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heartfeltcierra · 1 year

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Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet. (Ace, Roger, Marco, Shanks, and Doflamingo)

AN- Here lately I've been making friendship bracelets and thought this would be a fun idea! I hope you enjoy and let me know if you'd like to see a part two with more characters! (Find part 2 with Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bart, Sabo and Law here)

Characters- Ace, Roger, Marco, Shanks, and Doflamingo.

Warnings/Content-Fluffy, Minor mentions of violence/blood, Very Suggestive/NSFW themes in Doffy and Shanks's part.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ More under the cut

Ace

🔥Ace would in utter shock, saying something like “You really made this for me???” 🥺

🔥After you confirm it is, be prepared to be pulled into the biggest most heartfelt hug you’ll ever experience in your life (He couldn't help it, he was just so happy :)

🔥As we all know Ace can be pretty crafty, so I feel he would learn how to make them so he could give you one too!

“Y/N! Y/N!” Ace came running up to you with his signature wide smile painted on his face.

“Hey Ace.” You return the smile as he catches his breath. "What's up?"

“Close your eyes and hold your hand out!” You do as Ace asked and feel something slip over your wrist. “And open!” You look down and see Ace had made you a bracelet. “And the best part.” He held his wrist up next to yours, showing off the bracelets you'd made for each other. “We match now!”

Totally didn’t take him 100 different times to make it because he kept accidentally setting the twine on fire. With that being said, the poor Moby Dick almost caught on fire 100 different times.

(Thank you Marco for making sure that didn’t happen.)

🍍- You're welcome, yoi.

Roger (SFW)

🗡️-The king of the pirates absolutely lost his mind when you gave him the bracelet

🗡️-Thinks of it as a good luck charm (he would do something corny like kissing it before going into a fight)

🗡️-Shows it off to everyone and I mean everyone (especially enemies)

“Look at what my sweet Y/N made for me.” Roger held his wrist out to the confused pirate laying half dead at his feet.

“Who cares, It’s just a stupid bracelet.” Stupid???? The bracelet that you worked so hard on?

“Aww he didn’t mean that.” Roger cooes at the bracelet, causing the now even confused man below to quirk his bloody brow.

“Are you insane? It’s just a-“

“DIVINE DEPARTURE!”

(“Oh wow what a lovely bracelet!”-- Literally everyone who witnessed the scene above.)

♬~Smart ways to live~ ♬ ~So many smart ways to live~♬

Marco (SFW)

🍍 When you gave Marco the bracelet you didn’t get much of a reaction because he was super busy doing paperwork

🍍 He’d pull you down for a quick kiss before saying “I love it.” without even looking at it

🍍 But he didn’t have to look at it to know he loved it, it already met the requirements because you made it.

“Wake up sleepy head, I need you to sign off on this.” Thatch threw a report on Marco’s desk, rudely waking up the blonde up from his much needed nap. “Nice bracelet by the way.” Marco raised a brow hearing the man holding back laughs.

“Yeah it is nice because Y/N made it for me.” Marco held his wrist up with a smirk, attempting to make the other man jealous.

“Oh I know~” Thatch could no longer control his laughter as he pointed at the bracelet. “It’s pretty obvious she did.”

“Huh?“ Marco grabbed his glasses and took a closer look to see what had the chef doubled over in tears. “Are you serious?” His hand slams over his face after seeing what the beads on the bracelet spelled out. “I swear that girl is going to send me to an early grave.” He stood up and shoved the now signed paper into his friend's chest. “You tell no one about this." Marco glared daggers at the laughing man. "Thatch.."

“Oh don't worry, I won’t .” Thatch smiled innocently while slowly making his escape. “Y/N’s babygirl.”

"THATCH!"

(Needless to say the entire Whitebeard crew knew within five minutes.)

Shanks (NSFW)

❤️ He loves anything you give him, and I mean anyyything

❤️ You could give him a single grain of sand and he would go show it off to the whole world

❤️ So when you came up to him holding a bracelet that you had hand made, he was over the moon smitten.

“Shanks hold your hand out?”

“Which one?”

…..

“That was funny and you know it was!” You roll your eyes as the red haired man starts laughing at his own joke.

“Just hold your one and only hand out for me please and thank you.” He's all smiles as you roll on the bracelet before adjusting it to fit snug against his wrist.

“Aww you really made this for me?” His grin grows wider while taking a closer look at it. “Um, sweetheart this is real thoughtful and all, but does it really have to say #1 DILF?” He looks up at you with a raised brow.

“Yes it does.” You hold out your hand to show off the bracelet wrapped around your wrist. “Otherwise we won’t match.”

“DILF destroyer huh?” Shanks smirks. “I’m curious to see just what kind of “destroying” you can do when I have you whimpering under me.”

(You literally cannot win with this man.)

Doffy (NSFW)

🦩He looks down on the bracelet on his wrist with a rather displeased expression

🦩In all honesty he found it quite adorable that you put time and effort into making something for him

🦩But it’s what you called it that has him unamused

“What did you just call this thing?”

“It’s a friendship bracelet…”

“How ridiculous.”

“You don't like it?..” Doffy notices the dejected look on your face and with a flick of his wrist, pulls you into his lap.

“Don’t get me wrong my sweet girl, I do appreciate it. But..” A wicked smirk forms on his face while large hands trail down your curves, slowly making their way under your skirt. “I’d say me and you are…. a little more than ‘friends’~, wouldn’t you agree?”

(The same bracelet decorated hand found its way around your throat as he proved his point to you.)

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matchadobo · 27 days

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KIDD; wedding headcanons

warning/s: partial nsfw but no occurrence of the actual thing, super fluff i died and alived

i'll fix the formatting lateeeerr >:) red ones are individual bullets while white ones are subheadings of the previous red one (hope that makes sense)

* when you bring the question to him he'll be like:

* "me? you wanna marry me?" he'd point to himself.

* "yes, silly! who else?!"

* "i-i mean," he'll instantly become red and start fumbling over his words. "i-i was supposed to pop the damn question out..."

* you best bet it'll be a full blown steampunk wedding! he'd want it to be in the victoria but it's also fine with him if you'd want a beach or garden wedding so long as the theme stays. this i what i think he'll be wearing, the aesthetic of the event, and what your gown'll be.

* during preparations, he'd mostly leave it up to you so long as you follow his color palette: red and blacks. but when it comes to foods, he'd be keen on having an attendance while you taste test and choose out stuff.

his and your fits

* before your wedding day, he'd be soooo anxious. i have this thought that when you two are individually out on your bachelor/ette parties, he'd be calling you by the end of it just cuz he can't sleep.

* "it's pretty late, kidd. did your party just finished?"

* "yeah, every one's knocked out of their damn minds. and apparently, i can't fuckin' sleep."

* "hmm, nervous?"

* "like the fuck i am." he'd try to deny it but eventually give in. "i wanna see you before i sleep."

* "but you know the superstition-"

* "fuck that shi-"

* "no! i don't want any bad luck!"

* "luck? baby, we defy all odds, don't we?"

* he'd insist but you'll also insist. so he just settled on an overnight call where you two slept in.

* during the wedding day, you two'll be tired as fuck because the only sleep you guys got was 2-3 hours because of talking and comforting each other until 5 😭. while getting ready, kidd will be more impatient and irritated than usual. but it's just due to the combination of weariness and anxiety. mostly anxiety. he never felt this anxious when it comes to you, he'd always be confident about how you two felt about each other. but right now, all he thinks if he's sure or not. if you're sure with him. eustass kidd never doubts, but he feels so deeply for you he'd never want to hurt you and that brings him to a wall. the people involve with him that day had a hard time working with him because his attitude is extraaa mean 😔

* but when he sees you at the end of the aisle as you donned a dress that looked way too good on you it was insane to him, all his worries left his body through a tear that cascaded down his eye.

* "you crying?" killer nudged kidd, noticing the taller to reach over his breast pocket to fish out the hanky.

* "shut up, you ain't the one doing the marryin'."

* i imagine his vows to reflect the kind of person he is, passionate and brute about it. he'll be soooo poetic it'd surprise you.

* "where do i even start fuck-" you'd giggle along with the audience. "i do lotsa damn declarations but this is makin' me shy, jeez."

* "name," he'd sheepishly look at you. "you are my dream and i honestly curse the seas that i'd only found you nos and not at the time i needed you the most. and now i, for the life of me, can't imagine how i'd live without you."

* "i, eustass kid, will put hands on anyone who mess with my wife, if those fuckers think they're so big, well so am i, aye?! if she cries i'll cry with her, and trust me when i say i will kill any bastard who dares do her wrong, because that's my wife, they better not look at her cuz she's taken, she's mine. got it?"

* "you've learned to love me, an insufferable asshole, in ways i never thought possible. you've seen the worst and the best, the weak and the strong, the ugly and somehow the pretty in me. you make me a better man."

* "you conquered all my fears, seized my pride, and built my strength. you are the reason i became the way i am today. you crawled your way in 'ere and took control over my heart, you little monster."

* "from the start, i haven't exactly been kind to you. i mean, i've been rude, and disrespectful; but you grew on me, you were patient and measured up to my irritated ass... so much that I don't know what happened, you really snuck up on me... so may you forgive me my past dumb mistakes. because even if I am stupid and mean, and I may not show my love properly, I love you and will do anything to give you what you fuckin' deserve. you know that."

* "name is a great woman, one who stands and always fights for what she wants, and I want the honor of being your husband. we'll conquer anything, yeah?"

* "okay i'm very fucking embrassed now so i'll just come out and say it... I need to marry you, not because I love you, not because I like you, but because I have to to... yeah, I said it, I don't like you or love you, i need you in my fucking life."

* man he'd end up crying while saying them. but his voice wouldn't waver, it's eustass kidd come ooooon

* he'd be dramatic and give you the bridal kiss where you kind of hang mid air and he supports your back.

* reception would be firrrreee it'd be an absolute rave! you'd have your wedding dress be modified where you can discard the tulle or some shit to make the dress shorter.

* your guests and dearest friends each made a speech about your craziness with each other

* "kidd was so damn insane for this girl. one time, he asked me if he should get her an otter or dung beetle as a christmas present. bro doesn't even celebrate christmas until she came along!"

* "kidd stood out as one of name's partners, he was the first jackass she fell for that was actually a keeper."

* "i'm telling you, kidd became so self-conscious when he met name! he started worrying if his lipstick was the right shade or if his eyeliner looked neat!"

* "what confuses me was whenever they talked to me about each other, the word 'i hate' always comes first and them being whipped follows after. it was annoying."

* drinking games come after, trivias about the couple and between you two after. and as expected, it was competitive because neither of you wanted to lose and give way 🤣. kidd as a man, will never go easy and let you win tho. he respects you like that.

* but what prompted me to make this hc is the wedding garter tradition 🫦. this will be his favorite part. he'd be very extra tho,

* he'll take off his suit jacket and roll up his sleeves when you two are in front for the act.

* he'd maintain reaaaally strong eye contact and will be feeling himself while you burn red and start fanning yourself from laughing or actually feeling flustered under his gaze.

* he'd get under your dress, have a long whiff of that 🐱 and his breath'll tickle you bc he nasty like that, lick your thigh a little, give the flesh on your hips a squeeze, and drag the garter off with his teeth very very languidly

* he'll be very pouty when it's time to give it to the bestman tho

* then the actual rave comesss! blasting music and lights at the victoria, it didn't seem like a wedding reception. but you and kidd were in the center of it all, dancing with each other the same way you two met in a bar.

* "wanna get out of here?" he whispered with his hands on your hips, bending down to your ear due to the deafening beats.

* "hmm, ain't this familiar?" you giggled.

* "aye. this is the part where you come with me and we kiss at the back."

* "eh? that's different from what i remember. your mean ass was angry at me for stepping on your shoe." you poked at his nose while he laughed subtly.

* "shh shh, we both know how bad that ended. bar got fucked up real good." you two broke out in laughter, reminiscing at old times.

* kidd would inevitably drag you to his quarters, man's hungrryyyyy

* he'd be so desperate to take off your clothes, with how beautiful you look today and how he was deprived of you for a couple of nights

* you'd leave the deck making out, walkign sideways, backwards, u name it

* "it'd be pretty weird if the bride and groom's gone on their reception, right?" you broke out of the kiss.

* "and we don't give a shit about it, don't we?" he'd grin, tugging at your lips

* aaaand stuff thst happens in the honeymoon happened 😏

been in the works foR WAY TOO LONG

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cozage · 1 year

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New Multi-Chapter Fic: The Moss that Grew in Gloom

A/N: A multi-chapter fic I promised weeks ago is finally starting!! With Made for Two being complete, I finally can redirect some of my efforts to other things, and this is at the top of my list! I hope you enjoy!!

Characters: female reader x Zoro, (Mihawk and Perona are also present)

Summary: As the daughter of Dracule Mihawk, you've spent your life in almost complete solitude. But that changed one day when a green-haired swordsman makes a smashing appearance.

Word count: 5k

Chapter One: The Fall of a Swordsman

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Your life began when a moss headed man crashed into the pavement outside, you just hadn't known it yet.

It was the second time someone had fallen to Gloom Island since you had been alone. Your father had been called away to help with an execution, and he had forbid you to tag along. The Warlord had left you alone several times before, but this was the first time a person had come crashing into your castle. And now that number had doubled to two.

You and Perona peered out the window, looking at the place of impact.

“I think he’s dead,” you said, looking down at him from your second story bedroom.

“He looks familiar…” Perona mumbled. “We should go see.”

You frowned at the body outside. “Dad said not to leave the castle while he was gone.”

“Yeah but aren’t you a little curious?” Perona’s wide eyes were stuck on the unmoving man.

“Not really.” You turned away from the window, back to your room. “The baboons will deal with him if he’s not dead yet.”

“You’re so cold!” Perona pouted at you, and she ran to your door. “I’m going to save him!”

“Suit yourself,” you responded, opening a book. “But I won’t be helping.”

You didn’t see Perona for a few days after that. You knew she had managed to save the green-haired man and drag him back into the castle, and you knew she was tending to his wounds. The sounds of banging and the occasional shout from both of them proved that.

“I do know him!” She said, entering the kitchen. It was one of the few moments you left your room with a stranger in the house. You had managed to avoid Perona and the stranger whenever you ventured down for food, but you had known it was only a matter of time before your paths crossed.

“He’s a Strawhat!” she continued. “They were the ones fighting Moria and sent me to this dreadful place in the first place!”

That caught your attention. “He has that power? He’s that strong?”

“Well, no..” Perona said, thinking back to her time on Thriller Bark. “I think it was a crew mate of his that did that.”

You frowned, but said nothing at that. You did remember the Strawhat Pirates from the news, and your father took an interest in one of the crew members, but you couldn’t remember which one. But you didn’t remember any ability like that being on their wanted poster.

“I guess he’s alive, then.” You tried not to sound too interested. “Will he make a full recovery?”

Perona groaned. “He’s SO needy! And he’s complaining about EVERYTHING! The food, the bed, the way I wrapped his wounds! Nothing is good enough for him, I swear!”

You laughed at the irony of that. Perona hadn’t stopped complaining about this place since she had arrived either. Nothing was ever good enough for her, even in a giant mansion on a secluded island.

Not that you were upset about her presence. You didn’t mind Perona most of the time. Sometimes you even liked her. But on those days when you just wanted to be alone, she was always there. She was like a little sister who was always demanding your attention, always wanting to do something with you. It had been strange to get used to after such solitude with only you and your father your entire life.

Perona finished making a sandwich, and looked your way. “You should come see him!”

“I told you, I’m not helping.” You left the words hanging in the air as you walked out, hearing her frustrated breath huff out behind you.

You finally met the mysterious intruder a few days later, when he barged into your room unannounced. Your eyes flicked up from your book as your door slammed open. He had mossy green hair and tanned skin, and you could tell he was in good shape under his bandages. He was covered in them, and you could see why he was complaining about Perona’s handiwork. She had wrapped them so tight in some places, you were surprised he could move.

“Wha--Who the hell are you?!” The man demanded, gawking around your room. Your sword laid next to your chair, and you saw his eyes slide over to it.

“It’s rude to demand someone’s name when you haven’t introduced yourself,” you said, returning your gaze back down to your book.

You could hear him grit his teeth in frustration, and you resisted the urge to smirk at his reaction.

“Look, woman, do you know where my swords are or not?”

“Swords?” Now that caught your attention. You looked back at him and found his gaze was still on the sword next to your chair. You closed your book, mentally marking where you were in the story, and then placed it down on the coffee table next to you.

“That stupid ghost girl stole my swords!”

You stood and picked up your weapon, turning it over in your hand. “Swords as in multiple?”

“Three.”

“Three?”

His eye twitched in frustration. “Are you going to help me or not?”

“How long have you been looking for these swords?” You walked over to the door where he was standing. “And don’t ever barge into my room again without knocking first.”

He gritted his teeth, and you could tell he wanted to say something back, but he refrained. He moved out of the way for you to pass through the door. “I’ve been looking for a few days.”

“A few days?” You laughed at that, thinking it was an over exaggeration, but his silence made you realize he was being serious. “You must be bad with directions.”

“It’s not my fault it’s a maze in here!” He shouted back at you. You rolled your eyes and bound down the steps, hoping he was capable enough to follow you.

“Perona,” You call out at the bottom of the stops. “Where’d you hide this guy’s swords?”

“It’s not my fault!” the pink-haired girl cried, floating into the room. “I told him exactly where they were! Up the stairs and down the hallway!”

“Thanks!” You bound back up the left staircase, and when you got to the top, you realize you didn't see the swordsman anywhere. You had just run down the stairs and then back up them, how had you lost him already?

You didn’t have time to figure out where he went. Honestly, you cared more about his swords than you did about him. You just wanted to see how his blades looked.

His swords were exactly where Perona described. It was as he said: three swords sitting together in the room.

You could feel the energy rolling off of one of them when you opened the door. It was respectable for a swordsman to carry a blade with such a strong personality, but you weren’t interested in a sword with an attitude.

The next one that caught your eye was a sword you never thought you’d see in your lifetime. Shusui, the legendary katana from Wano. The last you heard it had been buried with its previous owner. You unsheathed it and held it out, slashing the air a few times. The balance was perfect, and it almost made you envious of the user. If you didn’t have the sword you possessed now, you would certainly be taking this for yourself.

You sheathed Shusui and turned your attention to the last sword, a white-hilted one. As you bent down to grab it, a strong hand grabbed your shoulder. You quickly turned, unsheathing your own blade and holding its tip out against the perpetrator’s throat.

It was that damn pirate. You had been so caught up in looking at his swords, you hadn’t noticed him come in. He was smirking at you with a brow raised, eyeing the sword in your hand. You rolled your eyes and lowered your sword, scoffing at his cockiness.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he said, nodding at the blade in your hand. You squinted your eyes at him suspiciously, but handed your blade over to him and then bent down to pick up the white hilted one.

As you examined it, you couldn't help but find it familiar-looking. It was a great sword, and it was made with the finest materials by an extraordinarily skilled blade smith. You were jealous of the man who got to call it his own. Wado Ichimonji, you believed it was called. It wasn’t exactly your style, but you could still admire it nonetheless.

You could hear him gasp behind you, and you turn to look. His fingers reached down to run along the light blue blade as he inspected it.

“Wait-”

He cried out, more in surprise than in pain, and he yanked his hand away from the blade. You could see that his fingers had beads of blood forming on them, cut by the razortooth edges that ran along the flat of your blade.

“Sorry, I forgot to warn you.” You sheathed his blade and walked over to him. You reached out for his hand to examine it for any serious damage, but he yanked it away from you.

You scowled at him, but he continued to inspect your blade, turning it over in his hands. He slashed at the air a few times, and you could feel the waves of air roll over you. If he knew how to actually use the blade to its full capacity, he’d be quite powerful with it. You suspected that the other swords in his possession weren’t by luck.

“Roronoa.” You had been piecing the information together for a while now, and you were fairly certain in your guess of his identity.

“You know me?” He said, eyeing you cautiously.

“I’ve heard of you,” you corrected. Your father occasionally commented on him when he was in the paper, and you knew the story of how he had challenged the Warlord in the East Blue. At the start of the Grand Line, he hadn’t been anything impressive, but over the few months he’d been there, he seemed to have made a name for himself.

“You have a nice blade,” he said, handing it back to you and walking over to pick up his own.

“Nikko,” you say, giving it a quick glance before putting it at your side again. “You have nice ones as well. Except that cursed one. I’m surprised you can handle it.”

He chuckled. “Don’t you worry, I’ve got it under control.”

You nodded back to him, not quite sure you believed him. “Are you planning to stay with us for a while?”

He scoffed at your question. “I’m returning to my captain as soon as I can.”

It’s your turn to laugh now. “Good luck. In your condition, you won’t make it to the coast.”

“Yeah well, you don’t know what I’m capable of.”

You snorted at his response, but offered none of your own. With the conversation over, you turned away from him and back to the door to take your leave.

The sound of rock collapsing comes from the swordsman’s direction, and your head whipped back around to see what he’s done now. You just catch a glimpse of moss-colored hair jumping out of a cut opening in the stone.

“You brute!” You screamed down at him as you watched him fall. “What the hell is wrong with you?!?”

But he didn’t respond, he just hit the ground and started running.

“Where’d he go?!” Perona’s shrill voice came from beside you. “He’s my ticket off this dump of an island!”

“This dump of an island is my home,” you said, irritated with the bubblegum girl. Maybe it would be better for her to take her leave.

“Enjoy it! I’m leaving with him!” She floated through the opening that Roronoa had made, and began chasing after him.

“Watch out for the-” you shouted as loud as you could, but she was already out of earshot.

You looked up, as if you were mumbling a prayer. “Father, where are you?”

You found them at the wooden cross, surrounded by baboons. You watched from the woods at Roronoa struggling to fight, and as the baboon went in for the kill, you jumped in front of him and sliced the baboon across its chest with Nikko.

“I don’t need you saving me!” You heard the man call from behind you, anger thick in his voice.

“Oh? You don’t?” You turned back to him and sheathed your sword. “Fine then. Do it yourself.”

Most of the baboons had learned to fear you, but this green-haired stranger was no threat to them. Once your sword was put away and walked out of range, they began their attack against him again.

You watched the match in disappointment. You expected better from the man who was supposed to best your father in a sword fight. But this was just pathetic.

“Aren’t you going to help him?” Perona screamed at you from above.

“He doesn’t want my help,” you hissed, loud enough for him to hear. “Why don’t you try, Perona?”

“You think I can take those things?!” She squeaked, and you turned your attention back to the fight, just in time to see Roronoa get thrown backwards into the wooden cross.

He hit it with such force that he left an indent on the wooden marker, and then fell face first into the ground. He laid there for a minute, and you grabbed the hilt of your blade, ready to draw if the baboons made an attack.

It wasn’t necessary though, because you finally noticed his presence. You relaxed, clicking Nikko back into its sheath. Only a second later did the baboons notice, and they all began to flee from the area.

Even Perona and Roronoa seemed shocked, and you could see the green-haired swordsman tense at the realization of who was appearing through the fog. He grabbed his cursed blade, using it to pull himself up to his knees.

“You better not do that, Roronoa Zoro,” your father said, eyeing the man before him. “You’ve been injured beyond your limit. Do you think you can beat me when you can’t even beat the baboons?”

You snorted at that, pleased that your father was equally unimpressed with the swordsman. Roronoa Zoro, he called him.

Mihawk’s gold eyes flicked to you, and he frowned. “I thought I told you not to leave the castle while I was away. I expect a full explanation of the events that occurred while I was absent.”

You bit your lip, frustrated with the reprimand, but said nothing. You knew he wouldn’t listen now. He had bigger things to deal with, like the two new houseguests who had appeared while he was gone.

“Why the hell are you here?!” Roronoa demanded, looking at your father.

Your father’s attention moved back to the man on the ground. “I’ve been living in that castle for quite some time. Why are you here?”

“I got blown away by Kuma, a member of the seven warlords like yourself.”

“I see…” Your father looked at you briefly. “Is he telling the truth?”

You nod. “He is.”

“Very well. That explains why Strawhat came to Marineford with other people.”

Roronoa’s eyes got wide at the mention of his captain’s name. “You saw Luffy?! How was he?!? Was he alright?!”

Your father seemed unfazed by the green-haired man’s desperation. “He’s still alive probably. But I assume that he’s been very badly traumatized.”

“What happened?”

“He lost his brother.”

Roronoa blinked. You could see every muscle in his body tighten in anguish. “What did you say?”

“Fire-Fist Ace died before Strawhat’s eyes.”

Everyone stood there for a moment, frozen. You could tell the news had rocked the pirate. His facial expressions were extremely easy to read. He looked confused, angry, helpless, and upset all in the same moment.

After a moment, he struggled to his feet. “I have to go. I have to go find Luffy.”

After the swordsman and Perona took off, your father looked at you with a frown. You knew he was disappointed, but you weren’t entirely sure what you had done to make him feel that way.

“Please explain to me why there are two new people on this island.”

You began walking back towards the castle. “I believe Roronoa is right. Kuma sent them here, separately. There was a pawprint impact zone around Perona when she arrived on the grounds. I did not leave to inspect Roronoa’s site when he arrived a few days later because it was outside of the castle grounds.” You paused for a moment, letting him absorb all of the information. “I didn’t leave the grounds, father.”

“And yet you are off them now,” he shot back.

“They were in danger! I couldn’t-”

“I do not care about the lives of those two. And I do not appreciate you risking your own life to save them.” You heard it as he paused to keep his voice from rising any further. The worry laced in his voice that was initially masked as anger. He took a breath, and his voice returned to his normal cadence when he speaks again.

“Do not do it again.”

You grinned at him, deciding to press your luck. “You were worried about me, weren’t you?”

“You can handle yourself. I am aware of that.”

You laughed lightly, and decide to abandon the topic. You had missed your father desperately while he was gone.

“How was Marineford?” you asked.

“Like I said, the execution was successful.”

“But how was it?” you pressed. Sometimes your father forgot to turn off the whole mystery persona with you.

He hummed, thinking how to describe it. “There were some complications. Mainly Roronoa’s captain. He’s quite a problem for the Navy.”

You chuckled at that. “Runs in the crew, I guess.”

“What do you mean? Has he been a problem?”

You looked at him, irritation on your face. “There's a hole in one of the second story guest bedrooms now. He got irritated with how complicated it was to navigate the castle and just cut his way out.”

Your father frowned. “I see. They’ll be quite troublesome houseguests, won’t they?”

You were so shocked by his response that you stopped in your tracks. “They’re staying?”

“Do you think they’re going to get off this island in their current state?”

You laughed at that question. You had been thinking the same thing. At least someone was of the same mindset as you.

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Later that night, you heard Perona enter the castle. Based on her grunts of frustration, she was carrying the swordsman. He lasted longer than you thought he would. You chose to lock your bedroom door that night. The last thing you needed was to wake up to a lost, poorly bandaged swordsman barging into your room.

Every morning, you would hear Roronoa scream as he woke up, which prompted Perona to scream in return. The two of them would hobble out of the castle, trying to fight their way to the coast. And every night, long after sunset, Perona would drag the swordsman back into the castle and rebandage his wounds. Just for the cycle to repeat the next day.

You wanted to scream at the mossy-haired man. He would never get anywhere if he didn’t let his injuries heal. If he just rested for one or two days, he might have enough energy to make it. But he refused to rest. The only thing he could think of was his captain.

“How long do you think he’ll keep doing this?” You asked your father, spreading some butter on your toast. You had fallen into a strange pattern over the past two weeks with your houseguests, but you were getting tired of it.

“It is…unclear.” You could hear the disapproval in his voice, and you laughed at it.

“You told the baboons not to kill him, didn’t you?”

You looked over at him inquisitively, but he didn't respond.

“He’s such an arrogant swordsman. Why are you sparing him?”

You were met with silence again, causing you to huff in frustration and pick up the News Coo.

“Oh, you were correct,” you said, looking at the front page. “There’s news of Roronoa’s Captain today on the front page. He’s alive.”

“Let me see!” A girlish squeal came from behind you, startling you. She grabbed the paper out of your hands, staring at it. “I’ll need to show Zoro!”

“Hey! I was reading that!” You screamed after her, but she whisked away without looking back at you.

“There’s still time to go talk to the baboons,” you grumbled as you stood from the table and began to retreat to your room. You could hear your father chuckle behind you, but you didn’t bother looking back.

You spent the day in your room, and were surprised to hear the pink and green-haired combo come back earlier than usual. The sun was still up, and based off of the sounds they were making, the swordsman was still conscious.

You tiptoed down the hall and stood near the base of the stairs, hidden from sight.

“I want to beat you!” You heard Roronoa scream. You decided to peek around the corner to get a better view of what was occurring, and you could see that the swordsman was bowing before your father. It was not a sight you expected to see, especially in conjunction with the words he had just spoken.

Your father laughed at his words. A full, hearty laugh. “You’re asking me to train a swordsman who wants to kill me? You’re insane. And what you’re asking is nonsense. Even so, what you’re doing is still embarrassing.” But the swordsman stays kneeling, waiting for an answer, and your father watches him with interest. “Seems like you found something more important than your ambition. Hey, ghost girl. Treat him.”

Perona pouted from her place near your father. “Don’t tell me what to do!”

You took the opportunity to step out into view of the room. “I’ll do it,” you offer. “I’ll treat him.”

Your father watched you with his sharp gold eyes, hesitating for a moment. But he nodded in agreement after a brief pause, coming to a decision.

“Very well. The training will begin when you’re recovered.”

“Thank you,” Roronoa said, struggling to stand on his feet. You offered no assistance. If he could not walk to the medical bay on his own, then he did that to himself.

You walked alongside him in silence. He didn't ask for help, and you didn’t offer it. It was a slow and painful walk to the medical room, but the swordsman completed it on his own.

You pulled his bandages off gently, unraveling the long mess of Perona’s handiwork up his arms and down his torso. He had plenty of fresh wounds both internally and externally, but the wound that caught your eye was an old one that ran diagonally across his chest. You were certain the cut was made by Yoru, and your fingers began to run across it to examine it further, but Roronoa smacked your hand away.

“Do you mind?” He hissed, pulling away from you.

You rolled your eyes, but abandon the inspection and walk to the back of the room. As he limped over to the bed, you grab a new roll of bandages and gauze.

“You should shower before we rebandage everything to give it a chance to breathe,” you said, looking through the cabinets. “There’s a bathroom through the second door you can shower in.”

“I showered two days ago,” he said simply, sitting on the bed unmoving.

You paused what you were doing and turned to look at him. “Exactly. Go shower.”

“I don’t need to.”

You frowned. “Yes, you do.”

You heard him suck in a breath of air. “I’m not showering, woman. Rebandage my wounds or leave me alone.”

It was his tone that really irritated you, and Nikko was in your hand before you knew it. You slashed the air, sending a blunt force air cannon to smack him in the back of the head.

“Go shower!” You screamed at him, just as the strike made contact with his head.

You heard him grunt in pain, and quickly resheathe your blade and continue to search for more bandages.

“What the hell?!” he said, looking back at you. But you acted like nothing happened, and you heard him get off the bed and shuffle towards the bathroom to fulfill your request. He was mumbling curses under his breath, but you’d take the win.

It takes him a long time to reemerge from the bathroom, and you picked up the News Coo from this morning to finish reading. You read about Monkey D. Luffy’s 16-bell toll at Marineford, and his honoring the fallen in the battle. There’s a full analysis of whether the pirate was marking the dawn of a new era or if he was declaring war, which you found particularly boring.

You finally heard the click of the door, and the swordsman reappeared from a steam-filled bathroom. You smiled proudly at your small accomplishment, seeing his freshly washed hair fall over his face like strands of algae. He hobbled over to the bed and gently sat down on it. You were still reading the article about his captain and decided to ask him something that had been weighing on your mind.

“What’s with his tattoo?” You asked, looking back to the picture. “3D is crossed out, and 2Y is written.”

“It’s not a tattoo.” He winced slightly as he adjusts himself on the mattress. “It’s a message. We made a promise to meet at a certain place three days later.”

“And that meeting time was moved to two years from now?”

He nodded. “Exactly. Everything else was for publicity. This is a message exclusively for us. Luffy made a decision. Meet at Sabaody in two years.”

“It sounds like your captain is quite smart.”

He snorted at that remark. “He’s not.”

You laughed at his bluntness and put the paper down. At least the swordsman was honest.

You picked up his arm with your hands, and you can feel his strong muscles tense in your grip. “Relax,” you demand. He was always so damn rigid.

You rubbed his forearm, lightly massaging it along upwards to his biceps, and then his shoulder. You worked in silence, besides Roronoa’s occasional groan or your scolding hiss to get him to stop tensing.

By the time you got to his mid-back, he had finally started to loosen up, and you could feel his muscles responding to your touch. You went down to his lower back before curving across and starting on his opposing shoulder to work your way down his other arm.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching you silently as you stayed absorbed in your work. Your father had done this to you hundreds of times over your life. You could only hope it felt as relieving for Roronoa as it did all of the times your father had done it for you.

You stopped when you got to his fingers, and looked up at him. “Do you mind if I bandage your wounds now, Roronoa?”

He stared at you for a moment with a bewildered look in his eyes. You stare back, refusing to look away. Your father always taught you that it showed weakness to look away first. It was better to start out intimidating and then loosen up around others once you knew they were trustworthy. But pirates were rarely trustworthy.

“Zoro,” he choked out, his eyes finally skirting away from yours. “You can call me Zoro. And yes, uh, you can. Do the bandage thing, I mean.”

You nodded and picked up the bandages to begin wrapping his arm. You could hear him huff a frustrated sigh, and you curiously looked over at him.

“Well?” he said, looking at you expectantly.

You felt your eye twitch at his sudden moodiness. “What?” you shot back, matching his energy.

“Are you going to introduce yourself?”

Right. You knew a lot about Roronoa Zoro, but he didn’t know anything about you. You introduced yourself with your name, but didn’t offer any other information.

He accepted that introduction, at least for the moment, and you finish wrapping both of his arms in silence. When you were finished, he flexed under his bandages, and he smiled a bit.

“You’re better at this than that other girl.”

You laughed at that, starting on his torso area. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“What did you do before you got here?”

You paused, looking at him. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, messing up a piece of your wrap and forcing you to start over. “Didn’t Kuma send you here too? Like me and Perona?”

“Oh. No,” you clarified. “I’ve been living on Gloom Island for about seven years now.”

“Seven years?”

You nodded and kept wrapping, but Roronoa didn’t let the conversation go. “What have you been doing for seven years?”

“Training, I guess. Reading. Exploring the island.”

He tensed. “But the baboons…”

You shot him a look. “Stop tensing or it’ll be too tight on you. The baboons aren’t anything to worry about. There’s only one or two on the island I have some trouble with.”

“Tch. Whatever you say.” You could tell he thinks you’re lying, but you don’t care. You finished wrapping his torso and gave him one last check-over to make sure the bandages all held.

“Why Dracule Mihawk?” you finally ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “What do you mean?”

“Why train under him? Why work to defeat him?”

His eyes narrowed at you, as if he was trying to comprehend what you were asking. “He’s the best, isn’t he?”

You nod, and the swordsman gets a wicked grin across his face.

“I’m going to beat him and the best. My name is going to be so famous, it’ll reach the heavens.”

“I see,” you said slowly, watching him. You could see in his expression that he means it, and he’ll stop at nothing to reach his goal. You went to take your leave, stopping at the door and turning to look at him one last time.

“Then I wish you luck in that journey, Zoro.”

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #one piece self insert #zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x you #cozage #TMTGIG #✧˚zoro✧˚

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gaypiece · 2 months

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Op + platonic affection

☁︎ Affection I/my self insert would give characters + affection I think they might give in return (with the idea that they are being affectionate as a result of receiving affection)

☁︎ ft. Zoro, Luffy, Robin, Law, Franky & Sanji

☁︎ WC: 404

Zoro:

Gets:

Nickname: tough guy

face poke

join for naps

gentle bullying

poke

keeping ahold of him while about so he doesn’t get lost

poke

a little punch (i have no possibility of hurting this man)

Gives:

hand on the shoulder

aggressive poke back

gentler bullying (he knows I’m sensitive)

seek me out to join for naps

Luffy:

Gets:

face squish

all of the hugs

give him the rest of my food when I’m full (damn human garbage disposal)

”this is my favorite food and if you touch it i swear to f-“

pinch

matching airhead energy

Gives:

all of the hugs

throwing me around because he can

ear tug

pinch back (a little too hard, he doesn’t know his own strength)

this:

Robin:

Gets:

Nickname: wifey

lean head on shoulder

play with / style hair for fun

reading together

platonic flirtation

help her tend to her flowers

Gives:

Headpats & little ear rubs

little touches on the arm or shoulder as she passes by

affections similar to the ones she gives chopper

Law:

Gets:

Nickname: captain grumpy pants

Steal the hat

grab the back of his shirt in a crowd so I don’t lose him

make him snacks when he is too busy to get his own food

be wallflower with him

cling to arm

Gives:

Hand on head

little ear rubs & tugs

muss the hair

hand on shoulder

pretending to be annoyed

lift the chin with sword hilt

lift the chin with hand once more comfortable

Franky:

Gets:

Nickname: bro / big dawg

jump on his back

ride on his shoulder

watch him fix things and offer to help

give cola

”SUPERRRRR”

Gives:

Nickname: little bro

casual transmasc validation

very gentle head pats

head pats with the small hands

carry on shoulders

“SUPERRRRR”

Sanji:

Gets:

Nickname: pretty boy

nothing too physical, I am afraid of the simp

kiss on the cheek as hello & goodbye

offer to help in kitchen

cook in his place occasionally to give him a break (my cooking is def not as good as his but it’s not awful)

”i don’t care that you smoke, just don’t do it near me because i WILL feel sick”

Gives:

basically AFAB treatment, but somehow still transmasc validating

gives cooking tips

makes fav foods just because

”let me grab that for you” (it’s too high)

headpats

courteous enough to not smoke around me

also hello/goodbye cheek kiss

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gideongrovel · 2 months

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I can't say when we dropping our Going Baseball looks,,, and not actually post something myself!! So whipped these all up last night!! ⚾ I don't actually care about sports,,, and I'm so bad at em lmao,,, I just think the uniforms all the characters have in that game are so silly and endearing 🤭💕

Like that baseball episode of S.tevenU.niverse they flirt so much during the game they lose 💀 tho they would of lost anyway cause like E/nel would be a bad captain lmaooo just like how he didn't want to take his priest that lost their battles to the moon with him,,, if they strike out in baseball he wants them off the team 😂 Not me tho i suck- but I'm cute so he lets me stay UwU

Everyone being silly in the tags of that other post so far about the uniforms/teams, and how their s/i would act was already making me smile! 🤭 @mothlover69 already shared theirs, but if anyone else joins in with art,,,, tag me I wanna see em!! 👀

#self shipping art #self ship art #fiction other art #self insert art #one piece self insert #s/i art #selfshipping art #self insert #s/i #one piece s/i #my post #my art #saskia don't look

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dumbassqueen · 2 months

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Lei’s rehab session

(that’s the self inserts nickname btw)

#one piece #one piece fanart #my art #art #digital art #self insert #roronoa zoro #zoro #one piece zoro #one piece self insert #im not sorry

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reverbywerby · 1 year

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an attempt at a panel redraw !! T__T i caught up to one piece and i dont want to think of what happened so im drawing my losers to feel better

my take on f!law... she should still look mean and tired sorry oda..

this last one is a little self indulgent with my op guy being here but LOOK i drew Law so beautifully ;;

EDIT: he's not eating umeboshi i was thinking of like salmon onigiri at the time LOL i'm still new to drawing food ^^

#im gonna make a separate post with more self indulgent doodles...#i hope you guys like my law #im coping with 1081 by drawing him and the heart pirates being stupid a lot #one piece #my art #trafalgar law #heart pirates #shachi #penguin #one piece self insert #my ocs #trafalgar d water law #one piece law #one piece trafalgar law #law

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dancingintherainwithchifuyu · 18 days

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𝔚𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱

Chapter 1

The mountain bandit stared at the girl who was busy packing her bag, throwing in the few articles of clothing and books she had. “

Are you sure that you want to travel with that idiot of a brother?” She asked. Only getting a slight grin in return.

“ I can’t let him travel alone; this is a way we can share our dreams,” she explained honestly. The girl walked up to Dadan before wrapping her arms around the woman.

The action brought the older bandit a sudden realization of how much Aster had grown; it felt just like a few days ago, she was still just a little kid who ran around the house laughing. The girl definitely kept her spirits up, especially with how rowdy and loud her brothers were when they were growing up.

“Thank you for taking me in! I promise not to get into trouble.” Dadan looked away from the girl, already tearing up. Aster couldn't help but giggle at the older woman, despite her tough exterior and harshness. Aster knew that Dadan cared for her and her brothers a whole lot; it showed how properly she raised them.

“You two better look after each other.”

“I promise we will!” Dadan nodded and left to join the rest of the mountain bandits, leaving Aster to finish her packing.

Aster looked around the small room for the last time. It wasn't much, but it was more than enough for her. She didn't need much with the bandits anyway, plus with three brothers, there wasn't much privacy.

Luffy still sometimes snuck into her room to come hang out with her and talk about the adventures they would have together once they set sail.

“ASTER!”

“I'm coming!”

She closed her door before passing the bandits, greeting them all one last time. Luffy peaked past the door as his sister reached him.

“We're going now. Aren't you gonna see us off?” He said glancing at the mountain bandits

“Shut up; the mayor and Makino know us, but we'd scare the other villagers if we came down from the mountain.”

“But..”

“Come on, Luffy, Dadan is right. We don't want to cause trouble.”

“..Okay, thank you for everything!”

The rest of the bandits seemed bashful as they said their goodbyes to the siblings, reminding Luffy to take care of his sister and not be reckless. Aster only smiled at the interaction, grinning proudly when Luffy reminded the bandits that he normally hated bandits, but he liked them. This again caused the older woman to pull out her handkerchief and cry.

Aster smiled at the bartender, who was fretting as she fixed her clothing. She grabbed a hold of the older woman’s hands

“I’ll be okay, really; I’ll be with Luffy the whole time,” Makino sighed softly at the brunette girl

“Are you sure? What if you two wait a bit?” She suggested as she glanced towards the grinning boy, busy greeting the rest of the town, smiling happily at them all, and promising to become the pirate king. She smiled at this turning back to the woman, but before she had the chance to respond to the woman she squeaked as Luffy wrapped his rubber arms around her and suddenly pulled her toward him.

Makino had a similar flashback of the two running around Foosha village; Luffy had always dragged his younger sister around; the two would always visit the bar and wait for a certain pirate to entertain them with stories of his travels.

“LUFFY!” Aster lectured her older brother, but the boy just grinned at her.

“We have to go!” He rushed her, causing the younger girl to roll her eyes.

“Luffy, there’s plenty of time.”

“ I can’t wait forever!”

Aster smiled back at the villagers as Luffy dragged her towards the small boat. Aster stared at the ship nervously before glancing at her brother and his choice of boat.

“Luffy, maybe we should take the old fishing boat…”

“Nope, this is how we start!”

“I'm going to kill him.”

Aster sighed softly as she leaned against the railing; after getting separated from Luffy, for better or worse, she found her grandfather.

Once again, Garp had tried to recruit her into the Marines, but she had her heart set on sailing and traveling the world freely. It was just one of the many reasons she decided to travel with her brother. She told her grandfather as much but she was bound to get punished for this once again, and Garp had a unique way of punishment.

This is how Aster ended up on a boat owned by the G-5 marine branch with Captain Smoker, the man who was hunting her brother at the moment. Last she heard, Luffy and his crew were on their way to Alabasta.

She was really proud of Luffy, who had managed to recruit a crew of his own, and she couldn't wait to meet up with all of them. Pushing herself off the railing, she shakes her head with a smile and stretches her arms out above her head.

“I don't understand why you would follow your brother.” Smoker huffed out glancing at the girl

“You don't have siblings?” She asked the marine curiously, giving him a half smile when he shook his head a grumbled no escaping his lips

She couldn't imagine her life without her brothers. She wouldn't have come this far without them; she glanced at Smoker again.

Smoker wasn't as terrible as other marines she had met when she was with Garp; most marines had let their title go to their head and lost their way. She was thankful for the few good marines out there who genuinely wanted to protect people.

“I respect you as a Marine, Captain Smoker, and I know you don't understand why I would want to travel with a pirate. But my brother wouldn't just hurt someone unless they deserved it. Luffy is really perceptive when it comes to bad people.” Aster spoke honestly, being aware of how Luffy had never gone out of his way to try and harm people regardless of the situation.

Smoker only stared at the younger girl in disbelief; she seemed to know the consequences and still followed through even though being a pirate, or in her case being associated with one, was a crime punishable by death.

This girl didn't seem to care that she could be punished if she traveled with her brother. Garp had told him that Aster always wanted to see the world and travel from island to island. That was her dream, to learn about the world and cultures of people since she was little. This teenager was willing to risk it all to make a dream a reality.

He soghed shaking his head once again

“You're Grandfather trusted me to take care of you and keep you safe, “Smoker spoke, turning away from the girl, watching as the ship got closer to the coast of Alabasta.

“You are you stay on this ship” he finished

Aster looked up in shock at the captains words, she was ready to argue with the man but Smoker called out to Tagishi to guide Aster to the room she'll be staying in for her stay.

“You can't do that!”

“I'm the captain of the ship, you follow my orders “

The woman smiled apologetically to the teenager as she guided her toward the room. Tashigi stopped in front of the door looking back at the pouting girl before she placed a hand on the teenager's shoulder and smiled

“Captain Smoker means well. He just doesn't want to see people get hurt, you're still young”

“I'm not stupid! I know how to fight and protect myself!”

Aster let out a frustrated groan before walking into the room, closing the door behind her. Her grandfather had truly chosen an awful punishment ,she was sailing with a man who was actively hunting her brother and trying to capture him when all she wanted to do was reunite with Luffy.

She fell down on the bed staring up at the ceiling, maybe she could come up with a plan to sneak off at Alabasta.

Aster was shocked at the state of Alabasta with the Intel she had managed to get through eavesdropping.

Luffy and his crew should be here, as well as a warlord. She had only heard rumors of Crocodile. He was a notorious warlord. So why was he here in this country? What was he scheming for?

From what she heard about Luffy and how he had fought not only Buggy but Arlong, he was likely here to find out what Crocodile was up to. Now, all she had to do was look out for a commotion, and that was where she would probably find him.

“Miss! Wouldn't you be interested in buying this fruit? I heard it should make you live for a thousand years!”

Aster tilted her head as she listened to the older merchant try to sell her the golden apple; she smiled at the older man.

“Then it must be really, really valuable. Why haven't you eaten it?” She asked innocently, causing the man to freeze up. She grinned at him as she held her hands behind her back.

“You should really work on a better sales pitch…” She spoke while looking around.

“Have you tried selling it to a boy in a straw hat?” She asked, hoping that Luffy had run into the merchant, who shook his head in response.

“Thank you anyway!” She bowed before walking further into the market. She rubbed the sweat off her forehead before fanning out her clothes, if she didn’t find shelter soon her brain would fry like an egg on the pavement from the blinding heat.

Speaking of food, she wouldn't mind grabbing a bite after finding some clothes that could protect her from the raging sun.

Aster stepped out of the building, already feeling much better after her wardrobe change; she preferred something that would move more freely. But at least this would protect her from the sun's rays and the heat.

She glanced toward a group down the street crowded around a restaurant. She guessed right. Just look for trouble, and she might find Luffy. Before she could move past the crowd, a red flash ran out of the restaurant and back into the streets, with Smoker following close by.

“Looks like Captain Smoker found him…”

She sighed before running down the streets, following after her brother and keeping an eye on the roof. She ignored the marines running past her, following Smoker's orders to capture the rest of the straw-hat pirates.

Aster moved past the crowded streets, pushing past patrons and merchants following behind the two in the chase. Within minutes, she collided with a body, and they both fell to the ground; when she looked up, she grinned

“Luffy!”

Luffy gave her a grin back before jumping to his feet and grabbing her.

“ We have to go! Smokey guy is after me!” Before she could comment, Luffy started running, carrying her over his shoulder. Aster glanced up, noticing Smoker's shocked look. She pulled her eye and poked out her tongue; the marine captain scowled, cursing under his breath before he ran after the two teenagers.

“HEY GUYS!”

“AT LEAST LEAD THEM AWAY FIRST!”

Luffy ran towards his crew with a smile, still carrying his sister over his shoulder. The crew didn't have time to ask him about the stranger on their captain's shoulder when Smoker and the Marines arrived to capture them and take them in. Smoker had sent smoke out of his body towards the pirate crew.

The crew watched as the attack was halted by a wall of flames separating the pirates and marines.

A familiar figure, wearing an orange hat, landed before the straw hat crew, grinning at the marine captain before looking back at the straw hat pirates as Luffy finally put his sister down and looked back at at the manshocked.

“Is that you, Ace?”

“You haven't changed a bit, have you, Luffy?”

Ace had assured the group that he would handle the marines and catch up with them later, letting them run away from the conflict and back towards their ship. The crew started questioning their Captain about how he knew the girl and Ace, only receiving a boyish grin as a response, much to their frustration.

Smoker stared at Ace with his arms across his chest, the marines standing behind him.

“I don't understand why are you helping the Strawhats?” He asked the whitebeard pirate. Only to receive a grin in return,

“It's natural for an older brother to protect his younger siblings.”

@alexa-fika for editing

@firstdivisiongirl @kazenomegaminowanpisu

@cafekitsune for the dividers

#one piece zoro #one piece ace #one piece luffy #one piece nami #one piece chopper #one piece usopp #one piece oc #one piece oc insert #one piece self insert #one piece selfship #one pieces #one piece imagine #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #one piece

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mandiemegatron · 17 days

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Making sappy posts for my self-ship artwork is my favourite past-time, in case yall couldn't tell 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

Thank you forever and ever to @shanalikeanna for this GORGEOUS piece, I needed something with Eustass to add to my collection and I can't even begin to describe how excited and literally honored I am that you were so willing to do this for me 😭😭😭 MY ARTISTS ARE THE BEST, YALL NEED TO COMMISSION THEM, I SWEAR 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖

Thank you thank you thank you thank you I love you forever my shana, thank you so so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

#mandies self-ships ; Eustass Kid #screaming crying throwing up #i cant even begin #Eustass Kid #self-ship #one piece #one piece self insert #i love u big red 😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖#i need to grow my Eustass portfolio #ok to rb #smooching him !!! and u shana !! 💖💖💖💋💋💋💋💋

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gojirarara · 1 month

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Sir Croc’s wife is very hot and I’m jealous

Updated Querubín/Miss Cupid (my OP S/I) designs along with her DF!

Left: Cross Guild/ Post-TS

Right: Alabasta/ Pre-TS

She is a CREECHUR and I love her sm.

Lore!

#kaijufart #one piece oc #one piece original character #miss cupid #one piece self insert #oc art #one piece selfship #oc x canon #one piece #one piece fanart #plus size art #plus size s/i #plus size oc #one piece s/i #crocowife #crococupid

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lehguru · 3 months

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SELF-CONSCIOUS ft. LAW, USOPP, FRANKY

info: how they react when reader is self-conscious about their appearance! not proofread tw for body dysmorphia, weight insecurity, tummy insecurity

trafalgar d.water law doesn't take it that seriously at first. of course, he understands everyone has their insecurities, even himself has some, but you? the epitome of ethereal perfection being insecure about your appearance? it takes him by surprise. when you come to him talking about how your stomach is so huge and ugly—he thinks its beautiful and almost gets defensive over it—he lets out a breathy low chuckle. before you could confront him over his "laugh", he pulls you into a hug, placing a soft kiss on top of your head. 'if you want to lose weight or something, i will support you,' he murmurs against your hair. 'but i don't see any problem with staying just like you are right now.' after that, he brings you to cuddle him and asks you to say more of your insecurities, if you're comfortable of course. he makes sure to note them down mentally, just so he knows what to praise you about in the next days.

usopp is not a stranger to insecurity, he often have some very good ways to either distract himself from it or praise himself till the dark clouds leave his head. but when you, the most precious person in his life, shows signs of hating your appearance, he freezes completely. "i think you're lying to me, usopp! this entire fit makes me so ugly!" you sign, soft tears coming to your eyes, and pout. a loud gasp from your boyfriend makes you snap your focus from the mirror to him, immediately noticing his wide eyes and open mouth. 'w-what? how can you say that! i would fight three giant huge dragons—again, may i add—for you! and you dare to say that fit makes you ugly?' the way he was gesticulating and speaking made you giggle, making some of the sadness leave your chest. 'plus, 'm the funny ugly one in the relationship!'.

franky let's out a audible 'huh?' when you murmur that you don't want to hurt him by laying on top of his body. your cheeks start to blush and tears brim the edge of your eyes, the weight of his gaze making you feel even worse. without saying a word, he makes you sit on your shared bed and then, after digging through some chests, pulls out the blueprints for his current body. you have to hear a full lesson about how he can not only handle you on top of him, but could defeat a whole army by himself. that and the way he praises you constantly and effortlessly throughout the monologue is enough to make you agree to cuddle him again.

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arty-achilles · 8 months

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Part 1 | Part 2 (You're Here!)

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CHAPTER 1 (PRT 2)

And here's part 2 of the SI fanfic This Bites by Xomniac. Oh boi was this a doozy. Soundbite is really fun to draw with all sorts of expression using his eyes and due to his power I get to mess around with the text a bit.

[Commission] + [Kofi]

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matchadobo · 9 months

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KIDD; reconciliation

summary: name and kidd got into a fight, how does it turn out? wc: 3003 warnings: afab reader, nothing heavy, a hurt/comfort drabble, mentions of sex but not the actual thing, just kidd sorting out his emotionally constipated self, mentions of alcohol

"you want me to what?" you gripped the transponder snail with much pique, immensely angered by being jolted from your deep sleep. even from your voice over the snail, killer could feel your teeth grinding from his request.

"name, i know this is a selfish request but-"

"oh it is, killer." you cut him off. "that bastard better rot out there, there's no way in hell i'm dragging his ass back here in the victoria if he drank his dumb ass stupid! it's all he ever does!" you were furious, all drowsiness leaving your body and was replaced by seething fury.

you hear him sigh over the phone. "i'm very drunk too, i-i didn't even understand what you said properly. we've already carried half of the crew and we can't carry kidd anymore." he laughed nervously, god help the snail you were holding because were you squeezing it so tight.

there was a long silence before you grumbled and clicked the phone off. you pulled yourself out of your shared quarters, fists clenched and brows furrowed. stomping across the deck of victoria, fuming at the events unfolding and what you're about to do.

they left the most inconvenient job for you, a man of his size amounts to almost several quantities of average weighing people. yet you're always the one who can help him haul his ass back to the ship no matter how blacked-out drunk he is.

his weight is not even the problem, HE IS THE PROBLEM! you two had just gone through a heated argument, it's why you were left on the ship when they were having a party in the pub earlier. you were too pissed to join the crew and have to stomach seeing him. yet here you are, on your way to help the root of your bane.

the fight was something trivial that exploded into something so stupidly vexing. you walked out and confined yourself to the sheets, hoping on sleeping it off successfully while he drags his lot to the local pub and drank his dumbass until he couldn't remember what happened before.

"name! you're her-"

"where's that fucking dumbass?" you wasted no time in greetings with the sober crewmates that awaited your arrival. what was once their cordial demeanor straightened up and led you stiffly to where your captain was.

he was sprawled on the wide span of the long, wooden seats of the pub, taking over one long table. his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were shut tight, the usual scowl settled on his face. his good arm was loosely gripping an empty bottle of scotch, his consumption evident from the drool at the corners of his mouth as loud snores escaped his painted lips. the other patrons were seemingly disturbed at the sight, the motherfucker acted like he owned the place!

you sighed a disappointing huff before knocking the chair he was laying on over with one swift kick and fell on his ass as a result. your crewmembers not knowing if they should snicker or run from the sight.

"want your ass left by tomorrow morning or are you gonna pick yourself up and go back to the victoria, huh?!" you greeted, staring him down as you watch him mutter strings of curses while he tries sitting down. he fought off the dizziness in his vision and his heavy feeling as he placed a hand on his head to somewhat soothe the throbbing pain.

"can't sail away without a captain, short stack." he managed to bite back, looking up at you with the same bitter anger you glared at him for.

"did all the alcohol flush out any reason out of your brain or do you not get the idea that i'll drag your dumbass back to the ship because you're too fucking drunk to do it yourself?"

"i didn't ask you to." he bitterly answered as he tried standing up but miserably failed. "i can do it myself. you go back to the ship."

you sucked in a breath of disbelief. "you're incorrigible, aren't you?!" you crossed your arms. "you can barely stand up, you fucking numbskull."

"i'll manage by my goddamn self," he announced through gritted teeth, finally standing up on his feet. wobbly to be exact. "i don't need your help-"

just as he said it, you had caught him by your arms from his immediate fall. "if you'd just use your fucking brain than let it sit in that big head of yours, you wouldn't have to embarrass yourself like this." you snarked, getting a hold of his sinewy arms as you placed his flesh arm around your neck and settled a firm grip on his waist. "now shut the fuck up before i get the urge to catapult your ass to the seas and leave you."

"tch," he grinned, wobbling in his path together with you. "you wouldn't do that, butterfly." he teased as a burp followed his sentence afterward, unsteadily shifting his weight and subconsciously giving you a hard time. "you couldn't sit still when i was gone drinkin' so you came all the way here, aye? pretty fuckin' sweet of you."

your grip on him tightened, he grunted at how his nails dug into his skin and almost left scars that'll bleed. "f-fuckin' hell, can't take a joke now, huh?"

"if you think we're okay, then you're goddamn wrong." you hissed, dragging him in his feet firmly yet not enough to hurt him. "you're a fucking asshole i hope you know that."

"so i've been told." a grin tugged at his lips. "what do you say we put all that anger to somethin' more excitin', hm?" he tried pulling you closer by his arms in an attempt to arouse you but you beat him to it and squeezed a grunt out of him.

"if you think you can get away with apologizing by fucking, you're mistaken." you shut him down, "i'm tired of you treating me like a piece of ass."

kidd has been always getting away with apologizing by fucking you stupid. you end up forgetting what the hell you two were even fighting about or how deep your anger was for this redhead since his length does all the work for him. sorries turned into filthy insults and praises that turn you on more than it made you resent him. it's pathetic, really. the power he holds within you and your ardor for the control he reigns over you. he's a very bad man for you. not that you're shackled to leave him of course, nor the obligation of him as your captain convinces you to stay with him. you deeply detest how much you are willing to give than to lose him. oh how crazy he drives you.

you'd find yourself questioning your relationship with him, you detest how you always want to wake up next to him and find him clinging onto you. the softest look on his pale ass face as he peppered your skin with kisses in the mornings. you hate how your name sounds so good on his lips. you hate how he's always holding you close during cold nights as he warmed you up in his embrace. you hate how good his fingers feel intertwined with yours. you hate how he'd ruffle your hair when you do something exceptionally good. you detest the fact that with one look and one invitation from him, you'd completely give in and run into his arms; letting him have his way with you.

by the time you two finished bickering, you had reached your shared quarters with him. you plopped him to his stygian sheets, hands on your knees as you try catching your breath. this man will truly be the death of you, a claim proven by countless near-death experiences all closely related to or caused by him.

the bastard was already snoring when he laid on his back in a starfish position. but man was it hard to try and lie to yourself when you think that you can simply not look after him in this state. you sighed to yourself as you thoroughly cursed yourself when you sat at the edge of the bed beside his lower body and started to untie his boots. you couldn't resist leaving him like this, as much as you hated to admit it.

you pulled his shoes off his feet, placing them at the foot of the bed. you then took off his pants, sliding them off him. next was his vest shirt, you lifted him slightly to take it off his arms. as you were taking off his goggles, you noticed how ran down his eyeliner was. was he crying? or did he got drenched in alcohol? the former seems to be the less likely.

now left in his boxers, you tried slapping him awake but very lightly. "oi, wash yourself before sleeping here."

he grumbled, turning to his side as he threw an arm over you. "fuck that, let me hold you." he nuzzled his face on your thighs, smiling at the warmth and softness of you. "you smell good."

"that's cuz i didn't get out and got myself fucking wasted as if someone's gotta pick me up," you said through gritted teeth.

"don't be stuffy right now, it ain't cute." he teased, kneading the flesh on your rear playfully. "it'd be bliss to sleep like this."

you latched him off of you. "i'll just sleep somewhere else then." you've had enough, you're not letting this slide another time.

he had a firm grip on your wrist before you could even think about standing and leaving. "no, hey- where are you going?" he opened one eye, trying to look for yours.

"somewhere." you snatched your wrist away, crossing your arms as you faced away from him. your back was all he could look at as he pulled himself up and tried making sense of the events.

"don't be ridiculous, stay here." he pulled you by the arm.

"no, you know what's fucking ridiculous? me staying with a man who can't, for the life of him, apologize and treat me like the love of his life other than a fuck doll that keeps his dick warm and all the affection i ever get is when you're balls fucking deep in me and you start muttering how amazing that feels! that, that's fucking ridiculous don't you think?!" you let out all in one breath, chest heaving from all the emotional baggage you let out. "can't even step off the goddamn pedestal to say sorry for something so trivial, what more to serious fights huh?! do you just fuck me and move on?!"

you live up to the shutting-up-eustass-kidd allegations very successfully, because that man is sat there bashfully with his head down. because you and he both know that whatever you spat out is nothing but the complete truth. all your words knocking him sober.

he'd been avoiding dealing with how your fights are turning out. you weren't saying anything about it so he assumed that nothing was wrong, unbeknownst to him that the very reason you were quiet about it is because something IS wrong. as you got into a relationship with him, you knew he's a phenomenal idiot in love but you didn't expect for him to be THAT dense.

he swallowed a lump in his throat and spoke, "will you... become patient with me?" he rubbed the back of his neck in an attempt to formulate his words and regulate the heat in his cheeks. the shyness and the feeling of him doing his best had somewhat warmed up your cold exterior.

"i've been nothing but an asshole to you these past few days and i... well, have no damn excuse for that." he chuckled dryly. "can you give me a chance to... uh... turn it all 'round?"

you were silent, trying to organize your thoughts that argued with the beat of your heart. after receiving no response from you, he cleared his throat, hesitating whether to reach over you or not.

"when you're ready to talk, you know where to find me." he concluded, standing up and walking out of the room.

you busted out crying when you hear the door shut. it's difficult being with kidd, especially moments like these where you almost want to give up but there's something so deep in you that holds you back... he holds you back.

unbeknownst to you, he heard your sobs and tried so hard to not storm inside and engulf you in his embrace. but he didn't, he knows better than to invade someone's vulnerability; much more yours. plus; he knows how much you wanted to not be close to him nor see him right now.

so he went on ahead in his workshop after grabbing a big bottle of beer from the kitchen. he tried distracting himself by tinkering with some trinkets and projects he was working on but you clouded his mind.

in utter frustration, he threw the scraps of metal he was holding on the ground and ran his fingers through his locks. he wanted to talk to you and get close to you. never in his life had guilt become such a sentience that ate at him. the only thing stopping him was that he truly felt sorry for what he did.

that's why when the clock stroke four, you pulled yourself together. a whole hour of crying and compartmentalizing, you now have the will to face him. you made your way to his workshop and knocked weakly at his door. "it's me, can i come in?"

after a few minutes of having no response, you opened the door only to find him slumped at his desk with the half-empty beer bottle in one hand and a little trinket on his prosthetic.

you clicked your tongue, is drinking himself stupid his coping mechanism?! you yanked the beer bottle off his grasp. you get a good look at the trinket he was holding, it was a metalwork of intricately bent lilies painted in white that circled into a necklace. each petal of the lilies was engraved with the letters of 'sorry'.

next thing you know, tears in your eyes streamed down your face as you held the jewelry on your fingers. each petal vein was meticulously chiseled just like the real thing. you held it close to your chest as you swallowed your remaining sobs.

you jolted him awake once more, "come on, let's get you cleaned up."

"augh, fuck." he groaned, the hangover coming in. "oh shit, you weren't supposed to see that." he let you carry half of his weight as you wrap an arm around his waist and his arm above your shoulders.

"you've got a shitty way of hiding it, dork." you tched, "you smell worse than a fucking pig, i'll dump your dumbass into that tub myself if you don't do it yourself."

he sat upright before snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap, maneuvering you on his thighs so that you are facing him. you leaned at the edge of his worktable, holding onto his shoulders to balance yourself on his lap. his flesh arm that was once on your waist was now settled at the small of your back.

his weary, tangerine orbs that were once looking up at you soon became glassy. he then rested his forehead on your chest, pulling you closer by the grip he has on your waist.

"i'm sorry."

you hear him sob on your chest as your shirt slowly got damp, his grip tightening with each second the same way his cries become louder. you placed a comforting hand at the back of his neck, while the other gave his back circular rubs. he kept repeating those two words back at you while muttering his amends and you let him.

he then let you carry him to the bathroom, it was a silent stroll to your shared quarters. he let you take off his clothes and settle him on the foamy water of the tub. he let you scrub the grime off his back and shampoo his stiff hair; the water soon turning into a muddy greenish, black.

"face me." you broke the silence, ordering him to do so. he shifted in the small tub, his large body spilling over water and wetting you.

his eyeliner had run down and his lipstick was smeared from his nonstop booze consumption. he bashfully faced you, avoiding your gaze.

after dampening the washcloth with soap and water, you lifted his chin with your fingers, gently scrubbing the ran-down makeup off his face. "can't look after yourself, huh?"

"i like it when you take care of me." he retorted, finally looking at you. studying how you concentrate on each spot of his face as you cleaned it. "and... i always want you to. i'm sorry for being an jackass... all the time." he finally said it after swallowing hardly. "i was too much of a coward to deal with all my fuckin' baggage, i always thought sex would solve it all."

"i know you're a dumbass but i didn't know your brain does not fucking work."

he chuckled a little, raising his hand from being submerged under the water and placing it above yours. "i'm running out of chances to make it up to you, ain't i?"

"i want you to know that no matter how dumb you are, how fucked up you become, however many times your stupidity gets the best of you, and each time you find yourself in deep shit. i'll never get tired of you." you gave him a pinch in the cheek. "but the next time you pull this kind of bullshit again, i'll be seeing myself out. now shut up and let me finish this, i'm too sleepy."

"yes ma'am." he retorted, a grin tugging at his lips. "love you too."

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gaypiece · 1 month

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Another Life; Ch 2

Part 2 of my OP isekai bullshit daydream! I am always open to feedback!!! I’m half asleep posting this so i may come back and edit cws and description

Ch1 // Ch3

Chapter 2: The Surgeon of Death

☁︎ word count: 3.5k

☁︎cw: named self insert, bit of anxiety

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Consciousness came back to me slowly. I was vaguely aware of a steady beeping sound nearby. This confused me. I was sure I had died, and I didn’t think the afterlife would sound like a hospital. My eyes fluttered, cracking open lethargically. The lights above me were bright, and I could tell that I was indoors somewhere. My head turned to the sound of the beeping, silently rejoicing the fact that I was able to move again. There was a monitor to my left, displaying my heart rate and other information my foggy brain didn’t care to make sense of.

”Good, you’re awake.”

I would have jumped in surprise, had I not been so sluggish. But, did I know that voice? I turned to find the source. He stood with his back to me, writing something on a clipboard. The hat he wore. . .

He turned to me then, and my stomach dropped. No fucking way. What kind of Isekai bullshit. . .?

”You’re lucky we found you when we did. What were you thinking, eating that fruit?” He must have noticed the way I paled, and my jump in heart rate. He added, “No need to be afraid, you’re safe,” though, his golden eyes seemed almost as cautious as I was.

I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing. “I-I’m not— you don’t understand.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” he muttered. He turned away from me again, setting the clipboard down.

I laughed once, humorlessly. “At least I’m not the only one who’s confused.” I ran my hands over my face in my distress. I kept my face covered as I tried to remember my breathing exercises: in four seconds, hold four seconds. Out four seconds, hold four seconds. Repeat.

He seemed to realize what I was doing, not speaking as I tried to calm myself. Once my heart slowed, I removed my hands from my face and tried to sit. My head swam.

He reached a hand out to me, as if to steady me, but didn’t touch me. “Take it easy, you’ve been out for a while. We don’t need you passing out again.”

”How long?” I asked.

”We found you two days ago.”

Two days. That makes five since I woke up on that forest floor. If I weren’t incapacitated for most of it, the time might have been enough to convince me this was real.

”I never got your name,” he stated, interrupting my thoughts.

”Rain. Aspen Rain.”

”Trafalgar Law.”

My heart jumped again. “I know.”

”I thought so, given your reaction to seeing me.”

I laughed again. “You don’t know the half of it.”

He studied me a moment, still cautious.

”Why did you help me?” I asked suddenly. I knew his character well enough to know that Law wasn’t exactly the hero type. Not that type to go out of the way to help a random person unless there was some benefit to him.

My question caught him off guard. He looked away again, fumbling to respond at first. “We came to the island looking for that fruit you ate. I wanted to study its paralytic properties for possible medical use in the future, and reverse engineer an antidote that might work for other, similar situations. You could imagine my surprise when we arrived to find someone poisoned by exactly the fruit I was looking for. You were a convenient test subject.” I nodded along as he explained. Of course, saving me was a convenience, but it almost sounded like an excuse. He may have been able to perform whatever tests he needed even if I wasn’t alive for it. “You know,” he turned to me once more, “you could have eaten any other fruit on that island and been fine. You’re lucky someone with my capabilities found you. Or that anyone found you at all, for that matter.”

“Lucky me,” I muttered, “eating the only poisonous fruit on the whole damned island.”

He almost cracked a smile. ”What were you doing there anyway?”

I stared at him, unsure if he truly wanted to know about the strange situation. Deciding I had nothing to lose, I told him, “I don’t know.”

His brow furrowed. “What do you mean, you ‘don’t know’?”

“I mean,” I took a deep breath, “I fell asleep in my bed, at home, and woke up on a forest floor with nothing to my name, and not even a hint of a soul around.” My voice rose as I spoke, nearing hysterics. “Not to mention, I went to sleep a normal human being, and woke up with fucking cat ears.” I made a vague gesture at my head for more emphasis.

”And tail,” he noted. “I can see now why you’re so confused.”

”I have a tail??” I couldn’t stop the laugh that erupted out of me. “This is insane,” I giggled. “I’m going insane.”

”I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for all of this.” He seemed to be reassuring himself more than me.

I tried to collect myself, breathing deeply again. Once I could control my voice, I said, “I haven’t even told you the craziest part yet.”

He looked even more apprehensive now. “Tell me.” He pulled a chair to the end of the hospital bed and sat, facing me. Good. He would need to be sitting for this.

Once again, I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and trying to steady myself. “What if I told you,” I began, “you’re not supposed to be real? What if I told you that I know of you not just as a pirate captain and former warlord, but as a character from my favorite TV show?”

He stared at me blankly, almost as if he was waiting for me to say I was joking. When I didn’t, he told me, “You’re insane.”

“That’s the conclusion I came to as well, and exactly how I expected you to respond.” My tone was resigned.

His tattooed hand came to pinch the bridge of his nose. He seemed to be collecting himself. Wondering just what the hell he got himself into by rescuing me, I figured. Suddenly, Law stood, pulling on a pair of medical gloves and beginning to disconnect the wires and tubes attached to me. He spoke as he moved. “I have some things to tend to. I’m going to have someone bring you some food and show you to the showers so you can get cleaned up. Then we’ll decide what to do with you.” He refused to meet my eyes. “Hold still, this will probably be uncomfortable.” He quickly and efficiently removed a feeding tube from my nose, wordlessly handing me a tissue afterward.

I remained still and silent as he worked over me, trying to ignore the way my heart thudded on the occasion his gloved fingers brushed against my skin.

He didn’t speak again as he gathered a few things and headed toward the door. He turned to me then, but still didn’t meet my gaze. “Someone will be in shortly. Just. . . don’t say anything crazy to them.” He waited for my nod, then the door closed with a soft click.

As soon as I was alone, I curled myself into a ball, wrapping my arms around myself for some sense of security in this foreign place. I was unable to stop the tears that welled up, lost and confused as I was. What was happening, and why? It’s one thing to wake up in a strange place, but entirely different to wake up in a different world. Why did this happen? Why the world of my favorite anime? And why, out of every possible person, did it have to be my fictional crush from this universe to find me? There were too many questions buzzing around in my head, questions that I didn’t have answers to.

I wondered if my world went on without me, or was it frozen in time? Perhaps I had died and this was some bizarre afterlife. I wondered if I had simply disappeared, just as I seemingly appeared here. Would my fiancé search for me? Would my family? How was I going to get back? What if I never did? My stomach dropped.

As I deliberated, the door reopened and someone entered the room, prompting me to quickly dry my eyes. I recognized my visitor as Ikkaku, the only female member of Law’s crew. I didn’t know much about her, and wasn’t sure what to expect of her personality. She wheeled a cart in after her, which held two plates of steaming food and a pitcher of water. The smell of the food had my mouth watering, tastebuds restless after not eating for so long.

“You have some timing,” she stated as our eyes met. “Lunch was just about to be served when the captain asked me to bring you food.” She stopped the cart at my bedside, moving the chair which Law previously sat in to the other side. “I’m Ikkaku, by the way,” she informed me as she took her seat, facing me. “What should I call you?”

”Rain,” I said. “Or Aspen. Either is fine.”

She asked, “What do your friends call you?”

”Rain.”

“Rain it is.” She grinned at me before digging into one of the plates upon the cart.

I hesitated, shy.

”It’s not poisoned,” Ikkaku teased.

Her bubbly nature softened my reserve. With the slightest smile, I scooted toward the edge of the bed where the cart sat. Timid as ever, I didn’t meet Ikkaku’s eyes as I reached for the water pitcher, filling both of our glasses. She thanked me cheerfully before taking a sip. I mirrored her, relishing the taste of the cold, refreshing water. I didn’t realize just how thirsty I was, quickly emptying my glass. I immediately refilled it, only to empty it halfway again.

”Slow down,” Ikkaku warned. “You don’t want to make yourself sick.”

I obeyed, studying my plate as I gave myself time to breathe. It was some kind of stir fried noodle dish, nothing elaborate. Still, I salivated. I was unable to make myself wait very long before digging in. I gave an appreciative hum as I chewed, it was an effort not to moan instead. Maybe it was the fact that I just almost starved to death, but nothing had ever tasted better.

”Oh, come on,” Ikkaku scoffed. “Uni’s cooking isn’t that good.”

I spoke with my mouth half full. “I almost starved to death, give me a break,” I half-joked.

She laughed, and I found it difficult not to return her smile. I decided I could get along with Ikkaku.

”So,” she began, sipping at her water again, “does the captain know you from somewhere?”

I paused in surprise and confusion. “I . . . don’t think so, why do you ask?”

“I’ve never seen him so quick to save a stranger,” she mused, “except for that Straw Hat at Marineford.”

“Um. . . Well, he did tell me that he was trying to make an antidote for the poison of the fruit I ate.”

”Coincidence,” Ikkaku contradicted. “He didn’t know you were poisoned when we found you, but insisted on helping you the moment he saw you.”

”Huh.” So it was an excuse. But why would he have wanted to help me so badly? “No, we’ve never met before. I’m not sure why he would do that.”

“Well, as out of character as it might’ve been for him, I’m not one to question my captain. I’m sure he had his reasons.”

I hummed in agreement, chewing my food slowly as I mulled over the possibilities. Nothing I could come up with seemed logical. I could see that Ikkaku had more questions, but neither of us spoke again as we finished eating.

Ikkaku stood once both of our plates were empty. “Now! Let’s get you a shower!”

I followed her quietly as she led me through the hallways of the Polar Tang. She briefly stopped at a closet, pulling out a boiler suit like hers, and holding it up to me to judge the size. She explained that it was the only clothing she could offer me to change into. I took it gladly, thankful to have clean clothes after being stuck in the same outfit for days. Ikkaku then led me to the showers, leaving me at the door. She explained where I could find the soap and towels, then told me that she would be waiting on the other side of the door once I was done, and to let her know if I needed anything. I was grateful for the time alone, locking the door behind me as a precaution.

As I looked in the mirror, I was almost surprised to see that I was still me. I looked a bit thinner, maybe, along with some other changes, but I was still the same Rain. My eyes were the same hazel they had always been, but I now had slits for pupils. This almost explained my improved vision. Cat eyes to go with my cat ears. And tail. Ugh. I could see it flicking behind me in annoyance. It was black, as were my new ears. My hair, which had previously been dyed pastel pink, my natural dark brown showing at the roots, now seemed to grow naturally pink. Weird. I noticed that half of my face was bright red, I assumed from the sunburn. Though, it looked as if it was medicated while I was unconscious. That was going to be a fun tan line. I shook my head in annoyance, tail still flicking, as I headed to the shower.

Ikkaku smiled at me brightly once I emerged from the room, freshened up and ready to go. The boiler suit was a tad long on me, and I had to roll up the sleeves and pant legs to accommodate my short limbs. There was no hole for my tail to come out of in the back, so it was stuffed into the suit with the rest of my body. It was uncomfortable, and grew even more so as I walked, following Ikkaku to our next destination. I made a note to myself to modify it if I had to continue wearing it. Ikkaku chittered as we walked, talking about the other crew members, explaining that they were doing chores, which was why we weren’t seeing them. I wasn’t listening, really. I was anxious to find out how Law wanted to deal with me.

Ikkaku stopped to knock on a door, and waited for permission to enter. My heart skipped a beat when Law’s voice said, “Come in,” from the other side, and Ikkaku opened the door, allowing me to enter first. I stepped into what appeared to be Law’s office. The walls were lined with shelf after shelf of books. There seemed to be only two areas on the wall not containing books: another door, which I guessed led to Law’s bedroom, and a little alcove nestled into the shelves, containing a cushioned bench and a window, through which I could see that we were still at the island where I woke up. Taking up almost half of the space of the room was a large, disorganized desk, facing the doorway I entered from. At this desk was where Law sat, thoughtful eyes trained on me from the moment I had entered.

Ikkaku was about to follow me in, when Law said, “You can go, Ikkaku.”

“Right!” Ikkaku responded, turning on her heel.

”Close the door before you go.”

She hesitated the slightest bit, eyeing me with concern. “Good luck,” she whispered to me before shutting the door.

”Have a seat,” Law ordered, nodding to the chairs in front of his desk. I obeyed silently. “You have two options,” he told me. “You can stay here, where we found you—“

”Pass.”

He paused at my interruption, giving me a disapproving look. “Or,” he continued, “we can drop you at the next island we stop at, provided it’s not deserted.”

I considered the idea, but where would I go? Was I to just start a new life in this world that I didn’t belong in? Would I be able to? How would I find my way home? Then, an idea occurred to me.

”Can I join your crew?”

He eyed me suspiciously. “That wasn’t an option.”

”I don’t like the options you gave me. It’s called ‘negotiation’.”

Raising a brow, he said, “Give me one reason why I would want you on my crew.”

I sighed. “I know you think I’m crazy, but I can show you that I’m not. At least, not entirely. I’m still trying to figure out what the hell’s going on, myself, but I won’t ask you to help me. Just let me stay, and I can be useful.” I looked into his eyes then, a strenuous task for me, given my shyness and Law’s intimidating aura. My tone was almost pleading. “I have nowhere to go. I know that you know what that’s like.”

His eyes softened just slightly, but he didn’t seem to like the use of reverse psychology. “How would you know that?”

”Believe it or not, I know a lot about you, Trafalgar. Things your crew might not even know. Don’t forget where I told you I know about you from.”

He seemed irked that I would bring it up again, and his tone was skeptical as he humored me. “What exactly do you know about me?”

I took a deep breath as I prepared to state everything I knew about this man. “Trafalgar D. Water Law, also known as The Surgeon of Death, wielder of the Ope Ope no Mi Devil Fruit ability, captain of the Heart Pirates, former Warlord of the Sea, a title you obtained by delivering the hearts of one hundred pirates to the world government.” He seemed almost unfazed as I rattled off the basic information, only reacting when I said the “D” in his name. “Born October sixth, you are twenty-six years old, a Libra, six feet and three inches tall, blood type F. You were born in a country called Flevance, located in the North Blue, nicknamed ‘White Town’ after the White Lead that was mined there.” His face began to pale. “You lived there with your younger sister and your parents, who were doctors and trained you and your sister to be as well. For this reason, the Ope Ope no Mi Devil Fruit was an excellent fit for you.” I averted my eyes. “For your sake, I won’t get into the details of how you came across the devil fruit. I assume it’s a touchy subject.” When I glanced back up at Law, the look he was giving me was deadly. “Do I need to continue?”

”How do you know all of that?”

”I already told you how I know.” I folded my arms across my chest.

He stared me down. Though my cheeks burned, I gave him an unwavering look of my own.

“How do I know that I can trust you?” Still suspicious.

”You don’t, I suppose. But I’ve been completely honest with you this whole time. I have no reason to lie, and nothing to lose. All I’m asking for is a place to stay for the time being. If you don’t trust me, take my heart if it will give you some peace of mind.”

”Keep your heart.” He almost seemed like he was starting to believe me. “Tell me about this . . . TV show.”

“It’s called ‘One Piece’ and it follows Straw Hat Luffy’s journey to become Pirate King . . .” I continued, explaining only relevant details, such as the places the Straw Hats had visited, where I was in the story, and the differences between this world and the one I came from. Occasionally, he would ask for more details, and I would give them to him, surprising myself with how much I remembered. He seemed more convinced with each detail I gave him of my world. His eyes didn’t leave me the entire time I spoke, and when I finished, he continued his piercing gaze, seeming contemplative. This time, I found it difficult to stare back, shying away from his intense look. I was grateful when he spoke before I started blushing again.

”You said that you can be useful. How?”

”Umm . . . I would probably be most useful in the kitchen. I’m a decent cook, but I’m more of a baker. I suppose that comes with the territory of the family name.” I chuckled slightly at my joke. “Other than that, I’m pretty good at tinkering and fixing things, anything involving creativity, really. I’m probably no good in a fight right now, but I can train. And I am a quick study, if there’s anything else you may want me to do.”

He stared at me a few more moments before he sighed, seeming to give in. “Just to be clear,” he began, “I still think you’re insane. However, you seem trustworthy enough, and you’re right.” His gaze softened. “I won’t leave you with nowhere to go.”

”So . . .?”

”So,” he repeated, pausing as he hesitated, “welcome to the Heart Pirates.”

I could have cried with the relief I felt. I had somewhere to stay. “Thank you,” I breathed, hanging my head.

”I will be keeping an eye on you though,” he warned. “Don’t make me regret this.”

”I promise, I’ll do my very best.”

He stood. “Come with me. I’ll show you to your quarters.”

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