#luffy in general just being a soft puppy for both of them

[seventeenlovesthree]

There are more note-worthy lines in between that marvelous display of fashion knowledge, but seriously, I could watch these dorks bickering like this all day.

[veala2]

“ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴋʏ”☆

SYNOPSIS- It was only one night of night watch for you, and that’s all. But a certain swordsman opted against leaving you to yourself, and what was to be a simple night became the start of something more between you and your first mate.

CW - SFW, total fluff and a gn!reader! but, Zoro’s a little OOC in this, so watch out for that.

A/N - it’s been a while since I wrote! I hope everyone enjoys this, because this certainly won’t be the last. (＾▽＾)

You always thought the star’s beauty looked familiar, though you couldn’t quite figure out where.

Doing nightwatch on the Sunny was one of the less daunting tasks to do, and less of the more tiring. Despite having to stay awake all night. It was easier than keeping up with Luffy, Chopper and Usopp’s silly antics. And less freighting than fighting off the marines or turbulent seas. It was simply just staying awake and watching the sky twinkle above.

That’s why, when you saw your first mate come out with dark circles under his eyes and an apparent scowl on his face, you decided to take the reins to let him sleep for some time.

He was very much against the idea. Zoro knew what his position as first mate meant, so the thought of someone else being the sole protector for a night was not appealing. But, once Luffy took note of his friend’s condition, he immediately shooed him to get some rest.

Truth was, you really wanted to give something to Zoro. Your first was always training, fighting and doing everything in his power for his crew and dream. It was respectable, so you wanted to let him rest and take it easy. Even just a for night.

Of course, this didn’t escape the teasing remarks of both Nami and Usopp. As the day went on and night emerged, they went on and on about your ‘puppy crush’ on Zoro.

You simply ignored them, though. Or tried to, at the least. A part of you had a gut feeling… ah, never-mind.

And now here you are. Sprawled on the grass of the sunny’s deck, hands to cradle the back of your head as you lovingly gazed into the night sky. An old friend of humankind.

“You ‘wake?”

A voice came to redirect your attention. A familiar one, at that. Zoro stumbled onto the deck from the door of the boy’s quarters, plopping himself down right beside you with a full barrel of sake on hand. Taking a generous swig while he was at it.

“Wouldn’t really be doing my job if I wasn’t.” You retorted, giving him a playful smirk. He passes the booze over to your hand, but you went against it.

“You shouldn’t be out here doing this… I can take it.” He grumbles. You give a light laugh to defuse the mood.

“I don’t mind. You need the rest. Speaking of which, you should go back to bed.”

The swordsman wanted to report your words, but instead of words a long yawn was drawn from his mouth. A breeze passed through the air, and a chill crawled down your spine. Bringing your hands to rub up and down your arms in a quick motion. You chuckled, looking back up.

“I wasn’t prepared for how cold the night was. Still gotta get the hang of this whole night watch thing.”

A small sneeze escaped from you, sniffling and trying to keep the snot in. You thought how pathetic you must have seemed in front of Zoro. The Roronoa Zoro, who has fought some of the toughest foes, letting his crewmate do the job he could be doing.

But… that’s not what he was thinking.

He was actually thinking about how great sleeping would be right now. And also your health and comfort.

“Tch, well that was a dumb move. Here…”

Before you could retort, he pulled the coat from off his back and placed it over yours. Despite the warmth the cloth was giving, your cheeks felt even more warmer. Along with that fuzzy feeling in your chest. Rising as time went on.

“Ah… thanks, Zoro.” You mumbled, turning away to hide the embarrassment on your face.

Something soft landed on your lap before you even knew it. Looking down, a wave of panic and abashment came over.

It was sweet, to be honest. The fact that Zoro was so tired and yet had enough energy to keep you company and warm through the night. So, a part of you had a teeny, tiny thought that he would give in and hit the hay beside you. Having you drag his ass back to bed. Well, it turns out he did decide to stick with you.

On your lap.

“Wake me up if anything happens…” He said, before passing out and finally sleeping.

Those conflicting angel- devils that sat on your shoulder kept telling you to push him off and bring him to an actual bed. And the other pleaded to let him say. The look on the sleeping swordsman’s face made you melt. His eyelashes were long and thick, lips slightly parted as he gently snored. Zoro looked so calm… something so rarely seen.

Your fingers gently raked through his moss hair, remarking on how unexpectedly soft it was. That’s when it hit you, almost straight in the face.

His face of peace shined like the stars did. It was rare, but just as mesmerizing.

With a small chuckle, you bring your head down to plant a gentle kiss onto his forehead. The sleeping swordsman twitched in his sleep, but showed a small smirk on his face. Making you jokingly scoff.

Well, maybe Nami and Usopp were right…

“What am I gonna do with you…”

[dragonprincess18]

Courtship of a Dragon: Supernova Alliance Arc (2)

Another entry of ‘canon’ smut for The Dragon That Will Pierce The Heavens, featuring Law’s first time with our trio!

Law had spent far too many nights imagining what this moment could be like, and not daring to entertain the thought that such a thing would ever come to pass.

Yet here he was, pressing languid kisses against Hikari’s panting mouth with fingers curling in Luffy’s hair as the Paramecia worked both hands under the folds of his sweater to feel skin, and this was already better than anything he had ever thought of.

“Zoro-ya…” Law voiced, yellow-gold eyes flicking to see the swordsman shift closer, pupils blown until only a silver ring remained. “We’re all wearing a few too many clothes, don’t you think?”

Catching on fast, Zoro started kicking off his own pants while grabbing Luffy’s shirt by the collar, the rubber boy squirming in annoyance as the removal momentarily distracted him from touching Law.

Clever fingers found the hem of white fabric, Law taking his time to push the shirt up, revealing tanned skin, the soft fabric of little cotton panties, the dip of a belly button, the gentle swells of heaving breasts...

Hikari squeaked when he dipped down to lick at a nipple, teeth scraping just so, and she arched into the feeling with a whimper, legs clamping tight.

“Luffy-ya, I think Hikari-ya is feeling rather lonely…”

Faster than the snap of a rubber-band, the younger captain was sucking on the sensitive underside of a breast, giggling when Hikari jolted and nearly bucked him off.

Using the distraction to his benefit, Law removed the final barrier of her shirt and tossed it aside, appreciating the flex of muscles under rubber skin as Luffy enthusiastically lavished attention on a writhing Hikari’s cleavage.

“Oi…”

A calloused hand tugged on the folds of his sweater, a hot mouth right under the jaw, and Law was distracted from the sight as Zoro popped the button on his jeans open.

“Still too many clothes…”

Compared to them, he found that to be true, curling a hand over the swordsman’s half-mast cock and smirking at how the younger shuddered, fingers tightening.

“Hm, you’re probably right…”

One-handed, the older swordsman pulled his sweater and the shirt underneath over his head, breaking contact for only a moment to toss both aside.

Zoro was all strength and scars, muscles standing in beautiful relief against tanned skin as he twitched into the contact, teeth finding the heart-tattoo inked into Law’s shoulder to ground himself as both hands started wandering over the designs on his chest.

In comparison, Luffy was deceptively lithe, his scars generally smaller and more faded, ass perking in the air like an excited puppy at how Hikari tried to wriggle away from his tongue and mischievous hands, honey-dark eyes a touch teary.

Law’s pants were proving uncomfortable by this point, too tight around his arousal, and Zoro was kind enough to impatiently shove the material of his underwear down with it to reciprocate the touch being given to him.

Hitching into the pressure, he let out a low hiss, tingling at the little keen that escaped Hikari as she watched them, hazy while Luffy suctioned a mark behind her ear.

The younger Paramecia hummed in confusion at a deft touch to his hand, glancing up as Law guided him down under the damp cloth of her panties, Zoro groaning at the high whine Hikari released, a pretty pink blush spreading down her neck while she turned away with a gasp, hips canting sharply into their touch.

“Don’t be shy…” Law murmured, leaving Luffy to shove away that last barrier and wiggle down to lap at her clit while he tipped Hikari’s face back towards him, entranced by the way she shuddered and rolled into the pleasure with stuttered little breaths. “Such a good girl...”

Luffy let out a muffled hum of delight at how her thighs clamped tight, slick flavor bursting across his tongue, and the way Zoro went quiet and watchful made Law’s blood sing.

“So pretty…” He purred, delighted at how she started to squirm, blush expanding towards spit-slick nipples, until she hid behind crossed arms, and Law paused at the muffled words that tried to come through. “Hikari-ya?”

Reluctantly, her arms lowered just enough to reveal watery eyes.

“You don’t...You don’t have to lie…”

A heartbeat of stillness, and Law gently took her face in both hands, meeting those honey-dark eyes squarely.

“I would never lie to you.” He promised, peripherally surprised at how true that statement was.

Because the way Hikari was looking at him, unsure but so hopeful, made Law want to both protect her and rip apart every last idiot that put such stupid ideas in her head in the first place.

“And if it takes all night, I’m going to make you believe every last word.”

Hikari yelped at her hands suddenly being pinned to the pillows, momentarily soothed by a quick kiss before Law sat back.

"Luffy-ya, if you could make sure Kari-ya doesn’t try to hide from us…”

Perking up like a puppy, the rubber-Paramecia wiggled around to pull a startled Hikari onto his lap, taking over Law’s grip on her hands to thread their fingers together with a squeeze and popping a kiss to her nose.

Even naked, the scene was adorably intimate, and Law’s heart did a little flip.

“Silly Kari…” Luffy murmured into the curve of her cheek, as if a moment of separation was too long. "You're the best girlfriend in the whole world…"

“How could you not know that?” Zoro grumbled, the pinkette yelping when her legs were pushed open so the swordsman could settle between them. “No one gets to say you’re not pretty or good enough, especially not you.”

If Law had thought she was a glowing shade of red before, Hikari beat his expectations in that moment, a beautiful bright rose down past abused nipples and the curve of heaving breasts.

The younger swordsman hummed, fingers curling around the meat of her hip while the other hand dipped in-between, something sharp and pleased in the curve of his mouth when she jolted.

“Just like that…” Law soothed, settling beside them and gently tipping the pinkette’s face up as she gasped, core muscles flexing against Zoro’s grip when a finger slid down damp folds. “Such a pretty expression...Does it feel good?”

“Y-Yeah…” She breathed, blinking dazedly when his fingertips drifted, passing over the curve of a cheek and the gentle give of her bottom lip.

“You’re beautiful every moment of the day, but right now…” The older captain murmured, close enough to feel the hitch in her breath when Zoro’s fingers made their way inside. “You look gorgeous, Kari-ya. So soft, your eyes the prettiest gold color…”

Luffy giggled, neck stretching to pop a kiss to her nose and earning a startled, shy little sound in return.

“The cutest little button nose.” Law agreed, pressing a softer kiss to her forehead. “So small, but so strong…”

Hikari shuddered, lurching in place on a hitching little cry as a third finger stretched her open, then a fourth, and Law’s hands could hardly resist sliding down, gently tweaking those nipples that were so temptingly presented.

“So sensitive…”

Hikari whined, overwhelmed by the marks Luffy was sucking along her neck and the way Law was rolling her nipples and the stretch of Zoro’s fingers inside her, tears glittering on her lashes.

“L-Law, I…”

“Don’t worry, Kari-ya.” He assured, palms smoothing down her sides to feel every soft curve. “We’ll take care of you. You’ll be a good girl and let us, won’t you?”

A whimper tumbled free as she nodded quickly, Zoro hissing softly at how those velvety walls clamped down on his hand, and Law’s cock twitched with interest.

How was he expected to resist licking up that sound from her lips?

Holding Hikari down when Luffy’s own fingers slid in with an indecent squelch and a stuttered little moan, the older Paramecia pulled back to watch in fascination as six, seven, eight fingers stretched her open.

Luffy shifted, eyes sparkling with glee, and goosebumps erupted as Zoro lifted her hips to line up with the rubber cock underneath.

Hikari keened, rocking down into the pressure, and Law hummed at the glint of fangs as she turned to clamp onto Luffy's neck in a move that was much more intimate and overwhelmed than aggressive.

The rubber captain hardly seemed to notice, sighing happily as he rocked in that last inch, and Law was about to praise her for being so good, how well she was taking him-

Then Zoro raised himself up, cock at attention, and he had to swallow a groan at how Hikari twisted, thighs flexing to pull the swordsman in with a hiccuped little sob.

"So good for us, princess." Law cooed, petting her flank as the dragon quivered in place with a whine. "You can take them, can’t you?”

She nodded jerkily, Luffy moaning at the gentle pull of her fangs on his rubbery flesh, and Law could not resist licking the sound from his fellow captain’s mouth.

Both gasped at the first press forward, Luffy rocking into the friction as Zoro slid alongside him, and Hikari mewled when Law held her still to feel every extra inch.

“Exquisite…” He breathed, fingers tangling in messy pink curls, and Zoro groaned at the tweak of his nipple by a deft hand, hips jerking as he bottomed out. “How could you not realize how absolutely breathtaking you are?”

Hikari was practically glowing, bright red and shy, as Luffy wrapped his arms around and thus made the pinkette hug herself.

“So good…” The younger Paramecia hummed, hips rolling, and Zoro spat out a curse, pinning Hikari down when she bore down on them in response, whimpering.

“No need to hold back, Zoro-ya.” Law purred, tasting the salty skin of said swordsman’s neck. “You want Kari-ya to feel good, don’t you?”

With a growl, Zoro thrust forward and punched a moan out of the pinkette as Luffy gasped, lurching forward at the jolt of pleasure.

“Just like that.” Law praised breathlessly, curling a hand over Luffy’s nape to better suck a mark under his jaw.

Hikari whimpered at the stuttered thrust this created, Zoro’s teeth closing on a nipple as he pulled out in time, pushing in when Luffy began to retreat.

Oh, but Hikari was so wet, squelching at every movement, and Law could hardly be expected to resist the urge to dip down and lick at where all three were joined, groaning at the salty musk and sweet nectar now coating his tongue as all three jolted.

“Don’t stop.”

The throaty rasp of his voice seemed to light a fire in Luffy and Zoro, Hikari hiccupping out little cries as their pace picked up threefold, blunt nails cutting into soft curves and claws tearing at the sheets while Law licked and sucked between their legs, facial hair scraping deliciously against the sensitive skin and spurring them on.

All of it was too much, not enough, perfect-

And Law groaned as his lovers came, like a string of dominos falling, lapping up their combined cum like a cat would a bowl of cream as all three shuddered through the aftershocks.

"Delicious."

Hikari keened at a delicate flick of his tongue over her clit as Luffy and Zoro pulled free, teary-eyed and pleasure-dazed, and Law's heart melted at how the swordsman kissed that sound away, far gentler than one would expect.

"Come here, princess."

Grumbling at the nickname, the pinkette allowed herself to be lifted onto a clean section of the bed, blinking slowly when Law tipped her head for a kiss, settling along her back with a sigh.

A little gasp was caught between them as his aching cock slid along wet folds, inked fingers curling tight over her jaw to better explore.

"That's it…" He murmured, yellow-gold eyes flicking up to see Zoro had flopped onto the bed like a lazing tiger, Luffy sprawled across his chest and watching with idle contentment. "You can take more, can't you?"

Hikari shivered in his grasp, hips canting back with a little mewl at how his tip grazed where she was still loose and dripping.

"Such a good girl…" Law groaned, the velvety grip of her walls tightening as he pushed in, wetness seeping out to coat his balls and thighs with sticky semen.

Fully sheathed, he took a moment to savor the feeling, a smirk forming when Hikari began to squirm.

Dragging out slowly, he could practically feel every oversensitive nerve sing, one hand coming around to tweak at a pebbled nipple while the other went to rub light little circles on the delicate skin just inside her thigh.

Whining breathlessly, Hikari tried to rock her hips back, twisting with a futile little trill when held still.

"Don't worry, princess." Law murmured, thrusting forward at that same torturous speed. "I'll take care of you."

Hikari whimpered and mewled and cried, wiggling closer, so adorable in her attempts to encourage him to go faster, harder, growing more and more desperate as Law stimulated every nerve with each long drag.

Angling up to hit that spot inside just right, Law paused at the sharp trill and purr that answered, a rush of heat coursing through him.

The next thrust nearly sent her tumbling across the bed, and the next, until he rolled to pin the squirming dragon face-down into the pillows, pistoning his hips hard to punch out more trills and cries, inked fingers curling tight over lush hips to pull her back into each forward drive.

Molding to the arch of her back, Law latched onto an erratic pulse and growled at how she went pliant underneath him, thrusting hard enough to pop a little yelp free.

Everything was devolving into heat and teeth and tongue, a push and pull, racing towards a peak higher than Law had ever toppled over before-

Climax came like a wave, crashing through them with all the force of an Aqua Laguna, and by the time Law could blink the starbursts out of his eyes, Hikari was a purring puddle, turning to nuzzle against him with a little chirp that made his heart squeeze.

“Damn it, Kari-ya…” He muttered, hiding a blush in her messy curls. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

A chuckle, and Zoro was massaging a hand up that tattooed back, dipping down to press a kiss against Hikari’s cheek.

Blinking languidly at being rolled onto his back, he looked up to find Luffy grinning as he straddled the older captain’s waist, cock already half-mast.

“We’re not done, right Torao?”

Law felt his own pupils dilate at how the rubber-man leaned back, wetting his fingers with the release still slicking his own length to prod at his hole with a moan.

“I wanna play some more…”

Grabbing onto lithe hips, rubber flesh giving just so under his hands, Law pressed a cum-slicked finger inside that tight heat and earned a low groan, peripherally aware of Zoro curling around Hikari just to the side, massaging the weight of her breasts with both hands while watching them with heavy-lidded eyes.

They were going to need a bath after this, and Law was actually looking forward to it.

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Hello moosh my good sir!! Could I ask for the queen herself boa hancock and letters E,K,N 💅 thanks in advance 💖 happy valentines

Hello there! I hope you like this one!

E   :   EMBRACE.   Does your s/o like hugs? what are their hugs like?

When on the island affection from her in general is more rare than you might think, she is a very busy woman after all with an entire island with a reputation to keep up and all. But in privacy Hancock  is all about affection both giving and receiving, you're one of the most precious beings to her besides her sisters and Luffy. Her hugs are very warm and comforting, in her arms you feel safe and protected as her fingers softly comb through your hair and she softly hums. Also she's still insecure about touches to her back so when she does give them always make sure your arms are wrapped around her waist, hips, or anywhere that isn't where the celestial dragon's hoof is. 

Hancock makes sure to pour every ounce of love she can in every single time she embraces you so that you know without a doubt that she loves you. Her arms will be around your shoulders and she'll bury your face into her chest as her fingers play in your hair as she sings you every single praise she can possibly think of to let you know how perfect she thinks you are. 

K   :   KISS.  Is your s/o a good kisser? why / why not?

She isn't experienced so definitely give her time but she'll be absolutely determined to learn how to be better for you in hopes that one day she can take your breath away just as you've done to her. 

Suggestive letter under cut!

N   :   NAUGHTY.   What is your s/o like in bed?

For her to even consider going to be intimate with you means that she trusts you absolutely with her life. So this is definitely a big step forward in your relationship, given her and her sister's pasts. 

She has a preference of being soft and gentle in bed and spending countless hours making love to you, but if you really want she can easily flip a switch on and turn her cold hearted puppy kicking empress persona up to the max and absolutely dominate you in bed and make it trouble to even stand for the next few days. 

If you like what you read please consider reblogging! It means the world for writers and artists!

[monstas1ut2]

One Piece x POC!Reader!

~Warnings~

•Mentions of intercourse.

•Sanji....

•Slang?

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“How The Strawhat Trio Act When They Have Feelings For you”

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-Luffy

-Luffy isn’t as dense as most people think, yes he may have a childish attitude but let’s think, during dying situations when it comes to his dearest friends, he’s not so dense is he?

-So, in terms of him meeting you... the first thing on his mind would be for you to join his crew... he might’ve seen you fight with your odd devil fruit power and he took interest. Now that’s just his way of becoming your friend, as well as you selling your soul to the danger ahead because we all know how Luffy is.

-Once you’re actually in his crew, he’d start to bother you more than others. That obviously took a load off of everyone else’s shoulders so they didn’t pity you. Luffy would stay around you like a puppy dog and would actually ask to sleep with you which caught you off guard.

-Luffy ended up blatantly saying what he loved about you to Sanji and that resulted in him being roundhouse kicked of the boat, in which you had to pull him out of the water. And you being you, scolding Sanji was what you ended up doing and Luffy oddly had a blank look on his face the entire time.

-Let’s just say... Luffy doesn’t ever feel embarrassed or flustered for whatever he says... so when he commented on your soft touching hair, your darker skin, and your plump lips.. he meant it.. Luffy never says something he doesn’t mean.

-If you say something other than what he meant, he might furrow his eyebrows and will say you’re pretty. He would even jump onto you, wrap his arms around you a million times and press his rough lips on yours. He would obviously taste like whatever he ate some minutes ago...

“(Y/n), (y/n)...(y/n)...”

“Whatchu want Luffy...?”

“Can we go outside?”

-He’s a complete sucker for golden hour...

-Zoro

-So we all know Zoro doesn’t necessarily care for the looks of women... nor care for them in general.. but he’s not going to let one die in front of his eyes, definitely not.. just saying that he may be more focused on himself and his goal.. as well as sleeping and drinking.

-Meeting you may be a bit odd, considering you take shit from nobody. He may be a bit surprised at how rough you act at times, then how chill you are at other times. He actually ends up thinking both sides are hilarious and he catches himself cracking a smirk at your odd comebacks.

-Zoro will ask for you to battle him if you’re a swordswoman, no questions asked. Yes, Sanji will be in the back telling him not to hurt you... though hearing you say something sassy.. of the lines ‘ion care..’ oh he’s on it... he’s intrigued... he felt his heart burst just a tad.

-If you manage to get one cut on him... he’s definitely more interested than he led on. If he does the same with you and manages to get a cut on you... he will hate to claim that you may be on the same level as him... though hat just means... cool joined attacks that would make Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp have those shiny eyes.

-Zoro will end up liking you, though it would take long.. and he most definitely will confess when drunk off his ass. He won’t even feel bad about it later, if you’re talking to him about it.. all he could think about is how fierce you look when you’re fighting.. how your long eyelashes are.. how your dark skin glows in the sun, how sassy you are...

“Why the hell are you so damn noisy woman!?”

“Shut the fuck up befo I cut ya damn grass that’s growin on ya head..”

-Sanji

-Okay... here we go... The blonde is always the same... it’s not going to change unless he really and truly see you riding and dying for him. His constant flirting with other women is his thing.

-Meeting you is a bit of an annoyance since the pick up lines rolled of his tongue first sight. It annoyed you, yeah because he was too fine for that... but what he did not expect was your flirtatious words back. You could say it caught him off guard for a second before gaining his composure.

-Your Beauty in his eyes equaled to a goddess and all pretty women are goddesses in his eyes.. but you seemed to pass the mark and made him rethink his meeting with you. He was actually cooking while doing so and failed to realize that you were right next to him. He didn’t mind the women in the kitchen so all he did was give you a smile with that cigarette in his mouth.

-Sanji one day passed by you and grabbed at your hips in the process and when he felt how squishy they were... He felt himself get a nosebleed.. When he woke up he realized he was in your room and he seen your pretty lips curve into a small smile at him.

-let’s just say that little moment you had with each other escalated sexually and it ended up with Sanji rethinking his choices. Not with you... but with him trying to understand what he felt. I feel like it would take Sanji awhile to actually be in a committed relationship with you. Though it would be lots of intimate moments with him in between..

“Sanji... get yo hands off my ass... I’m tired...”

“I’d do that my love, though it looks very-..”

“Sanji...”

[fifteenstrawberries]

You have one piece fic I know you have one piece fic please post a one piece fic :D

I still don’t know why you like this one so much?

For those of you who are not my twin sister and beta reader, this is a scene from a One Piece/Castle crossover I wrote a couple years ago, basically imagining how the Water 7 arc from One Piece would happen if it was set in the Castle universe. 

Castle is a police procedural show where a wealthy and eccentric author and a hard-nosed by the book detective team up to solve murders. One Piece is crazy anime pirates getting into crazy shenanigans in a crazy world.

If you’d like to see something else, check out this post for the full list.

And without further ado, here’s the fic!

“Are you sure we shouldn’t be going after this guy without more backup? I mean, he is a pirate.”

“He’s not a pirate, Castle. He just has a pirate flag on his boat. Plenty of people do that without actually being pirates.”

“But what if that’s just what he wants you to think? Maybe he’s just waiting for us to get up there and as soon as we do, the rest of his pirate crew will come swinging over from the next building with cutlasses between their teeth— maybe we could hire some ninjas instead–”

“Castle, are you going to take this seriously?”

“I am taking this seriously!” Award winning author Richard Castle pouted at his partner, Detective Kate Beckett, as the two of them climbed the stairs to the hotel roof, “You’re the one who’s dismissing the very real possibility of a pirate attack.”

Detective Kate Beckett of the NYPD paused on the landing, sighing and rubbing at the tension headache that inevitably formed whenever Castle got stuck on one of his ridiculous theories. “Castle. For the last time. We are here to question suspects in the attempted murder of Thomaso Ghiaccio. Not to accuse them of piracy. That’s the coast guard’s jurisdiction, not ours.” She continued climbing, “I’m still not sure why we’re on this instead of Major Crimes.”

“The chief probably just wanted his best detective on it.”

“That’s what he told me, but I’m homicide. I don’t usually get cases where the victim is still breathing.” She grimaced, remembering their trip to hospital to get witness statements from Ghiaccio’s teary secretary and the rest of his shaken employees. She’d seen the doctor’s report. The guy was lucky to be alive.

“It makes a nice change. To be able to stop a killer before they’ve actually killed someone instead of hunting them down after the fact.” Castle offered.

“It does,” Beckett admitted, “But still, this case! A prominent Italian engineer gets gunned down in his apartment without any sign of a break in. His employees are split between accusing a rival ship-building company or their most recent disgruntled customers, and are ready to lynch both of them, just in case. The rival company apparently has mafia ties, the customers sailed into town a week ago flying a pirate flag—they’re not really pirates, Castle, don’t even start. It sounds like something you would write, honestly…” She stopped dead, looking at the man beside her—the wealthy, well-connected, best-selling author, who had installed himself in her precinct and her life in search of ‘inspiration’ without so much as a by-your-leave—with growing disbelief. “Castle. You didn’t.”

Castle at least had the grace to look guilty. “You said so yourself, it’s a really interesting case.”

“Castle. Tell me you did not use your influence with the chief to land us this case because you wanted to investigate pirates.”

“…”

“Castle?”

“Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.”

“… I hope your pirates make you walk the plank.”

“Hey—! Wait, do you think Alexis would avenge me? She takes fencing. And she’ll probably bully you into helping her track them down… I can see it now. ’Allo, my name is Alexis Castle, you killed my father, prepare to die. No Alexis, don’t give in to the dark side—!”

“Focus, Castle.” Beckett instructed, rounding the corner of the final flight of stairs. “The roof’s just ahead.”

“Sorry,” Castle dropped his arms, running a little to catch up with Beckett, “You really think they’ll be on the roof? And if they’re not, ooh! Could we start a man-hunt? Because the only thing that would make this case better than it already is would be a city-wide manhunt for the attacker.”

“The manager saw one of them headed up these stairs.” Beckett said, deciding to ignore the bit about a city-wide manhunt for the sake of her sanity, “It’s as good a bet as any. Though why the alarms wouldn’t sound—ah,” She frowned at the wires hanging loose in front of the door, yanked out of the roof alarm, “They’re lucky we’re not building inspectors.”

“Thank God. Can you imagine trying to write a book about building code violations instead of murders? ” Castle said, and opened the door.

The first thing Castle noticed about the teenager leaning against the air-conditioning unit opposite the door was his hair. How did he even get it that color? It was a bright, almost glow-in-the-dark green. Combined with three piercings in one ear, cargo pants, ratty white wife-beater, and sullen glower, he looked like every boy he’d ever warned Alexis about, distilled into the archetypical punk.

The first thing Beckett noticed about the teenager was the unsheathed katana in his left hand.

Her hand dropped to her holster, drawing her gun and clicking off the safety in one move, “NYPD, drop your weapon.”

The teen glanced at her, his gaze dropping to the badge on her belt before he grunted in acknowledgement. “Yes. Choto, I am almost done.”

Beckett stiffened, about to demand that he put away his sword now, not when it suited him, but the teen had swiped a piece of thin paper along the edge of the blade and sheathed it before she could do more than open her mouth. He shifted onto his knees slowly and placed the sword on his far right, just out of easy reach. Then he leaned back again, slouching against the air conditioning unit, and raised an eyebrow as if to say, happy?

Castle was impressed. He wasn’t sure if it was teenage insolence or straight up arrogance, but either way, it took major guts to bait Beckett when she had her game face on.

Beckett twitched, eyes narrowed, looking like she still had half a mind to arrest him on general principles. But she holstered her gun, the only concession to still-twitching nerves the hand she rested on the grip. “We’re looking for Lufisacio D. Monkey.” She said, “Do you know where he is?”

That earned them a sharp look that even pulling a weapon on him hadn’t gotten. But his gaze shifted somewhere behind them, to the billboard toward the front of the building, and he yelled, “Oi, Luffy!”

“Hã?” Another boy’s voice called out, somewhere above them.

“Satsu-yo.”

“Satsuyo?” Beckett asked under her breath, not really expecting an answer as she looked for the owner of the second voice.

“Japanese slang for the police,” Castle replied, just as soft. He was still watching the green-haired teen, eyes alight, “You know, I think this guy might actually be yakuza! Well, no maybe not, no tattoos and he still has all his fingers. On a more important note; why didn’t you tell me that our prime suspect’s name was Lufisacio?”

“Because I knew that you wouldn’t shut up about it if you knew and it was a long drive.” Beckett muttered, then called louder, “Sir, would you mind coming out please?”

Gravel exploded beside them. Another teenager—shorter than the first, wearing a red basketball jersey and cut-off jeans– landed in a crouch. He straightened, placing the straw hat hanging around his neck back on to wiry black hair.

Beckett noted bandaged limbs and wondered where he had gotten the scar beneath his left eye.

Castle noted the sixteen foot difference between the top of the billboard and the roof, and wondered if the young man made a habit of jumping from high places.

Lufisacio D. Monkey glanced between the two of them, “Zoro said you are a polícia?”

“Yes,” Beckett said, “I’m Detective Kate Beckett, this is my partner Richard Castle.”

The teen, somewhat surprisingly, brightened, “Richard Castelo? O autor?”

“If, by that you mean the famous, best-selling author that has been translated into dozens of languages around the world, then yes, that’s me.” Castle smirked a bit, holding out a hand.

“Que barato!” The teen grinned widely, seizing Castle’s hand and shaking it enthusiastically before turning back to his friend. “Zoro, mee-te!”

“Ah, ah, wakkatte.” The green-haired teen waved lazily, then linked both hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

Unperturbed by the lack of enthusiasm, he turned back to face Castle and Beckett with the same wide grin, “Nami and Robin read your stories all the time to us. They are very good!”

“Glad you enjoyed them,” Castle was matching him grin for grin by this point, “It’s always good to meet a fan.”

“You will sign our books?”

“Sure!”

“Unfortunately,” Beckett broke in, “I’m afraid neither of you will have time for that.” She was immune to Castle’s reaction at this point, but she wasn’t quite prepared when they both turned puppy eyes on her. She had to steel herself before continuing, “We just have a few questions for you, Mr. Monkey—”

“Vovô?” The teen interrupted, looking around in alarm.

His friend snorted, mumbling something that sounded vaguely like, “aho, teme-ga.”

Whatever it was, Luffy relaxed, turning back to them with a grin, “My name is Luffy. Mr. Monkey is my vovô, my grandpa. Entendes?”

“Luffy is a lot better than Lufisacio.” Castle said, with a sympathetic smile at the awful name.

“Sim.” Luffy made a face, and glanced at Beckett, “Detetive, you have questions?”

“Yes.” Beckett said, pulling up a picture on her phone. “Do you recognize this man?”

“Avô Tom. Yes, I know him.” Luffy nodded. “He looked at our ship when we brought it for repairs.”

The president of the entire company personally evaluates a ship for damages? There’s got to be something up with that. Beckett nodded, making a mental note, “And were you satisfied with his work?”

Something in Luffy’s face shut down. Aha, Beckett thought. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Castle lean forward.

“Sim … talvez.” Luffy stared down at his feet, “Não.”

“English please, Luffy.” Beckett said, a touch impatiently.

“He said Allons-y Allégrement could no longer sail.”

“Is that your ship?” Luffy nodded, “Did you have an argument?”

“Sim,” he shrugged, “I wanted Avô to fix her. We brought lots of dollars to show we could afford the repairs, but he said it did not matter how much money we had, it was impossible.”

“Why was that?”

“Allons-y Allégrement is a wood ship. Her quilha, her keel … he said it was broken.”

“Did you believe him?”

To Beckett’s surprise, that question made him rally, He lifted his head, looking her in the eye. “I do not know how to fix ships,” He told her, “Meu tripulação does not know how to fix ships. If Avô Tom and his friends say she cannot go on, I must trust him.”

Which was not a ‘yes.’ Definitely something to look into.

“Still,” Castle interjected, “That must have been pretty difficult, just giving up on your ship like that. We saw pictures of her; she looks like she’s been through a lot.”

“Eh,” Luffy shrugged again, uncomfortable, “We need to keep moving. We need to buy a new ship. I wish it was not necessary, but it is what we must do.”

“Speaking of moving,” Castle said, “According to our records, you’re docked down at Liberty Landing Marina.” At Luffy’s nod, he continued, managing to sound only curious about a detail he was convinced would crack the case. “I can understand wanting to see the Big Apple, but what are you doing all the way in Brooklyn?”

“Cheap hotels.”

… Damn. Luffy can’t lie at all, can he? Beckett thought. If he was closed off before, he was positively stony now, and the contrast between that and the cheerfulness he had greeted them with made his reluctance to answer painfully obvious.

Hiding or not, Castle’s pet theory was going to have to wait. It was time to get down to business. “When was the last time you saw Mr. Ghiaccio?” Beckett asked.

“Yesterday.” Luffy glanced at her curiously. “Why? Is he lost?”

“Mr. Ghiaccio was shot last night in his home.”

“… Heh?” Luffy was staring, eyes wide and shocked, “Avô Tom was … fala serio!”

“He was shot twice in the front and three times in the back.” Beckett had to squash an instinctual rush of sympathy at Luffy’s expression, bearing on brutally. “He’s still alive. But only barely.”

“Não.” Luffy shook his head in denial.

Beckett and Castle shared a glance. Neither of them had understood all of what Luffy had said, but Beckett had broken the news of a loved one’s death to enough families that she could guess.

Which begged the question. Luffy was a suspect. The only possible suspect, according to Ghiaccio’s main foreman and quite a few employees.

Why was he acting like a victim?

“Quem—” Luffy began, stopped himself, and began again in English. “Who would shoot him? Why? He is a nice man, todos o amam. Who would shoot him?”

Beckett raised an eyebrow, letting her silence speak for itself.

When the silence crossed the line from ‘telling’ to ‘awkward’ and Luffy looked no closer to getting the message, Castle coughed slightly. “We were hoping you could tell us.” He said delicately.

Luffy gave him an exasperated look. “How can I know? We only come to town a week ago!” He crossed his arms with a considering frown, “Castelo tells good stories, but maybe he is not so good with real life mysteries?”

Beckett had to bite her lip to keep from laughing as Castle swelled indignantly. “I am too!” He all but squawked, and abandoned all notion of subtlety. “Why do you think we’re here talking to you? You’re the suspect!”

“Hãããããã?!?!?!?!” Luffy’s jaw dropped and eyes bugged as he gaped at them.

It would have been funny if they weren’t accusing him of attempted murder.

Any humor she felt at the situation evaporated. “Luffy,” She said, catching his attention, “Where were you between nine and eleven pm last night?”

“By a marina. Maybe in the park? Then walking to the hotel.”

“Is there anyone who could verify that?” Beckett asked, opening her notebook to write down names.

“Sim. My friends. We had lost one, but …” Luffy trailed off, looking positively grim before he shook himself and finished answering, “Todos de meu— all of my friends were there but her.”

Castle stayed quiet as Beckett asked the questions needed to complete Luffy’s alibi, considering the dark look that had crossed the boy’s face. It actually took some real effort for him to snap out of that, Castle thought, intrigued.

What are you hiding, Mr. Lufisacio D. Monkey?

Beckett was looking rather grim herself, though she hid it well under a layer of cool professionalism. “Would you mind coming down to the station while we check out a few things?” She asked.

“À delagacia?” Luffy blinked.

“Is he arrested?”

Castle started, glancing over at where the green-haired teen was no longer asleep.

The teen glowered suspiciously at them, “Is Luffy arrested or no?” He demanded.

“We just want to verify a couple parts of his alibi.” Beckett said smoothly, “He’s not under arrest.”

Yet, hung unspoken in the air. The teen’s eyes narrowed, trying to stare Beckett down.

Castle was rather glad that he wasn’t on the receiving end of that glare. From either of them. The green-haired teen was brimming with suspicion and hostility, and looked frankly dangerous despite his young age, while Beckett watched him with all the calm assurance of a senior detective of the NYPD, hand on the grip of her gun as if daring him to try something…. Darn it, why is there never popcorn when you need any?

“Dai jo bu, Zoro,” Luffy said easily, cutting through the tension in the air. The teenager broke off his staring contest with Beckett to give Luffy a worried scowl, “Even if I am arrested, está bom. We did not think to look in prison.”

“That woman would never allow herself to be caught unless she meant to be.” Zoro shot back.

Luffy shrugged, “Sim. But maybe a polícia know what we do not? Either way, I will go.”

Zoro scowled deeper for a moment, before sighing, “Shi, capitao.”

Luffy nodded, satisfied, then seemed to think of something and turned to Beckett in alarm, “Do you think Zoro is a killer too? His a-lee-by is to be with me, and if I must come with you—”

“Your friend isn’t under any suspicion.” Beckett assured him. Giving Zoro a look askance, she added “But if he wants to come with you, that would be fine.”

“Hmmmm.” Luffy crossed his arms, considering. He made a decision, going to crouch down beside his friend. “Zoro. You want to come?”

“… No.” Zoro rubbed his face, suddenly looking tired in a way that had nothing to do with his recent catnap. “No. I will wait.”

Luffy nodded, then stood up, walking to Beckett and Castle without hesitation, “Vamos!” He yanked the roof door open and ran down the stairs. His voice and footsteps echoed up the staircase as he called up to them, “You have a police car, yes? With sirens and lights? You will turn them on, yes …?”