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sabo-has-my-heart · 2 years

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Guardian Angel

So I got this idea from another tumblr user who made a short post about being Luffy’s guardian angel, so I decided to write my own thing on it.

You sighed as you looked down at the boy who ran through the most secure prison in the world. His name was Monkey D. Luffy and you were his Guardian Angel. Every person on the planet had a ‘guardian’ whether it was a Guardian Ancestor, a family gremlin, or a summoned demon, everybody had one. But Guardian Angels and high level Demons were only assigned to those of either great power or great importance. You’d known a few such others, you were vaguely acquainted with the Demon that watched over the one known as Marshall Teach, you’d met the Angel that guarded Garp on many occasions, and were good friends with the Guardian Angels of both Ace and Sabo, both of whom were just as exasperated with their wards as you were. That’s not to say you didn’t like the boy, he was sweet, kind, always helping people, even when he was being selfish, his selfishness often had a sort of helpful innocence to it. Forcing Sanji to join him and chase his dream, egging Vivi on to admit that she wanted to take Crocodile down, following Robin and shouting at her until she was honest with herself about wanting to live. You couldn’t interfere, of course, it was against the rules for a Guardian Angel to interfere, no matter how many of them desired to do so. Others often weren’t so restricted by such things, ancestors who gave warnings to their families, demons who actively and frequently gave their humans much more power than they should. That’s not to say you couldn’t help, you’d helped Luffy heal from a large number of wounds and had even aided his companion, Zoro's Guardian in healing the green haired man. But you couldn’t help as much as you’d like, meaning when you watched the boy get covered by Magellan’s poison, you were forced to sit back and hope for the best. You knew praying wouldn’t do any good, you were the creature people prayed to when hoping for a miracle. You could try and heal him, remove the poison from his system, you looked down at the suffering boy, you couldn’t be expected to just let him die, could you? Not after 17 years of constantly protecting and helping him. You took a shaky breath as you lowered down towards him, a hand hovering over his body when you heard a familiar voice. It was his friend, Bon Clay. You gave him a hopeful look as he took Luffy away and out of the cell, looking for someone who he thought could help. Once again, all you could do was hope that this person could help Luffy as you followed the two boys.

You hovered over Luffy as he screamed, pouring your healing into the boy. The one known as Ivankov had given you exactly what you needed. A way to heal Luffy, a way to perform a miracle without breaking any rules. The sounds of Bon Clay and the sudden will to live from Luffy made you smile. When mortals prayed for a miracle, when mortals pleaded for help from a force, even if they didn’t realize it, it could grant you more power, the ability to help more. The will to live, the fight in a person meant that you didn’t have to focus on keeping them alive and keep them from giving up. You wouldn’t let this boy die here, Ivankov said he had a low chance of survival? No, Luffy had a better chance than anyone realized. You smiled and panted as Luffy’s screams stopped, the boy shouting for food a moment later. You’d succeeded, with the help of Ivankov, Bon Clay, and the rest of the New Kamas, you had saved him. He would not die under your watch, not so long as you could do something about it. Following him around after that became a little harder, your energy was spent, without the prayers of the mortals, without their help, all of your energy had been spent healing Luffy.

Your eyes widened as you watched the war rage on. All across the battlefield ancestors, angels, demons, and spirits fought each other, each wishing to claim victory for their side. Even you fought, despite your fatigue, you fought on, for Luffy and for Ace. your breathing came out in heavy pants as you faced Ace’s Guardian Angel, the two of you laughing tiredly as you accompanied the two boys forward. The battle wasn’t over yet, Ace and Luffy still needed to get to safety, hell, you couldn’t even definitively say that the hard part was over yet.

“If that boy and I get out of here alive, I’m going to kick the hell out of the demon that aided Teach.” Ace’s angel joked as the two of you followed the boys.

“I’ll join you for forcing Luffy to go through this hell.” you responded, pausing as a shiver ran down your spine. Something was very, very wrong. Your head turned to face Luffy and Ace once again. Ace was staring down Akainu, the older man taunting Ace into reacting.

“He still hasn’t grown out of that?!” you demanded, looking at his angel who watched on worriedly.

“I can only protect him, I can’t change him.” Ace’s angel said, swallowing hard. You could only hope that neither boy would die today. You watched in horror as Akainu aimed for Luffy, time seeming to slow down around you.

“NO!” you screamed, not even realizing you were moving until you were behind him, your wings wrapped protectively around him. A scream was ripped from your lips as you felt the searing heat against your wings.

Luffy stared up at the being that encased him and his brother in a protective shield of pure white feathers. Their beauty was ethereal, even as they screamed in pain, the magma from Akainu’s fist burning through the white wings. Luffy felt himself being pulled backwards, the boy grabbing Ace’s wrist as the two of them were pulled away from Akainu. The entire battlefield stared on in awe at the angelic creature that glared at Akainu.

“The price I will pay for this will be serious, but I will not let him die here!” you shouted, grabbing both boys in your embrace before opening your wings to their full span, pouring every ounce of power you had outwards. You knew that every mortal in attendance could feel the full force of your divine power as many of them backed away. Those who didn’t were quickly blown back, their guardians unable to interfere without breaking the same rules you just had. Once those around you had been subdued, you pushed the boys forward, urging them to run. The shocked brothers complied with ease, running towards one of the ships as you stumbled along behind them. The fighting soon continued, the pirates suddenly bolstered by the appearance of an angel on their side.

You collapsed to the floor of the ship as it sailed away from the battle, Ace and Luffy in tow. Smiling, you looked up at the two boys who kneeled by your side, holding you up.

“I… Thank you for saving my little brother.” Ace said, tears running down his cheeks. He didn’t know who you were but you’d saved Luffy, that’s all he needed to know.

“I couldn’t let such a reckless, sweet boy die, not after all I’ve done to keep him alive up to this point.” you laughed hoarsely as you looked at your hand, it was fading, small orbs of light floating from your being.

“W-what’s happening?” Luffy asked, looking at your body in panic.

“I broke the rules, it’s time to pay the price.” you said simply as you faded faster.

“But you can’t! You saved me! I won’t allow you to disappear!” Luffy argued, holding your hand tightly. You laughed at him, he was always doing things like this.

“Don’t worry, Luffy. You’ll have a new guardian soon, one much better than me.” you said, smiling at him. You didn’t want to disappear, you didn’t know what would happen if you did.

“I don’t want another one! I want you!” Luffy said, not entirely sure what he was even saying. He hadn’t met you until today, yet he felt like he’d known you his entire life, like a close friend, one he didn’t want to disappear.

“That’s not up to me.” you said with a small shrug, your body almost completely gone, your form so transparent you could barely make out your form.

“NO! You can’t leave! I… I won’t allow it! I’m Monkey D. Luffy, the man who will be the next king of the pirates and I say that you’re not allowed to go! You… you’re going to join my crew!” the boy shouted, one hand still holding yours, the other on your opposite shoulder. Your head felt like it was spinning with his declaration, your vision turning black. You were no longer his guardian angel, you were no longer an angel at all.

Super nervous about posting this one, but uh... I hope you enjoyed it.

#guardian angel #one piece #Luffy #one piece luffy #angel reader #portgas d ace #marineford

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 305: Worst Intervention Ever

Previously on BnHA: Shinomori, whose name took me an entire week to memorize, was all, “nice to meet you Deku, I’m ten feet tall, do you want to know how I died?” and without waiting for an answer explained that he kicked it from old age at forty thanks to good ol’ OFA. Deku was all “wait a minute, then how come All Might, who’s fifty-five and is definitely dyeing his gray hair, is still alive?” First and Shino were all, “we really have no fucking clue but we think it’s cuz he’s quirkless, JUST LIKE YOU!” So basically, since quirkless people don’t exactly grow on trees these days, Deku is probably going to be the last user of OFA. The chapter ended with Nana being all, “psst, Deku, about my grandson. Uh, can you kill him?” which is sure to lead to a very interesting conversation this week.

Today on BnHA: Nana And The Gang are all “so, Deku, how can we put this delicately. The thing is, we’re pretty sure that AFO really fucked my grandson up, so on the off chance you can’t save him, how would you feel about, you know... [throat slitting gesture].” Deku is all “idk you guys, I kinda feel like he’s really just a traumatized child at heart and he’s in a lot of pain and stuff and so I should try to help him.” The Vestiges are all “BUT WHAT IF YOU CAN’T” and Deku is all “BUT I WANT TO TRY, DAMMIT” and the Vestiges are all “well when you put it that way, we, uh, were just testing you, so congrats, you passed!” The chapter ends with First being all, “ANYWAY SO WHY DON’T YOU TWO SHY BOYS STANDING OVER THERE IN THE SHADOWS COME SAY HELLO” before we CUT AWAY FOR ANOTHER WEEK, goddammit.

seriously, Nana

just... have you met Deku?? look, if you really want Tomura dead, just sic him on the U.A. first years and tell Shouto and Honenuki that it’s a training exercise

oh my god lmao

we’re too far away to see Nana’s face here so I will just assume that she turned and is staring DIRECTLY INTO THE CAMERA for this one line lmao. “I just wanted to clarify in case anyone felt inclined to take my dialogue out of context and spend an entire week complaining about it”

oh my god?! are you all purposely trying to make me sad??

someone stop me before I launch into an impromptu rant about all my Tomura feels. WHY IS NOBODY STOPPING ME. oh my god but yes, exactly. he’s just in pain all the time. this is exactly why I think Tomura has such high redemption potential even though so far he seems to lack so many of the redemption arc essentials such as feeling remorse, wanting to change, and taking responsibility for his actions. the reason why I’m willing to overlook all that in his case is because Tomura has essentially had zero agency his entire life. AFO molded him into a killer by making sure he was in constant mental agony, and making it so that the only thing that even slightly relieved that agony was killing peeps. like, please don’t think I’m making excuses for him or anything, but if you take a child and manipulate their existence to make it virtually impossible for that child to grow up as anything other than a killer, and basically never give him the chance to be anything else, then no shit he’s gonna be a killer?? he’s basically never had the choice not to be. it’s never been an option for him. anyways I feel like I am EXPLAINING MYSELF SO BADLY but nonetheless I am prepared to die on this hill

anyway so now Nana is all “that’s a rhetorical question btw because Our Hearts And Minds Are One so we can feel everything you feel bro.” so yeah, that’s interesting

now Banjou is getting started on the “let’s try and talk Deku out of wanting to save Tomura because it’s insane” part of their OFA Mystical Space Void Reunion agenda

look, Banjou, I feel you, I really do. you guys don’t think it’s realistic that Deku can defeat Tomura without killing him. so if it’s a choice between killing Tomura vs letting Deku and everyone else in the entire world die, then duh, you think Deku should kill him. I get it! and if this were a real life mass murderer I’d totally agree with you. but the problem is that this isn’t real life, this is a sympathetic shounen villain with a tragic past who might as well have FUTURE REDEMPTION ARC RECEIPIENT stamped on his forehead at this point

so First is all “look, there’s absolutely no doubt my brother has fucked this kid up good and proper by now”, which, again, fair

though, that’s kind of exactly my point though. everything that Tomura is, everything he’s done, he’s done because of AFO. AFO has so effectively shaped his personality and his worldview by this point that it’s all but impossible to penetrate that. he’s AFO’s puppet. but the problem is that rather than treating him like a victim, you all are treating him like a casualty. like he’s already a lost cause. but good luck trying to convince Deku of that

WHOA WHAT, RANDOM SUPER-IMPORTANT AND BIZARRELY UNRELATED EXPOSITION DROPPED IN JUST LIKE THAT??

way to still not reveal Sixth’s name, btw. THE PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW, DAMMIT. but also so this confirms something we basically already knew already, which is that not even AFO can steal OFA. it literally can’t be taken away by anyone unless the owner wills it. SO SUCK ON THAT AFO YOU EGG

(ETA: so I have no idea why this was omitted from this translation, but apparently the Sixth’s name was revealed as “En”, which is obviously not his full name but at least it’s something. also he most likely has a fire or smoke-related quirk based on the kanji used, 煙.)

so Banjou is saying that Deku’s “lack of an iron will” could be a disadvantage against AFO. hahaha what?? Midoriya “I’ll break all of my bones without blinking an eye just to protect someone” Izuku lacks an iron will? do tell

he says this is going to be a test of Deku’s determination. well yeah, no shit. but just not in the way you guys think

OH HELLO AGAIN

darker hair again here! but I don’t trust the contrast in these scans at all after last week. his coveralls are way darker than they looked before too, and you can clearly see he’s standing in the shadows now

(ETA: yep, once again the raw shows that his hair is considerably lighter than what’s shown in these scans here. although there’s no mistaking now that his hair is consistently being colored in this slightly darker shade, and it’s not just the lighting.)

anyways lol First was saying something about how AFO can’t steal OFA, and they’ve spent all this time cultivating it as the ultimate weapon against AFO, and blah blah blah. go on then, keep lecturing

NANA GODDAMMIT NONE OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT

girl what?? you did everything in your power to protect your family, and AFO, fucked up man that he is, targeted them anyway. there is one person and one person only to blame for what’s happened to Tomura, and that potato-faced asshole needs a good kick in the balls

NANA GODDAMMIT DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE

SO HELP ME GOD!! I WILL GIVE YOU THE BIGGEST HUG YOU’VE EVER HAD!! THAT IS A THREAT

so now Nana is all “I’m just going to call my grandson a Thing to ensure that fandom has only the freshest, grass-fed no-hormones-added discourse this week”

I don’t even need to drop into the tags to know exactly which specific people are going to respond to this, and what kind of posts they are going to write lmao. everyone’s all caught up in the “that thing”, and meanwhile I’m over here completely hung up on this “nay” that’s appeared out of NOWHERE you guys. look at that. she really said “NAY”

Nana, my love, my dearest, I feel you girl I really do. but he’s not an unforgivable manifestation of pure evil, Deku is exactly right actually, he’s a boy in pain. you guys need to stop questioning Deku’s shounen protagonist instincts here and just let him work his sparkly magic. “let’s try and convince Midoriya Fucking Izuku that he can’t save someone” is a plan that is NEVER going to turn out well you guys

“DEKU GODDAMMIT WHAT IF WE CAN’T SAVE HIM” lmao it’s like an intervention

“DAMMIT DEKU JUST ADMIT YOU HAVE A SAVING PEOPLE PROBLEM!”

RED ALERT IT’S ANOTHER CLOSE-UP OF THE BACK OF MISTER TWO BON CLAY’S HEAD OMG

(ETA: I was too distracted with freaking out about Two and Three to really appreciate how ridiculously handsome First looks in this panel. but on my second readthrough it stood out so much that I had to go back and add an extra bullet point just to talk about how hot he is. look at him. wtf.)

THAT IS DEFINITELY AN UNDERCUT. THE PLOT THICKENSSSS. also those are fucking exhaust vents on Mister Three’s neck. MISTER THREE COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE RELATED TO THE IIDAS, PLEASE TELL ME YOUR SECRETS I’M DYING OVER HERE

so now Deku is launching into what will undoubtedly be a “saving people problems require SAVING PEOPLE SOLUTIONS” heroic counter-speech!

I mean, they can already feel the “lol nah I’m gonna try and save him” feelings running through him lol. ~OuR hEaRtS aNd MiNdS aRe CoNnEcTeD~ and all that. this is just a formality, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love a good shounen protag speech

oh wait hold up, do you mean to tell me that the whole “hearts and minds are connected” thing I was just mocking just a paragraph ago actually allowed Deku to feel what Tomura was feeling?? like literally feel it??

YET AGAIN these Tomura feels are pounding on my front door you guys?? they just will not quit?? people my house is already full of feels, does it look like I need you to sell me any more of them?? -- what do you mean, they’re free??

AW YISS THAT’S IT DEKU. THAT’S SOME GOOD SPEECH RIGHT THERE

I appreciate the contrast here between the Douchebag Triumvirate of Overhaul, Muscular, and Stain versus the Misguided Twosome of Gentle and La Brava. never let it be said that Deku doesn’t know the difference between a redeemable villain and an unredeemable one

OH NO -- OH MY GOD

someone please help me I need directions to the OFA Spooky Galactic Nebula Realm in this fictional Japanese manga land. it’s not on google maps. I need to give these two babies a big hug and wrap them up in a blanket and treat them to some McDonalds Happy Meals please help

other things: (1) ENDEAVOR CHILLING OUT IN DEKU’S “PEOPLE I HOLD DEAR” PANEL LMAO NEON DISCOURSE EXTRAVAGANZA, (2) “ONE FOR ALL IS A POWER TO SAVE, NOT TO KILL” I’M ABOUT TO CRY DEKU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE TO FEEL ALL THIS LOVE, (3) [SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE] THERE’S YOUR MOTHERFUCKING IRON WILL!!!!!!!! -- I’m sorry, please don’t call security, I’ll be good

I just randomly remembered that Deku is still saying all of this in his muffled “FMMPHHMMPHMM” voice and I’m somehow cracking up lol. so actually it’s a very good thing Their Hearts And Minds Are Connected, otherwise they’d no doubt be all, “...what?”

(ETA: so I completely missed this on account of it literally not being visible in the scan at all, but in the raw you can clearly see Baby Kacchan and Baby Shouto fanboying over All Might in two of these panels, and excuse me, ma’am??

thank you very much Deku for including them in your montage, particularly since you’ve never seen Baby Shouto before lol. amazingly accurate image you managed to conjure up, all things considered.)

SDKFJLSKHG -- AS IF ON CUE???

HE’S SO ADORABLE HELP?? Trippy Space All Might looks like he’s about to cry, and First is all “don’t crack a smile... you have to be Firm and Serious here... dammit, don’t smile” omg

anyways! YOU GO DEKU. “MY QUIRK MY RULES, BITCHES” damn, son

KLJLKKHLG TRIPPY SPACE ALL MIGHT LITERALLY ACTUALLY IS CRYING ALL MIGHT HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

“I JUST... [CLENCHES FIST] REALLY LOVE SAVING PEOPLE” FUCKING HELL LMAO THIS IS THE WORST INTERVENTION OF ALL TIME

Deku is literally all “sure, maybe I’ll have to kill him, but have you guys also considered, MAYBE NOT??” it’s no use Nana he’s too powerful

LMAO FIRST

“like I’ve been saying this whole time, you should definitely try saving Shigaraki Tomura.” “but, uh... First, didn’t you just -- ” “shut up”

(ETA: clearly it’s not just his brother who inherited those smooth-talking genes.)

so now Deku has turned back into a sixteen year old and his clothes have gone missing again. just OFA things

dskljdlsklgk

yes... sure... “testing” you...

HEY

FIRST OF ALL, DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI YOU MADE NANA CRY. even if I’m pretty sure they’re actually tears of happiness/relief. and SECOND OF ALL, “TELL MY BOYFRIEND I SAID HI” DJSKDLKJJL ANYWAY MAYBE GRAN, NANA, AND MR. SHIMURA WERE IN A THROUPLE

[SCREAMS]

WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE?? WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE!!!!!

(ETA: and two-to-one odds that we cut away to some other scene once they finally start to turn around next week. I’M CALLING IT NOW. giving myself a week to brace myself for the rage.)

fucking hell. well if anyone needs me I will be adding Horikoshi fucking Kouhei to the list of irredeemable villains, peace

#bnha 305 #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #shimura nana #ofa the first #banjou daigorou #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #'deku. sweetheart. your other vestiges and I just want what's best for you'#'have you tried... *not* saving people?'#only to backpedal SPECTACULARLY when he was all 'WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT SAVING THEM'#yeah okay guys #you're not fooling anyone #but it's okay I still love you

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thewildomega · 3 years

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Star in the Sand Ch. 21

"Again! Again!" Luffy Cheered.

Humming you thought for a moment before looking to him. "You stabbed yourself under the eye to show Shanks that you had what it took to be a pirate." you told him and heard him laugh loudly while Bon Clay gasped.

"Do Zoro next."

"No." the swordsman grunted.

"So in this world you grew up in we are all some characters in a book?" Nami asked in disbelief.

Nodding you sipped at the fruit smoothie Sanji had made you.

"Yea and I'm the main character." Luffy boasted with a large smile.

"That means you already knows how everything is going to go." Ussop said.

"Well not exactly, the story wasn't done yet and I wasn't caught up."

"How far were you then? How much of our 'story' have you seen?" Zoro asked.

"I've only read up until a little after you get to the New World."

"Then you could tell us and..."

"No!" Luffy spoke up, his voice firm. "I don't want to know what our future holds, I want it to be a adventure."

Looking to him you grinned softly and gave a nod, silently promising not to say a word.

"Interesting. Would you perhaps mind answering some questions for me about your world later Y/n?" Robin asked.

"Not at all." you told her before quickly moving to cover a yawn.

Grinning at the pregnant woman Robin stood. "Come Y/n I'll show you to your bed. I've heard pregnancy can make a woman quite fatigue."

Shaking your head you went to object but Nami stood up and smiled as well. "Not to mention the hell you went through, I'm sure your whooped. We've still got a ways to go so you might as well sleep while we go."

"Yes Y/n you need some proper sleep, let's try to get those dark circles faded a bit before you are reunited with Mr. Zero." Bentham spoke.

Grinning you stood. "Thank you. Sanji I can clean up if..."

"Don't even think about it." the cook spoke. "A sweet princess like you needs her sleep so go on and when you wake up I'll have another healthy snack ready."

Smiling up at the blond you thanked him again and then Luffy before following Robin towards the rooms, hearing Bon wish you a goodnight. Getting to the girl's room you looked over the room enough to get a sense of it but not so much as to seem nosey. There was Nami and Robin's beds on one side but you saw another bed had been made up as well, it looked different than the others but none less comfy.

"Here you are, I believe Franky outdid himself given the time." Robin smiled.

Blinking you looked to the bed with actual blankets and pillows, feeling tears prickle your eyes again. "It looks perfect." you said in a quiet voice. "I really don't know how to thank you all... I wish there was something I could do or something I could give you."

Humming the brunet tilted her head a bit. "You and Crocodile are quite different from each other."

"So everyone tells me." you grinned, your fingers moving to your locket at hearing your soulmate's name.

"If I may ask, what is it in your locket? I've noticed every time someone mentions his name your fingers move to it out of reflex it would seem."

Looking down to the gold locket you grinned and moved to open it and turn it to her a bit as she stepped forward. "I know it's not a real picture but it's all I have."

Grinning at the sketch of her old boss she chuckled softly. "I think it is wonderful, did you draw it?" she asked and saw the woman nod. "You are very talented."

Looking down some you grinned a little, "Thank you."

"I'll leave you to rest now. If you need anything just let one of us know."

Watching the woman leave you sighed and moved into the bed. Curling up you opened the locket again and looked at the sketch of Crocodile. "I love you Croc." you whispered. Kissing the small picture you closed the locket back and curled up, your hand instinctively moving over your stomach as your eyes closed. Having your belly full for the first time in months mixed with the warmth of the soft bed, it took no time at all for you to fall into a deep sleep.

.............................

"Hey! Hey! Come on don't be dead wake up."

Hearing the male voice you gasped and quickly started coughing up water. Feeling someone help turn you over and gently pat your back as you coughed you looked up and saw Franky there.

"There you go. You scared me there for a second." he said with a chuckle. "Hey I got Y/n, she's okay!" he yelled down to Robin and Nami.

"Thank you." you told the cyborg as he helped you stand up on the large coral. You had completely forgot about how they entered Fishman Island and were fast asleep when the water suddenly swept into the ship. Attempting to swim out you quickly got disoriented and started to loose air. You must have passed out but lucky for you Franky was there to save you.

"Don't mention it."

"Y/n are you alright?" Nami asked as she and Robin moved over to you.

"Yes."

"I wonder where the others are?"

"I'm sure they are safe." i

"So what now?"

Listening to them all talk you heard them mention going to do their own things and licked your lips as they turned to you.

"What do you want to do Y/n?" Nami asked.

"I don't think it would be wise for me to go into the city. I've just escaped from prison and well with Big Mom claiming the island I don't want to be spotted by anyone working for her." you told them.

"Why? What's one of the four emperors got against you?"

"I'm well she's my grandmother."

"Big Mom is your Grandmother?!"

Nodding you looked down and then back up. "Yes. I've never met her but I know she doesn't like me... in fact I'm fairly certain she wants me dead."

"But you're her grandchild why would she want her own family dead." Franky asked.

"I've been told I was not approved to be born, my father, her son, went behind her back and married my mother. When she found out they had me she killed them and tried to kill me but I was sent to that other world. Now I think she sees me as proof of a mutiny so the only way to fix it is to kill me."

"But you're pregnant." Nami said with wide eyes.

"She was going to kill me when I was a baby I don't think she would care if I was pregnant." you shrugged.

"How about you come with me then Y/n, I plan to stay out of the city so no one will see you." Robin suggested.

Nodding you gave her a smile. "Thank you."

"Alright it's settled then. I'll see if I can track down the others." Nami said and with a wave everyone was off.

Walking with Robin towards the Poneglyph you answered any question she had about your world. You truly didn't mind, Robin was easy to talk to and after being alone in that prison cell for so long it was nice to have company again. It also helped that she knew your dear Croc more than the others and she seemed to enjoy the idea of the two of you being with one another.

"Does Crocodile know you are pregnant with his child?"

Shocked by her sudden question that wasn't about your world you blinked and subconsciously moved a hand to your womb where that small bump now was. "Yes or rather he did before I was taken. We had just found out the night before."

Humming she rose her chin. "How is it you plan on finding him once we get to the new world? Do you know where he is?"

Shaking your head you sighed, "No. Before I was taken we were in the New World, sailing from one island to the next. I don't know if he is still doing that or not but I'm hoping this will lead me to him." you spoke, opening your locket and carefully removing his picture to show her the compass underneath. When her eyes went a bit wide however and her brows rose you furrowed your own. "What? What is it?" you asked, glancing down to the compass yourself.

"Is that a... May I see it please?"

Licking your lips you removed your most prized position and handed it over to her. She said nothing as she examined it for a moment but when she handed it back you saw the slight grin on her face. Slipping it back on you looked to her for answers.

"I've never seen one in real life but I've heard about them, Heart Compasses. From what I have read they have all thought to be destroyed hundreds of years ago but that is clearly one. The stories say that they will lead the wearer to their destined love no matter where in the world the other is. Many have been killed to be the next owner of the compass, some even charged people to use them. That will definitely lead you to him if it is one but I would keep it hidden for the time being."

Nodding you tucked the locket back into your shirt. Looking forward you gave a small smile. "I'll leave you to it then."

Following the woman's eyes she smiled at the Poneglyph before looking back to her travel mate. "Stay close."

While waiting for Robin to read and think about the Poneglyph you thought about the conversation the two of you had had. You knew what would happen as soon as you got to the New World and knew there wouldn't be much time for Luffy and the others to take you off to find Crocodile, not if they were to keep to their own story. Biting your lip you sighed, there had to be another way. You hadn't gotten much further than Fishman island in the manga but you at least knew where the next destination was. If you could somehow get a letter to Croc maybe he could meet you there. From what you had read News Coos could be paid to deliver private letters but still you would have to be smart about it. The last thing you needed was the World Government getting their hands on your letter. Think.

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By the time You and Robin had gotten back to the Sunny you saw most of the crew there as well, all except for Usspo, Brook, Bon and Zoro but you knew they were at the palace. As the plan was decided you looked to Luffy when he turned to you.

"Y/n I think you should stay on the ship when we get there. I don't want baby gator to get hurt."

"Y/n, Firelocks Y/n? Daughter of Vincent Charlotte?"

Nodding to Luffy you saw Jinbe looking to you and grinned at him. "Hello Jinbe, it's nice to meet you."

"I saw you in the paper months ago. I pained me to know that Vincent's daughter had been imprisoned. I knew your father very well, he was a good man, the only level headed Charlotte I've ever met."

"So I've come to understand." you chuckled softly.

"Come on we don't have time for this now, you two can talk later." Nami spoke.

Getting aboard the Sunny you took a deep breath, time for the battle. Arriving at the center of the fight you stood on the deck like Luffy had told you to. Although the plan had been to try and keep you and your baby safe some of the fishmen and slaves quickly tried to get aboard the ship and then you didn't really have much choice but to fight.

"Give it up girly, you're surrounded."

Kicking one of the barrels towards him you managed to knock him down and grabbed the broom that had been leaning up against the mast. Swinging it through the air you smacked the nearest fishman in the head with it. Shoving them from the ship and taking out as much as you could your pitiful weapon soon broke and you heard them laughing. Looking up as they formed a semi-circle around you you swallowed hard but before any of them could attack they were being cut down.

"If you are going to fight pick a better weapon." Zoro spoke.

Snapping your eyes to the swordsman you saw him jumping back down to the ground and took a deep breath. Looking around at all the fallen people on the deck you caught sight of something and raised your chin. Grabbing the spear you gripped it tightly as you heard more enemies making their way onto the ship. It wasn't your father's but maybe Katakuri would be right. Seeing the fishmen come charging at you you took your stance. You hoped he was.

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By the time the fight was over you were ready to collapse. Watching as Jinbe donated blood to Luffy you grinned and leaned against the railing of the ship, closing your eyes for a moment.

"Y/n are you alright?" Nami asked as her and Bon came rushing onto the ship. Looking over all the bodies and then to the small woman she feared she may be hurt but relaxed when the woman lifted her head and looked to them with tired eyes and nodded.

"You took out all of these people? By yourself?!" Bentham gawked.

Humming you looked back to Nami, "I broke your broom, sorry."

"Forget the broom I'm just glad you're alright." Nami laughed.

Sitting on one of the massive fish between Jinbe and Robin you smile softly at the huge celebration going on around you. Listening as Jinbe speaks to you about your father you sighed. "I would have loved to meet him... and my mother."

Humming Jinbe places his hand on the woman's shoulder. "They would be very proud of the woman you have become Y/n." Seeing her grin a little and look down he noticed her hand absent mindfully stroking her lower stomach and blinked. "Pardon my forwardness but I must ask. I heard Luffy mention something before the battle about you staying on board the ship so that a 'baby gator' wouldn't get hurt. Tell me Y/n are you with child?"

Looking up at the fishman you nodded. "Yes."

Knitting his brows he hummed again. "I saw on your wanted poster that you were also affiliated with Crocodile."

Knowing what he was getting at you sighed and gave a bittersweet grin, "Yes, he is my soulmate."

"I see and is he..."

"He's the father yes." Answering all of Jinbe's questions you saw him shut his eyes and shake his head when you told him about being imprisoned in Impale Down.

"The fact that you were able to continue carrying your child through all of that shows how determined and strong you truly are, much like Vincent. Crocodile and I do not see eye to eye in the slightest but if he cares for you and your child then I give you my blessing in finding him. I wish I could tell you where to start your search but alas I have not heard anything of him since the war."

"He is good at going undetected." you huffed. There was a bit of silence for a moment as you glanced to the party below, seeing Brook had joined in on the music. Thinking you looked back to Jinbe. "Jinbe, there wouldn't happen to be a way to send a letter directly to him would there?"

Swallowing his drink he glanced back down to the woman. "News Coos can be paid off to deliver private letters yes but they are often looked over by Marines should the Coo cross their path. If they were to find it and see it was addressed to someone as famous and wanted as Crocodile then they would no doubt follow the Coo to his location."

Biting your lip you nodded, "But say I could think of a code of sorts, something that only we would know..."

"Then yes it is possible." Seeing her thinking he raised his chin. "If you get the letter written then I will pay for the letter to be sent."

Snapping your eyes back up you shook your head, "I don't have anything to pay you back with or..."

"I want nothing in return. Vincent was a friend of mine and I will do whatever I can to help his child be with her family again."

Swallowing you blinked away the tears threatening to fall and smiled at him. "Thank you Jinbe, truly."

Smiling he asked the fish you were on to carry you down further and helped you into the part of the palace that had air in it. Asking someone to bring you paper and a pen so you could write your letter while the rest of the crew took time away from the party. Sitting on the floor you leaned back against the wall with your knees pulled up and the pad of paper on your lap. Looking at the blank paper you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. This was it. Be smart. Think. Opening your eyes as it came to you you started writing your letter to your lost love.

Sealing the envelope you walked over to Jinbe when you noticed he and the others were done talking.

"You have it ready then?" he asked and saw her nod. "Very well. I will send it now. I hope it finds it's way.

"Thank you Jinbe."

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Standing aboard the ship beside Bon you watched as Luffy and everyone ese said goodbye, a soft smile on your face. Giggling a little when Sanji and Zoro went at it you heard Bon call your name and looked up to him.

"I heard Jinbe got your letter to Mr. Zero sent off." he said and saw her nod.

"Yes I hope it makes it's way to him."

Seeing her yet again holding onto her locket he smiled. "You will be with him again soon Y/n.... and you too little one." he spoke, bending over to speak to her tiny baby bump.

Smiling you looked down as Bon spoke to your belly, telling the unborn baby how adorable he or she was going to be but how they had to smile more than their father.

"Ah yes before I forget. For you Ms. Y/n, I along with the rest of fishman island would like to offer you a pregnancy gift. Jinbe spoke to me about your current situation and I would like to thank you for offering your help even in your delicate state. I hear it is customary in humans to give gifts while expecting and so I hope this is acceptable." Neptune spoke in his deep voice.

Looking up to the king you were a little taken back when he held out his hand, a tiny wrapped box sitting in his palm. Blinking you looked up to him and saw him smiling behind his mustache and gave a smile back, bowing your head as you slowly reached out to take the gift. Seeing the royal family as well as everyone else watching you you licked your lips and opened the box to see a metal box inside decorated with a mermaid and other sea life. It looked to be made of silver and as you flipped the small latch on it and opened it you heard a soft tune start playing. It was a music box. Smiling you looked up to the King. "It's beautiful. Thank you."

"Hey I want one of those." Luffy grumbled.

"You're not pregnant!" Nami scolded, smacking the captain in the head.

Listening to the soft melody play out you bit your lip and looked up the huge merman again. "Thank you so very much."

"Of course."

Giving Jinbe a smile and a bow of your head as you left you took a deep breath as Luffy gave the order to set sail. Placing a hand on your belly you closed your eyes, praying to whatever higher power that would listen, asking them to reunite your family again.

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Sitting at his desk the room was silent except for the sound of the scratching of his pen on the paper. Adjusting the cigar in his mouth he breathed out a puff of smoke around the rolled tobacco. Thankfully there wasn't much else to do as far as this deal went and if everything went according to plan he would make a large amount of money on it. Reading over what he had just wrote he was startled by a sudden tapping at the office window. Sitting up he turned his head some and looked to see a news coo perched on the trim outside. "I've already got a paper today." he told it and turned back to his work. Not a moment later did it tap it's beak on the glass again. Sighing he turned to it. "I don't want one." he grunted. When it still didn't fly off he stood and moved over to open the window. "I'm not buying anoth..." Before he could finish his sentence the thing was pulling out a envelop from his bag and holding it out to him. Just starring at it for sometime he heard the thing make a noise and reached out to take it. Looking over the blank envelope that was sealed shut he saw no name on the front and knit his brows. Lifting his eyes to the bird he took out some money and gave it to it, watching it fly off before closing the window and moving to sit back at his desk.

The wax seal was made in blue wax and he didn't recognize it. It didn't even have his name on the front of it or a senders. Breaking the seal he cautiously looked inside but saw nothing but a piece of paper, a letter. Pulling it out he flipped it open and knit his brows tightly at the first words.

Child of Storm,

Just what the hell was this? Child of storm, the meaning of his name, thunder and lightning. Rayden. Biting down on his cigar he looked to the next line.

I pray this letter finds you. There is so much I wish I could say but I was told to keep it short so let's play a game. Here are the instructions, Open '80's Playlist. First letter of each song. Ready? Go.

His lip twitched for a moment and while he normally would have thought this was some sort of trick he quickly and slightly clumsy yanked open his desk drawer and grabbed his darling's phone. Typing in the passcode he swiped across the screen to her music and went to the playlist she had named. Snapping his eyes back to the letter he saw numbers. Song numbers? Maybe.

#78, #99, #63....

Okay, 78. Number 78. Scrolling down he got to the song title. Purple Rain. First letter. Grabbing his pen he wrote the letter P down. Next number, 99. Under Pressure, U. On and on he went, scrolling to the song number listed. No one like you, N. Kickstart my Heart, k.

Finishing the list he looked down at what it was he had wrote. 'Punk Hazzard' Punk Hazzard, the island Vegapunk had been using. He knew it was inhabitable now from the explosion. Unfolding the rest of the paper he looked to the bottom and felt his cigar fall from his lips.

Until we are together again, Starlight.

Y/n. His star. She had made it out. How? Shaking his head he stood so fast his chair fell backwards. Shoving her phone in his pocket he folded her letter and grabbed his coat. Hurrying from the room he pulled out his den den and called Daz.

"Yes s..."

"Ready the ship, we are leaving. Now." was all he said before hanging up. He didn't even bother packing a bag. His soulmate was waiting for him and he wouldn't keep her waiting.

#One Piece Fanfiction #Sir Crocodile #one piece crocodile #crocodile fanfiction #crocodile x reader #sir crocodile x reader #one piece crocodile x reader #soulmate #soulmarks #soulmate au #crocodile x ofc

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victorie552onepiecespeedrun · 3 years

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Reading One Piece pt 284: You Got A Friend In Me

Chapter 531

Thoughts:

- wait, why is That chapter called “Starvation Hell”. I know it’s gonna confuse me at some point

- “How was he able to slip through!?” dumb luck, stubbornness, help from past enemies and plot armor of ******* adamantium

- “If Ace were to escape, the WG and Impel Down would be the laughing stock of the whole world!” good

- “Who’s there?” “I’m Miss Sadie, the torturer” …Oda, I have questions

- She’s also a chief of security and I think she’ll get fired very soon

- “”Miss” Sadie? You think you’re being cute or something?” agsksafjajgskjds, someone said it! Also RIP that soldier guy. I think it was Random Soldier #5231. Bless you, man

- ew

- (Random Soldier #5231 is fine, don’t worry)

- oh, she wants to catch them herself

- oh, they’re shutting Impel Down down D: how Luffy will even get out of this prison? This plan is so badly thought out, by what I mean there is no plan

- “A koala?” a koala?

- oho. It’s visiting hours, Ace

- “you have a special visitor, Ace! Can you guess who it is? Even you’ve never met her, Jimbei” huh, they really are cellmates, just like that. And really? Jimbei and Hancock never met? Wasn’t Hancock a Warlord for 11 years?

- lol

- “…” “…” “…” that’s a lot of silence

- why is Crocodile there with his own silen… oh, right

- stop fucking catcalling her, prisoners, or I swear to God will get there and stop you myself

- “What do you want?” “I have no business with you. I just wanted to take a look at the man who was the trigger for the war I’m about to participate in.” oof

- “So I’m just a curiosity, eh?” well, it’s actually a good idea to see the reason for this whole mess. I would like to see the guy who started it too

- (Ace actually didn’t start it all of course, it’s a simplification. This war was coming and coming, and everyone jumped on the first opportunity to armor up. And Hancock is also only binding her time before Luffy gets Ace out)

- (everyone should stop telling Ace that war is because of him. He’s already beaten down and in prison, there’s no need to kick him more)

- ohhhh, Jimbei is mad! He’s asking why’s Hancock listening to WG now, of all times (they threatened her island, man)

- Magellan got mad at prisoners for yelling for Hancock too

- wow. It’s Hydra

- and Hancock is leaving. Just like that. I would be mad if I was Ace

- “Oh, yes. He was afraid… you’d be mad at him if he came.” Oh.

- the others didn’t hear her

- “Ace… what did she say to you?” “She said my little brother… is here!” he got it!!!

- haha, apparently Ace talks about Luffy all the time :D

- with Luffy

- guards and Sphinx got him

- !?

- …Zoro… nope, that’s Bon Clay aka Mr.2

- (good thing you didn’t see my face right now)

- “That’s not Zoro.” yep

- “Bon Clay! I was so disappointed cause you’re not Zoro! But… you’re alive!” same, Luffy, same :D

- poor cat

- “Another escapee? Are they recruiting as they go?” this is exactly what is happening, yes

- awwww, hugs

- oh right, Bon Clay was supposed to be dead, I forgot. Good thing it’s not the case

- “I heard you want to get to Level 5! There’s somebody I want to see on Level 5 too! Let’s go together!”

Finally, a real friend in this hell :D

rOP 283 rOP 285

#one piece #one piece speed read #one piece reaction #I'm half expecting Red Skull to lurk somewhere in the corner now #chapter 531 #one piece chapter 531 #531 #spoiler #spoilers #have a nice day #rOP 284

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where-s-all-blue · 4 years

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Here's something very important people seem to conventionally forget while they're tripping over themselves in order to shame Oda over trans presentation:

The residents of Okama Island are not transgender, they are okama, which can refer to a homosexual, transvestite or a certain type of an artist.

Emporio Ivankov, the Okama King, themselves was modelled after the transvestite character Frank N. Further from Rocky Horror Show. And they appear to be gender fluid/Non-binary/gender queer based on their alteration between male and female physiology, though he mainly uses the feminine way of addressing himself, which is usual for gay men in Japan.

Now if I were to criticise a form of "trans representation" prior to the appearance of Okiku and Yamato, I'd bring up the instance during which Ivankov swapped the sex of an individual from male to female without the person's consent, though I wouldn't call it that either. If anything, that moment, the transformation of Prince Bellett into Princess Bellett, was Ivankov merely showing off his devilfruit power for both the newcomers and to Bellett himself, he then offered him a place in his crew, which was met with a shock reaction and rejection.

The background to the situation was that the King had joined Ivankov and outed himself as an okama, which caused the kingdom to suffer, Bellett saw that this was all Ivankov's fault and seeked to destroy the Okama, becoming a pirate in the process.

Ivankov's words about a father wishing to be a woman and spend quality time with his daughter didn't refer to Bellett but rather his father. Which indicates that sometime after coming out as either homosexual or a transvestite, the King himself realised that he wasn't content with just dressing up as a woman, but that he wanted to be a woman. Mention about a daughter however was potentially referring to Bellett, hence it is possible that he too felt that way but hadn't yet acknowledged it or come in terms with it, though I wouldn't bet on it without any further evidence.

So basically the tag line here is:

Not everyone who dresses up in the clothes of the opposite sex identify as the said gender. However if someone explicitly expresses wish to be treated as X gender, it should be met with respect towards that decision whether or not they "pass".

Okama does not translate as transgender, it means homosexual/transvestite (or a Drag Queen if you will).

Emporio Ivankov uses feminine pronoun for "I" (watashi), which is normal in the gay community of Japan. However his way of altering himself to switch between male and female suggests that they might be nonbinary.

The potential trans presentation of One Piece prior to Okiku and Yamato are the unnamed King who outed himself as Okama and Prince Bellett [note the word "potential"].

Ivankov was very much untactful with his choice of changing Bellett's sex without consent nor even considering the possibility that while he might be trans, Bellett hadn't come in terms with it yet and potentially had no idea of it. While intimidation of your potential enemies is important, so is just sitting them down in order to give them a stern talk and to find a mutual agreement.

It is more than possible that the residents of the Okama Island are still learning how to dress up as women thus the clumsiness and while there also can potentially be few trans people in the mix, it takes a lot of time before they usually have things together to the point where the society starts to accept them as women/men. Change like that doesn't happen over night and Ivankov might be giving them time to get used to things slowly.

Could Oda have done the whole Okama thing better?

Absolutely, it seems like he was dipping his toes into a subject he wasn't too familiar with, ie gay culture of Japan, drag queens, and crossdressing in general, but it is just as important to showcase the less conventionally beautiful characters doing things like that, because something like that isn't exclusive to those who happen to be seen as beautiful by the society.

Is he doing better with these matters now?

Hard to say, all I can say is that currently, it seems like he is trying his best, though we are yet to see more openly gay characters in One Piece.

We do have Okiku and Yamato to represent both mtf and ftm in different stages, we do have Bon Clay who is openly gay and proud, we do have Emporio Ivankov and Inazuma. Crocodile is a possibility, but that hasn't been confirmed.

Either way, it's pointless to wallow in the past, and it's even more pointless to attack someone who had no better knowledge of the matters. What is important is that the person knows better now than they did then and strive to do better.

It also never hurts to read up about how other countries express themselves, as certain habits/expressions aren't universally used. For example I can rarely relate to the posts about bisexual behaviour, sexuality exclusive way of acting isn't part of the culture I grew up in.

That's all I have to say about this subject.

#one piece #onepiece #one piece conversation #Oda and trans #One piece trans #lgbtq #lgbt representation #long post #okama #drag queen #emporio ivankov #Long post

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korkisobsessions · 3 years

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The Oath

XXI. Pagan

Thunderstorm was coming.

Air was warm and heavy, buzzing with something wild. She can feel her hair stood up with tension.

She was sitting on the porch, everything was dark, only light came from horizon. More and more often, lightning illuminated her surroundings with white light.

He wants sacrifice she promised to him. It was two weeks, since she prayed to father of gods, pleading for Yeong shin’s life. When he was laying in front of her, wounded, weak and blind, she prayed and begged father of gods not to take him away from her.

He survived and now was her time to pay her price.

Hard lump was forming in her throat when she realised what she must do.

Nilah saw a lot of rituals, but never made one. But she was sure that He will hear her and accept her sacrifice no matter how she does it. He will hear her heart.

Loud thunder vibrates through the air when she made a fire. She mixed ash and white clay with water and paint her face and hands with runes of her ancient language.

Yeong shin was calmly sleeping inside the house and didn’t knew about it. Maybe he will be scared if he saw her...

... But he cannot.

All he could see was darkness.

“Hail all-father, wise warrior, one eyed wanderer. Come, sit at my fire.” She whispered to blinding lightings.

“Tell me your wisdom stories...the scenes your missing eye sees.” Her blood was loud in her ears, beating of her heart screaming into the night.

“You, who choses the slain, look on my deeds. And when my times comes, to run the sky with you, let my end be worthy of songs.”

She was nervous when she takes out sharp dagger that sparks in the light of flames and lightning. Her prayer was so strong she can feel presence of all-Father. For a second she thought she saw his broad silhouette between the trees. But it was just a shadow.

“in the meantime, let me understand sacrifice, think long, remember well...”

She laid her palm on the ground and her stomach cramps. Cold sweat run down her back.

“Odin witness this...” strong wind took words from her lips. She grips the dagger firmly and with one quick stab she cut of her little finger.

She wanted to be brave and not to cry, but the pain was overwhelming.

Blood spill the ground and sputter when she tosses her flesh to the flames. She watched it burn and felt painful pulsing in her new wound.

“Please, accept this humble sacrifice as a sign of my gratitude.”

With last touch she paints a symbol over her lips with her own blood and finished her prayer.

When she raised sight from the flames, she saw him when the lightning strikes.

Sang-Ho’s face between the trees illuminated by cold light was white as a moon. His eyes watching her like two hungry pits that wants to swallow her soul. His lips pale and bloodless.

It was just a blink of an eye and he was gone.

Nilah screamed and fall backwards on the ground, trying to stood up and run away, but her legs were suddenly like from mud. She held her knife in trembling hand but it was slipping from her fingers because of blood and sweat.

Her heart was beating so fast that her head was spinning and she felt sick.

And she run.

But she wasn’t running for her life. It was vulnerable Yeong shin, alone what scared her more.

First cold raindrops hit her back and run down her exposed arms. She was wet to the bone when she got inside the house breathless. Her lips were cold and hands shaking in fear. All the ritual colours washed from her face by rain.

Yeong shin was probably woken up by loud thunders and was clumsily looking for her. She bites her hand not to whimper loudly. Hot tears run down her cheeks. She was so scared that all she wants to do was laid down to Yeong shins arms and calm down.

But she can’t.

He was blind and it was her time to protect him, no matter how scared she was.

And she didn’t want to upset him.

“Nilah?” he called her name, his arms searching for her.

“I’m here.” She choked. “I was...just...if donkey is all right...in this storm.” she made quick look from the window, but all she saw was silhouettes of trees. And when the lighting hits, there was no Sang-Ho.

“Nilah? What happened?” Yeong shins face was serious and his voice worried. He made few brave steps without support of the wall. It was few steps into nothingness with hope to find something to lean on.

“Nothing. It’s all good.”

He was searching his surroundings when he finally found her hand.

“I’m maybe blind, but I’m not dumb.” Yeong shin laid his palm on her chest, his eyes still covered by silk scarf. “Your voice is trembling and I can feel your heart beat too fast. You are scared Nilah.

Nilah closed her eyes and another tears run down her face. She bites her lips with desperation and whine.

“I saw him again. He was watching me from the forest.”

She felt his hands held her tighter. Even though he was blind, he was ready to protect her.

He was calm and ready. His hand found her trembling palm holding knife. “Good. Keep it.”

“Yeong shin...” she sobbed weakly. Her head was spinning and legs became weaker. She didn’t realise that it was her blood dripping from her fingertips. That she cut of her own finger and is losing blood.

“Give me my shotgun.” He lifted his hand in expectation. “and make a mess here. Put everything you can find in the way. It’s dark?” he raised his face to her like he could saw her again. And she really wished he could. She wanted to see his calm eyes.

“y-yes it is dark.” She stuttered.

“Good. If he come inside, he will make a noise and I will shoot him.”

Few minutes later she finished her work. Everything she could find she put in the way. Every bowl, basket or vase. Everything occupied the space of their main room.

Yeong shin was sitting in the bedroom on the ground with his gun in his lap; coldly calm like a statue.

Nilah joined him and collapsed on the ground next to him. She was almost unconscious trying so hard to stay awake. Scared what could happened if she loses her fight.

“Nilah?” he held her hand and felt warm sticky liquid on his fingers. “This is not rain water. You are bleeding...” and than he felt it. She whines when he touches the wound where her finger used to be. “Nilah!” he quickly ripped off the scarf from his eyes and carefully bandage her palm.

“I’m sorry! I was foolish.” She weakly leans her head on his shoulder. Suddenly she almost forgets that Sang-Ho was probably somewhere out there. She was just tired and weak.

“Don’t sleep. Tell me what happened!” he was holding her close to keep her shaking body warm and still listening to every noise. It was hard because of raging thunderstorm.

“I made sacrifice. Because Gods spare your life. I sacrifice my flesh and blood.”

“Nilah! What have you done!” He was mad. Rage filling his insides with bitter taste.

“It should be good. I was ready to take care of the wound. But then I saw him and panicked. I run and forgot that I’m bleeding.”

“You shouldn’t make that sacrifice at first!” he spoke quietly through clenched teeth. “I don’t want you to spill single drop of your blood because of me!”

“It’s my religion Yeong shin. I prayed for your life and they heard me out. I must pay for it.”

“I didn’t survive because of your gods. I survived because you took care of me and because I love you.”

He was angry at her for such foolishness. Just idea of her precious blood, wasted, was making his blood boil. And that she shed it because of him made him furious.

She just smiled. He heard that in her voice.

“Just because you don’t have fait, it doesn’t mean there is nothing above us.”

“I do have fait. I believe in you and me. In the fact that sun will rise in the morning and fall in the evening. This is my fate that doesn’t need sacrifices.”

She didn’t answer. Her head slowly fall to his lap. He held her closer, feeling her heart beating steadily. He found blanket and cover her and prepared himself for a long night.

~°~

“Nilah...” his voice came to her like from distance. She opened her eyes to beautiful morning. Sun was already high in the sky and air was fresh after storm.

She raised her head from Yeong shin’s lap and look around with confusion. Events of night were cloudy. First thing that woke her properly was pulsing pain in her hand. Her palm bond with silk scarf was dark from dried blood, her shirt was dirty from blood and mud and damp from the rain.

And mess were all around. All their belongings were everywhere around.

And Yeong shin was worst. He was tired with dark circles under his painfully shut eyes. Bright light always hurts his eyes. His hands and back stiff from siting on the floor with his shotgun ready.

“I think someone is coming. I hear footsteps, but...its weird.”

“I will take a look” She took knife to her healthy hand and carefully made her way to front door. When she opened them, she let out breath she didn’t know was holding.

Jae-Bong, Bon Hwa and Miho were coming. Jae Bong had crutches and was slowly limping. That was that weird footsteps Yeong shin heard.

“Is it blood?” Bon Hwa saw her first and her face paled.

“Nilah? Where is Yeong shin?”

Nilah just smiled and wave on them. “It’s nothing, just...accident”

Before they came closer, she made path between cups and bowls on the floor, cover Yeong shin’s eyes with clean scarf and helped him outside.

It was the first time after the fire when Jae-Bong and Yeong shin met. Nilah helped him sit down on bench and brought chair for Jae Bong.

Their neighbour was silent, watching Yeong shins face with glossy eyes. Nilah noticed how hardly he was swallowing and how his hands were trembling.

Miho was siting in the grass away from them, with his head down and playing with stick and knife. He looked like different kid. Sad and lifeless. Angry red burns on his neck and chin shine on his light skin.

“He needs time. He still cannot accept his scars.” Bon Hwa spoke when she noticed Nilah’s look on boy.

“I can talk to him later.”

“That is why we are here, to be honest.” Older woman looked at Jae Bong and then back at Nilah. “What if I take care of your hand? We should let men talk.”

Both women disappear in the house. Nilah remove her makeshift bonding and hissed when her wound starts to bleeding again.

“Oh! That is...What happened? And what happened here?” Bon Hwa looked around their living room.

“it was...just accident.”

“I see...I’m old enough to know when to burry my curiosity.” Her face was suddenly older and eyes wiser.

“What is with Jae Bong?” Nilah asked, when older women start to examine her wound.

She took bottle of soju from the shelf and pour her a cup. Nilah wanted to drink it, but Bon Hwa instead soaked piece of cloth in it and then press it to her wound to clean it.

And Nilah cry loudly. She wasn’t expecting it and burning pain surprised her.

Bon hwa looked calm and starts to wrap Nilah’s palm with clean bandage.

“Jae Bong is mess since the fire. He blames himself that he could not save Miho and Yeong shin must run to the fire and end up blind. He sees it as his fault. He was avoiding Yeong shin because he was ashamed.”

“That is silly. It was all just accident. He can’t blame himself for thinks he cannot change.”

“It’s just wound that needs time to heal.”

Yeong shin and Jae Bong were siting next to each other in silence. Yeong shin wanted to talk, but he doesn’t know how to start. There was just too much between them. And Jae Bong was suddenly nervous when he saw Yeong shin so helpless. He didn’t know him long, but he knew how tough and lethal he could be.

Since he and Miho live under Bon Hwa’s roof and since he could not walk, they spent a lot of time talking with his cousin. And one night she spoke about things she didn’t usually talk. Jae Bong listened about Yeong shin, how he saves Bon Hwa’s son and how he run back to help crown Prince. How he shoots monsters right into forehead. His ability to act and fight.

And now he saw man who couldn’t walk down the stairs without help. And it was breaking his heart.

It was Jae Bong who broke the silence.

“You know...I loved my wife deeply.” He coughs when his voice broke. “She was my everything. After she died, Miho and this village became centre of my life.

I was always leader of little calm village. Someone could say it’s boring here. But I love this place.

Since you two came, we have murder, and fire...”

“You want us to leave.” Yeong shin’s voice was quiet and serious. It wasn’t question.

“I need you to take all of your strength. We must protect our village. You are part of it...” Jae Bong’s voice broke “You saved my Miho. I will never be able to make it up to you.” Tears were running down his face. Yeong shin raised his hand and found Jae Bong’s shoulder.

“You can” Yeong shin smiled “Just be my friend.”

“Deal.” Jae Bong laughed heartily.

Since then, conversation flow like water in the river. Nilah and Bon Hwa joined them after they cleaned up the house. They talk about silly simple things, about gardening, and how Nilah should sing more often.

They leave after lunch and Nilah helped Yeong shin inside. She saw, how tired he was.

She prepared him warm bath. His fingers entwined with hers when she led him towards bathing tun.

“I can undress on my own.” He raised eyebrows when he felt her palms opening his shirt.

“I know, but I like it.” She smiled playfully. He raised his hands and held her face in his palms. His fingertips gently touching curve of her lips.

“I still see you, even though I can’t.” He pulled her closer and kissed her, his lips warm and hungry.

They share bath together, helping each other to wash backs. He loved when she massages his shoulders and muscles on his back. Her fingers tracing patterns of his scars. This was his home. Their shared intimacy in bath. Their tangled legs under water, and comforting touching. It was something he could share only with Nilah. She was his love, he wanted to touch her naked body, and she was his fellow soldier, she knows how comforting could warm water be to sore muscles and heavy mind.

She was only one in whole world.

It wasn’t even dark jet, but they lay down in their bed still naked and hungry for touch. She guid his arms to her waist and her palms cares his face to envelope his lips in hungry kiss.

After endless dark day he was closer to his old self. After long time, she treated him like a man, not like fragile disabled weakling. She bites his lower lip with passion and scratches his back when he maps her body with his fingers and later with lips.

When he couldn’t see her, he must feel her with all his remaining senses.

He was going crazy from her scent that was filling his nose, it was something that makes him wild. Scent of her arousal could made him kill tiger with bare hands.

He was on top of her, kissing, licking and biting his way down to her navel enjoying sounds she made. Her heavy breathing and moaning, and when his teeth bite her skin on her hip, she cries out, but it was not painful. It was pleasurable sound.

His rough hands holding her on her place. And he was glad he could have advantage. Once again, he could be the stronger one. Leader of situation. And her skin was so soft and warm from bath. Even though she had her scars, he loved them. He kissed rough scar close to her hip bone where wooden splinter pierced her side in Hanyang. He remembered how he held her when Seo-Bi was pulling it out of her body. How she locked her eyes with his with innocence and endless trust. She knew him just a few days and still she had a faith in him. If he could travel back in time, he would held that scared but brave little bird in his arms and protect her from everything. Sang-Ho would never lay a finger on her.

He still can’t forget how scared she always was when she thought she saw him. He was probably still in Sangju and maybe he even forgot them. And all that imagines were only in Nilah’s head.

But he didn’t want to risk it. If he must be awake all night then be it. He swore he will protect her no matter what. No matter he is blind now.

“I love you more than anything.” He whispered and burry his face between her tights.

It was her taste, that woke up animal.

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sanji-v · 3 years

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take only what you need from him

pairing: roronoa zoro/self

rating: explicit

word count: 3107

warnings: nsfw, selfcest

read on ao3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/33438670

The sunlight hit him all at once.

He squinted his eye, bringing his arm up to his forehead to create a makeshift visor. This sun wasn’t helping this headache-daggers of pain rushing through his head. He could barely make out his surroundings, feeling grainy sand beneath him. Where the hell was he?

The last thing Zoro remembered was the Thousand Sunny, more specifically him resting on the deck. Chopper was pissed at him, (he had opened up a wound on his leg), and he was avoiding the little doctor. A cute little guy like that yelling at you makes you feel bad.

He was behind a crate on the deck, closing his eyes, getting ready for a nap, and…

That’s where his mind goes blank.

Zoro looked to his side, his swords splayed across this beach, dangerously close to the waves. He wasted no time making his way over, collecting them and putting them back in their respective sheaths. It was hard to get his bearings-he could barely make his way through somewhere he did know.

The waves were crashing on the beach still, foamy water washing into his boots. He had half a mind to stay on the beach, take a nap and hope his crew found him. That was before he spotted a man, a lean shadow on the edge of the beach, where it met with a dirt road. The guy was hunched over, tending to a fire.

“Hey, you know what this place is called?” Zoro yelled over to the man.

Oh christ.

Was Zoro dreaming?

When the man turned around, he had to pinch himself. They both looked just as surprised, the younger man a bit less, when they eyed each other's hair. That same damn green hair, the same damn tan skin- the same fucking person. But there was something different, the man that stood before Zoro was young. His eyes were both intact, his build more slim, and a dark green bandana wrapped around his arm, for safekeeping.

A spitting image of himself, 2 years ago.

“..Who the hell are you?” Is all the younger Zoro asked, cocking his head a bit.

“Oh no, I should be asking who the hell you are. What is this, a costume?”

The younger Zoro was absolutely dumbfounded. Here was some guy, who in all fairness, looked like him. What was he, some distant relative who he had never met?

“Why the hell would I be wearing a costume in June?”

Wait.

What?

Zoro looked at the younger man, now his turn to look dumbfounded. June? It was September, the last time he checked.

And things started to click.

“What year is it?”

“What?”

“I said what year is it?”

The younger Zoro sighed, “Did you hit your head, old man?”

“I’m 21, asshole. Just answer the damn question.”

“1522.”

Oh shit. This was really happening.

The younger man didn’t seem to realize who he was. That he was- or that they were the same. He could see his own legs reflected back, those same scars he remembers, that bandana that he knew so well and god, how the hell did this even happen?

“What’s with that look on your face?”

Zoro snapped out of it, looking to the slightly shorter man.

“What’s yer name?”

“Roronoa Zoro. I’m about to go out if you’d mind, I don’t have time to answer 3rd grade questions.”

“You’re joking, right?”

He looked back at the older Zoro, “Joking?”

“Yeah. Luffy put you up to this, huh? Is that you, Bon Clay? You guys fucking with me?”

“Dude, are you seriously alright? I wasn’t joking when I asked if you hit your head.”

Zoro just stared at his younger self, completely shell shocked as the man's words swept over him.

“And who the hell is Luffy? Bon Clay? What kind of name is that..”

He continued murmuring on, packing his bag as he did. He seemed pissed, pissed that some dementia ridden dude had ruined his chance for a nap by a fire before he had to head out with Johnny and Yosaku.

“My names Zoro.”

The younger man looked towards him, “You repeating what ‘m sayin’ now?”

“No, no, I mean I’m Zoro. I’m you.”

“Okay, do you need to go to the looney bin?”

“I’m being serious.”

The younger Zoro went to turn, grabbing his bags as he stomped out the fire. He was grumbling to himself, more confused than anything.

“You’re 19, and you're about to go with your friends Johnny and Yosaku to collect the bounty for some small timer.”

He stopped in his tracks, looking at the larger man with his arms crossed.

“And,” He continued, “ You’re dreading going because you slept through the party they invited you to, they’re gonna yell at you.”

“How the hell do you-“

“You had a crush on that girl with pigtails in 9th grade, but didn’t tell anyone because-“

“-because she smelled like hay.” They both finished, together.

They both just stood there for a minute, both of them taking in the information, both of them racking their minds for some sort of explanation.

“So…” the younger one started, “how’d the eye thing happen?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Oh come on, this sort of thing doesn’t happen everyday. At least answ-“

“No.”

They both sat down, settling into an uncomfortable silence. It seems all plans of going with Johnny and Yosaku were thrown at the window. The younger had lost himself in thought, as the older decided to restart the fire.

Sure, he’d seen and experienced some weird things before. Some of the pirates he had hunted were strange, devil fruit powers or no. Though, it was rare to see anyone with devil fruit powers outside of the Grand Line.

When he looks over to the man- or himself- he sees someone powerful. It makes him doubt the older man is him. Zoro has had his own insecurities about his strength, being beaten to his last limb at many different occasions.

But it seems he grew to be different, and it made him proud.

They both lounged by the fire, each taking in their own thoughts on the situation, but never airing out the words. It seemed impossible to make sense of it all, but it felt right for each man to reflect.

“…Is there anything I should know?”

The question that the younger Zoro posed was vague, and there were an endless amount of things the older could say, an endless amount of advice he could bestie upon him.

Eat the damn rice balls.

Accept that rubber boys offer the first time.

Be honest with yourself.

“Yeah. Don’t fuck that blonde cook.”

But it was easier to fuck with him.

“..Oh. Who’s that?”

“No one important.”

The younger frowned, “Well, they must be important if you have to warn me not to fuck them. Was it bad?”

“Oh, not bad. Not bad at all-” The older closed in a bit, scooching in near the younger, “Just a bit of a priss.”

God, they were close. So fucking close, the younger could feel breath on his ear.

He swallowed down a breath, “What were they like then?”

“He’s not at all what we like.”

Oh fuck.

“You know what I’m talking about, right?” Zoro looked to himself, who seemed small and dazed in this moment, “We like someone dominating, someone strong-” And there were chills running through the 19 year olds spine.

The atmosphere had completely shifted, the heat of the fire growing nearer and distant all at once. The world felt insignificant as his older self described those fantasies, the ones he let himself into late at night.

“He’s this frail little thing, this cook, but he does just fine, you’ll come to find.”

Those rough hands, hands so different to how his were now, slipped onto his thighs. They were so much bigger-so big, fuck. He was still spewing some shit about a cook, talking about how tight the blonde is, and Zoro couldn’t care less. His brain was more or less hyper focused on that palm, the one making its way to his inner thigh.

He was embarrassed at how riled up this had gotten, trying to sort out the very real possibility of being fucked by himself. And that reality was inching closer, like that hand that was resting on top of his clothed cock.

The older Zoro leaned down a bit, making him realize how tall he gets, and let out words right into his ear, “Do you want this?” And applying a bit of pressure, enough to make him choke out, “Do you want me to fulfill those fantasies?”

Saliva was already pooled up in his mouth, and he found himself nodding before he could even think about it.

“Good boy.”

Oh, that was all it took for him to unravel. His head rolled back a little, his zipper being torn down, hands kneading on him. It was going just like how he imagined it. Well. Not the part of the guy fucking him being himself, but the way he was doing it. It made sense, him knowing every move to make him whimper. He had shared this body not too long ago, and they would both be lying through their teeth if they hadn’t spent restless nights exploring their body.

The older Zoro was sucking a spot on his neck, taking his cock out of his boxers. He bit his lips a little, watching the man straddle him just a little to get a better grip. He was breathing heavily already, embarrassingly so at how little was done.

The man's rough hands jerked on his cock, a slow pace that was driving him insane. He lifted his hips a little, getting some friction, just trying to fuck the mans hand because fuck, he was going too slow.

“I didn’t say you could move.”

The younger one whined, “Please, please.”

He slammed the younger man's hips down to the ground, some dust settling at his sides. The older hiked his pants down, throwing them to the brush. He felt absolutely exposed. There the older man was, his clothes barely off, looking down at his exposed cock.

“Heh, I was gonna say ye look pretty, but I’m not that self absorbed.”

Way to ruin the moment.

It wasn’t long that infectious self confidence was present, the older man slipping off his overcoat in front of him. There was this foreign, long scar running across his chest, and he had half a mind to ask how he had gotten it. The muscles really rippled down him and fuck- did he really model himself after his tastes?

When he was in a trance, he was slipping off his own shirt, the older taking his sweet time to lower his pants. It was unbelievable how big he was, not only in terms of height, but the muscle just bulked him up in the best way possible. It was a sight Zoro could take in for fucking hours and never get bored of.

Zoro watched, without speaking, the man unwrap the bandanna from his arm. It was a dark green, a bit torn up, and overall a ratty little piece of fabric.

“Put yer arms up for me.”

Oh, yes sir almost came from his mouth, but Zoro didn’t want to look that needy yet. So he just nodded, the older ignoring both their erections to grip at his wrists. They looked knobby and weak compared to his, and that turned him on even more.

And the way the it was wrapped so beautifully around his wrists, it was indescribable, but Zoro found himself searching for words anyways.

He sighed, “Why don’t you get on with it, old man?”

It was easy for the older Zoro to chuckle, at the absurdity of the situation. He reflected on how lithe he used to be, trailing fingers down that unmarked chest.

He was absolutely straining at the sight.

“You sure you want this?” He spoke a bit wary, but still pulling off his boxers as the words left his mouth.

“Yeah-shit,” A hand wrapped around him-“yeah, I do.”

As he pumped the younger with one hand, his other one cocked two fingers out, positioning them at his mouth with a simple command;

“Suck.”

He was so greedy with his tongue, fuck, so desperate. He laid it out all flat, greeting those digits with fever. It was so god damn warm, so dirty the way slurped around them like they were a cock.

All in due time, though.

After they were coated with saliva- basically dripping when he removed them- he teased his hole a little. Ghosting the tips of those wet fingers around his home was enough to make him whine (he’s not gonna let himself live that one down.) What really got him making noises, noises the older so desperately wanted to string out of him, was when he sunk the two fingers in.

Quick succession, no break to adjust as he was down to his knuckles with the younger man. His back arched just a little, a small twitch when the fingers slowly made their way in.

“Hur-hurry the fuck up, will ya?” The younger begged, while the older set a languid pace with his fingers, scissoring here and there.

He took his hand off the younger’s cock, (earning such a sweet whine), tutting his tongue a little. He gripped his chin, forcing him to look him in his eye.

“Who said you were in charge here?”

Oh fuck, his voice was so husky. That deep baritone sent chills down his spine as fingers were borderline aggressively shoved into him. And that’s what he wanted, that animalistic dominance. Nothing more than being used, bending to the will of whoever was willing to tame him.

“I-I’m sorry sir.” Is all that that he was able to choke out, another finger jostled in.

Two hands gripped at his hips, thumbs digging into his sides, as he was pulled to the larger lap. It was so easy to feel small when that cock was prodding at his entrance, the tip being so fucking big.

“Tell me how you want it.”

That drawl killed Zoro, “R-rough, fuck, please give it to me rough.”

And the tip pressed in-fuck, that stretch, “I was going to try and be gentle considering that’s my body too..” An over dramatic sigh when he pushed in all the way, one swoop, “But if you insist.”

He couldn’t hiss out an insult at that over confidence, a sob pouring out from him instead. The older wasted no time relishing in those noises, setting a quick pace, if just to watch his bound hands bounce. It burned, burned so good.

Letting himself go was easy, hands sweeping at his hips, and kisses ghosted around his neck. He didn’t mind that drool was already spluttering down his chin, or that the whines of sir fell dead on his tongue with each mind blowing thrust.

“Christ, so fucking messy, so good-” The older cut himself off with a grunt, letting his arms wrap around the youngers back, almost hugging him as they fucked.

There were hot breaths shared between them, almost coughing out moans at the numbing sensations. The day was slipping into darkness, it becoming frigid around them, but the fiery shocks of pleasure made it feel like a summer afternoon.

“I wan’ cum, fuck, please.”

His head was rolled back, fat tears dropping from his face. He looked so good, so fucking slutty.

“Yeah, you gonna cum? Cum for me then, come on, baby.”

His hands were whipping wildly around that bandana, thighs shaking and tensing. It was like a string winding, pulling taut and hard. It was overwhelming, mind fogging up with more, more, more.

And fuck, he tightened, that string snapped, cum spurting over the two men. A strangled cry was let out into the sky.

“Feel good, fee’ good.” His words were slurred, drool dribbling in his mouth.

The overstimulation made him tight, his hole fluttering around, so fucking beautiful. Zoro’s cock was throbbing inside the younger, loving that dazed look.

“Want me to fill you up? Make you full?”

The younger nodded his head sloppily, shoulders straining.

“Fuck, baby, so tight, so fucking tight for me.”

His hands were positioned under the younger’s armpits, heaving him up and down on his cock so easily, like he was a little rag doll.

Then it came, that feeling of hot spurts coating his walls, it felt so good, so good to be full. The older squeezed him tight, letting his arms out of that bind. Immediately, his dull nails scraped on the olders back. That overstimulation was mind boggling, felt like electric shocks were traveling through him.

And they stayed like that for a little, arms wrapped each other in an odd moment of intimacy. His breath was shaky when the older pulled out, cum trickling down still shaking thighs.

The reality of the situation didn’t seem to dawn on either of them, or, maybe neither of them cared that they had really just done. Both of them settled to an awkward silence, maybe actually reflecting on it, but more likely too fucked out to care about speaking.

It seems both of them did decide on one thing- it was a better time for a nap then never. And so they did, side by side, in the dirt near the fire. Wearing nothing, (not like either cared), both of them slipped into a rest, all the responsibilities they had drifting away.

❤️

“Oi, marimo, wake up. We’re headin’ out.”

Sanji’s voice rang out into the ship's deck, the rest of the crew seemingly already gone to god knows where. Zoro found himself with his back against a crate, a slight dribble of drool that had leaked out of his mouth when he was napping. His coat was heavy on him, sun beating down onto the Sunny.

“Yeah..yeah, I’m gettin’ up curly-brow.”

He felt a weird wetness in his pants, but came to ignore it as the blonde continued, “Oh, we need to go to some shops...I want to get Nami-swan some new earrings, maybe some blouses for my dear Robin-chan….”

The blonde chef continued as Zoro situated himself, moving his swords to his side to murmur to himself about some weird dream that was.

“Why don’t we buy you a new brain when we’re out, huh chef.?

Sanji looked back to him, smacking his fist down on the green hair, “Go fuck yerself, moss head…”

Oh, if only he knew.

#nsft fanfic #nsft post #nsft #zoro #roronoa zoro #one peice #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3

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harpy-monet · 3 years

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Ch. 666, pg. 6

Glasses count - 7

As I said in the previous post, there’s “CLIP” on the red book on top of the stack

Across this entire project, I think that this might be my favorite panel, partially because I like how she looks taking her glasses off, but mostly because of what’s being said

Remember, Caesar already gave the Punk Hazard convicts balloons to help them move around after their legs had been paralyzed. They were already loyal to Caesar, there was absolutely no need to heal them

And yet, Monet hears that Law is a medical doctor and immediately formulates a way for him to help them walk of their own power and improve their quality of life

Maybe it’s because it would be more practical to have servants that could actually walk?

Maybe it was to help Law have a bargaining chip for staying on Punk Hazard? Don’t know why she’d do that with a suspicious guy who showed up knowing more than he reasonably should

What I think, though, is that this is a strong implication that Monet is kind. Even if she can be cold and calculating and sadistic at times, she isn’t heartless. We’ve seen that a million times in this series; people will do cruel things one moment only to do something kind the next

The first time we met Vivi she was acting as a whaler. Robin’s killed countless presumably innocent people in the interest of her own survival. Bon Clay probably has too. Franky’s men mugged Usopp, and presumably have done similar things countless times

I’m not saying this to excuse anything that Monet has done (though we haven’t really seen her do much), I’m more saying that there’s plenty of room to believe that she’s more multi-faceted than she seems, and moments like this really strongly imply that she at least has the capacity to be caring

#one piece #monet #harpy monet #every monet

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backandimbamon · 5 years

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yes i spontaneously wrote a bamon drabble because i can never get their dialogue out of my head (:

Damon knew Bonnie.

In fact, he knew her so well that he could paint her with ease on an intimidatingly large canvas, blindfolded, holding the paintbrush behind his back.

They spent an aggressive amount of time together, plus he was a vampire so his Bonnie experience was intense- not one detail went amiss.

Like for instance, she liked her natural nails to have length, and never chose nail polish outside of flesh tones; her go-to was a sandy nude but it had to be just translucent enough to reveal a bit of her cuticle.

And the fact that she wasn’t a perfume girl, but more of an earthy oil type. If he could bottle her up in a fragrance it’d be a concoction of patchouli and vanilla, a hint of citrus zest and a bit of a floral scent because whenever she couldn’t sleep at night, she’d sprinkle lavender oil on her pillow which eventually would embed itself in her hair.

Oh, and when he fixed her breakfast she never failed to complain about his pancakes but she would always do an exciting finger wiggle before grabbing a fork and digging in.

The prison world did something to her. To them. He had ample amount of time to observe and truly see the little witch for who she was, an opportunity never granted to him before. In the strange case of forced matrimony, Damon was able to fully see Bonnie Bennet sans overbearing, attention-seeking friends, even if one was his beloved girlfriend.

There was always Elena and after that, Elena’s shadow, and after that, Vampire Barbie but in the prison world there were none and he saw elements of himself attach to Bon Bon like friction particles during traction. And even stranger, Bonnie was completely unaware, behaving in a very Damon-like manner as if she had always done so, like she had coined the phrases, prolonged the banter, carried the stichomythia all along. Like he himself was the imposter.

Seriously, all Bonnie needed was a black leather jacket and a Camaro and she’d be his own personal mini me.

And even when his hope of returning floated away like a stray balloon, forever with her didn’t seem that bad.

To say the silent truth didn’t make Damon’s heart warm would be a lie. Developing a strong eventual friendship with someone who wanted you dead years prior could heat even the iciest of hearts.

So he had positively known her. He had seen her face, day in and day out for months on end; clay brown skin, leaf green eyes, a smirking mouth (another habit she picked up from him, he noticed proudly,) with a bone structure a model would envy, Damon hadn’t thought of any other equation that personified Bonnie Shelia Bennett.

She was very pretty in a way that snuck up on him over the years, he became accustomed to her beauty because he could accept it, it was manageable and tame. Not a loud or demanding beautiful but a sacred and layered one.

Bonnie was basically sugar, spice, everything nice, with chemical x as her magical witchy woo woo.

But who knew something as simple as a new hairstyle could change someone so drastically.

“So what do you think?” She asked, brimming with a poorly contained excitement.

It was a quiet day in Mystic Falls, no monsters to fight, or talisman to acquire. She had just entered the boarding house as Damon grabbed a Bourbon from the kitchen, tumbler held by a lazy grip. His eyelids lowered.

Gone was the modest brown bob, the one that allowed her to be pretty but not intimidatingly so. The hairstyle that he had expected from her; the witch’s default to not draw too many eyes for fear of being unnecessarily seen.

Gone was the beauty that was also his because she shared it with him like a secret gift. Only Damon Salvatore could witness the depth since he was always too close, always too invasive and she had trusted him just enough to let her guard down. It was theirs but now it was hers.

In the place of the brown bob was silken chocolate roots blended into caramel-colored barrel curls that tumbled down her frame. Her face was more intense, skin browner, eyes moodier, lips no longer smirking but pouting instead. She looked more mature and not like the sweetheart that he had come to adore but more like a bombshell, a sex symbol- hot...

It was odd.

He was captivated by her face, how different she looked, an effortlessly sexy appeal that was so un-Bonnie-like that he probably would’ve hit on her if she wasn’t his best friend.

Damon was drinking in her appearance with veiled appreciation but she couldn’t know that. He contorted his brows in thought and brought a cocked hand up to his chin quizzically.

“Hmm...” he said walking closer and examining, if only to buy him more time to stare at her, study her, secretly admire her.

She narrowed her eyes, crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head in annoyance.

“Damon it doesn’t take this long, you either like it or you don’t.” That excitement had digressed to something else as she ran her fingers through her long hair self-consciously.

He stepped up to her, invading her space as he normally did, and pinched a few strands of hair between his thumb and forefinger.

“You’re right Bonnie, I don’t like it.” He said cavalierly, just to get a reaction out of her, just to make her feel a little less gorgeous because it was making him uncomfortable.

She stuck out her chin, arms still folded, “It’s not like I did it for you.”

The statement hung in the air like she had options, almost as if meek Bonnie Bennett had men standing in lines to take her out. Like her excitement to show him her new look only moments before didn’t exist because his opinion was no more important than the dust particles in the air.

“It’s okay if you don’t like it.” She stated, mouth certainly pouting now. He could see her defenses activating. “You’re entitled to your own opinion. This new look has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me and what I want. I think it’s-“

He rolled his eyes. “Save the women-empowerment speech for someone who actually cares, Bon Bon. I love it.”

“What?”

“Your new hairstyle. I don’t like it, I love it.” He over-enunciated.

That bubbling excitement returned, “You do?”

“Yeah. You’re blonde now,” he smirked and stepped even closer if that was possible. He circled her, eyes sliding up and down his Bon Bon to reassert that only he could be the sexy one in their duo, not her. No one else could master sexy the way Damon had. It leaked from him, she couldn’t compete with him for such a title. But Bonnie was barely bothered. Impulsively, her eyes rolled as he continued to walk around her as if he were critiquing an art display. He stopped in front of her.

“Little Miss Blondie Bennett.”

“How original.”

“I know, I put a lot into that nickname.” His hand was in her tresses before he could even register what he was doing, fingertips at her scalp, gliding to the tips of her hair with a light pressure. He released, then swept up the wisps of hair on the nape of her neck and tugged gently. Loose curls fell around his grasp.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to touch a lady’s hair?” Her eyes were foggy when she gave him a weak glare and gooseflesh rose on her skin.

“Do I look like I listened to my mother?”

He still had her hair in his grip and he tightened it a bit for emphasis before dropping his hand abruptly.

There was something that stretched between them, like maybe it was cruel to have a stunning little witch and an eerily handsome vampire only be friends. Like maybe Damon should keep his hands to himself because other thoughts could arise like why hadn’t he noticed Bonnie like this before? Out of all the women he’s crossed paths with, why was it impossible to imagine the witch as a sexual being? Why did she seem above carnality? And Bonnie could think why she hadn’t allowed herself to be noticed, what made her decide to hide herself, to keep walls so high that it would take years to cave in? She could ask herself what it was that made her a supporting character of her own life; who would she be if she allowed one misstep, had made one wrong move? Would Bonnie Bennett still be Bonnie Bennett if she put herself first?

Blonde hair was a baby step.

The presence of Elena was there and not, omnipotent as the sun between the world of Bonnie and Damon because there was no way they could see each other in any other light outside of friendship. And Damon was seriously questioning why he couldn’t possibly fathom, could hardly bring himself to whisper the phrase, sex with Bonnie.

Bonnie was his first best friend ever. In his multitude of years, he hadn’t blurred that line like he did with the long list of women he met before. He could think of not one platonic friendship in his history of friendships that was with a woman. She really was his first. It was like there was a block in his mind that prevented him from seeing her that way.

It was... strange.

The silence was stretching, as thoughts blossomed between them about themselves and one another. But of course the duration wasn’t too long.

“You went to a salon?” Damon asked, attempting to rid the moment of that gentle intimacy as he held her eyes.

“Yeah, it was this guy from Atlanta. He said a caramel, slightly ash blonde color makes the green in my eyes more intense.” She paused. “Caroline’s gonna flip,”

“Yeah she’s not the only blonde in town now.” His eyes widened. “You’ll probably have to mud wrestle to fight for the official title.”

“How classy of you, Demon. I mean Damon. I think.”

“Ha, ha.”

He could feel himself staring at her in a weird, pensive way, despite his lighthearted banter. She looked like the exact opposite of him bottled up in a human being. She was stunning.

“I’m guessing you didn’t listen to your mother when she said it’s impolite to stare either.” Bonnie chimed smugly.

Damon didn't laugh, his eyes grew sincere as he held eye contact with her in a way that used to make her feel uncomfortable before she became accustomed to it.

“All jokes aside, you are beautiful, Bonnie Bennett."

Those words had never fallen from his lips before. Especially never with such a seriousness. It was a fragile phrase, profound and evocative because she couldn’t recall the last time someone told her that.

Her face grew rosy with flattery and maybe embarrassment. “Thank you, Damon.”

She could see how Elena could have fallen for Damon, regardless of Stefan Salvatore and his handsome, chivalrous nature. Everyone warned you against men like Damon because they could get anything they wanted out of you and the world. A wolf in wolf’s clothing. Somehow frightening and irresistible at the same time. He was the shiny apple, red as sin in the garden of eden, plump and juicy and ready to be eaten. It was only natural for Elena to succumb. Most women would if the apple was dangling so dangerously low to their lips.

But sometimes, like then, he wasn’t so predictable. He took you by surprise when you least expected it. Because he wasn’t just enigmatic, he was flesh, bone, almost human. He had feelings and reactions and even he could be taken aback by his best friend with blonde hair. And even he could appreciate a beauty that wasn’t just Elena’s without feeling guilty.

“Little Blondie Bennett. I could just eat you right up.”

He really could.

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Stillwater - Chapter 16

Stillwater [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net, Mibba]

Characters: Original Female Character, Monkey D. Luffy, Rorona Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Nami, Usopp, Tony Tony Chopper, Nefeltari Vivi

“We build as only children know to build

We made a way where there’s a will

No slowing down or standing still

Innocent and reckless

"How did we get so old and never notice

How did we gain the world and lose the moment

Rise and fall, the tide surrounds us

And drowns us all”

-Hands Like Houses

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“Nami, there’s something wrong! Come quickly!” Vivi yelled, bursting into the kitchen.

I looked towards the door, where she was standing. She had a worried look on her face, and her tone had been alarmed, but she didn’t seem to be totally panicked or terrified. Plus, she asked for Nami, not me or Sanji, so I assumed that no one (Luffy) had fallen into the sea and that we weren’t under attack.

If anything, it probably looked like a storm, but Nami hasn’t said anything about one, so I doubted that as well.

I quickly tied off and cut the thread, I was working with, double checking the button, before handing Sanji his jacket back, and following Vivi, Nami and Chopper out onto the deck.

It was apparent the second I walked outside, what had Vivi so worried. There was a dense fog up ahead of us.

“Oh yeah. I see it. There’s nothing to worry about. It’s just a little steam,” Nami explained.

“You mean that steam’s coming out of the ocean?” Vivi asked.

“Uh huh,” Nami answered. “It’s a hot spot that’s all.”

“What’s a hotspot?” Luffy asked.

“Underwater volcano basically,” I answered. “The lava heats up the water and produces stream.”

“There are volcanoes underneath the sea?” Chopper said, awed by the information.

“That’s right. Actually, there are more volcanoes under the sea than there are on dry land,” Nami continued.

Usopp was fascinated by this information, but Luffy was just upset. He had hoped the fog was something edible. There was only one place that I could think of, where that was even remotely a possibility, and I had zero intentions of ever going there.

Then again, he wouldn’t be so heartbroken if not for the fact that he with help from Usopp and Chopper had eaten all of our food.

“There will be a brand-new island over there, thanks to the Volcano, but the process will take tens of thousands of years.”

‘Unless, someone has a temper tantrum,’ I thought, biting down on the inside of my mouth. That was one of those things, sure to freak everyone out.

“Oh wow, you two are amazing,” Sanji said.

I shook my head. This wasn’t that severe, and I wasn’t annoyed enough to come up with come culinary question for him to answer. Once he got through his lovesickness, Sanji went and asked how the boys’ fishing was going.

I doubted that they were going to get anything. The water was more acidic and oxygen levels dropped dramatically. For now, it wasn’t the best place for fish.

Sanji went inside to check if there was anything for us to eat, while the rest of us watched as the steam got closer and closer.

“Hey, Mira, how come you didn’t notice it?” Chopper asked. “Can’t you sense water?”

“This isn’t fog. It’s steam. Fog is made of tiny water droplets, so light that they can hang in the air. Steam is a gas. I can only move water in its liquid form.”

“That’s kind of lame,” Usopp said.

I raised a brow at him. He hadn’t properly spoken to me, since the night before, when I told them that Poseidon was my father, and the first time it was, it was to call me lame. Still, his voice was quivering as were his legs.

Chopper had quickly gotten over his fear, far more interested in my medical history and everything else. I couldn’t really tell what Nami thought, but I don’t think it really mattered. Not that she didn’t care and wasn’t concerned, but her priority was getting Vivi to Alabasta. Zoro wasn’t out right hostile, but he wasn’t particularly nice either. Of course, he had never been that way. He used fewer words and more grunts to communicate and was less receptive to my ribbing. All in all, things were going better than I had anticipated. Luffy, Sanji, Vivi, Chopper and Nami were at least acting as if everything was normal.

“Kind of,” I agreed, trying not to let my surprise come through. “But I’m almost always surrounded by water not so much ice or steam.”

Despite my efforts, Usopp seemed to realize what he had done and was back to being scared silent.

We sailed into the steam. Our vision didn’t extend more than ten feet in front of us, and we were assaulted by the smell of sulfur.

“Just bear with it. We should be out of the steam soon.”

While we were in the steam, the boys got a bite. Only, when we exited did we see that the creature hanging onto Carue wasn’t a fish, but a person.

“No! Really. This is getting out of hand. One of these days I need to stop jumping on every random duck I see.”

“I’m old, and yet I have never once encountered someone with that problem,” I said, eyeing the individual.

They slipped from Carue, falling into the water, where they promptly began drowning.

I shook my head. “Luffy, do we save them?” I asked.

Luffy shrugged. “Why not?”

I chuckled, so simple. I tossed out a line with a life preserver on it and reeled them in.

“Well boys. It looks like I got the biggest catch of the day.”

“That doesn’t count!” Luffy cried. “You can’t eat him.”

“You can. It’s just frowned upon,” I joked.

Wrong joke to make in front of Usopp, who paled.

“It was a joke,” I said, sighing in exasperation. I headed back up towards the kitchen, leaning against the railing to watch it all unfold. The boys gathered around the newcomer watching as they hacked, clearing the water from their lungs.

“I thought I was going to die there for a minute. Hey! You saved me! Thanks! I never imagined my life would be saved by a group of complete strangers. Thanks again. I’ll never forget your kindness. Although could I trouble you for a cup of warm soup? Chicken noodle will do.”

I snorted. Barely out of the water and already begging for food.

“NO WAY!” they all cried.

“WE CAN’T EVEN FEED OURSELVES!” Zoro shot.

Because that’s something that you should totally broadcast to a stranger. Hey. We’re out on the Grand Line, and we’re starving. Sounds like an easy target to me.

Our newcomer looked around at all of us, examining each of us, before settling on Vivi.

“Oh hey. You’re just an absolute cutie, aren’t you? Oh yeah! Sexy.”

I scrunched up my face. “You’re a creepy one, aren’t you?”

It wasn’t their appearance that had me thrown, though that was something to note. They looked like someone coated club in makeup, before hitting them in the face with it. There was just something off about them. It wasn’t the mannerisms either. Gender didn’t particularly matter to me. Masculine, feminine, male, female, both, neither and any combination or lack thereof was irrelevant.

“So, you really can’t swim, huh?” Luffy asked.

“That’s right. You see I ate a devil fruit, so I can’t swim even a little bit.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of fruit?”

“Let’s see. Well let’s see. It’s gonna be a while, until my ship come sand picks me up, so I guess there’s no harm in a little fun.”

I hummed. “Better not be any harm,” I warned, the threat dancing in my words.

“For saving my life, I’ll show you. Now get ready. This is my power!” they said, thrusting their hand forward and hitting Luffy in the face.

‘Doesn’t take a devil fruit to do that,’ I thought.

Everyone tensed. Zoro quickly drew his swords and went to strike, but stopped short, when Luffy’s voice hit his ears. “Wait wait wait! Hold on a second! This was all for a little fun remember?”

I sighed. This was gonna be annoying. They now looked and sounded like Luffy.

“Hey now mean guy.”

“Wait,” Luffy sprung back up, unscathed. “That’s me!”

“Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Now if I touch my face with my left hand, back to normal. Now that is the power of the clone clone devil fruit, you see?”

“Amaing,” Nami breathed out.

“The face and the voice match perfectly.”

Luffy, Chopper and Usopp cheered at the strange display of power. Zoro quickly became bored, and Nami was pissed off, after he displayed his body changing abilities by turning into her and flashing the trio of children.

I didn’t like the idea of a copy of me out there. I also wasn’t fond of changing my appearance. Changing my appearance was a slow process, with a lengthy awkward transitioning phase as my body shape shifted, as my hair and skin faded or darkened to a different color. It was a pain. At least I had the option of changing. The others didn’t.

Now there was someone with Luffy’s face, who could frame him for shit that he didn’t do. We got into enough trouble on our own. We didn’t need anyone making it up for us.

The “fun” didn’t last very long. We were able to release our catch back onto their own ship after some dramatics about farewells and friendship.

“Now quickly, let’s be going!”

I turned to head back inside.

“Yes, sir, Mr. 2 Bon Clay, sir!”

I stopped and turned back around.

“What? Mr. 2?” Usopp gaped.

“That guy was Mr. 2?” Vivi said, not believing it.

“Of course, he was. Why wouldn’t he be?”

“Vivi! You mean you didn’t know just by looking.”

“Uh. Uh. I’ve never met Mr. 2 or Mr. 1 and his partner. I don’t know much about them or their powers. I’ve only heard rumors. Mr. 2 is a very tall ballerina, who wear a coat with swans. It says Bon Clay on the back.”

“You didn’t know?” Zoro, Usopp and Luffy chorused. I was with them on this one.

She slumped against the wall and slid down to the floor.

“Vivi are you okay?”

“I saw something in his memory in the faces that he showed us. One of those faces belonged to my father. Cobra Nefeltari, my father, the king of Alabasta.

“That’s not good. If Mr. 2 can mimic the face of a king that easily, he can cause a lot of trouble. “

“Not to mention that he now has our faces,” I chirped.

“Looks like we let a really bad guy get away today.”

“You mean that guy is our enemy?”

“Seems so and having him on the other side is not a good thing. If Mr. 2 finds out that we’re the ones that Baroque Works is after, then he can use the memories that he got earlier to transform into any one of us. We won’t be able to trust our own friends.”

“Really?” Luffy still didn’t get it.

“Let me explain.”

“No,” Zoro said. “Luffy’s slow, but he’s right not to be scared. Hear me out on this one, and I think you’ll agree. It’s a good thing that we Mr. 2 out here, because now we know, what we’re up against, and we can prepare, and we can beat Mr. 2 at his own game.”

I raised my brows. “Look at you, guess you’ve got some brains to go with all that brawn.”

The ship rocked, surging forward. I spun around. There was a large sea cat rising up out of the water.

“That thing is huge!” Luffy yelled.

“A sea cat!”

Usopp and Chopper screamed, the two of them cowering behind me. “SEA MONSTER!”

Zoro and Luffy on the other hand lost their damn minds at the prospect of eating it. Zoro drew his swords quickly, while Luffy cocked his fist back.

“It’s always something.” I crossed my arms and looked up at it.

Sea cats were relatively harmless, occasionally they might playfully bat at a boat, which considering their massive size could deadly, but Luffy, Zoro and I were all on deck and could easy deflect it. In some cultures, they were signs of good luck.

“It looked like food to me!” Zoro yelled.

“Yeah! Let’s go!”

“Well, we’re on the right track. Now, if we could just get there alive, that would be great,” Nami said, surprisingly calm.

I shook my head, yet again. There was no chance that I was letting them attack this poor cat.

“FOOD FOR ME!”

“It’s backing away!”

“Reverse! Put the boat in reverse!”

“Will you two let go?” I asked, looking down at Chopper and Usopp, who were clinging to my legs. If anything, they held on tighter.

“We can’t do that!” Usopp cried. I wasn’t sure if it was being directed towards me or Luffy.

“Hey! Don’t let it get away! If the two of you don’t capture it, I’ll kill you!” Sanji ran onto the deck, joining the fray. “Now then, Sea Kitten, how do you think I should cook you?”

I reached to pry off Usopp and Chopper, but I didn’t have to, because Vivi grabbed a broom and clocked all three boys with it. The sea cat retreated, diving deep.

I laughed, at their bewildered and betrayed expressions.

“Why? It was food.”

“Because you can’t eat a sea cat,” Vivi said, sternly. “I just can’t let you. Sea cats are sacred animals in Alabasta.”

“Well that’s good to know,” Luffy grumbled.

Chopper released me. Usopp then realized that he had been clinging to me, let go scrambling back with renewed fear.

“There are more animals in the ocean than I thought,” Chopper said.

“There’s a whole lot in the oceans. It’s amazing.”

“If you’re still afraid of that stuff, you have a long way to go.” Usopp hopped up to start telling one of his stories, while Vivi tried to placate Luffy, who was crying over having lost his food.

“Vivi, the wind and weather seem to be stabilizing,” Nami said.

“Yeah. We’re entering the climate area of Alabasta Island. Seeing a sea cat is proof of that as well.”

“Those things behind us over there are all the proof I need,” Zoro said.

I followed his gaze out towards the horizon, where ship after Baroque Works ship, were sailing.

“You sound entirely too pleased about this,” I said. “I’m starting to think that you might be more blood thirsty than that damn sword.”

He grunted.

I rolled my eyes.

“It looks as if all the Baroque Works employees have started gathering. I’m guessing that these are the billions. They’re the subordinates under the officer agents.”

“Which means that there are at least two hundred enemies waiting for us,” Nami deduced.

“They’re the best that Baroque Works have to offer, the elite of the underlings. This group will surely be a lot better than the bounty hunters at Whisky Peak.”

Usopp was adjusting the cannon. “Come on. Let’s blow them all away!”

“It’ll be quicker if we go over there and beat them up.”

Luffy’s enthusiasm was quickly checked by his hunger.

“They’re not worth it. Don’t bother,” Zoro said.

“He’s right,” Sanji agreed. “We need to keep our eyes on the prize or we might lose this all together. After all, eight against two-hundred sucks.”

“Eloquent,” I snorted. I looked at Zoro. “Let’s hear this master plan of yours,” I said. “The biggest issue right now is the ballerina with our faces.”

“We’re gonna need cloth,” Zoro said, looking at me.

“I think I can manage that, and put some distance, between us and them. I popped the lid off of the canteen, clipped to my belt loops, I snagged Usopp’s spy glass and looked out at the ships. Precision wasn’t my strong suit, but that was fine, I had large targets. Using gestures as a guide, I sent the water flying towards the enemy ships with enough speed and pressure to rip through their sails. I collected as many scraps as fabric as I could, before it became too much and my water could no longer hold the fabric.

“This work?” I asked.

“THAT’S SO COOL!” Chopper and Luffy squealed.

“Yeah. That works,” Zoro said, flatly.

“Oh Mira, our beautiful multitasker, collecting supplies and slowing the enemy,” Sanji cooed.

“Focus, Sanji. Focus.”

Zoro explained his plan, and I had to give him credit, it was actually a pretty good. We marked ourselves with x’s on our forearms, and then wrapped those with the cloth. That way, even if Mr. 2 copied us and the fabric we had the x underneath as a plan b.

“We know that someone with Mr. 2’s powers is with the enemy, so we have to be on our guard.”

“So what should I do to help against this guy?” Chopper asked.

“You just do whatever you can do. You’re not expected to do anything more, Chopper. And if you get overwhelmed, just run,” Usopp said.

“Sounds like the pep talk he’s always giving himself,” Sanji chirped.

“Whatever it is I can do… I got it!”

“You are entirely too cute,” I said.

“I can see the island now!” Luffy announced.

“Let’s stop at a town called Nanohana. We have to hide the ship.”

“Alright, no matter what happens on that island remember this thing on our arms is a sign of our friendship,” Luffy said, sticking him arm out.

We all put our arms out in a circle.

“Now let’s land, and eat! Oh and help Vivi.”

“That’s a side note,” everyone chorused, exasperated.

Vivi stood off, looking down at the fabric.

“It’s a wonderful feeling isn’t it, having people willing to fight with you?”

“Yeah. It is,” she agreed, smiling.

I grinned back.

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Notes: Hey would you look at that, I'm alive. Sorry about the wait. College sucks. Graduation and all the stress of being a real adult also sucks. Don't grow up. Stay children forever. Anyways... We've made it to Alabasta! And a certain someone is going to show up soon, and guess what, they're going to be kind of important to Mira.Also I went to Tekko this weekend, and it was so much fun. I got to meet Monica Rial, Luci Christian, Bryce Papenbrook and Vic Mignogna. They were all super nice. Plus I finally got to wear my Robin, Zoro, and Law cosplays. Zoro didn't turn out as well as I liked, but I was happy with Robin and really happy with Law.

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Life of a pigmask

CHAPTER 1 It felt like an eternity since I had last eaten,though it must've been only a few slow hours. "Alright!!everyone up and out!we are breaking for lunch!!" Uni yelled down at us,hauling a cart full of leftover clay. I turn to my cohort,Maxis,who was struggling with some clay that had lodged itself into the cold uneven wall. "Leave it!we'll get it after lunch!" He looked up at me in confusion "we eating lunch already?...geez..." he groaned while getting up,his spine snapping back into position. "Yep,they want us to get more work done,so..." "less sleeping,less eating and less socializing,just like last time..." he griped,following me to the ladder that would take us to the main chamber of the caves. maxis was the second oldest out of us,almost too old to be working down here,but,I never questioned the after effects of the brainwashing he and many others went through. While most of the original troops left to find their old identities,the handful that didn't,stayed here,working on a way to free our king,we never wanted to go back to our old selves. "Well,any word about the chimeras?last I heard,they got very sick or something..." I shook my head,I hadn't heard anything. "Damn.....nothing?" He asked again,I just shook my head,I figured they were very busy trying to tame the abominations,or worse,they were dead. We take a right down the tunnel and join up with the rest of the mining crew,uni does roll call,seeing two people were absent. "Jacks and Mary...of course...." uni pinched the bride of her nose in annoyance. Jacks and Mary were a perfect pair of floozies,every other day,they would leave the caves and sell themselves to the higher ups. "Need me to go get them?!" A random major asked "no!it'll be their fault for not working today!lets just get in the elevator!". Even though there were only six of us in the elevator,we were all squished against each other as we went up,silently wishing to not fall to our deaths. If this ride out of the clay caves was indeed my last,I suppose I should mentally state some things about me. My name is Mari,I have been working here for a year now,I have two 'friends',maxis the major and uni. I am female,have a very chunky body and I think I can sing,but I am not sure. After evaluating my basic information for a time,we reach the warehouse floor,with shaking legs,I stumble out of the cramped box. It was beautiful outside,after all,being inside those dark caves for hours at a time,you tend to forget about the outside world. I smelled fresh air and wild flowers,I heard birds and bugs going about their business and I could see many wonderful plants and animals growing and living amongst the trees. "fresh air!!!" Someone yelled,a pigmask dashed out of the elevator and ran through the warehouse doors,dropped on the ground and made grass angels. We laughed and joined him outside,it really felt nice to be outside again,while I was distracted by the pretty colors,I felt like I forgot something. "lunch is served!!bon appetite!!" Uni said setting a large pot of soup on a picnic table,make a loud cracking sound as metal met wood. We all cheered,now I remember,we grabbed a bowl and spoon each,it was chicken and pork noodle soup,with bits of celery and carrot floating about. I smell the hot and delicious liquid "aah...my stomach won't kill me after all!" I say jokingly as I take my share and go sit down next to maxis. It wasn't too hard to find him,after all,there was a crack from above his right eye to the back of his head,held together by large staples. We all wonder what happened to him,but he will never tell us and probably won't for years to come. Actually...now that I think about it,I don't even think he knows how the crack got there,that's right! it was a passed down uniform. Anyway! the rest of us sit down at the picnic table,just as the gossip and stories started taking flight. Talk about the latest music album,celebrity's children,who is with who,stuff like that,but my favorites are the personal stories. "Anybody gots-a good story?" Everyone at the table shakes their heads "well,I over heard from the tops,that they are planning a rescue and retrieve mission for the 'spider mech' ". "You're not pulling our legs are you?" "Nope!they want to try to retrieve it today,but the original entrance is unusable and the new way is too small for most of us...most of us...". She turns to me,she wasn't thinking what I think she was thinking,was she?yes...yes she was. What she said next answered my question "Mari,you are the skinniest out of us,so they wanted you to go alone and retrieve the kings mech". I tense up at those fateful words, why did I never decided to gain weight?. "Can I-" "it's too late now!you're going down there and retrieving it!" I silently cuss at my misfortune. I had heard about the tunnel being super steep and dark,both of which weren't my favorite. Let's be honest,nobody likes being in the dark,it's very scary,not being able to know what's happening around you,it's scary to think about. Well,I was now going to have to suck up my fears,there was no turning back. "fine...when do we leave?" Uni points to the clock hanging in the warehouse "in about a hour at least,I'll come get you when they're ready!" I nod in acknowledgment.

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Music Newsletter 11 / Happy Valentine’s Day 2017

Welcome to the 11th Music Newsletter!

Short intro for the newbies - I love music. I love sharing music with other people. In college I started a "music newsletter" email with some playlists (aka mixtapes) I've made and some song/band recommendations. Why Valentine's Day? Because I think this day should be about love in many ways - including for music!

That brings us to today - the first Valentine's Day mixtape I put together was actually a physical mix CD that I mailed to my home friends while I was away at college. That was in 2008. A lot has changed since then, but my love of music has not. While I feel sometimes too busy or too old or too out of touch to know what I'm even talking about, I hope you'll get some enjoyment out of this - as much as I've been enjoying listening to these songs and picking them for you!

I also have an email listserv with a special music bonus for anyone interested, please DM me to get on the list.

Click here to play Valentine's Day 2017 on Spotify!

1.) "Best to You" - Blood Orange

Starting off this year's mixtape with an incredible artist and song featuring singer Empress Of. Blood Orange is the project of Dev Hynes, who was a member of the British band Test Icicles. He's a songwriter and producer with a pretty epic list of artists on his resume, including Solange, Florence Welch, and Kylie Minogue. His album released last year, Freetown Sound, was a frequent flyer on the best of year lists and is mainly an R&B project featuring songs speaking out on prominent social justice issues.

2.) "Alaska" - Maggie Rogers

Thanks to my sister in law Anna for introducing me to Maggie Rogers, an indie singer-songwriter who's chart-climbing songs have crossed over into pop music's to-watch list. After presenting this track to Pharrell in her senior master class at NYU, their interaction went viral as he praised her work as something unheard before. Check out the video here.

3.) "I Need a Forest Fire" - James Blake feat. Bon Iver

While I enjoyed both Bon Iver and James Blake's latest albums released last year, it was their duo that seemed to encapsulate the sound growth I was looking for by both artists. This is, in my opinion, the best song either of them released last year. Together, the two artists were able to create something that apart was somehow a bit lacking. The combination of their voices is something not to miss.

4.) "Mothers" - Daughter

A beautiful and haunting song from the perspective of a mother on the drain, physically and emotionally, of having a child. The push/pull of loss and love is strong over the entire album, Not To Disappear, and lead singer/songwriter Elena Tonra has discussed the brutal and harsh themes that frequent her album and how she learned to uncensor herself from those sad places.

5.) "Strangers" - Psychic Twin

The title of this song along with the synths would make this a perfect addition to the Stranger Things TV soundtrack, don't you think? After Erin Fein's divorce, her debut album appropriately named Strange Diary, focuses her energy and emotions into a cohesive dark pop album.

6.) "Your Best American Girl" - Mitski

Mitski's fourth album, Puberty 2, is the one that sprang her to critical acclaim and popular success, with her punk-rock music discussing culture, race, identity, and belonging. This song in particular is poignant in a scene that doesn't hold much diversity in its popular spaces. Consistently selling out live shows and having a witty online presence, Mitski is not one to miss.

7.) "Foulbrood" - Two Inch Astronaut

Hailing from my hometown of Silver Spring, Maryland (with one member attending my high school), this band seriously caught my attention this year. There's something to be said about a specific D.C. area rock that is reminiscent of this kind of post-punk sound. One of the greatest influences of this sound was Ian MacKaye, co-founder Dischord, the label Two Inch Astronaut is on and the frontman of bands like Fugazi and Minor Threat. A lot of the local bands growing up had this kind of influence, but Two Inch Astronaut seems to get it right in a way that is all at once nostalgic of Maryland high school basement parties and paving the way for an innovative kind of genre-bending sound all together. Buy their latest album, Personal Life, here.

8.) "(I'd Rather Be) Anywhere But Here" - Honeyblood

Discovering Honeyblood last year was one of those moments where I instantly connected to their music and they catapulted to become one of my favorite bands. Honeyblood is a Scottish duo that could be described as a darker version of early Best Coast. I was lucky enough to see them live and the drummer, Cat Myers, is incredible. Their latest album, titled Babes Never Die, was released last year.

9.) "It Hurts Until It Doesn't" - Mothers

I debated putting Mothers' song "Daughter" on this playlist just to confuse everyone (see #4), but this song is just too good to ignore. The song comes to a slow down and instrumental build up about 3 minutes in that completely changes the tone but somehow manages to tell a consistent story. Mothers latest album When You Walk A Long Distance You Are Tired was released last year.

10.) "Never Meant" - American Football

I was too young to know the types of bands like American Football - the bands that a lot of people 5-10 years older than me consider real emo. Before heavy eyeliner and whining vocals and power chords came bands like American Football with their twinkly guitars and emotive lyrics. American Football and other 90's emo pioneers made punk risky by talking more openly about their feelings and they ended up creating incredible music because of it. This album is considered a classic among the 90's emo genre, and to fans surprise, the band released a new album last year, also self-titled, which can be found here. This song evokes a nostalgia for me because suddenly a lot of emo bands I liked in high school make sense because I can see how they were influenced to make the music the way they did.

11.) "Clay" - HANA

Hana is one of Grimes (Claire Boucher's) best friends and toured with her assisting on instruments and vocals this past year. Along with having a captivating and beautifully clear soprano voice, Hana brings out a lovelier, sweet side of nostalgic pop reminiscent of Carly Rae Jepsen.

12.) "Coconut Crab" - TTNG

This math rock song caught my attention because it evokes lo-fi indie surf rock style with some emo influences. TTNG has been around since 2004 and are from the U.K. Their latest full-length, Disappointment Island, was released last year.

13.) "Shut Up Kiss Me" - Angel Olsen

Angel Olsen's latest album, My Woman, topped charts and made many best of 2016's lists. The album was a turn from her previously labeled country-folk music into something she feels fits her personality and voice more.

14.) "Life Crisis" - River Whyless

A indie-folk pop group from Asheville, North Carolina that toured with Blind Pilot. Live in concert, lead singer Halli Anderson discussed how this song was written in part based on a bad break-up after a boyfriend went to visit his ex in NYC while she paced back in forth back home in Asheville. Check out a live performance of the song through NPR's Tiny Desk Concert, including creative choices such as using a typewriter for percussion here.

15.) "Jellyfish" - Laura Stevenson

I was able to see Laura Stevenson open for the Hold Steady in December which was so fun. Laura grew up on Long Island and did keys and vocals for Bomb the Music Industry. Jellyfish was released on the 2015 album, Cocksure.

16.) "Evening / Morning" - Bombay Bicycle Club

Throwback Tuesday can be dedicated to this song by Bombay Bicycle Club. An English indie rock band together since 2005, they consistently release rock bangers. This particular song was actually the first single they ever released. Currently, the band has essentially broken up, with the members saying they want to work on solo projects. Bassist Ed Nash released his solo album The Pace of the Passing earlier this year.

17.) "Black Leaf" - John Paul White

I have a deep love for the Civil Wars, a folk/country/americana duo consisting of John Paul White and Joy Williams. Like most of their fans, I was devastated to learn of their messy, drawn-out break-up official in 2014. They were two excellent artists who met through a musician's workshop and just seemed to click, winning four Grammys in their short time together. Their chemistry was electric, as can be viewed in their live videos like this one or this one. The thing was, they were both married. To other people. Joy's husband was their band manager. John's wife was at home in Alabama with their children. We may never know if a traditional affair happened, but it appeared that in one way or another, at least an emotional rift had opened. After their break-up, Joy Williams was fairly vocal with her feelings, explaining in interviews that "irreconcilable differences" were much more complicated than appeared on the surface. John Paul White was silent. He returned last year with an incredible solo album, Beulah, and rocketed back into success. While he remained silent in interviews about his former Civil Wars partner, almost like a divorced couple with the giant pink elephant in the room, he may have written about it. The lyrics on his album seem to me to easily be interpreted as the complicated emotions he felt while simultaneously losing Joy as a musical partner and friend, and potentially losing his wife for his lack of attention and focus on his family. It's important to note that John Paul White has said himself that his lyrics are meant for fans to interpret more into their own lives, than his. Privacy is important to him, and while we don't know what really happened between Joy and John Paul, maybe we can hope that just like in their song, 20 years from now we could see some sort of reconciliation.

18.) "No Way Out" - Warpaint

Warpaint are from Los Angeles and released their latest album, Heads Up, last year. Their sound is dreamy and especially this song features harmonic reverb as a major theme.

19.) "Left Handed Kisses" - Andrew Bird feat. Fiona Apple

Andrew Bird's feature with Fiona Apple is pretty much perfect. He is one of the most talented contemporary musicians and with his 2016 album, Are You Serious, he gets a little more personal, including writing a love song for his wife (swoon!). In an interview with NPR, he discussed major life changes - including marriage, a child, and his wife's battle with cancer.

20.) "Old Friends" - Pinegrove

Emo is making a comeback. While I've been spending time attending emo/pop punk live band karaoke events, Emo Night BK and Emo Nite LA have been touring the country with sold out events. I've been trying to reflect on this re-popularization of the genre of early to mid-00s bands that were made fun of and dismissed. My teenage years thrived on emo. The darkest lyrics spoke to me in a time when depression wasn't really talked about in the mainstream. Now, it does feel a bit silly to scream along to the same intense lyrics that I once cried over, but at the same time there is a sense of nostalgia. As a very drunk Adam Lazarra of Taking Back Sunday told the crowd at the 2015 Taste of Chaos tour, "I was there when you smoked your first cigarette."

But there's more to emo than 40-something majority white dudes screaming about their broken hearts. There are bands that hold a sense of authenticity and talent coming from 90s punk and post-punk influences.

Pinegrove is a band bringing it back to the start. A cross between the new, indie sound and the older, 90s/early 00s emo authenticity. Pinegrove is an incredibly unique band that not only hits indie and emo, but crosses over into folk and americana as well. This blending of genres is what is making artists really begin to stand out to me, as we cross over into the second half of this decade. Check out their 2016 album, Cardinal, here.

21.) "Radio" - Sylvan Esso

I always put a lot of thought into the order of songs on my playlist. What I love about this year's playlist is that Sylvan Esso's "Radio" can perfectly transition back into the first song on the playlist. So make sure your repeat all buttons are on, and I hope you've enjoyed this year's Valentine's Day newsletter!

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VDay 2012 Spotify

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