#luffy probably catches bugs in it

[sailing-ever-west]

Sanji carries a handkerchief in hopes of giving it to a woman in her moment of dire need and being the perfect gentleman but this never happens and instead every time they have an adventure Usopp ends up stealing it to blow his nose while ugly crying in terror

[mercillery]

ASL BROTHERS WITH A SHY S/O

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

CHARACTERS: Luffy + Ace + Sabo

NOTES: Do Luffy haters exist? It’s a dumb question, yes—but I’m genuinely curious. He’s so cute and dumb, I find it hard to not love him.

LUFFY

Luffy wouldn’t really “get” shyness in the conventional sense. But here’s the thing about Luffy: he’s all about accepting people as they are, no questions asked. He treats you with the same bright-eyed, wide-grinned enthusiasm he shows everyone. The idea of you needing to be more outgoing wouldn’t even cross his mind because, to him, you’re already perfect as you are. Shyness? Never heard of it. Just pass the meat, please.

Now, Luffy’s approach to social interactions is, well, 100% Luffy. He doesn’t really adapt his wild and carefree style to match anyone else’s comfort levels. If you're quiet and reserved, that’s cool—Luffy just goes on living life at full volume like it’s another Tuesday on the Sunny.

At first, you might be left wondering how in the seven seas you’re going to survive the endless hurricane of chaos that follows this rubbery captain around. But soon, and without realizing it, you start to find that his reckless antics and headfirst approach to life are... kind of charming. Sure, it’s like living next door to a tornado, but it’s a tornado that makes you laugh until your sides hurt and never lets you get too deep into your own thoughts.

What’s funny is that while he doesn’t actively try to make you feel more comfortable, he ends up doing it anyway. It’s his Luffy magic. You find yourself smiling more often, your shyness loosening its grip bit by bit as he does dumb stuff and throws himself into trouble that only Luffy would consider fun.

He’ll walk up to you, grin stretching from ear to ear, holding out some bizarre, questionably edible snack and say, “You gotta try this!” And just like that, the nerves you felt melt away—not because he’s making an effort to make you feel at ease, but simply because he’s himself.

And sure, sometimes his energy is a lot. We’re talking sprinting-across-decks, yelling-about-meat kind of “a lot.” But in the middle of all that noise, you come to realize that you feel safer and more at ease when you’re around him. Why? Because Luffy has this way of making everything fun and natural, and soon enough, that includes you too.

Before long, your shyness isn’t something you worry about around him; it’s just another thing Luffy accepts without blinking, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. And in his eyes? It is.

It’s cute because you two really are like the sun and the moon, with Luffy as the blazing, never-stopping sun, and you being the more reserved, quiet moon. It’s like a cosmic duo—he’s all light and energy, and you’re the calm, cool reflection of it all. You balance each other out in the weirdest, most wonderful way.

And when people catch wind of the fact that Luffy is dating someone—let alone someone as shy as you—it’s like watching a cartoon character’s eyes bug out of their head. Yeah, they’re not wrong to be surprised, but Luffy doesn’t care. He’s already busy thinking about what’s next on the agenda, probably involving meat or some kind of treasure hunt.

Luffy is anything but shy. He could probably talk to a rock and think it’s the best conversation he’s had all day. So when it comes to affection, he’s not exactly one to shy away from it. He might not be the clingiest partner out there—he’s not going to be hanging off you like a koala (okay, maybe sometimes)—but you can bet he’s there, always.

Whether it’s randomly giving you a hug in or tossing his arm around your shoulder like it’s no big deal, he’s just Luffy—and that means showing affection wherever and whenever he feels like it, no matter who’s watching. Basically, he’s like a “here’s my arm, it’s yours now” kind of guy.

While Luffy doesn’t exactly get what makes you shy, he’s surprisingly good at picking up on your feelings. If you’re feeling anxious, or if you’re shrinking back into your shell a little bit, Luffy has this unbelievable ability to sense when you need a change of pace. Without even thinking about it, he’ll grab your hand and drag you off on some wild adventure, just to get your mind off things.

He doesn’t even need a reason—he just knows that you could use a distraction, and he’s the perfect person to provide it. Besides, that just gives him more time to spend with you! And, of course, he might offer you one of his beloved snacks or a full meal if you’re feeling off. Seriously, do you know how big that is? Luffy parting with his food is like a miracle in itself, so if he’s offering it to you, you better believe you’re special.

And let’s talk about the food thing for a sec. Do you even realize how big of a deal it is that Luffy shares his food with you? Like, do you know how many times he’s turned down offering a bite of his meat to anyone? Probably never. So when he hands you a piece of his prized food, you know it’s a huge honor. We’re talking sacred territory here.

If you ever doubted your place in Luffy’s heart, just remember: he shares his food with you. That’s a level of trust and affection that not even the grandest feast can outdo. Trust me, you’ve got a special place in his world, and it’s right next to the meat and maybe a little bit of the chaos.

Luffy’s naturally the type of guy who’d include you in absolutely everything—because why wouldn’t he? To him, you’re part of the crew, part of his world, and that means he’s going to drag you into every single bit of it.

You’d be minding your own business, maybe sitting quietly with your book or trying to sneak in a nap, when suddenly—BAM! Luffy's in front of you, grinning like a madman, already talking about the next big adventure or game that everyone’s playing. “C’mon, join us!” he’d say, and before you could protest, he’s already tossing you into the mix.

It’s not that he’s forcing you to join, though—Luffy just has this way of making you feel like you should be there, without ever putting you on the spot. His carefree, inclusive attitude makes it feel like the natural thing to do. You never feel pressure; you just feel... valued. Like you belong, whether you’re quietly cheering from the sidelines or joining in with your own brand of awkward enthusiasm.

It’s like Luffy’s energy is so contagious that you can’t help but want to be part of whatever insane thing he’s cooking up that day, even if it’s just watching him eat his weight in food and making random, nonsensical decisions.

If anyone ever crossed the line with you—teased you, made you uncomfortable, or said something that got under your skin—Luffy would flip the script faster than you can blink. That goofy, carefree grin would disappear in an instant, replaced by a rare, uncharacteristically serious expression.

Suddenly, he’s standing right in front of you like a human shield, ready to take down anyone who dared upset you. He’s usually a chaotic force of nature, but mess with his loved ones, and that’s when you see a side of him that is all about protecting you.

He wouldn’t hesitate to confront the person, his voice firm and unwavering. “Hey! That’s not cool! You don’t mess with my crew!” He’s not one for subtlety or second-guessing, so you’d know right away that Luffy’s on your side. If someone’s being rude or making you feel small, he’ll make sure they know they’ve messed with the wrongggggg person.

The crew’s used to this by now—because Luffy, despite his childish nature, would go to the ends of the earth to defend the people he cares about. You’d feel like the most important person in the world in that moment because, in his eyes, you are.

Luffy’s loyalty is on another level entirely. Once he’s decided he cares about someone, they’re in—no questions, no conditions, just pure, unfiltered loyalty. If you’re lucky enough to be someone Luffy loves, you’d know it in every grin, in every spontaneous gesture, and in every single, joyfully shouted “Let’s go!” You’d never have to second-guess where you stand with him, because Luffy’s affections are as clear as day, as honest and unwavering as the sea he dreams of conquering.

So whether you’re officially part of his crew or not, in his mind, you’re always one of them, and he’d tell anyone who’ll listen, “Yeah, they’re with me!” with a pride that’d make your heart swell.

The best part? Luffy would constantly invite you to tag along on whatever wild journey or ridiculous stunt he’s about to pull. There’d be no hesitation; it’d be, “Hey! Let’s go on an adventure!” as if going on an impromptu quest was as simple as taking a stroll to the market. It’s almost like Luffy has this unspoken rule: every exciting, crazy, fun thing has to be experienced with you.

From treasure hunts that end up in unexpected fights with sea kings to races through bustling ports (where he definitely has no idea where he’s running but is laughing the whole time), Luffy wants you there, right in the middle of it all. You’d probably sigh at the thought of jumping headfirst into another unpredictable situation, but Luffy’s enthusiasm is like a gravitational pull—it’s impossible to resist.

And thank goodness for that, because your timid self wouldn’t stand a chance at taking the lead in any of these wild endeavors. Luckily, Luffy’s the type to charge forward, dragging you along by the hand with zero doubts and zero plans. He makes all the decisions for both of you, which, sure, sometimes means ending up lost on an island full of very angry, very large monkeys because, “They looked friendly!”

You’d feel a mix of exasperation and endearment at his antics. He doesn’t realize it, but his willingness to be the fearless leader—even if his plans are sometimes made with the strategic prowess of a rubber chicken—takes the pressure off you. You don’t have to stress over decisions or worry about whether you’re doing the right thing, because Luffy’s already ten steps ahead (probably literally sprinting) and dragging you along with a confidence that borders on reckless.

And honestly? That’s part of the charm. His “plans” might be half-baked and a little foolish, but he makes up for it by being completely and unapologetically himself.

You’d find yourself smiling more than you ever expected, getting swept up in the whirlwind that is Luffy, and realizing that being with him means never feeling alone, even if you’re quiet or shy.

His laughter, his outbursts, and his impulsive decisions would all become things you cherish, because with him leading the way, life feels a little less scary and a lot more exciting.

ACE

Ace is all warmth and energy, like a bonfire on a chilly night, and he’d go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable in his presence. Despite his natural tendency for excitement and spontaneity, he’d be mindful of your shyness, making a conscious effort to dial down the volume when needed.

You’d catch him lowering his voice a bit, softening his laughter, or even sitting a little closer with a reassuring grin. His laid-back nature would do wonders for your anxiety, melting it away bit by bit like ice under the sun. He’d take a more casual, playful approach when he’s with you, balancing his liveliness with a kind of gentle attentiveness that makes your heart feel at ease.

Ace has a knack for starting conversations, even if the topic is completely random. He’d sense your hesitance and jump in without skipping a beat. “Did I ever tell you about the time I tried to cook for the crew and accidentally set a whole forest on fire?” he’d start, eyes twinkling as he watches your reaction.

His stories are always ridiculous—stories of clumsy mishaps, epic pranks gone wrong, or that one time he fell asleep mid-battle. You’d find yourself laughing in spite of yourself, the tension in your shoulders easing as you realize he’s making himself the butt of the joke, just to make you feel more at ease. He’d keep talking until he sees that spark of amusement in your eyes, and then keep going, his smile growing wider every time you giggle.

And Ace’s teasing? Oh, he’d be a master of that fine line between making you laugh and making you blush. He’d lean in, smirking just enough to be charming, and say, “What’s this? A smile? I knew it was in there somewhere.” His playful comments would come with a wink and a laugh, just enough to make your face warm, but never enough to make you feel like you’re being put on the spot.

If he ever saw you growing quiet or noticed that hint of panic in your eyes, he’d immediately back off, switching to a softer tone and throwing in a quick “I’m just messing with ya” followed by that disarming grin of his.

Ace would be incredibly in tune with your reactions, watching for the tiniest signs that you’re feeling overwhelmed. The moment he picks up on it, he’d change gears—maybe suggesting a quiet spot on deck where you could sit together and watch the stars, or offering to take a walk to get some fresh air. He’d brush off the seriousness with a light, “Hey, it’s just us. No pressure, alright?” The way he says it makes you feel safe, like it’s just you and him against the world, no expectations or worries allowed.

Ace is the definition of a warm hug in human form, so being a tactile person comes naturally to him. But when it comes to you, he’d show an impressive amount of restraint—not an easy feat for someone who’d usually throw an arm around a friend without thinking twice. Well, you’re not just his friend but his lover, obviously—but what I’m getting at us that he’s a pretty affectionate guy.

He’d start small, easing you into it with light touches: a friendly pat on the shoulder when you share a joke, a playful ruffle of your hair that would leave you smiling and maybe a little flustered. You’d catch the subtle glances he’d shoot you afterward, as if he’s silently checking, Was that okay? Did that make you uncomfortable? It’s endearing how he’s so in tune with your comfort level, his natural affection turned into a gentle dance of patience and care.

As time went on and your confidence around him grew, Ace would start to introduce more meaningful touches. He’d sneak in side hugs when you’re sitting together, leaning into you with that easygoing smile of his that made your heart race. And when the day finally came that you leaned into him on your own, whether it was out of exhaustion or just because you felt safe, the soft, proud look on his face would be priceless.

Ace would make a big deal out of it in the quietest way possible, his hand finding yours in a reassuring squeeze as if to say, Hey, look at you, being brave. Eventually, he’d graduate to full-on snuggling when you were comfortable, and the first time he wrapped you in his arms and pulled you close, you’d know just how deeply he cared.

And when social situations become too much—because let’s face it, Ace has a lot of friends and a magnetic personality that draws people in—he’d be the first to notice if you’re starting to feel overwhelmed.

In those moments, he’d spring into action without making it obvious. He’d tell a ridiculously over-the-top story, one that would steal the spotlight from everyone else and have the whole room’s attention fixed on him, leaving you a moment to breathe.

Ace would always throw himself into being the distraction, whether it meant cracking jokes or reenacting a failed stunt that ended with him pretending to trip over his own feet. He’d shoot you a quick wink in the middle of it, as if to say, See? I’ve got you.

It’s not that he wanted to be the center of attention—okay, maybe a little, but only when it’s for you.

He’d take on the role of court jester, chaos-maker, or even reluctant hero if it meant taking the pressure off you for a while. If anyone questioned it, he’d brush it off with a laugh and a shrug, all while keeping an eye on you to make sure you were okay.

And if things really got too much, Ace wouldn’t hesitate to steer you away from the noise altogether, leaning in close and saying, “Let’s get outta here for a bit, yeah?” He’d lead you somewhere quieter, a hand on your arm or fingers interlaced with yours, the simple touch grounding you as you walked.

You’d both end up somewhere peaceful, maybe under the stars or by a flickering campfire, where he’d wrap an arm around your shoulder and say, “You don’t have to explain. Just take your time.” And you would, with the steady thump of his heartbeat right next to yours, knowing he’d take on the world just to make sure you felt comfortable and safe.

Ace would be your number one cheerleader, hyped beyond belief over every little victory you achieved. You managed to say something in a group conversation? He’d beam at you like you just solved world peace. “Look at you go! You’re amazing!” he’d shout, probably a bit louder than necessary, with that signature grin that lights up his entire face.

If you reached out to touch his arm or, heaven forbid, initiated a hug, there’d be a solid five minutes of him staring at you in delighted disbelief before breaking out into an excited, “Did you just—? You did! You did!”

What you might not notice is that whenever you step even half a toe out of your comfort zone, Ace is in the background punching the air with all the subtlety of an over-caffeinated kid at a birthday party.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a tiny thing, like making eye contact with someone new, or a big step like saying a few words in front of the crew—Ace is celebrating it like you just discovered the One Piece itself.

He might look a bit unhinged to anyone passing by, but he’s never cared about that. You’re his person, and your wins are his wins. He’s just out here being the proudest guy alive, punching invisible foes and mouthing, That’s my partner!

And the way he looks at you? It’s like you’re the most priceless treasure in the world, and not just in the fleeting, pirate-wants-your-gold way. No, Ace’s gaze is full of warmth and genuine awe, the kind that makes you feel like you’re wrapped in a blanket of sunshine.

When you speak, whether it’s a confident statement or a hesitant mumble, Ace is all ears. His eyes would fix on you with this almost comically serious expression, nodding along like you’re revealing some ancient, life-altering secret.

You could point to the sky and say, “That’s the sky,” and he’d respond with a deep, earnest nod and a wide grin, “Exactly! I love that you noticed!” The rest of the crew might shake their heads and mutter things like, “Here they go again,” but Ace doesn’t care. If it matters to you, it matters to him—simple as that.

It doesn’t matter how mundane your observation is or how shyly you say it; to Ace, every word is golden. He’d hang on every syllable as if you were weaving a tale worthy of a bard’s song. You’d catch him repeating things you said back to you later, just to show he’d remembered, saying things like, “Oh yeah, like you said the other day, the sky really was a perfect blue.”

It’s almost ridiculous, but that’s Ace—he’d make you feel like every tiny thing you did was extraordinary, because in his eyes, it truly is.

SABO

Sabo is the calm breeze compared to the whirlwinds that are Luffy and Ace, which makes him the perfect blend of approachable and comforting.

With his natural ease and warm, diplomatic demeanor, you’d find yourself feeling more at peace around him sooner than you’d expect. Sabo’s the kind of person who could have a conversation with anyone, but when he’s with you, you’d feel like you’re the only one in the world that matters.

He’s just got this knack for making everything feel safe, like he’s a sturdy anchor in a storm. If you ever started to feel overwhelmed, Sabo would be the first to notice, with a quiet attentiveness that doesn’t scream I’m watching you but more like I’m here if you need me.

He’d be a master of subtlety, paying close attention to what made you nervous and what helped you open up, all without making it seem like he was analyzing you. You’d catch him making mental notes when you shifted uncomfortably or lit up at something specific. He’s probably like, “Write that down, write that down!” in his head.

And he’d use those observations to make your interactions more comfortable. If he noticed that certain topics or big crowds made you anxious, he’d steer conversations towards lighter things or find a reason to take a quiet walk somewhere less crowded.

Sabo would never rush you into sharing more than you were ready for. He understands that trust is built slowly, like adding logs to a fire, not dumping gasoline on it and hoping for the best.

Sabo would show his affection in the most considerate ways, taking into account what you’d find comforting rather than overwhelming. That being said, grand and dramatic gestures aren’t his style when it comes to you; he’d save those for his other acts of rebellion.

With you, he’d stick to smaller, more intimate actions. He’d brush his fingers across yours before holding your hand, always making sure it was welcome. He’d lean in a little closer when you’re talking, eyes fixed on you with that soft, attentive gaze of his that makes you feel like you have all the time in the world.

There’d be moments when he’d reach out with a light touch on your arm, or just the simple press of his shoulder against yours when you sat side by side, enough to let you know he was there but never too much to make you uncomfortable.

It’s like he has a sixth sense for what was just the right amount of closeness. And if you ever looked unsure or nervous, Sabo’s eyes would catch yours, full of warmth and encouragement, like he was silently saying, Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.

The patience he’d show would be unmatched; you could almost hear him mentally cheering you on even if you were just picking your words slowly or taking a deep breath before saying something important.

And the way he’d support you? Subtle but powerful. If you ever found yourself second-guessing or fumbling, he’d quietly step in to help redirect the conversation or offer a reassuring comment. “I think that’s a great point,” he’d say with genuine enthusiasm, giving you that extra boost of confidence.

And when you’d catch him watching you speak, the look in his eyes would always be one of admiration—never judgment, never pressure, just pure, patient support. And whether it’s a simple chat or a quiet walk together, Sabo’s presence would be your reminder that you’re valued, seen, and cherished, just as you are.

When it came to conversations, Sabo would be your guy for deep, meaningful talks, but with a healthy dose of humor to keep things light. He’d pick the coziest, quietest corner on the ship or at a café, leaning in with a thoughtful smile and saying, “Alright, you ready to hear some top-secret stories about Ace and Luffy’s greatest flops?” And he’d be off, recounting tales of Luffy trying to eat something he really, really shouldn’t have or Ace’s legendary nap times that ended in near-disaster.

His stories are designed not just to make you laugh, but to remind you that even these larger-than-life brothers were and still are total dorks sometimes. And before you know it, you’re easing into sharing a few of your own stories, prompted by his gentle encouragement and the safety his presence provided.

If there was ever a moment where you hinted at wanting to join in on an activity or step outside your comfort zone, Sabo would light up like someone just told him there was free cake on deck. But instead of jumping up and down and looking crazy, Sabo’s celebration would be the dignified, internal kind.

Picture a boardroom in his mind filled with 10 tiny Sabos all jumping out of their chairs, high-fiving each other, and throwing confetti in the air. On the outside, he’d just offer you that calm, reassuring grin and a simple, “You’ve got this. And if not, we’ll laugh about it later, yeah?”

He’d be your biggest silent cheerleader, always ready with a patient hand to guide you or a subtle nudge if you needed it. If you wanted to join in on a game or join a conversation but hesitated, Sabo would seamlessly include you, making it feel natural and not like he was pointing out your shyness.

He’d say things like, “Hey, I think Y/N would be perfect for this—what do you think?” and then shoot you a wink that says, See? Not so bad, right? And when you took that first step, whether it was a comment or a hesitant laugh at a joke, Sabo’s inner cheering squad would be losing their collective minds.

So while Ace might be punching the air and Luffy would probably shout, “You did it!” at full volume, Sabo would play it cool—at least on the outside. But don’t be fooled. The minute he see’s you trying something new or making a move outside your comfort zone, those 10 tiny Sabos in his head would be throwing a full-on carnival, complete with fireworks and dancing.

And he’d just keep giving you that look that said, You’re amazing, and I’m so proud of you. Because to him, you’re always worth celebrating, no matter what.

If there’s one thing Sabo doesn’t tolerate, it’s someone messing with the people he cares about. So if he spotted you feeling uncomfortable or noticed someone trying to be intimidating, he’d swoop in with the subtlety of a master diplomat. Sabo wouldn’t make a scene, but instead, he’d redirect the situation like an absolute pro.

Maybe he’d throw out a well-timed joke, ask a question that shifts the focus, or suddenly develop an urgent need for your opinion on something random, like, “Hey, didn’t you say you know a lot about… apples?” The offender would be left blinking, and you’d find yourself in a new conversation before you even realized what happened. Crisis averted, all thanks to Sabo’s suave social maneuvering.

And then there’s Sabo’s sweeter side—his covert operation of affection. He knows that grand, dramatic proclamations can sometimes make you want to dive head-first into the nearest bush, so he’s perfected the art of subtle, heartfelt gestures.

He’d leave little handwritten notes tucked in places he knows you’ll find, maybe in your favorite book or slipped under your plate at breakfast. Each note would be filled with the kind of genuine, thoughtful words that would make your heart do an embarrassing little flip. They’d say things like, I know you’re stronger than you think, and I can’t wait for the world to see it, too, or The stars were beautiful last night, but not as much as seeing you smile today.

And don’t even get started on the letters. Oh, the letters. Sabo would write you these intricate, beautifully crafted notes that read like they came straight from the heart of a poet who’s just returned from a victorious battle.

He could have just finished a day of intense Revolutionary Army missions, covered in dust and exhaustion, but you’d still get a note that starts with, Hey, you. I’m thinking about you, and ends with some metaphor about how your presence makes the world brighter, even when he’s knee-deep in chaos.

You’d find trinkets, too—maybe a small charm he found that reminded him of you or a pressed flower from somewhere he thought was pretty. It’s the little things that would make your day and remind you that, no matter what chaos he’s wrapped up in with the Revolutionary Army, you’re always on his mind. And when you’d look up at him, cheeks flushed from finding yet another one of his notes or small gifts, Sabo would just grin that charming, lopsided grin and say, “Did you find it? Good. I meant every word.”

He’s protective, thoughtful, and romantic in a way that feels like it’s tailored just for you. And even if he’s balancing the weight of revolutions and strategic plans, Sabo makes sure you know that you’re not just part of his life—you’re the best part.

[goingmerryfics]

Would they kill the spider for you? - Sanji, Law, Doflamingo, Shanks, Corazon

Content: spiders!! (no images!)

Sanji

Since he also hates bugs, this would be a struggle for him. Of course he wants to do it for you, but he gets the shivers when he sees bugs!

Usually when he finds a bug in the kitchen, he’ll ask Robin or Luffy to get it out of there, trying to play it off like he’s worried about it crawling into the food 

Robin knows what’s up, though

He would probably end up calling Zoro in and baiting him with insults into making him slice the spider in half. Like, “bet you can’t even slice that itty-bitty spider over there with those shitty swords of yours”

Zoro falls for it all the time, much to your and Sanji’s delight

Law

You would think so, right? Surely this guy isn’t afraid of a little bug. Right?

WRONG

Law’s eye twitches and he just watches the damn thing run around the wall

He finds bugs and especially spiders gross, even having to hold back a gag as he watches them scurry around with their little legs. UGH

He always tries to avoid bugs when he can, but the sub is a warm, damp place and sometimes they just manage to get in

He will use his Devil Fruit to get it out of the submarine, though. The poor spider will end up drowning and now you have to clean up wet seaweed off the floor, but that’s probably better than a spider, right?

Doflamingo

Fuck no!

Doflamingo isn’t scared of bugs one bit. But he’s a prissy little bitch, and he’d complain about having to touch anything that seemed ‘dirty’.

Absolutely makes someone else get rid of it for you, as he would for himself as well

He also pokes fun at you for even asking him to do that for you, even though he probably would order you to get rid of a bug for him if the situation arose

Doffy was the type to burn ants with a magnifying glass, the prick

He lives for destruction, so I can just see him kicking over the anthills every time, too

Probably crushed a butterfly once! Cora cried

Shanks

No, he would not kill the spider for you. He would pick it up and either toss it over the ship, or place it somewhere else, out of the way, while talking gently to it, like “Poor little thing, Y/N how could you ask me to murder a little creature?”

He’s only doing it to piss you off, because he’ll come right back to you and reaches for your face to touch you with his just-touched-a-bug hand

Even if you swat and scream at him, he’ll try to get his grimy little fingers on you somehow. You’d have to hide from him out of reach if he’s in that kind of mischievous mood

He thinks it’s hilarious how much you avoid bugs, while he is just used to insects of all kinds by now. Being a pirate wasn’t exactly luxurious living

The guy probably has some spider webs under his damn bed. Maybe that’s where they keep coming from

If you catch him while he’s drunk, he’ll pick it up and chase you around the goddamn ship with it

Corazon

Cora is another type who would not kill it, but he would move it somewhere else

He is a gentle soul, and he’d tell you how it’s more afraid of you than you are of it

He finds the nicest spot to put it in, and he walks like all slow-motion because he knows how clumsy he is and doesn’t want to squish it by accident

He’d place it in grass if possible, or anywhere that it wouldn’t get stepped on by accident

I don’t believe he would be gutsy enough to actually touch the spider- it’s more of an aversion than a fear, but he would scoop it into a cup or something he had on hand

He is clumsy enough to step on the bugs if he’s just walking in, though. You’d have to make sure he doesn’t see it’s dead, squashed body, because he would cry

[velvateen]

monster trio + sleep talking! s/o

zoro luffy sanji w a sleep talking s/o

warnings: fluff ⭐️

zoro

You and Zoro slept closely, his arms holding you tightly against his chest. With the proximity, it was no wonder that the whispers that escaped your lips resonated quickly in his ears. You must be dreaming, parts of it slipping from your mouth as you began to toss and turn with the story.

“No, what I said was… no I have to get to uh…” Your voice slowly rose with the excitement, and with your voice a deep breath filled the air as Zoro began to wake up from your antics.

“Well, if that’s the case, it’s probably bugs…” you mumbled, and Zoro couldn’t help but let out a tired laugh as he turned to watch you.

Your brows furrowed with the conflict in your mind, a frown gracing your features. Zoro thought you were staring to look a little upset, so rolled over to drape a heavy arm across you. At the touch, you stirred, and tried to sit up, still half-asleep and partly invested in your dream. Zoro’s arm stopped you, and he brought you closer to calm you down.

“It has to be through the, uh, the door,” you mumbled, out of breath and heart racing.

Zoro let out a deep hum, “it’s okay, beautiful, sleep now.” You turned to face him and smiled, letting your eyes shut and wrapping your arms around his one.

“Mkay.”

luffy

Luffy’s legs hung off the hammock to make space for you to lay between them, the both of you passed out for a post-lunch nap. Your head on his chest, you began to murmur and groan from the contents of your dream. The vibrations from your chest made Luffy begin to stir, but he was too heavy of a sleeper to be woken up from that alone.

Your face scrunched in concentration against him, “wait, don’t do…” you trailed off, beginning to get more and more restless. “Don’t eat that I said,” your voice rising with urgency.

“No, Luffy, what’s that in your mouth? Spit it out, that’s not meat,” you jolted forwards with Luffy as he woke up from your words.

Still half-asleep, Luffy grabbed your shoulders, “Meat? Where?” You blinked slowly at him, not knowing what he was talking about.

“Huh?” you rubbed your eyes. “You said meat, I’m hungry,” and with that he dropped back and fell dead asleep, leaving you very confused and a little pissed that your nap got interrupted, but once you settled back down on him and his arms found their way around you, it was hard to hold a grudge.

sanji

At the first hint of worry in your tired voice, Sanji was awake and scanning your face for any signs of distress, but the tone of your dream had evidently shifted, plastering a soft smile across your face. Sanji listened as you unknowingly regaled him with the inconsistent details of your dream.

“Thanks, I’ve been wanting to tell you that…” your words drifted away as he stroked loose hairs away from your face, making your nose scrunch.

“So beautiful,” he whispered to you, wondering if somehow he was starring in this silly dream of yours.

“Mm… no Sanji I love you so much I…” The rest of the sentence was lost to him, at the instant his name was mumbled, he turned away covering his face, barely containing his pure delight at your sweet words. When he regained control, he turned back to you, bringing his hand up to cup your face, your hands wrapping around his arm in contentment. He breathed in a deep breath and allowed himself to tear his gaze away from you in favor of catching another hour or two of sleep before he had to go start breakfast.

A/N we got any sleepy heads in the crowd?? any real silly sleepy heads who can’t think for a good 10 mins after waking up?? 🙋‍♀️🙋🙋‍♂️ <— my honest reaction

[buff-muffin]

ASL thoughts and head canons.

1. Sabo’s missing tooth he had as a kid didn’t actually fall out. He chipped it back when he was still living with his family. And his parents thinking that made him look disgusting and rowdy had the rest of the tooth removed before his adult tooth was even remotely ready to move in. Thus there was a gap in his teeth for ages. It started growing in when Sabo set sail.

2. Luffy loved using Ace’s freckles as a dot to dot. Both brothers heavily think he doesn’t have a fucking clue what animals he’s trying to conjure and Ace is getting sick of having to fight him tooth and nail every time Luffy finds a marker

3. In his early days of friendship with Ace. Sabo refused to believe that he could eat an entire bear by himself. He thought Ace was exaggerating like when someone says “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse” yet when he saw it with his own eyes he was horrified. Ace was also confused why Sabo didn’t want a bear to himself. But didn’t complain. Hunting one bear for the both of them and fighting over it was pretty fun. And scavenging berries for a desert never bothered them.

4. Sabo grew his hair out while he was a run away. He hated how it looked buzzed. And while he probably didn’t let it get any longer then his brother’s he loved the freedom. His mother cut his hair the second he was taken back home

5. Ace and Sabo hadn’t thought twice about bugs. Ace saw them as pests like the moths that would huddle around the candle light and Sabo was taught that they were gross. Luffy on the other hand adored them. He showed them bug fighting and showed them all sorts of cool and pretty bugs. He would also put beetles in his brothers’ shoes for fun but in the end they had come out of it for a new respect for bugs and a little bit more love-hate for Luffy.

6. Sabo tried to tell his adopted brother about his real brothers but he refused to believe Sabo was telling the truth. I mean beating up a giant tiger in the woods? Being made of rubber? Being able to eat 5 times their body weight in a matter of minutes? He thought Sabo was loony.

7. When taken back to his parents, Sabo refused to eat with his brother. Sharing a meal with someone made you friends and sharing a cup of sake made you brothers. And he wanted nothing to do with him.

8. Sabo was Dadans favourite. At first. Originally Sabo was… as well behaved as he was going to be around his brothers because that need to respect authority was so engrained in him. Though as he grew more comfortable with Dadan and trusting she really wasn’t going to kick him out other dumb things. He started joining in on the bullying Dadan band wagon. And she hated them all equally again.

9. Luffy and Ace find it absolutely hilarious how bad Sabo would get sun burnt in the summer. They would chase him around trying to slap him for hours. Dadan taught him how to make a remedy and over the years he gained a tan and freckles that he knew would have his bio dad blow a fuse.

10. Luffy always wants to be in fights of strength with his brothers to prove he’s strong. You know, arm wrestling. That weird thing were you put your feet together and push with all you’re might. And of course rough housing. But in the super early years of being a rubber man that was impossible cause his body would just. Bend. Arm wrestling? Womp womp no elbow for you. Foot wrestle? His legs fold like a piece of paper. He was humiliated and his face was bright red every time Ace and Sabo would laugh.

11. One of the best training methods the brothers had found for Luffy was actually made as a joke. Still completely pathetic at landing a damn punch Sabo jokingly said he should train by trying to catch bugs by stretching your arms. And after a lot of frustrated afternoons his aim did improve an alarming amount. Luffy to this day continues to train that way and he always thinks of Sabo when he does.

12. They never finished that bottle of sake they stole from Dadan. At the time they all thought the drink was absolutely putrid though drank their cups if it meant they were brothers. The bottle is still in the treehouse. Even after everything. It’s completely oxidised but the smell keeps animal from making their treehouse a nest so Ace and Luffy never minded all that much.

[autistic-piece]

Straw Hat Headcanons

SFW // Just soft stuff

Random headcanons about the crew! + Vivi

👒Luffy

✦ doesn't read unless it's something about bugs -- or he'll ask Robin to read for him ✦ actually knows everything about bugs, by the way. and will talk about it anytime he has a chance to ✦ probably tries to draw the bugs he catches before releasing them in the wild ✦ absolute adhd ✦ his favourite part of the museum is the souvenir shop ✦ he takes care of his den den mushi. like, that snail is almost a part of the crew ✦ gets overwhelmed when there are too many informations to process ✦ secretly likes cherry pies, especially Sanji's ✦ he'll definitely make faces at you if you feel bad and need to laugh ✦ considers Vivi, Carrot and Yamato part of his crew

🍊Nami

✦ absolute feminist. don't ever insult a woman in front of her, or that's the last thing you'll do. she hates terf's (and she's right) ✦ she showed the crew how to pick tangerines so that they wouldn't risk damaging her tree ✦ she loves brushing and styling people's hair -- especially Usopp's ✦ not a big fan of bugs, but will definitely listen to Luffy when he talks about them ✦ with the help of Usopp, she drew tattoo designs for each member of the crew. and even has a special one for Law ✦ enjoys gardening ✦ she likes visiting new islands ✦ and she loves when Robin talks about the island's history ✦ okay, Nami basically just loves seeing people excited about their interests -- she can listen to Franky when he builds new stuff as well! she doesn't get the hype, but seeing him so excited just makes her happy

⚔️ Zoro

✦ he's already used every other straw hat as a pillow, at least once ✦ actually enjoys cleaning the dishes with Sanji ✦ he is bad at remembering birthdays. he can barely remember his own. but fortunately, when it's a straw hat's birthday, either Sanji or Usopp will remind him about it in the morning ✦ he doesn't shower after training. that dude takes a shower once a week, and nothing will change it ✦ but honestly no one really cares anymore now. they're used to it ✦ he just doesn't like water that much ✦ sometimes he'll use his katana to cook with Sanji. because he can't find the knife. Sanji probably lost it anyway ✦ (actually Zoro somehow dropped it in the crow's nest) ✦ never gives hugs, but likes to receive them ✦ secretly watches Luffy when he sits on Sunny's head to make sure he doesn't fall into the water

🌱 Usopp

✦ is actually invited to girls' nights. literally the only one who has that privilege ✦ he decorated both the boys' and the girls' rooms, and everyone loves how he did it ✦ he cannot tell creepy stories. he'd scare himself too much ✦ if he finds an island pretty, or likes a certain view, you can be sure he'll paint it ✦ Luffy will come to see the painting every five minutes to see how it goes ✦ the crew hangs Usopp's paintings on the walls of the Sunny. they make good memories ✦ he made ceramic dishware for the crew ✦ always messing around with Luffy and Chopper ✦ probably attempts to write a story about his and the crew's adventures ✦ he loves gardening too. Nami is great with vegetables and fruits, and he's great with plants ✦ plant mum, by the way. he gives his plants names

🍳 Sanji

✦ of course, Sanji knows everyone's favourite foods on the ship ✦ he writes his own recipe book, by the way ✦ and the first dishes are all named after the Straw Hats (it's the first time wrote Zoro's name, by the way, not just 'marimo') ✦ will most definitely buy or pick flowers when the crew docks on an island ✦ feeds stray dogs and cats ✦ gets lectured by Chopper very often about his smoking habit ✦ when the others are sick, he'll bring them their lunch to bed ✦ enjoys reading some poetry ✦ one time he tried to tell the verses aloud while cooking and Zoro was behind him. he thought Sanji was talking to him. Sanji still doesn't know ✦ he finds anyone who smiles genuinely beautiful

🌸 Chopper

✦ absolute hugger, after Luffy ✦ he can just come behind anyone and hug them because he wants to ✦ he absolutely doesn't loves when you pat him on his head. "you know i hate that, don't pat me!" he says while blushing and wriggling and giggling ✦ laughs at Brook's bone jokes, even after all this time ✦ he can stare at Usopp's paintings for hours ✦ he wants to learn to paint too, now ✦ Choppers gets very excited whenever it's someone's birthday ✦ he'll want to help Sanji bake a cake, and if he can't, he'll definitely decorate the cake -- edible glitter, sugar hearts... ✦ he rests on Robin's lap whenever he needs a break

📖 Robin

✦ reads before going to bed. of course she does ✦ she loves talking about history and ancient cultures. please listen to her. she's passionate ✦ absolutely loves when Nami brushes and styles her hair ✦ she loves holding hands, whether it's Chopper, Nami, Luffy, or anyone in the crew ✦ she can't focus much when Chopper sleeps in her lap, because he's way too cute. but really, she doesn't mind ✦ she doesn't say it often, but she finds Franky's skills impressive ✦ she doesn't like cooking much ✦ she's not much of a gardener either, but she absolutely loves looking at Usopp when he tends to his plants

🤖 Franky

✦ definitely had to install more shelves in the girls' rooms for Robin's books ✦ history is not exactly his cup of tea, but Robin knows how to make it interesting, so he'll listen to her when she wants to talk about something she learnt ✦ Franky has already created bug-like robots for Luffy ✦ and Usopp painted them ✦ they look like real bugs, but bigger. Luffy loves them ✦ Likes working with music. if Brook starts playing he'll just sit next to him while working on his next project

🎻 Brook

✦ this man is just so happy to be alive ✦ he'll play music all day long if the crew asks him too ✦ Luffy tried to learn music with him. ("yohoho! thank got i don't have ears!") ✦ but Brook didn't really mind because Luffy seemed to have fun. that's really the most important part in music ✦ he will play lullabies if someone can't sleep ✦ he tries to write his own scores. Robin and Usopp are usually the first ones to listen to them ✦ Usopp made him a custom violin

🌊 Jinbei

✦ probably speaks a lot of languages. he loves learning about people's cultures ✦ loves traveling as well, especially with friends. after all, there's no fun in traveling alone ✦ if Sanji ever gets sick, tired, or is too busy too cook (which rarely happens), Jinbei can definitely replace him ✦ he will help Sanji in the kitchen very often, too ✦ he likes animals. there could be a cat on the ship and he would take care of it ✦ sometimes he also gets invited to the girls' nights ✦ Nami loves touching his hair ✦ the crew likes to listen to his adventures from when he was a membre of the sun pirates ✦ undiagnosed autistic

💧 Vivi

✦ adhd, just like Luffy. she can't stand still, she needs to do something with her hands ✦ she reads the newspapers daily to see if the straw hats are mentioned ✦ she started to read books about pirates after travelling with them. it brought back memories ✦ she owns a ceramic bowl that Usopp made for her ✦ she puts her jewellery in it ✦ she also planted tangerines in the castle garden ✦ sometimes she writes letters to the crew that she's never sent, but hopes to give them when she meets them again

[grapefives]

LET ME BE HONEST | HC

luffy x gn!reader

post time-skip (fishman island) + flight luff + light angst + realization of feelings + oblivious luffy

A/N : light fluff cus idk how to write fluff. lowkey this is probs off character but wtvr

the day his crew disappeared from sight, one after another, was one of the worst days of luffy’s life

tragedy after tragedy, he kept feeling on edge and absolutely useless. and after ace’s death? he didn’t know how to live anymore

his crew was everything he had left now. and while reminiscing that and acknowledging how he has to keep going, how his nakama are dear to him, deep down, the strong urge to see you first ignited

from time to time, he’d visualize your smile, your laugh. he’d remember how you’d joke around with sanji, straying away from an initial memory of how good sanji’s food is. that craving for sanji’s menu straying to a craving of you.

whatever initial thought he had started with on his moments of thinking to himself, they’d stray to you.

as he travels back to sabaody, he wonders. when did these feelings surge?

was it because of how close you to had become during the first few moments in sabaody, and then being ripped away from his grasp to disappear into thin air, screaming for luffy, that made him think of you the most?

the way you were the last to escape his efforts pf saving?

no, it couldn’t be that. he’d always had an eye out for you. he realizes this when he finally sees the others on the new ship, how his eyes dart from one face to another, bright and joyful, but grow more when they land on you.

it’s an afterthought, his feelings, after that. he stands firm with the belief of suppressing them. not wanting something to give him a minor setback like these last few times.

if he loves you, and you two hit it off, he wouldn’t stand losing you. not again, not when, hypothetically, you two were now one.

it’s dumb, probably, but…

“luffy, have you eaten?” you ask gently, but there’s still a firmness to your voice, as you pull him away from the bubble’s wall.

“y/n i’m trying to catch fish for a reason,” he says playfully but to his surprise it comes out cold and harsh.

you give him a bizarre look, and drift your attention to what zoro says instead, and luffy almost complies to poking holes in the bubble, to which usopp and chopper hit them for.

to their dismay, sanji enters a frenzy drop so it diverts everyone’s attention to the food luffy brought and decided to share.

one thing luffy seems to forget to acknowledge is how impulsive he is.

he grabs enough food for himself sure, stuffing his face full as everyone listens to franky, but he eventually notices how you hand him meat once he’s done with the previous one.

when your hands finally touch, he blinks at you, and your small, soft smile makes his heart leap to his throat.

“gimme that,” he says as he yanks the meat from your hand and scarfs it down.

your laugh rings in his ears.

“there’s plenty more, captain.” you say, and he feels himself blush at the attention you give him.

time goes on and as they (him, sanji and zoro) return from their side quest (taming the octopus) you voice out your worries but still praise them for taming such a creature

for some reason, when luffy tries to ignore something, it bugs him even more.

and recently, he’s become hyper aware of your existence.

when the bubble pops in their escape from the fishman pirates, he’s aware of how close you were to him when the current dragged everyone

yet, when he wakes up, his immediate reaction was to question his surroundings and reach out to you

mildly upset at the separation, he ignores it and goes on with the journey. eventually, he finds you again, with brook.

“hatty! how about we go for a meal? i believe you mentioned something that i believe my captain would love,” you say as you walk away from brook being bombarded with mermaids.

“i was getting to that,” pappagu grins, “what do y’all say to some sea-monster meat?”

“YOU HAVE MEAAAT!?” luffy is delighted, to say the least.

and his feelings for you are an afterthought he desperately tries to suppress. this sudden raging desire to have you close, to keep you safe enough is driving him insane.

don’t get him wrong, he knows you’re strong, he knows you can fend for yourself, but this fear of losing you like he had two years ago, without knowing (only hoping and trusting) your situation gives him serious nerves.

but he’s your captain, he has to worry for you. every now and then. sometimes.

but man, seeing you light up at his jokes, and seeing you safe and sound with the others makes him feel so good.

and knowing you’d follow him through and through just makes him feel a certain way.

“LUFFY, YOU SHUT UP!! I’M DECIDING WHERE WE GO FROM NOW ON!!” nami screams.

“HELL NO! I’M THE CAPTAIN!!” luffy barks.

with a laugh, you say “he’s the captain.”

“Y/N WHO’s SIDE ARE YOU ON!” usopp grunts.

and as they go up to the surface once more, exited for a new adventure and getting closer to his dream, he reminisces once more.

he has his nakama, all that’s left for him.

but…

“y/n,” he calls for you unconsciously as you walk by.

you pause, giving him your undivided attention.

“yea?”

“are you ready?”

“for the new world?”

he nods.

you smile, so bright. “nope, but i’ll follow you,” you me eyes are warm and your aura is gentle, “through and through.”

but luffy… as he stares at you, feels his feelings surge with more force.

he can be a little more selfish. he could take advantage of what the world has put in his hands.

“good,” he says with a smile, “cus i need you.”

“i’m at your service-“

“more than a nakama.”

you blink, surprised and taken aback. “m-more?” you furrow your brows, heat threatening to reach your cheeks.

“more.” he says softly. so soft you couldn’t believe this was luffy, your loud and impulsive captain.

but… this was also impulsive, you can tell when his face freezes.

“are you sure?” you ask, your heart hammering.

“when am i not sure of something?”

you stare at him before cracking a smile, “ah.”

“it was driving me crazy.” he pauses, then looks to the side, puckering his lips shyly, “you.. you were driving me insane.”

“didn’t seem like it,” you tease. it was true but you knew deep down there was no chance, or so you believed. after all, he’s your… “captain.”

luffy blushes, “i didn’t know… what.. or … how.”

“i’m glad you’re honest,” you smile, “luffy.”

and his ears ring, eyes wide and amazed. you’ve only called him captain.

“i’ll work hard,” he says.

you burst into laughter, “luffy,” you say as you put a hand on his arm, close enough to see his red ears. “go with the flow. we’ll be fine.”

“yeah,” he smiles a bit, darting between your lips and your eyes.

and luffy is impulsive. but above all, he thinks he’ll add in love to the list as well.

[fizzyren]

hehe, my zolu hcs

horny/awkward/jealous levels:

Zoro feels them much more strongly, but hides them well when he's feeling them. Very stoic on the outside but inside he's fucking frothing at the bit.

Luffy doesn't feel these very much, but when he does it's so obvious, he's horrible at hiding them.

Big vs Little spoon: They fight about who gets to be what every time and it's some complicated wrestling match until one submits. Usually Zoro wins because Luffy likes being hugged and turns into a snuggly octopus if Zoro squeezes him the right way. But Zoro has many many nights been subjected to being an awkward little spoon while Luffy backpacks him.

Luffy is always stealing Zoro's clothes, and Zoro doesn't care much. Luffy also is too small to be sharing clothes with Zoro, especially after the time skip and he's beefed up more.

Pet names are rare for the both of them, outside of their typical "idiot, dumbass, stupid" banter namecalling. Zoro sticks to Captain, Lu, Luff, but they can't really be called nicknames.

Zoro is too scared to confess first, doesn't think his feelings are reciprocated. Luffy on the other hand, is very in tune with his feelings and emotions, probably picks up on Zoro's crush on him earlier than Zoro even realizes it himself, but Luffy feels like he's not allowed to point it out. So he waits until he literally can't anymore and blurts out that he likes Zoro. There's lots of tears, yelling, kissing.

Bugs don't bother either of them. Zoro squishes them immediately with no mercy. Luffy absolutely screams about them, but it's usually excited screaming as he tries to catch it with a jar or his hands, until he accidentally steps on it :(

Neither can cook a proper meal. Luffy can heat up meat over a fire. That's about it. Zoro can put together two or three meals if there's less than three steps to cooking it. But it's bare minimum.

They're both crazy overprotective, but knows there's boundaries. Zoro knows when to back off, and let Luffy handle his own fights. Luffy even more so, and doesn't often jump to Zoro's protection unless there's a very serious, real, and imminent threat to Zoro's life.

[jei-rifni]

Do you think Zoro would get to meet the other strawhats in your Odd Goth Family au? Because I have been thinking about how he’d meet Luffy for way too long long at this point.

Picture this: You’re Mihawk, opening the door after an ungodly amount of ringing at rapid speed to see a … sticky little thing looking up at you with a wild grin. You realize that this is Garps boy and he probably shouldn’t even be here, but you know that Shanks is in the neighborhood again and that this kid follows him around like a lost puppy, so it’s not like he’s technically unsupervised. „May I…. Help-„ You get interrupted immediately„Can the green haired boy come out and play?“ The sticky thing cranes his neck to look behind you into the hallway, like you have hidden said green haired boy like a delightful surprise at a birthday party he’s not supposed to see yet, and makes a step forward. You hastily step aside in front of him again to stop him from getting any further, hoping you to not discourage this overeager boy from wanting to play with your son, while also trying to stay away far enough from his grubby little hands to not risk staining your white dress shirt. „He’s… upstairs. I can certainly ask him if he wants to play, but he just got home and wanted to take a na-„ „I caught a beetle!“

Your son gasps and dashes from his lookout spot behind the plant on the first floor, abandoning his hiding spot from where he has been watching both of you with suspicion ever since you opened the door to this weird child. Said child holds up a a dirty old Tupperware box, containing a large atlas beetle. Great care has been employed to make sure the bug has enough soil, sticks and leaves, as well as making sure to dutifully poke some holes into the old lid for airflow.

„I CAUGHT A BEETLE!“ „AWESOME!“ „I’m Luffy. Want to go catch frogs?“ „Hell yeah!“ „ZORO! Put your shoes on before you go outside!“ Your son grumbles and dashes back in, not even bothering to lace up his sneakers before he zips right back. „AND MAKE SURE YOU GET BACK BEFORE ITS DARK!“

Aw this is so cuutte!

Ive already had an idea to how he meets the strawhats for a while! (I want the order to be similar to canon with a twist hehe) I just never got to continuing the comic yet. Ive been mega busy with things my life so thats gonna be a while. I love this though its adorable! Mihawk’s first impression of the strawhats will be very silly and hes gonna be very confused (and so will zoro)

[dittolicous]

More on my One Piece x Pokemon train:

Sanji's Milotic is his Little Princess, even before she evolved. Daddy's little girl. Queen of doing no wrong. It's a good thing she's actually quite well-mannered and sweet, because he'd honestly let her get away with murder.

If her and Gyarados do ever have an egg, Zoro will have a fight to keep Sanji from turning Gyarados into sushi. For now, both are entirely unaware their Pokemon are mated.

Actually imagine one day she finally DOES, Sanji coming across her curled around an egg and losing his ever-loving-shit - immediately calls a crew meeting to find out who DEFLOWERED HIS PRECIOUS BABY GIRL, demanding to see every water type in her egg group (which lbr they wouldn't keep up with that so that would then devolve into a debate over egg grouping and pokemon breeding all while sanji is fuming). of course, except for zoro, everyone else knows who the father but is staying quiet either 1) for the lulz 2) to keep damages down or 3) isnt paying attention (aka luffy). this goes on for a while when suddenly

CRRK CRRK the egg begins to hatch! theres silence on the deck as the new baby burst free, sparkle sparkle sparkle sparkle

its a shiny fucking magikarp

sanjis neck cracks so loud from the speed he turns on zoro, steam pouring out his ears, chopper almost drags him to the infirmary just to check him out

he'd rather kick Zoro's ass

sends him flying off deck bcuz he was napping the entire time

here come the swords!

its mass chaos

poor franky is overworked

once things calm down it turns into a debate on who takes ownership of the magikarp, zoro n sanji feuding like bitter exes divorced thrice over determining custody time for lil timmy

(they end up leaving it in Momo's care as symbol of friendship - he takes very good care of them)

Luffy never just catches Pokemon. He's the Ash, his team is entirely composed of Pokemon that are like ‘his vibes are immaculate’ and join him. There are numerous Pokemon he considers ‘his’ or part of his crew strewn out across the seas, but he never caught them and they stayed behind for one reason or another.

For a good portion of his travels, he didn’t even actually catch them with Pokeballs. He only did so after Marineford, because having them in Pokeballs would've made things easier and safer for them. Still doesn't keep them put away often.

Sanji and Nami are scared of Bug Types, which made getting along with Zoro's Scythor and Usopp's Spinarak difficult at first. They got used to Sythor easier thanks to his less buggy nature, but Spinarak took time. This was not helped by Spinarak constantly trying to get chummy with them only to accidentally scare them.

One incident involved him pulling a Charlotte's Web in the gally, writing a compliment to Sanji in his web (Usopp taught him how to read and write because why not - bored island kids do whatever). Unfortunately, Sanji's horrified screams could probably be heard in Skypiea. Usopp spent hours cleaning all the webbing up and Sanji smoked about three packs that day.

They do eat Pokemon but it's less common compared to regular animals. There are debates that Pokemon just tend to not taste very good regardless of cooking skills, which lends itself to the idea that their powers are somehow connected to the ever nasty Devil Fruit.

Y'know that gag from Pokemon where Brock's own Pokemon would knock him around when he goes girl-crazy? Ya, that but Sanji. His team absolutely takes him down a peg when he gets too fuck-boy.

It's usually his Blaziken, who will just straight up knock him out and carry him away if need be

The only one who doesn't is Milotic and that's because Sanji is her baby just as much as she is his and she wuvs him too much. Spoils him, really

Usopp gets Robin one of those baby slings for her Houndour as a joke but they love it (she puts on matching sunglasses too so he can travel in style)

it's to the point that Chopper gets a little jealous so they have to get him one too

Usopp's Octillary is still a lil shit no matter how much he respects Usopp, so it's not uncommon for her to cover whoever happens to be nearby in either ink or water

her favorite victim is Sanji - she never did forgive him calling her scrawny (even tho it meant they wouldn't eat her)

All of Franky's Pokemon have a star painted or carved somewhere on their body. They like posing with him!

Franky does want a Blastoisite but they haven't had much luck finding one

Brook's Chatot picks up many, many phrases…. unfortunately he, much like Brook, favors the one asking to see panties - the only upside is that he asks everyone regardless of gender

Chatot is not allowed to talk to strangers for totally unrelated reasons

[milotraflgkl]

Honesty

USOPP x GN!READER

note: THIS IS A REUPLOAD!!! content: fluff, sfw, reader and usopp are both oblivious losers, requited feelings, confessions. WC: 1934

Everyone on the crew knew. Everyone.

It was going old how often Nami would have to grab Usopp's attention from looking your way or when Sanji would have to hold his hand out while you mindlessly walked somewhere, too infatuated with the Usopp as he went about his “real” adventures. The small side glances you'd often share as you sat beside each other at the dinner table, it was obvious the feelings you two had for each other.

Well, expect the two of you.

It was aggravating for the rest of the crew to have to witness, desperately wishing that one day one of you would slip up and finally say something to the other but the day just seemed like it was never gonna show up. No matter how many attempts Sanji made to hint towards Usopp about your feelings, causing you to turn into a bright red tomato.

Today was like any normal day, minus the quick stop because your captain was becoming restless and Nami just couldn’t stand it anymore. You hummed as you put things into your bag, keeping it light so you’d have space to store more things within. Just in case you found anything interesting, for yourself or Usopp. You reached over to grab something and stopped as you stared at the small necklace that Usopp had gotten you a while back, he handed it to you in a rush with a quick jumble of words before he ran off somewhere. You giggled as you grabbed the necklace, bringing it up to your neck and hooking together letting it hang down your chest.

You hummed pleased with the assortment of items you had, so you stood yourself up and placed the bag over your shoulder. You pivoted on your shoes and made your way out of the room that you shared with Nami, you had noticed that everyone had already rushed off wasting no time to get off the boat and walk through the grass and find new interesting bugs; well mostly Luffy. You frowned slightly, not wanting to have to venture to the island by yourself. You let out a small huff as you began to walk towards the ladder to get off the ship, “Hey!” You heard a voice call out from behind you making you immediately snap to see holding your hands up ready to punch whoever. You froze as you saw Usopp stare at you shocked before chuckling, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He says while you let out a sigh of relief and drop your hands to the side, “You scared the shit out of me Usopp!” You scold the boy.

Usopp just let out a laugh, a laugh that made your stomach do flips. “I just wanted to wait for you…” He says, his voice trailing off for a moment. “Cause like you know… for protection…” He says trying to sound all cool but it is obvious he was getting a bit nervous. You let out a laugh that caused Usopp to turn his attention straight back to you, “Thank you, Oh brave captain Usopp~” You teased him. Usopp stood there in shock for a moment before he chuckled and nodded, "That's me!" He hummed out in excitement, as he made his way past you and to the ladder off the ship. "Ladies first~" He motioned with his arms for you to go ahead of him, and you gladly went ahead and flung your leg over the ladder. Make sure to take your foot landed on the bar before you swing your other leg over.

He watched you intently to make sure that not even for a second would you slip and fall, he couldn’t risk seeing you hurt. As he watched you he started to think about the fact that he probably should’ve gone first so he would have been able to catch you. While lost in his thought he hadn’t realized that you had safely made it to the bottom and were waiting patiently for him to come down. “Usopp?” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, “Huh?- Oh!” He blinked staring at you for a moment wondering how long he had simply just stood there whilst you waited so patiently, then his mind went off again. You were so kind and so trusting, it truly amazed him how you were still his friend even after everything.

As he reached the bottom of the ladder he jumped off, landing on the solid ground with a small thud.

He shifted around to look at you with a smile on his face, “Ready?” He asked you as he held out his arm to interlock it with yours, you obliged sliding your arm to hook with his. “Always.” You hum to him, before beginning to lead the way for the both of you. You talked on and on about something that Usopp was not taking in, he was watching the way you used your free hand to talk almost as if you were painting a picture. You asked a question but Usopp didn’t hear it, oblivious to the fact you were asking him and he just admired you. “Usopp?” Your voice broke his thoughts again, usually when any of the straw hats would do that it would upset him. But when you did it, it was like an angel from heaven was bringing him back down to earth before he died simply because of how amazing you were.

“Yeah [name]?” He asked back, as he looked at you hoping that you’d take the lead in making sure they went in the right direction and not run into anyone. “Were you even paying attention?” You asked him, as you turned your attention ahead of the two of you. Making sure the two of you didn’t bump into any island people, weaving in and out of the crowd. “Uhm… Yeah totally!” He responded in a cheerful tone and a cheesy smile on his face, you glanced at his expression immediately knowing that the boy had caught nothing of what you had just explained to him. You let out a soft giggle before the smile quickly faded and your eyebrows furrowed with irritation, “Do people not know how to walk properly?!” You said out in anger, eventually shoving your way through people and into an alleyway that had fewer people.

You let out a sigh of relief, finally free from the busy street and annoyingly slow people. Usopp stood there in shock having not been fully prepared to be shoved through those people and suddenly ending up somewhere a lot more calm, he looked at you before letting out a chuckle. “You hate crowds huh?” He asked, teasing you. You rolled your eyes a small smirk on your lips as you looked around the alleyway, “Some people just don’t deserve legs.” You joked, the joke causing the boy to let out a loud laugh. You turned your head to look at him, you looked at him in slight shock at how he found your joke so funny. The way his head slightly tilted back and his eyes closed as he laughed, it was a beautiful sound and it made your face grow warm from the blush suddenly appearing.

You cleared out your throat before a thought popped up into your head. “Hey, I have an idea.” You say to him in almost a whisper not allowing him time to respond or even think of what you said dragging him along through the alleyway. “[Name]!” He called out, his feet almost struggling to keep up with how fast yours were going. He let out huffs as he started to run out of breath from having to keep up with you, “[Name]..!!” He whined out wanting you to slow down, but even after a small tug, you kept your speed rushing through the alleyway.

As the two of you made your way, you eventually stopped as you came up to a small area. Vines grew down the wall and it was slightly dark small amounts of the sun peeking through the cracks between the buildings, and you decided this place was the perfect area.

Usopp looked around the area, his brows raised as he let out a quiet “oooo…” His eyes darted around the area and you smiled softly as you watched them, before eventually, his eyes met with yours. You feel your posture suddenly straighten out as his attention is on you, you turn to look at the area trying to cover the blush on your cheeks. “It’s pretty isn’t it?” You asked him with a small hum coming from your lips. What you didn’t notice was the way that when Usopp responded his eyes never left your face, “Yeah, it’s beautiful.” He nodded before eventually turning to look around the small area the two of you were now standing in, he slowly walked further in and looked up. The buildings left a small space so that when you looked up it was a perfect view of the sky, you watched him for a moment before you went and stood next to him.

The two of you enjoyed the silence, the sound of distant chatter and seagulls flying overhead.

As you watched the clouds move past quickly you eventually felt your neck begin to hurt, you brought your head down and rolled the knot that started to grow out. You then turned to look at Usopp whose eyes were already on you, your eyebrows raised in shock and your face suddenly became extremely warm. “[Name].” He spoke out to you causing you to lock eyes with him, “Yeah..?” You spoke out with a small sigh, you hadn’t realized but you had been holding your breath. Usopp stared at you for a moment longer before bringing a hand up to your cheek, “I… I think I like you.” He says, letting a sigh of his own from holding his breath.

You stare at him for a moment, it is like a wave of realization has just crashed over you. The more you thought about it the more obvious it became, how he would try to flirt with you and be around you more than the rest of the crew. Usopp hesitated for a moment before slowly bringing his hand down from your face, “My bad, I shouldn’t have…” “No! No…” You cut him off quickly bringing your hand to grab him, “I like you too Usopp.” You told him, and you watched as his face went from sadness to excited shock. “Really??!” He squeezed your hand.

You nod back to him, “Really.” You say. The two of you stare at each other for a minute or so, before you take notice of the way his eyes glance down to your lips and then quickly back up to your eyes. You smile softly, “You can kiss me Usopp.” you whisper as if there would be anyone in a dark alleyway other than you two. Usopp wasted no time before he softly pressed his lips against yours, his free hand going up to cup your cheek. It felt like a dream and you didn’t wanna wake up and you never did, when you opened your eyes and pulled from the kiss he was still there looking back at you.

You couldn’t wait to hear him tell the crew about how he took you to a spot and kissed you. And you knew you wouldn’t correct him.

[mangokabuto]

Just for fun I mapped the strawhats onto Brian David Gilbert's "Mortal Comfort" Ideal Cuddler Chart. I don't think i have them 100% right but i wanted to start the Discussion yk?

Here is my reasoning (sorta-ranked from most to least ideal according to BDG's criteria, though your personal preference may differ (as does mine)) :

MOST IDEAL STRAWHAT CUDDLER AWARD goes to Jinbe! He is big and soft and kind. I think he would be very good at it. He would take initiative to rub your back and have pleasant conversation, but he let you fall asleep if you wanted to.

Nami: Not a super adventurous cuddler, nor does she do it often. She WILL pickpocket you, so be ready for that. She's probably the closest to normal you're going to get.

Usopp: He needs to fidget with his hands and is happy to comb your hair or rub your back or massage your shoulders, but he's going to talk your ear off whether you like it or not, and he'll whine if you try to leave. Extremely clingy and needy in a cuddle, and his pockets are full of little gadgets and tools that are not super comfortable to lay against.

Luffy: Very enthusiastic but he will not sit still long enough, man is constantly adjusting or twitching. He's prone to squeeze too tight with the wrap-around rubber hugs, and if you aren't paying close attention he WILL put bugs and beetles on you. He's also the type to think it's funny to wipe boogers on you, or put his cold hands up your shirt. If your arm or leg fall asleep he's not gonna move for you, he's gonna think it's funny.

Chopper: He hasn't had enough practice yet, he mostly just wants to be held. Very enthusiastic though. Constantly making sure you're comfortable, to the point where it's distracting/a little annoying.

Brook: Bones are not extremely comfortable, but he is able to summon a cool/chilling wind so the temperature control will be ideal, and he's very polite and gentlemanly when he's not trying to see your underwear. As long as you stack some pillows around him to actually lean against, you're golden.

Robin: She will be up to some freak shit with her devil fruit I know it. Being cuddled by a dozen hands may sound very nice but she will turn them against you, either to tickle you right when you're falling asleep or grab your ankle and let you think it was a monster under the bed. She WILL be up to mischief.

Sanji: Also constantly making sure you're comfortable, much more than necessary, and will dote on you WAY too much while you're trying to sleep. He'll keep getting up to grab water or a snack or another blanket or something and won't just settle into the cuddle unless you make him. Also he is likely to either catch on fire or start violently bleeding from his nose depending on the circumstances.

Zoro: Very open to the idea of cuddling but not an active participant; he just falls asleep. He is essentially a very hard body pillow. (If he WAS actively participating he may match where Robin or Luffy is instead.)

Franky: Not a single part of his body is comfortable or free of hidden guns, but he will damn sure try his best!! He will also try and hold conversation and compliment you, but much too loudly. The enthusiasm is there, but...man he's struggling everywhere else.

[empressofmankind]

[Part I] [Part II]

Oh, SURE.

It's only a dozen odd pirates with billionaire Wanted Poster status on the loose again.

No big deal.

WE SHOULD BE OK.

You better mention the mens now, Robin.

Catch me shouting 'Frreee Wanniii!' when she talked about setting the mens free to the sea, where they belong.

Me but w Croc, ngl

I imagine you recognised LOTR, but this is probably well, truly and comfortably before ya'll's time.

I forgive you.

me having pants problem

At any rate, the boys are back!

The BoYs R BaCk iN ToWn

In sepia, no less. So classy. Much WoW.

I feel robbed of a sepia Bugs though!!

Ahhhh~

Clownboi gets a dramatic full colour we haven't seen.

Me over here, rubbing Croc's shoulders like, don't be upset. Nobody thinks you're the clown's errand boy. Nobody. I promise.

I AM FINE.

I am completely NORMAL about them.

WHEEZES. Me @ing Croc: See??????? Nobody is buying it. Not even sticks-for-brains over here.

I love how Luffy is always like. 110% unto the plot. But then everyone is like "oh Luffy…"

He's so adorkable, I wanna adopt him.

Benji needs a big brother anyway!

And we aren't asking Law to babysit, omfg. He'd probably let her smoke weed or something. SHE'S TEN.

ARGH, I hate getting cock-teased about Luffy's true/secret/actual dream cccccccmonnnn tell me???

But it's probably the end all, be all, plot line. We can't be far off now. How much more, 2 years? 3 years? We're getting there.

I've said it before and I am saying it again - the One Piece is freedom.

The kind of freedom only a ship and the wide open sea can provide, literally or otherwise.

THAT is Luffy's dream.

To be free, and to bring freedom to everyone else.

Just like Roger did.

That notion is as old as the age of piracy itself, mind. And isn't that what the manga calls it, the "great age of piracy"?

Freedom.

I am telling you:

[the-bar-sinister]

Crimson Sunset, Azure Dawn (24179 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 6/6

Summary: Mihawk would have been content to finally give Shanks the duel long owed him. Buggy swore he simply wanted to give him a piece of his mind. Crocodile just wanted the pair to have some measure of closure, difficult as it might be. No one expected the rising star of the scarlet emperor to crash so suddenly and violently to earth. No one expected to fish a lost and broken Shanks out of the wreckage of his ship.

But maybe it takes disaster for old flames to flicker back to life, and for Cross Guild to bring in its most surprising member.

catch up here

-

Crocodile squeezed Buggy's shoulder. He was feeling a little better after the coffee and the fresh air, and he was hoping the clown was too. He'd been listening to him tell stories about him and Shanks' childhood on Roger's ship for the better part of an hour. He knew he shouldn't envy him, not the way things had ended up, but he did anyway.

"You feeling any better, Bug?"

Buggy turned to him, and Crocodile suddenly felt the man's hand fly down and loop, arm and all, around his shoulders as he met his eyes with a watery stare and a wide smile. 

"...bit better, yeah Croc. Nothin' like talking to you without any torture to lift a guy's spirits." 

"It's too early for torture," Crocodile huffed grumpily. "Kicking you around isn't much fun when I'm running on less than an hour's sleep. I'm gonna check on Hawk and our guest. You wanna talk to him again yet, or no?"

Buggy bumped his shoulder lightly with the stump of his dismembered limb. "....yeah, I probably should right? Guy probably needs the special Buggy touch." 

Crocodile patted Buggy on his cheek– then pinched him and shook him by it with a tired smile. "Yeah. I'm sure he does."

That special Buggy touch. It was something alright. Maybe Shanks did need it.

-

Crocodile sat across the table from Mihawk in the lounge room that had been set up for Buggy's failed little banquet the night before. Now it was laid out with a light breakfast that included more than a few leftovers from that meal. And coffee. Lots of coffee. Crocodile was probably going to shake himself to pieces, but he needed to fucking stay awake.

Mihawk had told him, in his usual nonchalant manner, all about his conversation with Shanks. He'd started with 'Shanks thought he was going to save the world' and it only got crazier when he got to the how.

'Shanks was going to give Straw Hat Luffy's Gum-Gum fruit to 'the right person', only for Luffy to eat it.' turned very quickly into 'the Gum-Gum fruit is a mythical zoan of some sort, containing the Sun God Nika, or Joyboy.'

Croc was part way through what had been a pleasant if unusually exhausted and tense breakfast when he'd hit that part. 

Okay.

Okay maybe he wasn't going to need the coffee to stay awake.

Crocodile realized he had dropped his fucking fork.

"I'm sorry, you're telling me Straw Hat's got a fucking god fruit?"

"I suppose, yes. He's fairly unhappy with it from the way Shanks made it sound," Mihawk continued to slice his tomato, raising it to his lips as he looked up at Crocodile "I would be too in his position." 

"He's unhappy with it," Crocodile repeated. "He's got a god fruit and he's unhappy with it. Okay. Thanks, Hawkie. Hold on a second. I need to recalibrate."

Crocodile stared at the wall for a long moment.

He closed his eyes. In his mind, he stood in the middle of the empty desert and screamed as loud as he could.

He took a long breath, and smiled at Mihawk. "Great. Okay."

–

Buggy held the hot thermoses of coffee, one in each hand, and held the small tray of food balanced on the crook of one floating arm.

He stood there, in the doorway, blinking owlishly at Shanks with the makings of a good goddamned morning, and he couldn't think of a single witty thing to say.

Shanks looked…wet. Even after he'd long dried off from being dragged out of the ocean and a whole night later he looked wet.

"Morning…sleepy….man." he managed to say. 

"Morning, Buggy." Shanks was sitting up at least. That was sort of progress. He hadn't really been sitting up at all since the beginning of the conversation they'd had at dinner the night before.

Buggy grinned at him as he held up the thermoses with his floating hands. 

"Heyyy, you're looking really uh." He paused. "upright? Yeah. Real upright there, buddy. I'd almost call ya a stand up guy! Almost. Because you're sitting."

This material was dogshit. What the fuck was he saying? This whole situation was a disaster from the start, and then that meal idea took out all his confidence at the knees.

Shanks didn't wanna see him. He hadn't wanted to see him since Loguetown. Probably even before!

But Shanks laughed. He actually fucking laughed. It was a sad, shallow little thing, but there was a pained smile on his face as he looked up at Buggy from where he was sitting.

"Yeah, I sure am sitting, Buggy. Wanna come sit with me?"

"Oh, uh…" Shit, he actually liked it??? Buggy hurried—floated—over to drop next to him with a huff of breath. "Yeah. Figured you wanted to eat somethin'. Mopin' is hungry work, I hear." 

"Is it? I guess I should refuel for the next long mope session." Shanks slowly tipped over to lean against him— it was on the side without the arm.

Buggy passed him a thermos of coffee. "Better not be too fucking long, or you'll mope your dumb ass back into the ocean." 

Shanks took a long drink of the coffee, and Buggy watched his throat bob as he did. He sighed, a trace of the smile still on his face. "Nah. I don't think I can get that far. I'll just mope right into the center of the bed, flat on my back."

"You'll melt into it like that fucking Caribou guy melts into everything, then." Buggy pointed to him. "And Croccy'll kill ya for making a mess."

He stared at Shanks— all the various ways he grew up and stayed the same since that big fight in Loguetown— since the few sparing times they'd run into one another since. "and I'd miss ya. Kind of. Maybe." 

Shanks leaned on his shoulder for a long moment and then he sat back up and took another drink of the coffee. 

"Well. No maybe about it for me, Buggy. I missed you. I said that last night. I think. Last night's a little blurry. You asked me to join your guild thing, didn't you?"

Buggy chuckled roughly.

"I did, yeah. And I meant it. I mean, it'd be pretty great for our PR if we had an Emperor of the Sea on our side, yeah?" He offered Shanks the plate, floating it over to him with a grin "...and it means you'll have to actually stick around." 

"You expecting me to disappear?" Shanks set the thermos down between his knees and started picking at the plate as Buggy held it for him.

Buggy sipped his coffee. He couldn't get any jitterier than he already was. "...I might be. You're practically a ghost." 

"Nah. You saved my life, remember? I should be a ghost."

Buggy turned to face him. "I mean, even before that I mean. You'd gone off into the New World. After I told you I didn't wanna be your cabin boy, you left, Shanks. And when I saw you again, the few times I did, you were already a ghost. You know what I mean?" 

"Oh." The lingering little smile on Shanks' face faded and he shrugged. "In that case, you're right. I was a ghost alright. That's what it feels like anyway. I was telling Mihawk the same thing."

Buggy sighed, the good humor dissipating. 

"Not surprising. I figured he'd manage to get some outta you." He looked down into his coffee, frowning deeply as it rippled in his hands. "It made me wonder what happened to that stupid fucking cabin boy with his stupid handsome smile. Mr. Golden Boy of Gol D Roger's pirates." 

"Yeah." Shanks sighed too, and leaned against Buggy's shoulder again. "Yeah, I bet you did wonder… Stupid handsome smile, huh?"

A tiny sliver of that smile came back to his face, wan and uneven.

Buggy flushed with a narrowing of his eyes before he looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah, your stupid handsome smile, what of it? You had a nice smile. It almost made you bearable to spend time with."

Shanks huffed a chuckle. 

"Same to you I guess." He lapsed into silence for a moment, but before Buggy could think of what to say, he spoke up again. "You wondered what happened to me. I could tell you, Buggy. But you won't like it. I know you won't like it. That's why I never told you."

Buggy wrinkled his nose, looking down into the depths of his coffee again. "...I admit it's kinda been eating me up inside, Shanks." 

Shanks sighed. He leaned his head on Buggy's shoulder again. "I know. But I worry it'll be worse if I tell you."

Buggy swished the coffee back and forth with his disembodied hands, leaning against Shanks with a frown. 

"...what can be worse than you just leaving for no reason to chase some stupid mystery goal?" 

Shanks turned on him with a sad, almost hopeless look. "Crushing all your hopes and dreams?"

Buggy turned to stare him down. "Man, my hopes and dreams have been practically crushed for years. The only thing, the ONLY thing that's kept me going was trying to catch up and beat YOU and the fucking One Piece." 

"Yeah, Buggy. I know."

Buggy's lips twitched. "what, you're gonna tell me that you know what the One Piece is, then?" 

His hopeless gaze flicked away, staring at the wall. "You didn't ask Roger. I did."

He asked Roger— and Roger told him the greatest secret of the Grand Line? He frowned, chewing his lip for a moment before he leaned over. 

"And what coulda possibly been so fucking bad that it made you give up on everything?" 

"Didn't you ever ask yourself what made Roger give up?" Shanks stood up and he walked a couple of paces away from the bed, staring at the wall.

Buggy watched him go, not moving save for his hands to float over and set the thermos and plates down. "All the time. I assumed he knew his illness was gonna take him and wanted to die on his own terms."

"His own terms. Murdered in front of the whole world by the government?" His voice was distant, quiet.

"And announcing a new age of piracy to a bunch of hopefuls," Buggy muttered. He'd always hoped that was why anyway. He knew he was dying and he did the only thing he could to get one over on the government.

To rile the world up into an age of piracy before he went.

It was better than him just 'giving up'. 

"Well. There was that. That was what he needed to do. Yeah. He needed people to hear his message. So it would get to the right person."

"What the FUCK do you mean 'the right person'?" Buggy frowned sharply. "The right person is anyone with the damned will to hit the high seas for loot, glory and blood!" 

"You and Luffy would get along, you know?" He heard a little huff of breath from Shanks that might have been an awful laugh. "Maybe that's true. But it's not what Roger believed. It's not what he told me."

"If Straw Hat ever gave me a chance before he started throwin' punches? Yeah absolutely. Hell, we KINDA got along when we were bustin' out of Impel Down together," Buggy grinned nastilly, before he folded his hands together. "So what, Roger believed only one specific person in the whole of the great blue seas mattered? And it sure as hell wasn't me." 

"Or me," Shanks said to the wall.

Buggy stared at him. It was…disheartening? 

That was a bit of a fancy word for the gut-wrenching frustration, anger and betrayal that sat in the pit of his stomach. Shanks couldn't possibly believe it— Roger couldn't have either, right? The man who said whoever wanted it could set out for the store of his treasure couldn't possibly have thought so little of his own crew, the people, or the next generation to have sent them on a wild goose chase meant for one man alone.

And for it not to be Shanks? His golden boy? The one who always stood as the best cabin boy, the best upcoming pirate— the shining ray of light that Buggy was sure was set to be the next pirate king until he turned around and called Buggy a fool for believing in it?

"....what the hell do you mean, not you?" 

Shanks whirled around fast– violently. There were tears in his eyes and now he didn't just look hopeless, he looked angry.

His handsome, scarred face twisted up, and some kind of mad darkness alive in his eyes.

"I mean not me! I mean Roger told me, flat out, when I asked him that it would be pointless! That it wasn't meant for me! That I wasn't going to be the one! That was it, Buggy! That was what crushed all my hopes and dreams. The man who I looked up to personally telling me not to fucking bother!"

Buggy winced, his hands whirling in the air before they snapped back onto his wrists and he held them up with a deepening frown.

It'd have crushed him, too. It was starting to crush him now. If Roger told Shanks not to fucking bother it wasn't any surprise why he didn't even offer the information to Buggy. It didn't matter for him either. It wasn't for either of them, in Roger's eyes.

"He told you not to bother. Shanks, you were the best pirate I knew. Shit, I was gonna sail with you if you were planning on going for Pirate King! I was happy to until you told me it didn't— didn't fucking matter!" 

Shanks stumbled back toward him, and sank down to his knees at the foot of the bed where Buggy was sitting. He dropped his head against Buggy's chest. 

"I didn't know how to lie to you, Buggy. I couldn't— I couldn't find it in my heart to say to you 'let's do it' when I know it would be for nothing. I still wanted you to come with me but I just— I couldn't fucking lie."

Buggy was tensed as a spring, his arms lowering around Shanks' shoulders as he took a deep and shaking breath. 

"You always were a shitty liar, yeah. I—I'd have caught on right away. I just don't get it…why would he tell the world to go hunting for a treasure most of it ain't 'meant' to see? Who's the person he respected more than you an' me?" 

Shanks hung his head against him, pressing into his body. He shook his head. 

"He thought it was going to be his son. Ace. That's what I thought, too. But I fucked it up, Buggy. I might have fucked the whole goddamn world. Either that, or nothing I did mattered at all."

"That just sounds like fucking nepotism, man," Buggy grumbled as he pet his hair. His whole body was shaking, even as he petted his fingers through Shanks' hair. 'He might have fucked up the whole world' by not making sure Ace became his dad's chosen one? It didn't make a lick of sense.

"Oh yeah, the chosen one? My son, of course. Don't worry about it, it's my son who's gonna save the world!' just sounds like nepotism." 

Shanks laughed miserably against him and thumped his fist gently against Buggy's chest next to his face.

 "Sure does! Buggy— I should have just said fuck it. I should have just given up trying to do anything, and just followed you around. It would have been more fun and I wouldn't be in this fucking position."

Buggy miserably laughed with him, his fingers gripping bunches of his hair as he leaned in close. 

"Ace– poor kid wouldn't have even wanted it. Poor kid had been beaten down by life, I saw that much during the shitshow at Marineford." He grimaced "But what's this gotta do with Luffy? Why'd you get into a fight with the shrimp who looked up to you like nobody else in the world?" 

Shanks laughed miserably again and nuzzled Buggy's hand as he held his hair. He looked up at him with one eye closed. 

"Because Luffy's my fuck up, Buggy. He ate the fruit that I was bringing for Ace. The fucking fruit of fucking destiny! That was the punchline 12 years ago. That I thought it was supposed to be Ace— but then it turned out it was going to be Luffy."

Shanks barely paused. The words were tumbling out of his mouth in a stream, a rant— maybe even the raving of a madman.

"The fucking rubber fruit is the fruit of destiny? You're fucking me, right? I mean…" Buggy laughed incredulously. "The kid can stretch, and he's a damn good fighter, a nightmare…real cool, honestly…but it ain't exactly the power to change the world. It's– he's like a stretchy newspaper comic guy." 

Shanks clasped onto Buggy's shirt tightly and he stared up at him again, that dark, almost malicious, desperate gleam in his eye again. 

"It's not the fucking rubber fruit, Buggy. That's what the world government wants you to think. Its a fucking mythic zoan fruit. Its a fucking god fruit, Buggy, and you know what I thought, when I saw that Luffy had eaten it?"

"That this whole thing sounds like the ravings of a dying old man?" Buggy asked with a shaky grin. 

Shanks laughed, terribly. Miserably. 

"Yeah, actually! I thought, fuck, you mean I could have eaten the damned fruit myself? But then I told myself it must have been for Luffy all along. I told myself, well, that's destiny for ya! But now, get this, there's another punchline, Buggy. You'll love this one. You like dark humor, right?"

"Love it, man." Buggy looked down at him. He did, yeah, but not like this. This was just confusing and sad. 

Luffy, Straw Hat Luffy the grinning and shockingly charming little psychopath, had eaten some god fruit that Roger proclaimed was the only thing that'd let someone become Pirate King, by mistake or by destiny?

Madness.

Shanks tugged on Buggy's shirt again. 

"He doesn't want it! He doesn't want to fucking do it! He doesn't want any of it! So you know what that means? Either Luffy's doomed to a fucking destiny he doesn't want, or there's no fucking destiny and I could have eaten the goddamn fruit myself, or it was supposed to be Ace, and you can derail destiny and I did and fucked the whole world in the process!"

Madness. Shanks sounded completely insane.

This was what had driven them apart? This was what Shanks had been doing all these years?

"Hhhhhhhholy fuck." Buggy hissed low through his teeth. This was a lot to take in. A LOT to take in. Destiny, gods, Luffy for some fucking reason, Roger's prophecy appearantly, and Shanks' tangled feelings on the whole mess.

And that was what drove them apart— drove Shanks and Mihawk apart too. 

"Can I be honest here?" 

"Yeah, shoot, go for it, Buggy." Shanks stared up at him, clutching at his shirt for dear life.

"I get you bought into this whole 'god fruit of destiny' thing— and you'd been uh, following that for years even though Ace wound up eatin' another fruit and dying—poor kid. And I get that Luffy ate it and you've been twisting yourself up about if that was meant to happen or if you'd 'fucked up and doomed the world' or whatever…"

He trailed off as he tried to figure out how to say what he meant. "...I just don't get what convinced you that some rubbery god fruit was what was gonna 'save the world' in the first place. I mean, what's the kid gonna do that the rest of us can't?" 

Shanks threw up his hand and laughed. "I don't know! I don't fucking know, Buggy! Be god, I guess! Get the One Piece! I was 15 and I had all my hopes and dreams crushed, and I didn't know what the fuck was going on, and I bet my entire life on what Roger said!"

"Not exactly your best bet if I'm bein' honest Shanksy." Buggy reached out and put his hand on his head again. "I mean, if I'd been told I'd probably be just as fucked up as you though. That— that ain't a great thing to hear when you're already suffering."

He bit his lip before he said "...Luffy doesn't want the destiny, right?" 

"He sure fucking doesn't! He threw me off his ship about it!" Shanks thumped his head against Buggy's chest, his hair pulling taut against his fingers.

"Yeah uh, can't blame him there, Shanksy, for him it probably feels the same way Roger tellin' you that trying to become Pirate King was pointless. Someone he looks up to, ya know, telling him that he, himself, ain't what's important."

Buggy gripped Shanks' hair and gave it a little tug before he petted it. "so I say this, and I want ya to listen closely to me." 

Shanks looked up at him with his dark, almost unhinged gaze again, his lips slightly parted. "I'm listening, Buggy."

Buggy grinned sharply down at him. 

"See, the kid doesn't want that destiny—"

And who could blame him? Being a god was a raw fucking deal. Everyone's expectations and what benefit? It was like being a superstar but everyone expected you to be the one to solve all their problems.

Yikes.

"---So you join Cross Guild, right? And men, a bunch of powerful and dangerous men and women of the sea, we all work together to do what a god can't, or won't. Heh, we make our stand. Take down the World Government's systems just like we've been workin' towards, make real lasting change… even make a charge for the One Piece and save the kid from that destiny he don't want in the process. God or whatever doesn't have to lift a finger, and we take the glory. The world's saved. God or no God." 

Shanks stared at him. And stared, and stared. "You want to save the world. You're serious?"

Buggy rubbed under his nose with a grin. 

"What can I say? I'm the great hero Buggy. The beloved and magnanimous Emperor beloved by the people~. Ask anyone around here, they adore me." 

He leaned down towards Shanks with a wicked chuckle.

"We destroy the World Government's hold on the people, eliminate the systems the Celestial Dragons use to hold power over us? We're free, brother. And with that freedom comes treasure, fame, and power. Just like we always talked about. The people'll even THANK us for it! For acting like fuckin' pirates! Because the Marines and their damn masters are even WORSE than us!" 

Shanks stared at him. And he stared at him.

And he started to laugh, thumping his fist against Buggy's chest. And he laughed, closing his eyes, and thumping him over and over.

"Why not? Why fucking not! It's probably as useless as it is stupid, but why not try? The only other idea I have is to lay down somewhere and drink until I pop! This sounds like a lot more fun. Hell! Maybe it'll even work. And if it doesn't? At least I won't be across the whole fucking sea from you when—"

He broke off and shook his head. Somewhere in his laughter and his thumping, tears had started to quietly roll down Shanks' face again.

Buggy gripped him tighter, his lips parting into a shaky smile as he felt the hot sting of tears in his eyes again, and the burning trail of them down his own face as he started to laugh with him. 

"...damn right you won't be. You'll be right here in our crew of bastards and miscreants, Shanks." He chuckled roughly, hiccuping only a little. "And we'll have a flashy good time as we take the fight to the entire goddamn world— heroes to some and demons to others, right Shanksy?" 

"What a hell of a way to go down," Shanks laughed, rubbing the tears away from his face. "I just want one thing from you, okay, Buggy?"

Buggy blinked down at him, lips salty with tears as he flashed a wide and flashy grin. 

"Yeah Shanksy?" 

"I wanna kiss you again. Can I do that?"

Buggy's face felt hot under the tears as his smile grew warmer, more genuine. "Shanks, I'd been hopin'. I'd been hoping that you'd ask me that for a long damn time." 

Shanks pushed himself up from his knees, and into Buggy's lap instead. He wrapped his arm around his shoulders, and kissed him. It was desperate, like the night before, but less sad. Maybe a little bit more manic.

It was a million times better than the sad and miserable kiss they'd shared over the most awkward dinner he'd ever had. Manic desperation— that was at least something Buggy knew well.

He grabbed him tighter, holding him close on his lap as he kissed him with a matched desperate passion and the smearing of lipstick. 

Shanks bit and sucked eagerly at his lips, pressing his tongue into his mouth. He pushed him down on the bed underneath him, and rubbed his stubbly cheek against his.

"I missed you, Buggy. I spent twenty stupid fucking years missing you."

Buggy fell back against the bed, holding him to his chest with a quiet hiccup of breath as he caught it. 

"You missed me for twenty fucking years? I missed YOU for twenty fuckin' years!" He nuzzled his cheek against him with a whine to his voice as he murmured. "And I kept thinking 'once I get to the Grand Line, I'm gonna find him and snap him outta it or take him down. One way or another' " 

Shanks pressed his face tightly to Buggy's. "Well, you're here, aren't you? And I'm snapped. Oh I am definitely fucking snapped."

He laughed and hugged Buggy tightly.

Shanks had pretty clearly gone absolutely fucking insane. But he'd gone insane a long time ago, too. And what was Cross Guild if not a mad kind of circus? A bunch of pirates trying to change the world in an alliance that everyone the world over called 'absolute madness'.

Yeah—Shanks would fit right in here. Right here with Buggy, a man who'd missed him for two damn decades of wasted time.

"That makes two of us, Shanks." 

[firaloveatea]

Della met Shanks

With a hint of a smile, Della stands at her rustic oven, the aroma of breakfast filling her cozy, sunlit kitchen. Her daughter, Neon, and her little friend, Luffy, sit in the living room of her quaint home, their voices mingling with the chirping of birds outside. With a mix of curiosity and excitement, the children read a book about beetles and bugs, something that had caught Luffy’s attention, so Della bought him a book to help him work on his reading. There are plenty of pictures and information he would want to know. With a determined look, the stubborn boy would sit there and learn those things, even if he didn’t like reading. Neon, on the other hand, reads just fine for her age. Homeschooling the two came as a small challenge for Della as a parent, one she rather enjoys with the young boy’s stubborn streak.

“Breakfast, kids,” Della calls, setting the table.

“Meat!” Luffy shouts, racing into the kitchen with the book to his chest.

“It smells yummy!” Neon exclaims, climbing into her seat.

Della smiles, watching them eat, “what are you two going to do today?” she inquires. As a mother, she is always curious about her children's plans and eager to support their interests. She takes pride in their independence and growing sense of responsibility, even as she worries about their safety and the challenges they might face.

“Probably head to the forest to see if we can find some beetles,” Luffy grins.

“Luffy, we promised Makino we’d help clean the pub!” Neon argues.

The mother smiles as she watches the two bicker over what item they will do first. Seeing an Eight-year-old and seven-year-old making promises to work around the village warms her heart, as she knows she is helping guide the next generation to some level of responsibility.

“You’re children, go play in the woods,” Della tells them. “Catch me some beetles and we can study them before we release them after dinner.” Luffy yells in excitement, flinging his scrambled eggs across the table, “We get to hunt beetles!”

Neon looks at her mother in confusion, trying to understand why her mother would tell her to break a promise. But Della smiles and kisses her daughter’s head, removing some eggs from her hair, “Makino will understand if you go tomorrow.” Neon, torn between her desire to keep her promise and her eagerness to join Luffy in the beetle hunt, pouts a bit, her brows furrowing in thought.

“If you think so,” Neon pouts a bit.

“You sure like doing work for Makino,” Della comments.

“Makino’s really nice, and it’s good to return the favor,” Neon replies.

“All done!” Luffy says, jumping down from his seat and heading for the backdoor.

“Luffy, put your plate in the sink,” Della calls after him.

“Awww,” he whines, returning and following as told.

By the afternoon, the children race into the house, yelling about pirates. Excitement and joy in their voices as they yell over each other. Jumping up and down and tugging on her hands. Guiding her out of the house and to Party’s Pub. A lot of laughter and cheer comes from the building. Even Della hasn’t seen the pub so rowdy unless a village-wide celebration is in swing. Makino will likely need help if the pirates are this energetic, so soon after entering the town, it seems to spell trouble for the village.

“I’m going to see if there are any kids to play with!” a young girl calls out over the cheers, crashing into Della’s legs. “Whoa, sorry!”

“Are you alright?” Della asks, bending down.

The young girl’s red and white hair stood out. Della knew all the kids in town, but this little girl had come off a pirate ship. It surprises her because of how dangerous life on the sea can be, yet she can tell the girl is happy and healthy. Even her clothes are in good condition.

“I’m fine,” the girl smiles, her large purple eyes taking notice of the Luffy and Neon. “Hi! I’m Uta of the Red-Haired Pirates! Do you wanna play?”

Luffy bounces, “Yeah! Yeah!”

Neon looks up to Della, “Can we play with her?”

The swinging doors open as someone steps out, pausing to see the scene of three children interacting with each other and the young woman with wild waves of ebony black waves. The sweet smile on her face toward his daughter is pure, unbiased and kind.

“Of course, show Uta around and bring her back before dark,” Della tells them. With a cheer, all three kids take off. Luffy exclaims about all the cool things he wants to show Uta. At the same time, Neon tells him that they should see what Uta wants to do. Della can’t help but chuckle as the three go back and forth before using rock, paper, scissors. Luffy losing to the girls.

“Well, I’m glad Uta is making friends,” a man’s voice says. Della turns around to find a man with red hair and three scars over his left eye. The air around him is relaxed but she could sense the beast under that calm and cheerful state. “And here I thought, some local kids wouldn’t play with a pirate’s kid.”

“We don’t judge that easily,” Della assures him. “Neon might be cautious, but Luffy is reckless.”

“Both of them yours?” the man asks.

Della shakes her head, “No, just the girl, but I look after Luffy for his grandfather.”

“I’m Shanks, by the way,” he introduces himself. “I’m captain of this crew, so any complaints come right to me.”

The name rings a bell in her mind, yet she cannot pinpoint it. Someone spoke the name to her before, but she can’t recall the context around Shanks being used.

He extends his hand out to her, which Della takes, “I’m Chaos Della. I’ll keep that in mind, though I doubt they’ll be too much of a bother.”

Shanks's dark eyes look her up and down before his gaze returns to the children. “I feel we will spend some time together, Della.”

“Well, the children need some level of looking after,” she agrees.

[endless-brainrot]

OH I AM SO DOING THIS

1: HAHAHA being a loser.

2: my mortal enemy ren

3: tied between my two best enemies

4: RED PANDAS!!! if i had one i would name it pine because osomatsus signature animal is a red panda and matsu means pine

5: RED

6: figurines and posters (nerd momen)

7: i can sit down and play video games for 10 hours straight. and i have done this before (minus the bathroom breaks)

8: i could literally not care less i just wear a hoodie and tracksuit pants

9: you wouldnt catch me DEAD with makeup on skfmsjks

10: i dont watch movies much uh uuuh. goncharov

11: TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES (2012) AND RISE OF THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES (watching them both at the same time for some reason)

12: i have watched SO MANY. BNHA, haikyuu!!, osomatsu-san, danganronpa, senyuu, toradora, toilet-bound hanako-kun, the silent voice, pretty much any studio ghibli movie, a whisker away, little witch academia, yu-gi-oh!, hyouka, seraph of the end, your name, words bubble up like soda pop, smile precure, precure dokidoki(?), sonic x, bungou stray dogs, mairimashita! iruma-kun, mob psycho 100, and more i am probably forgetting

13: I LOVE MUSIC!!!! LITERALLY EVERYTHING TO ME I L O V E IT. also my favorite singer is araki hes amazing go listen to his cover of urusaaa愛 PLEASE

14: bug my enemies or mindlessly scroll tumblr

15: two + one of those like. plushie pillows?

16: dont really have trouble, and it depends on the dream hrnshks

17: im not autistic so uuh n/a. BUT i do like agares picero! (<-the only blorbo who is not a total wet cat)

18: I CANT GET A PHOTI RIGHT NOW BUT ITS A PICTURE OF LUFFY AND I LOVE IT

19: RPG by soramafuurasaka! its what introduced me to japanese music and utaite :D

20: IT HAS BEEN SO GOOD BEVAUSE IVE BEEN BINGEWATCHING ROTTMNT

gonna tag um!!! @rowynri @sunsetsongwind @everyonesfavoritebastard if you guys wajt to do it

not a dream

Hey everyone, I've thought about some cute questions for you to answer so here they go, leave the answers in the replies or reblogs and tag people who you want to answer said questions as well. You don't have to answer all of the questions, no pressure, answer the ones you like if that's easier for you!

What's one thing that your friends say that applies to you? Like a quirk or something they know you for? Something they associate with you always?

Who inspires you in your life? I don't mean a celebrity, but a person you know, brag about someone incredible that is your inspiration.

Who do you consider to be your favorite person and why?

What's your favorite kind of animal? If you lived with said animal, what would you name them? If you have said animal, what is their name?

What color is your most recent obsession?

What's a little decor item that you want to own in the future?

Do you have any mundane but cute "talent"/thing you can do? Something just slightly unusual but also completely usual?

Do you like fashion? What kind of a dresser are you? More casual? Fancy?

Do you wear makeup? What's your go-to makeup look? If you don't wear makeup, have you ever thought of wearing it?

Recommend us one movie that the critics/public didn't like that much when it came out but you personally think is a hidden gem!

What show are you watching right now? Recommend it to us!

Have you ever watched an anime? If yes, which one?

What's your favorite kind of art medium? Recommend us an artist or show us an art piece (could be music, painting, crochet, whatever) that you really love!

What do you like to do when you are bored?

How many pillows do you sleep with, if any?

Do you have trouble with sleeping? Do you remember your dreams a lot or forget them as soon as you wake up?

Who is one cool character in something you've seen in your life that you hyperfocused on at a time in your life.

Show us your current phone case!

Recommend people a song that has meant a lot to you sometime in your life and share us the story about if you'd like.

How has your day been so far?

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