#man… Saobody…..

[what-the-fuck-khr]

I follow this One Piece manga blog that’s going through the whole manga with commentary and stuff it’s good. anyways they’re on Saobody right now. ah

[aquilapolariz]

memento mori (trafalgar law x reader)

Summary: You can’t help but notice Law’s obsession with death.

Notes/Warnings: Spoilers for Law’s background, headcanon HEAVY, happens right after Punk Hazard

Word Count: 1.6k | Read below the cut or on Ao3 here!

“I’ll be damned,” you started, “so Luffy really can rope anyone into his schemes. Even a Warlord.” You walked over to him, finding a spot by his side aboard the Thousand Sunny. “Ah, excuse me, ex-warlord.”

He looked at you in the corner of his eye, his head refusing to turn away from the shore Punk Hazard. “It’s out of necessity,” Law mumbled.

“My captain wants the same thing you want- necessity and coincidence are all you need.”

Law grasped his sword, holding it tight, trying to seek some comfort. “It’s only the second time running into you Strawhats, but both those times have been…chaotic. Feels like a little more than a coincidence.”

You think back to Saobody and seeing Law for the first time in the flesh; he was handsome, cocky, and intriguing. The holder of the Opu Opu no Mi, and a doctor no less- the perfect complement to his devil fruit, you noted.

Power gravitates to power. Luffy seemed to pull in both Eustass Kidd and Trafalgar Law when they fought off the Navy outside the Celestial Dragon’s auction house.

Intellect gravitates to intellect. As the Strawhat’s Devil fruit researcher, you knew that the Opu Opu no Mi was one of the most versatile fruits to exist. As Law fought, you observed. With just one word he established a room and stood in the same spot in order to fight, separating people’s limbs from their bodies. Why is he tossing some Navy guy’s head in his hand like a baseball? What a weird guy. You laughed to yourself, letting the three supernovas effortlessly take out the marines.

A long two years later, aboard the Sunny, and Law looked as handsome as ever. But his weariness was revealed in his constant scowl. He was tired, seemingly ready to throw his life away. Even the setting sun, fiery and blazing, couldn’t seem to melt the ice in his cold eyes.

“Must be fate then,” you concluded. Rather, intervention for Law’s state of mind in the form of your crew.

Your attentive gaze was always noticed by his own, even at Saobody. You looked at him with curiosity as if you could read his every thought, as if you desperately wanted to. If this was a battle of observation and wit, then so be it. Law was a complex man, and you would love to pick apart his brain, and as much as he was loath to admit, he would love to pick apart yours.

“Chopper told me you healed the kids from Caesar’s drug. Thank you,” you said kindly as the Sunny drifted away from Punk Hazard, the children and the Marines waving goodbye.

“You shouldn’t thank me. They still have to go through painful treatment,” Law said.

“So the Opu Opu no Mi has limits?”

“If I could cure everything, I would. Those children have been consistently consuming that drug for over a year. It’s part of their bloodstream at this point. They’ll have to deal with withdrawals, their abnormal body sizes, reintegrating back into society, and any residual effects we don’t know about.”

You breathed in, savoring the salty air that you missed during the chaos at Punk Hazard. “They will suffer, true. But at least…it’ll be a little less than it was before. Their families have missed them.”

Law gritted his teeth. He felt ashamed, complicit in those children’s pain for so long. How dare he call himself a doctor?

“Why do you, as a doctor, have the word ‘death’ on your hand?” Your hand shot out to grab his wrist. You brought it close to your face, studying his tattoo. “A little contradictory for someone who seems to take his job seriously.”

“It’s a memento mori of sorts,” he replied vaguely. Your hand on his sent unfamiliar- and unwanted- shivers up his spine.

“A reminder of mortality, huh?” Law nodded, impressed.

He nodded, “It’s also plastered on the side of my submarine.” It’s been a while since he’s seen his trusty yellow vessel, his Jolly Roger painted black next to the word “DEATH,” just like his own tattoos.

“That I believe. Wait, you have a submarine?” Law noticed your eyes light up as they looked at him.

“Yeah, the Polar Tang.”

You hummed, imagining how wondrous it would be to see the depths of the ocean every single day at sea. “Did you become a surgeon before or after eating your devil fruit?”

“After, I guess.” He called himself a surgeon ever since he extracted White Lead Disease from his own body. A doctor since the age of twelve, only by necessity.

“You guess?” You questioned.

“I guess,” Law smirked.

“You said your devil fruit has limits…?”

“Of course, it can only do so much.”

“I think…I get it now.”

Law raised an eyebrow.

“With your fruit, you are the perfect doctor. But even then…” Your eyes traced the letters on Law’s fingers.

He slowly took his hand out of your grasp. “People still die,” he said.

“Doctors know death better than anyone, huh?” You said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

His eyes widened. After being constantly surrounded by idiots, being in your presence was refreshing, enjoyable even. “Did your research, it seems.”

You shook your head. “Research alone wouldn’t tell me something like that. Plus, I’m sure I’m missing some details.”

And you were. Law knows Death all too well. Death from sickness. His sister, his parents. Death from murder. Corazon. Death by his own hand. The hundreds of pirates whose hearts he gave away to the Navy. The death he hopes to deliver to Doflamingo. To stray away from death would be to stray away from his identity, so clearly conveyed in the ink on his fingers.

“My tattoos constantly remind me of what I’m trying to get my patients to avoid. Sure, it’s a memento mori, but it’s not only for my own sake. It’s for everyone’s, especially the lives I hold in my hand, both as a captain and a doctor.”

No one ever questioned the presence of his tattoos, his fascination with death. Many assumed he just wanted to be an edgy doctor-pirate, living up to his unsettling name of Surgeon of Death. But those inquisitive eyes of yours seemed to see right through him, down to the depths of his very being, past all of those preconceived notions. You seemed to hang onto every word he said, urgently and desperately, making him feel like he was the only person in the world when you spoke to him.

“It’s just that,” he felt his breath catch in his throat, “it’s always a good thing to remind ourselves that we’re not immortal. Even if I help some live longer, it’s only just that. Death is the one thing I can guarantee everyone- I can’t promise life.”

The fiery sunlight danced upon the waters of the ocean, closer than ever to melting away Law’s icy gaze.

“So…how’d you end up a surgeon?”

“My father was one,” he said dismissively, “and I just happened to eat the perfect devil fruit for that line of work.”

“A mighty coincidence,” you noted amusedly, well-aware that Law wasn’t telling you everything.

And Law, too, was aware that you could see that.

“How’d someone as observant as you end up on a crew of idiots?”

You shrugged. “They’re not all idiots though,” you said, glancing at Franky tinkering with his latest device as Robin watched.

“Could join my crew instead.” Law cringed at his own words as soon as they left his mouth. Would he even be alive when all the dust has settled in Dressrosa? What would be the point of you joining his crew if he wasn’t there? But his body and mind, under stress and anticipation since Luffy arrived on Punk Hazard, knew he needed someone like you, now more than ever. And so he spoke it without a thought.

How quickly curiosity gravitates to curiosity.

You rolled your eyes. “Gotta give me something worth leaving this for,” you gestured broadly at the Sunny.

“Like I said, I have a submarine. It’s a whole other world down there.”

“You’ve probably seen things that no pirate has ever even dreamed of seeing, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s like Fishman Island, multiplied by a thousand.”

“Fishman Island really was beautiful…I would like to visit your Polar Tang one day. As a visitor,” you clarified. “There’s a reason I’m on this crew- everyone helps each other to live life to the absolute fullest.” A sting of jealousy pierces his heart as Law watches you look at your crew fondly, with all the love in the world. He feels his heart skip a beat despite your expected rejection to join his crew. You sighed. “Law, it’s like you said. Death is sure to happen but…in the meantime, we can’t forget to live.”

But how could he do that when he had a soul to avenge? Corazon’s soul- a death that weighed heavy on his heart, one that he swore to never forget.

“To live?” He asked, his voice shaky as veins in his hands started to feel like pins and needles.

“To live is to laugh…is to cry, to love, to feel.” You tore your eyes away from the crew to look at the broken man before you. “It’s to be free.”

Those words sounded oddly familiar. Corazon’s last words echoed in Law’s mind: “You are now…truly free.” Looking at you, the ice in his eyes started to thaw. With every blink, the details in your face were becoming blurry, the Sunny feeling like it came to a full stop.

A wave of nostalgia washed over Law as he stared at his tattooed fingers. As he squinted at them, the five letters on each finger, spelling out the word DEATH, started to blur. In his vision, those same letters started to waver, each one morphing into entirely new letters. With you in his periphery, he mumbled out the new word that it formed:

“Alive.”

~bonus:

“…Is this…how (Y/N) flirts?” Usopp asked Nami as they hid behind the tangerine trees.

“Through an interrogation? Yeah, seems about right.”

“Hey, what are you guys whispering abo-?” Luffy said.

Nami pulled him behind the tangerine tree. “Shhh!”

“Why does Tra-guy seem to only like talking to (Y/N)?” Luffy frowned.

“Because-“

“Could join my crew,” Law said to you in the distance.

“OH SO HE’S TRYING TO STEAL THEM FROM THE CREW, GUM-GUM ELEPHANT GUN!!!!!!!”

Usopp and Nami threw themselves onto their captain to prevent him from transforming, “LUFFY NOOOOOOOO.”

[veryace-ficrecs]

One Piece Time Loop Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Nice To Meet You by too_addicted_to_fiction - Rated E

Same thing, every day. Bepo enters, Shachi offers a newspaper, and then Law wakes up. They check out the competition on Saobody, and then Mugiwara no Luffy wreaks havoc. Fight, sleep, repeat. AKA Law's stuck in a time loop, but he's not the only one...

But If Not Tomorrow by 8ball - Rated T

What if it was all as simple as asking, Zoro thought. Everything coming down to him just opening his mouth and saying a few words, rather than waiting, or fighting, or watching. What if being a man of action wasn't quite enough anymore, now that he wasn't some lone bounty hunter. (Groundhog Day au, where the local swordsman gets a little more lost than usual)

The Stages by auspizien - Rated T

After Zoro dies from a mysterious illness, Sanji is given the chance to correct it… again. And again. And again.

You, Drowning Between My Arms by ginger_snappin - Rated T

Usopp freezes. Stares. Tries to comprehend a single thing that’s happening. “Sanji…” he tries after a moment. “That was yesterday.” The cook slams his metal bowl of perfectly peaked whipped cream onto the counter. The mountains of white sugar fall flat. “No. It. Wasn’t.” “What wasn’t?” Luffy asks from the open door. Now it’s Usopp’s turn to jump in surprise. “NOTHING-!” “I stupidly turned down Usopp three days ago, not fucking yesterday!” Sanji screams. - Again and again, Sanji is forced to relive the day after he rejected Usopp.

the years between us by losingcontrolnow - Rated T

Zoro feels so pathetic, so weak and all he can think back to is him getting on his knees in front of Mihawk so he’d never have to feel so weak again. Still, the tears come — a disgusting tidal wave and he buries his face in the collar of Sanji’s shirt to hide from Sanji’s knowing gaze. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” Zoro says, so softly that he isn’t even sure if Sanji hears him. “We’ll figure it out.” Sanji says, running his hand through the tuft of Zoro’s hair. “Don’t we always?”

Zoro wakes up on the day before his birthday. Then it happens again. And again.

What Happens when the Depths do Stir? by Anonymous - Rated G

It was a normal, average day when Monkey D Garp disappeared from Marineford. It was a normal, average day when that action changed the balance of the seas and brought many questions forth. It was a normal, average day when Garp woke up and decided he could no longer stay.

Somewhere I Have (Never) Travelled by alpha_hydra - Rated G

Now: the sun rises, and Ace lives. AKA, Ace lives, but it takes a while to get us there.

Time Turned Fragile by sinelanguage - Rated M

The first time Sanji dies cracks Reiju’s mask of indifference. Unfortunately for her, the first time Sanji dies is not the last.

Just One More by Anonymous - Rated T

Every D has a Gift, and every Gift has consequences. This is the story of an old man who remembers too much, and just wants to see his grandsons survive.

night runs over by lunarshores - Rated T

The New World is strange. There's not much to predict it, but Marco's definitely learned to be careful what he wishes for in the future. If he ever gets to the future.

Rerun by Nadare - Rated M

After Sanji is killed during battle, Zoro is thrilled when he gets to redo the day. At least until he realizes it's part of a terrible pattern that he must find a way to unravel to save Sanji's life for good.

[aarid]

i think zoro gets lost for a reason.

right so i never see this talked about anywhere and like, i’m still not caught up (early wano and largely unspoiled hello), but. i noticed something at the beginning of one piece. (continuing under the cut)

so i might not be spoiled for all the big recent story beats, but i only started watching a year ago, and i’ve been into anime for longer than one piece has been around so like, i knew things. and one of the things i knew is that zoro gets lost. it’s a Thing. he was the straw hat i had the most interest in at the beginning, and is the one i’m most comfortable writing now, so i was doing the Writer Thing (tm) of picking apart the character’s actions the entire time you’re watching, right? right. so, zoro doesn’t get lost even once until alabasta. alubarna, even! in fact, he doesn’t get lost until after his fight with mr 1. you know. the fight where he activates this weird power where he can hear his swords all of a sudden and learns to cut metal. this weird power we don’t have a name for until saobody/amazon lily/impel down. so what i’m saying is that zoro had perfectly fine sense of direction until he accidentally activated his observation haki, not knowing what it was, and turned the dial to max. he gets lost because he’s hearing colors, man. he also DOESN’T get lost in dressrosa when he’s chasing after what? his swords. which he can hear. despite the fact that he will turn left when the entire group he is following turns right (enies lobby, hello). because it’s observation haki. probably very incredibly advanced observation haki that he does not realize he is using, just like ANOTHER KIND OF HAKI he has been using arguably since at LEAST saobody (i can’t remember if it happened before that) that he had no idea he was using, bc he’s been doing the same shit shanks did on the sea king when luffy was 7 this whole damn time. anyway he’s my favorite and he’s a stupid animal and i think the fact that he could go north with no problem in syrup village and go hunting and get back in little garden without any issues and also not get lost in the desert in alabasta was on purpose.

[mynameisraniel]

WIP

What Has Gone Before

Two years ago, Pirate King Gol D. Roger and his crew sailed to the final island of the Grand Line. That accomplished, he disbanded the legendary Roger Pirates,sending his crew off to fulfill their own dreams.

One year ago, that same Pirate King was executed by the Marines at Roguetown, the island known as the beginning and the end. His final words, that the One Piece was real and extorting anyone to find it, kick started the Great New Pirate Era. There were a few of his crew hidden in the large crowd that witnessed Roger's valiant end, among them his two apprentices.

Now: One month after the execution. Saobody Island.

Two figures trudged up the dusty path from the nearest dock. One was tall and broad, one shorter and slimmer. Both were smeared with the same aura of grief and weariness and the stains of travel. The older man has blond hair that just touched his shoulders, round spectacles that shielded his sea-gray eyes, and blond goatee that was showing some silver. This was Silvers Rayleigh, the first mate and right hand of Gol D. Roger, Rayleigh the Dark King. With his bag slung over his shoulder he didn't look much like any kind of royalty.

The smaller younger figure had hair of an astonishing red, shaggy to his shoulders and falling over his cat-slant eyes. A worn straw hat covered his bonfire hair, suspenders holding his rough trousers up over his simple white shirt. This was Shanks, former apprentice of the Roger Pirates, just a scant year or two from founding his own famous crew. Right now he was tired and hungry and sad.

Rayleigh glanced down and rested a kind hand on the young man's shoulder. “Not long now, lad. The bar is just up the top of the hill.” Shanks lifted his head attempting to sight the building in the light of the sinking sun.

“You never did tell me why we had to come all this way to this particular bar.” He walked on a pace or two before he realized that his companion, one of the men who has raised him from an infant, was no longer walking beside him. Shanks stopped himself and looked back. Rayleigh had the oddest expression on his face, chagrin maybe, or maybe the face of a man who just realized he has been Dumb.

“Ah, about that. Uhm,” the older pirate rubbed at the back of his neck as he spoke, “You do know that I'm married, don't you Shanks?” From the poleaxed stare on the boy's face Rayleigh figured that particular detail had escaped the normally knife-sharp apprentice. “Yeeeahhh I'm married. My wife owns a bar here on Saobody, Shakky's Rip-Off Bar. We live above it and that's where you and I are headed.” He started walking again, turning Shanks as he passed and giving the lad a gentle shove to get him moving. “Ï guess you may have some questions.”

“Yes I have questions!” The red-haired young man sounded indigent and very much appalled at his mentor. “Rayleigh, you slept your way through most of the islands we visited for as long as I can remember!” Whoever this wife was, if she was, surely deserved better! Shanks himself had a few notches on his belt in that department but he wasn't married! “How can you be married??”

“Ah we have an arrangement, lad. People do that from time to time. So long as everyone is consenting and in agreement with the the conditions of said arrangement, there are all sorts of relationships.” They topped the hill and there was the bar is all its shabby pale green glory. It looked much like what it was, a disreputable joint where you might get a punch in the mouth as easily as a beer or a companion. Oh shit. There was something else he needed to mention! Rayleigh stopped some twenty feet from the door and looked at Shanks. “One more surprise I need to explain. I also have a -“ The door of the bar banged open and a small body charged at the pair.

Fast, a blur of black hair and skinny tanned arms and legs, blue overalls worn on a weedy frame and bare feet slapping in the dust. What was either a tiny tornado or a very energetic child slammed into Rayleigh's legs, rocking the man back as it clasped its thin arms around him. “DA!”

“This is my daughter, Mariko. Riko, this is my friend Shanks. I've told you about him” He dropped his hand onto the shiny black hair with a fond gesture that sent jealous stab through the staring boy. That kind of thing was for himself and Buggy not some skinny twig.

The twig turned eyes as grey as the Dark King's on the taller boy, all big eyes and pointy chin. “Hanks.” it repeated in a high voice, a lisp of the S sound telling her age as much as her tiny stature. “Ï'm Riko. You hafta be nice to me cause I'm little.”'She sounded very sure of this, hanging off her very tall father's legs.

“Oh yeah? Who says so?” Shanks wanted to be cross and dislike this dirty faced brat that was mauling his mentor but that wasn't very mature was it, Shanks? Besides. Kids can be cute, eventually. He squatted down from his height of 10 years seniority to be on eye level with the girl. “You can't just make people be nice to you, brat.”

[quinntamsin]

Standing on her hand she felt her balancing on the top of the tower as she watched the bedraggled procession below. On Grove 1, the Human Shop, a suit wearing man with a bubbled helmet and turnip shaped hair wandered below. Among him wandered a blowfish-man and a woman. Both wore thick iron collars around their necks with chains leading to the mans hand. His ridiculous suit and hair declared him one of the World Nobles. A guttural growl erupted from her throat as she felt the fur erupt all over her skin. Light white fur covered in black dappling. And it required all of her strength to not  unleash her Devil Fruit. --- Hey guys, to fight away my depression I decided to delve back into One Piece, and Holy Shit, I finally made it through Saobody! So clarify unlike before I will not be doing a Saga wide plot review, instead I'm going to write out my thoughts on the arcs I watch as I recharge further from this past summers assortment of shows. Yes, I will be doing Andor, but it will be a bit for me to work up to it! Now, going straight into Saobody the reappearance of Hatchin was a nice touch. Camie while kind of ditzy was such a damn lovable character! Papagu as a sort of foolish rasta hat wearing sartfish only took the cake. This series is all about the high level absurdism that is in this series. We go from just a wandering lost Mermaid to flying motorcycle fish. But I digress. As the team leaves Thriller Bark they find themselves right at the wall of rock that is the Redline. A massive line of mountains (as best as we can describe it) that encircle the entirety of the world. It is the Redline and the strange Grand Line Ocean which split the One Piece world into the Four Blues. So seeing it in person outside of Reverse Mountain is pretty amazing. Now switching back to Camie, her lead up with the Macro Gang and the Flying Fish Riders was more slapstick than actual fight. Learning that a lowly shitty gangster had his life ruined by a bad art piece of Sanji is pretty hilarious in a way. But what took the cake of this mini-arc was Luffy defeating Duval with just a glance. A great lead in to Haki (which was see earlier in the series with Skypeia and the meet up between Shanks and Whitebeard). We get an idea of how these folks wanted to kidnap Camie as a get-rich-quick scheme. But as we pop in Saobody we get a really taste of the horror of the World Nobles. A man, Devil Dias, escapes only to die as his collar explodes. Later said World Nobles appear and shoot the man because dared to run away and demand to see his family again. What is truly horrific about this scene is how no one moves to heavily Dias. They all ignore him and shudder in terror knowing that the Nobles can enslave them on the spot without question. In this world, the World Government, treats its ultra-rich bubble helmet suit wearing Nobles as "Gods". They're even called "Celestial Dragons", a pretty apt allegory for the uber rich. Any billionaire in this day and age could easily be any one of the Rosewards. When Camie is kidnapped I was horrified as the auction scene became the next focus. Even with Handsome Duval (yes I'm using this title sarcastically) and his crew offering some light humor, there's nothing light about it. So, we get everyone but the Monster Trio in to save Camie and as the slaves are sold she finally almost has a chance to be saved. Nami has a plan! Using every single ounce of treasure from their last big score they'll save her. Too bad that one of the fucking Dragons decides to just bid on her with 500 million! This scene raises the despair of this particular arc, and as all hell breaks lose Luffy and the rest of his top fighters storm the hall only to raise the stakes. Hatchin jumps in and ends up getting shot in only what can be described as a blatant racist show of the terrible humans of One Piece! Seeing Luffy punch Charlos Roseward into the ground was damn satisfying just as it was for someone to land on his shitty father. And when all seems lost a literal fucking legend pops up to save them all! Yeah, this Arc really just as dramatic as any other. Back on topic, what we see here is a pretty lengthy combat scene where the Strawhats are driven to the brink. It's only a matter of time before they break! In this island archipelago of wondrous bubbles and massive mangroves, the very amusement park is just a trap for traffickers. Now, almost immediately after Rayleigh dismisses everyone in a singular moment we get just a singular reprieve. With an episode Admiral Kizaru appears along with the Pacifista. As the Strawhats try to run they are picked off one by one. Each of the Kuma cyborg clones easily takes out members of the Worst Generation as they wield the light of the Pika Pika no Mi. This sudden change from quiet to the increasing despair of the end of this arc was bone chilling. Watching Kizaru stand over both Zoro and later Sanji ready to kill them as, damn. We almost get a sense of triumph just before the Pacifistas are told to step aside by the real Kuma. As he uses his Paw Paw powers to sent the Strawhats away we see Luffy losing it bit by bit. Every bit of safety and support he's built for years is being carved away. No matter how good the Strawhats think they are, they cannot defeat a fucking admiral. Conclusion This Arc is a start up for the Summit War, a story about how you can't always win. That the Bad Guys can and will outthink the hero and that yes, you an't save everyone. I know the end of this story, but I want to experience first hand so I wrote this as a separate piece for my thoughts on the Saga. I plan on doing Amazon Lily and Impel Down soon, but for now this is all the energy I have in me! Hottakes:

The Rosey Riders sans Flying FIsh Riders are a ridiculous crew. I adore them.

Kizaru is a fucking genocidal asshole only matched by Akainu

I like how they really pushed how dangerous Haki is in this especially with Sentomarou using it to hurt Luffy.

Elon Musk is a fucking Celestial Dragon.

This Arc makes me hate the World Government More.

I hardcore ship Sanji and Zoro now for some damn reason, probably because I read a Trans Sanji story!

Nami is amazing, I loved how she's mastering her weather powers.

Sanji firing away in futile attempts against Kizaru just made me want to sob as he wanted to defend his friends.

The scene where Luffy recalled his hardest memories with his crew made me cry so damn hard.

[oneprompt]

Hi 👉👈😖

Ok look....I know i requested two times already for the same character but....could I have some headcanons about Zoro falling in love? Like how he would notice and what would he do? Mabey the process of it?? Idk if Im explainig myself well 😅

With female chubby reader if u dont mind 😶

(Zoro's my favorite as u can see lmaooo )

At this point might as well be known as the "Cherry the mosshead lover" xddd

But really do u mind if the same person requested more than twice here? I don't want to bother u, so pls don't feel obligated answering my request thank u

authors note : hello once again ! <3 it’s 100% allowed for the same people to request as much as they wan , i have no problem with it in the slightest <33 this is a very cute prompt , especially for a man like zoro ! i hope you enjoy <33

Zoro x Chubby! Female! Reader , Zoro Falling in Love Headcanons

• Zoro doesn’t notice anything amiss with himself as at first, not even in the slightest. He’s not a very emotional man, it gives him a long time to remember such a thing

• But as his feelings intensify, he begins to notice. And boy, Zoro does not like that one bit. It’s not that he’s mad that it’s you he has fallen for, he’s just mad he fell for anyone! He’s a swordsman, they have no time for romance... Right?

• Zoro isn’t the type to try and get closer to his crush, no. He’d most likely act the same, still distant and what not. But, he’ll probably get flustered easily if you praise him for his sword skills or anything. But! He’s quick to hide such a face by walking away from you.

• He’ll talk to you, yes, but he may be avoidant. At least, he won’t be intiating interactions. Zoro believes if he doesn’t look at you or talk to you, the feelings will go away. Poor guy, that’s not how love works at all! It’s a never ending force.

• If you confront him on it, Zoro doesn’t know what to say. He can’t blow you off and swear at you, it’s not like you’re that demoness Nami or that shitty cook... He’ll probably cave in and rant to you about how you make him feel. Not in a cute way, no. Essentially, he’ll tell you how ‘weird’ and ‘gross’ you make him feel. What bad words to explain such an emotion. It leaves you both puzzled and insulted. You grossed him out? Over what!?

• His feelings would be painfully obvious to the rest of the crew and they’d certainly push for you and Zoro to be alone. Wether splitting up when you all dock at an island, making you two team up and so on. But even in such obviously right moments, Zoro won’t say a thing.

• Once each Straw Hat has to split away for the two year gap, Zoro will definitely take his sweet time reflecting on his feelings for you. And having Perona in his ear whilst he’s with Mihawk... Oh God. It’s never ending with her, as she babbles on about why Zoro is an idiot for acting the way he did and so on.

• After having Perona fill Zoro’s head with the ‘right’ ways to explain his feelings to a woman and what not to do, Zoro keeps those close to his heart, waiting for the day you both meet again in Saobody. He waited it out, being one of the few people on the Sunny once you arrived.

• Even as he was coached by Perona, he still does awfully at confessing to you. It’s a lot of mumbling and shouting, a sincerely odd confession. Despite the horrible speech he gave you to claim his love towards you, you accept, of course. You could tell how hard that was for him, plus.. you had always felt the same way. So, what would be the point of dragging him down over having such a lousy confession?

[bottlepiecemuses]

Saobody auction house has a special price for exotic races with a mark. Similar to kings tattoo it was 100M only for feeding info of an existing Lunarian to the WG. Imagine bringing one over. The auction house would be sold out, filled with big-time buyers and Celestial Dragons. And since Arber is an ability-user as well, that would exponentially boost his value

Man, your observation might have a point. That laurel print might have not been a coincidence at all. It could have been hinting about finding a Lunarian which would be the rarest ones to find besides three eyes. Seriously, just imagine how much poor Arber would be paid for if he was instead sold to an Auction House as you said everyone would be itching to have him. Seriously, it makes me again emphasize this guy could never have a normal life except as a pirate or probably even a Revolutionary.

[vannahfanfics]

Hiya dear 💕 for the fifth place winner fluff alphabet tier, I choose Luffy~ ✨

Ahhh! Yes, our adorable bean of a captain! Hehe, I hope you like it, dearie~

Fluff Alphabet: Monkey D. Luffy

A-   Activities: How do they spend their time with their s/o?

We all know that Luffy adores adventures, and of course, that’s the number-one activity he enjoys with his s/o! He’ll cart his s/o off into all kinds of gallivants, whether they’re grand-scale explorations of islands on the Grand Line or little trips into port to get into whatever trouble they can. Fun is the most important thing to him, so naturally he’ll want to share all his life’s memorable moments with the person he loves most by his side.

Luffy also loves to sit on the bulkhead of the ship with his s/o with them seated on his lap, cradling them in his arms. Luffy’s one true love is freedom, which is perfectly encapsulated in the wide, ever-expanding blue of the rolling sea. He could sit there for hours gazing off into the nothingness dreaming of what lies beyond the horizon, and he loves to share those special moments with his s/o. Sometimes they’ll sit in silence, just gazing, and other times they’ll chatter excitedly about what could be hidden in the sparkling waters. Either way, it’s one of his favorite things to do, even more so now that he has someone to share his wonderings with.

B-    Body: What does this character appreciate about their s/o? What part of their body are they most proud of, and in reverse, what body part are they ashamed of and how do they respond to their s/o gushing over it?

Luffy’s mind is a bit… strange when it comes to attraction. He’s not geared to feel a high level of physical attraction or pick out the favorite parts of his partner. He loves them, all of them; how could he pick a favorite? Luffy loves his s/o from their head to their toes, and he’s gonna shower love in all those places!

Likewise, Luffy isn’t one affected by body-related self-esteem issues. However, one sore spot of his is the X-shaped scar on his torso, the fruits of his two-year training stint on Amazon Lilly. It’s a personal reminder of Ace’s death, and though he can most of the time wear it as a badge of honor for growing strong enough to take on the New World, sometimes it also reminds him that he wasn’t strong enough to protect the things that matter most. When he gets in these low states of mind, he feels better when his partner lovingly strokes the scar tissue whispering consoling things. It doesn’t take much for him to bounce back, and then he’s initiating cuddles as thanks.

C-    Cuddles: Is this character a cuddler? What is their favorite way to cuddle?

Holy shit. Cuddle this boy. He loves it; he lives for the cuddles. This man will literally walk around cuddling, smothering his s/o like a mama penguin as they waddle around deck doing whatever. This baby loves, loves, loves physical affection and cuddles are the best in his mind. Luffy’s favorite way to cuddle is either A. cuddling on the bulkhead of the ship while staring at the sea or B. spooning, where he’s the big spoon spidermonkeying all over his s/o, limbs wrapped around them to pull them impossibly close. Cuddle this baby. Please. You will have his whole ass heart.

D-   Dreams: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

We all know Luffy’s dream— become Pirate King! This dream controls pretty much his entire life, but don’t think that his s/o is brushed to the side because of this! In actuality, they go hand in hand. He takes great pride in the idea of his s/o being there for his greatest accomplishment. Really; it doesn’t extend farther than that; marriage and settling down are not things he is thinking about. He wants to become Pirate King and sail the seas with his s/o by his side, and that’s all he needs.

E-    Equivalence: Is this character the dominant force in the relationship, are they passive, or is the relationship more or less even?

Luffy, whether he is aware of it or not, presents a more or less even relationship. He’s stubborn and obstinate and has a one-track mind, but he never tries to make decisions for his s/o, at least in terms of the relationship. The last thing he wants to do is control anyone, let alone the person he loves. Relationships with Luffy are rollercoasters, but thankfully not difficult because he very much understands the concept of give-and-take.

F-    Fights: How does this character respond to arguments with their s/o? What would they fight about, and who would cave and apologize first?

Luffy is stubborn and reckless, and this can grate s/o’s who are either unused to his behavior, or cannot control their anxiety over the various misadventures he ends up in. However, Luffy doesn’t understand most of the time why his s/o gets upset; he can handle himself so just have faith! It’s difficult for him to grasp the idea that an s/o is going to worry over him because the idea of losing him is unbearable, and logic does not apply. So Luffy is gonna pout and grump and mope.

Most of the time, it is him who apologizes first. He doesn’t like his s/o being mad at him. He’ll slink in after bed that night to wrap his s/o up in his arms and bury his face into their hair, grunting about how he’s sorry and he’ll try to do better. He does mean it, and he does try, but he just can’t help himself most of the time…

G-   Gratitude: How does this character show their s/o that they are grateful?

Luffy’s a pretty straightforward guy, so he’ll come right out and say that he’s grateful for things his s/o has done, or even just existing. He’ll wrap them up in a great big snuggly hug while sporting a big grin and just lay on the praise. It doesn’t matter who’s around, either, so it can be embarrassing for some! But he just adores his s/o, and wants them to know that.

H-   Honeymoon: If this character had a honeymoon with their s/o, where would they go?

Luffy understands the concept of a honeymoon, but he doesn’t get the importance of going off somewhere without all his friends. He’d definitely insist on just carrying on going about their adventures, like it’s one great big honeymoon itself! If his s/o puts up enough of a fight (or begins to cry, oh no), he’ll definitely relent and just tell them to choose. He wants his s/o to be happy, and if that means taking some time away from sailing, then he’ll do it gladly. Just please don’t cry.

I-      Insecurity: What is this character insecure about? How do they deal with their insecurities with their s/o?

Luffy and “insecurity” seemingly exist in the same sentence. Luffy is very confident in himself for the most part. However, his s/o will be privy to the dark part he’s buried deep inside himself holding his fears and doubts. The events of Saobody and the Paramount War do haunt him, and he does carry reservations now, reservations that his strength will fall and someone he loves will pay the price. Luffy is pretty good about broaching the topic to his s/o himself. When the feelings grow too much for him to bear alone, he’ll creep to his s/o in the dead of night and seek their comfort.

J-      Jealousy: Is this character the jealous type? How do they deal with being jealous?

Oh, bless this baby’s heart, he gets so jealous. He can’t help it. The idea of someone making passes at his s/o? It infuriates him to no end. When they are out and someone makes a move on his s/o, he is by their side in an instant. He will plaster himself all over them and make ugly faces and very blatantly insist that that is his s/o. If the person is insistent, he solves it like he solves most of his problems— punching them in the face. Then he’ll snuggle up with his s/o like nothing happened.

K-   Kiss: What does the character want their first kiss to be like with their s/o? How does it end up happening?

Luffy doesn’t really think things like this out. If an urge strikes him, he acts on that urge— simple as that. So, if he’s sitting there admiring his pretty s/o and thinks he wants to kiss them? He just plants one on them! His s/o will be shocked and maybe a little embarrassed, but he’ll just flash them a cheesy smile and say he just thought they were so amazing he couldn’t help it. Who can argue with that logic?

L-    Love Confession: How does this character first profess their love to their s/o?

Again, if Luffy has thought, Luffy acts on thought. The first time the idea that he loves his s/o comes to mind, he just blurts it right out. It can be in any situation— dinner, lounging around, even in the middle of a fight. He wants his s/o to know, and what’s the point in waiting?

M-  Marriage: How does this character view marriage? What is their ideal wedding like?

Don’t get me wrong; Luffy isn’t exactly opposed to marriage. However, it is definitely not at the forefront of his mind. He doesn’t understand the significance of tying the knot, for a really long time. Of course, he isn’t one to refuse his beloved, so if they broach the topic of getting married he will immediately agree. He doesn’t really have an ideal wedding in mind; as long as his s/o is happy, that’s all he wants.

N-   Nicknames: What does this character like to call their s/o?

Luffy gives all kinds of nicknames, but pet names are not something he uses, really. He calls his s/o either by their name, or whatever nickname he’s thought up for them. You won’t really hear “baby” or “sweetheart” from him— not because he doesn’t love his s/o, but pet names just aren’t really the way he expresses his affection.  

O- On Cloud Nine: What is this character like when they’re in love? Is it obvious to others, or are they good at hiding it?

Luffy in love is actually pretty subtle, aside from the blatant love confessions. He’s huggy and affectionate with everyone he cares about, so the only real difference is that he shifts most of his efforts onto one person— his s/o— instead of distributing the love, so to speak, haha. Of course, his crewmates know him in and out so they definitely know when he’s caught feelings. In fact, Luffy will probably be the last to realize that what he is feeling is love, and someone will have to spell it out for him eventually, haha!

P- PDA: Does this character like PDA? If so, what kinds of things do they do in public to show off their s/o?

Oh, Luffy is one hundred percent into PDA. He is not shy with showing his affection, at all. He will hang all over his s/o, hold their hand, hug them randomly, and not bat an eye. He could be holding a full conversation— or his s/o could— and he’ll just plop right on them without batting an eye. The man loves to cuddle, what can I say?

Q- Quirks: What random traits or quirks does this character have that positively affect the relationship?

Luffy gives the best pep talks, forreals. If his s/o is sad, he knows just what to say to cheer them up, and it’s really just that he’s being honest instead of critically thinking about what best to say! It’s hard to be sad or upset around Luffy for long, because he will not rest until his s/o is back to smiling, even if it’s through tears.

R- Romance: Is this character a hopeless romantic, or a bit on the low-key side? Are they cliché when it comes to romantic gestures, or can they get a little bit creative?

Luffy doesn’t even really understand the concept of romance, LOL. It drives Sanji nuts. Luffy just does what he feels like. He sees a pretty flower he thinks his s/o may like? He picks it and gives it to them. He sees some food he wants to try? He brings his s/o along for the ride. Inadvertently, this leads to a lot of spontaneity in the relationship.

S- Secrets: Are there any secrets they hide from their s/o? If so, how do they deal with it when those secrets finally come out?

No secrets, especially from his s/o! Luffy is an open book. He doesn’t feel the need to hide anything or keep a part of himself secret, especially from the person he loves most.

T- Thrill: Does this character prefer routine in their relationship, or do they like to shake things up every once in a while?

Again, Luffy doesn’t necessarily think in these terms, but due to his personality, the relationship is anything but routine. His s/o will most definitely be swept up in whatever chaos Luffy is, for sure! And again, he acts on almost anything that pops into his brain. His s/o can definitely expect impromptu dates and surprise outings!

U- Understanding: Is this character level-headed and empathetic toward their partner, or do they sometimes have trouble figuring them out, which leads to some butting heads?

Honestly? It depends on his mood and the topic. There are sometimes that Luffy can totally understand his partner and offer guidance and assistance, and then there are other times that this poor fool just can’t articulate. Butting heads happens a fair bit, usually over things like Luffy’s reckless and rash decisions. Some things he just can’t understand, and he’s some kind of stubborn!

V- Value: How does this character value their relationship with their s/o? How does it hold in comparison to their goals, ambitions, etc.?

Luffy’s dream to become Pirate King comes first, for a very long time. Eventually, this dream will merge with the level of love he has for his s/o; he wants to achieve that dream not only for himself, now, but so his s/o will be proud of him. His relationship is still very important to him up until that point; his s/o is a nakama, after all, even if a special one.

W- Wild Card: Any random fluff headcanon that does not fall within the other categories!

Luffy loves head scratches. Please, give this boy some head scritches, and he will be putty in your hands! He loves to nap on his s/o’s lap with their hands weaving into his hair and massaging his scalp. He will be out like a light in mere minutes. He loves it.

X- XOXO: How does this character show affection?

As I’ve previously discussed, Luffy’s big love language is physical affection. He loves to hug, cuddle, kiss, and spider-monkey all over his s/o. It just comes so naturally to him and is the best way to show his love.

Y- Yearning: How does this character deal with time apart with their s/o?

Oh my God, Luffy is the biggest moper. He cannot handle a lot of time away from his s/o. It drives him mad. He isn’t worried, necessarily, because he knows his s/o can hold their own; he just misses them and is bored without them. It makes everyone miserable because he literally just flops around and whines to whoever is in earshot. As soon as his s/o returns, he sticks to them like glue until he’s had his fill of snugglin’ (which takes a looooong time).

Z- Zeal: Is this character willing to great lengths for their relationship? If so, how far, and how long does it take to get to this point?

Of course! This is Luffy we’re talking about, after all. Luffy would do anything for his s/o, whether that be face an army or venture into dangerous territory or even face the threat of death. He can’t bear losing anyone, but especially not his love. Luffy falls fast and hard, so his s/o has someone in their corner from pretty much day one.

[imaginary-mochi]

General Fluffy HC: Luffy and Zoro with their S/O!

Hi there, @ohnoluffy! (˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)

Thank you so much for you request, you are my first ever!!! (งˆ▽ˆ)ง These are kinda long, lol. These are some of my general HC for these two lovable pirates, it was so much fun.

Luffy

It's not an understatement that he LOVES food. He's gonna drag them to his side to any meal. "C'mon! We are having a feast!" (For the fifth time on the week)

Luffy is NOT fond of sharing, however he will fight for other people's food and then hand it over to his s/o, making sure no one takes away anything that he's given to them.

He's a tamable soul once he's decided that his s/o is now one of his biggest and most important treasures in the world. I'm implying that if they ask him to behave, HE WILL.

It's the most adorable thing ever when they ask him to bathe and he just pouts and clings to them, like a cute little sloth in a tree. His s/o just gives him the silent stare and watch him go to the shower, all "puppy-eyed". (It's good, considering he spends a lot of time with them and Luffy's bathing habits are terrible)

Important and loved people in Luffy's life can count that they will always have him to cheer them up in moments of fragility, specially with his s/o.

Sometimes he just doesn't understand the reason behind it and may come off well, rude and insensitive with his words but his actions make up for it.

He could cuddle for hours in the Sunny's mane, just silently giving them his company in this quiet and calm space.

From time to time, he would take his s/o attention to the coulds to find shapes of animals, friends or even monsters, tell one or two embarassing stories from the crew members or convince them to go fishing and catch dinner, so he could cook it for them. (Sanji is having a stroke, somewhere in the ship)

It was rare for Luffy to find peace in his life, but he truly acknowledged it when he lost Ace. After training with Rayleigh, he realized that meditation, quietness and peace of mind are valuable assets, and he likes to practice it with their s/o.

Everyone is just surprised that his s/o became his safe space. He goes to them when small little things that irritate him happen, just seeking comfort. (When he got upset that Nami did not buy the weird ass stuff he wanted, when he had a terrible cold but wouldn't let their hand go from the hammock he was resting in, or those nights were he goes back to the past, to Saobody, to Marineford... ) Yep. They became the balance in his agitated life. And he needed it.

Makes the stupidest faces and impressions, he loves being the reason for their s/o to smile or laugh. He doesn't care what kind of situation is, if it is appropiate, how embrassing is ir or if it is really, bad timing....HIS GONNA MAKE THEM LAUGH ANYWAYS.

His impression of his s/o is:

- "Oi oi, look at this! Guess who is it!" [Procedes to talk into an INCREDIBLY silly voice by strangling his neck] "I am the prettiest person in the ship"

- "Hard to say. There's a lot of pretty people in here."

-"It's you! Don't be an idiot! Who else can it be?!"

He does not call them pet names. He dumb af and started called them "meat" or "Sanji's meat roll" because he thinks they are precious words by their own, so they are good for someone equally precious.

Number 1 on the Strawhat list of "who shows more PDA". He's just clingy and will hug, carry and kiss his s/o at every chance he gets. He would crave their presence and tender touch. But from you, he's all over with little nose kisses.

Low-key jealous lmao.

- "WHO ARE YOU? NO, you CAN'T have them. Get your own. I know that you want them! You will have to defeat me then!"

- "Luffy I just... I just petted this dog and it followed me..."

Zoro

You know someone own his heart when he teaches them how to "have great comebacks for a ugly swirly brows man"... Sometimes his s/o can't help themselves from letting a fight start between these two for their amusement. Together with Usopp, they have a secret scoreboard were they keep tabs of won arguments and the best comeback lines. (Point system goes from "lame" to "Damn I'm calling the sun and ask him to retire cuz that shit BURNED")

If his s/o is allowed to TOUCH and HEAR about his swords, they are in a WHOLE other level. Zoro opening his nerd side for swords to someone is incredibly rare and really cute.

He does not necessary have a thing for swords because of their power stance, sharpness or being cursed or not. He, however, has an extensive fixation on forgin techniques and artistry involved on their crafting.

He goes on and on, about patterns on sheaths, seals, meanings, inscriptions, popular or ancient ways blacksmiths used to leave a signature on their work... His s/o stares at them after hours of his talking and explaining. He suddenly stops and blushes realizing what he's been doing and for how long.

But he blushes even more when they say stuff like: "Look the pattern on that one, kinda reminds me of that one you told me about, or is it the one on the left that resembles it more?"

Zoro is a simple man, if you remember those little special things he's told you he's done riding on clouds the rest of the day lmao.

Honestly if his s/o just so happens to be a nerd for history, legends or myths for swords OR it's some sort of illustrator/artist he's gonna straight up ask them to spend the rest of their life together.

Has a dedicated, exclusive 1-1 time for their s/o needs, away from all those rutinary things. He's not the one to take them out. Cuz you know... [[[ Orientation ]]] But it's all about wandering around and landing some place where his s/o interest peaked.

He's all about their s/o's hobbies, depending of what it is, He would ask stuff from time to time to keep track of the convo. Zoro is a passive input, more hearing than talking, but he's not afraid to ask things he doesn't know about. Sometimes he can ask some pretty weird shit and makes their s/o crack of laughter.

He's actually pretty good remembering what kind of things their s/o like, or things they don't say outloud they like. He just connects the dots and that's it.

BOM, surprise gift.

BOM, a kiss on the forehead accompanied by: "I think you would like this".

BOM. S/O is deceased.

Zoro is the fourth most confident Strawhat on PDA with his s/o around other people. He's not clingy, cheesy or trying to show them off as his only. He still doesn't give a damn what other people think, but he's more subtle, yet constant.

Loves to pat their s/o head, hair and mess it up, lots of tender (or rushed) forehead kisses. Pulls them always by his side, walks with them locking their arms. He will carry them from the bedroom to the deck only to continue napping... Carry them pretty much everywhere with that strenght lol, hello s/o sentient dumbbell. But still, every touch of his calloused hands tells them that they matter, so much to him.

Ocasionally and absent-mindedly will throw around "Love" as petname. But nothing more, he's not trying to become a "second ero-cook".

[ixcaliber]

i finally finished zou

most immediate reaction to the end of zou is, why of all the minks is pedro the one who gets to join luffy for the next arc? He’s just sanji but a lion. We have enough sanjis.

let wanda and carrot join the crew

important zou discoveries: road poneglyphs are a thing and i’m on board with anything that makes it feel like progress can and is actually being made. now we have a definitive, numbered, road markers along the path to raftel.

also it’s something for robin to do because god knows oda doesn’t let her have cool fights any more

lots of people on this island with direct connections to gol d roger

kind of mad they talked about every member of gol d rogers crew we’ve met so far except kureha, just seemed kind of rude

i had forgotten that buggy, shanks and that old man who lives inside laboon were all members of gol d rogers crew

it’s been a long time since i actually watched any one piece

then there was the thing with momo and luffy being able to hear the voice of the elephant, and this seems vaguely familiar like a thing that they’ve hinted at with luffy before

i’m just putting it down to being a will of the d thing

even though momo isn’t a d and law who is a d was also there and didn’t hear anything. i’m just going to ignore this.

cool moments on zou: i love kanjuro’s stupid dragon and how hard it tried to climb zou

i enjoyed pekoms getting some unexpected humanization and character development. i thought that was pretty cool.

bege’s devil fruit power is cool. i enjoyed the discussion he had with sanji. 

THAT SAID bege has the castle power but also the power to turn himself into a tank and zoom away and this is not what castles are

i’m enjoying the more serialized nature of the arcs in the new world, even if i dislike the presence of the samurai who are practically members of the crew they’ve been here for that long at this point

before this each island was more or less its own adventure with overarching progress and new crew members and stuff but like each island was a self contained thing

(mostly. notable exceptions like baratie-arlong park, drum island-alabastra, water 7-enie’s lobby, saobody-impel down-marineford)

i think i’m actually disproving my own point here. It just feels more serialized because it’s been one long narrative arc since punk hazard i guess.

look whatever

anyway vivi and carue are story relevant again. i love them.

bring back kureha

except don’t because i’ve already been spoiled on some of the shit that happens to killer and i don’t trust the show with my favourite characters any more.

let kureha and perona never be relevant again thank you

[freckledbastard]

More Time Travel!AU. Past!Luffy and Katakuri's wedding, where everyone is invited, including Rayleigh, Garp, Shanks, Ace, Whitebeard Pirates, the recently revealed to be alive Sabo, the Shichibukai, the Supernovas - everyone. Even Aokiji and Kizaru, who have fought Katakuri a lot over the years. I takes place at Saobody (because Luffy wants to ride the rollercoaster).

(i’m getting distracted by what positions everyone should have)

sabo gets his memories back just in time to argue with ace over becoming best man. katakuri has smoothie as his best ma’am and cracker as best man so they’re all just watching the fight with popcorn. luffy can’t choose so he decides both of them. nami and robin are both luffy’s maid of honour and pudding katakuri’s. garp and shanks get into an argument over who gets to walk luffy down the isle, but luffy asks dadan and makino to do it instead much to the two women’s surprise and delight.

sanji is obviously the chef, and brook the person playing the piano. usopp and franky are in charge of decorating and construction, chopper the flower boy and zoro the ring bearer, something everyone immediately regrets as he got lost.

the charlotte family is completely flummoxed by how many allies the straw hat crew has. especially when luffy keeps insisting they’re not allied, they’re friends! also the straw hats have completely taken over everything and are in charge of the entire wedding operation but to everyone’s shock katakuri isn’t even mad. he’s seen what a charade a lot of the charlotte weddings are, he’s glad that the people involved this time are genuinely interested in making a proper wedding ceremony.

despite the reputation for lawlessness in sabaody park, literally everyone is on their best behaviour. the marines the pirates and the revolutionaries in the crowd are all cooperating with one another, something no one had ever thought was possible. at the very least, no major skirmishes had broken out. in fact, anyone who thinks about being disruptive, be it a guest or an outsider looking to grab someone’s head will be forcefully escorted out of the area by the overzealous future straw hats.

the supernovas can’t believe how many big names there are here. three emperors and their crews, every supernova for some reason, members from the revolutionary armies, the marines, its crazy. never before has their been a crowd like this and never will there be one like it again.

garp and shanks team up with luffy’s elder bros to make katakuri pledge to protect luffy with everything he has. considering future!luffy kicked future!katakuri’s arse katakuri doesn’t think it’s entirely necessary but agrees all the same. 

when the time comes for them to seal the deal with a kiss everyone thinks they’ll finally get to see katakuri’s mouth but luffy’s arms wrap around katakuri’s head multiple times and get in the way (of course, this is entirely intentional).

are the future!straw hats + charlotte siblings still there as well? they could cheer in the audience and make loud comments about the difference between their wedding and this one. (”hey, where’s rebecca and soldier dude?” “wow it’s a much smaller venue without the grand fleet.” “aww... i wanted to be flower girl again...” “carrot they don’t even know past you yet.”)

[lovelawactually]

Closer to the Heart

“You want the short version, or the long one?”  Tori asked sarcastically.  

Law interlaced his fingers behind his head. “I have no preference - so long as you tell me what I want to know.”

Tori preferred to keep the details of her life to herself - she wanted to be whole again more than she wanted to keep the story of how she came to hold the Calm-Calm Fruit power a secret.  She sighed and closed her eyes, resolving herself to just get this exchange over with.  

“I left Wano about twelve years go.  My grandfather was killed by Kaido - his last wish was that I would escape….”  

Tori drifted, in the old man’s fishing boat - she had never learned to sail the open sea - she had no map, or navigation skills for that matter.   The days spanned into weeks - her food supply had been completely consumed, and her fresh water supply was not going to last much longer.   She was rescued by a Mercenary ship - the Captain of the ship had originally intended to take her to Saobody to sell as a slave.  His mind changed when Tori regained her energy and escaped the cell that she had been held in - besting the men that were charged to keep watch over her - having a Ninja on the crew would be very useful.    

Tori spent the next year traveling with the Mercenary crew, taking jobs to earn her keep - most were reconnaissance based, infiltrating various buildings or ships - Pirate, Navy, and occasionally - other Mercenary vessels.  Her skills allowed her to move unseen - she could obtain information or items easily.  Tori quickly became one of the top earners on the crew.   During one of her missions, she overheard the two men she was tasked with tracking discuss a Devil Fruit they were planning to sell on the black market.  One of the men said that the Calm-Calm Fruit was rumored to give a person the ability to become soundless.  Her interest was piqued - the capability was one that she desired for herself - she would not let the opportunity slip through her fingers.  Tori knew that if she was to have it, she would not be able to return to the crew - they would expect to sell the Devil Fruit themselves and split the money.  This was the way that her crew operated.  

Tori’s personal goals were more important to her than anything else - avenging her grandfather was all that mattered.  She would take every advantage afforded to her - even if it meant being on her own.  Under the cover of night, she followed the men and slipped onto the ship where the Calm-Calm Fruit was kept.  It took no time for her to locate the chest where the Devil Fruit was stored - she stole the fruit and escaped, stowing away on another ship nearby.

Between her newly gained Devil Fruit abilities and her Ninjutsu training, everything came easier - money, supplies, and especially knowledge.  She learned that of all things, knowledge was power - the more exclusive the information she held, more opportunities would be made available to her.  Through these prospects, Tori created a network of contacts, and through those contacts - she would receive contracts for work.  Tori had a natural ability for repairing old equipment - making improvements for her own needs or for sale - at the right price.   Modifications she made to transponder snails to allow encrypted voice or text transmissions was especially useful - particularly since anonymity and assurance that communications would not be intercepted was widely sought after.  It solidified her place at the top of the game.  She had set herself up nicely - her reputation proceeded her, even if no one saw her face - or knew her name.  Anonymity was the key for her success, and now - that was gone.  

Tori sighed in disappointment, “My days of anonymity are over it seems.”

Law smiled slyly.  “Perhaps that is not entirely a bad thing.”  He gestured for Tori to hand her heart back to him - she hesitated, eyeing him suspiciously. “Are you going to keep your word?”

“Of course, Tori-ya.  We seem to have found some common ground.”  

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Seeping Through Fantasy #1

inspire from this post. ao3

Paring : LawLu

Summary : Law is a gamer playing and clearing is something he usually do but this one NPC from grand quest just keeping him from completing it. Is this part of the quest?

No warning (yet) 

Oh...not very good English

He’s a hardcore gamer, he can proudly say so.

He commonly knows as ‘Surgeon of Death’ due to how mostly in MMORPG his main character is always hybrid priest/warrior if possible. If not, it will be a class that can support while do decent damage (which he can fix that to ‘insane’ later)

He devotes his life solely on game. He streaming, make videos and writes blog about games, beginners guide, grinding gears, complete boss guide on how to defeat it and skills timing, different ways to play one job, damage calculator, what should do what should not. New patch up and he will try EVERYTHING on the change and update them in such speed. He even has his own goods for selling.

Due to that he has a lot of company who want to hire him as their tester. Not that he cares because he has a lot of support money from people.

Recently, the current most successful VRMMORPG ‘New World’ just update a new patch, a new challenge for him to be exact.

Law admits that the game has a very lame name for RPG but good game nonetheless.

This very new patch has a lot to do, whole new areas for him to complete the map, dungeons, quests, new systems, new bosses, new gears and extra class that still a mystery on how to unlock it.

Doesn’t matter, nothing too hard for Surgeon of Death.

These new areas are whole new region which is need to do the quest called ‘Across The Red Line’ first to go there. Specific NPC location is unknown but Law placed his bet at Saobody because there is NPC that mumbling about how people call him insane due to how he once cross the Red Line and having his adventures there yet no one believes him.

Probably not many people would notice that because these random NPCs are commonly ignored.

If his guess is right that would be great. Some quests are exclusive after all. To experience all of it before anyone else is a great thrill for him.

Let’s see how new storyline goes.

First new boss, Hody, has two phase, can buff and stack ‘Great Strength’ with his doses, no debuffs, no skill trigger, immune to poison and burn. This boss didn’t state in the update, probably some quest boss that can be defeated once? After all it didn’t drop anything beside quest item.

He’ll come back to check later if it has raid or showdown. According to the story it might not have them. That fishman guy become an old man because of the curse. His top priority is clearing new areas before everyone else.

Law would never be bored at these amazing scenery ‘New World’ has. It’s beautiful even some ‘not so good’ place in the game is so cool he never get tried on exploring them.

He usually play in sever that deserted, having too many people means too much noise and those who can’t appreciate the details that creators put them in is suck.

Alone is the best.

So law not really sure how he felt about this one of the new systems called ‘NPC Assists’.

It’s a system that already introduced long time ago but just having them for real in this patch.

You can create your own NPCs, modified them anyway you want like your own characters. All the jobs you ever unlocked these NPCs can use all of it’s skills if you point up them, can make it hybrid too. Sounds good for those who hate dealing with people but needs supports

Still.... NPC IS NPC, he know how NPCs can be so stupid and more of dead weight in some games you actually might want to removed them from your team yet you can’t and some are so annoying that you want to mute it.

He’s more of a pet system person. It’s cute, following you around picking item for you and use a potions for you, some have permanent buffs for you too.  

Maybe this game called pet as NPCs instead? It’s literally the same thing anyway so he might create his own Bepo later.

Or that’s what he thought, his first NPC as ‘NPC Assists’ is a story grand quest that will following you around until you cleared it.

It’s started with that quest opener red-haired NPC told him to go at the village called Fuusha the dialog is more than that but overall that’s the point. Red-haired said he got the letter told him to meet someone there but it’s too fishy for him to go.

As Law arrived there he saved this certain straw hatter black-haired NPC who actually part of the quest and need to following him around because Law held the letter.

Thus he already can imagine his own nightmare of carrying this one around, now he wants to abandoned the quest right-away and do something else first.

He just don’t want to waste his potions on NPC in this new area where he knows nothing about it yet.

But the second he going to throw the quest away it’s stated in quest description that this quest can’t be accept the second time and so he give up.

Law want to ignore the quest and continue his exploring but this game can’t mute so if the NPC start to talk too much he can’t just have them shut up, it’s not working that way. 

Law decided that he needs to complete this grand quest first.

It’s not a NPC he created so he simply know nothing about the boy who called himself ‘Lucy’, he takes his time to read all the status and skills which surprisingly a new class. Maybe this quest is what to unlock the new class?

Things getting harder and harder, usually Law would loved it but it’s NPC you talking about. Damage calculating, skills, status are brand new. It has a new job too.

If it’s all by himself testing wouldn’t be so hard. This will take a great length of time to learn. Observation skill is needed and Law will take this challenge not so lightly.

Now.... when he just thinking with himself while reading Lucy status, something strange happened. 

hope you like it :)

I actually want to write this into some short-story but it turned out to be longer than I thought.

English isn't my tongue. There probably a lot of mistakes feel free to correcting me.

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For my last Valentine's Day request, how about some Ace x Nami for the prompt "chocolate fondue"? Happy writing!

Word Count: 4,400

Romance, Drama, Angst, Tragedy

Summary: Nami will let Ace be selfish, just this once.

Why is it that every AceNa story that I write is angsty as hell? TT.TT At any rate, I hope you enjoy this, hun! As always feel free to request again sometime! ^.^

Selfish

Nami slowly, methodically swirled the punch around and around the faux crystal glass in her manicured hands as her hawk-like eyes watched the well-dressed patrons meander around the ballroom. She was sitting alone at one of the decorated tables, legs crossed to strategically display just the right amount of thigh but not enough to reveal the presence of her Climatact holstered just below the junction of her leg and pelvis. Her brown eyes flashed within the holes of the mask she was wearing, a white one with little kitten ears and tangerine-orange accents that match the embroidery of her regal silk gown. As she stalked her numerous mice, the cat thief slowly brought the glass to her lips to primly sip at the spicy punch. Her eyes soon bored into the businessman who was sweating just watching her every saucy move.

Bingo, she thought, unable to keep her lips from curling into a smirk. He would perceive it as more flirting, anyway. She set the glass down and took her clutch, turning to make quite a show of her walking up to the refreshments table by swinging her hips provocatively.

Seducing gross old men isn’t my favorite pastime, but… Their wallets never disappoint, she thought with a devious giggle as she approached the table.

The Straw Hats’ next destination was Saobody Archipelago, better known as the entrance into the New World, but there was just one island before that stop—this one, so appropriately dubbed the “Island that Never Sleeps.” It had established a name for itself due to the overwhelming population of rich persons of all backgrounds—from those who had crawled their way from squalor to those born into royalty—and their proclivity to throw nightly parties beginning the instant the sun set. It was another desert island, but somehow they had retrofitted it into a partying oasis—magnificent castles surrounded by man-made pools and shrubs and palms. It truly was a grand metaphor for making something out of absolutely nothing.

It was only one night until the log pose reset; it would have been reasonable for the Straw Hats to simply moor within the bay and wait for it to adjust before getting underway, but the Straw Hats never did the reasonable thing, did they? Luffy was just chomping at the bit to get off the boat, and for once Nami was willing to indulge him. After all, this was a pickpocket’s treasure trove. Nami was going to pilfer every Belli she could between sundown and sunup. So here she was, leaning over a table dunking a marshmallow into the chocolate fondue fountain in plain view of a wealthy silk merchant she recognized from the East Blue.

Giggling demurely, she flashed him a wink before bringing the soft, spongey sugar confection to her lips and very suggestively swirling her tongue around it to lap up the liquid chocolate. She had to avoid cringing as his face turned an ugly purple-red and he tugged at the collar of his shirt that had been hugging his bulbous neck even before Nami had begun her operation. It was enough to almost make her abandon her efforts, imagining his sweaty hands on her as he pulled her in for a dance, but she reminded herself of the fat wallet just peeking out of the pocket of his waistcoat.

It’ll all be worth it in the end, Nami.

“Tell me,” purred a smooth voice suddenly. Nami gasped as a bulky frame in a tuxedo suddenly forced its way between herself and her target, and she looked up to see a brown-haired, freckled man adorned with a tiger mask that had plastic flames licking at the ears and whiskers, “do you put on such a show for all your admirers, or just the ones you want to relieve of their Belli?”

“What the—?” she cried and stood up on her tip-toes to watch in dismay as the merchant was hauled away by his wife, who was scowling and dragging him by the ear. Surely the grinning man in front of her had alerted the woman to her husband’s debauchery.

“You jerk! He was probably carrying ten thousand Bellis in that wallet!” she huffed as she pouted up at him dourly. There was no point in denying his accusations; besides, she had this strange inkling that he really could care less about her sticky fingers and was more interested in her. Well, if he wanted to play with Nami, she was sure she could find something on his person worth her time.

Cooing, she traced her index finger abstractly over the thick muscle of his pectorals. “That’s all right, though,” she said with fluttering eyelashes. “If you went through all the trouble to get me by myself, surely you have a lucrative offer, no?”

The muscle bulged beneath the black fabric of his tuxedo as he rumbled with laughter, making Nami’s finger bounce as she held it right over his sternum.

“So, this is why you were known as the Cat Thief in the East Blue. That pretty face sure does hide a devious mind, doesn’t it, Nami?”

The blood drained from her face as he all but revealed her identity and brought his face close, breathing puffing before her nose. Her eyes widened behind the mask, which apparently did little to shield her identity.

“What the—? Who are you?” she growled as her hand inched for her Climatact. He ignored her, reaching out to grab a strawberry and douse it in the chocolate pouring from the fountain. She licked her lips compulsively as he brought it to his mouth and bit down on the end of it, glittering dark eyes watching her from the holes in the mask. She stomped her foot, angry now that her prey had all but been wrenched from her with no offer of recompense.

“Look, buddy, unless you’re gonna reimburse me for my lost money or turn me into the Marines, I don’t have time to waste with you!”

“Reimburse? How about a dance, then?”

Nami scoffed and tossed her head as she rolled her eyes. The sheer incredulity! Still, she knew he was only doing it because he could so easily blackmail her; several high-position Marines were in attendance at the various parties in session across the island, including this one. He knew her name and face, and all it would take was one word and she would be thrown in a jail cell.

“Just one. That’s all I ask. As soon as we’re done, you can get back to relieving all these upstanding citizens of their monetary burdens.”

Nami peeked at him out of the corners of her eyes, arms crossed as she considered the proposal. His smirk was playful, mischievous, but not malicious as far as she could detect. There was some air of familiarity about him that was just tugging at Nami, inclining her to agree. A dance was harmless, and he didn’t seem to have any other angle besides enjoying the pleasure of her company. Snorting air out of her nose, she made another chocolate-covered marshmallow and popped it into her mouth.

“All right, Mister, you have a deal,” she conceded once she swallowed, then held out her hand for him to take. She cocked an eyebrow as he lightly took it and brought it to his mouth to gently press a lingering kiss to the top of her hand. Normally she would be creeped out, but the way his eyes glittered at her from within the tiger mask send electricity shooting up her arm and a blush creeping over her face. Tousled hair like wild grasses above the orange and black-striped mask, dark eyes pulsing with a dull heat, freckles above a confident sneer, and a body like it was sculpted by the gods, Nami would be a fool not to say the man was stupidly sexy—and that voice. Like honey dripping from his tongue, it was enticing and potentially dangerous. Nami very well could find herself stung by the end of this, but dammit if it wasn’t making her all hot and bothered.

Why did she have the nagging suspicion that she had heard it before, though?

Grinning at her all the while, the suave stranger pulled her out onto the dance floor amongst the other well-to-dos waltzing to the string quartet in the corner. Nami, now entranced by every move he made, could only be the puppet to his command as he guided her into proper position, a large hand resting at the small of her back while the other held herself aloft in a light grip. Her other found his broad shoulder automatically, fingers digging a little into the dark fabric.

“You finally look like you’re enjoying yourself,” he remarked playfully as she slowly eased her into the motions. Nami flushed but, ever trying to keep the upper hand, returned his smirk with a demure smile and flutter of her lashes.

“Well, what girl wouldn’t be enjoying herself in the arms of such a handsome man?”

His shoulders jumped up and down with deep, rumbling chuckles. Every one made his thick chest bump a little against hers; he was holding her closely, familiarly, but somehow Nami didn’t seem to mind.

“What’s so funny?”

“If you knew who you were talking to, I don’t think you would be flirting with me so hard,” he snickered, looking back at her. “It’s not like I have any money you can pilfer off me, so you can stop with the roaming now.”

Nami gasped; she was caught red-handed. Her hand had migrated down from his shoulder to feel up his pockets, finding them frustratingly empty. She really had been drawn into a useless venture, and daresay outwitted. She pursed her lips childishly at him.

“I still don’t get your angle here.”

“Angle? Don’t have one, aside from dancing with a gorgeous redhead.”

She was annoyed with her body’s insistence on responding to his honeyed words by gradually reddening her skin, making her unbearably hot. His smile was ever-present, roguish and toothy. She stared hard at it. She knew that smile, dammit, she knew it!

“You really don’t recognize me, do you, Nami?” He sounded sad at the prospect.

Nami huffed and glared up at him.

“Well, how am I supposed to with you covering your face like that?”

“I knew who you were the instant I saw you.”

She flinched. Why did that affect her so much? The only way someone would be able to recognize someone under a mask is if that person was seared into their mind, every detail, every mannerism, every single bit of them preserved in immaculacy… His hand slowly traveled up the length of her spine, leaving goosebumps everywhere his fingers ghosted, but strangely she did not find it disgusting. She actually found herself arching into his touch, squirming a little so he would touch her more. Her eyes became lidded and her breaths heavy. It was like he was playing her body like an instrument he had mastered. His fingers skipped over her neck to tangle into her short waves of tangerine hair.

“I always thought your hair was so beautiful… The way it catches the sun and glows, like it’s on fire,” he breathed. When did his face get so close? It was angled, lips only centimeters from her own, those eyes sparkling like the sea at night.

Fire… she thought distantly.

He looked her face up and down, always trailing to her bangs peeking above the top of the cat mask.

“So gorgeous,” he breathed as he continued to stroke her hair. “An orange fire, the color of a desert sunset…”

Fire… Desert… Her mind was hazed, drunk on his innocent touches, but somehow the pieces finally clicked in her mind.

“Ace?!”  

“Took ya long enough,” he laughed good-naturedly.

Nami’s face was the desert now, bright red sand and burning heat. She gulped loudly as she just stared stupidly at him. What were the chances of meeting him, of all people, on the Island that Never Sleeps, of all places?! Now it was painfully clear why she had been so at ease and willing to go along with his playful goading; it was Ace, for crying out loud! Oh, the fact that it was him and not a stranger flirting with her was definitely doing some kinds of things to her. She wriggled in his grasp, not necessarily trying to escape but just suddenly very hyper-aware of her dress hugging her slim body.

“Ace… What are you doing here? I thought you were looking for Blackbeard.”

“I am. I caught wind he stopped here for some shady business dealings.” Of course. With all this frivolity and wealth, there was no question there was a seedy underbelly. “I’ve been party-hopping trying to gather information. From what I’ve heard, he’s already left. Just missed him. He went to a neighboring island to keep from attracting the Marines’ attention.”

“If you know all this, why are you still here? Shouldn’t you go after him?”

“Well, I was,” he shrugged, then flashed her a wolfish grin. “But then I saw you…”

Nami gulped again as the fire brightened in her cheeks. His face was still that close, his whispered words just barely preventing their lips from touching. She found that hers were tingling with the anticipation and desire of it. It didn’t make much sense, really. Their time in Alabasta had been dreadfully short, certainly not long enough to develop any meaningful relationships… But Nami would be remiss to deny that she wasn’t attracted to him. He wasn’t only physically attractive, but there was just something so magnetic about his personality. Nami had thought about him since then, wondering if he was safe in his search of Blackbeard… Wishful thinking, wondering if once all was said and done if he would come back to Luffy and join his crew instead, even though she knew damn well that he was loyal to Whitebeard completely.

She didn’t realize tears had bubbled up in her eyes until he was sweeping the rough pad of his thumb over her cheeks, catching them as they fell.

“That’s not fair,” she growled at him. She was angry, and sad, and happy, and all kinds of things that made her mind a confused, combative mess. “You can’t just show up here, and say these kinds of things, and expect me to just watch you leave never knowing when I’ll see you again. That’s not fair.”

They had stopped dancing and were just standing in the middle of the floor. Her posture was rigid; all her muscles were screaming to wrench and twist out of his arms, but there was a part of her that relished his hold on her, the way their burning skin touched and send signals propagating across her nerves like fireworks.

“Ace, dammit, I- nnnngh!” she finished off with a frustrated grunt because she really wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. She was most definitely confusing physical attraction with love because she couldn’t possibly love him. But her heart was aching, as it had been with the “what if” hovering over her head ever since Alabasta, and she wanted to both slap him silly and grab him by the front of that stupid hot tuxedo and kiss him until she wasted sure what he tasted like anymore, and surely that was love, wasn’t it? Nami didn’t know, and that made her cry more because she knew whatever the case, she was still going to have to watch him go.

“Nami,” he sighed, both his hands holding her flushed cheeks now. They were so warm. So comforting. She leaned into his touch, eyes closing and pushing more tears down her already tear-stained face. Her emotions going from zero to one hundred almost instantaneously left her weak and she stumbled into him, her feeble hands digging into the front of his tuxedo. His broad frame supported her shaking body as she looked pleadingly up at him.

“Why are you doing this? Why would you do this to me? Of all the selfish, mean, conceited—!” She began punctuating each insult with a slam of her balled fists into his chest. “Egotistical, self-centered, cruel, selfish—!”

After she had rattled off at least a dozen insults, he grabbed her wrists and jerked them up to his face, staring pointedly at her as he held them.

“I know, Nami. It’s not fair,” he conceded with a heavy sigh.

Oh, no, she didn’t want that sad look on his face. She would take it all back. She didn’t mean it, because God, she had never seen such a broken man before.

“It’s not fair, and it’s selfish, but I’ve thought of you every single day since I left that desert.” He kissed her right fist, then the left, lips lingering on her knuckles as his face scrunched up in pain. “Every single day,” he whispered again, and she almost wailed in dismay as his voice cracked. “I know it’s not right. I never should’ve approached you at that damn fondue fountain. I should’ve just left you none the wiser, because it’s not right, saying all these things to you and then leaving. But I just… In that moment… I didn’t think I could go on like that, with just a memory to love…” He was crying too. She could tell by the thickness in his voice, and the tremble in his hand as he took a piece of her tangerine hair, her hair like the desert sunset bright and blazing, between his thumb and forefinger.

She leaned forward, pressing the forehead of her mask against his and wishing that those stupid pieces of plastic weren’t between them.

“Well,” she said in a shaky, shuddering breath, “I guess if you’re selfish then I’m selfish too.”

Before he could look at her in confusion, she slapped her hands against his cheeks and yanked his head down to draw him into a burning, sloppy, desperate kiss. His hands were still wrapped around her wrists and they squeezed so hard she thought he might snap the bones, but then her hands were free because his hands had a bruising grip on her hips, tugging her closer. Every inch of her melted over him, her body burning and molding like lava fresh from a volcano. Ace wasted no time in shoving his tongue into her mouth and Nami welcomed it, swirling it feverishly with his. He tasted like that chocolate-covered strawberry with mute tones of punch, and it had her reeling. She groaned as her knees buckled beneath her but his sturdy body and harsh grip kept her from collapsing.

“Ace—" she gasped, jerking back, but his face insistently chased hers to reclaim her lips with furious fervor. “Ace—!” she repeated adamantly, once more jerking her face away from him despite how much she would like to keep on. “We’re in the middle of the ballroom; we can’t keep making out like this!” she whispered harshly. She could already feel prickling gazes on them.

“Fine,” he said gruffly.

She squeaked in surprise as he grabbed her by the wrist and began dragging her off the dance floor in the direction of a hallway she knew led to private rooms. Her face blazed with blush at the obvious insinuations. She stumbled over her heels, legs jellified after the intense kiss, and couldn’t even find the words to explain that they should probably part ways before it got too heated… Did she even want to explain, though?

The thick plush carpet muffled the frantic clacking of her heels. Once he had hauled her around the corner he was on her again, pushing her up against one of the doors and hands slamming into the hard mahogany on either side of her waist. Nami moaned into the hot, open-mouthed kiss, prompting his tongue to tango fervently with hers again. Her hands jumped into his thick, curly brown hair, scratching at his scalp as she fisted the strands. Frustrated with the constant clinking of the plastic, he growled and wrenched her white-and-orange kitty mask off, chucking it down the hallway as if it had offended him. Nami’s constant ministrations in his hair loosened the small string securing it around his head, and eventually it snapped, sending it bouncing off her heaving chest to fall forgotten to the floor.

“You’re so… fucking… beautiful,” he snarled affectionately as he grabbed her jaw to angle her head, other hand diving into her fiery red hair again. All Nami could do was clutch onto him as he lavished pent-up affections onto her, a desert sky slowly being tinted red by the burning intensity of a dying sun.

She squeaked as his thick arms suddenly yanked under her thighs to hook her legs around her waist. As they snapped closed around his hips, he pushed her into the door, and she could feel his rigid abdominals flexing with every intense move of his body.

“Ace, the door, the door,” she groaned as she was crushed between the wood and him. She heard him scrabble at the metal for a minute before it finally clicked and the door fell away from behind her, making her jump back into open air. His arms wrapped around her back to keep her in that hungry kiss. He stumbled over the threshold, kicking a few times until he found the door and successfully shut it. Nami felt all the hair on her body rise as she heard the switch of the lock.

He didn’t bother switching on the light or the lamp; the moonlight and lights of thousands of surrounding castle windows were plenty enough to illuminate Ace’s way. He carried her over to the bed and they both fell into it, his heavy weight sinking her down into the mattress as he all but fell on top of her. If she had any breath, it would’ve been forced out of her, but she was already reeling from the intoxicating, dizzying kiss that he kept greedily sucking her into.

All of his actions up until then had been feverish and desperate, nearly battering Nami with their intensity; suddenly, his touch was soft as he pulled back and ran the pad of his thumb over her bruised lips. She gazed at him through lidded eyes as he dipped down to drop soft kisses along her neck, and she automatically craned her head to give him unrestricted access. His hands roamed up and down the side of her body as if he were committing her curves to memory. His lips painted across her neck and across her collarbone then back up the other side of her neck in a circuit, before finally arriving back at her waiting mouth. The kiss this time was soft, gentle, yet somehow more passionate than the ten minutes they had just spent tearing at one another. Her eyes fluttered shut as she could only yield to its feeling.

“I love you, Nami. I mean it. I really do,” he whispered against her mouth as his hands rubbed circles into both of her thighs, exposed by how the fabric of her long dress had bunched around her hips. “Don’t ask me how. It’s stupid, falling in love with someone you barely know, but I—"

“Hey,” she said, opening her eyes to catch his unsure face in her hands. She smiled sweetly at him. “I don’t care how it happened. All I care about is what you’re gonna do about it.” Her eyes glittered as she all but challenged him. A roguish smile flashed on his lips and he crawled further up her body, her legs angling as he kept them pinned to his waist.

“You truly are a seductive, devious woman.”

“Part of my charm, right?” she purred. Her eyes searched his face, recording where each of his little brown freckles was located. He didn’t make any move to kiss her again, allowing her to do so. Her finger came up to start connecting them like a constellation. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you keep being selfish?” She wanted him to. She knew he had to leave, and he probably wouldn’t even be there in the morning. He would probably dip out as soon as she fell asleep, resuming his hunt for Blackbeard. She knew that was his duty and she would never ask him to forsake that. She would never ask him to forsake Whitebeard, either, because she knew what it meant to be loyal to someone. No, she would never ask that of him…

“Will you be selfish, and not forget about me, even if our paths go two totally different ways?”

He smiled warmly as he ran the tip of his nose along her jawline, dropping kisses onto her flushed skin all the while.

“Of course, Nami,” he breathed into her ear before kissing her temples. His lips lingered in her sunset hair for a long while as he struggled with the emotions that were threatening to spill over. “I’ll come for you,” he told her suddenly. “I’ll come back. Somehow, someday, I dunno when. But I’ll never forget, not ever.” He pulled back to look down at her, burning honesty in his eyes.

She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, fingers twisting around his slightly sweaty brown locks.

“Okay. Then that’s enough. Now get down here and kiss me.”

He chuckled slightly and did as bid, and her eyes fell closed again as she savored his lips rolling over hers, dripping with love that should not be but was present nonetheless…

Sometimes, things don’t work out like you want them to. That was a hard lesson that Nami learned, the day she read that newspaper and that one night of passion flashed in her mind like the spinning reel of a movie. Every kiss, every touch, every breathy declaration of feeling… They burned bright in her memory, like the desert sun doomed eternally to hover just above the horizon, forbidden to sink and disappear no matter how much it wanted to. She crushed that paper to her chest as the tears streamed down her cheeks, but he wasn’t there to wipe them away that time. They just fell, two rivers of clear water unable to cease flow.

But Nami was selfish, and she never forgot. Not ever. Even though it hurt like hell. Because sometimes the memories most worth keeping did.

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Breathless

Word Count: 2,935

Romance, Fluff, Getting Together

Summary: It's Law's birthday, but Nami's the one who intends on receiving a gift—one she's had her eye on for a while now...

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“Eh? A birthday party for Law?”

Nami blinked in confusion as Bepo’s towering yet adorably fluffy form leaned over her with his massive paws pressed together in a placating, prayer-like gesture. It had only been two months since the crew had reunited on Saobody Archipelago and taken to the new world, but in that short timeframe, Luffy and the rest of the Straw Hats had landed themselves into oodles of trouble. In the midst of all that chaos, Luffy had secured (or kidnapped) an ally in Trafalgar D. Water Law, former Warlord of the Sea and well-known ruthless and irritable “Surgeon of Death.” Only the Straw Hats and his own crew knew that beneath that tough exterior was a man who felt strongly and paraded his own sense of justice that was admirable (well, most of the time).

He would never admit it, but he had really taken to Luffy—enough to travel alongside the Thousand Sunny rather than splinter off to continue meandering down the Grand Line. The yellow submarine was moored to the ship by a contraption of Franky’s, and so it was nothing for the crews to migrate between the two ships—such as this particular occasion, where Bepo had sought Nami out in her map room to beg her to help organize a surprise birthday party for his less-than-enthused captain.

“Yes! Captain has never been too enthusiastic about celebrating his birthday, but, we thought that if you guys planned it, he would be more inclined to relax and have a little bit of fun…” The Mink’s tiny ears fluttered nervously atop his pure white head.

Nami pushed herself away from her desk to swivel in her chair to face the anxious creature fully, tapping the end of her pencil against her lips. The Straw Hats were a partying bunch, and Law never really seemed to mind Luffy dragging him into the festivities… He would likely interrogate his crew as to who leaked the information for a short minute, but Bepo was most likely right; it wouldn’t be long before he resigned himself to Luffy’s indomitable will and enjoyed himself, at least a little.

Also, Nami had her own motives.

To be brunt, Nami just loved teasing the hell out of Law. After all, she wasn’t blind; tall, dark, brooding: he was like a gift sent from the gods. He was unlike any man she had ever met; rather than drool at her feet and pander for her affections, he played it completely cool. Nami’s flirtatious remarks and lack-or-personal-space ammunitions bounced right off him. He would always respond with baiting, sarcastic jibes that just had Nami’s blood singing with the thrill of the chase. They had been keeping up that back-and-forth banter for almost two months, and almost everyone could tell that it was reaching its boiling point; they got into barking matches several times a day, leaving his smug smirk imprinted in Nami’s mind. He was lounging around the deck far more often, too, and it wasn’t unusual that he started the petty exchanges instead of the vixen navigator. Poor Sanji was a jealous wreck who either ran off moping or tried to drop-kick Law in the side of the head, depending on his mood at the moment.

Yes, the tension between them was stretched as thin as it could be, and it would take just one itty, bitty, little thing for the wire to snap and strike fires of lust into the both of them.

Alcohol was the best way to be rid of any inhibitions or sense—and where does one find alcohol? Straw Hat parties!

Bepo became nervous for an entirely different reason as a twisted, malicious smirk spread across Nami’s face like blood coiling through clear water.

“Don’t worry, Bepo. Leave this allllllll to me…” she cackled as a menacing aura bloomed around her head.

The polar bear gulped and her door flapped wildly in his wake as he fled for the Polar Tang, likely regretting what he had just done…

Nami wished to God that she had a camera to capture the look on Law’s face when the promised day came. Easing him out of the submarine was simple enough; after all, even Luffy would notice if his entire crew had been missing for an entire hour. Little by little, the Heart Pirates had slunk over to the Thousand Sunny in preparation for the glorious event. As soon as Law’s feet had hit the deck, the combined pirate crew had jumped out of every unassuming crevice on the spacious deck. Law immediately went for his Nodachi, all the blood draining from his face, and his hand only halted on its hilt when he clapped eyes on Bepo’s lumbering hulk. His golden irises had flickered around in his eyeballs like a desperate fly frantic for a way out of a window. Then, to Nami’s great glee, all the stages of grief washed over his exhausted form before he very quietly but bashfully muttered, “There better be booze.”

Booze there was; the Straw Hats weren’t skimpy, after all. Still, it did little to curb Law’s annoyance at the grandiosity of it all—hundreds of colorful balloons, streamers and confetti poppers that left him constantly decorated with the rainbow ribbons and sparkly confetti no matter how many times he brushed it off, a ridiculously large cake with icing letters that denoted cute little messages from his crew. He had stared hard at it for about twenty seconds when the gleeful Shachi and Penguin had unveiled the masterpiece, face taking on that moonlight pallor again before pink began to creep up from his collar. He had whirled on his feet and pulled the brim of his fluffy hat over his eyes with a gruff approval, “Thanks.” Nami’s keen eyes just barely spied a light smile and a single stream of tears rolling down his cheek.

Big, bad, and brooding, but not unfeeling in the slightest. If anything, he felt far deeper than anyone else, and that’s what Nami adored about him. 

It didn’t take long for everyone to get good and sloshed—well, mostly everybody. Zoro could drink entire towns dry and barely even develop a buzz, and Nami was on a mission, so she restrained herself. That wasn’t saying much at all, considering she had her own hell of an alcohol tolerance (and, hey, liver cirrhosis was a pretty wimpy way to go). So, after drinking Shachi, Penguin, and even the mighty Ikkaku under the table in quick succession, Nami felt that familiar pleasurable hum in her nerves and confident haze in her mind; thus, she sat out to find her prey, leaving the three of them drooling and groaning on the grassy lawn of the ship in her tempestuous wake.

Law would always sit and drink with Luffy and the others for a while before his social meter would plummet and he would slink off for some solitude. However, there was never many variations on his part; there were only three places he ever snuck off to: the crow’s nest, the viewing deck at the bottom of the ship, or the small area containing Nami’s tangerine grove. The latter was his most common haunt and the closest, so the redhead checked there first. Luckily for her heel-clad feet, her intuition had been correct.

“Normally, Nami-ya, when a man sneaks off alone, he doesn’t want to be bothered.” His gruff greeting was belied by that audacious, teasing smirk that always managed to have her spin shivering some kind of good way. He was sitting on the small bench perpendicular to her aromatic mini-orchard of citrus plants, and surely the gods were having a time tempting her tonight because he looked absolutely beautiful in the moonlight. His dark hair seemed to shine like obsidian as the rays caught on it, and his golden eyes glittered like melted gold beneath unreasonably thick lashes. The chiseled, exposed muscles of his chest and abdomen looked like they were hewn from pure sandstone, and Nami’s eyes involuntarily traced the swirling heart patterns, so desperately wishing that it were her hands in their place.

Soon enough… Nami smirked prettily and downed the last of her beer before tossing the bottle lazily aside, to give her some liquid courage. She was about to attempt to seduce the Surgeon of Death, after all, and though she was 98% sure he was interested, that 2% still presented a pretty dangerous gamble.

“The fact that you haven’t Roomed me away yet implies that you don’t mind being bothered,” she countered with a girlish, airy chuckle.

His eyebrows quirked as if to say, “Oh, we’re starting already?”

Nami made sure to put a little extra sway in the sashay of her hips as she walked over to sit on the bench beside him, much closer than societal norms dictated; she was very aware of his piercing eyes trailing her movements all the while and coming to rest on her smirking face as she looked up at him.

“You’ve caught me. I’d be a fool to send away such gorgeous company,” he grinned into his hand as he rested his chin on it; he was facing straight ahead, but those mesmerizing irises fixated on her through the corners of his eyes. “I believe this ridiculous party was all your doing?”

“Aye, sir. ‘Twas all my doing,” she purred and crossed her legs, the slit in her dress falling in just the right way to expose the silky skin of her upper thigh. Law’s gaze flickered down to behold it for just a moment before snapping back up to meet her lidded brown ones once more—the eyes that were silently challenging, “What’re you gonna do about it?”

“Come now, don’t give me that look,” she tutted when a disapproving expression formed on his features. “To be fair, I only did it because Bepo asked. Your crew—and ours—just wanted you to have a good time.”

He stared at her a second before the corner of his mouth began to creep up his face again.

“That so?” God, he had such a sultry voice. It made Nami weak in the knees just hearing it, regardless of if what he was saying was suggestive or not.

“I don’t think so, Nami-ya.” He brought his face close, nose dancing right in front of hers and breath fanning her lips to deliver the faint hint of alcohol. “I think you had your own motives in all this.”

“What? Motives? Me?” She feigned innocence, hand flying to her heart in a false display of coy shock.

“Mhmm. I think you were looking for an opportunity to corner a certain pirate captain by your beloved tangerine trees.”

Nami bit down slightly on her bottom lip at the so thinly veiled accusation, and Law’s attentive eyes didn’t miss the wiggle of her hips and the rubbing of her legs together.

“Oh? It sounds to me like a certain pirate captain was wishing to be cornered…” came her playful reply.

“Cutting to the chase tonight, are we, Nami-ya? Fine, then. Two can play that game.”

Nami yelped when the man suddenly leaped at her, bowling her over on the bench such that she was flat on her back. Her bright tangerine hair spilled about her like a halo, and Law’s fingers slipped into the strands as one hand rested beside her head. The other had a firm but not painful grip at her waist, caging her in as he hovered above her like a tiger about to devour his prey. Admittedly, it was a little uncomfortable with the way her legs were situated; her hip was turned at a dramatic angle as both of them hung off the side of the bench, and she momentarily entertained the idea that she would much prefer them be wrapped around Law’s slender waist. Still, Nami’s mind did not amuse many thoughts, because her mind was fogged by the devastatingly handsome man pinning her to the wooden structure.

His chest was just barely pressing against hers, but enough for him to feel every heaving breath she was sucking in—the action, though small, had sent a jolt of adrenaline blasting through her veins, literally stealing her breath away. The hand holding her hip suddenly rose to trace a light path over her cheekbone and down her jawline. Nami’s eyes did not miss the nervousness clouding his golden eyes, the faint hint of concern that what he had just done had stepped over the line, and so she alleviated those hesitations by taking his hand to press kitten kisses over his fingertips. The approving groan that rumbled in his chest signaled the departure of any inhibitions he had about proceeding.

“I didn’t think I was the one who was going to get cornered,” she snickered while looking up at him with a slight tilt of her neck. Jesus, that cocky smirk of his was going to be her undoing.

“You should know me well enough by now to know that I can turn the tables any time I choose.”

The way his chest shook against hers in a deep rumbling chuckle left her even shorter of breath; if he kept this up, he was going to have to shove an oxygen mask on her face. Nami merely swallowed, waiting for whatever move he was going to make; but, he didn’t make one. He merely lay there, hovering over her with golden eyes like the brilliant sun itself, beholding her like she was the figure of divinity when he was the one framed in the ethereal moonlight. The way his eyes wandered her, over her curling tresses of sunny orange hair, the smooth lightly tanned skin of her body, the pools of her chestnut-brown irises-—the adoration and desire were unmistakable in those seraphic eyes of Trafalgar Law. Nami knew at that moment that his one and only wish was to cherish and worship her in sublime awe, in just the way she had been so sorely wanting. A man paraded for his unfeeling callous bloodthirstiness, regarding Nami as if she were the most beautiful angel sent from Heaven itself.

It was a reaction most unexpected that had Nami panting from the sheer radiance of it all.

“Nami-ya…” the way he crooned her name automatically had her eyes fluttering up to meet his. “You haven’t given me a birthday present yet. Quite rude, especially for a party host.”

“And what does the great Trafalgar Law ask of little ol’ me?”

“A kiss,” he answered without missing a beat.

Despite her fully knowing the answer that was going to come from his stupidly sexy smirking mouth, the instantaneous response sent a heat wave pulsing across her cheeks. Nami was not one to be bested in the art of teasing, however; thus she put a finger to her pursed lips as she pretended to mull it over. She saw Law’s eyes visibly darken at her provocative coquettishness. Her brown eyes shifted to the canvas of night stunningly displayed behind him as she mocked consideration before they flickered back to him with a small mewl of consent.

“As you wish, but just one,” she said while holding up her finger.

Law once more sprung at her with breath-stealing speed, his hand grabbing her raised wrist to trap it beside her head while his mouth swept over hers like a wave crashing upon a rocky shore. Nami’s eyes fluttered shut when his impossibly soft lips melded over hers like they were simply made for each other. With a deep hunger and need, he ground his mouth against hers with enough force and fury to leave them bruised and aching. Nami’s lips parted, desperate for a deeper, more sensual kiss, and his tongue eagerly complied to dive into her mouth and tangle with her own. Nami’s head began swimming from both a lack of oxygen and the intoxicating taste of him, supplemented by the sharp tang of the alcohol he had been consuming.

It was just one kiss, but Law sure used the hell out of it; by the time he finally released her, she was near respiratory arrest, her lips sore and achy but still wishing for more attention. When she finally regained her sassy wits, she huffed with a winded smile, “Happy birthday. Same time next year?”

“You are an impossibly irritating woman.”

It would be an insult under normal circumstances, but the unmistakable amusement in his tone made Nami grin. She languidly circled her arms around his neck and pushed her fingers into those midnight threads of hair to curl them around her fingertips absentmindedly.

“Now, now, Law… If you’d asked nicely, I would’ve given you another one.” Her eyes glittered like the glimmering stars above as she eyed him invitingly.

His hand had still been holding her wrist the entire time, and it finally loosened its grip to run down her forearm to unabashedly cup one of her breasts. He didn’t ask, because he didn’t need to; with another snorting chuckle, his mouth melted over hers once more, softly and gently this time. Nami arched into him at his sweet caresses, eyes closing as her poor abused lungs began to weep at the successive loss of oxygen…

Nami had never been so absolutely breathless, and this man before her had made off with it so very easily. She smiled into the kiss as sparks began to dance along her body, and she giddily wondered if she would survive the night without needing an oxygen mask… Good thing Law was a doctor.

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