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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 3 months

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Usopp x erotic dancer!reader. NSFW!!!

As much as I adore Kaya, this fic ignores her and Usopp's kiss.

*****

Usopp can't help grinning as he scans the horizon, brown eyes fixed on the tiny dot in the far distance that the Merry is slowly but surely moving towards. Their destination is so close he can almost reach out with his arm and touch it; and with it, the person he has waited for two years to meet again...

"Nami says we're gonna reach Elynia before sundown." Luffy mentions, resting his elbows on the side of the ship next to him. After almost a week of stormy skies and sea, today dawn broke on a sunny and warm day, a favorable wind pushing them in the right direction, and Usopp has decided to consider it a good omen... a sign that his wish will be fulfilled, and their little crew will leave the town with one more member, and him with his dearest friend (not to mention, the secret object of his affection) by his side once more "Are you sure your friend will want to become our shipwright?"

The truth is he is not, since while it has always been (name)'s intention to follow in her father's footsteps and become a shipwright, she had never mentioned an interest in becoming a pirate, or even just in taking to the sea instead than working stably in a shipyard. What's more, she and Usopp last said good-bye two years ago and he hasn't received one of her letters in eighteen months, and Kaya had lost any contact with their friend as well. For all he knows, she could have found a steady job in Elynia's shipyard, a job she wouldn't want to leave. Maybe, after all this time, she has made some new friends and forgotten about him...

"Of course I'm sure!" he proudly answers, forcing himself to smile. A problem, or the possibility of things not going exactly as he wants them to, does not disappear simply because one avoids talking about it, but Usopp can't help it: he wants so much to see (name) again, to see her join Luffy's crew and renew their friendship, and getting disappointed, either because she'd rather remain in the city or because she doesn't care for him like she did in the past, would break his heart. In any case he'll discover the truth soon since, barring unforeseen circumstances, he'll meet (name) in a few hours so that Luffy can officially ask her to join them; until then, it is really so wrong to delude himself? "I can't wait for all of you to meet her. (name) is amazing; her father was one of the best shipwright at Kaya's parents' shipyard, and he taught her everything he knows. Once she joins our crew, she'll take good care of the Merry."

"That's good, I can't wait to meet her. You think she can add another sail to the ship?"

"Another... sail?"

Luffy nods vigorously, his straw hat pushed against the back of his head by the wind. "Yes, to make her go faster when a strong wind blows."

Usopp smiles, his doubts at least momentarily forgotten thanks to his captain's enthusiasm. "Of course! (name) is an excellent mastmaker; I'm sure she can make the Merry the fastest ship in the world."

"Amazing...!"

Luffy leaves to go ask Sanji for a snack, since dinner is still hours away; Usopp looks at him go, a smile full of affection on his lips, before offering his face to the bow of the ship, the wind tossing his dark hair back. Elynia is still a little dot on the horizon, given the distance deceptively small for what is actually a large, affluent city; the city where (name) has moved with her father, and where he will meet her before the end of the day. For two years he has hoped one day they would meet again, and for a whole week (specifically, ever since one night at dinner Nami mentioned the need for a shipwright to keep their new ship in top condition and take care of any damage she may sustain, he told the rest of the crew about his childhood friend, the best shipwright in the East Sea, and Luffy decided they simply had to meet her and ask her to join their crew) all he has been able to think is (name), and how happy he will be once he sees her again.

It's gonna be all right. Who cares if they haven't seen each other for two years, who cares if she has found a more prestigious job in Elynia's shipyard? What matters the most is that they'll be together once more, just like when they were kids; having Kaya, the third member of their little group, with them would be even better, but the simple prospect of sharing a hug with (name), or to see her smile as she recognizes him, is enough to make his heart race. She hasn't forgotten about him; and she'll be happy to become the crew's shipwright. It's not just wishful thinking, he's sure of it; he feels it, in his heart.

Threre is something comforting in the lulling of the ship, the sun flickering on the azure surface of the sea; Usopp looks up at the sails full of wind above him, the straw hat-adorned jolly roger standing out against the white of the fabric, and wishes their destination were not still hours away.

*****

Elynia's harbour is large, dozens of ships of all sizes docked inside the half-moon shaped structure. No one, Usopp notices, seems to pay attention to them, and the Merry is not the only ship with a jolly roger on her sails; evidently, like many other port towns, Elynia has taken a neutral position towards piracy, with any sort of sailor being admitted to its harbour, as long as they can pay and cause no trouble.

Having secured the Merry to the dock with mooring lines, he follows his friends along a well-kept gangway to go ashore. Usopp looks all around him; in her letters (name) had written enthusiastically about Elynia, how she liked living there and how many interesting places there were in town, and he is curious to see them for himself. Who knows, perhaps the two of them could take an evening stroll together, and she could show him her favourite places...

"That must be the shipyard." Nami mentions, her finger pointed towards a large structure standing right next to the harbour, clearly visible among other smaller buildings; squinting in the quickly dissipating sunlight, Usopp can see two slipways, as well as a large warehouse, and a number of ships in various stages of construction, repair and dismantlement "It makes sense that they built it near the town's harbour."

"We're going to meet Usopp's friend, then?" Luffy asks, clearly excited at the prospect; the sniper shakes his head, but Nami is faster than him in answering.

"The shipyard must have already closed for the night." she points out; a moment later the tangerine-haired navigator has turned to him. "Either we wait until tomorrow, or we search for her at home. You have any idea where she lives?"

"Of course I do! I know her address from the letters she sent me after moving here."

Usopp is sure (name) won't mind if they visit her at home, despite the late hour, so the Straw Hats decide to split: Usopp and Luffy, in his role as captain, will go meet their potential new shipwright, while Nami and Sanji will take care of some urgent purchases while the shops are still open. Zoro has volunteered to remain on the ship to make sure no one bothers it.

"You mean you want to nap on the bridge." Nami accuses him, her eyebrow raised; the swordsman doesn't deny, simply grinning in response.

"Let's go then!" Luffy exclaims, straw hat firmly placed on his head, but Usopp is already ahead of him, grabbing the captain's elbow to lead him towards the harbour's gates "I'm coming, I'm coming...!"

According to the first letter he had received from (name), the house she and her father had moved to was close to the shipyard, which was convenient since they both worked there, he as the head of the mastmaking department and she as an apprentice. Usopp asks a woman walking her dog for directions, and after just a few minutes, and having had to retrace their steps only twice, he and Luffy reach a street dotted with small but well-kept houses, as well as a few shops and restaurants.

"Hey, do you wanna go in here?" Luffy proposes, stopping in front of a curry-house, a few stools placed in front of the counter under a green tent and an absolutely heavenly smell wafting from the inside "I am starving!"

Usopp shakes his head; the truth is he's hungry as well, since at lunch he was so nervous at the prospect of seeing (name) again he barely touched his food, but he knows he won't be able to sit and eat if he doesn't meet his friend first. "Just wait a little more; maybe (name) can tell us where to find the best food in town."

"Oh! Right."

Night is quickly enveloping the town, but after a few minutes' walk Usopp is sure he has found their destination: the house number is the one he remembers from the letters (name) sent him, and he also recognizes the blue, bird-shaped letterbox attached to the building, that his friend had built herself. "This is it! This is where (name) lives!" he exclaims, excited; a moment later he is busy fixing his hair and making sure his clothes are in order "Ah, I should have found a way to bring her some flowers..."

Luffy looks at him, head tilted to the side. "Why? Is it tradition to offer flowers to someone before asking them to join your crew?"

"What...? No, it's not that..."

"Oh, ok. You want to knock or should I?"

Usopp decides it is up to him; he walks to the door as he dries his sweaty hands on his pants and straightens his back. This was supposed to be an happy occasion, and it is, he is happy to see his friend again after two years; then why is his heart pounding, and his mouth dry as if he hadn't drunk a sip of water in days? What if she says no? What if she doesn't want to be my friend anymore? What if... what if she doesn't recognize me? And what if I don't know what to say and start stammering and make a fool of myself...?

"Usopp?" a perplexed Luffy asks from behind him, after the sniper has stood for two full minutes in front of the door, completely still "Are you ok?"

He gulps. "Yeah, yeah... uhm, I'm going..."

The almost too soft knocking on the door receives no answer for a couple of minutes; Usopp is busy wondering what would make him feel worse, leaving without seeing (name) or actually meeting her and finding out she doesn't care for their past friendship, when finally...

"Hello. Can I help you?"

The woman in front of him looks almost as perplexed as Usopp feels as she looks at him, waiting for an answer the sniper is at first unable to give her. He is sure he has never seen her before, but, he reasons, perhaps (name)'s father has remarried in the last eighteen months; the woman looks about his age.

"Err..." he clears his throat "Sorry to bother you, ma'am. My name is Usopp; is (name) at home?"

"... who?"

"(name). She... lives here...?"

"I... really don't know who you are talking about; there is no one with that name here, just me and my sister. Are you sure you are at the right house?"

Usopp, briefly considering the same issue, steps back, glancing at the brass number attached on the outside of the door, and then at the bird-shaped letterbox next to it. It is the right house, he's sure of it; but then, why is this woman living in it, and not his friend? Where is (name)?

The woman is still looking at him, courteous but vaguely suspicious, as if fearing the two young men are making fun of her or trying to lie their way into the house with the intent to steal.

"We are looking for a girl named (name)." Luffy intervenes, seeing Usopp has, as he feared, lost the ability to speak "Who lived in this house two years ago. Both her and her father work at the shipyard, they come from Syrup Village. Do you know them?"

The woman shakes her head; she has never met anyone named (name), she informs them, and never had any reason to visit the shipyard since neither her nor her sister work in the maritime sector. The house was empty when they moved in, just a year ago.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know how to help you. Listen, I'm preparing dinner..."

"Great! What are you making?" Luffy asks eagerly; Usopp quickly grabs him by the arm, stopping him from barging into the house.

"Thanks for your help, ma'am."

The woman nods, clearly relieved to put a stop to that odd conversation, and closes the door. Usopp stares at the brass number for a moment more, completely dumbfounded.

"What do we do?"

"I have no idea." the sniper admits; he's starting to feel anxious, and he doesn't like it. Where is (name)? She and her father could have simply moved to another house, or even to another town, but what if something bad has happened to them - to her? He thought she had stopped writing to him because she was too busy with her apprenticeship, or with the friends she had made in Elynia - an heartbreaking, but reassuring explanation; what if that was not the case? What if she had been hurt, or even...?

No. That is not possible. Not her, not my (name). She's fine, I feel it, I just have to find her...

"You wanna try at the shipyard?" Luffy suggests, distracting him from his fears.

"You think we'll find it open? It's night."

"Worth a shot, unless you have a better idea."

Usopp doesn't. A minute later the two young pirates are walking along the quickly emptying streets towards the shipyard, one tense, the other whose worry is quickly giving way to panic.

"How did you meet (name)?" Luffy asks after a while. Usopp has already told him, which means the question is probably just an attempt to distract him and ease his worry; it doesn't work, but the sniper appreciates the thought.

"We met at the shipyard owned by Kaya's parents." he explains "Her father worked there, and she spent all her time with him because at six she had already decided she would one day follow in his footsteps; I often hung out there because... well, I liked to think my dad would return one day and their ship would go to the shipyard to be repaired, and I could meet him there. We became friends, and then we met Kaya, and for years we were inseparable, until two years ago, when her father accepted a better job here in Elynia, and they moved away."

He had cried for weeks, heartbroken at the loss of his dearest, oldest friend, regretting he had been unable to confess her the feelings, still confused and acerbic but deep, he had started having for her. In any case, the most pressing matter is now to make sure (name) is safe; and then, he promises himself, unless she has become a completely different person, or is (sigh) already in a relationship, he could find a way to tell her how he still feels...

As they had imagined, the shipyard is closed, the enormous metal gate firmly locked; Usopp, heart filled with disappointment, is about to propose they return to the Merry and try again come morning, when a lit window catches his interest: a tiny building right next to the gate, perhaps the night watchman's station.

The man who answers to his knocking is much less friendly than the woman living in (name)'s old house; he squints at the two young pirates who, Usopp judges, have just woken him from his nap.

"What d'you want? Place is closed."

"We are looking for a person who works here." Luffy explains.

"Are you deaf, boy? There's no one else here but me."

Usopp quickly stops the man from closing the door in their faces putting his foot on the threshold. "The man we are looking for is named Emil." he says; he knows that most workers in a shipyard pay little mind to the apprentices, but (name)'s father, the head of the mastmaking department, must surely be more well-known "Big man, bald, a tattoo on his arm."

"Ah! The mastmaker?"

"Yes! Do you know w...?"

"He's dead."

Silence explodes. "... what?" Usopp asks, horrified "Dead?! How...?"

The watchman shrugs, clearly eager to return to his nap. "Had an accident, about... ah, a year and a half ago? A topmast fell of him."

Hearing about the death of a good man, who had always been kind to and even protective of him, is heartbreaking for Usopp, especially since the man in front of him clearly couldn't care less about it. "And what about his daughter?" he asks again, anxiety mounting inside him "Her name is (name), I think she's a..."

"Ah! You should have said it already." the watchman interrupts him; he's smiling... in a way Usopp doesn't like at all "I know (name). Yes, she's an apprentice here."

At her age (name) should have already concluded her apprenticeship and become a full-fledged shipwright, but Usopp is too focused on meeting his friend, to make sure she's ok and tell her how sorry he is, to wonder about that.

"Do you know where she lives?" he asks, unwilling to wait until morning; for some reason, the question gets a laugh out the watchman.

"No, but I know where she is now. It's a bar, not far from here."

A minute later the watchman is probably asleep once more, while Usopp is almost running, Luffy hot on his heels, in the direction the man had pointed; the young sniper hadn't liked the way that guy had spoken about (name), but if she's at a bar it means she's ok, right?, probably relaxing with her friends after a long day at work. Perhaps, Usopp thinks as he tries to assuage his own fears, the two of them can enjoy a drink together to celebrate a new beginning in their relationship... and her joining the Straw Hat Pirates...

Worry mounts inside him again as soon as he sees the bar, across the street from a closed bank just like the watchman had said, with a neon sign in the shape of a top hat-wearing fish; a seedy dark place, with a mainly male clientele where brawls are a daily occurrence. Why does (name) come here to spend her free time? Are there no more appropriate establishments in a large town like Elynia?

"I don't like this place." Luffy comments, wincing at the heavy smoke that envelops them like a cape as soon as they have stepped in the bar; a counter and a few round tables are barely visible in the dim light, the music coming from an inner room loud enough to deafen "You think (name) works here as a waitress? Perhaps she doesn't earn enough with her apprenticeship?"

It would be a reasonable explanation, especially now that his friend can no longer count on her father's help to support herself. One more reason for her to join the crew, Usopp muses as he looks cautiously all around him, the ugly faces of the patrons staring back threateningly, this is not the sort of place a woman can work in, especially at (name)'s age.

He reaches the counter, doing his best to meet the barman's eyes as the man fills a tray with the largest beer mugs Usopp has ever seen. "'scuse me, pal." he begins, deepening his voice since he must be at least fifteen years younger than anyone else in the bar "Is there a girl named (name) who works here?"

Unexpectedly, the man laughs, before pointing towards the other end of the room, where a dark corridor is barely visible beyond an arch covered by a bead curtain, the same direction from where the music is coming from.

"You're right on time, boys." he comments, before raising his eyebrows suggestively; the beer spills on his hands "She's due to begin in five minutes."

Usopp looks at Luffy, seeing his own perplexity mirrored in his captain's eyes. "Begin?"

"Her show. That not what you're here for?"

"Yeah, sure..."

"Good. It's a thousand berries each."

They pay, not fully understanding what exactly they are spending the little money they own for. Still baffled, but determined to uncover the mistery of his friend's whereabouts, Usopp starts towards the arch, Luffy following closely.

*****

Exactly seventeen months since you have started working at the bar, and you still haven't overcome a vague surprise, a weird sense of unreality, as you stare at yourself in the mirror, struggling to admit, even just with yourself, that the one looking back is not your twin sister or a doppelganger... but you.

The comfortable pants and shirt you wear at the shipyard, as well as your hard hat and protective gloves (and your underwear), are in your bag under the tiny table next to the door of what your employer calls dressing room but is actually a storage closet, barely lit by a naked light bulb on the ceiling, with a cracked sink and a full-figure mirror. Squinting at your reflection, you finish touching up your make up and your hair before checking your clothes - the little you are expected to wear at work, and still more than you will be wearing in a few minutes: a tiny fringed top, tied behind your neck, so tight you couldn't take a deep breath even if your life depended on it, without a bra underneath, and a plated skirt in the same colour, so short it only covers half of your buttocks, so as to leave on display what has to be the most uncomfortable item of clothing ever created: a black thong, with an inch-wide strip of fabric descending in the back... and an only slightly wider one in the front. The heels of your shoes are so high by now you could easily learn to walk on stilts; you have scuffed the soles with sandpaper, to reduce the risk of slipping. A pair of large earrings and a black choker with a very fake gem in the front complete your look.

By now you have gotten used to this sort of outfit, feeling even a sense of pride, instead of embarrassment, as you observe your reflection and decide that yes, you do look good. Looking away from the mirror, you spend a few minutes stretching, your muscles still sore after a full day of work at the shipyard, until a quick, imperious knocking at the door attracts your attention.

"It's time, (name)."

"Coming!"

Music has been filtering from the stage room for half an hour, creating the right atmosphere for your performance, but a minute later a new track begins, the one you have been practicing on for a week. A last crunch before you stand, relax your neck and shoulders, and take as deep a breath as your top allows.

"It's showtime."

A moment later you are out of the room; two more, and you have crossed the corridor and reached the stage room. A veritable roar of jubilation explodes all around as you slowly, sultry, walk down the catwalk, roughly three feet above the floor, until you reach the tiny circular stage at the end, lit by a blue stoplight. You rest your back against the black pole in the middle, your legs open wide enough to let the attendees see clearly how little you are wearing, and arch your back to push your chest forward, the fringes of your top dangling gently as your hips sway. The room is too dark to let you recognize the faces, but the room is almost full, no less than sixty people (mostly men, but there are also a few ladies in attendance) who have paid a thousand berry each, without even a drink included, to see you, admire you, and entertain lurid thoughts about your body and what they would do if they had you for themselves.

Is it disgusting? Creepy? Flattering? After almost a year and a half you haven't decided yet; perhaps all three things together, at the same time.

You remain still for a few moments, an hand resting against the pole a feet above your head, before quickly turning around. You bend at the waist and rest your fingers on your ankles, not to stretch but to allow the audience a clear view of your underwear, and a loud whistle fills the room; when you stand, a few moments later, you grab the pole with both of your hands and spin around it, at first slowly, still shaking your hips and flicking your hair in what you have been taught is a seductive manner, and then faster. Your arms hurt already, your muscles sore after all the lifting and carrying your supervisor had you do during your apprenticeship, but you grit your teeth (mentally; there is nothing sexy about a wince, and that is the only thing you are required to be in that moment: sensual, enticing, irresistible) and force them to support your weight as you lock a knee around the pole, lift yourself from the floor and bend backwards, offering the audience a full view of your breast, pushed up and out by your top. A number of upside-down anonymous faces swim in front of your heavily painted eyes; a few of them are already salivating, or reaching out towards you. You remain focused on what you are doing, confident that the bar's bouncers are ready to intervene to make sure the patrons respect the no touching rule; pole dancing is more tiring and dangerous than one would expect, not to mention how embarrassing it would be if you fell on your ass in front of everyone.

Spins, climbs, hangs, flips; there is so much you can do with a pole, even considering the fact that the erotic side of your performance must be predominant compared to the artistic and athletic one, and you have found joy, even pride, in choreographing more and more elaborate acts, and in having the audience clap and marvel at your abilities, like they are doing right now.

And then, after a few minutes of acrobatics and tricks, you take your skirt off.

You are still clinging to the pole with one hand as you use the other to pull the elastic waistband down and then let gravity do the rest, the fabric brushing against your legs's skin; a moment later your ass is completely bare, and the people in the room are screaming.

You have started perspiring, both from the effort and the heating running at full capacity (no doubt to make the patrons thirsty and willing to buy another drink) which makes slipping down the pole dangerously easy; even worse, your left foot is cramping, no doubt because a colleague at the shipyard let an heavy board fall on it this morning. Thank all the Gods you are strong, after the years spent in the shipyard, and resilient, a gift you have inherited from your father; you execute the next part of your performance flawlessly, a(n hopefully) seductive smile firm on your lips as you perform a sequence of figures, spinning around the pole and using it to lift yourself in the air.

As your performance reaches its midpoint, you lock both of your legs around the pole, three feet above the stage as you face the audience, and use your free hand to untie the knot behind your neck, and then tear your top off your body, exposing your naked chest.

For a moment the music seems to disappear, so loud is the roar that welcomes the next part of your act; you let your top fall to the stage before letting yourself slide down to it, forced to hide a new wince of pain at the burning sensation between your thighs. You look straight in front of you, locking eyes with some of the closest patrons, as you move for them, licking your lips, swaying your hips, caressing the soft skin of your chest; in a way you are dancing, miming an act that right now at least any of those present would give anything to share with you, on this very stage even, but that you have never experienced yourself. That doesn't make your job more difficult, in the same way that a geography teacher doesn't necessarily need to have visited the places they describe to their students, or a cook to enjoy the dishes they prepare; your employer had you observe your predecessor as she performed to get an idea of what was expected from you, and instinct and a minimum of general knowledge did the rest.

Still, sometimes you wonder. You wonder how it would be to actually live something like this, to perform for the enjoyment of a person you have chosen and care about, or to have someone else take care of your pleasure, of needs and desires often forgotten in the hectic, melancholic existence you have led since you lost your father. For eighteen months, or even since you left Syrup village, you have focused on your work, given the harsher conditions of Elynia's shipyard and the difficulties in having your abilities recognized, and have had little time to devote to friendship and fun, let alone to romance. Sometimes you wish you had never come to this town; accidents happen everywhere, no matter how carefully safety rules are applied and followed, but at least you would be still at home, in a place you know and where you could find solace and consolation after your loss. You are not ashamed of what you have to do to pay the bills, you may even say you enjoy dancing on the pole and feeling desirable as you strip for your audience, but working nights is hard, on top of the exhausting long shifts at the shipyard, and any time you try and talk to him about turning your apprenticeship to a regular employment contract, something for which you are more than ready, your supervisor pretends he's too busy to listen, probably because then he would have to pay you more...

And then, more than anything, you miss your father, deeply, excruciatingly, and wish you could turn to him like you did when you were little, sure he would know what to do, to assuage your fears and solve your problems. For a year and a half you have lived in a limbo, without direction and without friends and without dreams, doing your best to simply earn enough to eat and rent a tiny room, and all your hopes and future ambitions have been forgotten. Perhaps things will improve, you try to comfort yourself as, after a minute spent wallowing in self-pity, you suddenly remember where you are and what you are doing and hurry to lift one of your legs parallel to the pole in an oversplit, gently spinning all around so as to allow the little crowd surrounding you to see how tiny your thong is; or perhaps you should simply leave, go on an adventure and find a new place to live, a place where your abilities are recognized, money is not a constant worry in your mind and you can finally be happy, as you were living in Syrup...

A moment later, your heart skips a beat.

If you believed in that sort of things, you could almost swear you have conjured him up, making him magically appear out of thin air with the power of your mind; you weren't thinking about him specifically, even though you have done it often in the last two years, but if you had to choose a person to represent everything you have lost and still long for (the village you were born in, the friends and family you had to say goodbye to, the job you enjoyed doing and had hoped to build a career out of) it would be him...

Usopp.

The tension in the room has reached its breaking point; all your eyes are on you, on your body and on the little covering your most intimate area, as you touch and rub yourself against the pole, your hips grinding against the metal, your breasts bouncing. None of those men know your name, most of them wouldn't even spare a glance at you if they met you in the street or saw you toil away at the shipyard, but right now, for a precious and ephemeral moment, they can only think about you, only see you, as if you were the most amazing and precious being in the universe; you aren't, clearly, and any person in your place (or better in your shoes, which coincidentally are the only item of clothing you'll be wearing in a minute) would probably arouse the same emotions, but you allow yourself not to care. Any woman, any person, deserves to feel special once in a while, and who cares if the ones having that effect on you paid a thousand berries each to see you take your panties off?

And then he enters in your field of vision, and everything changes. Your eyes are moving on the faces of the men in front of you, some of them regulars and some who have come for the first time, all anonymous, all equally unimportant... until you see him, standing still with his mouth hanging open and such a bright blush on his dark-skinned face you can clearly see it in the darkness of the room, and in the split second it takes you to associate a name, and a set memories that go back to your childhood, to that face, an explosion of joy fills your heart, your mind, your very being.

Usopp!!

You are sure it's him, even though you cannot see him clearly in the dark room and it's been two years since you said good-bye. What is he doing in Elynia? How did he found you? Did he find you, or he just happened to visit the bar? You have no idea, and you don't care; you don't even think how embarrassed, even humiliated you should perhaps feel right now, being seen by him as you strip naked, given the fact that your relationship back at home was completely platonic - no matter how you had started hoping it weren't. Suddenly all your loneliness, the lack of direction, the hopelessness and the regret that have filled your life for eighteen months disappear like snow on the coming of spring. He's here, to stay or to talk to you or even just to enjoy a stripper's show and then leave, you don't care; Usopp is here with you, and now he's smiling at you, looking as happy and excited as you feel, with that lovely, open smile you remember, and suddenly everything is fine in the world, and in your heart.

He starts jumping about and waving his hands, trying to meet your gaze through the small crowd separating you; the young man next to him, who wears a straw-hat and who you are pretty sure you have never met before, does his best to act as a shield, stopping Usopp from being pushed back by others and allowing him to slip to the forefront. "(name)! (name)! It's me! I'm here!" you see him mouth even though the loud music drowns his words "It's Usopp! I found you!"

I found you. So he was looking for you, you reason as you keep dancing, forgetting both the choreography you had prepared and the moves that would entice your audience the most to keep looking at Usopp, to make sure you don't lose him again, he came all the way from Syrup to see you! You have never felt happier; you have never felt more blessed.

For a moment you feel the irresistible impulse to jump down the stage and directly into his arms, like a faithful wife welcoming her soldier husband home; the men present would love that. But you don't; you smile at him, Usopp's eyes locked with yours, and feel as if the rest of the audience, the rest of the world, had disappeared... and a much more brazen woman had taken your place. A last twirl around the pole, a sway of your hips as you still look at him behind your shoulder, your fingers finding the waistband of your thong; you bend, pushing your ass forward as you take it off, stand as you twirl it around your finger, turn, now naked as the day you were born, and toss your thong into Usopp's outstretched hand.

*****

You barely had the time to return to the dressing room to put your own underwear, pants and shirt back on, when a timid knocking on the door announces the arrival of your visitor.

"Come in!" you invite him as you quickly try to put your hair in some semblance of order and pray perspiration is not making your make-up run down your face, and a moment later Usopp is peaking through the door.

"Err... may I come in? The bouncer told me I could..."

"Yes, of course, I asked him to call you. Please, come in."

He does, closing the door behind him, and suddenly, after just a few minutes in which your heart has kept beating fast enough to alarm a cardiologist, you and Usopp are face to face once more, this time alone, in the relative silence of the room farthest from the bar, both more or less decently dressed. You smile at each other, your joy almost tangible and both so full of questions for each other... and a moment later you are hugging tightly, arms almost desperately wrapped around each other, Usopp's body solid and warm and real against yours, and you had almost forgotten that tears of joy also exist...

He holds you, gentle but firm, for a while, before loosening his embrace to look at you in the eyes. "Wow, (name), you look great!" he exclaims, and that simple, heartfelt compliment does what seventeen months spent stripping for a roomful of strangers never could: make you blush furiously "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too; I... wow, I am so happy you are here! Usopp, what are you doing in Elynia?" you ask back, making sure to make it sound like what it is, the best surprise of your life and not an accusation.

He swallows, clearly as emotional as you feel. "I... was looking for you; I came to talk to you about something important." he elaborates, before uncertainty touches his smile "We... looked for you at home, and at the shipyard... and someone there told us we would find you here..."

"Oh..."

The unexpressed, but impossible to ignore, question hangs over you, and the last thing you wish to do is discuss the painful circumstances that led you to move to your current place of abode (a tiny, dark room above the bar, that the owner rents you in exchange for a reduction of your salary) and get a second job, but while you had never precisely lied to Usopp, you know he deserves the truth, given your old friendship, not to mention the long journey he has made to find you.

"My father has died." you begin softly as you offer him one of the only two chairs in the tiny room, and move your bag from the other to sit yourself "A year and a half ago."

"I heard. I am so sorry, (name)." Usopp whispers taking your hand, and while he has a long experience in embellishing the truth, like he did so many times to entertain and cheer Kaya up, you can easily see he's sincere, the most genuine sadness and empathy shining in his brown eyes "He was a really good man; I had always liked him."

"And he liked you. I'm sorry if I never told you before, and if I stopped writing, but... well, let's say it wasn't my brightest period." you admit with a sigh, before explaining that the death of your father, and especially the loss of his income, meant you could no longer afford to live in the house the two of you had moved to; even worse, since your apprenticeship is paid a pittance, you have to work evenings at the bar to make ends meet.

"Oh, shoot..." Usopp murmurs, clearly appalled at the truth he had already started to guess; he gets lost in his thoughts for a minute, and you take advantage of that brief moment to look at him. He hasn't changed much in those two years, a few more inches in height perhaps, but it's still him, your dearest childhood friend, the person you felt closest to in the world, and who you missed the most since you left your village. Gods, you think, suddenly filled with shame, how could you stop writing to him? He must have been so worried, and if something could have actually comforted you after the death of your father and all the difficulties that followed, it would have been him, his letters and his affection. You have hurt both, and you have no one to blame but yourself "That is... terrible. I mean, not that there is anything wrong with... taking your clothes off... it's actually very nice..."

"You really think so?"

"I do. You were really nice... I mean, your body - your dance was pretty nice." Usopp hurries to correct himself, stammering as he tries to find the least compromising thing to say "Unless you hate it and feel ashamed of it and only got the job to survive, in that case that's shameful and I am so sorry you have to do it."

You laugh, maybe for the first time in a year and a half; Usopp hasn't changed, he's still the adorably awkward but full of good intentions boy you remember from your childhood, and you feel so lucky to have met him again... no matter how brief your reunion might be.

"Well, I don't feel ashamed exactly; to be honest, what I feel about it changes from day to day." you confess "I have fun dancing, and I do like feeling sexy and desired; on the other hand, I wish I didn't have to get a second job simply to survive, and I can't help thinking that none of those people actually care for me, that for them I am just a pair of tits or an ass with a person attached. In the end, it pays for my food and room, and that's enough for me."

Usopp nods, more thoughtful than you are used to seeing him. "How close are you to finishing your apprenticeship?" he asks in the end.

"I have no idea! I should have already been promoted to full-fledged shipwright, but my supervisor ignores me every time I try to talk to him about it; I'm sure he does it because in this way he can pay me less."

"(name), that's horrible!" Usopp exclaims, outraged "You're probably more capable and experienced than any shipwright ten years older than you, and you are struck in an apprenticeship?!"

You don't like it either, far from it, even though you appreciate your friend's indignation, and are at the moment too happy to see him to focus on your depressing job situation.

"How is Kaya?" you ask him; the daughter of your and your father's former employer, not to mention your dearest friend in the world behind Usopp himself, is another person you had promised to write to and who you really need to apologize to. You are shocked, and horrified, to discover that Khladore, Kaya's uppity and stern former butler, turned out to be a pirate, poisoned her for years to take control of her life and tried to kill her in order to put his hands on her family's inheritance.

"I can't believe it! Poor Kaya. I never liked that guy, but who would ever want to hurt her?"

"I agree. But Kaya is ok; she has started taking charge of her life, and now she wants to study to become a doctor." Usopp reassures you, his smile gentle, unaccusing "She was also very worried for you, you know; and she missed you so much."

"I missed her as well." you murmur, all too aware that doesn't justify the choices you have made "When I lost my father... I wanted to write to both of you, and I knew I could return home, and Kaya would have let me work at her family's shipyard." you admit; the temptation to buy a return ticket to Syrup and let your friends help and hold you tight as you cried was strong, but you let your pride, and your stubbornness, get the better of you "The truth is... I felt too ashamed to ask for help, and I wanted to prove I could take care of myself, even if I clearly can't."

"Of course you can! You are a very capable shipwright, it's not your fault if others take advantage of you."

No one has ever had more faith in you than Usopp; no one has ever made you feel less alone with his simple presence. You look at him, wondering how could you throw away everything you shared simply because you couldn't admit you needed help, and whether he became so handsome in the two years you spent apart, or he already was when you moved away.

"I should have been more honest with you - with both of you. I'm sorry, Usopp." you admit, and your friend smiles as he takes your hand and squeezes it affectionately.

"I am not angry with you, (name); nor is Kaya. But I bet she'd like to receive a letter from you."

"I'll write to her; I promise. I'll apologize and I'll tell her how much I have missed her." you promise, still repentant; Usopp nods approvingly, and with that everything between the two of you is at peace once more, without guilt, without blame, without regret, just the pure and encompassing joy of being together once again.

You are curious to know what your friend has done in the last two years, but before you can suggest you and Usopp move to your room above the bar, since your shift for the evening is over and you have a few beers in the fridge, he says he wants you to meet another friend of his.

"I'd like that. Is it the guy who was with you? The one with the straw-hat?"

"The very same. Luffy is... our captain. Well, co-captain, together with me. We share authority and responsibility, since obviously I am the most capable member of the crew." Usopp elaborates with the sort of innocent, almost child-like bragging you remember from your youth, and that you know hides a deep insecurity about his own strength and value as a person "You remember the ship Merry was building when you left, the one your father had built the masts for? Kaya has gifted it to us."

"So you're a sailor now?" you ask, more than a little envious; your ambition has always been to build ships, not to travel on them, but the opportunity of simply leaving everything behind (your dead-end job, your economic difficulties, the town that will forever be tied to the loss of your father and the solitude that resulted from it) to sail and enjoy the freedom of the sea, is more than a little tempting "If I'm not mistaken Merry's ship was a caravel, it's too small to be used as a trading vessel..."

"Well... not exactly; but Luffy can explain it better than me."

Curious, you lead your friend out of the bar through the back door; the straw-hat boy, Luffy, is waiting at the front under a full moon in a clear sky, grumbling because the takoyaki stand across the street is closed. He smiles, genuinely happy to meet you as if being Usopp's friend automatically made you his as well, a smile you can't help returning while Usopp introduces the two of you.

"Luffy, this is (name), my best friend when I lived in Syrup... and still now, obviously. (name), meet Luffy; he's..."

"I'm Monkey D. Luffy." he proclaims "And I want you to be our shipwright."

You blink. "... sorry?"

"We got a ship from Usopp's friend, Kaya; and I'm gonna use it to find the One Piece and become King of the Pirates. I'm putting together a crew, and we have already a navigator and a cook, now we need a shipwright; and a musician, perhaps. So, are you in? We can leave in the morning."

Luffy waits for your answer, smiling excited as if already sure you'll accept, while you can only stare, mouth hanging open, surprise having rendered you speechless.

In the end, you turn to look at Usopp. "You're a pirate now?" you try to clarify, not accusing but astonished; you knew your friend's father had left the village to join a pirate crew, and that Usopp hoped to see him return, one day, but you never had the impression he planned to take to the sea under a jolly roger himself.

"I am!" he exclaims, prouder than you have ever seen him "We are the Straw-Hat pirates. Luffy is a friend of my dad; he and the others helped us defeat Kuro -Khladore- when he tried to kill Kaya. They are really great, (name), you have to come; you'd be amazing, and you would take care of a ship your father had worked on. Who better than you?"

Who better than you?

You hear those four little, harmless words and suddenly you feel about to cry. As you dance and strip on the pole, you know any of the men who pay to attend your performance would love nothing more than put their hands on you, but it has been so long since someone actually saw your worth, recognized your abilities and asked you to put them to good use.

It has been so long since someone needed you.

You look at Luffy's open and sincere face, your heart racing and your thoughts even more so. Let me think about it for a while, you should probably say, or may I meet the rest of the crew before I decide?, but a moment later, searching in your heart, you realize you don't really need it. Usopp seems to like his new captain and crewmates a lot, and you know he wouldn't invite you among people he doesn't trust; if they are all right for him, they'll be all right for you. Just a minute ago you were daydreaming about leaving all difficulties and disappointments behind to go on adventures and let the sea and the wind guide you, and no one is more free than a pirate, even one wanted by the Marines. You don't care about being officially recognized as a full-fledged shipwright by your supervisor; you know your value, and taking care of a ship your father helped building, one that once belonged to Kaya and that Usopp lives on... you really couldn't imagine a better life.

And then there's Usopp himself - Usopp, who seems ecstatic at the prospect of you joining the crew, Usopp who you have missed so much and you would want nothing more than being friends with again; Usopp who you always had a tiny crush on, and who seeing you tonight has been struck by much more than your nudity and sexy dance moves.

He smiles at you, hopeful and excited and still determined not to pressure you to agree, and whatever trace of uncertainty had taken root in your heart dissolves like snow at the coming of spring. Again, you return his smile, before turning to look at Luffy and offering him your hand.

"I'm in." you announce "Captain, you got yourself a shipwright."

*****

There is a really lovely place you and your father had discovered in the course of one of your exploring walks soon after moving to Elynia: a tiny thicket of trees at the top of an east-facing hill, the sea opening before and under your eyes, the highest waves lapping at the rock, the branches swaying in the breeze. A shipwright's day (or week, or year) is often busy, but on your rare days off, you and your father often came here, away from the chaos of the shipyard and the city, to enjoy a picnic, and the peace and quiet. You often thought how you would have liked to show this place to Usopp and Kaya; the afternoon before your father's accident, you spent it here.

The decision to bury him here, instead than in the town's cemetery, came naturally to you; the headstone was very expensive, but you surrounded the pit with stones, hoping hikers would respect it and avoid walking over it, and planted flowers. A few people who worked at the shipyard and who had made friends with your father came to the funeral, but as far as you know from that day on you have been the only one to visit; in your heart you know he doesn't mind... and that he won't be disappointed, or hurt, that you have come to say goodbye.

Usopp has insisted on coming, even just to depose a bouquet of flowers on your father's tomb, which he does before remaining in standing recollection for a minute. Then, "I'll wait for you at the bottom." he promises; on impulse, he kisses you on the cheek, and squeezes your hand for a moment before walking away, sympathetic but aware there are moments a person has to face on their own.

"That was Usopp, dad." you murmur as you stand in front of the grave, the breath-taking background of the cliff at your back; you know your father cannot actually enjoy the view, but he would have approved of your choice, and it does comfort you to visit him in a place tied to so many happy memories "Can you believe it? He came all the way from Syrup to visit me. He's really a great person, and I'm so happy we have found each other. I have promised myself I'll never lose him again."

The rustling of the branches is the only answer you receive, and the only one you expected; you believe in the afterlife, sort of, but you don't think you have to come here to talk to your father out loud to let him know what you think, feel, and plan to do. Still, you felt the need to come, at least this time; because good-bye are to be said in person, and you don't know when, if ever, you'll be back.

"He has become a pirate, can you believe it? I met his friends last night, they are all amazing; Usopp introduced me, and then we took the beer out of my fridge and walked on the beach for hours, talking and drinking. He has asked me to join their crew; well, technically his captain has, and he's so great and lovely, but I did it for Usopp most of all... and because I need it. We should have never moved to this town, dad; it killed you, and it stole my dreams and happiness from me. They say everything happens for a reason, but I don't know why destiny, or the Gods, have decided to take you away."

The sob that escapes your lips is far from the first that the solitude of the cliff has hidden from the world; you weep for a while, by now used to being alone but still unable to keep yourself from crying your eyes out every time you think back to the loss you have suffered.

"This is also why I'm leaving, dad; there is nothing for me here, and I never dreamed about being a pirate, but at least I'll be free, and surrounded by people who care for me. I know you won't mind, and that you'll be happy for me, and wherever I go I'll never forget what you have done for me; I'll become a great shipwright, and I'll make you proud. Here... I have brought you a gift."

You had offered to reimburse the lady who now lives in your old house, but when you went to talk to her this morning she said you could take it, since you are the one who had built it. Silently, you kneel to place the blue, bird-shaped letterbox on the grass next to his headstone; after all one doesn't receive letters when they live on a ship, and the letterbox had been his idea.

A gentle, sea-scented wind has started blowing; wherever he is, you know the wind will carry your words to him. "I love you, dad." you murmur as you stand, balancing the backpack hanging from your shoulders, that contains the little you deemed necessary to take from your room above the bar "I swear I'll make you proud."

You take your time as you descend from the hill, soon reaching Usopp, who is waiting for you with his back pressed against the trunk of a large tree; a green bandanna covers his dark hair. He smiles as he sees you approach, eyes still wet with tears but otherwise content. "Ready?"

"More than I've ever been."

"Good. Come on, the Merry and the others are waiting for us."

Speaking of a ship as if it were sentient, and a member of the crew, is something a shipwright like you cannot help appreciating; you smile as you start together along the cobbled path towards the harbour, lighter than you have ever felt in two years. As you walk side by side, your hand brushes against Usopp's; this time you find the courage you had lacked last night on the beach, and you intertwine your fingers. Your friend looks at you, cheeks adorably pink.

"Oh, right... there is something I should give you..."

He uses his free hand to fumble in his pocket, before extending something you had completely forgotten you had given you last night.

Your thong.

"I... I mean, maybe you... want to wear it again... or perhaps you should give it back to your employer at the bar..."

Technically you should, since they were the one who paid for your stage costumes, even though you doubt the next stripper they'll hire will want to wear your panties. You think about it for a moment, look at Usopp, and smile.

"Keep it." you tell him "Consider it a gift."

Your hand still holding his, you pull him towards the harbour, the song of the undertow crashing in front of you.

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Thoughts on One Piece Live Action Trailer from a biased fangirl

First of all let me be clear, I am deaf, dumb and blind to One Piece Live Action complains; that are mean and hateful for the sake of hating. I grew up with censored One Piece episodes and terrible dubs.

I am immune.

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My instant reaction after watching the trailer

A) I like it.

B) I am drooling after that 3 seconds of Taz, and brooding Mackneyu. But I am excited for Inaki, he is Luffy; the energy, goofiness and the voice!

C) Emily is like the bestest!

D) Not enough Jacob!

I am hyped none the less!

Was it a perfect trailer?

Absolutely not.

Was it a good trailer?

Yes!

It is fun, goofy and it captured the spirit of One Piece— promise of an epic ADVENTURE.

Yes, Some things in trailer bothered me, like a lot, but if I can read 1086 chapters of a manga for last ten years and watch 1066 episodes for last eighteen years, I can patiently wait to judge all 8 episodes.

Things we the diehard fans need to remember!

Anime and Manga scenes and actions can’t be replicated entirely! And we fans will only complain if its frame by frame copy-adaptation; because that’s not how it works.

Please remember it is the same story told on a different medium! People will take liberties with it.

And the CGI work is still not over; so even before you crib about it: STOP!

We really need to control our innate distrust for adaptation. Yes Hollywood has terrible track record.

Trust in Goda!

But I am choosing to trust Odachii! He green lit the adaptation in 2017! It is 2023, if he didn’t approve we wouldn’t have witnessed a single poster of the Live-in adaptation! No one is more protective of One Piece than Odachii!

Luffy has his scar!

Yes, some changes can bother us, like initially I thought Luffy didn’t have his scar, but after zooming on Inaki’s face on HD screen; I found the scar!

But Sanji’s Eyebrows: sssssh!

Sanji’s missing eyebrows is a point of contention for many, but again things that don’t serve narrative with an active purpose can go; you have to understand things get changed; Sanji’s perv gag is getting dropped too. I can’t wait to meet the Sanji of my dreams!

Merry Go looks terrifying!

I agree, I love it. But I think Merry needs exorcism too! Merry Looks scared as hell! This is Merry’s true face that has been terrorised by Luffy’s recklessness!

Wrong shoes UmU

Similarly Luffy’s flip-flops, as long as that wild child is wearing something on his feet, its fine. I mean look at the shoes he is wearing; it’s ridiculous!

Usopp’s Nose

Don’t drag Usopp’s nose into this. All of us would’ve hated a prosthetic nose on Jacob! You know it! You don’t want him to look like a copy of a copy of Pinocchio!

Nami’s Hair!

It looks okay, you all are nitpicking now! I swear, it looks alright.

Buggy-sama looks scary, duh he is a clown!

People complaining that Buggy-sama looks scary, in East Blue! Buggy-sama after his debut Was Scary! Have you ever seen a funny looking Clown ever? All clowns look scary!

I literally lured and convinced my horror addict sister to watch One Piece, because of this horrific looking Buggy-sama! I lied through my teeth that Buggy-Sama is the final boss of One Piece! Now she will watch the live action!

Yellow filter! Do you want DCU dark screen?

And the complaint about yellow filter! Look, I would take a Yellow screen over a DC black screen any day! Many wanted the GOT and LOTR cinematic treatment, I understand, but it’s not the same story elements, our protagonist is a rubber-man; our universe is colourful, set on the sea, what we can hope and aspire for is Pirates of the Caribbean treatment for the Fishmen CGI.

And remember, Luffy yelling Gum-Gum Pistol is the English translation of Gomu-Gomu no pistol! You can’t expect Inaki to yell Gomu-Gomu no pistol, while his entire angry fight speech is in English. That would be weird. And many didn’t like the pistol reveal because of how it looked. In every version of realism— stretched human skin will look weird!

Some things look great in manga art and anime frames but translate poorly in realism; I think we had already learned it the hard way! The cosplayish cinematography worked for Gintama Live Action but didn’t go well with Fullmetal Alchemist. Again the grim-gray thematic elements worked for Bleach Live In!

I think this version of One Piece is working well so far. And it was just teaser! We have 6 arcs to see!

Yes, be skeptical, but of Netflix, not cast and crew and creators!

I have told this before, I have faith in the cast and the crew and the creators. My trust issues lies with Netflix. I would’ve been happier if it was Prime who was producing it or even HBO, as they seem more committed to a project.

Netflix has terrible track record of cancellation.

And One Piece is a long time commitment, I don’t think Netflix has the bandwidth or the brains or the money to produce 31+ Arcs! We know none of the canon arcs can be dropped. So their only way out is to build up the hype of the finale arc from second season itself. And do enough bread crumbing and introduce certain supernovas, warlords, yonkos, gorosei, races and other important figures early into the story instead of keeping them for surprise element, which can help them plan for long time. Not only that they have to give us glimpses into the various crimes and atrocities and political happenings across the Grandline parallel to Strawhats journey so that the emotional build up happens gradually— expecting viewers to care about an island and its characters all of a sudden when the Crew arrives to a new island will be tricky. It is much better to constantly tell the viewers of things happening simultaneously so that when Luffy arrives to beat Croc’s or later Doffy’s ass— audience already hates them. They don’t even have to reveal the face of the villains, but build up the lore well.

Will stupid Netflix do it?

I don’t think so!

Stop the bloody hateful comments

Stop hating on the cast! I don’t think we have any right to bully or be mean or outright hateful to the actors! Time and again they have proved how much they love One Piece. Being mean doesn’t make you the cool or smarter person you think you are.

After watching/reading a series that always emphasized on doing the right thing and fighting against bullies, you all haven’t learned anything.

Don’t like it? Don’t watch it!

Is the Live Action stealing away from your years of rich One Piece experience?

No!

The manga is here, the anime is here, the games are here, the musicals are here, so are the ice-skating shows!

No adaptation is hurting the other!

This is just another medium to tell the story, now to non-manga readers/non-anime watching people!

I don’t play One Piece games, nor do I like how some game designs are, do I go an shit talk about it?

Nope.

I love the Sandman comic books, I was not happy with changes made in the live action adaptation, did I go demand receipts for changes made to the story?

No!

Because I know it’s impossible to please everyone, how hard it is to ignore something that bothers you?

If you bully the cast! I will curse you!

If you bully Inaki, Emily, Mackenyu, Taz and Jacob; I hope your toe cuticles itch all the time and your ear buzzes whenever you try to sleep!

And look how the cast cares about the story! Look at them! How dare you try to bully them!

If you follow Artur - The Library Of Ohara’s page on Twitter you will see how much effort has gone into detailing. From Luffy’s attire to Baratie’s lighting.

The series is made of love and respect for the source material. If they are diverting or changing something— remember Odachii agreed to it!

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I mean look at them! They are precious!

Starving man never looked so fine. 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠. One Piece Live Action serving Zoro to us in all his glory. And before Dudebros even start Sanji vs Zoro.

They were never cast for you, they were cast for women and queer fans. They are not representative of your imagined cis-het male idea of hyper masculinity!

They are for us!

Woman tired of her dumbass captain! This girl is going to kick ass and steal your money! She ate her role! And she will rule the screen!

We must protect Usopp! Look at this baby! Look at him! He is the bravest person in the entire world!

This the Sanji I am shamelessly looking forward to! Never will he beat babygirl allegations! And he is such a walking disaster bi energy already! And he is not limited by his perv gag!

The perfect man is here!

Look at him! How he shines like the sun! Look at his silly shoes in the trailer! This silly silly silly boy!

Hey that’s my favourite idiot. Look at him, heading to some dumbassery with the confidence exhibited by the baby from Baby’s Day Out film.

Damnnnn it! Why can’t I upload more than 10 pictures from the app? Finally, from the web version I could uploaad it all!

Anyway, practice love not hate! Peace out!

Image source: from twitter by Artur- Library of Ohara

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Imagine Being Loved By Me ♡ Sanji x Nami ♡ Explicit

♡ Read on Ao3 ♡ Rating: Explicit Minor/mentioned ships: Sanji/Conis; Sanji/Robin; Sanji/Vivi Wordcount: +15k; 4 chapters total Summary: A version of events where Sanji has enough game to pull a woman on every island they visit, and Nami watches from the sidelines as it becomes increasingly difficult to say no to a man everyone is else yes to—a man who would prefer her above anyone else. Main Tags: experienced!Sanji/virgin!Nami; jealous!Nami; pwp; porn with feelings; 5+1 structure

♡♡ Chapter One ♡♡ | Click to read more

I. The strangers

It comes to Nami as a surprise that Sanji’s love for women is not, in fact, a purely theoretical delusion.

She’s sure—she’s willing to bet her hard-stolen money—that back at the Baratie he was not getting laid. From what Nami observed back on the fateful day when they met, and the stories she then heard from Sanji’s own mouth, something was crystal clear: the clientele of the restaurant that Sanji called home was either too high-brow or too brazen to go for a gangly eighteen year old who was quite bad at being a waiter. Between his desperate flirting and the little baby fat left to round out his face, he might as well have had a stamp on his forehead spelling Virgin.

Then Luffy turned her existence into a whirlpool of danger and hope and fighting and success, and Nami got a little too busy rebuilding a life she was proud to call her own to worry about Sanji’s sex life, or inexistence thereof.

It’s in Whisky Peaks that the issue is brought once again to her attention.

Before everything goes to shit, between one beer and the next, she notices first that their group has drifted apart for the night. When living in close quarters as they all do on the Merry, spending some time away from one another is a matter of sanity, and whether or not they lose it—Nami in particular is feeling the fatigue of being the only woman in the crew, despite the luxuries that this fact provides: a private room, the assurance that no-one will barge in the bathroom when she’s showering, and Sanji’s unwavering belief that a lady should only eat her favourite food, handmade for her every day.

It’s not a bad life. Sanji’s cooking veers on the side of excellence even on a bad day, and his advances—she would not admit to this if her own life were on the line—are a good counterpart to all the rough-housing the boys get into on a daily basis. All the flowery compliments to her “otherworldly beauty” aren’t that annoying if the other option is listening to the other three men workshop names for their attacks and fall into screeching laughter at the stupidest options they come up with.

So now, finally on dry land, they’ve all taken the opportunity to ignore their crewmates’ existence for a couple of hours. Zoro had stuck with Nami for a while, but now he’s strayed gods-know where—probably working in private on creating his next hangover. With little effort Nami also spots Luffy, somewhere to her right, eating double his body-weight in meat under the terrified stares of the pub’s owner. A glance behind her, and there’s Usopp, who has gathered a crowd that hangs from his lips as he spins whatever yarn he came up with on the spot.

And then there’s Sanji, who’s got two girls hanging off his arms and many more surrounding him. He’s got his usual lovesick expression, cheeks bright red from his flustered pleasure at the women paying him attention. One of the two plays for a moment with the lock of blond hair that falls over his eyes; Nami catches the exact second that Sanji falls in love, his lips stretching into a goofy smile.

He’s gotten quite handsome. The group of women at his table seem to share the sentiment, since they are all acting as willing victims of his awful pick-up lines, touching his arms or giggling when he makes a joke.

Nami spends the rest of the night drinking all the locals under the table.

II. Vivi

Vivi is beautiful beyond words.

As soon as she reveals her true identity, her status as a princess becomes all of a sudden obvious in every detail of her persona: of course, of course she is, with her silky hair in such a rare colour, falling in gentle waves around her perfect figure—you can just picture her posing for a royal portrait. She’s got a soft voice drenched in love for her country, she’s got a radiant smile, and most of all she has an ever-present sadness in the sweet, cool grey of her eyes. It’s like she was genetically engineered to inspire both admiration and a deadly wish to protect her at all costs.

So the laws of nature command that Sanji falls in love with her at first sight. It’s such an obvious fact of life that no one thinks of warning Vivi herself that he’s going to act like a fucking idiot around her (always and forever), and that she no reason to worry because he is, at least in this context, quite harmless.

It’s only after Nami catches the tail-end of an interaction between the two that she thinks of having a chat with her. This is the first time since she joined Luffy’s crew that she gets to spend an extended period of time with another woman, and since they both have similarly impressive body measurements, they even get to share clothes. Nami has decided days ago that they’re the bestest of friends, and best friends should talk about boys and giggle about how foolish they behave around pretty girls like them, and then cuddle and fall asleep in the same bed. The last point will not be further analysed.

The pathetic scene Nami bears witness to is Sanji down on both knees, his shirt unbuttoned so low he’d be better off using it as a cape, kissing Vivi’s hand, possibly as a thank you for accepting the snack he prepared for her. Vivi says something with a smile, to which Sanji responds by falling back until he’s sprawled on the floor.

Someone exits from the kitchen door behind her. “He’s so hopeless,” she hears Usopp comment, and then the loud slurp of him drinking something through a straw.

Nami turns to him with one raised brow. “I’ve seen how you blush when she so much as glances at you.”

“And I’m being so cool about it,” Usopp responds, slinking away with his long nose turned up.

Nami snorts, and when Sanji ends the theatrics by sprinting back to his feet and leaving Vivi to enjoy her food in peace, she makes her way to her.

“Hi, Nami,” Vivi greets her, leaning back on the lounge chair as Nami settles down next to her. “Want a taste?”

“No, no.” Nami waves off the offer of the dainty arrangement of melon and cured ham Sanji prepared. “I’m sure Sanji’s making something for me as well.”

“You know, I think I made one off-hand comment about loving sweet and savoury tastes together,” the princess comments. “And he remembered! Isn’t that incredible?”

Perfect, she doesn’t even need to introduce the subject.

“Aren’t you used to this sort of treatment?” Nami asks, genuinely curious. It’s difficult to imagine Vivi having to scrap for affection in whatever beautiful castle she lives in.

Vivi sighs, and sticks another piece of melon in her mouth, chewing slowly and with a pleased moan, going as far as sucking the juice from her fingers right after. Nami thanks every single deity that might or might not exist that Sanji is not there to witness the scene, or he might have become the first documented case of spontaneous death from nosebleed.

“I guess,” Vivi says, like she just didn’t do something Earth-shattering or anything. “I’ve been away from Alabasta for a while, you know? Being pampered like this reminds me of home, it’s nice. Although…” Nami watches in horror as Vivi diverts her eyes and bites her bottom lip for one terrible moment. “Everyone back there still treats me like a child. To have a man treat me as a woman, instead—i-it’s different, you know?”

“I can’t believe it,” Nami whispers, her eyes sliding away from the sight of Vivi shy and flustered over a serving of cut fruit and ham to stare into the nothingness on the horizon. This doesn’t even approach the worst Sanji can do. Nami has been personally offered by him anything that goes from a full-body massage to his literal life in service of protecting her—if melon got Vivi in this state, she’s doomed. Completely past saving.

“What? Nami, what is it?” Vivi flicks her ponytail over her shoulder and leans down closer to Nami, whispering in a conspiratorial tone, “Is Sanji, uh…off-limits?”

Nami makes a noise akin to a mortally wounded tea kettle.

Vivi blinks. “I don’t know how to interpret that.”

“Okay, you know what—this is a good opportunity to solve this mystery,” Nami exclaims, steam-rolling over the last five seconds of the conversation. “You’re a girl.”

“Correct.”

“A beautiful girl, a girl who could have anyone she wanted.”

“Aww!” Clapping her hands once before pressing them on her heart, Vivi blushes in delight. “Thank you, Nami! You’re also very beautiful!”

From not too far to their left, under the mainmast, Zoro interrupts his own nap to open one single eye, and sets it first on Vivi's back before sliding his gaze to Nami, eyebrows raised. There’s no judgement nor outward signs of interest, but Nami, terrified of finding out that Zoro is also a pig and a pervert, kills the homoerotic undertone before it can fully bloom. Tragically.

“Yep, thank you. My point was, you’re all three of those things and yet Sanji’s bullshit is having an effect on you? I need to know the how and why.”

Zoro catches Sanji’s name and goes back to sleep with a slightly disgusted grimace on his face.

“Well…” Vivi hums, lost in thought for a moment, and starts playing with the ends of her hair. She twirls the soft locks around her fingers, and Nami sees it happen live in front of her eyes: first, a shy smile tugs at her lips; then whatever gentle blush was brought around by Nami’s compliments becomes a furious redness that spreads even down the princess’ neck. “I don’t know why you react so negatively to him, if I’m being honest,” Vivi confesses, still not looking at Nami but imagining instead something Sanji-related that is possibly turning her on. While the man isn’t even in their vicinity. “He’s very sweet and sincere, I really like that in a guy. And also—”

Nami’s eyes go wide of their own accord. Here it possibly comes, the answer to all her doubts. “And also?”

Vivi shrugs, and stuffs another piece of melon and ham in her mouth. “There aren’t many blond men in Alabasta. I find him quite exotic.”

“Oh, that’s a relief!” Nami says, collapsing onto her back on the floor, pleasantly warm from the sun beating on the wood all day. “You just have shit taste, got it.”

It’s not the universal answer she was looking for, but at least now Vivi’s weakness for Sanji in particular can be explained away with her crush on him would die if I pranked him with hair dye in his shampoo.

She has to concede—silently, in the depths of her heart, undisclosed to non-authorized personnel—that Sanji’s bright, pure blonde is, indeed, a rare and pretty sight.

III. Conis

Conis is extremely pretty, and the first human female Sanji lays his eyes on when they arrive on Skypiea, and if that wasn’t enough, she then completes the trifecta by being so obviously, so awkwardly into him that even Nami is rooting for her.

Not that that’s strange, or worthy of note. Why shouldn’t she root for her? Nami doesn’t care. She hopes she has a grand all time with Sanji! It’s not even a shock anymore—Nami has since long understood that it doesn’t take much for random girls to take a liking to tall men who cook very well. Since Vivi shared her fundamental expertise on the matter, Nami has to also add “fair hair” to the list of positive adjectives.

If cute sweet angel Conis wants to encourage Sanji’s sluttiness, Nami is happy for them both.

Before the Strawhats’ stay on the sky island kickstarts the end of a civil war between the inhabitants, Nami is sure that Sanji works his magic on Conis when she isn’t looking. He has ample opportunities even during that first lunch, the one Nami doesn’t stick around for because she’s very busy discovering how phenomenal of a waver rider she is. It’s only after days of pure terror, during which the entire crew takes turns almost dying a bunch of times, that Nami sees the two interact again—and this time, not in the presence of Conis’ sweet father in front of a cup of tea.

Interact is way too gentle of a word for what she actually stumbles on.

It happens during the huge, days-long party that everyone still alive takes part in to celebrate that very fact. The happiness about the end of war times overrides menial factors like “decency” or “sobriety” or “not having semi-public sex”.

Nami is focusing on winning the battle against sobriety in particular, always ready to beat her own record of how many grown men she can humiliate in a drinking challenge. At one point Chopper shoots her a lethal dose of sad puppy dog eyes, which she interprets as please don’t completely destroy your liver.

“Alright, alright,” Nami acquiesces. “I’m taking a break, doctor’s orders!”

The three Skypeians she was drinking with boo her and then break into laughter when Nami stumbles straight into one the guy’s wings, getting a mouthful of feathers—in her defence the only light comes from the huge bonfire, which surely is aesthetically pleasing, but the dancing flames make it difficult to see where you’re putting your feet. Also, she’s shitfaced drunk because she didn’t take into consideration how the altitude would fuck with her alcohol tollerance.

“Send the other sea-dweller to replace you, the scary dude with the swords!” one of the men calls behind her.

“Why, you want to ask him where he puts the third one?” Nami jokes. Satisfied with the wild laughter she gets, she leaves the group with Chopper in tow, holding his tiny hoof to make him feel useful. They stop where there’s more fresh hair, and less screaming people. To him, she says, “You know, if Zoro does join those guys you should keep an eye on him. He never knows when to stop.”

Chopper nods sagely, and smiles up at her. “That’s called alcoholism.”

Nami blinks a few times before she finds how to reply. That’s a dark thing to hear from someone who looks like the most popular design in a line of cute animal plushies. “Yep,” she settles on, “Good luck fixing that. I’m taking a walk to clear my head, alright?”

“And drink some water! See you later, Nami!”

As Chopper sprints away, Nami stretches her arms and gives in to a loud yawn. Four days of non-stop festivities and she’s about to hit her limit.

She walks aimlessly, with her mind mostly empty apart from the intent of keeping away from the crowd, and the fresh night air quickly helps her sober up a little. While it’s a shame that so much of the ancient city crumbled during the fight with Enel, Nami does find the ruins quite comforting and peaceful, and as she passes by them she touches the moss that has grown on the older ones, wet from the night’s humidity. The party becomes a pleasant background noise, joyful but muted by the distance, and it’s the animals’ furtive movements in the nearby trees, or the more clear bird calls that ring from high above, that fill the air.

Nami smiles, closes her eyes, and sends a message of thankfulness to whoever’s listening that all her friends are okay, in the end.

“Mmh, Sanji, aah—”

The peace is shattered. It dies painfully at her feet when Nami’s eyelids spring back open, and a truly terrified shiver runs down her spine.

Behind what’s left of a stone column, which looked so pleasant and harmonious and lovely five fucking seconds ago, some girl just moaned Sanji’s name. In the best case scenario, Sanji is also present on the scene.

The theory is confirmed when a low murmur, unmistakably a male voice, follows, and then both the girl and Sanji giggle and moan some more, because Nami knows what both a giggle and a moan in Sanji’s voice sound like. They come out of his mouth whenever Nami praises his food or generously accepts his jacket if it’s too cold out.

She should walk away. Her legs don’t listen. Alright, then if not away, just not in the direction of the moaning and shuffling of clothes and whispered sweet nothings.

Nami’s walking straight to it, because she’s still drunk and there’s no fucking way someone else is making him sound like that—wait, what?

Before she can makes sense of her train of thought, and the mild anger simmering at a low boil in her stomach (could be the sky beer or whatever the fuck she’s been drinking all night), she’s already both approached and rounded the Godforsaken Column of Public Indecency, and she’s presented with the nightmarish vision of Sanji, his hair so wild that for once both his eyes are visible, leaning back against the rock, with fucking Conis, duh!, sitting on his legs.

The couple hasn’t spotted her yet. Nami exists for a few seconds in a fugue state where she doesn’t move a muscle to leave, and stares instead at Sanji’s hands wrapped around Conis’ waist over the fabric of her usual white dress, spanning the circumference of it so easily his fingers meet again on either side. He has the most lovestruck look Nami’s ever seen on him—and she would know, she’s been the cause of many—while he bounces her on his lap and ohmygods they’re not making out they are having sex!

“Fuck! Shit! Sorry!” Nami practically yells, breaking out of her stupor with sudden violence. As the two lovebirds startle in unison, she slaps both hands over her eyes while trying to retreat, which is not a good strategy because not two steps later she falls back on her ass. “I didn’t know—” Liar! “—sorry, sorry, you guys keep going!” What?!

She knows in that moment that no god is real, just like Enel wasn’t, because not one of them strikes her dead and ends her misery. She has to regain her vision if she intends on running the fuck away without cracking her skull open, although such a possibility now sounds like the optimal course of action.

“Nami-san,” she hears Sanji say, with the tone of a man facing the choice between the death row and a terminal illness. The way it mixes with the obvious arousal due to having his cock inside another person, right now in front of her, makes for a weird combo.

“I heard—nevermind what I heard, I didn’t want to interrupt but also like maybe get an actual room,” Nami babbles, trying to stand up and turn around at the same time so she can avoid another eyeful of Sanji’s fucked-out face and pretty, tiny Conis sat on his lap.

“There are no more rooms on the island,” Conis mumbles. Right, because everyone’s home was destroyed. Nami has the decency to feel bad for reminding Conis that her life as she knew it is over forever. She’s very clearly trying to distract herself from the fact. Sanji, meanwhile, must have fallen in a meditative silence at being caught literally with his pants down.

Nami sprints away from the scene, possibly breaking the speed of sound.

Chopper will have to forgive her if she’ll be aiming for an alcohol-induced coma for the rest of the night.

#sanami #one piece #sanji x nami #sanji/nami #sanji #nami #sanami fic

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jesperr-fahey · 14 days

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(u can take this ask as seriously as u want or ignore it. full disclosure ik, like, three things about one piece so idgh but i love when people talk about and play-doh w/charas) for the op character how about. uh. sanji? or nami?

WHOOOOO thank you you're a hero!!!! the random word i generated is autonomy so i'm gonna write some nami for you :)

Nami is eight years old when she moves in to Arlong Park. She's given a room, with a cot and a toilet and little else, next to the room that will become the map room. She has no pillow, no blanket, nothing to put on the walls, no window to peer through on clear starry nights, no way to feel the breeze on her face. But she has no choice, so when night comes, she sleeps.

Arlong himself seldom deigns to speak to her, instead delegating the task to the lowest ranking of his crewmembers. They give Nami their sea charts and measurements, tell her what to draw, and tell her when she's allowed to stop. They ignore her when she says that's she's hungry, that she's tired, that her fingers are bleeding, and eventually, she learns to stop speaking at all. Nothing will come of it, so why bother?

Even when she returns to Coco village, she can't ask for anything. They're under so much pressure already, all of them, and what right does she have, to ask Nojiko for an extra portion at dinner because she hasn't eaten since yesterday? What right does she have to ask for a hug? She has work to do, and she'll do it, and that's all that matters. That's all that can matter.

Years pass, like this. Eventually, she's allowed on ships, allowed to visit islands and chart them herself, allowed to sneak away and steal. She steals only berri, at first, only what she needs to pay Arlong back, but one day, when she's thirteen years old, she steals a small painting- a tree with white flowers, the sun setting behind it. She hangs it on her wall in that small, empty room, and it feels like a victory.

A week later, one of the fishmen slams open her door, bursts into the room, and grabs her by the arm, hauling her to her feet. In the midst of berating her for sleeping too long, he catches sight of the painting, and he laughs, long and hard and cruel. He rips it from the wall, tears it in half, and laughs again at the way tears well up in her eyes. You can have nothing, his laughter says, as clearly as if he was speaking aloud. Nothing that is yours.

More weeks. More years. More time, in an empty room that will never be hers, on a schedule that isn't hers to control, and then-

And then Luffy. And then Zoro, and Usopp, and Sanji, and then a ship, and then Arlong is gone, Arlong Park is gone, the room that trapped her broken and collapsed and shattered into a million useless pieces, and Nami is free.

Nami is eighteen years old when she moves in to the Going Merry. The boys are kind enough to give her her own room, a bedroom that doubles as an office, with a hammock and a couch and a bookshelf and a desk and room to stack the shelves with whatever she wants, whatever she finds. There's a door to the boys' room, a ladder to the deck, and she can use either whenever she needs to, and she can walk around the rest of the ship, too, and when they land on a new island she can take out her surveying tools and she can work, she can really work, without malice and violence closing in from every side, and she's free.

She's free.

(send me a character or relationship, and i'll write a drabble based on a randomly generated word!)

#one piece #nami #one piece nami #cat burglar nami #vaguely-annoyed #ask me #THANK YOU for sending this!!!!! did you know that i love her!!!!#i hope this is fun to read even if you don't know her very well <3 #i just have sooo many thoughts about her arc and her past and her growth #and the freedom she has now that she never had before.. augh

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llamacornscout · 1 year

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Jellymoo Nami Top Lovechild

Cracked open photoshop for the first time in like two years for this great top by @jellymoo. Enjoy!

Mesh required

Recolored in solids, plaid, houndstooth, and a few other patterns using 21 colors from @twikkii and @lakemizu’s lovechild palette

An accessory overlay for the undershirt in eighteen colors from the hot date palette, found in the gloves category with a custom thumbnail

credits: cupidjuicecc and @casteru for the seamless patterns

Download: Simfileshare | Dropbox

#ts4cc #ts4mm #s4cc #s4mm #ts4 #my recolors

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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❝𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓❞

ғɪʀsᴛʟʏ, if you're under the age of eighteen, please do not engage with my work. you should not read it, it is not for you. sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅʟʏ, do not copy, translate or modify any of my works. some days it takes almost ages to write a piece, and it is certainly rude to steal the work of someone else. ᴛʜɪʀᴅʟʏ, you can always send in a request, I'm open for headcanons, thirst, and any little spark.

❝𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 (𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 + 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒)❞

OO1˙.

portgas d. ace x reader (fluff) : ace having a problem with being without you.

OO2˙.

trafalgar d. law x reader (fluff) : law's personal way of showing affection.

OO3˙.

trafalgar d. law x reader (minor smut) : law can't see a difference between you being friendly or being flirty with another man.

❝𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 (𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒)❞

OO1˙: eustass kid, trafalgar law, roronoa zoro & f!reader : teasing him in front of friends (semi-public smut, mdni)

OO2˙: eustass kid + trafalgar law & f!reader : sabaody moments of jealousy (semi-public smut, possessiveness, mdni)

OO3˙. eustass kid, trafalgar law, nami, sabo & f!reader : little things they do (complete fluff)

#maliasmasterlist #one piece #opla x reader #opla

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latinokokonoi · 21 days

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hi! i’m ro! let’s be friends!

🍧 twenty-four, white latin american (🇨🇺/🇵🇷), she/they, cis female, bisexual

🍧 autistic with ocd, español and english, virgo

🍧 multifandom and not spoiler-free

🍧 linktree w/ all of my social media + my drawings + my fics + my ocs + my ramblings

🍧 i’m not currently accepting drawing requests nor commissions!

🍧 i tag people’s triggers. my original nsfw posts contain the “minors dni with this post” tag, and like it says: i don’t want minors interacting with them

credit for the divider goes to @/kiyaedits

credit for the sidebar gif goes to @/thrillersbark

please do not follow me if you are:

— a bigot

— a conservative, republican, terf

— a blank blog

— under eighteen years old

— a toxic bnha/bkdk/bakugou fan

— a weirdo who glamorizes eating disorders, self-harm, gore, suicides or real-life murderers

— into lolicon or shotacon

comfort characters… aki, ann takamaki, ashley graham, gon, inui, killua, kokonoi, leon kennedy, luffy, nami, ochako, portgas d. ace, ryuji, sabo, tony tony chopper, trafalgar law, yuuta

comfort ships… akiangel, benzor, frobin, inuokko, izuocha, kokonui, namivivi, nobamaki, saboala, sanuso, yamace, zolu

video games… ōkami, kingdom hearts series, p5, resident evil series, spyro series, stardew valley, the walking dead, tomb raider series

#about me #pinned post

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crazydadd0 · 8 months

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Hi ^^

I saw that your asks were open, so I thought I could give you a request hehe 👉👈

So, can I ask some headcanons about live action Arlong, Kuroobi and Chew/Chuu falling with a human that doesn't like them at first but then catches feelings? Like some sort of enemies to lovers hehe 🤭

Have a great day <3

I was waiting for someone to ask me this question.

I still have the box open as something❤️

(English is not my mother tongue like something, and I apologise for any mistakes)

Real life actors Fishers (Arlong💜, Kuroobi🤍, Chew/chuu💙) and human reader.

( ❤️from hate to love❤️ )

The whole story began with the raid of the Arlonga Pirates on the island and Kokoyashi Village. fortunately, your family had money for you and them and they still had a lot of savings. With this in mind, they went off on their own to lend money to other families and help them at the same time. one of these families was the Belle-mere family.

You waited for your family to return, looking out of the living room window, worried and very worried. You didn't know these pirates and that was the worst part, you weren't sure what they were capable of.

At the end of the evening your father returned but he was different, sad and not very talkative. He told you to go to your room and sit there, but your childish curiosity told you to stay on the stairs and listen to what your father would say to your mother. And it was terrible, the Fisherman who you found out was called Arlong killed Belle-mere and took one of her daughters with him. you kept your hands over your mouth listening to the death of your aunt (that's what you called her) and forbidding Nami. You entered the room as quietly as possible and threw yourself on the bed. You cried all night and the next day you ran to Nojiko and spent the whole day with her comforting the younger girl. ( She is 12 years old you are 17.) You promised the younger girl that you would help her as much as you could and save her sister. You had a plan in your head that when you turned eighteen, you would try to kidnap her somehow. Maybe a stupid plan but your thoughts gave you no other ideas.

One year later

the day finally came when you wanted to save Nami. Your nefarious plan could begin, the day after your birthday you went to the gate of Arlong Park and waited to see Nami. As you found out sometimes she would come out and hang around the park. and today was your lucky day! nami was there, standing alone looking at the building. You called out to her with a quiet shout, she was angry with you and happy to see you. You quickly had to run away because Captain Arlong himself went after Nami and was angry.

So began your plan and getting to know Arlong's crew of pirates

Arlong💜🦈

You met him during one of your illegal encounters with Nami. Kuroobi noticed this and dragged you to Arlong, despite the fact that you paid you got hit pretty hard, but you were glad they didn't break your bones. Arlong himself felt like biting your head off (literally). in the end, he let you go and told you to fuck off and stay out of his park.

Kuroobi🤍🐟

You met when he dragged you to Arlonga by force for meeting us secretly. he was disgusted with you because you were human and because you didn't follow Arlonga rules.

Chew/Chuu💙🐟

as in those cases, you met him when Kuroobi found you with us and put you in front of the judge (Arlong). as usual, he drank alcohol and was arrogant towards you. but he was also under the impression.

Second meeting

Arlong💜🦈

the second meeting had a place when you went to him and offered to pay for meetings with Nami. you had a plan how to help her but you had to have contact with her. Despite his initial reluctance, he agreed. but for one meeting with Nami per week. it was not without humiliating you, mean comments from him and his crew. in the end, he personally threw you out of the gate and watched you lying on the ground in front of his park. He laughed after a while and returned to his holy chair

Kuroobi🤍🐟

well he got the first custody of you and Nami during the first pay meeting in Arlog park. he didn't want to be there but he had to. the captain didn't want the two of you plotting anything together. it was the worst hour of his life. he hated you and us. you threw hateful glances at each other for a whole hour. potew dragging you by the trawl;osy he threw you out of the park.

Chew/Chuu💙🐟

The second meeting was ridiculous in his eyes. You came to pay for your visit with Nami again and he sat there looking at you like you were some kind of trash. Stealthily so Arlong wouldn't see you showed him the middle finger at which he growled angrily. Well there's nothing I can do about it you paid so you were ala untouchable but no one can stop him from coming and insulting you. And that's exactly what he did, hanging around near you and occasionally calling you names, even kicking you once and making you fall into the water.

Further meetings

Arlong💜🦈

He's used to you being here more than once a week by now. He no longer challenges you at every turn and doesn't kick you out as violently as the first time. Once he even laughed at your comment about the stupidity of humans creating a spoon-fork. (Why should people do that when you can have a spoon and a fork.) In time, he no longer wanted to bite your head off even if you didn't enter, deep down he even started to like you.

Kuroobi🤍🐟

He continues to be angry that he has to watch you has meetings with Nami but does not look at you with hatred, neither do you at him. Which is a big achievement, sometimes you'll even ask his opinion when talking to Nami but not often. He doesn't abuse his "grace", he clings to you and treats you just like a person who puts up with you despite your initial reluctance; he continues to take you out of the park by the hair.

Chew/Chuu💙🐟

You don't usually interact much with each other. He does something and you spend time with Nami and your guardian Kuroobi. Once there was a moment where he had to replace Kuroobi and watch over you, and he found that you weren't as bad as I initially thought and continued to think a bit.

As ordered Kuroobi kicked you out of the park after an hour, he did this by literally kicking you in the arse closed the door and went back to his duties.

When you did not come to meet us

Arlong💜🦈

He was surprised, angry and shocked. Why you didn't come. But. what does he care at all. You paid and you didn't come, your loss. Although he had to admit to himself that he was angry about it. You had the nerve not to turn up! And he wanted to call you that today! And tease! And you're not here! A despicable man. He spent the rest of the day thinking about why you didn't come and even got a little worried. Wait! He was worried. Hajahah. Yes.... And he was very angry with himself for it. He was pissed that he was worried about someone miserable like you. Well hell no. There is no option for Arlong to like a man no. No... are you sure you don't?

Kuroobi🤍🐟

He was glad you weren't there, that he didn't have to listen to you talking to Nami and even talking to him sometimes. But he was starting to get bored, he noticed that the day without listening and watching you was becoming boring. But why? Kuroobi himself didn't know, perhaps because he had no other questions to ask. He couldn't fathom it. Perhaps he had taken a liking to you ago? He preferred not to know and covered up that thought with thoughts of what he wanted to do the next day and maybe then you would come to annoy him with your presence.

Chew/Chuu💙🐟

He was the first to notice that you didn't come. It was your hour to come to Nami and you were not here or around. Maybe you are dead? He was amused by the thought but at the same time it stung like a splinter. Apart from the fact that he was watching the surroundings and thinking where you were. (They think maybe you are lying in a ditch.)

Then he concluded that you were a mere human being who amused him anyway and went off to do his own chores. Come to think of it he looked at the gate from time to time in anticipation of you.

You are no further away

Arlong💜🦈

Former angry. And it's Very Bad, where the hell were you not here for a fortnight. (He counted it) and there's nothing left of you. Even your miserable family know nothing. Did you run away from his crew and from ... him. Various thoughts swirled through his mind as he sat in his chair watching the crew and the calm sky. He couldn't believe you ran away like that! Another stupid man! He was angry but at the same time his heart ached that you just disappeared like that. He had finally admitted that he liked and fairly respected you and now it was in ruins! And it was your fault!

Kuroobi🤍🐟

He was very bored, he didn't know how long it had been since you last met but he felt it had been years, you had disappeared like a stone into water and no one knew anything about you or where you were. It made him very nervous. He caught himself sitting in the spot where she was watching you and Nami. And he was thinking about your conversations (which he wasn't involved in) although he knew he shouldn't feel that way, he missed and worried about your stupid human person.

Chew/Chuu💙🐟

Where the hell have you been? This thought came to his mind more and more often and every day. Because he didn't know where you were, nobody knew. You disappeared as if you never existed. He promised himself that if he found you, he'd kick your ass so hard for your card that you wouldn't be able to sit for a month. He caught himself looking at the gate expecting that maybe you would turn up now. But those were just his dreams, and you were no further away. He got into the habit of going through the gate in the evenings when the others were asleep and looking around as if thinking you would turn up and he could kick you out, curse you and go back to his room.

Understanding to teach

Arlong💜🦈

Further you were gone, it screwed him mercilessly. Kuroobi told him it was just money and he didn't need to worry about it. But he didn't want the money! He wanted... to see you again. To shout in your face how stupid you are and where you've been. Maybe he would even hug you! Wait... what! Yes. He finally admitted to himself that he liked the wrong word. He loved your presence, even though he knew you knew what he'd done you still had respect for him, you weren't afraid to look him in the eye and you gave him the money to meet him yourself. Once, your hands even touched and now a pleasant shiver ran through his body at the thought. He remembered the colour of your skin, your eyes and that beautiful hair which he only liked on yours. Your body with its flaws and even gets over the fact that you are human. He would tell you that you... loves you. That's how Arlong loved a man stupid man. But the stupid man is missing somewhere!

Kuroobi🤍🐟

Didn't know what to do with himself. He sat and thought of you in a salty moment. Thinking about what you were doing and why you weren't there. Maybe you had someone you ran away with.... no that's not an option, certainly not. Kuroobi couldn't bear the thought that you might have another man. After all, you could have him, so why would you need another? Although he knew he was a fisherman he hoped that maybe you would want to be with him. Despite the fact that he quickly realised that he had feelings for you, he had nothing to do with them. He couldn't tell because you weren't there. All he could do was sit and dream about you while listening to Arlong whine about the human race being inferior. But even if you were human you were better in his eyes, you were a god with the personality of an angel, the body of a goddess. He had to and wanted to persevere until you came back and he could tell that to you. For now, he could only dream of meeting you again.

Chew/Chuu💙🐟

Most of the time he seemed to give a fuck that you had disappeared but the truth was different. He was worried that you really had died, and that thought did not let him sleep peacefully. He left the park more often with the thought that he might find you. Even if it was your corpse, he would know that he no longer had to worry that you were alone somewhere without him. Ehh. He didn't like these feelings, ignored them at first but then they intensified and he noticed that he started painting you sometimes, from small sketches to one painting hidden in his room. He really wanted you to come back, you may continue to dislike him But it would be much lighter for him with the thought that he could see you, hear you, feel you and not sit and look at the gate or walk and wait for you. He really feels like kicking you like that but also hugging you. Just let him find you.

When it gets nice I will do the second part. (Maybe with spice.)

I hope you enjoyed it❤️❤️❤️❤️

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ellayuki · 2 years

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27102022 - One Piece

#LunamiWeek2022 - Bonus Day - "I will be forever by your side"

"I will be forever by your side," Nami vowed once, long ago, with the sun at her back and the sea breeze in her hair, and her Captain's dazzling, victorious grin warming her down to her very core.

"I will be forever by your side," Luffy, too, promised some years later, when Nami went into labour, and she was cursing him and his entire bloodline for it. She'd yelled something about never wanting to see his stupid face again, and then cracked, mere seconds later, as another contraction hit and he held her hand through it, and begged him not to leave her side.

And again, even later, when their children had grown and were off on adventures of their own (well taught, well trained, well accompanied, because Nami would suffer nothing else), and they both grew restless in their lives. Sparks began flying, tempers rising, and words were flung that, were they anyone else, would have cut deep and scarring, unhealable.

Even their friends knew to stay out of the blast area, just in case the powder keg detonated.

But that was not them, never them.

Because in the end, Nami sighed, and ran her fingers through her husband's wild hair, and reminded him that no matter what, they had each other, first and foremost.

And there were still adventures to be had, and they weren't too old yet to venture out and have them. "I'm still your Navigator," she said, pressing his straw hat on his head once more.

And Luffy grinned (and in that moment, they were seventeen and eighteen again, and he'd just offered her her freedom and also the entire world), and said, "Well then, set a course, and let's see where the winds take us."

And so they went, and their legends only grew.

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aajjks · 3 months

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TC!dad!JK

“but she was eighteen, dad. she’s the same age as me. she’s been abused all her life and we leaned on each other for support. it wasn’t right for me to say or do what i did but you literally killed her without trying to understand her—“

“jinseoul, your father…your father is right” you say “she was capable of destruction and what she did, whatever love you think she had for you wasn’t love. she manipulated you, son and you don’t manipulate the person you love for your own selfish gain”

jinseoul tears up. he can’t believe you’re actually siding with his father on this.

“s-so you’re saying what dad did was right?”

“that’s not what i’m saying son. i don’t condone your father’s actions but i agree with what he’s saying. she would have hurt you—she did hurt you”

he wants to scream and yell at the both of you. his father took away the person who he loved so dearly. nami was manipulated too, you know? she had hopes and dreams just like he did and he wants to shout that to the rooftops. but instead of saying how he feels, he takes a page from his mother’s book and shoves all his frustration down.

“fine” he shrugs “i don’t want to talk about it anymore”

“son, you’ll find another lover. someone who will actually love you for you and they won’t manipulate, lie, or cheat their way into your heart”

“okay”

“is there anything else you need to say to us?”

the silence in the air weighs heavy on the three of you and you know jinseoul is upset, you both do. you take it upon yourself to rise up and lift jinseoul’s bangs to press a kiss to his forehead.

“i know you’re upset but i’m just happy i can hold you again” you whisper in his hair. “talk with your father, okay? i’ll be back”

normally, jinseoul doesn’t say anything when it comes to his parents but it’s obvious there’s a disconnect between the two of you. you don’t press a kiss to his father and you look exhausted which jinseoul can’t help but feel guilty about.

he’s the cause for both of his parent’s disconnect and exhaustion. he kind of wishes he stayed dead because it just hurts to see how effected the two of you are.

while his siblings are happy and celebrate that he’s alive, he’s sure his mother and father are forever disappointed in him.

“are you and mom mad at each other? it’s…it’s because of me isn’t it?”

~🫧

Even he has sensed the tension between you and him. “your mother is upset with me because of me…. You know I always manage to upset your mother.” Jungkook sighs sadly.

Everything is just fucking up ever since he came back and he wishes that he never came back. Maybe you would be happy then, because all he does is make you sad.

Jinseoul definitely tense because of you and him now, but how is he supposed to explain to his son that he tried to kill himself right in front of you?

“ I always… I’m so stupid.” Jungkook laughs, because he’s about to cry, and he doesn’t want to cry in front of his own child. Jungkook feels overwhelmed like that night. “Baby rest up okay?” He rubs his temple, “and I’m sorry.” He whispers before he gets out of the room after making sure that the doctor and some guards are staying with him.

He has disappointed his son, and he has disappointed you. How does he manage to upset every single person as around him every time? Jungkook is a burden to all of you isn’t he?

He doesn’t know how to fix his issues with you because you’re just not willing to talk, but something is heavy on your heart, how is he supposed to help you when you won’t let him in.

Just like you, he turns away to go into the garden, so he can just cry in silence and calm down a little. He feels very alone in this moment. And once again, he is wishing that his mother was alive. Maybe she would hug him and tell him that everything is OK.

Everything is not okay.

Jungkook walks around in the garden and the wind is definitely a little wild today because his hair is all over the place already,

And he doesn’t know where you are, but this time he doesn’t go to look for you because he’s already breaking down, staring at the variety of flowers.

He rubs his eyes, crying pathetically.

He managed to save his son, but his marriage is about to die

He has fucked up everything and he doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions in a normal way, you probably want to leave him.

And this time he won’t stop you.

#ask: tc!jungkook

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gendervapor14 · 4 months

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two fights for freedom ~ chapter eighteen: more harm than good

Nami hummed, kicking her feet back and forth. “I have another question.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to be my dad?”

All body functions ceased, aside from the pounding in his chest, which echoed in his head. His silence not only urged Nami to speak up again, but convinced her to elaborate.

“I know Mom says a lot of silly things just to make people turn red, but I’ve never seen her actually kiss someone! I thought kissing was what adults do when they love each other. Like a mom and dad.”

Why couldn’t there be a tug on his line. Why couldn’t a single fish in the East Blue come save him.

“I uh…” Rosinante cleared his throat. “Well, we’re…pretending to be married. And people kiss when they’re married.”

“Oh.” Nami shrugged. That was that. “Okay.”

He almost wanted to push. He almost wanted to make sure she was getting the right idea, because he couldn’t have Nami running around with her loud voice, spreading some kind of ridiculous rumor. Falling in love with Bell-mère would be ridiculous. Kissing her out of love would just be ridiculous. A domestic life with her and the kids and the farm was utterly ridiculous!

shaking my fist at this chapter because it made me scrap all my drafts for future chapters. right now i only have up to chapter 20 written out. we're playing with fire. especially since i gotta do some zine work and leftover gifts and art commissions... grrrrr i hate being a pantser

title: two fights for freedom rating: M category: F/M, gen content warnings: graphic depictions of violence status: incomplete, eighteen chapters, 54,675 words relationships: rosinante/bell-mere, cora & law, rosinante & hatchan, bell-mere & rosinante & law & nami & nojiko, rosinante & genzo, bell-mere & genzo characters: rosinante, bell-mere, law, nami, nojiko, genzo, nako, hatchan, arlong, arlong pirates additional tags: canon divergent, fix-it, everybody lives, pre-arlong park, angst with a happy ending, angst and feels, fluff and humor, hurt/comfort, suggestive themes, sexual tension, limes (yes i'm bringing limes back), eventual smut, romance, slow burn, financial issues, broken bones, references to depression, alcoholism, mental health issues, canon backstory, mentioned doflamingo, non-canon backstory (giving bell-mere a backstory), found family, medical inaccuracies, blood and injury, trafalgar d. water law is a little shit, developing friendships, past child abuse, nightmares, self-harm, fake marriage, selective mutism, more tags to be added later summary: freedom for one means adventure. exploring all the world has to offer, while avoiding the occasional haunting. freedom for another almost costs an arm and two daughters. a home, a village. perhaps freedom is best sought back-to-back. {a cora and bell-mère lives au}

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Dance for me

you grab your water as you wipe the sweat from your face with a towel around your neck. After a talk with your overbearing father nothing was better than dancing the stress away. Thank god for this job and your friends or you might've had to go back.

You take a look around the studio you worked at and smiled. the owner was a whimsical old man and he pretty much let you run the place however you wanted so long as he got his cut. He even helped you leave your house when you turned eighteen and rented the upper floor to you for cheap.

"not all old foggys are like dad." you remind yourself. "Assholes like him are one of a kind, hopefully." Feeling yourself calming down and having got your breathe back you move to start the song over again so you could continue to practice your routine.

BAM!

Just as you had reached your laptop the door slammed open and two familiar orange and pink haired women rush in. You could tell that they were a tad drunk by the stumbling and flushed faces. The party animals.

"I knew she would be down stairs and not at home!" Nami huffed proudly and started shutting everything down for the night.

"It's eleven at night! Forgive me for thinking goody two shoes had a bedtime!" Bonney huffed.

"Our little (Y/N) is finally getting into her rebellious phase, remember?" Nami started to walk to the door with your keys she had gotten from the table your laptop was on.

"True." Bonney then grabs you by the arm and starts to drag you out the opened door as nami turns off the lights and locks the door.

"Um, guys. Do you mind telling me why two drunk girls are pulling me into a taxi in the middle of the night?" You ask as the shuffle into the car. They had obviously come from a party looking at how they were dressed and the smell of sweat and booze coming from them.

"We are gonna show that snobby bitch who keeps trying to steal Nami's boyfriend she is nothing!" Bonney declares as she starts to mess with my hair and make up. "She had the nerve to flirt with Sanji saying she is a better dancer than her and even purposefully waited till she was to drunk to dance properly before saying it!"

"That's right!" Nami agrees while texting on her phone. "So I told her that she was a fucking coward and that she couldn't beat anyone who was taught by you if they weren't drunk and she knew it." You could tell that both girls were furious at the situation and had been trying to sober up the entire drive to your home. "She fell right into my trap and said she could beat you any day! So we told her we would go get you and that we would be back at the party in twenty minutes." Bonney finishes your make up and starts to fix hers.

"So I have to go dance a routine in front of a bunch of drunk strangers cause Kinderella is antagonizing Nami again?" They both look at you.

"Yep"

"Yeah"

You sigh as they both respond simultaneously. You did promise to go to a party with them sometime soon so why not now.

"Sure, I've been wanting to meet your friends for a while anyway." They three of you got to know each other at the studio when you were just a trainee, otherwise the three of you probably would have never hung out together. Excluding your loner personality even Nami and Bonney had different clicks and people they hung out with. So they had been trying to add you to their friends groups for a while and you honestly did want to meet new people.

As the taxi pulls up to a large house with blaring music and people scattered around the yard, you see a blonde man waiting by the door. You had only ever scene pictures but you knew it had to be Nami's boyfriend Sanji. The three of you get out and you instantly feel out of place in your work out clothes.

"Nami, I did what you asked and cleared the living room out." Sanji updated Nami with hearts in his eyes and a look of total adoration on his face. Anyone stupid enough to mess with Nami was already a lost cause, but to go after this guy? No way they would get what they want.

"Great!" She gives him a quick kiss and you could practically see him floating. "Let's not keep them waiting." You can't help but shirk back a bit as the evil grin spreads across her face. All that was missing was the gleam in her eye that let you know she was hatching a plan to make money and this would be her default villain face.

Once in the cleared out room with couches and a coffee table pushed to the side of the room, you notice the ridiculous amount of people looking in. The room had three walls while the fourth was a glass sliding door where people stood with red solo cups in hand. The room also had a balcony like second story area so that those on the second floor could look down from there as well. Despite all the people staring at you and the obvious anticipation for excitement in the room, you felt calm. Thanks to your father you were used to eyes being on you and as a dance teacher you learned that not all eyes were ones to be weary of.

Before you could even do anything else other than walk into the room, Nami had already gotten a betting pool started and Bonney was off looking for Kinderella so to make sure she was thoroughly humiliated.

By the time Bonney came back with the bob haired pinkette, the room was as packed as it could get while still having room for you to perform. Nami was locking her bets and Sanji had got things hooked up to his phone so that music would fill the house.

Taking a deep breath you have Sanji start the music. Tones and I's dance Monkey begins to play and you let the rhythm take your body as you begin to dance to one of the first routines you ever made and all three of you knew it like the back of your hand.

once your routine was done Nami pounced on you. She began to ramble about how you were her golden goose and other nonsense. Bonney on the other hand used the attention to try and score a new boyfriend. It seemed you were the only one to remember the point of the dance in the first place as you watch a red faced kinderella storm off.

After getting Nami off you by reminder her to collect her bets, you answered some questions about your dancing and advertised your classes. Once they questions started to get a little more personal you opted to leave under the guise of needing to get at least some sleep before work tomorrow.

You didn't realize at the time, but your classes were about to have a lot more students.

#one piece #one piece x reader

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The Wedding

I was chilling on the deck of the Moby Dick with Ace and Marco, having a normal conversation when an idea occurred to me. “Hey, Ace, Marco. I think it's about time Law and I tied the knot, you think I could ask Pops to help out with that?” “Why not ask one of the girls to help out? Like Nami or Robin?” Marco asked. “Ew. And have it turn out all girly and traditional? No thanks.” “What's wrong with a traditional wedding, yoi?” That question was met with a snort from me and a look from Ace. “Bro, you clearly don't know Jewel,” he said. “She hates-” “Despises.” I corrected. “Right. Despises all the traditional wedding stuff like church, dresses, the stress to make sure every tiny detail is absolutely perfect and of course the occasional mental breakdown of it all.” “Why not elope?” Marco asked. I grinned and wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders. “And have two of my favorite fire users miss it? Absolutely not! I want my whole family there.” “What about your blood brother?” Ace questioned. “Eh. His crew might try to arrest someone.” “Shouldn't you include Garp and Dragon too, yoi? You did say whole family and they're part of it you know. Being related to Luffy and all.” Marco pointed out. “Tsk. Dammit, you're right,” I grumbled, releasing their shoulders. OK, fine, we'll invite the three of them. Family only though. No friends or this thing will be too big.” “What about having two weddings?” Ace questioned. “What do you mean two weddings, yoi? Didn't you just say that Jewel hates typical wedding stuff?” “I know what you're thinking, Ace, but absolutely not. Already this is going to be bigger than I want.” I argued. “How?” “Not including bride and groom? The Heart Pirates makes four (I'm counting known crew Members including Whitebeard cuz he has such a big ass crew) plus the Strawhats makes thirteen, plus the Red Haired pirates makes eighteen, plus Mihawk makes nineteen, plus your crew makes, twenty-five, plus Sabo and Dragon makes twenty seven, and plus Garp makes twenty-eight. Oh. And my blood brother which makes twenty nine. That's almost thirty people, at max, I'd be comfortable around fifteen.” “Why not just invite everyone you verbally call family, yoi?” “I don't verbally call Silver brother but he's related. No, I'll just get over my discomfort and invite family. Friends can find out on their own.” “Who do you consider friends besides your family, yoi?” “Kid, Killer and Doflamingo. Not so much Heat and Wire because I don't really know either of them. Maybe Buggy and Crocodile.” Ace frowned before placing a hand on my shoulder, causing me to look at him. “Jewel, you know what Doflamingo did to your fiancé, don't you?” he asked seriously. I sighed looking away. “Yeah. And trust me, I hate every fiber of his being for it, but I'm not one to hold grudges. So long as he doesn't do anything to hurt my family, he can do whatever he wants. I don't hold who you are against you unless I have good reason to. Besides, Doffy kinda has this charm to him that I can't resist.” “If charm is why you like Doflamingo so much, what made you fall for Trafalgar, yoi?” “Ah-ah-ah! You'll have to wait for the wedding for that one. Now, I'm going to go talk to Pops, ask if he'll help.” “You mean you're going to try to talk to Pops and squeak out your request,” Marco teased. “Bite me, Phoenix.” “Maybe later, Golden.” I still wasn't used to being called that, even though it's been a few months since I escaped Sabaody. Most of the time I was referred to by my name, Jewel, or my original epithet, Crimson. The Golden One was new and as I said, I'm not used to it. Heading over to Pops, I noticed two of his sons were chilling around next to him. “Izo, Jozu, could you give me a moment alone with Pops?” I requested. Jozu politely left without a word, though Izo sent a smirk my way. I scowled in his direction and motioned him off. Once they were gone, Whitebeard turned to me. “What can I do for you my child?” he asked. “Well, I need a favor and since you're so knowledgeable, I thought you'd be the best person to ask,” I explained before informing him of my request. After a moment of thought he agreed to help with some adjustments. Agreeing, I was told events would happen in a month and it was to be a surprise. A month later, I sat in a dressing room of the castle we were using for the wedding. I understood wanting a beautiful venue to hold the wedding, but why here of all places? The problem wasn't location exactly, it was residence. Somehow, Whitebeard had convinced Doflamingo to let Law and I have the wedding in the gardens of his castle on Dressrosa. Well, it is technically what I asked for, I thought with a sigh. My real issue is what's with this stupid dress? I specifically denied any allowance of femininity period. This must have been one of the adjustments Pops requested. A knock sounded at the door, taking me from my thoughts. “Yes?” I called. “It's time to start the ceremony, are you ready?” Shanks’ voice responded. “No. I'm not going out in this vile thing.” “Aw come on Jewel. Surely it's not that bad.” “Uncle Shanks, I despise anything feminine which is why I banned anything with femininity.” “So, you banned yourself?” Growling, I stood up, marched over to the door and yanked it open. “And exactly what part of me is feminine?” I snapped. Shakes grinned widely but it somehow looked different than his typical grin. “You look beautiful, Jewel! Your name totally suits you right now,” he complimented. I flushed bright red and fiddled my dress. I was wearing a strapless, dark blue dress with black mesh fabric over lacing it.“You really think so?” I questioned nervously. His grin softened into a plain warm smile. Then he took my hand and twirled me around to get the full view of my dress. “Stunning. You really are a Jewel today.” “Uncle Mihawk, what are you doing back here?” I asked. “Since Akagami and I both wanted to walk you down the aisle in place of your father, Whitebeard allowed us both to do it instead of choosing,” he explained. “Oh. That was nice of him. Why aren't you two in suits?” “It was arranged that only the bride and groom were to wear formal clothing. The rest of us were allowed to wear casual but nice clothes. Semi-casual.” I pouted. “No fair. I wanna wear semi casual!” “Not allowed, you're the bride,” Mihawk pointed out. “I know, I know. Can we get this over with?” “Eager to get married?” “More like out of this dress but that too.” “Save that for the honeymoon.” “Shanks, shut up.” Linking arms with both bad ass uncles, I headed out to the gardens. Reaching said gardens, I was completely awestruck by the sight. There were thousands if not millions of flowers of different varieties, colors, shapes and sizes. It was more beautiful than anything I'd ever seen before. “Look ahead,” Shanks suggested. I did as he said and felt my blood run cold. There, standing at the altar, was Law. And by god did he look fine. He wore black slacks and a button up dark gray shirt with a blue tie that matched my dress. His hair was combed but it still had that messy look I loved. He still had the goatee, sideburns and earrings, but what seemed to make him look so astonishing, was the genuine smile he wore and the happy shine it gave his silvery eyes. Slowly, nervously I began to back away, shaking my head. “No. No. I can't do this, I can't! Take me back, I can't do this,” I cried. “Jewel?” Shanks questioned. “I can't, I'm sorry. Please take me back.” He and Mihawk shared a look before taking me back inside and sitting me in a conveniently located chair. Then, Mihawk knelt in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. “Jewel, look at me,” he instructed. I looked into golden eyes and felt a small sense of comfort. “Now, what's gotten into you?” “I..I can't go through with this. I can't marry Law,” I responded. “Why not? You were so excited a minute ago.” I looked down at that. “Yeah, I was. Until I saw him. He's so amazing and wonderful and he deserves so much better than me.” Sighing, Shanks grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet. “Come here a minute, little niece,” he said. I followed him to a window and looked out. “Look over at Law. What do you see?” “He looks worried. Like he wants to come find me.” “And do you know why?” “He's… afraid I don't want to go through with this.” “Exactly. That's because he loves you, Jewel. He wants you by his side from now until you both die. You Jewel and nobody else. Did you see that smile when you came out?” “It was the happiest I'd seen him in a while.” “That was because he saw his wife. Not future wife, current wife. The way you saw him just now? That overwhelming attraction? He sees that in you everyday. Now, can you go back out there, put that smile back on his face and start a happy future with the surgeon of death?” I gave a firm nod, my confidence coming back full force. “Let's go make a surgeon happy.” With that said, Shanks, Mihawk and I returned to the garden and continued down the aisle. I swore I literally saw the weight of worry roll off of Laws shoulders when I grinned my usual goofy grin at him. “What was that all about?” he asked once I reached the altar. “Panic attack. I'm fine though, Uncle Shanks helped me out of it.” I answered. “Panic attack? Are you having second thoughts?” “Eh, I kind of was.” “Was it something I did?” “No! God, no, you're fine! Can we talk about this after the wedding?” “I'd like to know why you were having second thoughts before hand so I know you won't regret this.” “I….actually have one regret. But it's not about this. I mean it is, but….” I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, messing it up. Nami groaned from behind me. “I worked forever on that! Your hair's a mess to work with!” she complained. “Not the time, Nami. Anyway, Law, the only regret I have is that you have to spend the rest of your life with me instead of someone more worth your time.” “Jewel-ya, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you and without you by my side-actually, I'll let you hear that during the vows.” “Then you actually want to go through with it?” “Of course I do.” “OK then!” We fell silent as the officiant began the ceremony. I honestly tuned him out until I heard “I understand the bride and groom have written their own vows?” We both agreed. “Jewel-ya, you go first.” Law suggested. “Alright. Well then, Trafalgar Law, I've known you for about four years now and I couldn't be happier. I know it hasn't always been the easiest relationship, especially with me being so hardheaded and reckless, but you've stuck with me through it all and I'm glad. Law if it weren't for you, I’d’ve been dead years ago; mainly due to suicide. But I'm not and I have you to thank. With this ring, I promise to be there for you in sickness and in health, for better or worse, for richer or poorer till death do us part. Not a day will go by that I won't be glad that you found me and that I fell in love with you.” Once I finished, I swore the smile on Law's face could not have been any bigger. It was so genuine, that it honestly made him look like the innocent kid he once was. “Phoenix Jewels, you have got to be the most stubborn, hardheaded, irritating, reckless clutz I've ever met and that's saying something. I could list the things about you that irritate me, but now isn't the time. Today is the day I claim you as my wife with this ring until the day we both die. With you by my side, I feel as though even if I don't find the one piece, I can still become the king of pirates. This is the happiest day of my life and the only ones that could top it would be the birth of our future children.” “And now, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” “Don't mind if I do.” Smirking widely, Law leaned down and kissed me with every emotion he could possibly convey. I happily returned the kiss. Today was the day I finally found my eternal happiness and I absolutely loved it. TIME SKIP AFTER RECEPTION I plopped down on my bed, utterly exhausted. I never thought that a wedding that was kinda just a family gathering would be so draining. Maybe it was just my nerves from having met Dragon for the first time. Mini flashback “So you're the famous Jewel Sabo is always going on about.” Turning my head at the new voice, I came face to face with none other than Monkey D. Dragon, leader of the revolutionary army. Although he was admittedly more intimidating in person, he still seemed more approachable than others I'd met. “Mister Dragon! Hello, it's nice to finally meet you. And yes, I am indeed Jewel,” I greeted with a small bow of formality. “Er, well, I was Jewel anyway.” “Was Jewel?” “Yes. You see, Jewel was my last name; Phoenix Jewels. However, since I took Law's last name in the marriage, I'm now Phoenix Trafalgar. So I suppose I'm Trafalgar now. Or Phoenix.” “Your name matters not, young one. I will still refer to you as Jewel since that is who you are. Your name may change as often as you wish, but to those who know you, you will always be Jewel.” FLASHBACK END As scary as he seemed with that tattoo over half his face, he still came across as one of the nicest rebels I'd ever met. “So, Jewel-ya, was it everything you dreamed?” Law asked, breaking my thoughts. “No. Actually it was nothing like I dreamed,” I replied. He frowned at that. “Oh no?” “Mm-mm. There were far more people than I'd ever imagined, I never wanted to wear a dress since I hate the damn things, the venue was far more beautiful than I had ever dreamed of and the groom was far, far more handsome than I had ever even dared to hope for.” “Well, isn't that a good thing?” “I could've done with fewer people, no dress and a venue not as grand, but in the end, I like the way everything turned out.” “Really?” “Of course! My husband is one of the most awesome people I could've ever met. And he chose to be with me. He didn't even have to be bribed into doing it!” Law smiled and pulled me into a kiss. “And my wife is one of the most loving people I ever met. I'd be lost without her and I'm glad she decided to be with me forever,” he said. I smiled in return. “I love you, Trafalgar Law; my handsome and loving husband.” “I love you too, Phoenix Jewels; my beautiful and amazing wife. Sleep well tonight for tomorrow, we have our own personal celebration.” “Shouldn't we do that tonight?” “I'd love to, but I'm afraid I'd wear you out more than you already are. I want you at your best so you can share in the passion instead of just enduring mine.” I giggled and pulled him into a loving hug. “OK Law. Sleep well, I love you.” “I love you too, Jewel-San.” “San? But I thought that was only reserved for you know who?” “No, it's reserved for people with a very special place in my heart. As my wife, that includes you.” Grinning, I tackled him into the biggest bear hug I could possibly give. “I swear I love you more and more as this day progresses.” “I will always love you Jewel-San. Always.”

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