#doffy could be scuttle………

[dykelizard]

OH MY GOD ZOLU LITTLE MERMAID AU. LUFFY AS ARIEL ZORO AS ERIC CHOPPER AS ERICS BIG FLUFFY DOG GARP AS KING TRITON KOBY AS FLOUNDER USOPP AS SEBASTIAN SANJI AS THE CRAZY COOK THAT TRIES TO COOK SEBASTIAN ACE AND SABO AS ARIELS SEXY MERMAID SISTERS BYE I HAVE TO SPEND THE REST OF MY NIGHT DRAWING THIS.

#doffy could be scuttle……… #PLS GIVE ME IDEAS ON WHO COULD BE URSULA I CANT DECIDE #I DREW MERMAID LUFFY AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED…. #BRAINWORMS #one piece #zolu #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #the little mermaid #mermaid au #op #1pc #the little merluffy

[stackofstories]

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A man must be prepared to use a sword when he carried it into battle. As Nico handed the heavy wooden sword to Rebecca, he understood her resignation behind its use.

He settled into his place on the sand amongst grey stones and scuttling crabs. Everywhere hurt, but his hands hurt the most. They were red and bruised, some parts of him palm felt like leather.

The beach was secluded far away from toys and people alike, but not far enough where Nico forgot the flamingo guy. The sea was a welcoming blue today – the sky matched it without not a cloud in the sky. Grey black boulders rose awkwardly from the sea and ground. Toy Soldier claimed in a thousand years they’d be withered into nothing. Nico didn’t believe it.

When the sun rose its highest in the sky, he and Rebecca switched off training. Under the glare Nico squinted. Toy Soldier endeavored to bend to every mood and whimsy of Rebecca as a good toy. However, on this occasion Toy Soldier taught with a relentless ferocity, he wasn’t mean but he was strict. Glancing at his down Nico knew – as he bandaged hers and she his – their hands and yellow purple bruises matched each other’s.

Rebecca moved like the wind. She anticipated Toy Soldier’s attack, evading out of the thrust of his sword when she could. But the problem laid in her attack. When pushed to defense and offered an opening to mount her attack, Rebecca hesitated. The bokoten tilted downward with her eyes, her astonishing speed slowed to a splutter. Toy Soldier roared for an attack. The wind knocked out of Rebecca.

At first, Rebecca tried crying in hopes it would sway Toy Soldier. He offered gentle platitudes, but remained undeterred in his lesson. So to was Rebecca. Feet firmly planted on the ground, her cheeks puffed wide. “No.”

“Rebecca. You must. This isn’t a game.”

“No.”

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“Ne Ne, Viola and the boy approach,” Trebol said as he tapped his golden scepter the top glittered with amethyst.

So she has found him at last. She took longer than expected, Joker thought as he turned to Trebol with a snicker. He counted on Viola and her power, she never failed him.

“She took longer than expected,” said Trebol. “I was surprised…”

“But she completed the task. The boy escaped not Dellinger, but defeated one of Big Mom’s best.” He might have spoken mightily of the insult toward his family, it had stirred an anger in him that a nobody thought to deny him, but it the battle caught his attention. Weeks ago he saw a shadow of ice and darkness, the earth of Dressrosa shook with such ferocity he thought Whitebeard mounted an attack. But it was a boy. A normal boy if Amande’s description were to be believed.

The doors to thrones opened. In walked the very subjects they spoke about. Viola stopped halfway in the throne room, she caught the boy on the shoulder. But Doffy beckoned with slim fingers – approach. Viola sank to her knees first, then followed the boy.

“Stand,” Doffy said. “What’s this a present? It isn’t my birthday.”

Violet rose first. Because she was Family, she looked him in the eyes. “I have brought thorn in our Family’s side.” She pushed the boy in front of her.

How amusing. The boy in front of her was a short thing about the same size as Dellinger. Raven-haired and olive-skinned, he was an altogether an unremarkable boy but for his large eyes; two pools of obsidian. Glaring at him. Doffy’s grin widened.

“I’m not a present,” the boy said.

“Maybe. Maybe not. That’s for me to decide,” Doffy said. “What is your name?”

The boy considered him seriously. Strapped around his slight torso was a white scabbard, dwarfing him. “I’m Nico,” he said as if it hurt him to say the words. “Who are you?”

“This is Donquixote Doflamingo, brat!” spat Trebol. He rose from his seat. “The man who will be Pirate King.”

“He’ll be king of stuffed birds,” Nico dared to say. “You definitely aren’t cool enough to be a pirate.”

#ugh I hate this particular draft #I need to update you should see me in a crown #I have written like 5000 words as a generous estimate but this ain’t it #you should see in a crown #one piece crossover #percy jackson crossover #emptying my drafts #nico di angelo #rebecca one piece #donquixote doflamingo #One Piece x PJO #ignore me