#weapons control usopp

[softepilogues]

*banging pots and pans* more one piece star trek aus

[tobreed-ornottobreed]

Discreet

Me and the 4 other Usopp fuckers go wild! This is 100% not proof read or well written - this was fully whatever came into my brain onto tumblr, I just needed something with Usopp/M!reader. This was written with me as the target demographic.

Fully inspired by Hurling Downs 🐉 Anon thirst. I hope you like this.

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Warnings! A little Sanji/Usopp/Reader at the end. Ftm Usopp (Usopp has a pussy). Male reader (not really mentioned?). Oral (Reader giving). Voyeurism? Exhibitionism. Crying. Nothing dark or too weird, Usopp and Reader are in an established relationship.

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“Wait-!”

A hand latched onto a clump of your hair, pushing and pulling your head with erratic indecisiveness.

Usopp cried out, lips quivering, unable to decide wether he wanted your face closer or away from his aching cunt.

A choked noise left him when he finally pressed your face fully into his dripping pussy, the usual moans and shrieks he let out were quiet and restrained, and you could see his worried eyes flicker toward the unlocked door.

That wouldn’t do.

It had been weeks since you had any alone time together, an onslaught of sea beast attacks and pirate gangs that left no room for you and Usopp to have any alone time.

And finally! Finally, you had caught him alone, tinkering with Nami’s clima-tact so blissfully unaware and exhausted.

You had planned on just a few innocent, fluffy touches, kissing him gently against the nape of his neck, getting him ready for a night in your shared cabin - but, a few whining noises and a shuddering plea led to you shoving the straps of his dungarees from his shoulders and settling yourself beneath his cluttered workbench.

The flat of your tongue laved over his clit, the tip circling under his hood - he yelped and slammed a hand against his mouth, the one in your hair tightening as he tried to control himself.

“Hey!” You laughed breathily, goosebumps rising against his brown skin, already coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

You kissed the inside of his thigh, relishing in the beautiful display, the way his thighs parted subconsciously, allowing you to indulge further and the way tears were already welling up in his eyes.

He tasted earthy and sweet, something so him. And you showed your appreciation with a throaty groan, the lower half of your jaw already drenched in his slick and your own saliva.

“Wait! I need to- ugn.. Mn! I need to finish this f’r-for Nami!”

You pitied him, pulling your tongue from its attack against his pretty pink hole - letting it hang lewdly from your lips as you gave him a heated, half lidded look.

“I’m not stopping you Usopp. You’re the master craftsman, I’m sure my little distraction won’t be enough to stop the Great,”

Your tongue returned to his clit slowly, eyes locked with his as you gave it a much too gentle kitten lick. His breath caught in his throat, hips stuttering forward to chase his pleasure.

“Captain,”

Your tongue swirled beneath the hood, suddenly pressing harder against the bundle of nerves, just to listen to him gasp. His body doubled over, hands balling into fists - pulling your hair tighter, using the strands as leverage to pathetically fuck your face.

“Usopp.”

Usopp had worried when you first became official that he was not what you wanted, his self doubt doubling tenfold. He was worried you wanted someone stronger, like Zoro, or skilled, like Sanji. Even someone more optimistic, like Luffy!

But fuck, in this moment, with his glistening pussy on display, rivulets of sweat running down his scarred chest and an already fucked out expression on his face. He put even Boa Hancock to shame.

He nodded, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes - tips of his ears and long nose turning red with his blush. He leant forward, relieving your scalp of his tight grip, shaking hands picking up the delicate metals of Nami’s weapon.

Your mouth returned to its rightful place against his cunt, licking and sucking like a man starved. Each time he cursed or a spring fell from the work top you nipped at his most sensitive areas, his clit and the edges of his drenched lips, your teeth dragging from to top of his cunt to press against the gushing hole of his entrance - he was practically sobbing by the time he had screwed one nut in place.

Your cock strained against your pants, just aching to be nestled within him again but you withheld - this was for his pleasure, a calm sea in the New World was rare and was sure to allow you both enough time to get reacquainted with one another.

His hips bucked against your chin impatiently, pulling you from your thoughts - his teary eyes pleading with you, a line of drool connecting him to his arm, where he had been stifling his moans, his pretty plump lips opening, presumably to beg for you to return to your feast.

Your tongue dipped inside again, hoping to oblige your pretty partner, lapping at his inner walls before freezing.

“Usopp! Dinners ready, didn’t you hear me calling?”

Sanji knocked on the workshop door, luckily thick enough to muffle the sounds of panic and pleasure as Usopp writhed, still skewered on your tongue.

“I-in a second Sanji! I’m.. ngh.. oh- I’m finishing this last thing on Nami’s climax..- CLIMA-TACT!”

You muffled a laugh within Usopp’s folds, puffy lips swallowing sounds of amusement and amplifying Usopps panicked moans and whispers of disapproval.

“Uh huh, right. You can do that after you eat. I need to keep an eye on Luffy, I’ll just stick the plate on your work bench.”

Usopps walls tightened around your tongue, eyes cloudy with humiliated tears - his hands trying to push your face away to no avail, much too weak to even move you an inch.

They tangled in your hair, instead, as you wiggled the slimy muscle, pressing into the spongy nerves that made up his favourite spot.

“Stop.. oh god I can’t..”

The handle to the door creaked, smoke from Sanjis daily cigarette billowing into the room.

It must’ve been a sight to behold from Sanjis point of view - one you are sure could never be replicated by artist or photographer.

Usopp’s curly hair unravelled and frizzing with sweat and the humid temperature of the room, his dungarees pulled bellow his knees - flushed face and sniffling nose, humiliated gaze drawn to Sanjis confused one.

His nipples were hard and the muscles in his lithe stomach jumped, wet pussy between his legs coating his stool, the dungarees and your face in his juices.

And as the last topping on, arguably, your favourite session with Usopp, was his cunt clenching hard around your tongue - his hips thrusting themselves forward as he cried out, pleasure erupting from him in a stream of his release. You watched as his head fell backward, eyes crossed - the muscles in his legs jumping erratically as he came in gushes of slick.

Sanji stepped back in shock, watching his crew mates in such an intimate position.. not to mention the way Usopp was still crying and begging. Looking Sanji in the eye with a panicked explanation that this was “not what it looks like!” Even as his cunt still creamed and his muscles kept spasming.

Sanji’s black jeans were tight around his crotch, the lies spilling from Usopps swollen lips just adding to the erotic sight before him.

You grinned, back and neck aching slight as you squeezed out from under the workbench, a hand carding through Usopps curly hair to calm his frantic ‘explanation’.

“I think Luffy will be fine for a few minutes, right Sanji?”

Usopp gulped, hand intwining with yours atop his head. Sanji shuddered, thousands of thoughts running through his head.. but the sight of you with Usopp’s cum still running down your face and the way Usopps thighs were still shaking from his mind numbing orgasm.. how could he say no?

[as-i-watch]

Hypothetical: Straw Hat DnD night. How do you think it goes?

I imagine something along the lines of:

Like everything else the Straw Hats do, it will end in chaos

Usopp is the DM, bc he has the talent to spin a yarn and make it so interesting and he's quick on his toes to go with whatever bullshit they throw at him

Nami is the one that keeps the group on check and pretty much the leader of the party. She is in charge of the money. Maybe plays as a wizard

Sanji straight up plays out his fantacy of being a knight in shinning armour. Constantly gets caught up and drags the group in side-quests to help damsels in distress. He is a paladin bound to the divine cause of save the ladies, all the ladies

Zoro has no interests in roleplaying and sleeps for most of the campaing...until there's a fight. He mocks the bad guys weapons and criticize their fighting style. He plays a barbarian who used three swords (if it aint broken)

Chopper is the one that's the most excited about the roleplay. He wears costumes and does voices and sound effects while he plays. He plays a wizard bc he loves casting fireballs (he feels terrible when a party memeber gets caught up in the blast)

Robin brings up the darkest shit ever seen. Her charecter is fucked up in the head but is the reason the rest of the party is alive. She's the one that solves all the puzzles. She plays a claric who maybe is a bit too much into necromancy

Brook got way into the game when he learned he could sing. He plays a bard ofc bc he lives for the music (even tho he's not alive) Comic relief duo with Franky. Enjoys way too much the shopping trips and makes Usopp play all the NPCs in the market.

Franky is the less serious monk you'll ever meet. He liked the martial arts part of the class but he will double class as a bard bc he constantly joins Brook on his performances. He is the one that always tries to flirt with the monster.

Luffy has cero impulse control and is the reason the game moves but never in the direction Usopp plans. He plays a fighter and is punching his way through the campaign. Keeps getting mad he cant roleplays his gommu gommu no attacks in the game. Eventualy gets distracted and ends up playing with the minis

(i really dont know that much about dnd classes, i've only watched the first campaign of critical role but you all get the idea)

[an-au-blog]

Re-ordering (highest to lowest) the bounties in the strawhat crew because Oda is either way too bias or has the memory of a goldfish. (I'm rating them if I was a marine in canon) (updated I didn't mean to miss anyone I'm so sorry)

1. Luffy

for obvious reasons: he's the captain, strongest, etc.

2. Nico Robin

i cannot stress this enough. NICO ROBIN IS SECOND!

She is the only person left alive that can read the ponegliphs, therefore the only one who can get ANYONE to Laugh tale. She had been chased by the government since she was eight. She's not only one of the smartest people not only on the crew, but dare I say on the Grand Line, but she's also one of the strongest. (like idk how people keep forgetting this, did we not watch Wano???) She's been an assassin and the right hand man of one of the seven warlords for years. I'd even say she was kind of his body guard tbh...

3. Franky

I'm putting Franky so high up because of a couple of factors. The obvious ones: He is physically strong, also extremely smart (as he was an apprentice to a man so feared by the marines they looked for any excuse to execute him, whether because of his social standing or skills) He has lasers(one of the strongest, if not THE strongest weapons in their universe) designed by Vega Punk himself. But most importantly: he memorized the blue prints of a weapon important enough for the world government to try and assassinate as many people as they need to get their hands on. He can build it at any point and there's no other copy of it.

4. Zoro and Sanji (same bounty)

I'm putting them above the rest mainly because I still respect Oda's decision to put them higher up. Physical strength aside, each of them, in my opinion, has a good reason to be deemed as dangerous. Logically, one would put the Captain's right-hand man above the other, but Sanji's "Vinsmoke" status, much as he hates it, boosts him up. He may not have grown up with them or have the same mutations or "upgrades", but the people don't know that. Fear wins half the battle.

5. Jinbei and Brook

By very little below №4, if they're not the same, they are very close (but IDK which one is above the other.) What would be scariest to me if I was the world government's shoes, would be influenced and propaganda, and these two are extremely influential figures and loved by many.

But let's start with Jinbei: He's an ex-warlord. He is lobed by man, if not all of Fiahman island. He's highly respected and feared. The waters are his domain, plus he's physically very strong.

Brook: a master swordsman and a man who can control people with music?!?! I feel like we keep forgetting that. He also spent the time skip become an infamous rockstar, who's fans FOUGHT THE NAVIE so they could listen to him! Influence-wise, Brook takes the cake.

6. Usopp

With half-a-mind to put him in the №5 bundle, I'm putting him a bit lower for one reason only: not everyone would know or believe what happened in Dresrossa. Undoubtedly, he had created a cult-like following there and he can spin a tale to his advantage, and technically being pronounced a "God" would make it... a cult... But that would lose brownie points in the major public's eyes. Even though his skills are admirable, he's not as strong or wildly influential as Jinbei (a literal warlord) and Brook (the Michael Jackson of op)

7. Nami

Navigator, they can't go far or fast without her. She has had a record with the navie before as a petty thief, but other than her charms and wits, there's no reason for them to put her higher...

8. Chopper

The Navie does not care for Chopper. I don't think they'd put him anywhere above the last spot in any universe... sorry.

[aesthetic-bbyg]

might I request 🫣

an Usopp x ditsy y/n where the reader is.. 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑚, busty, to say the least, and always clings to him (sort of like how Nami does), albeit unaware that the behavior seems to always fluster him

And maybe they end up paired together when everyone splits up to fight someone or whatever, and Uso pulls them aside to hide, obviously, but in a bit of tight spot?

you can edit this however you like, thank you for reading!!

A DAMSAL IN DISTRESS - USOPP

usopp x ditzy,fem!reader

IN WHICH you can’t help but cling onto Usopp, he’s just so cute.

nattie speaks!: AHHHHH I’m so sorry for the wait, I felt so bad that this took way longer then expected so some parts were a bit rushed and a bit shitty🫣🫣. Also, I gave the reader this power, basically like a banshee, she screams and it’s a weapon. It’s only included in a small portion bc I wanted to stay close to what the anon requested!!

USOPP WASNT SURE IF HIS BAD habit of lying constantly was currently a blessing or a curse. You took interest in him after he’d rambled on about escaping the large beast of the sea, the Kraken. Since then you’ve been—he didn’t want to be rude and say obsessive, so..clingy. He’d somehow managed to capture you’re attention with his false stories. You nodded dumbly with big eyes as he dramatized yet another tale, waving his hands around like a maniac while you just giggled.

“Uh-huh, what after?” You leaned closer across the table curiously, your cheek falling to rest on the palm of your hand.

“Then, I took my sword and I sliced his ass from head to toe.” Usopp smirked triumphantly, sucking in a deep breath and releasing as he fell back against the chair. “And that’s the story of how I defeated the monster of the Blue Lagoon.”

“No way!” You gasped, eyes wide with such content, completely unaware of how close your tits were to spilling out of your top. Truth be told, Usopp had dragged out the story as long as possible to see the moment a nipple peaked out. He swallowed before he chuckled, eyes flickering between your bright smile and bouncing breast. “You’re so brave, Uso.” You stood from your seat, walking over to give him a peck on the cheek. “How ‘bout I go get food for my brave Captain, hmm?”

Usopp never nodded his head so quick, both out of being very hungry and because he needed a breather. You had made him so ridiculously flustered, he nearly forgotten to take in air with how close you were. The moment you footsteps faded to enter the kitchen he let out a large sigh. His senses struggling to regulate, all he could think about was you. The sticky gloss that clung to his skin, the sweet scent you left behind, the echo of your giggles in his mind.

He needed to get a grip before he literally exploded. The next few days to Arlong Park would be hell if he couldn’t learn to control himself when around you. But he just couldn’t figure out how it was possible to do that when you pranced around in such low cut shirts and tight bottoms. He didn’t have much time to think about it before you were back, holding two servings of food. You placed it on the large crate that laid between the two of you.

“What did Sanji make?” Usopp questioned, mustering up to the most normal smile he could give.

“Some sort of pasta, dunno, wasn’t really attention.” You shrugged casually, handing him a shimmering silver fork. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, you went unaware of the stolen glances Usopp took of you. He paid far too much attention to your features, especially your most prominent one..but he wouldn’t ever admit that.

You were close to opening your mouth and breaking the silence before Zoro came up, plopping a whiny Buggy between your plates.

“Usopps turn, I’m done.” The swordsman muttered annoyingly, walking away without another word.

“Hey—what!” Usopp shouted back to Zoro, his calls being ignored as the the blue-haired clown chuckled.

“Hiya, pal, nice to see you!” The clown exclaimed with an overly happy tone. “Tell me, have, have you boned pretty babe over here or wh—“

Usopp clamped his hand over the clown mouth, embarrassingly looking over at you, your eyes held an innocent confusion as you stood. “I’ll go ahead and take these to the kitchen, be back!”

Usopp nodded with a smile, waiting for you to be out of ear shot before uncovering Buggy’s mouth. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Shut up.” Usopp mumbled with a flushed face, hiding it by fiddling with his slingshot.

“Oh, c’mon, she’s totally into you and it super fuckin’ obvious in case you couldn’t already see.” The clown commented, “And, hey, I’m not one to give relationship in advice here but you should bone her—“

“Can you stop saying that.” The man snapped quietly as he noticed you approaching. You didn’t sit down, instead placed a soft hand on his shoulder.

“It’s getting dark, Uso, ya wanna head in?” You asked softly, eyes glowing curiously in the moonlight. You shared a space with Nami, but ever since she left you’d didn’t liked sleeping in that empty bed. Instead, you slept next to Usopp every night.

It came as a surprise at first. The midnight sky had caused a dark hue to blanket over the ship. The moon hidden behind indigo clouds, only a few strings of light guided you down to the boy’s chambers. You’d pushed Usopps door open, thankful that it didn’t creak loudly, and slowly entered. You footsteps patting against the hardwood floor, hands out in front of you to navigate the darkness until you felt a soft cushion. You peeled back the blanket and climbed in, without a care in the world except for finding some warmth.

Usopp had felt the bed shift, covers shuffling without him moving which is what caused him to fully awake. He panicked at first, not moving an inch as the person beside him got comfortable. It was until he felt you soft hands caress up his bicep, bare legs entangling with his own, then a sweet sigh that tickled his neck. After a few moments he heard nothing, just your deep breaths as he laid there, completely clueless on what to do. Should he hold you? But that would wake you again wouldn’t it? He chose to go to sleep and see what the next morning held.

And if Usopp wasn’t flustered enough already the next day he was practically dead. Your position had switched in the middle of the night, and so did his. Ass against his hips, his arm draped over your waist, and you back against his firm chest. He wasn’t sure how you two needed in this position but every morning now was like this.

Usopp determined that the best way to continue this routine was if Buggy’s head was shoved into a empty barrel and left there for the night.

“You better bone her if your leaving here—“ The clown angrily shouted before his voice was muffled by the lid sliding over the open top. Usopp let out a sigh, walking over to the sleeping quarters below deck where you’d already gone to get changed for bed.

Your head quirked up at the sound of his approaching footsteps, smiling softly at the sight of him. “We’re nearly there, Uso. It’s best that you get some sleep for the rest of the journey.”

Usopp nodded in agreement, removing his shirt like he always did before bed and climbing into the covers. You shouldn’t be so excited as you are each time you cuddle close to him. It shouldn’t be so rewarded to feel him so close to you as you drift to sleep. Usopp was suppose to be your fellow crew member and nothing more. Yet there was an undeniable feeling that made you cling to him. It made you giddy.

Unbeknownst to you, these feelings struck Usopp tenfold.

“LAND HO!” USOPP EXCLAIMED, ARM raising to point to a spec of land from afar. You lifted your head, squinting to see the bundled up islands from you spot. As you got closer it looked like nothing almost, and when the boat docked it was even worse. The small village looked abandoned, old homes falling apart and grey in color. Most of the plants around were dead, drained of their natural color. One home was even raised above the grown, ripped from the floor and left to rot mid air.

This is when things started to blur together. One moment, you watch in fear, clinging onto Usopps arms. He’s a brave warrior, you thought, surely he’d protect you against the strange atmosphere that this place brought. But the next you were sprinting into the woods, just behind Usopp as a fish man with strangely large lips chased after you.

It was a fight you had no idea on how to win. They were fishman, some of the strongest beings of the world, and here you were running away from one. Even worse, the fish with the huge lips was able to spit out fire with just a sip of his hard drink. There was more than enough evidence to prove that you were screwed.

The boy in front of you turned around, quickly tugging your arm and pulling close, ducked down, rolling to hide behind a fallen tree. You fell atop of Usopp, panting heavily as fishman’s spits barley flew over your head. All went quiet, weirdly quiet but you didn’t dare even blink loudly.

“Hey.” Usopp whispered as you lifted your head from his chest. “Ya think you can scream for me, pretty girl?” You swallowed thickly, nodding, the pure terror of the approaching footsteps muting your voice. “Then wait for my signal, ‘kay.”

Usopp shuffled from under, making it more comfortable for the both, well, mostly you. Being within such a close proximity of your soft skin made him nervous, no amount of comfort was able to calm his nerves. But he ignored the squeezable skin that pressed against his chest, ignored that your core that was hovering just above his dick, ignored the grip on his bicep. He looked at you, waiting for the right moment to give you the sign so the fishman went down once and for all.

You were terrified, that was for sure, but you mustered up some courage to pull the plan off. You felt a tap on your hand, causing to rise up and stare directly at the fishman. But before he could open fire you let out a ear piercing shriek. A wail so loud it launched the fish man backwards. Far enough so he was too distracted in getting up and gaining back his senses to realize that Usopp was sneaking in.

You watched, wide eyed as the fishman sat up, bottle still tightly in his clutch. Usopp loaded in his new invention into his slingshot and directly hit the alcohol. A loud explosion followed, smoke clearing to reveal a motionless fishman.

You laughed in a relief, standing up and slowly approaching the scene.

Usopp shouts in excitement, proudly chuckling at the sight of the smoking body laid motionless on the ground. “Yeah! Take that! The Great Captain Usopp fells yet another notorious villain!” He swallows back his heavy breaths, glancing around. “And..no one’s around to see it.”

“I saw it, Uso!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around him with a giggle. The sheer force of your excitement gave you enough strength to drag him down into your chest. His whole face making contact with your tits while you rambled in content. “Just as brave as you tell in your stories! Gosh, I can’t wait tell everyone how you saved me.” You pull his head up, planting kisses along his cheeks.

The boy puffed his chest out pridefully, smirking despite the blush that littered his cheeks. “What can I say, a great Captain like me never fails to save a damsel in distress.” He hooked an arm around your waist, gazing down at you.

“A reward is much needed after this.” You Pat his chest, smiling softly with such a innocent yet antagonizing look. Without another word, you’d pulled away, waking back in the direction Arlong park.

Usopp stared at your fading figure with furrowed brows. “A reward?”

OMG THIS TOOK WAY TO LONG BUT I WAS LITERALLY GOING BACK ND FORTH W THIS FIC BC I FELT LIKE IT WAS SOO BAD. But I need to release smth so this is it!! I really hoped this lived up to the request, ik i added some of my own elements but ignore that🫣

(sucks dick coquettely)

[camels-pen]

bam. soul eater au. i even put thought into it

notes and whatever under here

usopp is a singular shoe. a right shoe specifically. sanji is his insufferable meister

get it. he's a shoe bc he runs a lot. do. do you ge-

the idea of turning part of his body into shoelaces to use as a makeshift slingshot is INCREDIBLY amusing to me

usopp never fails to be scared in every fight they're in. all the time. so like, just our normal guy

usopp has so many fucking compartments it's really funny. he Loves them of course bc it means a lot of the stuff he carries can be accessible to his partner. he loves practicality

sanji fucking hates it. not the fact that they're there, but the fact that usopp can't control what comes out of them. the one in front of his toes (which, another thing, the compartments defy physics at all times. they can just make space where there is none) could spit out explosives or fucking. bubbles.

the other compartments aren't as bad, that's where sanji can steal usopp's snacks from. and other assorted shit that usopp frantically shoved in his pocket before turning to weapon form.

usopp never had a partner before sanji bc not a lot people can deal with a weapon partner who is. a single shoe. with a random gacha pull for some effect that could be totally useless.

sanji never had a partner before usopp bc he's shit to boys, a fuckboy to girls, and gets in fights. so fucking often. that last bit is more of a problem bc people see how well he fights without a weapon and can get intimidated.

sanji didnt really care about getting a weapon partner (unless they were a pretty girl) and his first impression of usopp wasn't great. pretty terrible actually. but there was one shining moment, a glimpse into his bravery and convictions, which made him ask usopp to be his partner.

usopp was terrified of sanji when he first saw him, fighting with two students- a meister and weapon pair- with just his own legs (what kind of a freakish monster-). he happened upon moments of sanji's kindness and managed a decent conversation with him. totally screwed up at one point, but he must've really made an impression with his conversational skills bc next thing he knew, he and sanji were a meister-weapon pair.

fun fact i also accidentally made him an ice skater and an orchestra conductor AND gave him a whole bunch of different outfit colours before just saying "i cant take this anymore" and slapping pink on him

behold. also it's fuive am. good night.

[doodleplus]

genshinified them…i wanted to know what zoro would look like with a vision and it devolved from there (first six are splash wips)

bare-bones details/mechanics of how this au would work under the cut hehe

Luffy is a young adventurer who wants to find all the gnoses (reasons unclear), was mockingly called ‘king of the archons’ as a result, then adopted that as his goal. He meets Zoro in Inazuma, where he was imprisoned under the ruling of the Raiden Shogun, and upon temporarily defeating her, they escape with no destination in mind. Nami decides to hitch a ride with them, promising that she’ll navigate their wave rider to the next place they are trying to go. (And they meet Usopp and Sanji and leaves for her hometown in Fontaine to pay off Arlong etc etc)

It follows the main story from then on, except it’s much more condensed (Teyvat is much smaller than the One Piece world), and there’s much more of a spotlight on how archons (and gnoses) work. Devil Fruits, Haki, Points, and other magical combat abilities are condensed into Visions (for the sake of world placement), though Vision strength levels get introduced to accommodate power levels of characters in One Piece.

Anyhow! I’ve thought of all the strawhats’ countries of origin + element + weapons so I’ll list them here: (since I’ve not gotten super far into the anime it’s not perfect (past Robin it gets hazy for me))

- Luffy

* grew up in Mondstadt, nation of origin Natlan, Khaenri’ah (though he doesn’t know nor care)

* has an anemo vision that he activated by grabbing a hollow vision out of a chest the red-haired pirates had found (matches his eating of the devil fruit in canon)

* catalyst user as he can’t fight with weapons well

- Zoro

* grew up in Inazuma

* has a dendro vision that he gained when he promised to become the world’s greatest swordsman with kuina (who already had a pyro vision)

* sword.

- Nami

* grew up in Fontaine, country of origin Inazuma

* gained her (hydro) vision after Arlong took her away and tried to sell it. when that failed, she refused to use it until she was free from Arlong. However, she doesn’t really know how to control her powers until she fights Ms. Double Finger with a spear specially forged for her.

* polearm user, most specially her clima-tact (as she calls it)

- Usopp

* from Mondstadt, father is from Natlan

* gained his geo vision after meeting Onion, Carrot, and Pepper and creating the Usopp Pirates, and he used it to avoid as much trouble as he could—he still usually uses it defensively

* bow user (obviously)

- Sanji

* grew up in Fontaine, born in Snezhnaya

* gained his (pyro) vision not when he tried cooking as a kid in the palace, not on the Orbit, but on the last day of him and Zeff being stranded on the empty island, starving. Zeff had already had a vision then, and it solidified his choice to take the kid in and teach him cooking

* he fights with his legs. catalyst

- Chopper

* from Snezhnaya

* got his cryo vision when he tried to help an injured member of his reindeer pack, which changed him into more of a humanoid reindeer hybrid, leading to him being ostracized until he met Hiluluk, a doctor

* bow user, to mimic the sniping function of brain point. other points function as his elemental skill and burst

- Robin

* from Snezhnaya, but has been in Sumeru for the last few years

* got her vision as she learned to read Khaenri’ahn, which then made her an outlaw

* catalyst user—her attacks make organic mimics of hands, formed by flowers and vines

- Franky

* grew up in Fontaine, country of origin Mondstadt

* got his (electro) vision when apprenticed to Tom as a shipbuilder

* claymore user because in-story he’d be the only character who would be able to use one comfortably

- Brook

* from Mondstadt

* gained his anemo vision when he was about to die on an island near Fontaine, and somehow it kept him alive, blowing food and causing rain storms constantly to where he was stranded (the strawhats have contemplated whether he has a gnosis on him)

* sword user! with great elemental mastery

- Jinbe

* from Inazuma

* gained his hydro vision almost immediately after seeing the ocean for the first time (he was born as a youkai and lived right next to the ocean so it was rather soon after he was born)

* polearm user, and is partial to tridents

BONUS:

- Ace

* grew up in Mondstadt, countries of origin Natlan, Khaenri’ah

* got his pyro vision when he got shipwrecked and stranded on an island after leaving Mondstadt

* is also a catalyst user

- Vivi

* from the desert portion of Sumeru, though has been traveling around Teyvat in disguise

* got her geo vision after fighting Kohza but doesn’t find it useful at all (she wishes she had a hydro vision and is confused as to why Nami rarely uses hers…irony)

* her assigned weapon is a polearm (the peacock feather whips do not have a direct translation into the game, which is frustrating)

If you read all of this, oh boy (and also thanks!)

[nethhiri]

Siren Charms: Chapter 8

Zoro x Siren!Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood

Hunger

The Straw Hats were a lot more welcoming than you expected them to be, more welcoming than you deserved from them. The only one who maintained a distance was Zoro. It was plain to see he still didn't trust you. He hesitated about giving your sword back, eyeing it with some curiosity, as he did so. He seemed to realize you didn't need a sword to hurt anyone. Your body was the weapon. 

All the human contact was a bit overwhelming for you, more so since you were so hungry. You often set yourself apart, sitting on the figurehead or the roof of the crow's nest. You were a nocturnal creature, so it was easy for you to climb into one of the trees on the ship and fall asleep on a limb during the daytime hours. A few times you might have been so deeply asleep and weak in general that you fell out of the tree. You didn't even wake up one of those times and it was a miracle you didn't fall into Zoro's lap since he often slept in the shade of the trees.

You found yourself in the kitchen, quite shamefully. Sanji greeted you with his normal enthusiasm and astutely noticed your demeanor. "What's wrong, mademoiselle?" 

"Remember the other day, when you yelled at Luffy for stealing food?"

"I do."

"It... was me." Your craving was so intense you broke the lock on the fridge and ate a few steaks raw from the fridge. "I'm sorry." You felt bad that Luffy got whopped on the head for your thievery. 

Sanji lamented, "Am I not feeding you well enough? Is my cooking subpar?!" He dramatically put his head on the counter. "I apologize for starving you so!" He was impressed that you basically ripped the fridge door off the hinges trying to get in. Nothing Franky couldn't fix. 

"No, no. That's not it. Your cooking is great." You didn't know how to explain. "I need...more. More than food." You actually didn't need to eat food at all, but you could still enjoy the flavors. "I need blood...from people." 

"Oh like for your devil fruit?" Sanji nodded. "Don't you worry about it. I got you covered." 

You didn't correct him. They seemed to be under the impression you had some kind of vampiristic devil fruit power. There wasn't a reason to correct them in your eyes. They could create their own justifications in their head for why you were this way. No one had outright asked you, so it didn't matter that much anyway.

That evening you during dinner, one of the only times you were with everyone together, Sanji delivered a cup of viscous red liquid. You grabbed his wrist as he pulled it back from setting the cup down. There were bandages around his hand. In a flash, you tore the bandages with a nail to reveal a thin red line. "You didn't have to do that." You pressed the flat of your tongue against his palm and let his hand go. "There." The cut on his hand was a healed pink line. 

Chopper was fascinated. "How did you do that?!" He made a mental note to examine the properties of your saliva later.

"Just can." You shrugged. While Sanji was saying something about never washing that hand again, you tried exercising self-control in drinking the blood he provided for you. That failed almost immediately when you chugged it and then stuck your tongue as far down the sides as you could to lick the sides clean. 

Luffy was ecstatic that Nami and Usopp immediately relinquished their plates out of queasiness. 

"Maybe let's not have blood at the table," Nami said, almost apologetically. 

You shrank, feeling like you were in trouble. "Sorry." You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand and excused yourself. 

It was difficult assimilating. You had odd habits and odder tastes. At least now you had some human blood in you. You could already feel a pump from the energy. All you needed was a jumpstart. With that little bit you could grow your wings and locate other food sources. You would have been able to sooner had Luffy not banned you from feeding on the crew. You sat atop the crow's nest, eyes scanning the horizon. The wind tossed the scent of humans close by at your nose. 

You waited until everyone had gone to bed, pulling your mask over your face. Franky had taken it while you were hurt and inspected it, fascinated by the foreign technology. It was an oxygen concentrator. Helpful for when you were at high altitude or deep sea, where the element was somewhat scarce. It also helped give you a performance boost in normal circumstances. 

It felt so good and so freeing after a week of being human-bound for your wings to sprout from your back, erupting from your skin in a black flourish. As soon as the feathers settled into position, you launched yourself to the sky, a few flaps of your wings sending you gliding under the stars. The promise of a good meal had you rocketing towards the smell of humans. For you, a distance of a few miles was well within your hunting range. Your internal compass was impeccable and there was no worry in your mind that you wouldn't find your way back. Plus your green snack had such a hold over you, that you felt like his scent could bring you back from twice as far. In fact, the entire time you fed, you pretended it was him you were draining, for the brief feeling of satisfaction. 

Without a sound, several hours later, your feet touched the deck. A pair of gray eyes watched you, narrowing, wondering where you had gone. 

[charsui]

One Piece And Favourite Video Games

Straw Hats:

Luffy - 1, 2, Switch, Eye Toy, and games with motion controls - the faster the better

Zoro - Nioh, Ghost of Tsushima, Sekiro Shadows Die Twice - he loves something with katanas and as high a difficulty as possible

Nami - Payday, Thief, Hitman - stealth but ones where you either get bank or murder people in elaborate ways, as well as Sea of Thieves and she gets the whole crew in on playing

Usopp - he's huge on FPS games, mainly ones that are a power fantasy like Halo, Gears of War, but also loves Sniper Elite games and Jedi Fallen Order/Survivor. The out of left field one though is Risen 2 as he gets to be a captain of his own crew

Sanji - I'll say now he hates Cooking Mama although he's really good at it - he loves Dance Dance Revolution, SIFU, those weird free Steam dating sims, but also loves fishing minigames

Chopper - any and all farming type sims like Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley, and if he plays an RPG he can never be mean to anyone and reloads hours of game to make sure he's made the kindest choices

Robin - No Man's Sky, Tomb Raider games, she gets lost in big games to try and find those one of a kind weapons and gear to store in her in-game house - for example Bethsoft RPGs and making her house a museum

Franky - Cyberpunk 2077, The Turing Test etc as can be expected, but also plays a load of Sims titles as it reminds him of his Franky Family, he also plays online games with them where he can

Jinbe - he barely plays any games and has to have a lot explained to him, but he plays alongside others, likes the Buzz quiz games as it tests his knowledge, plays some Mario Kart, and wildly dominates at fighting games but no one knows how or why, even him.

[moxie-girl]

um ok Strawhats Star Wars au (think like clone wars era-ish) where they’re all space pirates…

- Luffy is a force-sensitive Mandalorian foundling from a covert of True Mandalorians hiding bc the New Mandalorians currently control the planet (Shanks is his buir btw) (he’s standard human …?)

- Zoro is a former Jedi youngling who left after his crèche-mate and best friend Kuina died, he fights with two of his own lightsabers as well as Kuina’s white saber (he’s an oni-like species)

- Nami used to work for a group of bounty hunters/spice runners from an aquatic planet and was picked up by them after they took a bounty out for Bell-mere (she’s half aquatic species, half human, so Arlong’s crew like her even less…)

- Usopp is another Mandalorian from Luffy’s covert and a sniper who’s skilled with any weapon, but especially an energy slingshot he modified from an energy crossbow (he’s a near-human species notable for their long noses)

- Sanji is a modified clone who escaped from the cloning facilities as a kid, his siblings are an enhanced special ops team (think bad batch) and the rest of the clone army look pretty normal (black hair, no curly brows- those are a sign of enhancements) so most people don’t clock him as a clone at first

I’ll figure out the others later…

[the-fluff-piece]

A delicate dance of swords

Part 1

Part 2

sfw Zorro x reader

Summary: You are new on the Thousand Sunny as a crewmember. One day you find yourself talking with the grumpy swordsman of the crew - about his swords and scars

Themes: flirting

CW: Talk about weapons and injuries

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The ocean ist quiet and there is not much to do. The sun is out and there is just a sprinkle of clouds in the sky above you. Robin had already warned you that in between islands and other catastrophes, the journey could get calm. And boring.

You have already wandered aimlessly over the deck - on days like these it seems, everyone is occupied by their own pursuits. Everyone but you. The afternoon tea is already emptied, the cake eaten, every one of your own occupations seems either boring or is already exhausted. Robin is studying, Sanji is cooking, Ruffy, Usopp and Franky are building some kind of super robot-suit – there’s nothing that sparks your interest.

As you stroll over the grass, just gazing into the distance, your foot gets caught on something and you lose your balance, falling over - being held back by something around your waist.

"A bit clumsy today, aren't we?", you hear Zoros smug voice behind you as he puts you back on your feet. The crew's swordsman looks at you with an amused grin and collapses back against the reiling like a sack of rice. His three swords are leaning next to him as if they, too, were resting and enjoying the nice weather. He stretches an yawns so hard that he squeezes a tear out of his right eye. The very picture of lazyness.

"Do you have nothing to do?", he asks. "No", you reply. "Probably just as you.", you add, sitting down beside him with your legs crossed. "Hey, I am not doing nothing. Napping is an important part of my training.", he yawns again, demonstrating the seriousnes of his training regime by lying down on the grass and stretching like a lazy cat.

Since you have nothing better to do you try to join in on the training and relax -you aren’t very good at it. Zoro is absolutely still, breathing deeply, eyes closed. You, on the other hand, get restless, fumbling with the grass, settling on studying his swords more closely. They are beautiful, graceful weapons, each a different colour. The hilts are each wrapped in an intricate pattern, contrastet by the simple elegance of the sheath. It's the first time you get to examine them more closely- they're usually at his hip or in a fight.

The hair on your neck rises - you feel watched. Zoro is side-eyeing you and his mouth is curled in a mischievous grin. Still lying flat on the floor he asks "they're awesome, aren't they?"

"Yes, can I see the blades?", you ask - summoning an excited glint into his blue eye. He gets up eagerly, suddenly full of energy, and grabs the hilt of the white sword in a practiced motion, pulling out the blade just enough so that you can look at the fine steel. You see your own reflection in the polished surface and the fine lines of the damask steel - until Zoro pushes the blade back in and stands up.

"Follow me, I'll give you a demonstration", he says and starts walking towards his dojo.

It's cool and dark inside, he takes his shoes off and you do the same. Zoro throws his robe into a corner and begins to let the blades hiss through the air with incredible precision and strength. The dance of is blades looks so effortless, practiced a thousand times until perfection. His voice doesn’t even seem strained as he explains his art to you: "Each of my blades is different, some are stronger, hard to control" - he's putting the emphasis of his strikes on the black sword in his hand - "some are easier to master, but not as aggressive" - the white katana is taking the lead. His body is brimming with strength and the power of his movements, his face lighting up in a wide grin. With a graceful motion, both blades slip back into their sheaths on his hip and he comes to sit down on his knees right in front of you.

"If you want to, I can teach you a thing or two", he says in a confident voice. You are not one to pass up the opportunity to get lessons from a true master.

For the following weeks, you try to train with him as best as you can, but he is not accustomed to teaching. He is baffled that you can't lift one of his giant training weights or cut stone in half with ease. But he works hard to formulate a training program for you. It included meditation, regular napping and drinking. He couldn't tell you the sense behind this, but he felt it was an important part. Getting into the mood of teaching, he also talks lots and lots of bullshit. It seems to you that a great portion of his incredible skill is due to his inherent talent and strength. Although he seems so lazy most of the time, he is training with an unbelievably stoic discipline. A savant when it came to swordfighting – a pretty clueless guy in any other category. Still, you learned a lot of knacks simply through imitating his movements. It doesn’t take long until you can hold yourself with a sword against a marine soldier.

Even though his methods as a teacher are lacking, you become close friends during that time. This brutish man turns out to be a kind-hearted person that wants to protect his crewmates and pushes himself to become stronger to ensure everyone’s safety. His silly, foul mouth makes you laugh more than one time with surprisingly witty comments – and sometimes extremely stupid ones. He is patient and caring towards you, even though his training regimen is hard. His energy and motivation are often captivating and jump over to you, pushing you to train harder as well.

His teaching also involves random questions about the way of the sword. It seems like one of those exchanges was just around the corner as he asks: “What’s also very important for a swordsman or -woman?”

"Uhm...besides sleeping, drinking and lifting?”

“Yes”

“Taking care of your weapons?" you ask.

"Trophies of past battles" he answers, his massive chest swelling with pride. He touches the long scar on his front. You have gotten accustomed to seeing him shirtless in training, mostly ignoring it because if you didn’t pay attention, he would quickly knock you over. But right now, when he is running his hand down his front, it's hard for you not to stare at his sculpted torso, the tan skin battered and full of bigger and smaller scars. You lift your gaze and look into his face – once again you are painfully aware that your new teacher is the definition of a dangerous looking, but handsome man. His strong jaw, his scarred eye and his always taunting, confident look are hard to resist. You are pretty sure that he had his fans as well since his wanted poster came out.

He must have noticed your gaze, because his grin gets wider, more cocky, as he says: "I understand you find me just easy to look at as my katana."

To your shock he takes your hand and puts it on his warm chest.

"Scars are meant to be felt, too. This one I got really early in my travels with Luffy. I fought a man that could turn his body into a blade. A tough guy” he sets your fingertips on a scar that looks old. The pale, raised line on his skin almost runs across his entire upper body. You trace it with your fingers from beginning to end, from his chest down over his ribcage to his side.

“Cut me up really good, but I beat him. It’s important that you understand that one mistake in a fight can cost you a lot of blood.”

You have barely arrived at the end when he guides your hand to a different one, beginning just under his collarbone. "This one is from a zombie samurai I fought" his voice is barely a low whisper and you realise his face has come so close to yours, you can feel his breath in your hair. As you trace this one over his chest muscles you feel his ribcage expanding with deeper, faster breaths under your fingers. You explore this scar as well to it's end, mesmerized by the texture of his skin. Being so close to him was intoxicating, his broad frame towering over you in the dim dojo. His hand finds yours once again, pushing it down towards his abs - and still further down. "This one is especially...exciting", his voice is deep and seductive as he moves your hand past his belly towards his waistband. This is a surprise to you and you try to get free of his grasp, only managing once he lets go of your hand.

“What are you getting at”, you snap, a bit more aggressively than intended.

“I am just trying to teach you about safety”, he defends himself with his hands raised. You feel a bit awkward, his little stunt seemed to come out of nowhere and his flirtatious attitude vanished just as quickly. You decide to call it a day and excuse yourself, your thoughts a turmoil of confused what-if-scenarios.

Zoro just nods and lets you leave, training by himself again.

It was surely nothing, he didn’t think that far, he was just an airhead and probably doesn’t know what flirting even means. You try to tell yourself all kinds of things to manage those feelings that have grown over the past weeks. But you hope you didn’t irritate him with your sudden outburst.

You plan to talk to him about it over dinner – but he doesn’t show up. It’s not like him to miss a meal. You get a bottle of sake for an afterdinner drink with him, but he is not training or napping outside, he is surely in the crow’s nest. That usually means he wants to be left alone. If he doesn't want to talk you couldn't help it.

Zoro

After the little incident with his new student, Zoro decided it was time to brood and drink. He needs his space right now. All he wanted this afternoon was to brag about his past victories, but he lost control of himself, got lost in the moment. Scared his cute pupil.

sip

The burn of the cheap booze runs down his throat and will hopefully help him sleep. He still needs a strategy for tomorrow, what is he going to tell her?

"Sorry Y/n, I thought wanted it, too, and got carried away"

Surely not. The shock in her eyes when he even implied something sexual was evident, even for him. He will have to be a man about this and just apologize. Take the rejection with pride. He had faced other things in the past. Giant monsters, deadly fighters. He can always face a girl that dumped him before he could even get close.

sip

He empties the bottle and tosses in the corner. Tomorrow, after sobering up.

More parts planned as inspiration hits me

[nohuelii]

Strawhats as demigods (PJO ver.)

Jinbe: he would totally be roman cause he's more organised and calm. at first i thought he would be an amazing child of Poseidon, but then i realised that he's a fighter but also he's morally correct, so i think he would be a child of Bellona. yes, he's calm like Poseidon, so i think he would have his blessing just like Frank Zhang. In the end, Jinbe would be a child of Bellona, legion 1.

Brook: due to his connection to music i think it is really obvious which god would be his parent, still i kinda want to elaborate a little. he loooves music, he even fights with some instruments! he uses music as a weapon just like Apollo/Lester, but also he lives for the music. So, it's easy to say that Brook is a child of Apollo, cabin 7.

Franky: this one is easy due to Frank's ability to create, he's a carpenter, an engineer, a mechanic... he creates amazing things and it takes him little to no time. he's into technology (this even leads him to modifying his own body) and he repairs things. he even breathes fire! and if you tell me that's not a Hephaestus' child thing, you're wrong. So Franky is a child of Hephaestus, cabin 9.

Chopper: he's a ray of sunshine, of course, and his main ability/function is not fighting even when he's really good at it; he's a healer, someone who worries too much about everyone else's well being because he's a doctor. and even when he's good at one on one fights and does not rely on long distance weapons like bow and arrows as many kids of Apollo, he's got other traits that relate to him. and that's why i think Chopper would be a child of Apollo, cabin 7.

Robin: i wasn't sure if i should let her epithet influence my decision but i'm weak and so i let myself love "the devil child". i was thinking that because she's an archaeologist she must be Athena's kid, but... do you know who else would be super interested in the past and finding skeletons and wouldn't be scared of spiders (like Black Maria)? that's right, a child of Hades. she's gloomy, has a dark humor and is always saying macabre things, but she also has the trauma just as Nico and Hazel; she's surrounded by darkness and death, but she chooses to live thanks to friendship, and she even accepts her most terrifying and demonic look for the sake of those who she loves the most. So, Robin would be a daughter of Hades, cabin 13.

Usopp: look, he reminds me a lot of Leo Valdez not only for his silly personality, but because of his interest in crafts and creating various gadgets. Hephaestus' kids are not always the best fighters, so they compensate with creating things they could use in fights and they usually are very clever at doing so, and Usopp is just that type of guy. also, he likes to create things to help his friends just like Franky. That makes Usopp a child of Hephaestus, cabin 9.

Sanji: this one's a little tricky cause he has a lot of traits that makes him a child of Aphrodite (he's french according to Oda, a lover boy and chef, and that screams Aphrodite), but i choose to focus on other things. he hates his biological father, whose a king, and he can skywalk... do you remember who also does both of those things? right! Jason Grace. he's caring, he's blonde, he's kind, he's really tidy so he must be roman. yes, he lights his foot on blue fire, but my main proof is that he didn't die when Enel shot him with a lightning bolt. that's what makes Sanji a child of Jupiter, legion 5.

Nami: i was also debating on this one cause i feel three gods would be a perfect fit for her, but i will explain my choice. even if she's really beautiful like a child of Aphrodite, i think that's not the main point to her character; same goes to her being a child of Zeus, cause even when she can control the weather, it is due to the weapon she uses. so, the other characteristics we have about her is that she's not only clever but cunning, she's good at improvising when in need and she always achieves what she wants cause she's a really clever liar; and, of course, she's a great thief and a pretty good negotiator. All those things make Nami a daughter of Hermes, cabin 11.

Zoro: he's not only obsessed with being strong just for the sake of it, but because he feels like strength will give him control over things he doesn't have control such as "destiny". he uses his strength to protect those who he loves (that's what i mean by saying to have control over things: to protect and avoid having to experience the loss of someone important to him again). he's aggressive, yes, but he's also caring in his weird cold way, and if that's not screaming Clarisse La Rue, i don't know what it is. also, even if he's a mess and has a tendency to get lost, i think he's really devoted to being a swordsman and so he's really disciplined, and that makes Zoro a child of Mars, legion 5 (cause he's part of the worst generation).

Luffy: okay, yes... he technically is the sun god, but lemme tell you that i think it would be kinda like a blessing, not from Apollo, but from Zeus. Luffy's kind, but he also has a sense of justice and freedom, and he has saved a lot of people because of that sense of right and wrong even when he's not a hero because he also does questionable things and i think he would be a child of Nemesis, cause of course she would've loved a revolutionary like Dragon. so i think that after all that happened in Onigashima, Luffy would have won the Olympians favor and so Zeus' blessing, and that's how i would justify him being a minor god of the sun and king of pirates. and so, Luffy is a child of Nemesis, cabin 16.

Bonus:

Law: i kinda want to say that he's a child of Apollo cause it would be so funny, but no... he's gloomy, scary, has a dark humor, is surrounded by death (his epithet is "the surgeon of death"!) and has a tragic backstory, that's why Law is a child of Hades, cabin 13.

Vivi: she has a really great sense of good and bad, she's caring and has a strong sense of justice. she's great with animals and uses short-range and long-range weapons. she's also a fighter, and is linked with social movements, so i think Vivi would be a daughter of Nemesis, cabin 16, but also an Artemis hunter.

Ace: just because he hates his biological father and is technically the prince of pirates, he's strong, has this complex self-esteem and even has the physical characteristics that Thalia is described with, i think Ace would fit as a child of Zeus, cabin 1, and of course he would hate him.

Sabo: his father is a king and he fucking hates him, he's a revolutionary and gives steam punk Thalia Grace vives. he would be roman because he's blonde (like Jason) and he's part of an army. Sabo would totally be a child of Jupiter, legion 1, and he would hate him a lot just like everyone else.

[finn0la]

i rewatched mad max fury road, so here's a post-apocalyptic AU. more thoughts/info under the cut :P

design stuff:

nami is inspired by a mix of furiosa and her beta design where she had a prosthetic arm and an axe. she was my favorite to draw 100%

second favorite to draw was law, mostly because of the beak mask and his ribcage top.

law's tattoo is. different! from normal, and i had no reason whatsoever to do that, but you can thank this post anyway <3

i had a hard time deciding on what luffy's weapon of choice would be but i settled on a bastardization of the gauntlets in fire emblem.

luffy's little coat thing is basically ripped 1:1 from his outfit in the 3d2y movie because i just think it's cute tbh

au stuff:

i feel like this au would be able to work fairly similarly to canon, just with a desert instead of an ocean.

in the place of ships they'd just have tricked out cars/war rigs like in mad max. franky and usopp maintain the sunny still of course.

the details of the apocalypse itself are kinda irrelevant, but in my head it's probably something similar to whatever the world government pulled during the void century. either way it happened LONG before any of the current characters were born.

the warlords can pretty easily translate over, as can the emperors, into. well. warlords! except the former work with the remaining government to some extent.

the government does still exist, but they kinda don't have a lot of control over the open desert, especially far away from settlements. army enforcers still patrol around, though.

part of me wants to still call the marines 'the marines' because i think it's funny in a desert! unless i can think of a better name that's probably what i'll go with.

next up will most likely be sanji, robin, zoro + a bonus worst generation member (i'm leaning towards kid). i also want to do an ASL piece at some point. hopefully i have time to draw them all because i have SOOOO many ideas...if anyone else has thoughts or ideas of their own, PLEASE let me know in the tags/comments!! i absolutely love reading them. <3

[sillypiratelife]

THOUSAND SUNNY JAEGER CREW :

Luffy: Jaeger Pilot #1.

Zoro: Jaeger Pilot #2.

Nami: LOCCENT mission controller.

Usopp: J-tech, weapons specialist.

Franky: J-tech, jaeger engineer + battle programmer.

Brook: J-tech, neural bridge operator.

Jinbe: Jumphawk (helicopter) pilot.

Sanji: Thousand Sunny's personal cook.

Chopper: Thousand Sunny's personal medic.

Robin: Cryptozoologists.

Detailed explanation of what it all means:

Luffy and Zoro are the main j-pilots of the team, with Sanji working as their replacement in case any of them get hurt.

Nami is the one who stays at the Shatterdome (the main base). She's behind the monitors, the voice guiding them through the battle by pointing where is the Kaiju, where should they go, how are the other jaegers, etc.

Usopp, Franky and Brook are the personal j-techs of the Thousand Sunny. Their tasks include things like creating the program that runs the jaeger and regularly updating it with the newest info about kaijus; design and maintenance of all the jaeger's weapons; doing repairs after battle; checking the system and machines so nothing malfunctions during the neural handshake; checking the drive suits and helmets of the pilots; etc.

Jinbe is the Jumphawk pilot in charge of getting them to battle aaand out of it in case they need a rescue. He's also a strike trooper, meaning he can fire at the kaijus or sometimes the Kaiju cultist, either from the ground or from his helicopter.

Like I said, Sanji is the j-pilot in waiting, but he's also the personal cook of the team. It depends on the Shatterdome, tho. Sometimes he works in the messhall with all the other cooks.

Chopper is part of the medical bay, but he's been assigned personally to the Thousand Sunny team so he can track their medical history. He works closely with Sanji to keep them all in shape, with Brook to ensure that the pilots are clear on the mental aspects and with Robin because, well...

Robin is a specialist in kaijus, a cryptozoologist. Her job is to study the parts of those kaijus that can be recovered after a fight and find patterns that help the PPDC predict the enemy's moves. She works closely with Chopper more from a morbid fascination with science and works with Franky to update the Thousand Sunny's battle program according to her research.

BONUS: Vivi can be a diplomatic member of the PPDC, fighting to get the program some support and funding. She's not officially a ranger... Except from those brief days when she was undercover and joined the Thousand Sunny crew to escape from the kaiju cultist.

[fallensnowfan]

The manga is on break this week, meaning it's a good time for some truly ridiculous math!

Some stats about characters with Nika-like forms and the arcs they appear in:

Carrot - Activates Sulong in 888, exhausts in 889. During a full moon. Big Mom lands on the Sunny the chapter Carrot's transformation wears off. 65 chapters into the arc. 13 chapters before the arc concludes. 17% of the arc remains. 83% of the arc is complete. Ends at 902.

Yamato - Activates hybrid zoan form in 1019, exits in 1025. During a full moon. Luffy and Momo return the chapter Yamato leaves hybrid form. 117 chapters into the arc. 32 chapters before the arc concludes. 21% of the arc remains. 79% of the arc is complete. Ends at 1057.

Bonney - Activates her "most free" form in 1118, exhausts in 1119. No moon because it's day time. Robonosuke/Emet punches the boar the chapter Bonney's form tires out. 59 chapters into the arc. Speculation: 12-16 chapters before the arc concludes. Speculation: 79%-83% of the arc is complete. Ends at 1131-1135.

No math here though I want to bring up Stussy as well, have an idea about her that may connect to all this. During the Egghead Incident, we learn that Stussy is a clone of someone who precedes her, that even her name doesn't fully belong to her, being the same as the person she was cloned from.

Her struggle with feeling she has no identity of her own has potential to mirror Luffy's situation in some important ways. Not unlike Okiku/Kikunojo of the Lingering Snow's story regarding identity.

Quick aside, it'd be sweet if Stussy chooses her own name in a future chapter.

Luffy's devil fruit awakening is causing others to look past his name, to refer to him as Nika/Joyboy instead. A name that doesn't belong to him, instead being that of a figure from an 800 year-old myth. It's something I imagine Stussy has felt anxious over before, feeling like she doesn't have a name to call her own.

Luffy brushes it off during his battle with Kaido, and he and his crew say it isn't the case during the current arc. Though he still seems to not be in full control of his awakening, which has me wondering if Oda has more planned with that aspect of Luffy's story. The "Joyboy" identity could end up being something like Sniper King to Usopp, or Soba Mask to Sanji.

Perhaps the reason Joyboy failed his crew is due to him coming to believe in the name others assigned to him, "Nika," to the point he lost touch with his own humanity.

It may parallel the ways Oden failed to live up to expectations. To protect his followers and his country. Turning down Roger's offer to help defeat Kaido, believing only those bearing the name of the Kozuki Clan should be responsible for freeing Wano, believing the lies Orochi and Kaido told him, in spite of his retainers advising him otherwise. Dancing to save thousands of people, though not having a way to stop those people from being enslaved in Kaido's weapons factories over the next 20 years.

I will be keeping a close and curious eye on Luffy's interactions with Robonosuke as this arc carries on toward its conclusion.

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Creature (Both Haunted & Holy)

Vinsmoke Sanji/Reader - Chapter 17 - 4k

Vivi has regrets about her treatment of you as the Strawhats land in Whiskey Peak, while Sanji confesses something to Nami and Usopp. Luffy is a good friend.

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Notes on Selkenfolk, from the Journal of Dr. Crocus of the Roger's Pirates Selkenfolk have a natural connection to the sea, but not all selkenfolk can call the water. Calling the water is how they refer to their control over the tides, and it can greatly vary, based on what stage of the moon, or celestial events, a selkie is born under. The struggle that many young selkenfolk face when trying to call the tides after entering their first cycle can make it hard for many to do what had once been easy in childhood. In reality, the childhood abilty to call the water is rather dangerous, as selkie pups are unable to recognize when they are pushing their body to the point of exhaustion with the feats they can pull off, thus causing serious damage to their body. The start of a cycle essentially causes the body to recognize the risk, and the development of the instincts, or hindbrain, of a selkie is a natural regulator. Items are of course created to help calling the tides, and even to shape water into it's gaseous and solid states, essentially making these items channels for the energy of the selkie. Truthfully, calling water is the biological ability of selkenfolk to channel their own energy into water, letting them change and control the form of water very similarly to their own form with the aid of their pelt. It is unknown how selkenfolk gained these adaptions, or why the moon plays such a large roll in their biology. Selkies insist that it is not an evolutionary trait, but rather, a gift from the Sea Mother after the Sea Devil, her husband, took away the ability to eat devil fruit from the Selkenfolk when their oldest child, the first selkie, made him angry.

Breakfast is quieter than normal, but that can be blamed on Luffy, who is stuffing his face with bacon and omelets, and washing it all down with a slush of coffee-- it's mixed with enough sugar to rot his teeth in a single sip. If anyone notices that Sanji and yourself are less talkative, no one mentions it. You’re all dismissed to chores rather quickly after that. You draw the short straw and end up being saddled with watching Miss Wednesday for the day, and handling navigation when Nami isn’t able to. The current objective of your chore is broody as usual, watching as you carefully steer the ship with the aid of the logpose, conducting the undercurrents of the water to follow the direction of the needle. 

Tide hums in your hands, cold to the touch as usual, almost asking for you to do more with it as you lower your voice to a low vibrato. It’s… an odd feeling, honestly, whenever the trident ‘speaks’ to you. There’s no mental words, like you had thought it would have been in your youth, but rather, physical feedback. Tide will actively vibrate with energy, if it approves of what you’re doing, making it even easier to conduct the waves around you, while the backlash of disagreement saps you of your energy. 

Whatever Tide wants, it seems that Tide gets, at least with your experience with the weapon. 

You’re not exactly certain what it’s made of, either. Or if it’s an ‘it’ or a ‘them’. You decide, however, to try something new. 

“Can we agree to not argue today?” You ask the weapon, and of course, receive no answer besides a slightly louder hum than normal, and the metal growing colder. Confusion, perhaps? 

“Listen, I know I’m not what you wanted, Toha probably would have been better–” A strong wave of exhaustion threatens to crash over you as you say it,  “–but you’re stuck with me, so I need to get better at working with you.” 

Thoughtfulness. The hum turns quieter, yet the shaft vibrates a bit heavier, before Tide goes entirely still, just like when you have first received it from Pell. You stare at it, waiting for something to happen. 

“Is that a yes?”

A quick, clear dink, like ice cracking, and you swear you can see steam rising off of the points. The hum starts up again, a bit more discordant, before evening out, clear and calm. For some reason, you think of your grandmother, a woman you’ve never known, and only heard foggy tales of from Feann when she felt like reminiscing.

“Okay, uh. Cool.”

Carefully, like you’ve practiced time and time again, you raise Tide with your right hand, holding it in a loose grip with your fingers, as if to drop it, before quickly rotating your wrist. The trident twirled in your hands, the hum increasing as you brought it out to the side, the speed of the Going Merry noticeably picking up as you did so. 

“Thank you,” you hold Tide in both of your hands, listening as the hum goes quiet, almost gone, but still there, always present. Gently, you slip it into the holster Pell made you, letting it rest across your back as you glance down at the log pose.

“You talk to that thing a lot?” Miss Wednesday asks with folded arms. 

“Not really, this is the first time I’ve tried it,” You scratch the back of your neck, “Uh, sorry. About bringing Sanji into the room last night—”

“It was a joke, ” she huffs, and you nod, still unsure. “Surely you’ve had that type of talk with other people your age?”

“Ah, no, can’t say I have,” you look down at the log pose, not really wanting to look at her. “Uh…”

“Must you be so awkward?”

“Being captured by pirates at sixteen kinda… stunts the whole social thing,” you circle your hands around each other in front of you, not really sure how to respond. The Strawhats understood, hell , most of them were as bad as you, save for Nami and Sanji, who could smooth out nearly any situation with their charm. Zoro and yourself? Mildly hopeless. It’s not that you wanted to be this way— you just weren’t sure how people would react. And you’d rather not chance a bad reaction to your shyness, so you masked it rather well in public when you needed to, as the crew had seen in Lougetown when you had pretended to be a couple with Sanji. Bribery was just so much easier, like when you had allowed a sleazy warf-master a glance at your chest if it meant you could dock the Going Merry without the proper documents. There were no crowds watching you with bribery, only plausible outcomes if you played the game right. You didn't need to play that game much, anymore, after a long talk with Zoro about not needing to sacrifice your well-being for a slight advantage in not being discovered in port, because, knowing Luffy, it wouldn't matter in the end.

“Oh.” 

"Yeah, uh... sorry."

An awkward silence settles between the two of you as you look at the ocean, occasionally adjusting the course to fit the log pose best, Tide responding to you without the normal exhaustion as you bring it out again. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” Wednesday says after a while. “I was being rude. I’m sorry about that, your crew has been rather kind to us, considering how we met.”

“It’s fine,” you shrug, and the other girl can’t help but be a bit disturbed by how nonchalant you are about it. “Terrible things happen to people all the time. Others have it worse, probably.”

“You’re….  allowed to be upset about whatever happened to you, you know.” She chooses her words carefully, “Just because someone may have it worse, doesn’t mean that what you went through was trivial.”

“I guess.” You glance over at her. “Sorry for freezing you and your partner to the wall when I first saw you.”

“Water under the bridge,” She turns away, going down onto the lower deck. “We should be there soon, anyway. It’s been nearly two weeks of sailing.”

You only nod, and focus on the water, letting the ocean air calm your nerves, as if the Sea Mother herself is holding you. 

Deep within her heart, Princess Vivi Nefertari, the daughter of a land that has been torn asunder by a corrupt organization, weeps for what she is about to put you through again, and secretly prays that you and your crew will somehow escape the fate that will undoubtedly befall you when you get Whiskey Peak.

Sanji is pacing back and forth in the kitchen as Usopp and Nami watch him. Mr. 9 is under Luffy’s rather chaotic watch, and every few minutes, there is a screech from the spy, and then a cackling laugh from the captain. It is a miracle, the crew realizes, that they’ve gotten this far with Luffy at the head of this operation.

This hasn’t distracted Nami, however, and she is watching the blond’s nervous movements like a hawk. His dress shirt, which are always perfectly ironed, no matter the time of day or occasion, has a noticeable wrinkle on the collar, and that’s enough for Nami to know this is serious. Usopp is much more relaxed, eating popcorn from a glass container, tossing it into his mouth. 

“You’re pricklier than normal,” Nami sets her head on her palm, and Sanji turns to her with a flush on his face. “Who rejected you now?”

“Wha– no, I was not rejected,” Sanji sounds indignant, and now a bit embarrassed, “Why do you all think that’s what’s wrong when I’m upset?”

“No reason,” Usopp mumbles around a mouthful of popcorn. “You just… flirt a lot.” 

“I compliment, people, everyone just needs to learn to love the world a bit more,” The cook sniffs, “But that’s not the point. I think I fucked up.”

Usopp and Nami share a glance, and then look back at Sanji, who is the very definition of nervous tension as he paces back and forth, hands behind his head, fingers tangled in his hair. His nails dig into his scalp partially. It's an unhealthy habit, really, how often he defaults to pulling at his hair when he's nervous. It's better than when he used to chew on his nails, biting off bits of his calluses on his fingertips. He stopped, after he had gotten an infection in the nail when he was twelve. Zeff had suggested he find a new coping mechanism, and that's how he'd come upon smoking. 

“Go on,” Usopp puts the popcorn down.

“So last night, I was on watch, and I heard a splash,” Sanji leans against the counter, crossing his arms, “And all I can smell is, old, dead leaves, which is weird for us being on the ocean–”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Nami interrupts. 

“I’m getting to that!” Sanji runs his hands down his face, fingers itching for another cigarette. But he had made a promise to you not to smoke indoors, as the smell made you dizzy. “When I followed the smell and where the sound was,” Sanji utters you name with a reverence saved usually for deities, “She was just laying there, out of it, and picking at her tail. She was the smell– like, I could tell it was coming from her directly,” He looks up at the other two, who look both confused and intrigued by this development, “But guys, she was just– she thought Arlong was there , and I think I scared her.”

There is a very prolonged silence, with Nami staring straight at Sanji. 

“She what?”

“She thought Arlong was here, hunting her from the shadows,” Sanji whispers, his heart aching. “And— and then there was this spark between us,”

“Back up,” Usopp shakes Nami slightly, who has her hands folded in front of her face, dead-eyed as she stares through Sanji. “Arlong.”

The navigator doesn’t say anything, really. Just looks down at the counter, brow wrinkled in deep thought. 

“Crocus… well, we talked about it with Crocus. He gave her a few suggestions….” She trails off, suddenly unsure.

“You didn’t think it’d just… go away after that, did you?” Usopp looks a bit confused as Nami shakes her head.

“Of course not!" She snaps, one fist slamming into the counter as she glares at the boy next to her, "But she told me she was getting better,” Nami’s voice cracks a bit, and Sanji and Usopp shared startled glances. “...she's been lying to me."

“Not to hurt you,” Usopp immediately butts in, the panic in his voice rising, “Nami, I think the last thing she wants is for you to worry about her anymore than you already do.”

“I agree,” Sanji comes on from her other side, “What she’s went through… and what you’ve gone through, if I know her as well as I think I do, she’s trying to act tough for you.”

Nami only holds her head in her hands, taking in another shakey breath before a tear slips down her cheek, quickly followed by another, and then another. She's crying before she can really stop herself, cursing her friend's ranking of priorities when it came to the crew. Nami would always been the number one concern to you, your oldest friend, your closest ally when you had no one else to turn to in your darkest hour. In your mind, pretending you were a bit better than you really were would have been well worth it, if only to make your podmate smile, the scent of sweet tangerine juice filling the air. 

“She does it because she loves you, Nami, you’re her pod.” Usopp rubs a gentle hand down her back, as the navigator sighs, “It’s frustrating, but you also do the same thing for her,”

“I know,” she lets out a wet laugh, and tension in the air releases. “I just wish we weren’t both like that.”

“That’s what communication is for,” Sanji lets out a chuckle, going back to his original place behind the kitchen island. “Do you want to take a break?”

“No, I'll be fine, and besides,” Nami wipes out a tear, and flicks it to the ground, suddenly fixing Sanji with an intense stare, as if she hadn't just been crying over the actions of her closest friend, “I wanna know about that spark you felt, because I know damn well you’re in love with her, aren’t you, Sanji?”

The kitchen goes utterly silent as Sanji is verbally knocked on his ass, face bright pink in the very same instant, blurting out a smattering of French to not directly answer the accusatory question, his face getting all the redder as Nami looms over him. Usopp, if anything, has started to enjoy his popcorn more. Roughly translating his words, it was a collection of "You're insane!" to "She's not ready for that!" and "I can't even start to think about that yet!" and other similar sentences that only made Usopp and Nami look at each other knowingly, even if they don't understand a single syllable of his speech. 

“You’re– you have no idea what you’re talking about,” Sanji finally manages to get out in English. Nami only chuckles darkly, one hand shadowing her face. 

“Then tell me about that little spark you felt, if you're so confident!”

“It was more like a lightning strike,” Sanji holds up his hands in slight surrender, “For a moment, I could feel exactly what she felt, saw through her eyes,” He shakes his head to get rid of the image of your terror out of his eyes, and the cries you had made for your pod. “It– it was like for a second we were one person.” 

The memory washes over him again. Wide, obsidian eyes staring straight into his own, glaring deep into his soul, cracking open his ribs to pull his heart from his chest, still beating as you examine it. All Sanji wants for you to do is feast upon it to gain what little sustenance you will from it, to tear him limb from limb and to judge him for all his sins and promises, if it means you will gain something from it. You had, in that moment, the very second of the strike, seen deep into the recesses of his mind, uncovering events that he had forgotten, and experienced them as though you were him, all the beatings, all the abuse from his family, the starvation— every single secret that Sanji had, you now knew— and he would not have it any other way.

He feels so devastatingly empty without you there now, your presence tugging at the back of his mind and keeping him anchored in the world of the living. 

And Sanji remembers the very sight of your soul, like the moon rising over the ocean, reflecting off of the waves. Luminous, glowing like a ground up pearl. He can see the constellations in the speckles of your skin, and tell the currents of the based on the way your hair spills over your shoulders. It’s as if you are his other half, one he hadn’t realized he was missing until he had seen you for the first time in Nami’s childhood home. You, in all your glory, with all your trauma and wild nature, have captured Sanji’s heart fully, staring down at you thorough sheet of ice as you look up at him, your hair a halo around your head. 

When he looks up at Nami again, she looks pale.

"What?"

"I—I didn't mean to do anything like that, I swear," Sanji fears the worst. Had he done something wrong? Had he managed to hurt you, even more than sleeping in the same bed as you? "How do I fix this?"

Nami takes a deep breath in, and sits across from him on the floor, legs folded underneath her. "Listen to me very, very carefully, Sanji."

"What you experienced was some... courtship... instinct, from her end, so she probably didn't mean to do it..." He panics at the thought of rejection, even if it isn't his right to worry about that now, when you should be the sole focus, "...but that doesn't mean it wasn't mutual."

One second.

Two.

Then three, four, five...

In total, it takes ten seconds for Sanji to process what that means. Three more seconds to come to terms with what that could imply. And a single moment where he feels his heart soar straight into the clouds. 

"She feels the same?" 

"Obviously," Usopp is loving the drama of this entire interaction. 

"You... just have to take it at her pace," Nami says carefully. How was she going to try and broach this topic with you when you had gone into a panic about your own feelings for Sanji just this morning? Perhaps that was a problem for later, or just not for her to even try to approach. "Be a gentleman. You're gonna have to go slow, and I mean slow, Sanji."

"I'd do anything if meant I had a chance," Sanji stands, looking at the two people before him, "By the gods am I lucky!"

Now, the rest of the conversation is foggy. Nami does lecture him about leaving the bed without waking you, but assures him that he didn't do anything to take advantage of you. Usopp backs this up further, reminding the cook that not every crewmate on the Going Merry was gifted with the personality of a social butterfly, especially not the selkie who had been taken from her home island at arguably one of the most important social developmental periods of any person's life. You are, lovingly, just a bit awkward with people, and can jump to the worst conclusions because, well, your life had jumped to the worst multiple times in a row. 

Sanji runs into you as he's heading out of the galley when Luffy calls in that he's spotted land. Like, literally, he manages to knock you down as you're heading in, falling on top of you. You let out a small groan, holding your nose as Sanji scrambles off of you. 

"Shit— are you okay?"

Despite the fact that your nose is bleeding, you let out a small chuckle, pinching the bridge carefully. "I'm fine, at least I will be when I stop bleeding."

"Right."

He watches as you carefully walk into the galley, leaning over the sink as you wait for the flow to stop. It makes him feel somehow even more guilty about, well, everything. You eventually lean back, still holding your nose, but the bleeding has stopped. You look curiously at him, still leaning slightly over the sink, head tilted. It's not an uncomfortable silence, rather, it's relaxing, and almost kind. 

"So I—"

"We need—"

The both of you speak at the same time, and you can't help but trill, head leaned back as you do, and Sanji even cracks a smile, shaking his head slightly at how you've managed to cause him to feel like he's just a teenager again, flirting with an attractive customer at the Baratie all over again. No charm, no smooth talking, just butterflies in his stomach. 

"You go," He gestures to you, and you make a small face, cheeks dusted with blush. 

"We need to talk, I think," One of your ears twitches, and you hope you don't look too nervous. "Uhm."

"I was just about to suggest that," Sanji makes sure to keep his hands down, and to keep his space from you. He doesn't need to make you nervous now, especially when he has to address the events of last night. "Uh, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, again, or anything—"

"No, no, you didn't!" You let out a small warble, a bit panicked that he thought that, "You helped, a lot, but I think we can talk about it after we leave Whiskey Peak,"

"Yeah, absolutely," Sanji smiles, and then turns to leave, holding the door behind him, "You coming?"

"I'll stay to watch the ship," you pull yourself up ot sit on the counter. "Crowds... aren't really my thing."

"Fair enough," He gives you a small wave and smile, and the door swings shut behind him, the ship left in silence as you pull into port.

Luffy is the last one off the ship, despite his excitement. He stands next to you, leaning on the railing as you watch the docking crew tie the ship to the dock. He doesn’t say anything, just stands there with you, oddly quiet, the signature straw hat hanging around his neck, trailing down his back.

“You doing okay, Ott?” He doesn’t look at you, just watches as Sanji and Zoro bicker on the short. 

The nickname makes you chuckle a bit. Podmate. He’d insisted on calling you ottosei when he first saw your merged form. Luffy had seen the shame in your eyes for the patchy nature of your pelt, your back and parts of your tail still soft and fluffy like a pups. And what had he done with that? Hugged your tail and snuggled into the downy, white fur with glee, hiding his face in the back of your tail while you were drying off in the sun. 

“I’m gonna call ya’ ottosei now!” Luffy had grinned as bright as the sun, looking up at you with nothing but brotherly love for you. "Or Ott!"

“I’m not even a fur seal, captain!” 

“Don’t care! You’re soft!”

He pressed into your back stubbornly, grinning ear to ear, before hiding his face again, a weird sensation and wetness making your spine tingle as Zoro started to laugh at your captain’s mischief. 

“Oi! Don’t blow your nose on me! That’s fucking nasty!”

“Get boogered!”

Somehow, even about something you were incredibly insecure about, Luffy had made you feel wanted and loved, just as much of the crew had made you feel ever since you had joined. 

“I’ll be fine, Luf,” You pressed his hat onto his head, making sure it was a bit too low, so that he’d have to adjust it at some point. “You know I don’t like crowds. I’ll keep watch of the ship, we can leave after.”

Just as you go to leave, Luffy pulls you into a tight hug, hiding his face in your shoulder. 

“You’re important to me, and to everyone here, y’know that?” He pulls back so that his hands are on your shoulders, looking you in your eyes with an uncharacteristic seriousness. “You’re my podmate. And I won’t let anyone hurt you like Arlong ever again, Ott. I promise.”

It makes your lower lip tremble, as you hug him back, rumbling deep from your chest as Luffy holds you. “Thank you, captain.”

You watch as he disembarks, being lead away by the greeting party, with a few curious glances thrown your way by the locals. Sanji brings up the rear of the Straw Hat’s party, and despite the attention that many young women and men are attempting to give him, his eyes are on your. Sanji gives a final wave to you, and you smile, leaning on the railing, and waving back, mouthing ‘Have fun!’ to him as they go through the streets, now only left in the company of dockhands as the Going Merry bobs along, tied to the pier. 

Somewhere under the sea, a goliath stirs in their sleep as Vivi’s prayer for redemption is unknowingly answered, and as you set your watch on the ship, cautiously eyeing the town of Whiskey Peak, Tide hums on your back, an odd presence picking at the back of your mind.