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everlasting-rainfall · 7 months ago

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Could you do something involving Kid and Killer for that one piece crossing au please 👀

Separate or poly, whichever you want to do ~

I think that I have just the thing for them and I’m pretty sure that I might be able to handle the two of them being poly, my apologies though in advance if I don’t do them right

But let’s get into it before I potentially start rambling about something! And I hope that this is good! I tried my best!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Violence, Murder, Sentient Video Games, Kid being Kid, Stalking, Writing Similar to Old Creepypasta, Obsessiveness, Noncon, Loss of Hope

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So honestly I can imagine that you’re the next person to wind up with the One Piece Crossing game and let’s say that like how you got your hands on it was that it appeared in a used games store for dirt cheap and you were hoping to get your hands on at least something like Animal Crossing

You returned home and you got comfy before booting up the game, you did the typical stuff of customizing your character and setting the time and all that but eventually it came time to pick your villagers

You hit the random button so many times as you had picked pirates over marines, you hoped to find something that fit your aesthetic but none of them really stood out to you

Shanks and Benn, Luffy and Zoro, Roger and Rayleigh, Omatsuri and Muchigoro, Bear King and Honey Queen, Doflamingo and Crocodile

None of them seemed to fit your type until you pressed random one last time and wound up with not Kid and Killer but two other characters instead, the two of them seemed like they would be pretty alright and match your aesthetic

Like let’s say that your aesthetic is like soft and cute, these two fit it pretty well however when you go to press confirm that these are the villagers you want

Random gets hit one more time by accident and suddenly you don’t know who you’re heading out with until you arrive at the island and dread fills you when you see who you got. Two punk looking guys who look like they don’t at all match your aesthetic

It’s disappointing but it is too late to go back and change it so you’ll just have to make do with these two as you go through the tutorial and figure out how to do things

As you go through the tutorial, you talk to what’s going to be your fellow islanders and find out that although Kid is rather grumpy and makes fun of you for having trouble with certain parts of the game. Killer is at least chill as he does make comments like “You really can’t get it?” before sighing and slightly assisting to get it out of the way

Eventually when your individual homes are set up and the tutorial has ended, you’re free to start having as much fun as you’d like here on this island

You make progress through the game and start trying to customize the island to fit your aesthetic, you start around your home with a very soft almost Sanrio esque aesthetic that just feels pleasant to look at but as you start stretching it out

That’s when trouble arises as you place down an item just a bit too close to what Kid must deem as his territory causing him to rather aggressively and rudely kick it over telling you to not put that kind of shit near his and Killer’s part of the island

These are just characters in a video game so you decide to wait until Kid isn’t around to place it down again only to be stopped this time by Killer who picks it up and gives it right back to your character with a “Don’t…”

It’s getting irritating as all that you want to do is decorate your island so you reload the game when it’s late at night and when the game indicates that the two men are asleep, you decorate and put the game down for the night when you’re done

The next time that you pick up the game… Guess what’s waiting for you in your mailbox? It’s a letter from Kid and Killer with a gift attached! You open it up only to find that it’s an item labeled as “Ruined Object” and the letter simply states “Don’t try that shit again!”

It took a long time to get this item in the game so you decided to talk to them only to find a new option for conversation in the dialogue box when you spoke to Kid called “I have a suggestion” and when you picked it. He told you to be quick

You were then presented with two options one that suggested you halve the island with them and the other being to insult him but considering how he and Killer ruined your object, you could not see that going well for you so you picked the first one

“Finally you’re talking sense… What do you have in mind?”

This brought up the in game map showing the island, Kid gave his suggestion first of very little of the island for you but you gave yours and drew a line down the middle of the game map. He didn’t sound happy but he told you to keep your shit on your side now

You continued the game after that and it seemed like everything was going well, you decorated your side of the island exactly how you wanted and they decorated their side too to fit their own style

When you would wander your island, you would occasionally see them on your side usually just wandering or needing to talk to you about something like “I found *insert object* and it looked like something you might want” or “Have you seen Kid anywhere? I can’t find him…”

These conversations would typically be short and the items that they gave you usually were your aesthetic but customized to be more in their style causing you to usually store it in your home inventory space or just get rid of it altogether

Eventually though you opened the game map one day to see that Kid and Killer had moved in with each other as there was one less house on the map, you went to see what was up thinking maybe one of their houses burnt down but when your character knocked and went in

You almost immediately turned around and left with a face bright red in real life the two of them were currently engaged in some very passionate activities with each other in their home, it was safe enough to say that you had your answer as to what was going on to make them move in together

They entered a relationship with one another and the game made it so that they moved in with each other as a result of it

You really weren’t expecting that sort of graphic scene to be in a game like this but then again, it wasn’t exactly straight up animal crossing so you just tried to forget it until you got a letter telling you to take a picture next time as it’ll last longer…

The game continued on after that with you hopping on for at least an hour everyday to do stuff, a few more villagers even moved in as well. Heat, Wire, and a few other people as well who all choose to live on Kid and Killer’s side of the island

It didn’t bother you though considering they much more fit in with their aesthetic anyways

There were a few days where you didn’t play as you were busy and whenever you returned, the two of them almost seemed slightly curious like “Where were you yesterday?” and “Don’t sleep so much… I’m not gonna wake you up if you do…”

But it was one day however when you and a friend of yours decided to try something as they had a copy of animal crossing and wanted to see if they could visit your island

So you did and your friend’s character was soon running around your island with you, the two of you were having quite a bit of fun as you both played around in every way that you both could think of but that fun started to come to an end when one of your villagers wandered onto your side of the island

It was just Killer at first who came up to you and asked who that guy was when you choose the dialogue option of him being your friend, Killer’s model visibly looked your friend up and down before turning back towards you and telling you to straight up ditch them before ending the conversation

After that, you continued to hang out with your friend but oddly enough you kept running into your villagers. It wasn’t just Kid and Killer who you kept running into either as you even encountered a few of the other villagers

All of whom told you that Kid and Killer were looking for you like “Killer wants to talk to you about something” or “Kid has something for you” but you always just ignored them thinking you could see them later

Eventually though, Kid came out of nowhere and entered a conversation with you while you were in the middle of something. You tried to speed through his dialogue by mashing the button but by the end of the conversation, he looked visibly pissed

Once that was done, you couldn’t get rid of him as he followed you and your friend everywhere like were you and your friend just trying to fish together to catch something? There’s Kid standing right in between the two of you

Honestly he almost seemed to be trying to get your attention too as he would make jokes about the small fish that your friend would pull up but if you pulled up a small one then he would give a gruff “Nice job”

This only ended when your friend finally left and you both agreed to meet up on his island next time due to the actions of your villagers

And when you did, you had a ton of fun but when you had your character return to your island. Almost immediately they were practically swarmed by Kid and Killer who demanded to know where you had been

Then after you selected the dialogue option to tell them, they looked visibly angry like “Didn’t we tell you to ditch that guy? They’re not good for you…” among other things

Eventually you got tired of it and decided to shut the game off while they were speaking as it wasn’t like you were going to lose any progress and besides you needed a break from that shit…

Especially when you hopped on the next day only to find your house that you had worked so hard on looking absolutely trashed

So you took a break for a good long while and played on your other consoles whenever you got the urge to play something, you even spent time with your friend in real life and the two of you got closer. You didn’t start dating but it could be assumed that you were

When your friend told you that they had something to give you on the game, you booted up your console at the same time that they did only for something that made you scream bloody murder to happen

Almost as if you had suddenly stepped into a horror movie, a large metal hand shot out of the screen and grabbed you in its grasp, your friend tried to pull you out of its grasp as you were pulled in but wound up getting sucked in too

Once you both had crash landed, you saw that you were being held by Kid as he wrapped one arm around you that kept you pressed tightly into him no matter how much you struggled

Your friend was lying on the floor looking dazed and confused, they barely even got a chance to register anything before they were suddenly cut down by Killer and as their blood was splattered across the floor, you found yourself as the center of their attention

“What do you think you were doing cutting us off like that when we were trying to talk to you?”

“We told you to ditch that guy and you brought them over… You mind as well have fucked them right in front of us with how close you two were!”

You of course tried to fight against the two of them with tears in your eyes as they both dragged you home, your island had been completely changed as well by them and the others. It was practically unrecognizable

Your home was no better as it had changed for the worse, the entire thing was completely in their style compared to yours as they dragged you upstairs. They threw you onto what used to be your bed and suddenly you were seeing notifications pop up in front of you

All things saying that while you’ve been asleep, Kid and Killer took over the island as its new leaders and completely got rid of the fact that you halved the island with them. They renamed the island as well and not only that but apparently entered a relationship with you as well

With eyes wide, you read all of them and didn’t quite know what to think but you didn’t have much time to think as you were slammed back onto the bed quite roughly to the point where you were sure you would have a nasty bruise

”If you want to cheat in front of us with someone like that then we’ll just have to remind you of who exactly you belong to…”

And it was after that when your outfit was completely ripped away from your body as they held you down and used your body like it was a sex doll as they made you move into so many positions and made you do so many things

By the very end of it… You were so relieved that it was over as you were covered in sweat, tears, bruises, bites, and a lot of cum…

“Better not try anything like that ever again…”

There was no escape from this game and you were stuck here forever with the two of them, they forced you to dress in a style exactly the same as them and treated you like a toy

They would tell you that they loved you dearly so there was no reason to act like you were trapped in some kind of horrible situation, you just needed to be reminded of who you belonged to is all and they were sure that you would be good now

Over time, they did start to become more kind with you even if just a little bit as Kid did start actually allowing you to leave the house without one of them. It wasn’t like you could go anywhere but they did tell you that these things could be revoked if you acted up

Eventually once you were good enough, Killer even allowed you to have something from your aesthetic and despite the slight bit of comfort that you felt when you held it

You knew that it could be easily taken away from you at a moments notice especially if they ever saw you trying to find a way out of the video game and back to the real world

Really truly… You just needed to accept that you would be here forever… There was no way out with them…

They had taken over your island, they had forcefully started a relationship with you, and they had shown what they were willing to do if you ever misbehaved too much

Plus what would you tell the police about what happened if you ever made it back? Your friend had been pulled into a video game with you and murdered by the characters? Like they would ever believe you

So… You were going to stay here forever and simply hope that maybe one day just one day, you would potentially free

Although you knew you never would be

#minors dni #the rain talks back #yandere #yandere one piece #reader insert #read the trigger warnings #yandere male #Yandere Eustass Kid #Yandere Killer #Yandere Kid Pirates #One Piece Crossing AU

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kaziwi · 1 year ago

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hiiiii can you write like a college au where you’re like struggling in a class and ace or zoro offers to tutor you but in reality they don’t know what they are doing and only did it to get close to you

thankssssss <33333333333333333

Hii!! This request was SO CUTE!! I did write a lot though so sorry about that!!

I hope you enjoy!

Fake Tutoring You

Character(s): Zoro, Ace

WC: 1,183

Zoro

You groaned as you looked down at your latest biology test. In big red marker pen the letter F was written on the corner of your paper. You were failing biology.....like really REALLY failing. You were screwed if you didn't pass this semester, but you just didn't understand anything. You had no idea what to do, until the guy next to you spoke up.

He said his name was Zoro. You had sat next to him all year long, but didn't really talk much. He was always really quiet and you didn't want to bother him. He said that he noticed your grades hadn't been the best lately, which had you flustered while you covered the F on your paper.

He reassured you that it was fine, and offered to tutor you. This was perfect!!! You thanked him so many times and gave him your number and said that you guys could figure out a time and date later. You left class happier than you arrived, excited for your first tutoring session.

Zoro was screwed. He didn't tell you this, but he also happened to be failing biology. Well...not failing....but it wasn't much better than your grades. Every day he thanked Chopper for tutoring him before tests because without him he would be in the same position as you right now. He had a crush on you, but had no clue on how to ask for your number. When Nami suggested this method, he had thought it would be flawless. Now he realized that he actually had to tutor you. Stupid witch. She probably did this just to embarrass him.

As soon as you were out of sight Zoro pulled out his phone and rushed to call Chopper.

"Hey Chopper, you think we can have another tutoring session tonight??"

"Didn't you just have a test a few days ago??? You have another??"

"Um....well....basically..." Zoro explained his current situation to Chopper, and tried to ignore the snickering from Usopp and Luffy in the background.

"Sorry Zoro, I can't tonight, but if you want I can email you a few online text books you can read through to prepare!!"

"Yeah...thanks Chopper" Zoro hung up and held his head down low. He knew he was screwed, but maybe, just maybe he could help you a little. He got a text from you later that day asking if 2pm tomorrow was okay. Zoro said sure, eager to see you, but this meant he had little time to prepare. He opened all the links Chopper sent him, pulled out his bio notes, and drank more coffee than he ever had before. He was going to be a biology MASTER by 2 pm tomorrow.

It was now 2pm and Zoro was RUNNING to the library to meet you. Maybe staying up till 5 am preparing wasn't the best idea....

You were waiting at a table, constantly checking your phone. It was 2:15 and he still wasn't here. You planned to wait another 5 minutes before leaving, till you saw a sweaty Zoro run up to your table.

"Sorry I'm late, I overslept," He panted out. Honestly he looked like shit, his clothes all sweaty and his hair was a mess, but it was a little cute...

"It's 2 pm....do you usually sleep this late??"

"Haha..sometimes..."

Zoro sat down and pulled out some notes and a textbook. This was his big moment, the moment he's been preparing for. You would be wowed by his biology skills and then ask him out...haha....

About 10 minutes into tutoring, you turned to him and asked, "You don't know what you're doing...do you.." It was pretty obvious, every question you asked he stuttered or had no clue how to answer. You felt bad and thought that maybe he was just nervous, but after awhile even you could tell he didn't know anything.

Zoro realized it was pointless denying it, so he confessed. He was worried you would be upset at him, but after he explained everything you just laughed.

"If you wanted my number all you had to do was ask," you said between laughs. Zoro was flustered at first, but soon joined you in laughing about the situation. You promised him to not consider this your first date and he promised to introduce you to his really smart friend Chopper that could tutor you.

Ace

The letter F covered your computer screen. At this point you didn't even want to check your grades anymore after seeing your recent scores. You were failing Calculus, like really bad. You had no clue how you were gonna get your grades up. While wallowing in your own self pity, someone tapped your shoulder.

You turned around to see Ace, the guy who sat behind you. He had a cheeky grin on his face while commenting that he couldn't help but see your test scores, and offered a solution.

You had never expected him to be good at Calculus, as he was always goofing off, but after he kept insisting he could help, you caved and set up a time and date to meet.

Ace did a silent cheer as he left class. You and him were going on a date. Well...technically it was an unofficial date where he would "tutor" you, but that didn't matter. He was so excited that he forgot that he was ALSO failing Calc!! Yay!!

He immediately called Sabo and told him about his accomplishment.

"Are you really that stupid Ace," Sabo said in a stern voice over the phone.

"WHAT it was a good idea!!"

"Ok...but what about tomorrow when they expects you to tutor them and you can't...don't you think they'll get mad."

Shoot. Ace didn't think about that one.

"SABO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP MEEEE," Ace cried into the phone. Sabo reluctantly agreed and they stayed up until 2 am prepping Ace to tutor you.

Now a VERY tired Ace walked to a near by café, hyping himself up for his "date." He walked in and looked around till he spotted you sitting at a table in the corner of the café. God you looked beautiful.

Ace walked up and greeted you, pulling out the notes him and Sabo made last night. He was ready, HE COULD DO THIS, and then maybe...maybe after you could go on a real date.....

Lets just say things did not go according to Ace's plan. You slowly realized that he was talking nonsense and had no clue what he was doing. Even after prepping with Sabo all night Ace still couldn't answer your questions.

"Look, I just did this so we could spend time together. I wanted to ask you out, but I wasn't sure how to. Then when I saw your grades...I had this spur of the moment idea and-"

"Ace it's fine," you cut him off, "Really its ok, I get it, how about we forget the math and consider this our first date?"

Ace was more than happy to do that...and he promised he would introduce you to his much smarter brother, Sabo, to help you get your grades up.

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 3 months ago

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The hills turn crimson as I take your hand in mine (Part 2)

Detective!Shanks x reader. Modern AU. As usual, NSFW!! This is part two of two.

Title inspired by a verse of Left on Mars by Marko Hietala & Tarja Turunen.

Discussion of child kidnapping and child abuse but nothing graphic is shown. Characters deaths (not Shanks or reader), two past and one in the course of the story. Luffy and Zoro are both nine, Shanks is in his late twenties.

Animanga characters who have not (yet) appeared on the show are mentioned; Shanks is Roger’s and Rayleigh’s son.

*****

You don’t get car sick, which is certainly lucky for you, since most of the expeditions in the pursuit of the various missing people you had been tasked to find occurred on the road, even if a few times you did have to take a plane, and once even a boat. You still remember Garp’s car, that the commander drove with you sitting by his side and a second vehicle, usually driven by his assistant Bogard and to use in case of engine trouble or accidents, following you; he had bought a car cushion especially for you, since the seats felt too hard on your backside, and he always treated you to tea at the end of every mission, even if you had arrived too late.

You liked Garp. At first, soon after you had been assigned as his partner at the end of your training, you felt quite intimidated by him, but his rank and physical presence, but in time you got to see he was a good man, who actually believed in what you both did, and would have given everything to save, or punish, the people you were chasing. Had circumstances been different, you would have been happy to help him… and you don’t want to believe he’s hiding something from you and Shanks, even if you have to admit the fact that he tasked a former agent to find Luffy, rather than following the normal procedure of the force for kidnapping cases is suspicious.

“Everything alright?” Shanks asks, interrupting your ruminations “I can stop if you need a break.”

“I’m fine, thank you.” you assure him, and you really are. His hair tousled by the wind, his relaxed posture against the car seat, the open collar of his white shirt showing a glimpse of his tan chest… Shanks is more handsome than ever, so attractive that no matter how sincerely worried you are for Luffy, you’re seriously tempted to beg him to park the car in a secluded corner so that you can jump his bones.

If you didn’t have a missing child to worry about, this would be an excellent way to spend a morning: cool air coming in through the car’s window, music on the radio, an attractive man by your side, the conversation flowing easy and relaxed. You can almost pretend you and Shanks are taking a pleasure trip, with no concern save enjoying each other’s company, that you’ll stop for lunch somewhere and then, perhaps, you’ll end the day together at your place or his. It’d be nice; it’d be amazing, really, and perhaps it may still happen one day…

You’ve been travelling for little less than three hours, leaving Foosha City behind you to cross vast expanses of countryside; Shanks drives smoothly, below the speed limit despite the almost empty roads, having assured you he doesn’t mind the radio turned on, and you concentrate on Luffy every few minutes, to make sure he is still where you first picked him up - a place you still don’t have a name, or even a general direction, for, but that you are slowly drawing closer to.

This is how it works, a process that is the same for all Hounds but that you still can’t articulate to describe it to those who have never experienced it. Despite the name, those like you do not perceive the smell of the person they need to find, and the trace has nothing to do with their nose, nor with a sound their ears pick up. It’s a call, an instinct that pushes you forward, as if you and the person you had been tasked with retrieving were the two opposite poles of a magnet, and you were inexorably attracted towards them.

Have you ever heard of a dog who tracks down his family after they have moved and left him on the highway? Belle-mère told you once, or how birds cover great distances during their migrations, finding their way across the globe? A theory says that like some animals, Hounds can detect the Earth’s magnetic field and we orient ourselves through that, another that it’s a sort of low-level telepathy; maybe we’ll never know, and I don’t particularly care. Maybe this ability we have is proof of the infinite potential of the human mind, an ability only few have unlocked but that is latent in all of us. We have been given this gift, and the least we can do is to put it to good use.

She was right, of course, your trainer, and you’re determined to make the most of her teachings; you’ll never forgive yourself for not realising Makino might have had a good reason to run away, but you won’t make the same mistake twice: you’ll make sure Luffy is safe, whether that means bringing him back to his parents or leaving him where he is.

You promise yourself.

“So.” you say in the end, turning to look at the man next to you, full of a new determination “Want to tell me why you dislike Hounds so much?”

You see Shanks tense; he hesitates for a moment, his eyes fixed on the road as you pass a truck, and then he sighs. “I guess I owe it to you; you told me your story, even though it pained you, not to mention those hurtful things about Hounds I said over the phone.”

“Well, I don’t think you owe me.” you precise, immediately regretting your request “And I’m not offended; I just wish we could talk freely, you know… like friends do.”

“Is this what we are? Friends?”

“I’m sorry, you must think I’m very stupid…”

“On the contrary; I think you’re the sweetest woman I’ve ever met. It’s just that I don’t usually do with my friends what we did last night.”

“True.” you admit, and he smiles - breathtaking once more, even if it lasts just for a moment before Shanks’ expression turns serious. “I’ve never told anyone about this; well, except Beck, but we were friends already when it happened and he sort of lived it through me, so he doesn’t count.”

You nod mutely, well aware of the responsibility that confidence entails; Shanks is not going to confess a murder, nor to share with you the launch codes of a nuclear missile, but what he’s about to tell you is important for him, a source of great pain, and that deserves respect.

“I had a friend when I was a child; his name was Buggy, we sat next to each other in class, we were literally attached at the hip; we got in trouble so many times… His dream was to become a clown in the circus; weird, I know, but he had talent. I thought we’d be friends forever; we had sworn we’d be… until one day Buggy disappeared.”

You remain silent, unsurprised when you realise Shanks is pulling over, parking the car in a stopping place at the side of the road; he stops the engine, sighs as he rests his arm on the steering wheel, and keeps talking, without looking at you.

“We were both twelve. We usually left school together, went to his place or mine to watch TV and do our homework together; but that day we had a math test and I hadn’t studied, so I pretended I was sick, and my dads let me stay home. Our classmates remembered seeing Buggy leave at the end of the school day, alone; he never arrived home, and no one ever saw him again.”

You silently reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers; your hand is squeezed gently, but Shanks is still not looking at you, lost as he is in his memories.

“Buggy’s parents did try asking for the Hounds’ help; the best in the country offered their help, but no one was able to find any trace of Buggy, no matter how long they kept sniffing his clothes and his toys. In the end, two months after his disappearance, the Police officially closed the investigation, and no one else gave a shit -sorry- about Buggy anymore, only me and his parents. I cried every night, but they were crushed… and that’s why, I think, they believed that woman.”

It is, unfortunately, a story you have already heard: unscrupulous criminals, without a drop of Hound ability, that prey on the fear and desperation of family and friends of missing people offering to find the spouse, the child, the parent who disappeared - for a fee, obviously. Shanks’ case is partially different though, because the person who took advantage of Buggy’s parents was a Hound, with a respectable career behind her.

“They were intelligent people, but the disappearance of their son had somehow… lowered their defences. They would have believed anything and anyone for the barest hope that Buggy was alive and could come back to them, and as I said, that woman had already found many people, she wasn’t a fraud; how could they suspect she was lying? The woman had them give her his favourite shirt and pretended to sense him; Buggy was alive, she said, but it would take time to find him, she had so many other people willing to pay for her services, and she needed expensive tools and other things to make sure her readings were accurate… in three months they had given her everything they owned, and even took out a loan on their house to pay; their friends and even I insisted that woman was taking advantage of them, but they didn’t listen, because they still hoped they could find him. And in the end… in the end they did.”

Even though most of them have a maximum distance beyond which their ability stops working, Hounds can, at least theoretically, perceive the presence of another person in any part of the world. Whether their target is still or moving, in a building or out in the open, on ground level or at the fiftieth floor of a skyscraper or deep down in an iron mine, they will be found. You personally helped find the crew of a submarine that had lost contact with the base, and Belle-mère told you she once tracked a child that his father had kidnapped and was taking out of the country by plane.

You can even track dead people, even if that requires some training; what you need is there to be a person as such, and not just an amputated arm or foot, and that, sadly, is the reason why the Hounds hadn’t been able to find Shanks’ friend.

“He had… he had been dismembered, and then his pieces tossed on the bottom of a lake, in a bag with a heavy rock attached so that it wouldn’t return to the surface. Some divers were doing I don’t know what research about the lake’s flora, and they found it. I insisted on going with Buggy’s parents to the morgue, to see th - to see him, and… oh, my God, it was like the pieces of a puzzle, only that it wasn’t paperboard, it was the flesh and bones of my friend…”

Of all the dramatic, gruesome and violent cases you have learnt about during your collaboration with the Police -Garp always did his best to keep you in the dark, convinced as he was that you were too young to witness the atrocities he was by now more than familiar with, while Belle-mère had a higher opinion of your nerves and often discussed her cases with you, in the interest of your training- none has ever been more inhuman, violent and unnecessarily cruel than the scene Shanks is describing; for months he and Buggy’s parents had hoped to see him return, to then be informed he had died, his poor body dismembered to make sure the Hounds could not find him and, as a consequence, his kidnappers.

He was only twelve; still a child. You don’t even want to know what those people did to him…

“I’m so sorry.” you murmur, well aware of how empty those words sound no matter how intensely you mean it, and Shanks finally turns to look at you.

“It gets worse. The Hound, that… that bitch… she disappeared the day Buggy was found, no doubt because she expected Buggy’s parents to realise she had lied to them and tricked them out of all their money. The Police might have caught her, but Buggy’s parents never even sued her; the day after Buggy’s funeral they… they committed suicide; they took pills, and died together on their bed. I went to their home a few hours later, I thought Buggy would have wanted me to keep them company, and… and I found them. I called an ambulance, but it was already too late. They didn’t leave a note or anything, but it was clear: they had stayed strong until they still had hope Buggy was alive, but they had no reason to keep living without him. A whole family destroyed… and a woman who had gotten rich preying on their vulnerability. I can’t help but wonder… if that day I had gone to school, if I had been with him as he returned home…”

“Shanks, no. It wasn’t your fault, how could you have known?”

He admits that obviously you’re right, and looks up at you, pain and guilt clear in his eyes. “I was wrong to say those things; I was wrong to even just think them, but I can’t help it.” he recognises, voice lowered to a whisper “I was in the force, I know many Hounds generously offer their help, that your powers are real and you have helped hundreds of people; but I can’t stop thinking about that woman, of how she took advantage of the pain and fear of Buggy’s parents to rob them. I would have gladly killed her with my own hands, and I was still a child back then, but I should know better now that I'm an adult; there are rotten apples in every category of people, and you have no fault for the crimes of those like you. I’m sorry, (name).”

“I could never be angry with you; especially now that I know the reason for your resentment; you hated that woman so much, you can’t help despising all those like her as well.”

“Exactly. Very mature of me, isn’t it?”

You opt not to answer, preferring to take the face of the man in front of you in your hands, your heart full of anguish; with a sigh, Shanks rests his forehead against yours, and for a minute you remain like that, sharing your space, Shanks slowly coming to terms with that pain that is still part of him, so many years after the fact, and you doing what you can to comfort him. “I’m sorry.” you murmur once more, and he grins before kissing your brow.

“At least I know you’re different. And had I known Hounds can be this sexy, I would have asked Garp to let me work with you.”

“But relationships among agents, and their collaborators, are strictly forbidden.”

“It’s lucky that neither of us works with the force anymore then…”

Shanks winks at you as he starts the engine once more; he’s pulling himself together, determined to do whatever it takes to stop Luffy from meeting the same destiny of Buggy. “Do you know what percentage of the way we have covered already?”

“I’m not sure.” you admit “It doesn’t work like a car navigator, I can’t say how many miles or minutes away we are; I only know we’re in the right direction, and that Luffy is alive and that he’s standing still - not literally, but as if he were moving inside a building or a very restricted area. I’m sorry, I wish I could be more precise.”

“It’s alright; at least you’ve only given me good news, again.”

You share a smile, the car’s engine roars under you, and you’re back on the road.

You stop again two hours later, to grab a bite at a service station; you insist on paying, since Shanks has gone to get gas. “Ah, if only they had hamburgers!” you comment with a sigh as you observe the menu behind the counter, and the man by your side bites his lip to hide a smile, a slight flush complimenting the red hair hidden under his straw hat.

You depart again with two to-go cups, one of coffee and the other of tea, in the cupholder; the conversation between you and Shanks is pleasant and relaxed, and you both sing along with the radio, but the longer your journey lasts, the closer you come to your destination, you both feel yourself growing tense. It would be a relief to find out Luffy is fine, that he simply ran away from home after a fight with his parents, somehow crossing most of the country by himself without anyone wondering why a nine-year-old is walking around alone, and who will obediently let you bring him back, to his room and toys and favourite breakfast, but if this doesn’t happen… if the child were to be in danger, or if there were a more serious reason for his disappearance, then it’d be up to the two of you to decide what to do, in his best interest. As he promised, Shanks has his gun with him, hidden in its holster under his leather jacket; you know, without the need to ask, that he’ll do whatever it takes to protect you and Luffy, but you really hope it won’t come to that.

“He’s moving.” you announce suddenly, after two more hours on the road; you have reached a more remote part of the country, large expanses of countryside punctuated with small towns, farms and cultivated fields, and Shanks is telling you about his fathers when suddenly you feel -not hear, not smell, not touch; you feel- something shift, as if the needle of the compass inside you had moved of a few degrees on the side.

“You mean Luffy?” Shanks asks, immediately tense “They’re moving him?”

“Not in the sense that his captors have put him in a car to hide him somewhere else; at least I think, It’s more of a sensation than something I’m seeing or hearing.” you try to explain; you have often reflected than being a Hound is like speaking a language only a handful of other people know, which makes it enormously harder to talk to laymen “He’s walking, very slowly, but I don’t know if it’s because he’s simply taking a walk or because he’s hurt and can’t run. God, I hope he’s not struggling to get away… in any case we’re close.”

“Alright, then…”

“Are you sure?”

“I am now. I can’t say how close, but… it’s not long before you reach him.”

You see tension enveloping Shanks’ shoulders. “Put your seatbelt on.” he warns you; he steps on the gas, and the car surges ahead, devouring the asphalt.

Shimotsuki Town is actually barely a village surrounded by sprawling rice fields, a couple dozens of houses gathered around a tiny square, the sort of place no one living twenty miles away has ever heard of; there are no museums or restaurants or relevant companies in the area, nothing of importance… except for one thing.

“Are you sure he’s here?” Shanks asks. You have left the car in the fields surrounding the town, after which you have led him for a short distance along the main street, the impulse in your mind more and more intense with every step you take; the whisper, subtle but persistent, that you have followed on the way is now a shout, loud and impossible to ignore.

You have found Luffy; he’s alive, thanks to Belle-mère’s training you are absolutely sure, but you have no way of knowing what conditions he’s in, physically and mentally both, and part of you is too afraid to know…

“I am; either in the building or in the back, but we’re… I don’t know, twenty feet from him at most.” you answer confidently “Whatever here is.”

The door of the old-style building in front of you is surmounted by a banner: Isshin Dojo it says.

“Dojo is a type of martial arts school, a place where you learn to fight either bare-handed or with weapons.” Shanks explains, having noticed the perplexity of your expression.

“How do you know?”

“Well, I studied swordsmanship when I was younger; not in the style of the dojos, but I saw a couple of places like this.”

“You can use a sword!? That is amazing!” you exclaim, not bothering to hide your awe, and Shanks smiles, clearly flattered.

“Both my dads could, so it was natural for me to learn; I am sort of ambidextrous, but to be honest I have never touched my sword after the accident. Truth to be told I have missed it…”

“Then you should start again.” you comment; a pause, and then: “And then you can teach me.”

“I’d like that.”

Shanks smiles, and you do your best to reciprocate, even though anxiety is eating you alive; you’ve felt more and more nervous the closer you got to your destination, and now part of you wishes you could simply leave, abandoning Luffy to his destiny and taking no responsibility regarding his well-being. You can’t, of course, but you can’t help…

“You’re shivering.” Shanks murmurs; the longer you remain still in front of the Dojo the more you risk Luffy’s captors, if they really are here, to see you, realise you’re looking for the child and take him away, but the man next to you seems unconcerned for a moment - unconcerned for anything and anyone who is not you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing; he’s here, I could bet my life on it, just… I’m scared. He’s just a child, what if something terrible happened and we weren’t here to stop it?”

Shanks softly points out that it would be terrible to discover it’s too late to help Luffy, but it wouldn’t be your fault; he has his gun, and this wouldn’t be the first time he needs to use it on the job, and he’s going to do whatever it takes to protect the child.

“It’s going to be alright.” he promises, and while you’re not fully reassured the conviction in those words does make you feel better, enough to make you smile, enough to make you decide to throw caution to the wind and press your mouth on Shanks’ for a kiss, ardent and hungry and desperate, a kiss the man in front of you quickly reciprocates, holding you by the waist as his mouth ravishes yours.

“God, you’re amazing.” he murmurs in the end, without fully breaking the kiss, the straw hat he’s wearing once again almost toppled over in the excitement “Absolutely gorgeous, and you smell so good…”

You giggle. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“I really don’t; and I could prove you how sincere I’m being if you came… fuck!”

The expletive, unexpected enough to make you jump, is due to Shanks’ phone, which has just started ringing in the pocket of his jacket, interrupting you for the second time.

“Is that Garp?” you ask, anxious once again; Shanks takes a look at the screen and shakes his head.

“My partner.” he explains as he accepts the call “Beck? Tell me you have good news.”

“I’m not sure they’re good but sure they are interesting.” his partner comments, and Shanks tenses; he’s known, and worked with, Beckman long enough to know that in his vocabulary interesting actually means shocking. Luffy’s story was not simple and crystal-clear as it appeared to be; there is something fishy behind it, as both he and (name) thought.

“I’ll put you on speaker.” he says, and (name) approaches, as serious as he is “Tell us.”

“First thing I wanted to know was whether a child as young as Luffy could have had a reason to run away from home, or if his parents have enemies of some kind, and at first I found nothing; kid goes to school, mom and dad are a doctor and a bank teller, normal people with a mortgage. Very normal.”

“Too normal.”

“You know it. I dug deeper, and I did find something: Luffy was adopted four years ago.”

“What if his real parents…?” (name) whispers, and Shanks nods; he had the same thought, and this wouldn’t be the first time a relative, desperate for a connection to a child they feel they have lost, resort to extreme measures to have them for themselves.

“I don’t think they have something to do with it; or he does, since the mom died. Dad is in jail. But there’s something else, and Shanks, this is very…”

“Interesting?” the younger man can’t help but joke; he can almost see his partner, sitting with his feet on the desk, a cigarette as usual on his lips.

“You tell me. The files are classified, since Luffy’s a minor, but I knew where to look. It turns out that when Luffy was adopted, there was a person who tried gaining custody of the child, even though the judge refused, but was allowed to still be part of Luffy’s life, visiting on the week-ends, a week in the summer and so on.”

It is nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary for an adopted child, but Shanks’s heart is pounding; (name) is clinging to his arm, having equally perceived the revelation will be earth-shattering… and not in a good way.

“Who is it?” he asks, already steering himself; he has no reason to suspect this person is involved in Luffy’s disappearance -yet- but… “Who is this person, Beck?”

His partner hesitates, as if the information had affected him as well - a rare occurrence, for Benn Beckman. “It’s Luffy’s grandfather.” he says in the end, his voice mortally serious “Your old commander, Monkey D. Garp.”

“What do you want?”

It’s a child who opens the door of the Dojo, almost five minutes after he and (name) have started knocking on it, and Shanks’ heart leaps - only for a moment, before he realises this child, who is wearing a gi, might be Luffy’s age but looks nothing like him.

They both stare at him for a moment, flabbergasted, but when the child moves to close the door Shanks leaves (name)’s hand to use his to stop him. “Wait.”

“We’re not buying anything.”

“That’s a good thing, because we’re not selling. What’s your name?”

The child looks at him, resentful and too young to successfully hide how scared he is.

“Zoro.” he mumbles in the end, having accepted that the two strangers won’t leave “Roronoa Zoro.”

“Alright, Roronoa Zoro. I’m Shanks, this is (name), and we won’t cause any problem, I promise. Can we talk to your parents?”

“I don’t have those; I live here with my sensei, but he’s out for the day.”

Shanks and (name) share a glance; talking to a child without an adult present is often a source of trouble, not to mention they’re often even less reliable than the average witness, but they can’t afford to be selective.

“Zoro, listen, we’re here for a very important matter.” (name) intervenes, crouching to meet the child’s eyes, who returns the gaze, diffident. Zoro can’t be more than nine but he’s tall for his age, his hair the same green hue of his gi, with the ramrod straight posture so common among swordsmen “We’re looking for a child who we think might be in trouble; his name is Luffy, he’s about your age, he has black hair. He disappeared from his home and his mom and dad are very worried about him.”

“There’s no one with that name here; and I know all the students of the dojo. You sure you got the right address?”

Shanks meets (name)’s eyes, and he sees her nod; Luffy is still there, and while he might have hidden himself somewhere inside or around the dojo without Zoro knowing, Shanks is ready to bet the child knows something.

“You need to leave; the dojo is closed for the day, and the sensei told me not to let strangers in.” Zoro warns them; Shanks notices there is a sword hanging from his belt, the child’s hand closed around the hilt. Then his curiosity gets the best of him: “You guys are Police?”

“No.”

“Then why are you looking for a person who disappeared?”

It’s a very good question, that Shanks keeps mulling over while he thanks Zoro for his help and then turns to leave, (name) following silently; they are both aware of the green-haired child’s eyes following them.

They call Luffy’s name as they cross the rice fields behind the dojo; the azure of the sky is starting to turn red, the approaching night swallowing the light of the day. Whether they find the child or not, Shanks thinks, they’ll have to find a hostel or some other place, if they don’t want to spend the night in the car.

“He’s still in there.��

“I know; but I didn’t want to insist too much with a child, we better wait for his sensei to return.” Shanks suggests; he takes (name)’s hand in his once more, his heart fluttering when he sees a happy smile blossom on the woman’s lips; he didn’t lie, she is gorgeous, and a child’s life and safety is at stake, he can’t and mustn’t focus on anything else, but as soon as this matter is closed, hopefully for the best, he’ll make sure (name) forgets any other man she’s ever been with “Let’s have a look around, shall we?”

“Can you feel anything?”

“Nothing; I know he’s close, within perhaps a couple minutes walk, and that he’s standing still, but I can’t narrow it down any further.” (name) explains with a sigh “I’m sorry I can’t be of any help.”

“We will; I’m sure of it.” Shanks promises as they approach a row of trees, the fields empty save for them; the truth is he doesn’t know, he’s tired after so many hours spent driving and even (name)’s powers won’t stop Luffy from slipping away and disappear, but he’s not ready to throw in the towel, not with the child’s life potentially still hanging in the balance “Maybe we’ll even convince Zoro to help us; that boy knows something.”

“Are you joking? (name), we’re halfway across the country, no one would have thought to look for Luffy here! I wouldn’t have known where to start without you; I know we haven’t found him yet, but I really appreciate your help.”

The woman smiles, flattered. “It was a pleasure; I mean… I had missed being a Hound; I was scared to do it again, after what happened to Makino, but it was an important part of my life, and I feel better now that I’m doing it again. I just hope we can find him.”

“I think so as well; even though I’d be curious to know how he and Luffy met, since they lived so far apart. Shanks… why do you think Garp didn’t tell us Luffy is his grandson?”

That is the million berry question, and Shanks still doesn’t know what to think: Garp could have his reasons, but if he kept them in the dark regarding that, what else is the older man hiding? Could Luffy have decided to run away from home not after a fight with his adoptive parents but because of something that concerned his grandfather? Did Garp task them with finding his grandson because he didn’t want his colleagues to stick their nose in a private matter -a superfluous concern, since the safety of a child was at stake- or is there something more, something else he and (name) have been kept unaware of? Is Luffy in danger?

Are they?

“I don’t know what to think.” Shank sighs “I’ve worked with Garp for three years, we were not friends but I trusted him; that he might be involved with the abduction of a child is… monstrous. Maybe I’m wrong and he’s simply a grandfather worried sick, but…”

“I really hope so; I didn’t even know he had had a child! Maybe it has to do with his job? Someone he helped put behind bars and who now wants to get back at him kidnapping Luffy?” (name) suggests; Shanks opens his mouth to answer, but he doesn’t have the time to. Above his head, a branch snaps… (name) screams… and he’s knocked on the ground.

“Shit…!”

“LUFFY!”

“Shoot!” he screams, scrambling to his feet, and Shanks, felled by the child’s body that plummeted down on him, reflects once more that it’s not easy to quickly get up on your feet when you only have an arm to push yourself off the ground. And Luffy, a red shirt and jean shorts on, is running like the wind, taking advantage of the two adults’ astonishment to get away.

“Get him! (name)!” Shanks cries, unnecessarily because the woman has already dashed after the child, her longer stride quickly covering the distance; she grabs him, locking her arms under Luffy’s armpits, and holds him tight, no matter how desperately the child tries to wriggle free.

“Put me down! Let me go, or I’ll show you!”

“Luffy, it’s alright… we’re friends, we just want to…”

“You want to bring me back, don’t you? Well, I’m not going!”

In the end Shanks is able to heave himself on his feet; his back hurts where the child fell on it, but he shouldn’t have broken anything, including the arm he instinctively used to protect his face as he crashed to the ground. Still gasping, he sees the woman try to calm and reassure the child, and he’s about to offer his help when a gelid kiss touches the side of his neck, a sensation Shanks hasn’t felt for more than a year but that he recognises thanks to the many years he spent training with his fathers…

“Tell her to let him go. Now.”

He turns slowly, mindful of the blade; it could slit his throat if only he, or his assailant, made a wrong move, but Shanks is not afraid, not when he realises that Zoro, for all the determination in his eyes and excellent posture in holding the sword, looks terrified.

“Put that down, son; you could get hurt.”

“I’m not your son.” the child answers; the appellative seems to have hit a nerve, the tight grip of his hands on the hilt of the sword betraying his anxiety “And you’ll be the one who gets hurt, if you don’t tell your friend to let Luffy go.”

“We just want to help him.”

“Like hell you do. What will you do to him? Did his grandfather send…?”

Shanks acts quickly, taking advantage of the child’s momentary distraction for a feint Rayleigh taught him; a sudden movement, and Zoro’s sword is now in his hand.

“This is an excellent sword.” Shanks says, his tone friendly, as he admires the weapon, while Luffy has stopped squirming in (name)’s arms “And I admire the fact you wanted to protect your friend; but the last thing I want is to hurt him, Zoro, or you. You have my word.”

The child looks at him, wary and embarrassed; Shanks looks at (name), who silently nods and releases Luffy. The child, who could now run away, remains where he is, looking at Shanks with what he could only describe as fascination.

“How did you do that? Zoro is very strong.”

“I’m sure he is; I have just been handling swords a little longer than he has.”

Zoro grunts.

“What happened to your arm?”

“I lost it in an accident.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Only when it rains.”

“Can you still feel it even though you no longer have it?”

“I actually can, sometimes. Luffy…” Shanks returns the sword to Zoro, who begrudgingly accepts it, and crouches to be at eye level with him “(name) and I have a few questions for you.”

“You’re angry because I ran away from home.”

“We’re not angry; we were only very worried, just like your mom and dad are.”

The child’s expression turns dejected; he suddenly looks even smaller than his young age and short stature can account for. “They’re not my mom and dad; they are taking care of me because my grandfather gives them money to do it.”

A moment later (name) is kneeling beside the child, her hand on his shoulder. “Luffy, those people… do they hurt you? I mean…”

“No, no; they give me food and buy me things for school and everything, but… but they don’t care about me. It’s like a job; you do it because you have to, and because you get paid for it.” the child explains miserably; he bites his lip, and then, his voice reduced to a whisper: “And then they force me to spend time with my gramps.”

Shanks’ eyes meet (name)’s above the child’s head; suddenly they’re both too scared to ask.

“Luffy, about your grandfather…”

“The old man hits him.” Zoro intervenes; Luffy gasps.

“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!”

“Is this true, Luffy?” Shanks asks; the child looks at him, both unwilling to trust him -why? How many times have adults let him down already? How many doctors and social workers and teachers have looked the other way, or not bothered to follow their suspicions, on top of the adoptive parents who treated the child in their care with the same emotional attachment of the floors to mop or the bedding to change? How deep must Luffy’s desperation and disappointment have become, for the child to decide to run away?- and desperately wishing he could. Shanks has never been in a situation like his, but he might have, if his dads had not intervened, and maybe it’s because of this that he sees himself reflected in the child’s bright eyes.

“Don’t make me go back.” Luffy murmurs “Please.”

“I won’t. You have my word, you won’t have to go back if you don’t want to.”

It’s a promise Shanks can’t afford to make and he knows it, but he doesn’t regret it, not when he sees the child’s eyes fill with tears - not of pain or anger, but of relief.

“It’s alright, Luffy.” he murmurs gently “You’re safe. Your grandfather will no longer hurt you.”

A moment later Luffy’s crying fills the air; the child has thrown his arms around Shanks’ neck, his body so small and fragile in the man’s arm. Shanks can’t remember the last time he has been close to a child this young, or that he was responsible for comforting one; nevertheless, he must be doing a decent job, because within a couple of minutes the child’s sobs subside. Luffy looks up at him, and Shanks expects him to ask what will become of him, but a moment later the child has taken his straw hat from his head to decisively depose it on his own.

“You like it? My dad gave it to me, it’s my greatest treasure.”

“This is so cool!”

Shanks smiles; besides the relief to discover the child is safe and not kept prisoner, deciding what to do with him and ensuring his safety will be no small matter, but the last thing Shanks feels is regret for having been involved in that mess. He looks up at (name), now standing with her arm draped around Zoro -who is also crying silently, his face hidden against the woman’s side- and she smiles, nodding slightly. In that smile there is understanding and courage, and no matter how desperately he wishes he could have Garp in front of him to strangle him, Shanks is happy the older man decided to involve (name) - for Luffy’s sake and his as well.

With Zoro’s permission, (name) has prepared some tea for them all in the kitchen of the apartment above the dojo, where the child lives with his sensei. It’s there, while the four sit in front of a small table, that Luffy, perfectly at ease in Shanks’ lap, tells them his story.

That commander Garp, a man well-known and respected for his integrity and righteousness might also be a child abuser, is something both Shanks and (name), who have known and worked with him for years, would have never believed, but that is the sad truth.

Garp is Luffy’s paternal grandfather; he tried gaining custody of the child when his son went to prison two years ago, and when the judge refused, on account of his age, unmarried state and dangerous job, Garp has paid a couple to adopt the child and makes sure to visit often, even more often than the visitation rights afford him… and takes advantage of that time alone to train his grandson.

“He hits me.” Luffy explains matter-of-factly as he lifts his shirt to show the bruises that litter his delicate skin; his chest and tummy, his arms, his back… his little body is covered in them, even though the bastard has been careful to only hit the child where his clothes would cover the signs “He says he does it for my good, that he wants me to become strong. He wants me to join the Police like him, but I’m going to be a pirate, and once I told him and he told my parents to keep me in my room without food for two days.”

It was Zoro who saved him. The child followed his sensei to Foosha City for a course the man had to teach in a fencing school, they moved into an hotel close to Luffy’s home, and the two children became friends, the bond deep enough for Luffy to confide his grandfather’s mistreatment, and for Zoro to decide to help.

When Zoro and his sensei departed from Foosha City, Luffy went with them, hidden in the car’s trunk; he had snuck out of his room taking advantage of his parents’ deep sleep, and he remained there until the end of the trip. Then, Zoro helped him hide in the Dojo’s spare room, bringing him a blanket and candles and food - a lot of food. Undoubtedly ingenious, especially for two children who together are barely old enough to vote. How long they thought they could get away with it, it’s anybody’s guess; but the beauty of being children is that they live in the present, while it’s up to the adults to assure them a future.

“A pirate? Is that your dream?” Shanks asks, amused, holding the child against his body; he dreamt the same when he was that age.

“Hmm-hmm; pirates are free, that is the best thing in the world! I’m the captain, because I’m the strongest, my punch is like a pistol, and Zoro is my first mate, and he’s also gonna be the world’s strongest swordsman…”

It’s good to see the child so calm and serene. Shanks, in turn, is all too aware of the trouble he and (name) have on their hands; they have to find a solution - fast, too, before Zoro’s sensei returns and asks who the three strangers in his house are.

Once more, their eyes meet above the child’ head; she nods in the direction of the door.

“Luffy, you and Zoro remain here, alright?” he asks gently as the child turns to look at him “We’ll be back soon.”

“Alright; we’ll watch cartoons.”

The two adults remain silent as they leave the room, closing the slide door behind them, and walk to the other side of the corridor, making sure Luffy can’t hear them and, at the same time, keeping an eye on the room in case the child decides to run away again.

“What do we do?” (name) asks, anguish filling her voice “We can’t bring him back to Garp! But he’s going to look for Luffy, and…”

Shanks nods, well aware of how hard it’s going to be. Returning Luffy to his abusive grandfather is out of the question, but Shanks knows well how stubborn and relentless the older man can be; there is no place in the world where Luffy would be safe, as long as his grandfather is still looking for him. The child deserves peace and serenity, to go to school and have friends and play, not to spend the next decade -or until Garp dies, which could be even longer- locked up at home, fearing to find himself face to face with his grandfather every time he looks out of the window.

Going to the Police would be counterproductive to put it mildly, for obvious reasons. What can they do? How can they be sure this child has the life he deserves, or at least some of it?

“Garp is the problem.” Shanks summarises, his closed fist under his hand “If he were to disappear, Luffy would have nothing to fear.”

“You’re thinking…?”

“I am.”

(name) sighs; she doesn’t immediately object, which is at the same time sad and comforting.

“I don’t want it to come to that.” she murmurs “I mean, i could hide him, but…”

Shanks looks at her. “Hide him? How?”

For a moment (name) seems to regret having spoken; then she shrugs. “I know you’ll keep this for yourself.” she says easily, as if she really trusted him, as if they hadn’t met barely twenty-four hours ago, and it’s not naivety or lack of understanding, it’s something deeper and more precious and damn, Shanks is this close to falling to his knees and asking for her hand “The fact is… we Hounds are usually asked to find people, but we’re also capable of hiding them; it’s more complicated, something you have to learn and practice rather than being naturally able to do it, but Belle-mère taught me. It’s a secret among us, that we mainly keep for ourselves; we’re able to… well, to make a person invisible, not in the sense that you can see through them or anything, we just make them harder to notice, you know?”

“You mean… as if they were there, but you couldn’t realise? The way you sometimes don’t notice a person has entered the room until they tap you on the shoulder?”

“Exactly; if I did this, Garp wouldn’t even see Luffy if he crossed the road in front of him, or sat across from him on the bus. He’d be safe… but Garp is still his grandfather, he is legally allowed to spend time with him, and Luffy deserves better than a life spent on the run.”

Shanks agrees; (name)’s solution would work if Luffy was a criminal on the run from the police, or a battered wife who had to avoid running into her abusive husband, but he is neither, the child will sooner or later have to return to his adoptive parents, and Garp will simply have to present himself to their door to demand his grandson for the time the judge has granted him. They could denounce Garp, show someone in charge the bruises on the child’s body and have him explain his grandfather is responsible, but Garp has friends in high places, how can they be sure their complaint will serve its purpose?

“He can’t stay here, hidden; but if we take him away with us, Garp could have us charged with child abduction.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I don’t either.” Shanks admits. He doesn’t particularly relish the thought of ending up behind bars, where he could end up sharing a cell with a few criminals he helped arrest, not to mention he wouldn’t be able to take (name) out since they’d be serving time in different facilities, but taking care of Luffy takes precedence “But we need to decide what to do before taking him away; sooner or later Garp will want to know where we are, and our families…”

According to Zoro, his sensei will be back in less than an hour. Shanks and (name) decide that no matter how dangerous it is, they have to take Luffy away; they’ll find a safe place, sleep in the car, and tomorrow morning, with a clear head, they’ll decide what to do.

Neither mentions how unreasonably optimistic that plan sounds; they hold each other for a moment, gathering strength from each other, and then go back to the children, who both look crestfallen at the thought of being separated.

“You can’t tell anyone about this.” Shanks tells Zoro. Normally he would feel guilty, not to mention nervous, at the thought of entrusting such an important secret to a child, but Zoro is clearly made of sterner stuff than most of his peers, and when the child nods in response, promising he’ll take the truth to his grave, Shanks knows he can trust him “About us, and about Luffy; forget you ever met him, and if someone asks, deny everything.”

“I will.” Zoro promises; he bites his lip, and “So we’ll never meet again? Never for the rest of our lives?”

The thought is clearly heartbreaking, no matter how short their acquaintance has been. Shanks remembers how it was at that age, how quickly and easily you could fall in friendship with another person and forge bonds that you felt would last for the rest of your life, and sometimes they did. He and Buggy were the same.

“I don’t know, really.” he confesses; he’s kneeling, his hand resting on Zoro’s shoulder “We don’t know what we’ll do; we need to keep Luffy safe, which might mean taking him far from here, but as soon as it’s safe we’ll call you. I really hope you kids can meet again, Zoro; you’re a good child.”

Zoro accepts the compliment with a shrug of his shoulders. “When we meet again, can you teach me that feint you did before?” he asks “That was very cool.”

“Of course.”

Zoro is too young to have a phone, but Shanks has the child learn his - by heart, in order not to leave a potentially incriminating business card with him. In the meantime, (name) has helped Luffy remove all traces of his passage in the house, and retrieve his backpack; it’s almost empty, because most of what the child brought with him from home was food.

“Where are we going?” he asks, sunny and relaxed as if Shanks and (name) were taking him on a day trip; neither of the adults has the heart to ruin his mood.

“We’ll keep you safe from your grandfather, Luffy; I promise.” Shanks says, and the child stares at him for a moment, as if testing his resolve and sincerity, and then nods, slipping his tiny hand in Shanks’.

Zoro insists on walking them to the car; they leave the dojo together, Luffy still holding Shanks’ hand, and the moon is already high in the sky as they walk, crossing the fields outside the village. No one speaks, both adults and children aware of the danger they’re facing, especially the youngest member of their little group; the night is warm and clear, the song of the cicada rising from the vegetation surrounding them. A beautiful night, Shanks thinks; if only they didn’t have to spend it running from an abusive grandfather who has forced them to practically kidnap his grandson to protect him, it’d be a really amazing one.

“Alright, here we are.” (name) says when they finally reach the car; while tired she’s smiling, no doubt in an effort to cheer the children up “You need to say good-bye now; it’s going to be an adventure, we’ll have to sleep in the car but…”

“He won’t. He will be coming with me.”

It’s like their worst fears have evoked him. Garp, until now hidden in the shadows cast by the trees, walks unhurriedly towards them, the gun in his hand raised and pointed towards the foursome; he smiles when he sees Luffy who, in turn, screams into the hand he has quickly slapped on his mouth. Zoro, who easily recognises the man even though they’ve never met, grabs the hilt of his sword; (name), white in the face, pushes the two children behind her. Shanks…

Shanks has never felt so stupid in all his life. The old man played them like a fiddle, and he had no idea.

For a whole minute no one speaks; he can feel (name)’s laboured breathing behind him, but he forces himself to remain lucid, because not to boast, because he really isn’t, but he is their only hope of survival and the last thing he can afford to do is lower his guard.

“This has been your plan all along, hasn’t it?” he asks in the end, his voice even “You have used us to get to the child.”

“I have.” Garp admits, or maybe he doesn’t, because admission implies a certain level of reticence, shame or even guilt, and the man clearly feels none of them “I’ve been tracking your phones since this morning; child’s play, when you’re in my position. Luffy, come here.”

“No!” the child screams, he and Zoro holding each other tight, and “No!” (name) exclaims at the same time, outraged; she seems ready to jump on Garp to kill him with her own hands “You won’t be lying another finger on him!”

For a moment there is sincere regret on Garp’s face. “I’m just trying to protect him.” he explains softly; he’s still looking at Luffy, but his gun is trained on Shanks’ forehead “And to prepare him for when he’ll be an adult. I was too soft on his father, too afraid he would hate me if I were too strict, and look where he is now; I won’t make the same mistake again. This is not a kind world we live in; he needs to be strong, to face whatever danger…”

“He’s my grandson; I am responsible for him.”

“The hell you are! We’ve seen the bruises, he’s covered in them. God, commander, how could you?!”

(name)’s scream fills the air around them. “You beat the crap out of a child! What do you expect, an invading army kidnapping him from the schoolyard? You’re insane - you’re a monster! You won’t…!”

Garp shoots. Luffy screams. Shanks feels the bullet fly no more than three inches away from his left ear before it hits the trunk of a tree behind him; that wasn’t a miss, it was a warning, and his old commander is not the sort of man who likes to repeat himself.

“Who’s the other kid?” he asks, sincerely curious for a moment.

Zoro doesn’t answer; he lifts his free hand to show his middle finger to the older man, who sighs. “I see; another brat who needs straightening. Luffy, come here.”

“Luffy, don’t move.” Shanks says; neither man has raised his voice.

“Luffy, if you’re not here next to me within ten seconds, I’ll shoot them all, including your little friend. You know I’m not joking.”

Luffy clearly knows -and is it not disheartening, a child this young well aware that his grandfather would not hesitate before killing three people, including another child?- because he starts walking slowly towards Garp, ignoring both Zoro and (name) who try to stop him. Shanks doesn’t look at him when the child walks past him. “Nuts.” he simply says, and a moment later Luffy is next to his grandfather, the man’s heavy hand on his shoulder, deceptively gentle.

“You had me worried, you know, son? I thought something terrible had happened to you.”

Silence.

“Do you want me to discipline you in front of your friends?”

“No, sir.” Luffy mutters, eyes downcast “I’m sorry, sir.”

“That’s better. We’ll talk some more when we’re home, I’m sure you know what awaits you. Now…”

Shanks wishes he could say he’s surprised when Garp cocks the gun and points it at him once more. “You always intended to kill us, didn’t you?” he asks “You can’t leave witnesses.”

Garp doesn’t smile. “I always thought you were a clever man. Now, on your knees; (name), you and the boy too. I’m sorry, I really am; you know how fond I’ve always been of you, but I can’t let you go talk about this.”

Shanks can almost feel (name) seething behind him, but when Zoro tries to unsheathe his sword to fight Garp, she stops him and forces him to kneel next to her. “Let him go at least.” she says, defiant even though she’s begging, hate and contempt evident in her eyes; although terrified, she’s trying to be strong for Luffy and Zoro and Shanks, who has cautiously turned his head to look at her, knows he’s lost already “He’s only a child, he will keep his mouth shut…”

“Like hell I will! Let me at him, I’ll cut his head off…”

Garp does not budge; Zoro keeps threatening him; (name) tries to restrain him, showing nothing of the fear she feels. Shanks… Shanks looks at the child in front of him, who has voluntarily surrendered himself to pain and abuse to save three people he has known for less than two days.

God, and Garp thinks he can teach his grandson to be a man?

“Luffy.” he says, smiling at the boy “Didn’t you say your punch is as strong as a pistol?”

There is confusion in the child’s bright eyes; then there’s realisation, and even joy, as he lifts his fist, turns, and hits his grandfather in the only place he can reach given his small stature.

Garp’s scream of pain is excruciating, and highly satisfying.

“Run!” Shanks cries, as he already reaches for the gun under his jacket, and Luffy doesn’t need to be told twice, but Garp’s distraction only lasts for a moment, and then he shoots, missing Shanks’ head by only an inch this time, and he has no time to thanks his lucky stars because suddenly (name) is crying in pain behind him, Luffy and Zoro desperately trying to stop the blood pouring out of her wound.

The blood. Her blood. She’s bleeding, she’s hurt, and the fault is only his.

Garp is preparing to shoot again, but he doesn’t have the time: Shanks draws his gun and fires two shots, hitting the older man in the forehead.

Luffy screams. For a moment, despite the relative darkness, Shanks could swear he’s seeing Garp look up to contemplate the hole above his hairline. Then the heavy body is falling forward, and Shanks doesn’t bother checking for a pulse; he’s been in the force long enough to know his bullets have passed through the man’s cranium. He turns and runs to (name), falling to his knees in front of her. “Hey, hey…”

“He shot me.” the woman whispers; she’s in shock, shaking, cradling her right arm to her chest, blood falling on her clothes, on the ground, everywhere “It hurts, Shanks, it hurts so much…”

Inside him Shanks is screaming, but he remains calm as he places the gun safely on the ground; he needs to call an ambulance, and the Police, but first of all he has to take care of her, of them, he wants to, he needs to…

“It’s alright.” he murmurs as he rests his hand on her cheek; he meets her eyes, and he holds her against his chest, while Luffy’s tiny body presses against his, shaken by sobs, and Zoro is crying as he tries to support (name)’s weight since the woman looks ready to pass out “(name), darling, it’s alright, look at me…”

She does, and Shanks kisses her tears away before looking for something to stanch the blood.

Taking care of your appearance is not easy when you only have a working arm, but you’ve become quite adept in the last three weeks and so you feel quite proud of yourself as you observe your reflection in the mirror in your room, your hair and make-up on point. The cast on your right arm clashes a bit with your outfit, but still…

You spend a minute admiring yourself before the sound of a car horn draws your attention; as you look out of the window your gaze falls on Shanks, breath-takingly handsome as he leans against the side of his car, the straw hat as usual covering his red hair. He smiles at you, warm brown eyes filled with joy and excitement. “Ready?”

“Coming!”

You are out of the flat a minute later, your bag slung across your shoulders as you stuff your keys inside it; you don’t slow down until you have reached the sidewalk outside the complex, and you throw your good arm around Shanks’ neck, who laughs happily, his own arm quickly raising to circle your waist.

“Is all of this enthusiasm for me, or for the hamburgers we’ll eat tonight?” he jokes. After a couple days in which you have been both too busy with work to meet you finally have some time for yourselves; you’re going to the movies, and then Shanks has promised to take you out to dinner, not to one of the city’s best restaurants, but at the hamburger kiosk you have met at and that has quickly become your favourite spot.

“I’ve missed you, that’s all.” you reveal without embarrassment, and Shanks beams at you.

“I better make this evening worth it then…”

He presses his mouth on yours, soft but intense like all his kisses are, like everything he does is; your fingers play with the fabric of his shirt, your right arm resting awkwardly against your side, safe from accidental bumps. Shanks said the two of you form quite a pair now, you with your cast and him with his stump, but besides the fear and excruciating pain of that night and the unpleasantness of having to do everything with one hand, you don’t mind it too much: better your arm than Shanks’ head - or Luffy’s.

He did ask you to start working with his agency, a week ago, which you sort of expected; Hounds can be very helpful for those in his line of work, but you told him you’ll have to think about it. After all Shanks and his partner are paid for finding missing people, they can’t simply dismiss their client if they realise their target is in the same situation as Makino was, and you can’t have another life on your conscience. Of course, he told you gently; you were walking back home after a medical checkup, and Shanks didn’t mind kissing you in a street full of people, the warmth of his mouth scorching and gentle at the same time, take all the time you need. Working with you would be great, but all I need is to have you by my side.

Good thing that’s exactly where you plan on remaining.

“What’s wrong?” you ask in a murmur after a couple minutes you have spent in each other’s arms; Shanks’ expression has turned serious, and he sighs as he rests his forehead against yours “Shanks? I thought you’d be happy…”

“I am; but I’m also terrified.” he admits “What if everything we did was for nothing? What if we made it worse for him?”

“Worse than being abused by his grandfather on a regular basis, and raised by people who only considered him a walking paycheck? I don’t think that’d be possible.”

“You know what I mean. The social worker said they’d take care of him, make sure he gets into a good family, but it might take time, and he’s already suffered so much…”

You softly point out that while you and Shanks weren’t allowed to meet Luffy while the Police investigated Garp’s death and his past abuse of the child, he seemed happy and serene when the social workers finally let you talk to him over the phone, and excited at the thought of meeting you again. “That child is young, but more resilient than you’d expect him to be; I’m sure he’ll be alright.”

Shanks manages to smile, but he doesn’t seem fully convinced, and reassured even less. You know he feels guilty, not so much for having killed his former commander -even though he admitted that hadn’t been pleasant, no matter how desperately he wanted to protect you and the children; he had never killed a man, and he would have preferred if his first victim hadn’t been a man he had once respected- but for having put you in danger, and for what could have happened to you, Zoro and Luffy.

“Even now that he has to live in an orphanage?”

“It’s not an orphanage, Shanks, it’s a group home; I looked into it, even spoken to the parents of a kid who’s been adopted from there years ago; it’s a good place, and I’m sure a child who has already gone through so much will be given special attention and care.”

It’s not your fault, you told him one night as you held him in your arms, his body cold and his mind far away despite the recent passion of your lovemaking still enveloping you, nothing of it is. Garp lured us in a trap, and I don’t regret a single moment of that day; I was not your responsibility, and my arm will heal. We are alright, Shanks, all of us; all thanks to you. You did everything you could and then some, and you deserve to forgive yourself.

He has started seeing a therapist, someone he knew already from his days in the force, and you pray this will help him heal, and that seeing Luffy also will; the law will not punish him for what he had to do, and both him and the child need to leave Garp’s shadow behind them, otherwise they will never be able to go on. Shanks recognised he was probably not in the right mindset to begin a new relationship, and the last thing you wanted was to force him, but you did begin dating, the instinctive and natural connection you formed that night at the kiosk having developed in something that is more than sexual, more than occasional, and that you both want to last; Shanks has told you that the hours you spend together are among the few precious moments he can forget what happened, and you’re determined to support him every step of the way and then some.

In the end you get in the car; Shanks drives carefully as usual, your hand on his thigh, your gazes meeting in a smile when a red light or a traffic jam forces you to stop. Your destination is just six blocks away, and you both breathe a sigh of relief when the group home Luffy has been living in for the last three weeks appears in front of you: a decent-sized building, more similar to a bed&breakfast than the ominous, derelict orphanages of the past. Someone inside is playing the piano; two kids older than Luffy are doing homework sitting at a garden table in the front yard, a line of rose bushes decorating the gate.

“Seems like a nice place.” Shanks comments, his hand firmly clasped in yours; you share a new smile, and a moment later the front door is violently open, and a child-sized cannonball erupts from the inside, advancing at full speed towards them.

“Shanks! (name)! You came!” Luffy screams, elated; he hugs Shanks’ leg, his smile radiant, and it’s returning that smile that Shanks kneels to look at the child in the face, a hand resting on his dark hair.

“How are you, Luffy?” he asks, the question much less obvious than it might seem. The child in front of him has, after all, witnessed his grandfather being killed, on top of all the abuses he suffered for years at the old man’s hands, events that he can’t simply leave behind and forget to easily begin a new life. But children can be stronger than adults give them credit for, the social worker has told you over the phone, and Luffy seems to have settled well in his new house, is able to discuss what he went through and only rarely has nightmares about Garp’s death. It’s like the shock of that night bounced right off him, as if the child were made of rubber, they said, and while you didn’t exactly see the need for a joke, given the serious topic you were discussing, you were happy to learn Luffy wasn’t once more suffering the consequences of his grandfather’s actions.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you? Really?” you ask, almost fearful to hear him contradict himself, but Luffy nods earnestly, as if you were the ones who needed reassuring - and perhaps you are.

“Yeah, I’m good. I have to speak to a theparist every monday and sometimes I have nightmares about my gramps, but it’s fine.”

“You know that Shanks had to… to do what he did, right?” you ask gently, and you feel the man next to you tense, as if he feared Luffy could actually reproach him for what he did. Luffy’s expression does grow sorrowful, and for a moment he looks even smaller than he actually is, as he clings to Shanks’ shoulders as if fearing to be swept away by the tide.

“I… I sometimes miss him, you know? My gramps.” he whispers, with the tone of someone who is confessing a particularly shameful secrets “Not everything he did to me, just… him. I think he did love me, even if he wasn’t good at showing it. And I know it wasn’t fair of him to treat me like that, and now I’ll probably have a new mom and dad and even a brother, but sometimes… sometimes I wish he were still here. Is that wrong?”

Shanks sighs. “No, Luffy; it means that you’re human.” he says gently, and then he holds the child’s body against his as Luffy hides his face against Shanks’ neck, shaking slightly.

“I wish you were my dad, you know?” he murmurs “That you were my dad and (name) was my mom; that way I could come live with you two, and everything would be alright.”

Shanks laughs softly; it’s evident on his face that the child’s words have touched him, just like they have touched you, but he keeps smiling as he gently breaks the hug, takes his beloved straw hat from his head to place it on the child’s dark hair.

“Shanks…?”

“This hat is my most precious possession; my dad gave it to me many years ago, before he died.” he explains softly “If I give it to you now, you’re going to be part of our family as well. I may not be your father, or your brother, but I promise I’ll always be there for you.”

“And I as well.” you add, kneeling to meet the boy’s eyes; a heavy, painful emotion has set on your heart, affection and sadness and protectivity all in one, and you’ve never thought about having children of your own, but it takes you a moment to decide you wouldn’t mind, that you’d be happy, to have Luffy be part of your life, and to be part of his “I’m sure you’ll find an amazing family, but you can count of me, now and forever.”

You embrace once more, long and tight, drying Luffy’s tears and kissing his little face; in the end the child is smiling once more, excitingly telling you about the couple who he has met yesterday, nice people he thinks will ask to adopt him and like they did with an older child named Ace, and of how he and Zoro have started writing to and calling each other to keep in touch. He seems relaxed and in peace and most of all hopeful - hopeful for the life all children deserve, and that has until now escaped him; he will find a family able to give it to him, if there’s any justice in the world, and otherwise… otherwise you’ll take care of it, you decide. It’s way too early to make plans about your relationships with both the men in front of you, but you know already you care about them enormously, and that healing will be easier, and faster, for both Shanks and Luffy if they can count on each other.

“Luffy, do you think the social worker will let you come to the movies with us?” you ask then, and the child’s face lights up.

“You mean today?”

“Would you like that?”

“Amazing!” Luffy cries excitedly “I’m gonna ask them!”

He turns and runs inside, his hands holding the brim of the hat to keep it firm on his head, leaving the two of you alone. “You don’t mind, do you?” you ask as you turn towards Shanks, suddenly unsure; the movies had been your idea, but maybe you should have asked for his opinion first nonetheless… “I’m afraid we’ll have to watch a children’s movie…”

“Cartoons are fine.” Shanks reassures you; he’s smiling broadly, clearly approving of your plan “We can ask if he can have dinner with us too, but then you’re all mine tonight, alright?”

“Only tonight?”

“Hmm, don’t tempt me…”

You share a smile; being close to Shanks makes your heart sing.

“Oh, right; I have something for you.” Shanks mentions after a moment; he retrieves a folded piece of paper from his pocket, that then he offers you.

“What’s this?”

“You were wondering what happened to Belle-mère’s daughters after her death; well, her fiancée adopted them both, now they’re living with him. They seem fine, this Genzo guy takes good care of them, but I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you.”

You’ll be happy as well, and your heart is full of gratitude for Shanks’ thoughtfulness; having pocketed the piece of paper with the girls’ new number, you circle his neck with your arms.

“I’m sorry you lost your hat, but… it’s amazing what you did for him.” you murmur, and he shrugs, admitting that while it wasn’t easy to abandon his father’s gift, he knows Luffy will take good care of it. He looks at you, his eyes full of an affection you already feel you can’t do without.“You really are amazing, you know?” he murmurs, and you’re about to ask him what caused the shift from gorgeous to amazing -not that you’re complaining, mind you- but you can’t, because Shanks is kissing you once more, and the whole world disappears as you lose yourself in the warmth of his embrace.

#One Piece #One Piece Live Action #OPLA #Red-Haired Shanks #Shanks #Red-Haired Shanks x reader #Shanks x reader #Peter Gadiot #Bellona's stuff

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one-idea · 6 months ago

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I love your Skyward Sword AU!!! I think Nami would be a weather goddess for sure ^_^

God but the Straw Hats trailing behind Luffy, constantly failing him in their mind... It would destroy them for sure, I can totally see Robin especially going off the deep end a bit (former assassin wants to KILL)

Oh for sure Nami is a weather goddess in their past life.

I want to place all the Strawhats as minor gods with Nika as a major. I think in the past they either all died and Nika gave up his immortality so that they could all reincarnate together. Or after Nika died and gave up his immortality they all followed suit to be with him again. I’m leaning more towards idea one

Some strawhats are easier to place than others

Luffy as Nika

Zoro as Asura

Nami as a goddess of weather (maybe call her Kiatsu meaning barometric pressure, or Tenki meaning weather.)

Usopp could be the god of lies and trickery (lies is Japanese is just Uso so I might have to work on that name a bit)

Sanji is a god of food/cooking

Chopper is obviously a god of medicine/healing

Robin could be wisdom/knowledge/history maybe something else as well

Franky is the spirit of inventions?

Book is music (obvious)

Jinbei is the ocean (obvious)

As for your second point… the idea that they are always a step behind, a moment too late to help. The are arriving to battle fields when the battle is over. Finding remnants of sea stone cuffs and other objects to hurt/imprison their captain.

And this is after Marineford, they all already feel like they failed Luffy once. He needed them and they weren’t there and he lost his brother.

Now he needs them again and they are always showing up to late.

I’m sure Mihawk is not painting a delicate picture for them. He’s not sparing any detail of what almost happened to Luffy at each spot. “If the Red hair pirates were here than….” Fill in the blank.

It absolutely starts to wear them down. Especially as them memories of their previous life starts to trickle back. They all feel like they are going crazy, and Luffy the one person who always brought confidence and comfort is not there.

I think the first time they arrive to a spot that still has marines at it they all go ballistic.

Zoro just launches himself from the boat at starts attacking them. He has to get to Luffy, he’s not going to be to late this time.

Sanji and Robin are right behind. Luffy just saved Sanji from Whole Cake not to long ago, he has to save Luffy. Robin well they’ve been harassing her sunshine Captain and she’s not letting that go.

There is a lot of pent up rage in the whole crew.

They won’t be to late this time.

It’s all for not. Luffy and Shanks already moved on.

But I don’t think any of them totally lose it until they catch back up to Luffy. The release that he is alright. That they are all back together. Only for it all to crumble as Luffy leaves to go hold back an enemy. This time they can’t follow. Not until they have their memories back.

Suddenly they have to face their past lives and every emotion that comes with putting the pieces of their past back together

The realization that Asura dealt Nika his fatal wound.

The memory of their own deaths

It’s a lot. And they all definitely break down in their own ways.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #straw hat pirates #roronoa zoro #zolu #nico robin #nami #usopp #black leg sanji #tony tony chopper #one piece franky #one piece brook #jinbei #skyward sword zolu au

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anystalker707 · 1 year ago

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triplicated [2/2]

Pairing: Zoro x [gn, amab] Reader x Law Summary: Zoro's grumpy and needy. Tags: AU / Demon Zoro / Priest Law / man has 3 cocks and manages to bottom / law tops him this time PART ONE

Requested by @anonstories08 ["okokok lemme think maybe something along the lines of like law and y/n havent really had any exorcisms or anything lately but then theres just this giant spike in activity (guess who it is. its my fav demon prince-y :)) but law (...)]

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The letters that arrived at the office lately had been, in the great majority, only asking for the blessing of objects, once or twice requesting the Last Rites or a prayer at a funeral, but nothing aside from that. The exorcism equipment was getting dusty, and things were getting boring. It was impossible—you couldn’t believe not even a single spirit was bothering some old lady, that a demon didn’t decide to confront you two.

Since you two didn’t have any extra work to do, you were on altars again, celebrating masses to the familiar faces of the town. Many people liked you two, factually. They were grateful someone could finally stop the steps they heard in the middle of the night or the doors that slammed shut by themselves, even nightmares, in some of the worst cases.

The hours dragged by slowly, stretching themselves between appointments as you two gradually settled down for the monotonous routine—it was rather normal for the current months, and it was nice to have some calmness before November knocked in with its usual agitation.

As if the universe listened to your thoughts, the notices came in more often, but the cases weren’t exactly what you looked forward to.

“It sounds like ghost activity,” you told Law after rereading the letter you’d received while he paced around the room, trying to look for something significant. There wasn’t much to investigate in the small house of a poor single mother and her two sons. They’d described seeing things from the corner of their eyes, voices, and things falling in the middle of the night—a common thing. “Hm, but the energy here feels a little too heavy to be from a ghost.”

Law nodded in agreement as he adjusted the glasses on his face and scratched the back of his neck, his hip popping out on the side of the leg he put most of his weight on. Your eyes averted to how his ass looked in those tight jeans, but he was soon speaking again. “Do you think it could be some wrath, though?”

“We don’t get many of those here,” you said, thoughtfully looking around. One of the kids had made a drawing of something they’d seen; it was a poor drawing, but you looked at it again, observing the sloppy drawing of a human figure. It was a little confusing, with the messy lines all over the place, as if the figure’s arms were duplicated.

A sigh escaped your lips as you looked around until you found something on the ground, glistening gold. Crouching down, you ascertained it was an earring, in a very familiar shape. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked at the drawing again. Maybe the kid’s drawing wasn’t as sloppy as you judged it to be—there was a chance they really were replicate figures, and the idea of that made something click in your brain.

“It’s Zoro,” you said as if it were obvious, earning yourself a confused look from Law.

“Zoro?”

A sigh escaped your lips as you lifted the earring. “Demon. Three heads.”

Law had to think for a moment before he raised his eyebrows and slowly nodded, eyes falling to the earring in your hand again. “So you think it might be him, hm? I see. Why would a demon go around doing such small stuff? This is nowhere near a usual demon’s behavior.”

A small crease formed between your eyebrows as you shrugged and nodded. “Well, yes, but after that mansion’s case, I concluded that we don’t know all the kinds of demons nor all about their behavior,” you stated, bringing the earring close to check if it had any inscription or anything, but its smooth surface reflected yourself in distorted images. “He wasn’t predictable at all.”

Law seemed to consider what you said, silently eyeing the earring in your hand, before he exhaled and nodded. “But he’s not here.”

“Yeah.” You sighed. “We can find him soon, though.”

There was a peak in activity, giving you two the so-wanted action, along with a headache. All the cases had similarities between them, all the same thing that didn’t truthfully need your presence there, but rather guided you somewhere. It was like a damn cat-and-rat game, so it got on your nerves easily. All those trips around the city and to its outskirts were in vain, only degrading your patience with the frustrated expectations of finally facing the green-haired demon.

“This is the last one, I swear,” Law said with a sigh, running a hair through his messy hair in a futile attempt to put his messy strands back in place, and you couldn’t determine whether the darkness around his eyes was due to smudged kohl or late nights without slumber. “If we receive another notice describing this same thing, I am ripping the letter.”

You twisted your mouth, keeping your hand on the doorknob without opening the door for now. “I mean,” you breathed but lost yourself in thoughts again. Yes, this was tiring, but you couldn’t help the little hope in your chest whenever a new letter came in, always keeping that earring in your pocket. A sigh escaped your lips as you shook your head and restricted yourself to looking at Law, turning the doorknob.

None of you had any weapons ready, already prepared to just face another empty house and go back to the office as if nothing had happened. With a hum, you looked around—it was a well-furnished house, not so big, but certainly with more rooms and furniture than a widowed lady needed for a living. Pictures hung from the walls along with framed dry flowers and embroidery works, with occasional crosses between them. The curtains and carpets were thick, matching the warm dark tones of the furniture, which was made from glossy wood.

“It’s a good place,” you muttered with a sigh, walking around quietly. Everything seemed in order, well-kept, and clean; not a single sign of mess in sight.

The hall that led to the other rooms was narrow, carpeted, with a small chandelier. A mirror took over the whole wall by the end of it, and there was a sideboard by it with a vase on top. Unfortunately, the vase had fallen over, in a way the white roses that once sat neatly inside it were now on the table while a few lied on the carpet.

“Oh, no.” You raised your eyebrows a little before crouching down to grab the flowers to neatly organize them inside the beautiful vase again, organizing the fallen petals in a small pile by its base. “Okay, it’s much better now.”

A grunt came in response and nearly gave you a heart attack, scaring you again when you noticed the huge figure behind you through the mirror. It took you a while to reorient yourself enough to recognize Zoro there, but your heart was already racing kilometers per hour by then. You needed to grip the edge of the sideboard before turning around, observing the three faces eye you curiously before they fell into a scowl, and all three crossed their arms over their chests.

“Zoro,” you said weakly, trying to catch your breath while placing a hand over your chest. It was kind of ironic that you had been so scared like that when you were part of the exorcism gang—or duo, really, since it was just you and Law—, and you should be used to things like that. The thing is that the entities and creatures usually had a presence that you could sense, but Zoro didn’t. What kind of demon was he? “You didn’t need to scare me like that. I mean, you didn’t need to do all of this in general.”

Instead of any kind of answer, Zoro just kept scowling at you. Was he angry at you? A sigh of frustration escaped your lips as you tilted your head, seeing the main figure lacked an earring, and you were about to reach for the missing jewelry in your pocket when the lateral figures looked back.

“Oh,” Law’s voice rang through the hall, justifying the figures’ distraction, since you couldn’t see much past Zoro’s big frame. “Finally. I would give up if you didn’t show up this time!” Even if you couldn’t see him, it was possible to imagine Law accusingly pointing a finger at Zoro’s figures. The response Law received was probably similar to yours, given how the scowl you received only deepened, so it only made sense the two other figures were acting in sync.

Zoro’s behavior felt off, falling out of the friendly demeanor he’d shown the last time he was around.

“Zoro,” you breathed, furrowing your eyebrows and scratching the side of your neck. “We aren’t exorcising you or anything, what do you want, hm? I mean, if you start causing real problems—”

There was a grunt in response, but it didn’t help much, anyway. What was he so grumpy for?

“Do you want your earring back?” You offered, about to reach for your pocket when his eye narrowed at you, so you gave up as well, looking away with a sigh of defeat. It was difficult to interpret it when Zoro wouldn’t say a word, just standing there and glaring, though maybe you didn’t understand his language or something.

“It’s all your fault,” Law said, and a silence followed. “I’m talking to you, (y/n).”

“My fault?” You gasped, a hand flying to your chest when Zoro grunted in what sounded like an agreement. “What did I even do?”

A sigh came from Law, and he soon came into view, standing by Zoro—he looked from Zoro’s face to you a couple of times before he sighed. “Dunno.” He paused. “But I remember you mentioned wanting to keep Zoro and all. Did you go after him after that? Because, like—”

“Shut up,” you said in response, noticing that all three faces continued eyeing you as if sustaining Law’s words, so you raised your hands in defense. “Law didn’t even think about it either, in my defense. He could have visited on his own, even!” You raised your eyebrows, watching Zoro’s attention also turn to Law, which made the priest immediately glare at you.

“Making him angry at me as well won’t do any good!”

“At last I’m not dying alone, if anything.” You shrugged, and one of Zoro’s figures facepalmed, making you chuckle a little. “Poor thing, I didn’t mean it,” you said soothingly while grabbing one of the main figure’s hands so that he would stop sulking so much. “Honestly, I thought it would be a little too hard to actually be close to a demon, with all the church job, always being in the church and stuff,” you said, feeling his hand slowly soften into yours until he was holding your hand. “Oh, right…”

The earring was deep in your pocket, needing you a moment to reach for it, but you soon presented the jewelry for him on your palm. “Here it is.”

One of Zoro’s hands closed your own while the other pushed it away, back to you, which made you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head, but he still didn’t let you return it.

“For me?” You raised an eyebrow. “For me to keep?” And there was a hum of approval in response that made your heart flutter while your lips parted into a grin. Zoro took the earring from your hand, but it was only so that he could replace one of your earrings with it instead. You eyed Law, still grinning, as Zoro pulled you close to himself for a hug, earning yourself some glares from Law.

“Seriously, though,” Law cut in with a sigh and looked up at Zoro, “you have to behave.”

One of the side figures kept focused on you, his hands playing with your hair and the earring, sometimes cupping your face, but the other two looked at Law with sighs and scowls, almost frowning.

“You could even go after us,” you agreed, “making us chase you wasn’t exactly nice. Since you’re serious about wanting us around, we can manage to be more present, but you can’t cause trouble, though.” As you looked at him, Zoro actually frowned, his hands stilling to cup your cheeks. “Come on, we can’t let you loose and lose our reputation and stuff. Sorry, pookie, no great privileges for you.”

A groan came from Zoro as he squished your cheeks together, only to let go when he noticed your gaze wouldn’t change.

“Yeah,” you hummed, “be a good boy.”

Law rolled his eyes at you, shaking his head a little. “Let’s go.”

“Let’s go…” You cut yourself off when Zoro picked you up, almost throwing you over his shoulder as he started walking away. A wide smirk tugged on your lips when Law glared more.

Whatever you expected, it all felt so fucking dumb now. Trusting a demon wasn’t a good idea in the first place—whether Zoro was challenging your agreement or just doing it for attention, it didn’t matter now anyway.

Law was behind his desk as usual, taking notes as he checked a few documents. A sharp sigh escaped your lips as you sat on the armchair in the office, reading the letters you’d received lately. It would all be a completely normal day if Zoro weren’t there—he knelt on the ground right between your spread legs. He knew he’d fucked up, but you doubted there was any guilt since he eyed you like that.

A figure’s head rested his head on each of your thighs, while the middle figure had his chin on your crotch, in a way you could feel it whenever he swallowed, his arms wrapped around your middle. The side figures hugged your legs, drawing patterns on your calf with care not to scratch you through your pants with the sharp nails, but it had been going on for long enough to be buried in the back of your mind and ignored.

“I can’t believe Mrs Auclair is still complaining about those ‘ghosts’,” you breathed, reading the letter again, trying to search for details that indicated anything different from usual, but there were none, as expected. “I think she just wants to keep seeing us, at this point,” you chuckled, shaking your head lightly at your own joke.

Law scoffed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, lifting his glasses a little in the process. “She should be in a retirement home, not living by herself, at this point. Maybe they should even pay some nurse, just a caretaker.”

You sighed, placing the letter away on the side table before opening the next one, but there was a grunt this time that made you lift the letter and look down instead. Zoro’s eye widened a little when your gazes met, and his teeth disappeared a little with the way he pressed his lips together and looked away for a moment.

“I’m not falling for your lost puppy behavior,” you said in an accusing tone, pointing at Zoro while placing the rest of the letters on the side table. His brows lowered in frowns, and one of the figures had his cheek pressed to your thigh while pouting, stupidly lovely, but you still remembered what Zoro had done.

Having those cases going around was bad for your reputation. Only the fact you and Law were so effective in what you did kept you from being exonerated, since the people in the higher ranks weren’t fond of you two at all, but they also couldn’t find anyone else who exorcised entities that well. If Zoro was causing trouble that the two of you couldn’t handle, then it meant problems for you two and Zoro. The thought of Zoro being caught and exorcised by someone else bothered you, maybe more than it should.

“Stupid.”

Zoro glared at you this time, probably because of the unusually flat and dry tone rather than the insult itself. He mumbled something, but it was obvious that you didn’t understand it.

“We better go check on Mrs Auclair just in case,” Law said as he glanced at you. “Just to improve the situation a little.” He sighed, looking at Zoro and furrowing his eyebrows in a glare. “Everything is under control, thankfully enough.”

“Finally, at least,” you muttered, holding Zoro’s gaze with another glare until he was pouting. “What are you looking at me like that for? I know you don’t even regret it.”

Instead of trying to argue, the main figure buried his face into your crotch, erasing the thoughts away from your mind as your cock twitched almost as an immediate response, even more so when he looked up at you. His gaze carried something you couldn’t quite identify, but it started making you aroused shamefully quickly. A breath escaped your lips as you looked away, shaking your head faintly.

Zoro considered it a victory as he started unbuttoning your pants, and two figures mouthed at your cock through your boxers, working on slowly making it harder, while the third one massaged and kissed your thigh.

“I don’t understand why you always have all the fun,” Law cut in, receiving a glare from you that didn’t make him waver.

“You’re just never the one to make the first step, so it isn’t my fault you’re missing out,” you sighed, running your fingers through the hair of the figure that rested his head on your thigh—he tilted his head up until nuzzling your palm.

Law’s pants were undone, with the belt still in the loops, and down to the middle of his thighs along with his boxers as he knelt over the fluffy carpet, with one of Zoro’s legs pressed to his torso, ankle on Law’s shoulder. Zoro was on his side—the main figure, it is—, using his arms to keep himself in place, with help from the other two; one of them had his forearm under the forehead for support in leaning over, and the last one sort of mirrored the main figure’s, though he seemed a little more unquiet than the others.

“Tight,” Law breathed with a groan as he pushed his hips forward, making Zoro furrow his eyebrows and moan. Now that you weren’t the one fucking him, you were able to take a good look at his face—faces, if you will—while he was being pleased like that, sitting over your folded legs on the carpet with them.

“Yeah,” You agreed with a hum as you took Zoro’s face between your hands. He looked at you with a soft groan, breath hitching whenever Law’s hips moved. His pupil was blown, sometimes losing focus on you at the same time his back arched and a louder moan spilled from his lips.

Kissing Zoro felt different, even more since he had his teeth on the way, but it wasn’t bad. You groaned softly as his lips parted open, and his tongue met yours, gliding along it while he kissed you back messily. He moaned into your mouth, one of his hands cupping the side of your neck to pull you closer.

“You better be a good boy now,” you muttered while nipping on Zoro’s bottom lip, tugging on it until the skin was red and swollen, and it was quite a work to admire. You licked the excessive saliva away from your lips as your eyes kept trained on Zoro’s expression and how it contorted in pleasure. His eyebrows knit together once Law started fondling his balls, putting a little more intensity into his thrusts, and Zoro’s hand gripped on your shoulder. Impressively, Zoro was quite sensitive. You’d missed that.

You wondered if the sensations were split between the three figures in equal proportions of it, or if all felt the same thing equally. The first option seemed more probably, though, given how the side figures would practically blur out sometimes.

It was obvious you were hard, with your cock pressed uncomfortably against your boxers, but playing with Zoro seemed so much better at the moment. He was so responsive to everything, tilting his head to the side to expose his neck even more for your kisses and nibbles. Could you leave a hickey on a demon? You were up to testing that, nipping and sucking on the skin, doing your best to find the most sensitive spots.

One of your hands trailed down his torso, tracing his abdomen before taking a handful of his pec to squeeze—he seemed sensitive there as well, hissing and arching his back, allowing his moans to become louder. His body shook lightly with the impact of Law’s hips against him, but it wasn’t enough to disturb your plans. You were able to lean in comfortably and start kissing Zoro’s chest, feeling the soft skin under your lips before your teeth started tugging on it, working with your tongue to bring even more pleasure to Zoro.

“Fuck, what are you so big for,” you muttered absentmindedly against his chest, groaning as his hand moved to the back of your neck to pull you closer.

Zoro eventually lay on his back—probably handled by Law, but you were too busy to notice—and pulled you over him with it, keeping your face pressed to his chest. The new position allowed you to use your other hand, squeezing his other pec while you nibbled the one in front of you. His nipple was hard under your tongue, and his moans just grew louder when you started using your teeth on it. As his back arched, he pressed your head to his chest with your hand, so you were glad to comply with his wishes and suck more on his nipple.

“I think he’s close,” Law groaned, breath hitching in his throat.

It took you a little struggle, but you could look back at Law humming softly, observing his messy state and the way Zoro’s cocks fell back on his stomach heavily, creating a pool of pre-cum on his lower stomach, then you turned to Zoro again. “No cumming unless we tell you so,” you said with a glare, receiving a whimper in response. Hot. It went straight to your gut.

Your lips parted in a grin as you grabbed the silver cross from your neck and started to run the edge along Zoro’s chest, a few centimeters above his nipple. He hissed, but his cock twitched with the way his skin burnt under the cool metal, but you kept writing your name into his skin. “Maybe today you’ll learn how to behave.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar law #x reader #x male reader #zoro x reader #zoro x male reader #law x reader #law x male reader #one piece x reader #oneshot #scenario #fan fic #fan fiction #imagine

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goldenblu · 9 months ago

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hold your fire (by the throat) - chapter 4

One Piece | Zosan | Post-Wano AU where Sanji slowly loses his emotions

Chapter 4: the devil that you forgot

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “Putting away the groceries,” Zoro says, like it’s obvious. Sanji is going to break his nose. “Why?”

Preview:

The next morning, Robin comes with him to buy groceries after breakfast. To take a look at what’s on sale, she says, but Sanji chooses to believe it’s because she’s irresistibly drawn to his charm and good looks. And who is he to say no to an outing with a heavenly angel?

When they arrive at the open air market, there’s not too much of a crowd, probably because it’s only an hour past dawn. He made sure to cook breakfast earlier than usual today because he wanted to get the fuck off the ship as soon as possible after baring his insides to the shitty mosshead of all people yesterday. It means that the late-risers won’t be getting freshly made food, but he can take the blow to his pride as a chef this one time.

As he stews over this, Robin passes him a pouch of berry. “This is from Nami. It should be more than enough, according to her.”

“Ah, Nami-san’s so generous! I won’t spend a penny more than I need to,” Sanji promises. He withdraws the shopping list he drew up last night after taking inventory. “Spices first, I think.”

Though he knows it’s seen as a chore to some of the others, grocery shopping is one of his favorite parts of visiting new places. With all the wildly different climates and cultures of each island on the Grand Line, it’s a perfect way to discover new flavors and ingredients that he hasn’t come across before. As someone who’s constantly looking for new ways to expand his repertoire of dishes, he couldn’t ask for a better opportunity.

Flitting from stall to stall, he samples various spices and marinades and produce, crossing off items on his list as he goes. He also finally learns that the island is called Quarry Island, apparently named for the nearby quarry which supplies the mineral ore that makes up their main export. He doesn’t particularly care about the details, he’s just thankful for the way it distracts him from brooding over yesterday’s discovery.

He hadn’t slept well last night, tossing and turning and thinking about what it could mean for him. Because the mosshead could be right that it’s nothing, but he could also be wrong. The little sleep that Sanji had managed hadn’t been restful at all, full of strange half-forgotten dreams, and he’d woken up feeling like shit, with a deep sense of foreboding that he couldn’t shake off.

Now, in the daylight, Sanji refuses to let himself dwell on it too long, or else he’s going to start screaming and never stop. He focuses on the food instead. This island seems to lean towards West Blue cuisine, he notices, with a prevalence of fragrant herb-infused sauces and hearty root vegetables, the kinds that pair well with shellfish. Makes sense, he supposes, given the abundance of crustaceans in the bay.

There’s a booth selling fried crickets that he steers clear of. Even though he’s usually open to trying all sorts of new foods no matter how weird or gross, insects are the one thing he’d really rather not eat if he doesn’t have to. He suppresses a shudder, feeling the phantom sensation of things crawling over his neck, his cheeks, his eyes, cruel laughter echoing through the suffocating weight of a mask on his head.

Abort. Abort. Think about something else.

He’s determinedly examining some regional mushrooms—and wondering if he could cook it in a way that even Usopp would like—when a disembodied mouth sprouts in front of him. Robin’s voice says, “Sanji, could you come over here? To your left.”

(continue on AO3)

#one piece #zosan #sanzo #sanji #zoro #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #emotionless sanji au #hold your fire by the throat #mine #my writing

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an-au-blog · 11 months ago

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Christmas Frobin in the modern day au would be that couple that makes the biggest and parties. And it's mostly Franky inviting people lordy and right. People expect Robin to be introverted but she loves talking up people and sharing odd fun facts that deeply disturb the guests.

Then the rest of the straw hats arrived - late because when they went to pick Zoro up, he was lost and they had to look for him. Sanji's pissed because all the food he prepared got cold, Luffy's running around for food, Nami and Usopp are just glad they got there at all. Brook immediately finds the piano and Jinbei just stands there next to the fireplace hoping no one breaks anything.

#frobin #robin x franky #franky x robin #op #modern au

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goodlucktai · 1 year ago

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keep your brittle heart warm

one piece pairing: chopper & luffy word count: 2k title borrowed from peace by taylor swift smile again au

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A year after the funeral, there are mostly good days.

Brook’s initially interrupted tour has finally been rescheduled, so he’s out of state. Everyone else has shifted their work or class schedules from reduced hours back to full-time. Their lives are returning to what Usopp calls a degree of separation from normal. The old normal.

Because Luffy smiles like he used to, and sleeps through the night. He’s re-enrolling in his classes next term and keeps busy in the meantime. They all help him keep busy. He has mostly good days.

Chopper knew from the moment he came downstairs that today was going to be a bad one.

In the usual morning crush of breakfast and rushed showers and last-minute carpool arrangements, Luffy perches on a stool in front of the kitchen island and tears his egg and sausage sandwich in half and then in half again. He lets the noise cover him like a blanket, familiar and precious, but he doesn’t add to it.

When Sanji’s ride arrives, he says, “Luffy, move it.” Because Luffy is supposed to go to the Baratie with him today.

Luffy licks egg yolk off his thumb and doesn’t look up from the deconstructed English muffin on his plate.

“Sanji can go without me,” he says.

If a train crashed through the front of the house, it probably would have startled Sanji less than that statement did. His phone chimes, reminding him of the car waiting for him outside, but he doesn’t seem to hear it.

“Okay,” the chef says, doing a decent job of sounding normal. “Are you coming by later?”

“Dunno,” Luffy replies. He has on a blank expression that all of his friends know better than to take at face value.

When Chopper first met them, the Portgas brothers lived in a cramped two-bedroom apartment that he remembers as bigger than it actually was. Ace was always a warm, laughing presence there, and never minded making room for yet another rowdy teenager in his busy life.

That was where it began. Those long summer afternoons crammed onto the sofa together, the late nights making a mess of the kitchen because someone couldn’t sleep. The apartment itself is long-gone, the whole building having been gutted and renovated a few years ago, but it’s where they started cultivating the idea of forever together.

It’s where Chopper first realized that home has nothing to do with walls and a roof.

Ace is present in this house, too. There are dog-eared books stacked on the shelf that he never finished before starting a new one, and a burnt-orange leather coat in the front closet that he found in a thrift store and shared custody of with Usopp and Nami, and fiery spices in the cupboard that Sanji only started experimenting with in his cooking as a teenager because their big brother preferred his food hot.

Sometimes it feels like he could just be in the next room; like they’d only have to walk down the hall to see him again.

It’s not good to stay cooped up here alone.

Zoro slides his phone out of his pocket and starts texting someone. Probably the director of the museum where he works. His coworker once said that Mihawk was more of an out-of-touch, weirdly overbearing dad than he was a boss.

At the time Zoro had disagreed out of principle, because he and Perona have fun getting on each other’s last nerve. But Chopper thinks she was right. Anyone else would have been fired by now with how many times Zoro has called in over the last horrible year.

Robin used to gently lecture him about work ethic, but she gave up on that ages ago. There isn’t a force on earth that could drag Zoro away from Luffy’s side on the bad days. Or even on the good ones, really. Zoro has never been confused about what his real job is.

Sanji’s phone chimes again. He seems to be frozen in the entryway. He looks like he doesn’t want to leave. He’s two years older than Luffy and Zoro, a year older than Nami and Usopp—which means that sometimes he gets all protective of them, the way everyone in their family sometimes gets protective of Chopper.

Zoro doesn’t always appreciate it. In fact, he rarely does. Chopper understands. There are times when he doesn’t appreciate it, either.

“Old man Zeff will be annoyed if you’re late,” Luffy says, finally looking up from his plate. “Take Zoro, too, okay? The museum is getting an important shipment today. Zoro needs to be there.”

It makes Chopper’s heart hurt, how bewildered Zoro looks. “I don’t care about that,” he says.

“Yes, you do,” Luffy replies frankly. “You and Robin talked about it for ages. Three swords from the sixteenth century, that’s what you said. They belonged to a famous warrior, and now they’re on loan from some super special martial arts museum in Japan, and you get to be the one to unpack them. So you’re gonna go do that.”

Chopper, who isn’t allowed to take more than three courses at a time, because Dr. Kureha is very protective of him in her own way and yells things like “you’re sixteen years old!” during their weekly phone calls when he timidly asks if he can take an extra biology class next term, pipes up, “I don’t have any lectures or labs today! I’ll be here!”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but instead Zoro and Sanji both look more troubled. When Sanji’s phone chimes one last time, he strides to the front door, yanks it open, and bellows, “Give me a fucking minute! God damn, just let the meter run, asshole!”

Luffy smiles, because he thinks everything his friends do is funny and charming, even when they’re being rude and inconveniencing complete strangers.

“Bring us something good to eat when you come home,” he says. It sounds like a casual thing to say, but it’s clearly his final word on the matter.

Their friends finally leave, with obvious reluctance, and Luffy sighs when they’re gone. It’s not a sigh of relief or exasperation, it's just a breath he was holding that he doesn’t have to hold anymore.

Down to the blood and bone and marrow of him, Luffy is a free spirit. There’s nothing he values more than independence and autonomy. He wants his loved ones to do exactly what they want to do at all times and nothing else.

So Chopper knows it’s been killing him to hold them back. Zoro doesn’t have a problem with skipping work, because he could get a million different jobs but there’s only one Luffy in the whole world. For him, that’s the simplest math there is.

The Luffy from a year and a month ago would have understood. He would have laughed at his friends’ transparent attempts to stay home with him and let them do whatever they wanted. He would have known that it was as much for their sake as it was his.

The Luffy from a year and a month ago hadn’t had this big awful hole carved into his life. He’s still learning his way around it. The map his mind knows to follow is still outdated in a few areas, still wired to take him places he can’t go anymore.

Grief upsets the chemistry of the brain. It alters neural pathways. Healing from that is complicated and backwards and sometimes it can be a lifelong process.

Luffy is the most perceptive person that Chopper has ever known, but he’s anxious now in a way he didn’t used to be. Doubts can creep up on him even here in their sunny kitchen.

Chopper won’t have his medical degree for years, but Luffy is good friends with somebody who already does. Which means that Chopper is good friends with that person, too. Which means he can pull out his phone while Luffy picks his way through the rest of his food and send a text that only says, Bad day. :(

Six minutes later, the reply comes back: Omw.

They’re piled on the sofa together, watching cartoon reruns, when the doorbell rings. Luffy tilts his head curiously, knowing very well that no one is supposed to be back home until lunch.

“Do you think Zoro skipped after all?” he asks blithely. “I’ll beat him up if he did.”

Chopper shakes his head without lifting it, cheek pressed against Luffy’s shoulder. He doesn’t want to spoil the surprise, which he definitely will do if he opens his mouth or makes eye contact.

The doorbell is just a formality; the person Chopper texted has a key.

When the door opens, muffled voices from outside become clearer, and the good-natured one-sided chatter that fills the entryway makes Chopper smile automatically at the same time that Luffy perks up and flings himself halfway over the back of the sofa in bald delight.

“Rosi!” he yells by way of hello.

“Luffy!” Rosinante yells back with equal enthusiasm. A second later he manages to trip over his own two feet, and his entire body slams into the entryway floor face-first. Everything standing on the console table by the door wobbles precariously and then falls on top of him.

The resounding silence that follows is broken by Luffy’s surprised laughter.

“Oh my god, Cora,” Law mutters, stooping to help him up.

“Are you okay?!” Chopper only just manages not to shriek. He’ll never get used to the way Rosinante can brush himself off and walk away from accidents that should have at the very least left him with a broken bone.

Sure enough, he says, “Ah, I’m fine, I’m fine,” followed by, “Oops, sorry,” when he sits up and nearly knocks the console table over with his shoulder.

Law’s dad is big and intimidating, ex-military with the build to prove it. But he’s very kind. Nami says too kind for his own good, whatever that means. And even though no one would ever assume he and Law were related, with the differences in their complexion and coloring and bone structure, it’s obvious they’re family. They think the world of each other.

Actually, Rosinante brags about Law so much that even Chopper gets tired of hearing about his medical accomplishments.

Luffy stretches his arms as far towards Law as they’ll go.

“Traffy, you came to visit! Who told you to? Was it Sanji?”

Law ignores him outright until Rosinante is back on his feet and steered safely into the living room, and only then does he drift casually into Luffy’s reach. He submits to the one-sided hug without enthusiasm, but if he really didn’t want it, he would have gone around the couch on the other side.

In a smoother lie by omission than Chopper would ever be capable of, Law says, “You think Sanji can tell me what to do?”

Luffy squeezes his friend one last time and then lets him go abruptly to round on Rosinante instead. The two of them lift their hands automatically to sign along as they talk. Luffy’s ASL is awkward and clumsy, still learning, while Rosinante’s hands only seem to move with any grace when he’s using them to speak with.

The white scars that wrap around Rosinante’s wrists are visible once he rolls his cuffs back to keep his sleeves out of the way. Luffy, whose own scar peeks out of the neck of his T-shirt, would never think to comment on something like that.

Usually, Chopper likes to practice ASL with them. Rosinante is a fun teacher. Instead, he follows Law into the adjoining dining room. Law brings work with him everywhere he goes, and he’ll sometimes let Chopper look at stuff if it isn’t confidential.

“Anything new at the Heart?” he asks, trying not to be nosy as Law opens his laptop. “Any new patients? Baffling new cases? Medical marvels?”

“No,” Law says. He pokes Chopper in the forehead, pushing his head away firmly. “My hospital isn’t a soap opera and you don’t work there yet.”

“Nothing exciting?”

“Not unless you think retrograde amnesia is exciting. Potential client came in yesterday to ask about outpatient physical therapy and meet the staff. He kept making jokes about the car that hit him when he was a child. Unfortunately, Shachi and Penguin thought he was hilarious.” He levels Chopper with a narrow-eyed stare before he can do more than open his mouth. “Finish med school and apply for residency at the Heart and then I’ll tell you all about it.”

Chopper’s mouth clicks shut. He slinks a little lower in his chair to sulk. “That’s forever from now. And you guys don’t even have a residency program.”

“We will when you apply for it,” Law replies evenly.

Warmth fills Chopper’s chest like his own personal miniature sun. You’d never guess how kind this reserved man was just by looking at him or even talking to him for a few minutes. It takes really knowing him to figure it out. Rosinante is silly and a total klutz and kind of scary at first just ‘cause he’s so big, but he must have been a great dad to grow up with. He did a good job with Law.

“Can I ask another question?” Chopper says shyly.

“Depends. Would answering it be a HIPAA violation?”

“What made you decide to be Luffy’s friend?” he blurts. “I mean, I’m glad you did! But you must have dozens of other patients. I’m sure you’ve helped survivors of accidents even worse than the one my big brothers were in. I know that Lu can be awfully stubborn, and he sort of latches onto the people he decides to keep, but you went along with it. You let him keep you.” Chopper rubs his fingers against the grain of the tabletop, not brave enough to look up. “I was just wondering why.”

“He reminded me of someone,” Law says, and puts his headphones on to work. It’s a dismissal if Chopper’s ever seen one, and as much of an answer as he’s likely to get.

When he reenters the living room, it’s to find Luffy grinning wildly, bright eyes flitting between Rosinante’s face and his hands as the man tells a rambling story about his latest in a long line of mishaps at work.

Hopping over Rosi’s long legs and throwing himself onto the couch next to Luffy, Chopper signs along as he says, “What’s so funny? What did I miss?”

Chopper was young when Dr. Hiriluk died, but he remembers every horrible second of all the days that came after. He remembers Dr. Kureha learning how to be the patient one, the gentle one, shouldering Hiriluk’s half of the job so that someone would be there to hold Chopper while he cried.

It’s a process, she would tell him. Any doctor worth their salt would say the same thing. It’s not a wound you can see, but it still needs to be treated. Give yourself a little grace.

Of all the lessons she taught him, that’s the one he keeps closest to his heart.

Chopper knows a lot about bad days. He and his family have lived through enough of them to become reluctant experts on the subject. He knows how it feels to suffer so acutely you can’t breathe, to hurt in the pit of your chest like you should be gushing blood, even if all the charts and x-rays and experts say you’re fine. He knows how senseless and unpredictable the pain can be, popping up when you least expect it, when you thought you were getting better.

But he knows about healing, too. He knows how to help. All he wants to do is help.

#one piece #opfic #tony tony chopper #monkey d luffy #trafalgar law #donquixote rosinante #my writing #op #smile again #FINALLY wrote my best guy cora i cant believe its taken me this long to write him

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three-raccoons-ina-trenchcoat · 1 year ago

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A Midnight Truce

SoZan AU

Summary: Zoro gets caught in a storm and gets saved by the chef of a small restaurant.

WORDCOUNT: a little over 1.1k

CW: None

Available on AO3

I got inspired by two things and weirly wanted to combine them: the scene of them washing dishes as Sanji hands the plates to Zoro calling him by his name each time, and a tweet by @ZoSan_Incorrect

Enjoy :)

"Where do you think you're going, cactus head?" Sanji's voice hit Zoro as he made a hasty retreat from the kitchen. The crew had finished their meal half an hour ago, leaving behind only Zoro amidst the remnants of their dinner. He had arrived late, his endless training sessions often preventing him from dining on time, a fact that never failed to infuriate Sanji.

"Time to hit the hay, idiot," Zoro quipped with a sly grin, as if that was the only logical course of action.

Sanji's frustration was undeniable as he crossed his arms, "No, you're not. It's your night to help me with the dishes, and then you're on night guard duty." He turned away, muttering under his breath, "Unfuckingbelievable. Why do I have to do everything around here? It's utterly exhausting."

"Calm down, okay?" Zoro's irritation was palpable, but it was softened with an understanding that arose from noticing the dark bags under Sanji's eyes. He left his swords by the door, and methodically rolled up his sleeves.

Zoro considered offering to handle the dishes alone, but knew Sanji would never let him take charge in his kitchen. As Sanji moved around the cluttered table, picking up the remnants left by the rest of the crew, Zoro gazed at him and decided to break the silence.

"We'll do the dishes quickly," he stated, his voice softer, almost apologetic, "and then you can go get your precious beauty sleep."

Sanji, with a smirk that carried the weariness of the day, tossed a rag in Zoro's direction. "I'll wash, and you'll dry, jerk."

With an unspoken agreement, they embarked on the task in near silence. Sanji would hand Zoro the clean dishes, and Zoro would dutifully dry and store them. The absence of their usual bickering felt oddly necessary, as if they had run out of things to say when not arguing.

As they worked, Zoro's mind wandered, reflecting on his interactions with Sanji since he had joined the crew. He couldn't help but wonder if they had ever had a conversation without the exchange of insults and taunts.

Then, a sudden realization struck him. "Hey, Sanji?" he broke the silence.

"Hmm?" Sanji's voice was heavy with fatigue, and he stifled a yawn.

Zoro hesitated before asking, "How come you never call me by my name? It's always ‘Marimo this’ and ‘Cactus head that,’ but it's never just ‘Zoro’." He felt the weight of the conversation, uncertain of what Sanji's answer might reveal about their dynamic.

Sanji took a moment to ponder the question, choosing his words carefully. "I guess it's for the same reason you hardly ever call me 'Sanji.' We got off on the wrong foot, and the name-calling just stuck. It felt strange to randomly start calling you 'Zoro.'"

Zoro limited his response to a thoughtful "Hmmm."

But Sanji, after a brief pause, extended an olive branch. "But... I can do it more, if you'd like. Call you 'Zoro,' I mean."

Zoro's voice carried a hint of vulnerability as he replied, "You know what? I think I'd like that," and, with a hint of a smile, he added, "Sanji." and nudged him in the shoulder.

Sanji passed another clean plate to Zoro with a shy smile, saying, "Here, Zoro."

Zoro chuckled and continued with the task, drying the plates and stacking them. As Sanji handed him more dishes, their playful exchange continued.

"Another one, Zoro."

"Zoro, be careful with this one."

"ZO - RO."

"Here goes the last one, Zoro."

Laughter finally broke through the air, and Zoro couldn't hold back any longer. "You're such a little shit," with that, Sanji joined in the laughter.

"I think I like you better when we're not bickering," Sanji declared as he dried his hands and retrieved a bottle of rum and two glasses from a nearby cabinet. He held them up, signaling his intention to celebrate their newfound camaraderie. "What do you say to a drink, to mark the moment?"

"You're probably right," Zoro agreed, "and I can't believe I'm about to say this, but can I get a raincheck on that drink? I have to stay alert. I'm the only one on guard tonight, and I can't afford to fall asleep in the middle of my watch."

Sanji swiftly placed the bottle under his arm, gathered the glasses, and used his free hand to grab Zoro's. With determination, he led Zoro out of the kitchen and onto the deck. "Tell you what, I'll keep you company during your guard shift, and then you can have that drink."

Sitting down with his back against the Merry's railing, Sanji placed the bottle and glasses in front of them. Zoro knew how stubborn Sanji could be, and there was no point in arguing. Joining him on the floor of the deck, he poured them both a drink and offered a toast, "To you, idiot cook," accompanied by a warm smile.

Sanji chuckled as he raised his glass. "To you, marimo." After taking a sip, he added, "It’s my turn to ask an uncomfortable question now. Why are you always late for dinner? Can't you take a break from your training to eat? I understand you want to become the world's greatest swordsman and all that, but it puts extra work on me to have dinner ready for everyone but you and then prepare your meal separately."

"I never thought about what it meant to you. I'm sorry.” Zoro paused, considering how much he should reveal. “My training is important to me, but it’s no longer because I want to be the world's greatest swordsman. I want to be at my best to protect the crew, to never fail in keeping you all safe. I've been fixated on getting stronger, but I never realized how it might end up affecting the people I’m trying to keep safe. You already do so much for us, I don't want to make your life harder."

Sanji's response was unexpected. "That's actually a pretty nice thing to say. I didn't know you noticed." He placed a hand on Zoro's leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Thanks."

"Just because I'm constantly on your case doesn't mean I don't appreciate what you do around here." Zoro, feeling a sense of connection, intertwined his fingers with Sanji's.

Eventually, exhaustion began to win the battle, and another yawn escaped Sanji's lips. He rested his head on Zoro's shoulder, and they sat in silence, gazing at the sea and the night sky. The only sounds were the soft flow of the waves against the Merry.

Sanji was the first to speak, breaking the tranquil moment. "We're having a moment, aren't we?"

"If by 'a moment' you mean that I don't want to strangle you for the first time since we met," Zoro mused, "then I guess we are."

Sanji began to pull away, ready to retaliate with a retort, but Zoro's hand guided his head back onto his shoulder. "Don't ruin the moment," Zoro whispered.

#black leg sanji #one piece fanfiction #one piece sanji #one piece zoro #one piece zosan #sanji #sanji vinsmoke #zoro #zoro roronoa #zosan #ao3 fanfic #zosan fanfic #zosan au #op zosan

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eiacez · 2 years ago

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~ fluff, modern au, established relationship

~ wc: 0.7

~ a/n: i believe he is unbothered when it comes to clothes, i mean remember that episode in post-enies lobby arc? that cropped top with mama printed on it? yeah, that. (although it’s a filler, but so what?) looks good on him too.

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When you say Zoro is unbothered by any type of tops you give him to wear, you really mean it. That was something you noticed long ago and you giggled secretly while he wore the cropped top you gave him.

It looked cute on him, really cute. He’s buff, that’s a given, but when he wears something like that? It emphasizes his chest and biceps and triceps. Of course it was an eye candy, like hello?

From that day on, you waited for him to speak out about the tops you give him every time you two go out for a simple walk or stroll along the malls. Though it didn’t come, so today, after many weeks of making him wear cropped tops, you will talk about it.

“Hey, babe, what do you think about my clothes today?” You walk out of your shared bedroom to show him your attire. He was seated on the sofa, busy scrolling on his phone. But then he looked up at you and tilted his head.

“It’s okay. Why?”

You twirl around, “That’s all? Won’t you criticize it? I mean this top is a tube? And these shorts almost show my, you know.”

“So? I don’t see any problems about that? You can wear anything you like. Doesn’t even matter, I’m here for you anyway.” He put his phone in his pocket then crossed his arms, manspreading while looking at you nonchalantly.

“Aww, that’s sweet of you.”

“That’s part of me loving and caring for you, so naturally…” he raised his brows, “Why’d you even ask that?”

“Oh nothing really. I just want to know if you’re willing to match my clothes. Well, not exactly you wearing this kind of tube.” You pointed to your chest.

“We’ll be late, but okay. Give me something.” He sat up straight while holding his hand out.

Amusement fills your mood and expression. This man is willing even after straight up asking him. You were right to assume he’s unbothered by his clothes.

“Are you sure though? Won’t that make you “less of a man”?” You make quotation marks out of your hands. He grimaced a bit.

“It’s just clothing? Besides, you always make me wear cropped tops these days. I don’t care.” He crossed his arms again. At that, you giggle and lean in on his face.

“I can’t believe you actually noticed that. I thought you don’t mind and just go wear whatever.”

“As long as we wear something, (Y/N). Now go and get me those clothes you’re referring to and let’s go already. Luffy and the others are already at the beach resort.” He stood and went into the kitchen.

“Aww, Zoro! I find you adorable!” You giggle again while he grumbles and if you’re facing him right now, you might even see the redness on his face.

In the end, you gave him your favorite cropped top that you bought solely for him, and the color? It was a raging red with a design that has a specific type of flower that isn’t too big and too small. Plus pants that match with this top, obviously.

While he was wearing it, you had that big grin and a giggle escapes you continuously. His face was just neutral and somehow, there was a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

It was obvious that Zoro looks buff as hell, but with this cropped top? He looks less intimidating and somehow buffer, if that makes sense.

The two of you finally arrived at the beach resort. Zoro was really unbothered by the fact of him wearing that red cropped top. And his number one hater? That man Sanji is quick to notice Zoro’s clothes and tease him about it. Your boyfriend insulted Sanji in return and that was another casual and usual banter between them.

“Nice cropped top he got there. I’m thinking that the girlfriend bought it though.” Robin sits beside you and sips on her juice.

“Looks good, right? Thank you for the compliment by the way. You and Robin giggle at that.

Maybe from now on, you’ll make him wear other types of clothes that break the norm. Not just him, but you too will do it. You’re both in this together after all. Just a ’couple thing,’ you guess. A bit cheesy, but when you two do it, it’s actually not that bad.

– eiacez

#zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro fluff #one piece zoro #one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece fluff #one piece #love my 110cm bust sized man #lol

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itsjustonepiece · 2 years ago

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daycare strawhats au!

ASL are not in the same daycare class & it always ends with luffy crying and screaming to go with them

zoro & usopp walk to daycare by themselves but pretend as though someone brought them 💀💀

nami arrives holding hands with bellemere and nojiko—who is in the same class as sabo & ace—though nami handles their departure rlly well

unless she sees luffy’s reaction to sabo and ace leaving

chopper always arrives late 😭😭

sanji & robin practically live at the daycare 🧍🏽

franky starts a show every time he shows up —is irregular with assistance but sometimes stays overnight

brook is a part time worker at the daycare and usually does a lot of music activities with the kids

#usopp #zoro #luffy #nani #sanji #brook #franky #robin #one piece #one piece hc #one piece fic fluff

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acolvyte · 3 years ago

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-Stuck together Part 2-

Katakuri x reader Modern AU

Reader gender : neutral

Note : I liked the first part so I decided to continue this scenario, I hope y'all don't mind ❤️ (and I did a special drawing of the Mochi man for this story, I hope you will like it too !)

Part 1

It's been two days since your encounter with the handsome stranger and your life didn't change that much, you didn't run into him since and you kinda wanted to see him again.

"Oi (Y/N) we're having a meeting with everyone in five minutes"

"Alright I'll be there!"

It seems like daydreaming wasn't in the program for today, your colleague was certainly thinking the same thing about his naps. As much as your company was always working hard your boss was understanding with his employees. Zoro was regularly taking naps but we all know that he's working really hard at home. Another exemple could be Sanji that spend more time flirting with every women in the building than doing his tasks... But in the end you all always stand out and the Desing Straw company had built their names in the mode industry.

"I can't believe Luffy forgot about the meeting HE had plan"

"Yes, and he's the boss here... He's lucky that he have us"

You laugh at your colleagues comments, after all, they were not wrong

"It's okay Nami, give him a break, Ussop is right! As long as he have us working with him and making him stay in line he's a wonderful boss!"

"Isn't it the job of the boss to makes his subordinates stay in line?"

You definitely loved the atmosphere at work, and today it was your turn to work hard! As everyone started making their way home you stayed in your office doing extra work. You were actually so focused in your work that you didn't realize how late it was until you stretched your back and looked at the clock.

"Oh my lord, already 11pm?? I'm gonna miss the last train!"

You packed your things quickly and made your way out of the office, you really didn't want to miss this train or you were going to be condemned to walk for an hour and a half. You called the lift and, of course, it was ascending at the speed of a snail. When it finally arrived, you rushed inside without looking and when the doors closed, you realized.

You weren't alone... There was someone... And it was the awesome stranger!! Why must you run into him always at the worst timing? As you were now overthinking and not knowing if you should say hello or not, the giant man recognized you.

"... It's you again" He even started the conversation, surprising you.

"Oh I'm surprised to see you here... Again, in the lift!"

He stared at you for a second with an intrigued look on his face and then spoke.

"I don't meet anyone at this hour usually, why are you here so late ?"

"Oh I was just doing extra hours... And you?" you could feel that he was trying his best to speak naturally, but you could also feel that it was not his specialty.

"Same here" A silence fall as the lift finally stopped, making you remembered that you were almost too late for your train.

"Actually I wo-"

"I'm sorry!! But I really need to go or I'm gonna miss my train, but it was a pleasure to run into you again!" with that kinda weird sentence you escaped from the lift and ran with all your life to make it in time. But only to see the train closing his doors in front of your face... Defeated you sighed and dragged your feet outside, heading back to the building, not ready to walk for an eternity.

"You're back?"

Oh The giant man was entering in his car when he saw you. He understood immediately what happened, thanks to the expression on your face. You both looked at each other in silence for a long minute, after what you finally decided to spoke.

"I... Miss my train, but it's okay I'm gonna walk a little"

The man seemed to think while looking at his feet. He let his face falls more into his scarf and finally looked resolved after what seemed like to be a long discussion with himself.

"Look I don't want to look like some creep but... I'm gonna be worried if I let you walk home alone at this hour. I know that I don't even know your name but, I don't know, I feel like I should help you."

You felt sincerity in his voice barely tainted with embarrassment, even with his usual stern look.

" Alright, I'll come, thank you" You entered in his car and he sits by your side. Again, he was so close to you, even closer than when you two were stuck in the lift. But strangely, the proximity was not bothering you at all.

"It's (Y/N)."

"That's a weird address"

"No-I mean that's-" He chucked a little.

"I'm joking, mine is Katakuri, it's nice to meet you again."

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fiction #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #katakuri x reader #charlotte katakuri #katakuri x you #katakuri one piece #katakuri

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intothehawkseyes · 3 years ago

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Let me teach some things / N.SFW Dracule Mihawk & Fem!Reader

hi, babies how have you all been? have you had water today? it's good to stay hydrated, maybe you'll need it

this is the part 2 of my "idol girl au", you can find the part one here. you can also find it in my ao3 account

warnings: smut, hanjobs, blowjobs, vaginal fingering

(a/n) dear diary today i taught a virgen how to suck a dick

The second day after what happened in your room, on top of your dressing table, it was as it usually happened in the previous mornings. In your heart of a woman in love – even though you fought hard against that title – there was still a faint flame of hope in receiving something more from your landlord, even if it were a simple “Morning, Idol Girl”, but nothing. He was acting the same, reading his newspaper as he was having his glass of wine. Absolutely not a single word was told by his lips, he didn’t even look at you. And a small nagging pain started in your chest and was spreading through your body reaching to the tips of your fingers, ricocheting until it reached your nose and eyes where you already felt the tears begin to sting.

After he left your room and left you there with your messed up thoughts, he had an appointment hours later and left without making a statement and you awaited his return. You waited until you got tired and went to sleep through the night, which was when he came home. But you only saw him again in the morning.

When the sepulchral silence was broken by the Perona’s arrival, you took a long sip of your coffee, almost burning your tongue in the act.

“Good morning! Why are you guys so melancholic?”, she asked as she sat in the chair right in front of yours.

You just nodded in response and looked at Mihawk’s reaction out of the corner of your eyes, but he remained in the same position, without answering the girl. Perona didn’t care, she was used to the host's morning silence. But not yours.

“Were you crying? What happened? Don’t tell me this tough man hurt you? Did you hurt her?” she asked, looking at him, but he didn’t give back the look.

“No”, he replied simply, for the first time in the day, you heard his voice.

“What’s going on? You guys are acting weird lately…”.

But for your relief, Perona gave up and went to do her own breakfast.

Mihawk got up, folded the newspaper and stuffed it into the magazine rack and went to wash the glass of wine he had used, dried it and put it away. After that, he left, certainly going after Zoro to start training. Still not looking in your direction.

Perona even tried to find out more about the situation, as you were too quiet and didn't even use a pickup line at Mihawk – which was very rare, as you lived to pester your landlord – but you dodged her question only answering that you had burned your tongue and were having trouble thinking of the words you would use to flirt with him. She clearly didn’t believe in a single word, but let it go. Even if she got on your nerves sometimes, you saw her as a friend. When she wasn’t focused on her own problems, she was a good listener.

When twilight came and the sound of sword blades ceased, you felt your heart flutter in anticipation. It was the time when Mihawk and Zoro would enter the house, after a full day of training.

Despite Roronoa being a diligent pupil and unaware of the word limit, Mihawk always limited his thirst for learning. So they had time to start and finish training. Zoro at first complained about these rules, but his sensei assured him that he would learn better if he had hours of rest, even though he knew that Roronoa would still spend part of the night training more. You admired your landlord for that, he was a good teacher and knew how to teach with discipline, respecting all the human rights of his student (except when he threatened to leave Zoro without alcohol, because that meant a direct attack on the poor bastard's feelings).

You were in the kitchen when your train of thought was abruptly cut off when Zoro and Perona passed by you, discussing something trivial, as was their custom. But you didn’t see the moment when Mihawk entered the castle. Would he have stayed outside longer? Anyway, your thoughts were already starting to tangle again and your legs were shaky just like the thought that he might go to your room later again, but you remembered the way he ignored you at breakfast, and all your hopes were gone. You were creating too many expectations for a promise made in the heat of the moment. The swordsman was a good teacher, but was he a good keeper of promises? He was ruled in his way of disciplining, but sexually – or sentimental, did he also have rules or did he simply live in the moment without thinking too much about what might happen in the future? You were unsure if you wanted to know the answer.

“Why are you so deep in thought, Lil Singer?”, his voice reverberated in your ears, sending shivers straight down your spine. You gulped as you tried hard to calm down your heart, which was already starting to race like crazy.

You refused to look at him, you knew that if you turned you would see those eyes gleaming like molten gold, hot as an ember.

"I'm just trying to come up with a good recipe for dinner," and again you used the lie as a ruse to escape the situation, even though you were aware that Dracule Mihawk saw everything in between the lines and nothing went unnoticed by that predatory gaze.

"And here you are lying again, what a bad girl. I've never seen you cooking, will we have you as a cook today? I would love to, since…", he leaned forward, making you feel the heat of his body take you hers, dispelling all the icy chills that his presence caused her, brushed the hair from her neck and pressed her lip to her ear as she finished the sentence: "... I'm really hungry."

By now it was impossible to think straight or hold back the urge to turn around and surrender to him. Everything about this man contributed to draining your sanity and you doubted that you would be able to get rid of the feelings, as they were already very well rooted in the core of your existence.

"You've never seen me cook because there's always someone to cook for me…", you used the last of your voice and strength to give him the petulant answer.

And you felt him almost laugh, but he quickly caught himself and placed his hand beside your waist on the cabinet counter. That same hand that he used to cut your panties with the Kogatana, that he used to squeeze your waist, that he used to squeeze your breasts and… that he used to fuck you hard and make you roll your eyes and moan loudly his name.

"Here's the petulant girl. I didn't think I'd see her again, as she's been downcast all day. What were you afraid of, uh? That I'll just use you and pretend nothing happened?" he asked, a little rhetorically, but you couldn't help but nod at him. "I beg your pardon for that, I just wanted to see how your reaction would be to seeing someone capable of not getting on their knees for you."

Ouch!

Damn asshole. He knew where to hit you. But you didn't have time to give him an answer, as he soon spoke again.

"But it would be impossible to forget, I can still hear you begging for me and I'm still able to taste you like an addictive drug," he kept saying right next to your ear, allowing you to feel his warm breath as the temperature warmed. The environment just went up, leaving you in a state of near combustion. You felt the palm of your hand sweat and the icy wind hitting your wet skin gave you more goosebumps, and in contrast to your landlord's boiling body, the cold and heat only served as ammunition for your thoughts to travel along winding paths, leaving you no way to escape.

You didn't say anything, and you didn't need to, because you soon saw his hand, which was resting on the counter, move towards your waist and go up until it was holding your chin. He glued his body to yours, fitting you deliciously as he made you turn your head to face him and before you could dive into that sea of lava that was his eyes, he kissed you.

The kiss was slow, but the way he tightened his grip on your cheeks you felt like he was holding back. And little by little, everything started to get more urgent. His free arm that rested beside his own body now encircled your waist, bringing you even closer. You were able to feel his erection begin to awaken above your lower back, which made you even more compelled to deepen the kiss and let small gasps against his mouth, not bothering to get caught in that scene.

But before everything got dirty and vulgar, he broke the kiss and pulled away from you abruptly, leaving you exposed to the frigid air that permeated the room. You wanted to complain and beg him to kiss you again, but he didn't seem willing to. However, before he left the kitchen and left you alone behind, he stopped walking and said, without turning to you:

"Leave your bedroom door open tonight."

And then he disappeared from there, probably going to take a long shower, as he used to do after training.

When the castle was completely silent and everyone had retired to their proper rooms after dinner, you walked around waiting for the moment when your landlord entered your room and took you back in his arms. But the hours passed, the ticking of the clock seemed more and more audible, making you completely irritated. Was he kidding you? You didn't want to think like that, but it was hard to keep your thoughts positive after spending the entire day being ignored by him and just having that kiss in the kitchen like a crumb.

At the moment, you had already given up on waiting, and were going in search of the oldest and most shabby pajamas to wear over the almost transparent nightgown you wore to wait for him. In addition, you also considered the idea of doing a clown makeup to match your mood and seizing the opportunity to write the songs for your next album.

You might have been fooled by him, but at least you would have profited from your own misfortune.

But when you found the last piece of pajamas, and were taking off your nightgown, you heard your bedroom door open and Mihawk enter quietly. You looked at him in a stunned way as he just closed the door and leaned against it, crossing his arms, looking intently at you.

“What a great reception, I arrived at the time to see this magnificent show”, he gave a sly smile, and you were only able to capture it by the light of the candles that lit the room better now. “You can continue what you were doing, I want to see you undress completely”, he continued, moistening his lips with the tongue.

You didn't know what you were feeling. Whether it was anger, joy that he came, shame that he caught you in such an embarrassing situation, or simply wanting to scratch his face all over for his brazenness.

“Just now you decided to show up? Do you know how many hours I waited?”, you were too irritated to care about your half naked body. You turned to him and glared at him, while he couldn't hold your gaze as he was too busy languidly scanning you from head to toe.

“Sorry, I had a setback so I couldn't come sooner.”, he took his eyes off your body and turned to lock the door. After that, he approached you, pulled you closer around the waist with his strong arms. “But here I am, Lil Singer. Don’t give me that angry look, I can take it as a challenge. And I never lose.”, he said the last sentence right next to your ear, as his hand moved down until it reached your ass, where he left a hard aching slap, making you shrink in his arms and moan loudly.

“Liar… you did it on purpose”, you only managed to say that, as it was starting to get hard to think straight with him sticking so close to you and smoothing the scorched area he had just slapped.

"Perhaps. You need to know that I'm not a teenager at puberty, and I like to do everything in my own time. And that way you learn to be patient too”, he said naturally, sliding his hand inside your panties and running his fingertips over your cunt, which was already starting to get wet. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him teasing you with his fingers threatening to drive them into you, but soon he pulled them away leaving only the sensation behind. And he did it twice more, until he finally penetrated and you clung to him. His fingers felt good inside you, and you tighten to feel him better. He only moved his fingers after a few seconds, making you moan, awarded him. But he soon took his fingers off you, and brought them up to your eye level to see how much they were glowing with your slick. You tried to keep your legs steady, but it was hard even with him holding you firmly in place.

“Look how you are… it even got my fingers dirty,” he said in mock disapproval. “Now you're going to have to clean up”, he finished speaking and pressed his wet fingers to your mouth, making you open it to welcome them. You did what he wanted, still afraid to taste yourself, but the way he looked at you compelled you to be bold.

First you ran your tongue between his fingers, licking it all over and then closed your lips on his fingers, sucking hard, never leaving his eyes. You sucked and licked his fingers like a lollipop, making his eyes darken and his brows close. You didn't know if he was angry or just too horny for what you had done.

“I wonder who you learned how to do this from,” there was an undertone of jealousy in his calm voice, but you didn't care and you didn't respond. He didn't need to know about the movies you watched or the conversations between your friends you heard about how they sucked the dicks of the guys they went out with. And then he stuck his fingers in your mouth again, this time taking a rougher gesture. You parted your lips as far as you could to keep from choking, but it was almost in vain. Feeling his fingers almost at the back of your throat, you squeezed hard on his arm, digging your nails into his skin for air. However, even if it was uncomfortable, you didn't want him to have pity. So you just closed your eyes and relaxed your throat as he started the in and out movements of the fingers in your mouth.

When he got tired, he removed the digits from your lips and used the same hand to cup your face and pull you up to give you an obscene kiss, and you felt a trail of saliva on your skin where he had brushed it with his fingers.

You kissed him back, even though you couldn't quite keep up with his rhythm. So he soothed for you to find yourself. When you parted, you felt discomfort from the lack of air.

When you had normalized your heart rate and your breathing, he caught your chin and lifted it slightly to face you.

“Since you look good at what you were doing, I want that delicious little mouth of yours here…” and then pointed to the volume in his pants, making you gulp in anticipation.

You were really scared this time. You didn't have any experience, you were just daring because you thought he would give you time to get to this part. Apparently, those were his plans from the start, as you saw him undo his belt with all the calm in the world.

As he undressed, you were torn between admiring his magnificent body and finding a way to escape the embarrassment you were about to experience.

“Could you tell me the reason for that expression, Lil Singer? I thought you knew how to do this. Are you by any chance afraid?”, there was a clear provocation in his voice, which made you even more scared and embarrassed.

“I've never done that…”, you admitted, trying not to break your words, but couldn't contain your shaky tone.

“I know,” he smirked, “you're a virgin from head to toe. But don't worry, I'll be patient with you”, he assured you, stroking your flushed face.

He was completely naked this time, and you tried to look everywhere in your room to not look in his direction. And getting him speaking so kindly to you didn't help at all. You were even surprised to feel more ashamed to be in front of a naked man than to be naked in front of a man. But it wasn't just any man, it was Dracule Mihawk. His name alone made your stomach fill with butterflies, so having him standing there completely naked in front of you was something you never imagined happening.

You were still nervous when he approached you again and hugged you, with your ear pressed to his chest, you could hear his heartbeat a little faster. Did you make him nervous too? Your heart lit up with joy at the thought of this possibility. Without letting go of his arms, you were the one who sought his mouth for another kiss this time, and he accepted. Unlike before, now the kiss was calm, as if he was conveying confidence to you at the same time he was encouraging you. And you decided to act.

Slide your dominant hand down his chest, feeling every strong muscle and working your way down to his groin, where you drew small circles gently against his skin, but you dared not go further to the side. But you didn't have time to take your hand out of there, as soon you felt a very bigger hand resting on yours and taking it to his hard cock. You blushed slightly when you realized you were holding his member, but you were surprised by the texture of that member, which made you squish, eliciting a sigh from him.

“Yes…” he whispered against your lips, and you did it again. He still held your hand and started to lead the movements, starting a masturbation. You rubbed the entire length of his cock in the palm of your hand and reached the wet tip of pre-cum, spreading it all over like a natural lubrication. Since you saw that he liked you to squeeze, you could already imagine him rolling his eyes when you used your mouth to suck him hard. But for now, he was content to guide you, always letting out a few murmurs of praise whenever you did something he liked. And you wanted to please him even more to hear him compliment you.

Then you felt a weight leaving your hand and realized that he had entrusted you with the job, since you were the one getting the hang of it. You continued, but this time you increased the pace, making your hand slide over his cock hard and fast, making him grunt a few against your mouth. When you already felt him more out of control, he grabbed your wrist and made you let go of his dick, making you wonder what you had done wrong.

“Come here,” he said hoarsely. And you followed him.

He sat on your bed and brought you into his lap. You stood on one of his legs, with your right arm holding his shoulder. He looked at you intently as his hand slid down your thigh. You realized it was an area he liked a lot, so involuntarily you spread your legs wider to give him more access, rubbing the bare skin of your leg against his erection, which caused him to squeeze your thigh quite tightly, right next to your crotch.

Before he started teasing you again, you got off his lap and stood in front of him. He looked at you with an arched brow, but you answered his mute question by getting on your knees between his legs. You looked at him and saw his eyes begin to darken.

Armed with courage, you took his cock in both hands and slid them all the way from his groin to the tip, which made his jaw tense. While you still had that courage, you made the most of it to not take your eyes off him during masturbation. You just looked away when you bent down to lick the tip of his cock and feel the taste of him wash over your entire mouth. It was weird, but not bad, so you took him in your mouth and took a weak suck, but enough for him to growl low.

At first you didn't really know how to do it, but you tried to put into practice everything you heard from your friends, however, it was completely different from what you imagined. But you continued anyway, trying to slide your lips all the way down while trying to relax your throat so you don't choke. But it was impossible, his size was not according to your intention. So you couldn't hold back a cough and immediately get it out of your mouth.

He asked you to be calm, but you were fighting for air. Then you saw him get up and stand before you, looking a thousand times more intimidating, however, in contrast to his appearance, he gently lifted your chin and caressed your cheek as he told you you were doing fine. And that kind of calmed you down.

Then he himself held his own penis, stroking lightly in front of your eyes, and brought it to your mouth as soon as you were fully recovered. You took him in again and he stayed still, so you sucked hard on the tip, making him grip your hair with some force.

“If you keep doing this, I won't be able to hold back,” he warned. You didn't want him to hold back, although you knew he would be kind to you, at least for the time being.

As he went deeper and deeper into your mouth, you were already getting used to his length and breadth. But it took a few minutes for him to start moving, for a while all he did was stroke your hair and tug it lightly when you sucked on it with a little more will.

However, once your throat was prepared, he buried himself completely, which made you choke and your eyes filled with tears. You saw that it wasn't on purpose as he quickly withdrew from your mouth and apologized while waiting for you to recover.

“Do it again…”, you asked as soon as you got some voice.

He arched an eyebrow and smirked.

"I was worried about you while you were enjoying choking on my dick. What a dirty little girl you are, huh?", he cupped your face and squeezed a little, then ran his fingers over your right cheek as he said how badly he wanted to slap you there, but that wasn't the time yet. You shuddered at the possibility, but wondered when the time was right for it. Was it when he was fucking you so hard he would need to smack you in the face to not end up hurting you? You didn't know, but you put it on your priority list.

You tried to hold his cock again to suck, but he stopped you.

“I'm going to come, just tell me where I can do it”, he said in an authoritative tone as he masturbated in front of you. You saw the movements of his hands and kept it in the back of your memory to play back later.

“Where do you want?”, you answered him with another question.

He looked at you seriously, his eyes twinkling with malice.

“On those beautiful thighs, next to that delicious little pussy of yours”, his honesty made you blush up to the tips of your ears, but you didn't play around and went straight to lie down on your bed, waiting for him. Involuntarily, you spread your legs a little, but because you were still in your panties, you weren't fully exposed. Although your underwear precariously covered your nudity.

And he came close, still jacking off as you watched that scene in amazement, and saw the moment when his body shuddered – even his toes tensed – and he came close to where he had told you and released the jets of cum on your thigh, splashing white on the fabric of your panties. You felt the hot liquid trickle down between your legs and you were a little uncomfortable. You would need to take another shower.

You watched Mihawk getting dressed and making a move to leave your room without saying goodbye again.

“Aren't you even going to say good night?” you asked angrily.

He stopped midway and returned to where you were. He leaned over and gave you a simple little kiss on the forehead.

“Have sweet dreams”, he said and turned to leave, but before that he glanced at his work that was running down your legs. “I'd even give you a shower if you'd made dinner,” and with that, he finally left your room, not even giving you time to ask for a discount on your rent.

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