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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Part 7 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Seven: Bepo - Return

581 words; takes place nebulously some time after the Hearts set out on their own but before recruiting (my guess for ages is Law 17, Shachi 18, Penguin 19, and Bepo 13); this one has a bit of cussing and gets near horror territory; still not read-through

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It was summer as the four teens were sitting on the shore of an island, the evening breeze warmer than they’d had in a long time. They had a campfire going where they were roasting the fish they had caught earlier in the day, its light beginning to cast shadows on and behind the young pirates.

“I can’t believe we were able to catch mackerel and herring!” Bepo said happily. He began to poke the embers with a stick and some of the campfire popped. “Usually it’s one or the other!”

“There must be something weird about this part of the North Blue,” Penguin mused. “Getting a school of both fish together like that is…”

“…because of the currents,” Law stated. “On the other side of the island there’s an ocean current that goes opposite of the one we came on. They must have followed that.”

“Yeah, but why the currents are like that is the question,” Bepo mused. “Didn’t you see the maps?”

“We all did,” Penguin replied, “but might as well be Poneglyphs to me.”

The young bear’s ears perked up. “Oh! It’s not that hard! You just—!”

“Hey,” Shachi said, casually backhanding Penguin’s arm without looking. “Would you look at that.”

“Look at what…?” The other teens turned and looked to see that Shachi was pointing to where the clouds were parting over the horizon, revealing a reddish, largish full moon that had yet to rise high enough in the sky to look like normal. The three Humans all nodded in appreciation, while the Mink…

“Guys, I don’t feel so good,” Bepo whined. He laid down in the sand, unsure if he should hold his head or his stomach. His fur all stood on-end as something rippled through him.

“Do you think it was the herring?” Shachi wondered. “I thought that one looked a bit sus…”

“I doubt it was the herring,” Law frowned. He ran a Scan on Bepo and his brow furrowed. “None of this makes sense…”

“What doesn’t make sense?” Penguin asked. Law continued staring.

“He’s… changing…?”

“He’s a six-foot teenaged polar bear, of course he’s changing!” Penguin fired back. The two exchanged a glare while Shachi went to feel Bepo’s forehead.

“Well, he doesn’t have a feveraaahhhhhhh!” He pulled his hand away as Bepo snapped at his hand—something he rarely did, if ever. That caught all of their attention, the three older teens watching in horror and confusion as they watched their cuddly baby brother stand, his eyes glowing red as he grew in stature and fur became long and wild.

“Ohhh… fuck…” Law cursed, realizing what was going on. “This is very, very bad.”

“What do you mean by that?!” Shachi panicked, voice cracking. “This screams bad!”

“I mean: Bepo told me about this, but we thought it wasn’t going to happen,” Law replied. “This was supposed to be cultural, not biological!” He opened a Room and lifted Bepo high into the air, their other two companions staring on in horror. Penguin took a burning stick from the fire to arm himself, while Shachi hid behind Law.

“What did you and Bep fail to tell us about?” Penguin hissed. It was clear that this was no ordinary puberty-related thing, as he watched the gentle kid of the group bulk up and roar unlike anything he’d ever seen and heard. Law swallowed hard, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead as he knew they were in for a night of trouble.

“Sulong.”

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Heart Pirates #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Bepo #Bepo (One Piece)#Penguin (One Piece)#Shachi (One Piece)#Trafalgar Law #Trafalgar D. Water Law #Sulong Bepo

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Part 6 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Six: Uni - Aftermath

618 words; takes place some time before Sabaody; sorry this is so late (and now the rest of it will be as well) but life happened what are you gonna do about it; this fill contains mild descriptors of wounds; there is also almost no dialogue in this so sorry if you’re here for sass because in this installment there is none; still very not-read through

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It hadn’t exactly been one of the crew’s proudest moments, but at least it was now over. Everyone was now back in the Polar Tang and she was diving, putting distance between them and the island they had unceremoniously ran from.

They ran like cowards is what they did. The head of the Marine base stationed there was more than the Captain could handle—more than any of them could handle—and they turned tail in defeat, barely scraping out of there alive, let alone uncaptured.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Uni decided to at least get through their post-island routine while he could, considering there was no knowing what was on the next speck of land they’d land on. He went over the checklist in his mind before picking himself up off the floor of the Tang’s main deck and began his rounds.

First, he went to the boiler room, where everything seemed to be working in pristine order. Ikkaku sat in the corner, hugging her knees as she tried to be small as possible. The cut on her arm didn’t look like it had been treated yet, so Uni took the first aid kit from its perch and knelt next to her, waiting for her to let him help. Eventually she shrugged off the top of the coveralls and exposed her tank-top-covered torso and bare arms, the left of which had a nasty gash from her shoulder that nearly went to her elbow. It had already clotted over—thank the seas—but they were going to be in trouble if it wasn’t cleaned and bandaged soon. She didn’t flinch as he touched her arm—better him than Law, as the man was probably fuming over some broken bones sticking out of Penguin somewhere.

Eventually, the wound was clean and nods were exchanged before Uni went to check on some of the others. A few were alright, though holed up in the bunk room under their blankets. He went in search of Clione, finding that he was already in the kitchen attempting to make everyone’s favorite snacks before people started showing up. A tray was already sitting out and prepped—the Captain’s favorite herbal tea and some sweet cake. He brought it to the Captain’s room, setting it on his desk before allowing his eyes to linger for a moment on the faded, charred photos that lined a portion of the wall.

Uni wasn’t stupid—he knew at least who the couple and child were and why they only existed in crispy, char-edged snail photos. To be from the North and not know about Flevance was difficult; it was the other person who he was having difficulty identifying. The Captain never really talked about the man or why he too was only in photos. People had come up with varying theories over the years, but no one dared ask directly. It was even something that the Original Trio didn’t know the whole story about—Penguin and Shachi knew only a little, while Bepo knew just a bit more and was not giving up anything.

Nodding at the photos, Uni took his leave and left the tiny cabin, almost walking directly into its occupant in the corridor. The Captain looked drawn and thinner than usual, with his eyes haunted and his stance defensive. He almost was ready to tear into Uni when he saw the tray sitting on his desk—he of all people knew a peace offering when he saw one.

“Thanks,” the Captain mumbled. Uni simply nodded and let him pass, the heavy metal door to the cabin shutting soon after.

Hmm. He wondered what Hakugan was doing. Might as well go take a look.

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #fan fiction #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Uni (One Piece)#don't worry I at least have the seventh prompt done as well so I won't post that until I get at least the eighth done #the weekend/beginning of the week I've had ffs

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Part 5 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Five: Clione - Food

675 words; no warning on this go around; this might end up becoming something bigger, might not, idk yet; I wrote this after having a bunch of leftover fancy catering appetizers it is destiny; takes place before the Hearts get to the Grand Line, so figure that what you will for timeline purposes

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His bowtie was tight and his clothes restricting as Clione attempted to adjust himself into something resembling comfortable. He didn’t like this undercover bullshit—coveralls being too comfy made nearly everything else down-right constrictive in comparison.

“Don’t untuck that shirt or I will have your head,” Ikkaku warned. She was finishing helping Uni with his cufflinks as the trio stayed hidden in a disused side-corridor of the banquet hall. All three were dressed in waitstaff uniforms, having drawn the straws that put them in that particular role.

“It can’t be that serious,” Clione grumbled. “You didn’t even straighten your hair.”

“We don’t have two extra hours for me to do it the right way, numbskull,” Ikkaku reminded him. It was true though—her wildly curly hair was now contained in a singular chunky plait down her back, looking as though it was begging for the sweet release of the hair tie snapping. “Just follow the plan and we can get back to normal.”

Clione and Uni both passed one another glances of despair while Ikkaku finished up the finishing touches on Uni’s uniform. Once they were all set, they put their right hands together before breaking off to their separate positions. Uni went towards the bar to snatch a tray of drinks, Ikkaku grabbed napkins and an ashtray, while Clione went towards the appetizers.

Oh, wow… he knew they were going to be at a super-high-class party, but he didn’t realize it’d be this swanky. The tiny appetizers were like works of art, with pates and carefully-carved veggies and delicate plating that was expertly applied. It was going to take a lot for him to not steal a tray and hoark them all down himself…

No, focus! Focus! Clione instead wandered around the hall packed with guests, offering the wee nibbles to varying people as he passed. As he did, he tried to catch conversation to figure out who was their target and who was just some other obnoxious rich person hobnobbing amongst the North’s wealthy and powerful…

After a couple rounds of the hall and fetching another tray, a familiar face appeared. The Captain looked so different in his disguise as a socialite, Penguin and Shachi flanking him as his “personal security detail”. Many of the whispers were about him—who was that tall, dark, handsome man? Was he unattached? What or whom did he represent? Every time Clione heard a new theory, it was all he could do to not burst into laughter.

He knew why they were there, doing such a deep cover into such an elaborate society mixer. They all knew why when instead of finishing off their journey to Reverse Mountain and the Grand Line, they were bothering with a bunch of idiots and their personal security details and the varied lower-ranking Marines who were flitting about in a show instead of doing their jobs. There was only one reason as to why the Captain would draw attention to himself by covering his tattoos and acting so mysterious and aloof it pulled the attention of everyone in the room.

The esteemed host of the party was Flevench royalty.

“Would the good sir care for a bite?” Clione asked, approaching the Captain with the same neutral expression he wore for all the guests. The Captain stared at him for a moment, blinking slowly, before taking a dressed egg half. “What an excellent choice; taste of nobility.”

“You don’t say,” was the flat reply. “Anyone here with kingly tastes?”

“No, but princely for certain. I believe the gentleman in green velveteen would agree.” Clione watched the Captain as his eyes quickly scanned the crowd and found the mark, Penguin and Shachi both giving him a nod as they followed.

Well… at least Clione waited until he was out of sight and the Captain was torturing his former prince before he began to shovel appetizers into his mouth. It was his contact who got them into the place, after all, and he was going to make sure they got all it was worth.

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Clione #Clione (One Piece)#I don't know how old they all are here but let's all figure early twenties (teen Bepo is back on the Tang)

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Part 4 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Four: Ikkaku - Night

669 words; this is me pouring one out to the times I worked late shifts, especially the midnights; this one is very safe for work, actually, but does reference potentially disordered eating out of one (1) individual, so that’s a thing to watch for I guess; again: what is proofreading lol

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Shift assignments were honestly not the worst thing in the world, but honestly… most of them had experienced much worse. Three sets of mandatory shifts, eight hours each; that would last for a month before everything was reassigned, four shifts of six hours. The months would cycle as such, with people getting shuffled back and forth with little care as to where they ended up. Things were always new and different that way. Besides, most people still hung out with one another even when they weren’t on their mandatory shift, making things somewhat different from the traditional sailing vessels.

Then again, when one rides in a submarine in a world of sail and paddle boats, everything is a little different, isn’t it?

The only thing that wasn’t different, Ikkaku knew, was the overnight shift. It was her sixth month in a row working the overnight detail and she was beginning to wonder if the goobers that drew the lots every month had it out for her. Uni had tagged her out of the boiler room for a break, allowing her the chance to head to the top deck and enjoy the breeze that they were afforded thanks to giving the engines a break and unfurling their own sail.

It was quiet, peaceful even, as she listened to the soft sound of the waves against the metal hull of the ship. They had already passed into the climate zone of an Autumn Island, the gentle currents guiding them the rest of the way to their destination. It was the sort of silence that was reassuring and calming for some and yet restless and loud for another. A thought of the Captain crossed her mind; he was likely pacing around his tiny cabin with no sleep, no dinner, and no plans to rectify either. She sighed heavily; might as well check.

Trying to not make too much noise, Ikkaku went back below deck to the mess hall, where she found the log where everyone who watched the Captain eat something. It was last updated by Bepo that morning (dry breakfast cereal, coffee, banana); the math wasn’t difficult. When she couldn’t find whichever idiot was supposed to be on kitchen duty, she scraped together what she could find (an apple, some carrots with salad dressing, a tin of herring) and brought it along with the herbal tea that Bepo instructed everyone how to make. She went to the Captain’s quarters with the tray in-hand and knocked on the door. Sure enough, Law opened it much faster than if he had been sleeping, and the stack of books and papers on his desk wasn’t helping any.

“What’s this?” He eyed the contents of the tray and scowled, realization slowly creeping onto his face. “I’m not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“How do you know?”

“A birdie told me. Now are you going to eat or am I going to have a snack while I clean out the boilers?”

The Captain thought about that for half a second before taking the tray and closing the door behind him. Ikkaku stood there and waited for his brain to catch up, then his manners. In moments he was opening the door again with a cowed expression on his face.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. “I know you’re not my mom, or my maid. Mechanics have better things to do than watch over me.”

“That’s right,” she replied. “I will beat your ass if I catch you not eating on my shift when you’re up during it. You understand?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t make eye contact as they stood there, the doorway suddenly feeling rather small. “Can I go now?”

Ikkaku patted the Captain atop his head and smirked. “Yeah.” He then retreated quickly, which allowed her to head back to the mess hall and write down in the log that food was at least accepted before she got back to Uni and the boiler room.

At least she knew the rest of her sift would be quiet.

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Ikkaku #Ikkaku (One Piece)#Trafalgar Law #part of why I love staying up late is bc fewer people to interrupt me historically speaking #(living at home until your mid-thirties does that)#and I did used to work some late shifts both in retail and manufacturing #in fact at the latter I'd be done early but my ride wouldn't be up for another three hours so I'd write fic in the meantime lol #I think I'll upload one more for today but it might not be until late

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Day 3 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Three: Penguin - Loyalty

486 words; this prompt’s sfw qualifier is going to be violence, bc, well, Sabaody; also a reminder this isn’t beta’d and just kinda ends so there

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The Captain cussed loudly as the Marines showed up, again, making it so that things were more than a bit chaotic. All they were trying to do was get back to the Polar Tang without disturbing anyone or anything and the soldiers were making it unnecessarily difficult.

“Take the crew back!” the Captain ordered as he sliced a Marine in half with Kikoku. “Bepo, Jean Bart, and I got this!”

“Aye-aye,” Penguin grinned. He and Shachi led the rest of the crew away from the battle and split up—it was going to be easier to get everyone safely aboard the ship if there were multiple targets to follow—with Shachi taking the short way and Penguin taking a less-direct approach.

“Are you sure about this…?” Hakugan wondered as they tried to stay hidden behind a building while some nearby Marines conducted a search. They were successfully out of sight, but for how long was the question…

“I’m sure,” Penguin replied. He edged himself close to the corner of the building and glanced around in the street, hoping that the Marines had left. Not yet. He shuffled back to the main pack quietly. “We’re surrounded, but it doesn’t look like for long.”

“I knew I should have gone with Shachi,” Uni grumbled.

“Shachi is probably attempting to sacrifice Ikkaku to a Rear Admiral as we speak,” Penguin reminded him. The others nodded in agreement; their lead mechanic’s curves had been deployed over less, after all, and being there as it happened was a risky move. “We just have to lay low until we see an opportunity to run for it.”

“We’re gonna get caught and the Captain’s gonna have our hides,” grumbled someone, a newer recruit if Penguin’s ears weren’t deceiving him. He shook his head and exhaled heavily.

“No one’s getting caught, not on my watch,” Penguin claimed. “Look: you’re gonna have to trust me, okay?”

“It’s you I trust, it’s the rest of the people here I don’t.”

Penguin grumbled lowly in irritation. “This is what being a Heart Pirate is, I hope you know. It takes work to be a loyal Heart.”

“…yeah, but…”

“No buts!”

“Peng, look behind you,” Hakugan deadpanned, pointing behind Penguin. There, standing at the front of the alleyway, was a Marine cadet who looked like he was about to pee himself. Penguin stood at full height and held up his hands to show he wasn’t holding anything.

“Hey, look, this is all a misunderstanding,” he claimed. Yeah, right. “We don’t want to fight you, probably as much as you wanna fight us, so just let us go and…”

“Commodore! I found them!” the cadet spun on his heel and bolted, which only made Penguin sigh in irritation. He cracked his knuckles before picking up his staff from the ground.

“It’s ride or die, lads,” he announced as Marines began to close in on them. “Let’s get to work.”

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Penguin (One Piece)#I just want this one DONE so here it is now I can work on Ikkaku's #and Clione's is done and Uni's is a partial so I'm getting there #this entire fic is just an exercise in watching me panic-write lol

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Day 2 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Two: Shachi - Celebration

472 words; this prompt’s potential sfw disqualifier is swearing, but it’s no different from what you’d hear in middle/high school, so there’s that; this came so late bc I was very cocky and did not finish the draft in time for the whirlwind of the past few days I’ve had so my apologies; still very, very not beta’d, so don’t be surprised if this tweaks slightly later

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He did it. The bastard actually fucking did it.

Okay, sure, he’d had his doubts about the plan from the get-go, something that had seemingly been cobbled together on a whim but Shachi knew was much older than that. It made sense that people who became Warlords did so for their own reasons, and not all of them pleasant, but after what Blackbeard had pulled in Impel Down and Marineford, one would think that the military was about to vet their candidates a bit better…

…and as it turned out, the bullying that Law did was barely even necessary. They were getting so strapped for bodies in the seats that they were more than willing to negotiate.

“Way to go, Captain!” Shachi cheered, knocking his tankard into his crewmates’ as they finished another toast. “Now we’ve got a universal pass to do whatever we want!”

“No, we don’t,” Law reminded him, the man sourly bunched up at the end of the table. Most of the crew was there and it was clearly making the room feel way too small. “As long as we don’t piss off the Government while doing shit for them, we’ve got a conditional pass. I still need to build the clout to get to where we need to go.”

“Always such a grump,” Shachi huffed. “Why are you like this?”

“Like what?” Law scowled.

“Always being gloomy before you know what the weather is—you haven’t changed since we were kids.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Yes.” Shachi stood and, after finding his balance, caught Penguin’s eye on the other side of the mess hall. “Oi! Peng! Cap’s got a lot to celebrate, doesn’t he?!”

“What… you mean more than strong-arming himself into the Shichibukai…?”

“Duh… like… literally everything!”

“Alright,” Law sighed, “you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Pshaw—as if,” Shachi scoffed. He threw an arm around Law’s shoulders and leaned into him. “I’m only four drinks in. I can go all night.”

“Can you not go while hanging all over me?”

“…and miss embarrassing you? No fucking way.” He gave his captain—who by all accounts was basically his younger brother at this point—a shit-eating grin. It was easy to imagine they were teenagers again, fresh off their first “fundraising” raid and so high on adrenaline they were all practically vibrating out of their skin.

…but now? While they had a Warlord to celebrate? The crew was going to fucking party until they couldn’t anymore and nothing was going to stop them, Shachi was going to make sure of it. He downed the rest of his beer and took his weight off Law. “Who’s up for another round?!”

Everyone in the mess hall, aside from Law, cheered. Shachi could see his captain’s face grow a little darker in blush and he knew he fucking nailed it.

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Shachi (One Piece)#HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Heart Pirates Week #Heart Pirates Week 2024 #this is so fucking late bc. well. I got married on Saturday for one. that understandably sucked up an entire day #then Sunday was busy w/running around and Monday was going to an Ohio truck stop for the eclipse and Tuesday was recovery #so expect multiples of these a day is most likely how I'm gonna catch up instead of just continuing one a day but late

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Day 1 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day One: Jean Bart - Cursed

457 words; I know the rules state that entries should be safe for work, but I also know each workplace is different, so I will be listing different qualifiers for each one; today’s warning includes references to Jean Bart’s past, as we all know that is not sfw by any means; these are going to end up being short because I said so (and I need some things that are shorter bites to practice on); very much NOT beta-read holy shit pls I’m on a time crunch here

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The skin on his back crawled.

It had not done so in a while, to the point he nearly forgot the sensation. How long had it been…? Months, at least…

His skin feels like fire. No, like ants. Not quite—like flaming ants that are just beneath the burn that’s centered on his back. He freezes in the middle of the town square, only for Clione and Bepo to stop walking as well.

“What’s wrong?” the Mink asked. “You’re acting strange.”

“It’s… there’s something that’s not right,” he replied. The large man glanced around the square—it was no different than any other seafaring port they had frequented since he had joined under the Captain. Everything looked normal, and yet…

…oh.

“There’s someone here,” he said gravely. “There’s someone like me.”

“You sure about that, big guy?” Clione asked quietly. “How can you tell?”

“I simply can.” Jean Bart moved his way through the crowd, using his scar as a guide; the more it itched, the closer he was. The trio eventually came to the entrance of an alleyway, where there was a figure hunched behind a stack of broken crates, back to the wall as they shivered in the Spring Island’s autumn.

“No…” the figure said, shaking their head in a motion so shallow and quick they might as well have been merely shaking. “I can’t go back.”

“You won’t,” Jean Bart said firmly. He held out his hand and tried to put the most sobering face on he could. “We have the same curse, in the same place, I imagine.”

“You… you were also…?” The figure leaned forward slightly, trying to get a look at good look at the trio. A scar ran down the side of their face, marring the skin so severely it looked like it had been extra branding, the scab tissue picked at and picked at until what remained was a gnarled mess. Was this a man…? For all the pirates could tell… though their voice dropped as they whispered, “a slave…?”

“I was a member of the Household of Saint Charlos,” Jean Bart confirmed. The person’s eyes went wide with hope. “I don’t know how you found your way here, but I know where you can go where no collar waits.”

“Where…?”

“With the man I will follow ‘til my dying day: Captain Trafalgar Law. He does not care for curses and neither does the rest of the crew.” Jean Bart stretched his hand out a bit further. “Welcome.”

Was the Captain a little irritated that they came back from the market with what marked their eighteenth mouth to feed? Yes, just a little, but he also, really, truly, couldn’t say no… not as long as they had the bunkspace.

#HeartPiratesWeek #HeartPiratesWeek2024 #Jean Bart One Piece #Heart Pirates #One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #fan fiction #Jean Bart is just such an interesting bit character and I'm super curious as to why he even is a thing (affectionate)#then again. it is Oda. he works in mysterious ways #my wedding present to you dear reader #yes that's today and that's why this is queued to go off when it is lol

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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

#why indeed #I want something that someone anguished over as much as they want me to anguish #otherwise what's the fucking point if we're not trying to celebrate our shared love for a thing? do you think this shit is contractual???#get your corporate thinking out of fandom right this fucking instant you wattpad-stained bootlicker #it's not about making a product it's about loving and sharing experiences brought on by the same thing #if you can't understand that then stay out of fandom and think about it until you do bc we honestly don't need you #yes it's harsh but it's the truth

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had a horrible no good day and my cat had it even worse but. on a much happier note! wrote a lil spicy corabelle fic for @nehswritesstuffs ♥ based on this fic she wrote!! if ur gonna check my fic out, you Must check out what inspired it. like aside from context reasons it's just sooooo good and always raises my spirits :D

#gen wrote me fic!#fic for my fic!#it's wonderful!#there's very little quite like getting gifted lovingly and platonically crafted porn for your birthday #and to make it fic of a fic? priceless #gendervapor #gendervapor14 #Adventures with the Denizens of 1000 Sunny Rd #honest to fucking goodness the drag queen fic is truly the fic that keeps on giving lemme tell ya

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#mood

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subtle ways to include foreshadowing

one character knowing something offhandedly that they shouldn't, isn't addressed until later

the crow rhyme

colours!! esp if like, blue is evil in your world and the mc's best friend is always noted to wear blue...betrayal?

write with the ending in mind

use patterns from tragic past events to warn of the future

keep the characters distracted! run it in the background until the grand reveal

WEATHER.

do some research into Chekhov's gun

mention something that the mc dismisses over and over

KEEP TRACK OF WHAT YOU PUT. don't leave things hanging.

unreliable characters giving information that turn out to be true

flowers and names with meanings

anything with meanings actually

metaphors. if one character describes another as "a real demon" and the other turns out to be the bad guy, you're kind of like...ohhh yeahhh

anyways add anything else in the tags

#reference

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

#I feel my screenwriting teacher's advice flowing through my veins #lots of very good questions #he would always want us to give a detailed backstory involving family two or three gens back #bc he was very aware that what your parents and grandparents do often dictate what you are able to do #so yeah #reference

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@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?

#mood

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It is time for me to inflict my depressing fanon on everyone yet again!

2646 words; hats off to everyone who projects with celiac!Law but this is my take; fairly gen but also has slight LawSan and/or LawBin if you put the shipping goggles on; mostly wrote this surrounded by wee weebs so shout out to my fiancé’s students (especially the young lady who convinced me to put in Robin (it was not a difficult sell lol); blanket warning for Law’s backstory I guess

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Cold. It was cold.

Part of him wanted to say of course it was cold, it is the North, but it still seemed a bit much. It was so cold that the slightest breeze cut through him, through his cloak and to the school uniform that was now filthy and ratted and way, way too thin. Another small burst of wind and he remembered that his cloak wasn’t even a cloak, but an old, thin bedsheet he had found covering a corpse in the woods.

He wasn’t in the woods anymore. It was a different country, so very apparent thanks to how colorful everything was around him. Even the bricks and stones that made the buildings didn’t have the pastel sheen he was accustomed to, that he expected. Hiding in an alley, he stayed crouched until the nearby street grew quiet before making a move. Restaurants were always sure to have scraps, and he found what looked like a halfway decent one. He put his hand in the wastebin and found that there was nothing he could grab and run with…

…nothing except some moldy, soggy white bread. Again. How many times was it now…?

Stomach churning, he knew he had no choice and shoved the slices—now more mold and mush than anything—into his mouth. His gag reflex caught and he tasted bile on top of everything else. He still swallowed everything down, knowing that he did not have the luxury of choosing where he got his sustenance. Law kept rooting around in the garbage, eager for something else to eat.

He gagged again, the bread and bile falling to the pavement this time.

Fuck.

It was still cold.

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“Law, come here.”

Doflamingo curled his finger, beckoning the child to his side. Law put down his book and walked past Baby 5 and Dellinger—both of whom stopped playing—to stand in front of their boss. The only other adult in the room was the Corazón as he sat next to his brother, a pad of paper torn by scribbles.

“Giolla tells me you refused to eat the lunch she made you earlier,” Doflamingo said, voice calm and even. “Is this true?”

“What of it?” Law scoffed. Doflamingo’s face didn’t even twitch.

“Now that you’re officially one of us, you need to eat to gather your strength and become the high-level member of the team that I can see in your potential.”

“I can do that without bread,” Law stated. “As long as I get the nutrients from elsewhere, I’m good.”

“No, that’s not good at all.”

“Cora-san doesn’t eat bread,” Baby 5 piped up. Law bristled—he didn’t need her assistance to make a point. They watched Doflamingo consider this.

“Cora-san is an adult,” he said eventually. “Law needs to eat properly.”

“I don’t want any.” The boy was getting adamant now, nearing on a tantrum. Doflamingo was about to snap at him when he felt the end of his brother’s pencil poke him in the arm. He turned and saw the pad of paper getting pushed towards him.

If the taste came back for you, it might for him.

“Hmm… you’re right…” Doflamingo scowled before he stood, towering over Law. “Don’t think this is over. You’re going to grow up about this eventually.” He then left the sitting room, the children all staring at Corazón, who in returned flipped them off and flashed the paper.

Brat

“No more than you are,” Law fired back. “Fuck off.”

Law stormed from the sitting room, knowing that he didn’t have to be there. He stomped all the way back to the room he shared with the other kids, flopping face-down on his bed.

He didn’t want bread. He didn’t need bread. He didn’t plan on even touching bread again for as long as he lived.

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It wasn’t long before their food supply began to run out, Cora realized. He looked inside the bag with their meager belongings and frowned.

“I have to go into town,” he decided aloud. Law coughed in pain on the other side of the cave, curled around himself and blankets.

“Just you this time?” he asked.

“Yeah—I need to get us some food. Do you want me to look for anything specific?” Law whimpered something and Cora crouched down low. “What was that?”

“Good bread.”

Oh. Cora frowned and brushed the brittle, sweat-soaked hair from the boy’s brow. Who was he to deny a dying child? “I’ll see what I can do.”

Cora carefully went into town and began to look around for some groceries while trying to not cause more attention than necessary They needed things that were easy to carry and did not take much effort to prepare, if at all. Nothing that spoiled quick and nothing that was too tough on Law. He got some smoked meat and cheese, fruit, a bit of rice that just needed to be heated over the fire…

Stopping in front of the bakery, Cora stared at the wares on display in the window. It was so odd for Law to request bread, and so timidly at that. The kid’s aversion towards bread was one of the things that he could clock from a mile off—it was the same reason as him, he knew it. He often caught the look in the kid’s eyes when he stared down a sandwich or Dellinger chased him around the compound with a dinner roll; it wasn’t an allergy, nor was it a texture thing, but something much more insidious than that.

Before he realized it, Cora was standing inside the bakery, not quite fitting under the still-higher-than-normal ceiling and awkwardly staring at the breads. There were all sorts of things, such as pastries and full loaves and bagels and… ah, there were some smaller miniature loaves and rolls. At least if Law didn’t finish what he bought it wouldn’t be such a waste…

“Can I help you, sir?” He glanced up and saw the clerk standing there on the other side of the display case.

“Just looking.” Something then caught his eye: a double-roll that was baked together. The bread looked so dark it was almost black, and it made him think back to his own childhood. One of his uncle’s slaves baked rolls like that, and it was honestly some of the best he’d ever had. “Actually, what’s that?”

“Some Flevance-style rolls,” the clerk replied. “They’re not a good seller, but the owner spent summers there as a kid—it’s a pet project of his.”

“Thought they looked familiar; went on vacation there a couple times. Shame, really. Can I have a pair?”

After paying for a double-roll (and getting four, as the clerk insisted no one else was going to buy them), Cora went back to his shopping. He then made sure no one was following him and returned to the cave. Law was sitting up, having scooted himself closer to the fire he was poking with a stick to keep alive. Cora didn’t even need to ask and he threw a couple more bigger bits of firewood on the pile.

“How’re ya feeling, kiddo?”

“Fuck off.”

“That good, huh?” Law grunted, causing Cora to roll his eyes. “I got some bread like you asked for—the clerk gave me a bit extra.”

“Flirt.”

“I did not!” he gasped, almost insulted. “They just don’t sell many of them, is all.”

Law looked away and pouted as he hugged his knees. There was nothing he he really could say, was there?

“Well, if you don’t like it, we’ll figure out something.” Cora put down the rest of the shopping and sat next to Law with the bag from the bakery. He took a double-roll out and held it towards the teen in offering. “Let’s try it together.”

Slowly, Law turned back towards Cora, only for his eyes to go wide at the sight of the roll. He reached out and touched it gingerly, almost unsure it was even real. Both of them pulled on their respective part of the double-roll and it broke apart with ease.

“Where did you get this…?”

“A nostalgic baker.” Cora shrugged and watched Law as he cradled the bun in his hands like a precious gem. “I saw it in the window; the clerk confirmed it was a Flevench recipe.”

“How… how did you know…?”

“My cousin’s house had these a lot; some of the kitchen staff were from the North, and I remember there was at least one person from Flevance. Go on. Eat.”

Law nodded and took a small bite. He chewed slowly before swallowing, a hiccup wracking his body. Tears formed in his eyes as it turned into a cough, shivering as Cora placed a large hand on his back to steady him. The teen continued to let tears fall from his eyes as he ate, not stopping until the entire roll was gone.

“Th-thanks,” he squeaked. “That… that was good.”

“I’m glad,” Cora replied. He silently offered the second roll, but Law shook his head in refusal. The boy hugged his knees again and hid his face as he sobbed uncontrollably. Cora tried to place his hand on his back again, but drew it back quickly when Law flinched.

The kid was going to have to get through this on his own, he figured, and turned his attention back to the bun still in his hand. It was so small compared to when he was a child—younger than Law’s sister had been, if he heard the story correctly—despite the fact everything else was the same. The feel, the smell… Cora popped the entire roll into his mouth with ease, hoping it was as good as he remembered.

Soon as the soft, chewy texture hit him, Rosinante was back in Mary Geoise, sitting with Doffy and Josy at the table in the kitchen where they had their secret snacks. They would kick their feet in their chairs as Uncle’s kitchen staff fed them whatever they wanted; Doffy and Josy always ate the bread hot out of the oven, yet Rosi often let it cool…

Fuck. Cora swallowed the bread and wrenched his eyes shut as he tried to not break into his own tears. It wasn’t as good as the ones in his memories, but better. Thoughts of his childhood weighed heavily against his heart; what he wouldn’t give to have his parents back, to have his brother back…

…but they weren’t coming back. Just like Law’s parents. Just like Law’s sister. Just like everyone the kid had ever known, and all that was left might have looked a lot like Doffy, but nothing in the past four years was recognizable as the brother he used to sit at the table with, plotting with their cousin about all the fun adventures they would have wandering the halls of their homes.

Neither of them ate more bread in the prior two years than they did that night, finishing off the entire bag before falling asleep by the dying fire.

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“I don’t like bread,” Law reiterated. He glared at the Straw Hat cook as he kneaded some dough in preparation for baking. The younger man was far-less pristine than his usual self, with his sleeves rolled up past his elbows and covered in smudges of flour. It was a struggle to not gag from the sight and smell of the dough alone, and it was all he could do to not let it show on his face.

“I didn’t mean this bread, you moron,” Sanji scoffed. “This is white for the losers, and Nami-swan and Robin-chwan get a more delicate and nutritious wheat—and I guess Momo too since the little shit’s growing—but I think I’ve got something you might like.” Law stared sourly as Sanji plopped the dough back in its bowl to rise and wiped his hands on his apron. “You’re from the North Blue, right?”

“…as is well established. So are you. Your point?”

“I knew some excellent cooks and bakers as a kid, so maybe this might help.” Law raised an eyebrow and watched Sanji pull a breadbasket out of the cupboard and placed it on the counter. A cloth covered the contents, keeping them protected from the air and out of sight. “Well, more like I grew up in kitchens in both the East and the North, and know that people from the latter can get… picky when it comes to this shit. Go on. Open it.”

Once the cook motioned towards the basket for emphasis, Law lifted the cloth and took a look at the bread. There, sitting plain to see, was a pile of Flevench-style double-rolls, so dark they were nearly black. He picked up a pair and stared at it, the only reason his mouth did not drop in awe was thanks to years upon years of practice.

“You… you made rye buns…”

“Yeah. I remembered one of the bakers in the North making these a lot, so I’d help her when I could,” Sanji beamed. “Nothing beats a taste from home, does it?”

“What makes you think this is home?”

“You picked it up and haven’t put it back down.”

Law’s face felt hot with blush as he Shambled away in a panic. Fuck, Blackleg-ya was a bit too perceptive for comfort. The other man must not have said anything to the others, he figured, since no one seemed to be treating him differently. Was it the accent? Did he resemble a Flevench migrant from the blond’s childhood? Whatever it was, he wasn’t entirely sure he liked it.

Oh. Wait. That was right; the double-roll was still in his hand. He felt around with Haki and figured that no one was watching, allowing him to slip into the mikan grove undetected. Carefully, he took the double-roll in both hands and pulled them apart, the smell hitting him just as it did all those years ago when he’d share one with Lami at the dinner table… when he shared them with Cora-san in the cave…

Taking a bite, Law sighed as he realized this was no joke. Blackleg-ya had truly been able to do something he’d never been able to do over the years, something that his crew had never been able to replicate. For the first time since he was thirteen and dying, he was eating a roll of bread—Flevench-style bread—and silently crying. It was more than he could have ever asked for and yet there it was, just as good as it had ever been, the right color and texture and as though nothing had ever changed. He trembled as he finished the first roll; it was as though he had taken it straight from the bakery on High Street…

Just then, movement caught the corner of his eye, causing him to flinch. There, sprouted on a branch, was an arm holding a handkerchief and a handwritten note towards him. Law used his Observation Haki to locate Nico-ya, finding that she was on a lower deck with the rest of the ship’s inhabitants. He took both items and watched as the arm stayed. Opening the note, he read:

I’ll keep them down here. Don’t worry, Torao-kun. Take your time.

He touched the arm and it dissolved into petals. Of course Strawhat-ya’s crew would have someone who knew how to make him cry with bread, as well as the only one who possibly understood how frail his connection to his past truly was. He sank down to the floor and leaned against a tree trunk, letting the tears flow as he savored the second roll like a man being allowed his last meal.

That night at dinner, he got onigiri just like always, as though nothing had ever happened. At least he kept his dignity through it all, he supposed.

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A/N: The bread I based this on is called röggelchen, which is most often found in Western Germany/eastern Belgium.

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #fan fiction #Trafalgar Law #Donquixote Rosinante #Donquixote Rocinante #Straw Hat Pirates #my birthday present to you dear reader #pls let me have this all I want is for these two to bond over how bread was ruined for them via trauma #Trafalgar D. Water Law

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