#this was the first ever man other than rayleigh to not view her as an object

[hhhhunty]

How funny that she never considered that.

#one piece #boa hancock #monkey d luffy #i really disagree with how oda writes her #i think she likes him in the way a little girl crushes on the first boy to ge nice to her #simply because she thinks that's how it must work #she did not have the time nor was she safe enough as a child to feel those things #this was the first ever man other than rayleigh to not view her as an object #so she thinks she *must* love him #these have been my long-winded hancock thoughts #thank you

[littlesniggy]

Hi! Love your writing my dear ❤️ I was wondering if I can request head cannons with Marco, thatch, crocodile and Rayleigh with fem readers (separate) . They are having sexy time and then there crew mates walk in during the sexy time and fem reader is in a certain positions (any positions ) reaction from both parties.. thank you so much ! ☺️

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting! This was a very interesting request and I enjoyed writing for them. I'm also a huge Rayleigh fan so glad to get a request for him this time!! I have no idea what Thatch was like since I never really cared for him (sorry) so I hope it somewhat fits what I wrote.

Warning: 18+, nsfw

Characters: Marco, Thatch, Sir Crocodile, Rayleigh

Marco

Marco usually has not that much free time to fool around with you but when he does it’s always quick but intense. He loves to make love to you even when it’s just a quicky and he is usually pretty careful as to not get caught. But even he can be forgetful, especially when your legs are wrapped around his waist so perfectly, giving him the perfect angle to drive his dick into you.

Neither of you hears how the door to the small room opens, too occupied with panting and quiet moaning. Your forehead rests against his strong shoulder and his hands are gripping your thighs tightly, pushing his member inside of you over and over again, the dirty sound of skin on skin filling the room.

It takes you two to realize your new audience simply because he is just standing there in shock, not knowing what to do. Ace always has something to say – just not right now. It doesn’t happen often that he catches the two of you in a compromising position; to be exact, it’s the first time!

But as much as he is in shock, you are terrified. I mean, it’s a pretty intimate position and most people like to keep this part of their life private. Marco is also shocked but it doesn’t take long for him to get his composure back. Good thing is, he is covering your body with his, so Ace doesn’t really see your naked form and he doesn’t really care that Ace sees him naked.

“When you’re done staring would you please leave yoi?” he’d ask, voice even and with no embarrassment. Is it awkward to face Ace after this again? Yes. Does Marco really care about it? Probably not and neither should you. Ace, however, will probably avoid the two of your for the next couple of days but it’ll go away.

Thatch

He’s a very open man when it comes to most aspects of his life and if both you and him would be okay with it he would have no problem someone watching (no sharing though!!). He likes to show you off to his crew mates, not in a tasteless way like “oh, look at how hot my partner is!” but rather in s more subtle way like moving his hands along your curves while he is talking to someone, diverting their attention to your body (you probably wouldn’t even notice he dies this on purpose sometimes).

I can also see him being the kind of lover to give oral rather than receive it. So, when the two of you are alone in a room, he probably coaxes you into allowing him to give you head, telling you that he wants to spoil you for no reason. In reality, it’s all just self-serving since he loves your taste and especially the sounds you make while he tongue-fucks you.

He likes to tease you a little while giving head and one of the things he does is have you stand on one leg, the other one is draped over his shoulder and you have to keep balance and not collapse onto the ground. He just loves to see your thigh quiver right next to his face.

This is also the position you two get caught in; him on his knees in front of you, his tongue eagerly fucking your core, one of your hands tangled in his locks and your mouth biting down on your other one to muffle your moans. So, given your position, you’re the one to see the intruder first and you’re horrified, to say the least. A loud squeak that sound unnatural coming from you in this position has Thatch alarmed and one quick look over his shoulder has him cover your body immediately.

“Don’t you ever knock before entering a room, Marco?” he asks, a small scowl on his face. Marco is not as shocked as Ace in this situation and he finds his composure rather quickly. “Sorry. Didn’t know this room was already occupied yoi.” He says with a grin before he leaves the room, not looking at you to save you from more embarrassment.

“Did it just turn you on when he saw us like this?” he asks, of course noticed you clenching around his tongue. This doesn’t deserve an answer and you push him down between your legs again, wanting him to finish what he’s started. You wouldn’t tell him weather you liked it or not – at least not yet.

Sir Crocodile

It would be very difficult to actually catch the two of you in a compromising position. Sir Crocodile is a man who likes to keep most of his live to himself, even Nico Robin doesn’t know half of it! So, naturally, he also only has sexy times with you in his private chambers. But there are times which are rare and far in between, where he lets you seduce him in a more ‘public’ area (still inside his private domain!).

In the contrary to Thatch, he likes to receive oral rather than give it and every time you seduce him in starts with you between his legs while he sits in a chair, smoking a cigar. He makes sure not to drop any of the ashes onto your head though. It’s dirty and nothing else. Plus, he doesn’t want you complain to him about it.

He loves hearing the lewd slurping sounds you make when you take him between your lips, the small choking sounds when you try and take him in even deeper and your small, muffled moans while you do. He can’t help but get turned on by it even more.

He probably knows that someone is approaching the door way before it actually opens – and he does nothing to stop you. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t like being walked in while you deep throat him but you just had to seduce him so you had to live with the consequences.

“Nico Robin. Can’t you see that I’m busy?” he asks in his usual dragged tone, a small simile on his lips. When you hear her name you instinctively try to get off of him but the hook on the back if your head doesn’t let you. He is not too keen on Nico Robin seeing his dick so naturally, he has you cover it with your mouth. You feel the heat come up in your face and you want nothing more than to just disappear but you have to sit through.

“Oh my, you should’ve told me that in advance. Now I’ve caught you two in a quite compromising position. I apologize.” You hear her say but you know she doesn’t feel one bit remorseful and neither does Crocodile. They have just a way higher tolerance for embarrassment than you do. When the door clicks, indicating she’s left the room, the man lets you come up again, letting you take in a deep breath. “Next time, maybe you should think twice about wanting to fuck you anywhere else but the bedroom.”

Silvers Rayleigh

Rayleigh is an open man and he rarely, if never, feels shame when it comes to his personal life. He doesn’t go around telling everyone about him and his sex life but if someone (he knows) asks or more likely wants to have some tips or advise he is glad to give it to them. When it comes to details about his sex life he is like a book with seven seals. He can talk about his experience in general but not what he does with you in the bedroom. It’s just common decency.

He loves to flirt with you on deck in front of the crew and he also kisses you from time to time but anything more intimate is reserved for the bedroom (or anywhere else, really). He’s quite some experience, even during his younger days. He doesn’t sleep around a lot but if he wanted someone, he usually got them. Because of this, he got to explore some kinks and his most favorite is you in blindfolds. It’s nothing special but it really does it for him.

He also likes the reverse cowgirl when you’re wearing the blindfolds. Given, he doesn’t see you wearing them but the knowledge that you’re completely relying on him turns him on. When he can hold your hips while you move on top of him, your ass always in sight; that’s just the best.

Just like Crocodile, he knows when someone is approaching the room but in this particular moment he wasn’t fast enough to bring you underneath him to cover you with his body and Roger just marches in, wanting to tell Rayleigh something. When he sees you two in this position, he’s already out of the room, not uttering a single word and Rayleigh has never been so glad that you were wearing blindfolds.

You’re confused as to why he stopped thrusting up into you. “Why did you stop?” you pant and he just chuckles a little. “No reason. Just appreciating the view.” He lies, not wanting to bother you with the thought of your captain not only seeing you naked but also you fucking yourself on Rayleigh’s dick. He knows Roger will never mention it and like hell he would bring it up. It will cause nothing but trouble

#one piece #op #op headcanons #marco the phoenix #marco x reader #marco headcanons #op thatch #op thatch x reader #sir crocodile #sir crocodile headcanons #sir crocodile x reader #silvers rayleigh #Silvers Rayleigh x reader #silvers rayleigh headcanons #ns.fw #getting caught

[oriigami]

always gold (part 1)

[Okay, so, I got Roger/Rouge/Rayleigh brainrot. This is part one of what’s gonna be a three-part story for these three, based on prompts from my @op-pirate-fleet trope bingo card. Part one, mutual pining, or: three just-set-out pirates with the whole world ahead of them. Also on AO3 here!]

Gol D. Roger isn’t a complicated man. 

There are those who will disagree, of course, someday, those who will puzzle over the Pirate King’s myth for years and decades to come, piecing together a fractured legacy and wondering at the motivation behind every move. But that’s years and years away, a future still hidden behind the endless horizon.

For the moment, the Pirate King is only Roger, sitting in the bow of a sturdy little boat with his feet up on the rail and the brim of his hat shielding his eyes from the piercing sun, and he has a problem. He sighs, folds his arms and glares up at the woven brim of golden straw over his eyes, highlighted in a criss-cross pattern by the midday sunshine.

Normally, his problems don’t stay problems for long. He likes resolving things, usually quickly, usually excitingly, usually through violence. He’s not someone who leaves things waiting if he can ever help it. And he really isn’t someone who gets scared when faced with a challenge. And yet- 

“Oi, Roger!” 

Someone kicks him in the side, startling him out of his thoughtful half-asleep daze and catching him so off guard he squawks and tumbles half off of the bench, landing in an undignified pile on the deck. 

He scowls, shoves his hat out of his eyes to look up at Rayleigh, who’s leveling a perfectly unimpressed stare straight down at him. His blonde hair is mussed from the ocean winds, hanging in messy strands around his face, stiff with salt-spray, his shirt half-unbuttoned like it usually is. Roger blinks a couple times, then remembers to glare. “Hey, I was having a really nice dream.” 

“You were supposed to be keeping an eye on the horizon,” Rayleigh says. “Map says we’re supposed to reach the next one sometime today, remember?”

“So? I’m the captain, not a lookout,” he complains, pulling himself back up onto the bench with as much dignity as he can muster, which is really not much at all. 

“Then act like it,” Rayleigh says, unmoved. 

“Why can’t Rouge do it? She’s got the compass, anyways.”

“Captain has to pull his weight too,” another voice chimes in, bright with laughter, and Rayleigh steps aside to let Rouge slip past him and drop down to sit on the bench. She has her hair tied up in a bandana, cheeks a little pink from the sun, throwing her freckles into sharp relief. “Otherwise we might need to mutiny.” 

Roger opens his mouth to object, but gets distracted before he can, by- “Hey, you called me captain! Does that mean you’re joining the crew?” 

“I never said that,” she says, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile that cuts straight through his chest. “Remember? You guys are just giving me a ride.” 

“We’ve been giving you a ride for three weeks now,” Rayleigh mutters, not sounding nearly as grumpy about it as his words suggest. 

“I never said a ride to where,” she parries back, grinning up at him as she hoists her long legs up onto the bench and leans back against Roger’s side in an overexaggerated languid stretch. Her body is warm, like the sunshine beating down on them made solid. “It’s the journey, not the destination- isn’t that what you pirates say?” 

Rayleigh snorts. “Who do you think you’re kidding? As though you’re not just as much a pirate as we are,” he says, stepping up to the rail, propping a hand on Roger’s shoulder as he leans out to squint at the horizon.

Rayleigh’s hands are strong, solid and rough from tying ropes and hauling anchors. He was a dockworker for awhile, he’s said, though he’s worked more than a dozen different jobs, apprenticed to twice as many different craftsman. His work-worn hand is heavy on Roger’s shoulder. Roger can feel it burning through his shirt. 

Rouge only grins at the accusation; Rayleigh rolls his eyes before glancing back out over the ocean, but there’s a smile on his lips. 

Rouge is warm against his side and Rayleigh’s hand is heavy on his shoulder, and Roger has a problem.

“Spyglass,” Rayleigh says, reaching his hand back expectantly without looking around, and Roger’s shoulder feels cold in its absence. 

Rouge obligingly reaches behind Roger to find the spyglass where he’d set it before drifting off, and he leans forward without really thinking so she can grab it and pass it into Rayleigh’s hand. Rayleigh brings it to his eye, propping himself up on Roger’s shoulder again, and leans forward. 

“I see it,” he says after another moment, and Roger lights up immediately, scrambling around to see for himself. Rayleigh hands over the spyglass without needing to be asked, and after a moment of searching, the island comes into view. Just a shadow on the horizon, still, but the winds are guiding them straight ahead and the ocean is calm, at least for now, as it often is in East Blue. 

They’ll be headed for somewhere bigger and better, soon, the two or three of them, depending on if Rouge comes along. 

(If she leaves, gets off on one of the stops along the line like she keeps saying she’s going to, that’s half his problem solved. He doesn’t want her to, even so.)

He grins, big and delighted, as the shadow of the distant island slowly resolves into a silhouette. There’s a blur of grey and white along the shoreline that must be a collection of buildings. This is what he lives for- new islands, new cities, new people. New challenges to be met, new fights to be fought.

The world is huge. He’s going to see it all. 

And he knows who he wants with him, when he does.

---

Roger has a by-now familiar bounce in his step as he wanders down the city streets, eyes bright and watchful in the way Rayleigh knows means he’s looking for trouble. He’s gotten used to it by now, more or less. He’s known since the day they met that Roger isn’t really someone who can be stopped from doing whatever the hell he wants. 

Rayleigh lets himself fall a step behind, partly to better take in the sights at his own pace and mostly so that when Roger inevitably does find trouble he’ll have Rayleigh at his back to haul him out of it, and finds himself side by side with Rouge. She shoots him a grin, that clever one that’s so common on her face, and slips her arm into his, falling comfortably into step.

“Beautiful city, isn’t it?” she says, tilting her head back to look up at the high, old buildings that rise above them on all sides, bricks ornately carved and engraved, the occasional gargoyle leaning down to glare at them as they pass. Past the rooftops, the sky is blue, nearly cloudless, populated only by the wheeling white shadows of seagulls.

“It is,” he has to agree, but, “I don’t like it.” 

He doesn’t even need to look over to know she’s raising an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Everything’s too close together,” he says, glancing around. A natural consequence of the age of the city, probably; buildings built between other buildings, on top of other buildings, creating walls of architecture on all sides and few easy escape routes between them. “Harder to get away. And there’s lots of marines around, too.” 

“What, you don’t trust us to be on our best behavior?” she asks, faux-offended. He gives her a flat look, and she only manages a few seconds before breaking down giggling. 

He snorts. “You, maybe,” he allows, glancing around for the familiar yellow of Roger’s hat, but before he can find it-

“Oh, Ray, look, flowers!” she says, tugging him off to one side, pulling both his attention and him towards a cart at the side of the road, overflowing with a riot of colorful petals. Her hand is still in the crook of his arm and her voice and eyes are bright with delight, and so he follows, mostly failing to smother a smile. 

He hadn’t liked her, at first. Not that he’d disliked her, necessarily. Portgas D. Rouge was the sort of person who was deeply difficult to dislike. He just- well. If it had been up to him, he probably wouldn’t have taken her on the ship at all, this long-haired girl who called herself a traveller, who smiled almost as much as their captain did and never made promises.

But it hadn’t been up to him, and if he’s honest, he’s glad. 

Sometimes, on rare occasions, Roger has good ideas. Rouge had definitely been one of them. 

Rouge sorts through the plucked blossoms on display with gentle hands, careful with the stems and petals, and the flower-seller behind the stall looks at her with clear approval. Rayleigh will be the first to admit he doesn’t know anything at all about flowers, but watching Rouge, the clear fond familiarity in her eyes, he can’t help but think maybe he wouldn’t mind learning. 

She tucks a flower stem behind her ear, a short one with a big white starburst of petals, and whirls to look at him. “What do you think?” 

“Ah,” he says, caught slightly off guard. The flower stands out like a star against her strawberry-blonde hair, against her skin still pink from the sun. “You look- good?” 

She smiles, and she’s always smiling, but it feels like a victory anyways. “Thanks! I’m not sure if white’s my color, though,” she adds thoughtfully, pulling the flower out of her hair again and twirling it thoughtfully between her fingers. 

Rayleigh hesitates, just for a moment, then: “Red.”

He takes the flower from her hand, as gently as he can, and replaces it with another of the same type from the cart, trading snowy white petals for rich ruby red. He holds it out, feeling a little awkward. “Red’s more your color.” 

Rouge’s smile is sun-bright and radiant, and she when tucks the flower behind her ear, it suits her perfectly. 

“You two are adorable,” the flower-seller says, her weathered face creasing in a smile that wrinkles her whole face. 

Rayleigh blinks. “Oh, that’s…” he starts, then glances over at Rouge, but she just smiles at him like they’ve got a secret, the two of them, so he shrugs and drops it. 

She’s still searching her wallet for coins to pay the shopkeeper with when there’s a crash and a shout from up the street. Rayleigh looks up, already feeling resigned and disgustingly fond, and isn’t surprised even the tiniest bit when he sees Roger, laughing like an idiot and dodging around passers-by with a pair of marines on his tail, headed straight for them. There’s blood on his knuckles and running down his forehead, the same exact hue as the flower in Rouge’s hair. 

Rouge tosses a pair of coins to the shopkeep just as Roger reaches them, just as he grabs Rayleigh’s wrist in one hand and Rouge’s in the other, and then they’re running. 

The wind catches the brim of Roger’s hat and yanks it off his head, and Rayleigh reaches back almost on autopilot to grab it out of midair with his free hand and shove it back down on his captain’s stupid skull without losing a step. Roger is laughing, the sound a little uneven and jagged in his throat from the exertion of sprinting, and so is Rouge, high and clear as bells, and she has a flower behind her ear and he has blood on his forehead, and they’re the worst, both of them, and Rayleigh loves them. 

“What did you do?” he demands, more exasperated than angry, and Roger just laughs harder. 

There’s something about them, about Rouge and Roger both, something magnetic and impossible that makes it difficult to do anything but follow them. Or at least that’s how Rayleigh feels, sometimes, caught up in the orbit of two spiralling stars. Sometimes it almost feels like it’s all he can do not to get left behind.

He thinks he wouldn’t have them any other way. 

---

The sun is just beginning to set over the ocean by the time they manage to lose their pursuers and make their hasty exit from the island, the three of them in their little boat with what supplies Rayleigh had had the foresight to buy before the inevitable trouble hit. Rouge is still laughing, her chest warm from fading excitement, when they cast off. 

She reaches up to check the red lily is still tucked behind her ear, and feels something soften in her ribcage when her fingers ghost across the petals. 

She hadn’t meant to stay. Really, she hadn’t. She’d only meant to hitch a ride for an island or two, with the two boys who at once seemed like the least pirate-ish pirates she’d ever met and like they could never have been anything else. But a few days became a week became two, and she’d kept meaning to find another boat and never quite got around to it, and- well. 

She’d never planned on being a pirate, exactly, and she’s still not sure whether she is or not. But does it even matter, really, when for once she’s so happy exactly where she is?

Their little boat is, well, little. It’s only barely big enough for three people to live on full-time. They’re always in each others’ space, always sharing space. It’s almost funny, how comfortable it is, how easy. She’s barely known them for three weeks, but she already feels safer with this pair of pirates than she ever did with anyone she knew back on her home island. 

They have something in common with her, she thinks, something she’d never been able to share with anyone else back home; that tug in her soul, quiet but insistent, pulling her ever onwards towards the horizon. Is that what it is, to be a pirate?

If it is, maybe Rouge is one after all. If it is, she can’t say that she minds.

She flips the vegetables she’s frying in the pan, glances over her shoulder at her crewmates. They’re sitting side-by-side at the galley’s small table, Rayleigh surveying the only map they’ve got with a thoughtful frown, Roger leaning so close into his personal space he’s nearly on his lap. Rayleigh barely even seems to notice, only shifting his arm a little so Roger can see what he’s looking at. She can’t help but smile.

She loves them so much. 

They’ll figure it out eventually. And if they don’t, well, she’s got no qualms about just kissing the both of them and letting things sort themselves out from there. Pirates are supposed to be greedy, aren’t they? They’re supposed to take what they want, no matter what gets in their way.

If Rouge is a pirate, she must be a lucky one. 

She’s already got all the gold and silver she could want.

#my writing #opfic #one piece #opfanfic #silvers rayleigh #gol d roger #portgas d rouge #gold roger #uhh do they have. a ship tag #im assuming not #roger/rayleigh/rouge #i get a rarepair and then i make it everybody elses problem

[awesometurtletails]

One does not after all, stop a volcano from erupting once it starts.

@mydetheturk​ you are a horrible perfect enabler, this is all on you!

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It's hard to get her angry. Melvina often gets annoyed and yells yes, but angry? Oh no. That's always been slow and thick and covers everything around her, scalding those who tried to keep hurting her. (She's 9 the first time, power lashing out and rolling over the fake bandits and pirates who burn her home to the ground. When she regains herself it was to the sight of her sister in her arms; dead, twin link severed and aching like a lost limb and a crowd of dead marines playing bandit.)

(Her mother had always said she got her father's temper. Her father, a man who was as steady and grounded as a mountain, would always laugh at her confusion. Would mess with her hair and quietly say that yes, he did get mad but it took a lot to set him off. That's what mama meant, sweetheart.)

After that night it takes a long time for her to get angry again. She has more control and has more important things to do then burn and boil in anger for people she doesn't trust. Let them burn themselves out against the rocky slopes she hides behind. It was, after all, going to take time to find the traitor and she would burn, slow and thick then.

Except, someone finds a weakness without even trying. Barges in to her mountainous hold like he owns the place and ends up dragging her out with the tide. There she gets attached again. There she takes a look at the motley crew and see's all the same broken damage she feels everyday. How this man, this captain, took them all the same and said MINE to the rest of the world. She's dragged into pranks, and chased around the ship by two painfully young cabin boys. (Twelve years old and she feels 30 to their seven, broken and hollow and alone.) There, with this Captain and the cabin boys and even the First Mate and Doctor she whispers it quietly. Mine.

(Rayleigh was unsure of her, a far to young girl with far to old eyes. She's quiet for so long before finally pranking the brats back that he fears she's far to broken for once. That his Captain finally found one he liked but couldn't save. Doc called her a menace and nothing but trouble the moment he saw her, catching the sight of how she carefully looks everyone over and pulling her into the apprentice position.)

That's how it started. The quiet bubbling and simmering as she gained new precious people who won't ever replace her old ones but they help her not feel alone. It grew with everyday spent with them, the depth of her anger and rage. Fierce protective anger gets poured into the hollow in her soul when she looks at those two cabin boys and quietly whispers brothers to herself. Every slight against them adds another cup.

Determined searing rage was sprinkled in the few times her Captain was insulted. It seeps into cracks in the rocks and mostly settles on the bottom. Her Captain can handle his own after all. (It seeps out in little steaming vents when she finds ways to make the Marines, who survive meeting Captain, life interesting.)

Small hurts and betrayals, slights that were never meant but get said anyway, barely even float on the surface before they burn off in the face of her real anger.

No, what adds to it are the things she hates. Things that burn and ache and leave her nearly drowning in pain.

Doc's death, who fought and fought and fought so she could run with Shanks and Buggy back to Captain. Because of fucking people who claim to be gods and wanted Shanks for his hair and Buggy for his fruit and her for her eyes.

Her Captains capture and following death. Even if he was dying and neither she nor her new mentor, Crocus, could do anything about it. (She at least gets his consent about gathering what data she can while helping him. Even if Captain dies before she can find something, Captain knows she lives by holding her pain close and shouting to the world NO ONE ELSE HURTS!)

Then the good byes to Oden, a man she had watched with wary eyes for longer than the crew did. Who only finally trusted him when he told her begged to come to Wano and show off her Ninja and chakra skills to his friend when the boarders opened. (She waits and worries even when years later she finally manages to deliver a letter to Whitebeard from Oden.)

The crew disbanded and she was left adrift with two grieving teenagers and forced to stuff her own grief deep within to keep them alive. (A possible true betrayal sits on the back of her tongue like a rotten fish but she can't stop and try to contact someone, anyone, for help because Captain's enemies are many and they are only three.)

When she was forced to make a choice and drives away the last one chasing them while the boys run to one of the few surviving members of her blood kin. When that action separated them and she does not know how or where to find them but knows the boys were safe and alive.

All of those add to her soul and fill her rage up but it still doesn't boil over. It simmers and bubbles and burns while she keeps going. New people are added to her circle, some by chance and because their just far to cute.

(Ace from Dadan, who gives him over far more reluctantly then she would ever admit to but with the words you have no connection to him, he'll be safer on her lips. Because the Marines never caught her face, because Captain wasn't a fool like everyone though and apprentice and cabin boys where jealously hidden from view.)

(Luffy from Dragon, who nearly lingers to long to see his son one last time before they had to part. Who heard whispers and rumors about who to go to if you wanted a child protected and there maybe few Sondovel's left but Melvina is just as fierce and protective as her family name implies.)

(Sabo from a garbage heap, that gives him up nearly reluctantly when two boys wander off their mother's ship. A mother who had returned to Dawn to get the truth because her eldest kept falling asleep and finds them later standing their ground against pirates with the boy.)

And some because she sees the same broken and daring soul staring back at her.

(Two former Marines who each brake the law in someway for children who are not their own. A baby mink who just wanted his brother. The minks attackers who know no other way of life but are willing to try anyway. A blacksmith who smashed the head of a marine captain who tried to touch and lay with her two apprentices. And even Melvina's own brothers, who she finds and they find her in return.)

She gains a family and crew for a third time and this time she vows to not let them burn. Not to let them die. So her rage remains dormant, bubbling and simmering as she sails and it's always there. More is added as her boys grow and she has to let them go. (She hopes she did them better then she was even done.)

It bubbles up a few times, against a Shark Fishman who thinks to take over an island that holds her youngest's friend. She doesn't hold back and nearly grinds him into the ground when she arrives. Against a Madman who was brothers to a tripping hazard, who would kill and burn such bonds just because he couldn't stand to see family be different. He lives only because the little brother he now hated asked her if she could try. Nearly against her still living mentor when she goes to him and he refuses her. She only stops because her son's are there.

Until it finally it builds and builds and burns when the news paper comes out. When her eldest is labeled the Pirate Kings son and her brother sits next to him on the executioners platform. When the Marines finally cross a line she naively thought they wouldn't, naively hoped they wouldn't.

When war starts and the prize is her son  and brother. When Whitebeard's sons try to send her away, but not the old man. The old man see's what his sons miss, knows the power of parents rage and lets her and her crew be.

Then the shot that nearly kills Buggy and Akainu's fist nearly impales Ace and it explodes. It burns and runs, hot and thick over everything. She uses every last ounce of her chakra and knowledge to fight back against the world. Her Snakes and Spiders come at her call and she burns and buries anyone trying to stop her. It doesn't stop when she feels her family now safely behind her on the sea. One does not after all, stop a volcano from erupting once it starts and she will bury every last enemy there, will burn them in her rage and anger and fear before she loses anyone else.

#One Piece Fic #Mine #turtle writes #Ouch the feels #This is Bridg's fault! #And Stereden's #But Bridg started it! #My turn with the Angst/feels bat #Pirate Mom #OP with a touch of Naruto for REAL Ninja's #Marineford

[rumandflamingo]

Come Along - CONCEPT

New AU idea because I can. ‬

‪Concept: alive Roger and Rouge; Rayleigh raising Luffy. ‬

‪Okay. So. I imagine that Roger probably hid his illness from everyone but Crocus, so when Rayleigh catches him coughing up half a lung he is beyond pissed. Like. He knocks out half the crew because he couldn’t restrain his Haki, he’s so angry. ‬

‪During one of his and Marco’s regular weekly talks (because the younger was so lost on how to be a good first mate and looks up to Rayleigh so they ended up having regular talks), Rayleigh reveals a little bit about the fact that Roger’s sick. Marco just pretends to ignore it. ‬

‪But after their conversation, Marco realizes that there is something he can do. Phoenix feathers have the ability to heal large amounts of damage to the body when applied to the wounds. If ingested, the feathers can cure sickness. He is 100% on board for giving up a feather or two,‬ ‪and when Marco asks, Whitebeard is also on board.  

Marco is shocked. When he asks his father why he isn’t rejecting, or at least protesting, his idea, Whitebeard responds that he owes Rayleigh much more than he will ever be able to repay him. It was the Dark King who brought Marco to the Yonko, who gave him the Phoenix fruit to save the young boy, who gave the other his first son. Rayleigh gave him his family; Whitebeard would never do anything to destroy Rayleigh’s.

Marco immediately calls the Oro Jackson and Rayleigh readily agrees. The Zoan is in the air the next morning. The entire flight he is worried about the reception he’s going to get when he arrives on the Oro, but instead of glares and threats, he’s greeted with food and cheers.

It takes some time for Roger and Rayleigh to come in the deck, and most of the time for Marco is spent answering questions of a young red haired boy. Roger is confused at seeing Marco but Rayleigh says he had invited him over.

Marco and Roger are soon ushered into Crocus’s office, where Rayleigh explains that they have a way to cure Roger. To Marco’s surprise, Rayleigh doesn’t mention the deal that he had made on Roger’s behalf. Just says that Whitebeard owed him a favor. When the blonde gets a raised eyebrow from the first mate of the Oro, Marco realizes that he must have talked to Pops after they had hung up.

It’s quick and painless, healing Roger. Marco’s spare feathers are ground up and made into a drink that Roger just takes like a shot. Crocus does a complete checkup and declares that, for now, Roger is doing better.

Once Crocus departs, as apparently Shanks, the redhead, and Buggy had gotten into a fight, Rayleigh explains that things are going to be a bit tricky from here on out. Neither of them mind Marco, so the young blonde sits and listens.

Rayleigh explains that Roger can not reveal that he’s healthy. He’s been spotted coughing in public by multiple marines, so they have begun to think something is wrong with him. (Marco wonders how the other blonde knows Marine intel, but doesn’t ask.)

Rayleigh gets weird looks from Roger and Marco, but the blonde ignores them and carries on. He explains that once they find the final island, which blows Marco away at the man’s complete faith that they will, he needs to turn himself in to the marines, like he had originally planned.

Marco falls to the ground in shock. Roger had planned to turn himself in? Rayleigh continues that they have a contingency plan to fake his execution (he doesn’t say the other players involved, or how it will be done), and doesn’t continue from there. Marco is trying to not feel offended when he sees the pout on Roger’s face; Rayleigh is purposely not telling his captain his plan.

The conversation fades off from there and Roger goes to call Rouge. Marco is left with the first mate, who smiles warmly and tells Marco that Whitebeard told him to take a few days off and that he is welcome to stay aboard the Jackson.

And he does. He spends the next three days with the older man, avoiding the red haired menace known as Shanks and his captain as well. (He is so tired of being called Pretty Birdy.)

A few hours before he sets off, a woman shows up on the Oro, long strawberry blonde hair trailing behind her and a hibiscus tucked behind her ear. Roger immediately turns into a puddle, crying over his beautiful Rouge.

Portgas D Rouge, Roger’s very pregnant wife.

Marco feels like he isn’t going to leave the Oro without suffering a heart attack. Roger would have died before his child was born. He would have never met his child. Marco turned to stare at Rayleigh, but the older man just shakes his head. A small party is thrown and Marco leaves at sunset. Before he takes off, Rouge stops him and hugs him, thanking him for saving her husband and for not leaving her child fatherless.

It’s three months before Marco hears anything about the Roger Pirates and when he does, it’s because they have discovered Raftel.  Almost immediately, Roger turns himself in and the slander starts.  

Whitebeard says nothing, just goes under the deck with the den den that’s always at arm’s length.

A week later, the date for Roger’s execution is set. The Whitebeard Pirates do not attend, instead setting sail for the Blues, particularly the East Blue.

Roger is executed, and they all mourn. Whitebeard says nothing, just keeps eyeing the snail with a little black crown.

They land several days later on a small tropical island named Dawn Island and Marco, Whitebeard and several others begin the long trek inland. Half a day later they arrive at the outskirts a small town, where a grinning (alive) Roger is holding a small baby boy.

He runs around and introduces his son, Portgas (Gol) D Ace. Whitebeard is ecstatic, especially when Roger lets him hold the baby. Rouge is smiling in the doorway, Rayleigh at her side.

The Pirate King is alive, happy, with his family.

Rayleigh invites them in, and they have a small feast. After the meal, all but Marco and Whitebeard leave. Curious as to why, Marco soon finds out that the other half of the deal is about to be told to Roger. It takes Rayleigh a few times to start, but he does explain the deal he made to save Roger’s life.

Roger can never sail again under the name Gol D Roger, or under the Roger Pirates flag. He will be known under a different name of his choice, but he must part with Gol D Roger. He is free to do whatever he wants, but if he chooses to set sail again, it will be under the eye of Whitebeard, so that they can keep him safe. Rouge nor Ace will owe any allegiance to Whitebeard, they are free to choose to serve under any command they like, if they want. Roger’s appearance will also need to be changed, but that can be however he likes. If he desires to leave the island, it cannot be without Rayleigh, Whitebeard, or someone trusted from Whitebeard’s crew.

Roger is still for a moment, before turning to look fully at Rayleigh. Rayleigh fears this man will lash out at him, yell at him for taking away everything he held dear, but the man instead hugs him. The blonde is confused, until Roger explains that Rayleigh, ever thoughtful Rayleigh, didn’t take away his ability to sail, to be free. Even if he doesn’t go by his name, he can still be free to sail as he wishes.

They work out a few details, but Roger is determined to spend most of his time from now on with Rouge and Ace. Whitebeard and Marco depart, but not without Rouge asking for Whitebeard to be Ace’s other godfather. Whitebeard accepts and cries over tiny baby Ace.

Rayleigh goes with Marco and Whitebeard to the shore, Marco walking ahead of the two older men. It’s hard to hear what they are saying, but Marco is able to get the gist of it.

Rayleigh won’t be going with them. He has decided to stay with Roger and Rouge, to keep them safe. Early retirement, he tells Whitebeard.

Whitebeard is angry, Marco can tell, but says nothing. The rest of the walk is in silence, and soon enough Whitebeard and Marco are back on the Moby, but not before Whitebeard gives Rayleigh part of his Vivre Card. The Dark King hands him part of his as well, then disappears beck into the thick forest.

Years pass, Marco and Whitebeard having weekly talks with Roger, Rouge, and Rayleigh. Ace constantly likes to interrupt and ramble on and on about what he learned or did that day. He is 100% a mama’s boy, much to Roger’s dismay. He refused to wear hats like Roger, instead choosing to wear flowers in his hair.

Ten years pass, before something shakes the well balanced life that the four of them have on Dawn Island.

Out of the blue, Vice Admiral Garp arrives at the small shack of Roger and Rouge, carrying with him his seven year old grandson, Monkey D. Luffy.

Roger is terrified that Garp is at his door, standing to block the man’s view of Rouge and Ace, hoping they take the hint to leave and go seek Rayleigh. He knows that without a doubt, this man would turn him into the marines. Garp simply asks for tea, moving into the shack. Ace is not happy that there is a strange man with a strange kid (as he wants nothing to harm his family), and glares at him from Rouge’s lap. Garp simply laughs and tell the trio that he needs someone to look after his grandson, because his son is quite the idiot. He figures that since Roger was very good at hiding, he’d be good for Luffy. Both adults are shocked that Garp was made aware of their location, as well as that the execution had been faked.

Roger starts to protest, when Rayleigh appears, dropping off items he had picked up from the village that day. He’s somewhat put off at seeing Garp, but says nothing. He goes about his business, shelving items, until he realizes that he has a little follower.

The three adults in the room quiet as the Dark King turns and see young Luffy following him, large eyes staring up at him in awe. He exclaims that Rayleigh has the coolest beard he has ever seen, before trying to climb up his jacket to grab at it.

Roger gets up to grab the kid, but Rayleigh stops him, hefting the kid up and placing him on his shoulders. The kid is content to sit there and be tall, talking on and on about pirates and treasure.

Rouge and Roger let out hesitant laughs, Ace keeps glaring at the kid, while Rayleigh just nods along to the kids wild stories. Some point during Luffy’s babbles, Rayleigh pulls a gold coin from his pocket and asks the kid if he has any treasure, since he claims to be a great pirate in training.

Luffy grins and pats his hat, something that all of the adults had failed to notice. There, sitting on Luffy’s head, is Roger’s straw hat. Luffy exclaims that it’s a promise to his friend, Shanks, to someday beat him and become King of the Pirates. Roger promptly falls out of his seat, speechless. Garp glares between the kid and Roger, while Rouge’s soft laugh fills the room.

Rayleigh says nothing, simply smiles and pats the kid’s head. This kid is something special, he can tell.

Without pomp and circumstance, he tells Garp that he will take care of Luffy. He says nothing else, just simply grabs the bag that Garp carried in with him and leaves, starting a tale about an adventure that he and Roger had gotten into when they first started sailing.

The room echoes with the marines loud laughs as Rouge and Roger chase after the graying blonde and his small charge.

#silvers rayleigh #gol d. roger #portgas d. ace #portgas d. rouge #monkey d. luffy #one piece #one piece AU #fic concept #whitebeard #marco #yall #this wasn't supposed to be this long #this is just an idea #TToTT #i hope you enjoy

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563-564: "A Shocking Fact! the True Identity of Hordy!" and "Back to Zero! Earnest Wishes for Luffy!"

...

I’m guessing this is what all the caught-up OP fans have been waiting for this entire arc.

Here’s the verdict: I really liked the “Nothing” twist. Oda was brave to create a realistic villain like Hordy Jones. And he is probably one of the most realistic OP villains. I get why people hated it. But I know people like this guy and I think other OP fans who come from a background where there are real, engrained systemic, centuries-old problems (racism, sectarianism, whatever -ism plagues your town), they will see Hordy Jones and his goons in all the downtrodden, bitter, brainwashed poor people who had nothing to cling to but the past and a manufactured sense of social superiority.

But I’ll go into that later. There were a couple of happy Strawhat scenes. Can’t ignore them, so will dive back into the serious Hordy stuff later.

Leave It All to the Strawhats

Just have to give a brief thumbs up for the return of Sane Sanji. Or at least the Sanji I like best: the one who is smart, sarcastic and smoking. Loved that scene with the Sea Bonze guy when he did a Moria and inflated to a large size. “How do you like my size?” Sea Bonze guy boasted.

“Kraken’s bigger,” Sanji said bluntly.

“OH YEAH, HOW ‘BOUT NOW?”

“Still bigger.”

At this rate, Sanji won’t have to lift another finger. The Sea Bonze guy will keep inflating, take out more and more of his own team, and Sanji can sit back, smoke and enjoy the view.

Chopper’s little moment with Zoro was great too. I’ve always thought Zoro and Chopper have this weird, special kind of understanding. They were paired up in Strong World and, I have no evidence to base this on so tell me if I’m wrong, but I don’t remember Zoro ever ragging on Chopper like he sometimes does with the other Strawhats. (It’s almost like he knows Chopper’s a sensitive, kind, little soul so he wants to protect him? The other Strawhats can take the banter, so he goes for it.) 

Whatever the case, Chopper busted out his Heavy Point and went toe-to-toe with the strongest of the Fishmen Goons. Zoro turned and joked, “Hey, Chopper! That was the form that gave you the most human look, but now you look more monster-like.” It’s nice that Zoro can joke like that with Chopper. He knows Chopper was sensitive about his humanity. It was almost like Zoro was saying, “Hey, that form’s strong. Are you okay with the look?”

But Chopper’s self-esteem has rocketed since he joined the Strawhats. “I wanted to look like a human because I wanted friends. Now I want to be a monster who helps Luffy!”

Chopper really has accepted himself. Excuse me while I dab my eyes with this tissue.

Also, Zoro is making short work of Drunk Sword Fish Guy. “Bring the strongest swordsman on Fishman Island,” he said. “You’re not even strong enough to kill my boredom.”

Hospital treatment needed for that burn.

And I just have to say that scene with Robin freeing the human pirate slaves was spectacular. The little moment between her and Jimbei (”I cannot refuse the request of a handsome man”), her spinning the situation to prevent grudges against innocent Fishmen (”You can thank Jimbei for asking me to free you”) and that Cuerpo Fleurs: Double Clutch move...

It was beautiful. ;_; I only wish she had used it on Spandam. The only thing better than one clutch is two. But that Hammond guy had it coming, so I’m not complaining.

And speaking of slave-taking racist scumbags...

It Always Starts Small

I definitely liked the “Nothing” twist. 

It was a shock at first. Must admit that. I kind of stared at the screen and laughed for a moment before what Fukaboshi said sank in.

“Hordy is a monster brought to life by our environment. The New Fishman Pirates are monsters created by an ancient grudge. A grudge born from our ancestors in the shadow of Fishman Island. They fear the grudge will be forgotten, their anger against humans dispelled. That’s why they are so impatient. They want humans to be evil so they can justify their crusade. They just want to see bloodshed. They don’t even want peace for Fishmen. Their hatred is not rooted in experience or true beliefs. They have no substance. They are completely empty.”

It might seem a cop out. Mundane. Motiveless. But that’s the thing. Hordy does have a motive: his empty hatred drives him.

And the sad thing is, I totally get what Oda’s trying to do here. Kind of wish I didn’t, but I do. I know people like Hordy. I’ve mentioned this before here, but where I live, sectarianism is a thing. Two branches of the same bloody religion have divided my part of the planet for centuries. There’s a horrible history of repression and terrorism on both sides. Now there are segregated schools and whichever football team you support outs you as “on a side”. Even your name and where you work can mark you. If you visit FB pages dedicated to the city, you won’t have to look far for sectarian posts. Dive into the football teams and, oh boy, you are in for a real treat! 

The thing is, the people who are most virulently into this crap are often (but not always) the poorest, most downtrodden people in society. Scrape the bottom and there you will find them. There’s a lot of poverty where I live (relative compared to the rest of the world, of course). Grinding poverty means you don’t have much going for you. All you have to feel superior is your football team and your religion. (And these people actually have very little knowledge on the tenets of their respective religions, by the way. Same goes for social history. Ask them anything and they’ll get angry because they know they know nothing.) All they know is: the other side is BAD. Why? Because dad said so, and his dad said so, and so did his. They cling desperately to empty hatred.

Hordy Jones and his goons are like that. Though they’re even worse. At least the sectarian folk from my city have actually met each other in the streets after a game and have beaten the crap out of each other face to face. Hordy has never met a single human in his life.

“What did humans do to you?”

“Nothing.”

He straight up admitted it. 

I loved the way Oda revealed how Hordy acquired his toxic prejudice. Because it was realistic.

Lynchings

It started small. Drip feeding the hatred. Every inch of Fishman District, that poverty-stricken, lawless place where there was nothing to do but hate. Every week another attack. Every week another kidnapping. Every once and a while a hero comes along, dying a martyr’s death (one was lauded for burning down the Human Shoppe. Probably a small business run by Fishmen, but what does that matter?) As a kid, Little Hordy loved heroes.

Then a Big Hero came along. Arlong. He liked to sit the little kiddies down and tell them tales of humans. Drip feed that poison in their ears. I guess this is what Otohime was trying to counteract. (Now that scene when she scolded the Fishmen who were about to lynch St Myosgard is really put in perspective.)

“This is a crusade! Ages ago, the filth we call humans envied the chosen and gifted Fishmen. They decided to persecute us. They were everywhere, like maggots.  Humans used the only advantage they had: numbers. They drove us down to the sea floor. Never forget our grudge against the humans. Humans know and fear that their reckoning day will come, and that’s when we’ll make them pay!”

The worst, most insidious statement was this: “Never forget our history. Feel the disappointment of the dead. Take over their resentment. Hold a grudge against humans.”

That line: “feel the disappointment of the dead”... that’s evil. Proper emotional blackmail. These people died with hatred festering in their hearts. Honour the glorious dead. Damn... I feel sorry for Fisher Tiger being used in this way.

Hordy was so twisted by the poison poured in his ear on all sides that he couldn’t even listen to a story young Hatchi told about Rayleigh. He was a human but he was different. Rayleigh never made a face when he looked at Hatchi. “I don’t like your story, Hatchi,” Hordy said. “It makes me sick.”

When Tiger was killed by Marines, Hordy’s gang, swilling beer in a pub, concluded he wasn’t the chosen hero. Someone had to step up to take his place.

Then - and I could hardly believe this was in a kid’s show - it went all KKK. Torchlit lynchings of Fishmen who had helped humans in some way (one poor guy donated blood). The Royal Family were obviously traitors. They wanted to forgive humans. Jimbei was a traitor too. He had joined the Shichibukai. 

“This country needs a hero,” Hordy Jones concluded. And he decided that he would be that “hero”. So he pulled the trigger on Otohime and stoked the fire of hatred against humans. The contrast between the funeral scenes and Hordy’s gang laughing it up at the pub was infuriating but effective.

Then, ten years later, it was time for their revenge. “This is a crusade. Prepare to kill as many humans as you can before your own death. We are devoting our lives to this vengeance.”

I wonder if Hordy will be willing to sacrifice his own life for his ideals? Or is that only for other people? 

Push the Reset Button

You know what else I liked? Fukaboshi’s reaction to the realisation of where Hordy Jones had come from.

It was what Otohime had realised years ago, but maybe never had the chance to discuss it with her kids.

“I don’t know when, but we lost contact with Fishman District. They’ve become something like an isolated, dark side of Fishman Island. We pretended not to see the twisted hatred building up in that lawless ditch in the deep water. I filled mother’s shoes, I collected signatures, but it was only superficial. I thought I was making progress. It was too late! People like them are the ones my mother feared the most. We should have fought with ourselves first. We should have fought our own feelings towards humans. Mother was killed by the grudge growing on Fishman Island. Maybe she knew it. But a part of me held that resentment and hated humans for killing my mother. Dead people take their regret to the grave, so  grudge is an illusion the living create and they alone cultivate it. Because I hated humans, I overlooked the resentment in Fishman District. When I finally noticed, it had become too powerful and beyond control.”

See, this is why I respect Fukaboshi a lot. He admits he had a part to play in the mess. Granted, I think he is justified, in a sad way. For ten years, he grew up believing a human had shot his mother dead. Despite that, he carried on her dream. But the whole Fishman District being a lawless, broken place that was ignored is interesting. If you leave a place to rot and don’t do anything about it, the people there will become poor and downtrodden. It is really easy to radicalise people who have nothing to lose. What the Royal Family should have done was double down on Otohime’s efforts to include Fishman District, to alleviate the poverty and lawlessness. Maybe that would have helped. Maybe.

His solution to the problem? It was pretty radical, actually.

“If nothing is done, Fishman Island will destroy itself through hatred of humans! We don’t need the past! Reset our history to zero. Wipe out those phantoms who shut the island away from the sun. Bring Fishman Island back to zero!

That’s also pretty radical. I guess Fukaboshi thinks there’s so much necrotic, gangrenous flesh poisoning Fishman Island that it’ll be best to just amputate the diseased limbs than let it spread any further. It’s sad that it’s come to that point, but I guess the hate is too strong.

Luckily, Fukaboshi and Shirahoshi have a Luffy who doesn’t give a crap about the past. “As long as you let me handle it my way, don’t worry,” Luffy assured. “Our minds were made up when we arrived at the plaza with Jimbei. We won’t let anyone harm Fishman Island. Leave it all up to us, Brother-Hoshi. We’re friends, right?”

I dunno, but I get the funniest feeling that this particular, rubbery human has made a lasting impression on Fukaboshi. ;)

Be honest. It’s how you’d want to go too.

#one piece #neverwatchedonepiece #nwop #never watched one piece #monkey d. luffy #hordy jones #fukaboshi #princess shirahoshi #arlong #fishman island #tony tony chopper #roronoa zoro #nico robin #sanji #jimbei #franky #brook #nami #king neptune #hatchi

[lockdaisy]

Heart Pirates Headcanons:

I really, really love these goofy dorks, so I decided to post some of my headcanons about them:

1. All of the Heart Pirates are, in some way or another, misfits and outcasts who were hated by the world and led terrible, loveless lives before they met/were saved by Law. I mean... considering what we know in canon, I feel like this is pretty plausible. Here are some canon examples:

• Since most people in the OP world don’t know about minks, Bepo was feared, hunted, and abused for being a talking bear

• After their parents died, Penguin and Shachi were taken in by distant relatives who treated them like slaves. And after they ran away, they were viewed as nothing more than ruffians and were disdained by everyone around them

• Jean Bart was a slave of the Celestial Dragons

And because all of them were abandoned and hated by the rest of the world, they experienced their first taste of happiness only when they joined the crew, and their lives became wonderful ever since

2. In the same vein as the aforementioned headcanon, because everyone else rejected and despised them, the Heart Pirates only have each other. They view each other as FAMILY, and they’d happily and unhesitatingly lay down their lives and dreams for each others’ sakes. As far as they’re concerned, it’s them against the world, and the world can go burn in hell for all they care if it’s for the sake of even a single one of their precious crewmates

3. The Heart Pirates are deeply and automatically suspicious of anyone who isn’t a member of their crew. Like... they’re friendly enough with outsiders, but when these outsiders start trying to get CLOSE, that’s when the barriers slam shut and they become cold and hostile. This is the reason why some of the Heart Pirates—such as Ikkaku, Uni, and Clione—were initially against the alliance with the Straw Hats. While they trust their captain absolutely, they were deeply suspicious of Luffy, and as far as they were concerned, someone like Luffy was nowhere near worthy enough to associate with their beloved captain

4. Law’s overprotective of his crew. Because everyone he’s ever loved has died a horrible death, Law’s terrified of losing his crew as well, which is the reason why he stashes them away somewhere safe whenever he goes on dangerous missions, like when he ordered his crew to go to Zou while he was off at Punk Hazard and Dressrosa. He REFUSES to risk their lives in any way, and he’s TERRIFIED of the idea of them sacrificing themselves for him like Cora-san did

5. The crew’s overprotective of Law as well. Each one of them would gladly die for Law’s sake, and they do their best to ensure that Law doesn’t so much as get a skinned knee. And if someone actually manages to hurt Law? Well, they’ll all team up and do their level best to make that person SUFFER

6. Contrary to many people’s expectations, Law frequently and vocally tells his crew that he loves them. He just does it when they’re all alone together in private since he’s embarrassed by the idea of outsiders hearing him say it. He makes sure to tell them this because his greatest regret is that he never got to tell Cora-san that he loved him, and that fact haunts him to this very day. As a result, he makes it a point to make sure his crew knows with absolute certainty that he cares about them so as to not make the same mistake again

7. Penguin’s the first mate of the Heart Pirates. While people think that Bepo’s the first mate since Law knew him the longest, Bepo’s actually just the navigator since he HATES the daunting responsibility of making the hard decisions and doesn’t have the strategic mind necessary to help advise Law. Penguin, on the other hand, not only has the grit necessary to make the hard decisions, but he has the intelligence needed to help advise Law and the willingness to tell Law when he thinks he’s wrong

8. Shachi has self-esteem issues since he fears that he may be the weakest member of the crew. Because he was the only one affected by Rayleigh’s haki blast, he fears that he may have a weak will, and can become very snappish and angry whenever he thinks that someone may be questioning his abilities

9. The seat at the very head of the dinner table is kept empty in order to honor Cora-san and where he’d be sitting if he were still alive today

10. Even though they hated it with all of their hearts, even though they were worried sick and desperately wished to protect him, they let Law go alone to Punk Hazard since they know Law’s past and knew this was the only way Law could get closure

11. Along with Law and Jean Bart, who have their own rooms due to captain’s privilege and size respectively, Ikkaku’s the only one who has her own room. Also, her least favorite assigned duty on the Polar Tang is managing the engine rooms since the heat there makes her hair get all muggy and tangled

12. Because they spend most of their time deep underwater in the Polar Tang, most of the Heart Pirates train, party, read, or play card games to pass the time

13. Law very, VERY rarely joins in on the parties his crew throws. Instead, he just sits in the corner and just silently watches them the entire time. His crew is absolutely fine with this since they know and cherish their captain’s oddities, and they can feel the love in his gaze

14. After he lost his first crew and became a slave, Jean Bart became deeply nihilistic and thought he’d never care about anyone ever again. But after joining the Heart Pirates, he began to heal, and now he can feel genuine happiness and he loves every one of his crewmates with every ounce of his soul

15. Because of his experience as a former captain, Jean Bart imparts wisdom to Law whenever he senses that Law’s beginning to doubt or feel unsure of his own decisions

16. Uni’s an excellent masseur, which is awesome since a lot of the crew—especially Law—get incredibly tense very often

17. Clione’s an archivist, which actually makes him work together with Law surprisingly often, since Law wants Clione to record all of the events and information they encounter just in case they need to use it at a later date

18. Cora-san’s birthday is an official Heart Pirates holiday. On that day, they get a day off and they all get to drink, eat, and make merry as much as they want

19. The Heart Pirates love to spoil and pamper Law ROTTEN. Like... they might complain about how spoiled their captain is once in a blue moon, but otherwise, they positively SHOWER Law with affection and fulfill his every little whim. If Law sits down on the deck, one of the members might immediately rush over and massage his feet/back. If Law ever wants a midnight snack, the crew will all immediately wake up and do everything in their power to make him the best snack imaginable, even if one of them needs to go so far as to go outside and catch some fish. If Law ever falls asleep anywhere, one of them will carry him back to his room and tuck him in

20. All of the Heart Pirates know about Law’s past, and they ESPECIALLY know all about Cora-san. They’re endlessly grateful to him for saving Law, and they deeply worship the man as a result. And it’s because of that that they all so proudly wear the Jolly Roger that represents Cora-san’s smile on every piece of clothing they wear, and why they so proudly call themselves the Heart Pirates, which was named in honor of Cora-san and all that he symbolized to Law

#my stuff #trafalgar law #heart pirates #some of these headcanons were inspired by stuff I read in some amazing fanfics 😎👌🏽 #shachi #penguin #jean bart #clione #uni #ikkaku #op #queue #tw: abuse mention #tw: child abuse mention #tw: slavery mention #tw: food mention #tw: eating mention #tw: death mention #tw: violence mention #long post

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[SF] The finest meal you'll ever have

At the turn of the twenty-second century, many of Earth’s colonies revolted. Within days, enemies of Earth’s mighty empire declared war, hoping to take advantage of the chaos. Forced to fight battles on all fronts, we had been dragged into the center of the third galactic war. After nearly three decades of bloodshed and meaningless carnage, Earth and her allies emerged on top. In the aftermath, countless planets lay destroyed and people all around the universe prayed for peace and prosperity. All the involved parties ceased fire and finally, soldiers could return to their homes.

Like many others, General Rayleigh wanted to put all that had happened behind him. He had led many of Earth’s troupes to countless victories and now longed to peacefully settle down and discover his place in the new world. For his service to the Empire, the president awarded him with a hefty pension and a manor on planet Leos, the birthplace of his late mother. He had spent his last twenty years fighting. War was all he knew and all that he was good at. To somebody who’d been in battle his entire adult life, the normal world seemed foreign and empty. Rayleigh, however, was not a man to live life without a purpose. He planned to spend his first month introspecting and thinking about how he wanted his new life to shape up. Leos consisted of many fertile and uncultivated lands. He could spend his money to buy land near his house and become a farmer. Else, he could use it to buy a spaceship and spend his remaining years exploring the galaxies. The possibilities were endless and soon, Rayleigh was overwhelmed with choices. One day, an unusual guest came to visit him. She was an old woman who’d traveled halfway across the galaxy to speak to him. By the time she left his house, Rayleigh had once again found purpose in life.

Ellis had been Rayleigh’s closest friend in the war. They originally met each other as recruits in the training camp and later, they’d been assigned to the same battalion. For eight long years, they fought countless battles side by side. On one of their missions, they had been stranded on an inhospitable planet. After roaming the land for many days, they finally came across a crashed and abandoned space ship. Ellis confirmed that he could fix the radio and by help would arrive by the next day. That night, as they waited for rescue, they ate their first meal in days. It was a rotten apple they’d found in the cockpit. It tasted bitter but the two quickly divided it amongst themselves and devoured it within seconds. Later that night, they talked about what all they’d do once the war was over. It had become a tradition for them to do so after every mission. It was one of the few things that kept them going. This time, they talked about opening their own restaurant. They would offer customers the “finest meal they’ll ever have”. Both knew, however, that the end of the war was nowhere in sight. They had even begun to lose hope of ever seeing the planets co-exist peacefully in harmony.

Less than a year later, Ellis was gravely injured in combat. He succumbed to his injuries before a medic could get to him. Following that day, Rayleigh started having a regular occurrence of nightmares.

Rayleigh’s unexpected visitor was Ellis’s mother. Having lost her only son, she had waited thirteen years for the war to end. When it did, she left to seek out Ellis’s dearest friend and learn about her son’s final moments. The two talked for hours, telling each other stories about the man who had meant so much to them. In the midst of their conversation, Ellis’s mother talked about his lifelong dream to open a restaurant. Rayleigh was taken aback when he heard this. He was reminded about the time they’d talked about doing so together. He’d never realized that his friend genuinely held such a dream. The moment he found out, Rayleigh made up his mind. He would honor his best friend’s memory by accomplishing his lifelong dream. He would open a restaurant and figure out a way to offer its customers the finest meal of their lives.

Rayleigh was a smart man. He had ranked first in his military when it came to mental proficiency and was one of the youngest generals in his quadrant’s history. His strategies and tactics had tipped the tide in his side’s favor on many occasions. He realized that although he was no longer a soldier fighting in a war, the mindset and strategies he had developed in wartime would be of use in the business world.

Acknowledging that his knowledge regarding the dining industry was scare and lacking, he made a decision to spend the next five years studying the history, science, and psychology of food. He traveled to Earth in an attempt to study its galaxy - renowned cuisines. By his second year, he learned Italian, Indian, Thai, Chinese, Mexican and every other cuisine he had ever read off or seen. At each step, his main focus lay on thinking about how he could use his new knowledge to craft the finest meal a customer could have. He held the belief that successful business was driven by innovation, which came only from technology and research.

By the end of the fifth year, Rayleigh had a clear vision of what his restaurant would be and how it would operate. He spent the next three years documenting and refining his plan. By this time, his friends from the war had reached high positions. He proceeded to schedule meetings with investors he’d served with. They invited him to pitch his idea in front of everyone. Within the span of twenty minutes, everyone in the room was floored by Rayleigh’s idea and a huge number of venture capitalists agreed to pour in huge amounts of money for the project. As a year went by, suspense and mystery regarding the restaurant continued to build up.

Eleven years after he’d first decided to honor his dearest friend’s legacy, Rayleigh finally declared “Ellis and Rayleigh” open. The tagline read “The finest meal of your life”. He had carefully selected and invited various food critiques and journalists who were now lined up outside. Sharp at twelve, the doors opened for the very first wave of customers. Standing on top of the tallest tower in the city, the view from Ellis and Rayleigh was impeccable and it’s interior was impressive. Rayleigh stood proud in the center, waiting for everyone to head to their assigned seats. None of the tables had any menus or cutleries. Instead, in front of each person, there lay a sleek rectangular slab of glass. Transparent with a light shade of blue. Many brought up it’s resemblance to a smartphone. When everyone had finally been seated, Rayleigh spoke

“Thank you all for coming. Initially, the plan was to start with a huge ceremony. However, we collectively decided that it would best if instead, we cut right down to the chase and begin the demonstration. I request all of you to pick up the rectangular slab you see on your table.”

Puzzled, everyone did as he asked.

“Now hold it front and place your tongue on it, as if you’re licking it”

The entire restaurant erupted with laughter. General Rayleigh had to be joking. He couldn't possibly be serious, they spoke amongst each other.

Rayleigh joined in with a friendly laugh. After everyone calmed down, he proceeded to demonstrate. Holding up one of the slabs that he’d been keeping in his pocket, he proceeded to open his mouth and place his tongue on it. After a few seconds, the device beeped and turned to a light shade of green. On the slab, there was now a digital timer. It had been set to nine minutes and instantly started counting downwards.

Curious, everybody around the room proceeded to imitate what Rayleigh had just done. Slowly, slabs all around turned green and multiple counters started. Some started from as few as five minutes and some even started all the way from twenty-five. This time, when Rayleigh spoke, all eyes were on him.

“When the timer ends, it means that your meal has been prepared. One of our waiters will bring the dish to you. Your dish will initially be covered with a lid. We request all of you to not open the lid until everybody else has also been served”

Everyone waited. When the final dish had been served, Rayleigh finally asked them to open their lids and have a look at their food.

The entire room gave out a collective gasp. On each plate, they lay a different dish. Some people had been served pizza, some others had gotten noodles and rice. Countless dishes spanning a huge variety of cuisine could be found in the room. Even people who were served the same dish noticed huge variations in ingredients and flavors. Few of the meals were even accompanied by a custom made dessert or drink.

“Using state of the art technology, our research team has devised a way to analyze your tastebuds and monitor their interactions with your brain. Using this rectangular device, we determine the dish you’re most likely to prefer. Once determined, our team of versatile chefs begins making your favorite dish, ensuring that it’s cooked and made it in the manner you’d enjoy the most.”

The demonstration left the crowd wild. Most of the attendees were still shocked from having seen their personal favorite dishes suddenly appear in front of them. Business analysts unanimously predicted that this new restaurant would revolutionize the entire food industry and go on to become massively profitable and successful. They turned out to be right. When the first word of “Ellis and Rayleigh” got out, residents from all over the galaxy rushed to experience the finest meal they’d ever have. Within weeks of the opening, the restaurant became one of the hottest places to dine at in the galaxy. Within a year, reservations were required to be made weeks, if not months in advance. After a hugely successful IPO, Rayleigh began work to set up branches throughout the universe.

By the time he turned ninety, Ellis and Rayleigh had turned into one of the most profitable organizations of the century. Rayleigh retired soon after, passing on his responsibility and leaving the company in the hands of a trusted board of directors. A few years later, he was invited as the guest of honor for one of the company’s press conference. The research department had been working very hard and it was finally time to announce their latest innovation. The new restaurants would now do more than just analyze one’s tastebuds to create meals. They would also factor in the customer’s DNA and brain activity. This would allow the company to factor in dietary restrictions for certain meals and even recreate items from the customer’s memory. The crowds cheered as General Rayleigh walked to the stage, soon to become the first person to try out Ellis and Rayleigh’s revamped technology.

As he had done so many years ago, Rayleigh picked up the slab and placed his tongue on it. He then proceeded to let the device scan his brain and collect a sample of his DNA. When he was done, the timer displayed a waiting time of just three minutes.

Soon, his food arrived. Rayleigh lifted the lid for everyone to see. On the plate, lay nothing but a crudely cut piece of a rotten apple. Everybody in the crowd looked puzzled. A voice shouted from the back of the crowd.

“Does it not work?”, it asked.

“Quite the contrary” replied Rayleigh. Wiping off a tear that just formed in his eye, he proceeded to eat, truly the finest meal he would ever have in his life.

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Hat - Chapter 3

Summary: The Roger Pirates get a doctor.

Chapter 3 - Gol Arc: Medicine and Misunderstandings

So yeah. Roger got us a crewmate! And it was Silvers Rayleigh!

If there was any chance of me being able to deny being in One Piece before, it's gone kaput now.

Honestly, it was a real stroke of luck that Roger gotRayleigh as his first cremate. Likely in both Canon and this one. Rayleigh is able to navigate the Blues with little to no problem. He's also level-headed, responsible and competent in just about every way necessary on a pirate ship.

Seriously, how the fuck was Roger's luck this good and how can I get me some of that?

Well, regardless, with Rayleigh, we rapidly gathered up more crewmates. He was a lot more capable when picking out someone to join than Roger's method of asking everyone he thinks is cool. We managed to get a swordsman, a cook, a couple of snipers and a lookout. I told Roger and Rayleigh - after Rayleigh was convinced I wasn't a sign that crazy was infectious - that I'd rather not be known to the entire crew. Just those two knowing about me was enough.

With a bigger crew, we soon needed a bigger ship, not that that was much of a problem. We just robbed most of the more… unpleasant pirates we came across of their treasure. Not like they'll need it at the bottom of the sea.

Still, by the time we set off for the Grand Line, we still haven't managed to recruit a capable sea doctor. A few of our crewmates knew basic first aid, but that doesn't make up for the lack of real medical knowledge. The only reason I didn't protest the matter was because I knew Crocus was at the beginning of the Grand Line and we would recruit him before we really set off to our first island.

"ALRIGHT!" Roger excitedly screams. "THE GRAND LINE!"

None of the pirates around him could seem to keep the smiles off their faces, no matter how small or large they ended up being. This was what they were all waiting for. The Grand Line.

"Cool your heels, Roger." Rayleigh says, amused. In the past few months, he's gotten swept up in Roger's chaos more times than he wants to count, so he's had to get used to going with the flow. Still, someone has to be the reasonable one. "We're not going to be there for a little while yet."

"Boo!" Roger sulks. "You party pooper."

:: Did you seriously think we would be there the moment you woke up from your nap? ::

"Well no, but I thought we would have at least been able to see the Red Line by now." Roger complains. "Also, are you sure I can't tell any of the others about you? I mean- "

:: For the last time, YES, I'm sure. Goda, just because you don't like speaking to me in your head is not going to make me budge from my decision. ::

"Hey, what is Goda anyways?"

:: The God of this world. All he requires to worship him is an interesting story. In our case, living out adventures is plenty. Oh look! We're here! ::

Roger's head whips to the side as he gets a clear view of the Red Line, easily forgetting about the topic he was discussing with Felix, who wishes he could sweatdrop at how short Roger's attention span could be.

:: Roger, you should really get Rayleigh to prep the ship for Reverse Mountain. We need to catch the right current to get through without dying. ::

"Got it." "Rayleigh!" Roger calls back. "Set the ship to ride the current up Reverse Mountain!"

Rayleigh blinks, though he moves to do what he's ordered to before asking, "Is this something else Felix told you?" The, just now, was left unsaid between them.

"Yep!" Roger nods. "The currents flow up the mountain and then take us down into the Grand Line."

"You know," Flint, the older brother of Fleur and part of a sniper duo with her, asks. "I'd like to meet this Felix one day. It sounds like he knows a lot about the Grand Line. He must have some interesting stories to tell about it."

Roger glances at his Hat, "Nah, he just gave me some advice before I set sail is all. He knows a few things here and there."

:: Oh ho? What's this? Roger's able to tell a lie of omission now? I'm so proud of you. ::

"Keep that up and I'll tell the others whether you like it or not."

:: Shutting up now! ::

For the next few minutes, the crew on The Satisfaction moved in practiced motions as Rayleigh shouted out orders to keep the crew on course.

"Alright, that should do it." Rayleigh says as he turns away from the sea with a cruel smirk. "You better hope I didn't get it wrong because if we crash now, we're done for."

"Ah who cares!" Roger laughs, throwing his head back. "There is no better way to die than without regrets!"

"WE CARE YOU IDIOT!" Came the shouts of his crew.

Roger rubs at an ear. "Yeesh, fine. Umm, how about..," Roger tilts his head as if listening to something the crew couldn't hear. "Okay I got it. 'If we don't make it out alive, we'll haunt your afterlife?'"

Rayleigh shakes his head with a small amused smile on his face. "Aye Aye Captain."

:: You know, Rayleigh is a lot more amenable to calling you Captain than when we first met him. He must have gotten attached to your brand of chaos. ::

"Huh? What are you talking about? Of course he calls me Captain. I'm the Captain."

:: ...It's times like these that I wonder how it's possible for you to be so perceptive about things other people over look and so oblivious to things that are obvious. ::

"Roger giving you a hard time Felix?" Rayleigh asks in a low voice as the rest of the crew enjoy the ride up Reverse Mountain.

Roger pouts. "I'm not that bad."

"Yes you are." Rayleigh deadpans in coincidental unison with Felix. "I remember the one time you didn't have Felix with you when we went to an island. Never again." Rayleigh feverently swears. "I never want to try to reel you in by myself ever again.

"But-"

"NEVER." Rayleigh glares at Roger.

"Captain!" Flint calls out. "I think I see the top!"

In an instant, Roger appears at the figurehead of the ship, eagerly anticipating the ride back down. From what Felix said, it's supposed to be amazing.

:: When have I ever been wrong? Hold onto your Hat, it's gonna be wild! ::

Roger clasps a hand over his Hat just in time to keep it from being blown off his head by the strong winds as they rush down the other side of Reverse Mountain. Roger whoops and hollers the entire way down along with the rest of his crew.

"You know, I'm getting flashbacks to the Squirrels. There aren't any giant animals at the end of this ride, is there?"

:: ...ahe. There's just one? ::

Roger glances up at his Hat in alarm. "Felix!"

:: It's harmless and probably won't- ah shit. Damn you Murphy. ::

"All hands on deck!" Rayleigh shouts, having seen what Felix just did. "Hard to Port! There's an opening around it on the left!"

The crew called out affirmatives as they rushed to follow Rayleigh's commands. Rayleigh himself pulls Roger out of the way and grabs Felix off his head and places him rather forcefully on his own.

"Why the fuck didn't you say anything about the giant whale at the end of Reverse Mountain."

:: ...I thought it wouldn't be there? ::

"Felix!" Roger whisper shouts. "We nearly crashed because of it."

:: He's not as big as he could have been. He'll be twice this size in about thirty years. ::

"That doesn't make it better!" Rayleigh thinks furiously.

:: Well what do you want me to do! I thought he would know to stay clear of the opening of Reverse Mountain! Dozens of ships before us had to pass through here! ::

"And dozens probably crashed because of it too." Rayleigh sighs. "Just prepare us before we reach these things next time. And I thought Roger was bad enough."

:: Hey! I heard that! I'm nowhere near as bad as he is! ::

"I'm still here!" Roger points out.

"You were meant to. Both of you." Rayleigh places Felix back on Roger's head, glancing over Roger's shoulder at the rest of the crew. "Looks like they managed to divert us just in time."

"Yeah, well, we almost didn't." Markel, the cook, says with narrowed eyes and crossed arms. "The heck were you bozos doing back here?"

Rayleigh frowns. "Sorry about that. I thought that Roger forgot to tell me about the giant whale. Turns out that Felix never mentioned it. I'll make sure to leave the reaming for later next time."

"Next time?" Roger complains. "It's not as if I do these things on purpose."

"So you say." Rayleigh mutters. Then in a much louder voice, he says, "I remember this one time, not long after I met you, involving cannibals, cannibals that eat cannibals, and the two of us stuck between them. In fact I vividly remember the clothes you were tricked into wearing too. What was it again? Oh right it-"

"I get it, I get it!" Roger yelps. "I thought we agreed to never speak of that again!"

Rayleigh remains unimpressed. "You did. I wasn't the one who managed to insult their ancestors from three hundred years back."

Markel stares, his previous annoyance forgotten. "Seriously, if you're not going to share what happened stop talking about these things in front of us. Dammit, I'm not going to be able to stop thinking about this for a while." He grumbles as he returns to the galley.

"AGH!" Flint cries out, clutching his side as he collapses by the cannons. The entire crew snaps to alert, searching for their comrade's attacker. It wasn't hard. A man wearing a dark pink sleeveless shirt, a pink hat dotted with black spots, shorts and sandals was standing in plain view of the ship. The most damning thing about the flower-like man were the harpoons he had resting in his hand and on his back.

"Tch." He shoves his glasses further up his face. "I missed."

"#&^$& !" Fleur curses. Despite her flowery name, there was nothing remotely ladylike about her. She could tumble with the guys, knock back an entire cargo ship of alcohol and slap the shit out of the bastards who inevitably hit on her without blinking an eye.

Roger nearly attacked him on sight, if it wasn't for Rayleigh holding an arm out in his way. Only the same fury in Rayleigh's eyes kept Roger from ignoring his request. Request, because they both knew that Roger was stronger, for now.

Rayleigh keeps one eye on Flint until another crewmate is able to patch him up before giving their assailant his full attention. "We're not looking for trouble. We just want to get past to the Grand Line." He says tersely.

:: Oh I get it. Roger, we don't have a real doctor. It's better if we don't get hurt fighting just as we start out in Paradise. We could take him down easily, but there's always the chance that our crewmates could get hurt in the crossfire. ::

"I couldn't give a flying fuck why you're here." Crocus spits, his grip on his weapon tightening. "But that gunner of yours was going to shoot Laboon and I won't stand for that."

"Laboon?" A glint of realization enters Rayleigh's eyes. "The whale."

"That's right." Crocus grunts, watching the entire crew warily. "I was asked to look after him until his Captain came back. Any attacks on him, I'll return tenfold."

"Flint." Rayleigh says, never taking his gaze off their aggressor. "Why were you going to shoot the whale?"

It takes a moment, but Flint manages to croak out, "Wasn't gonna. It was coming- too close to the ship. Was aiming for a warning shot."

"A warning…" Crocus' eyes widen in shock and a hint of guilt enters his features. "I'm sorry. I was too hasty in assuming he was aiming to kill. Too many pirates aim for Laboon's vitals when they try to pass and I assumed that you were the same." He says remorsefully.

Roger relaxes and nods when Rayleigh glances his way. Crocus' Voice was saying he was telling the truth. It genuinely was a misunderstanding.

Crocus himself is unaware of this exchange between Captain and First Mate. Instead, he was paying attention to Flint's treatment. "That's not how you treat an injury that large, especially not when created by a harpoon." His eyes flick up and holds Roger's gaze. "I'm a doctor. I understand that you may not trust me after what I've done, but as it was my fault, I am willing to help him."

Roger doesn't hesitate to accept, much to Fleur's dismay. The crew still keeps an eye on Crocus as he boards the ship and tends to their crewmate, but save for Fleur - who glares at Crocus the entire time - it is less with antagonism and more with caution.

"It'll be around a week until he's well enough to do anything more serious than walking again." Crocus says as he packs his equipment up, having grabbed his medical supplies before boarding. "But other than that, he shouldn't have any problems healing."

"Yeah, from an injury YOU gave him!" Fleur yells, trembling in fury.

Crocus bows his head slightly. "As I said before, I am sorry for that. However, I do not regret acting in Laboon's defense."

"What's up with that anyways?" Roger asks, nearly all animosity gone after Crocus offered to treat Flint. "That's an island whale right? I remember seeing them in West Blue. What's one doing all the way out here?"

Crocus stands. "I suppose you have the right to know considering it's the reason I attacked your crew in the first place."

"Twenty years, huh?" Rayleigh tilts his head back in thought. "That's awfully long for a pirate crew to leave a friend behind."

Crocus frowns. "I'm aware. At this point I don't have much hope of them being alive, but there's no real way for me to find out what happened to them. I only wish I could tell Laboon their fate, if only so he can make his peace with it and move on, but he won't believe it if there's even a chance I'm wrong."

Roger brightens. "Hey! We need a doctor and it seems like you're plenty strong. Why don't you come with us? You can find out the truth and tell Laboon when you come back."

Crocus raises an eyebrow. "And leave Laboon here alone?"

"Well, why don't we ask him?" Roger doesn't wait for Crocus' answer. "LABOON! DOWN HERE!"

"Gah!" Rayleigh rubs his ear as he was unfortunate enough to be directly next to Roger's eardrum bursting shout. He slaps Roger upside the head. "Don't do that!"

Roger rolls with it, too used to Rayleigh's weak - to him because Rayleigh hasn't learned Haki yet - hits and looks into the island whale's giant eye. "Laboon, Crocus wants to find out what happened to your crew, but doesn't want to leave you here alone. Are you alright with staying here alone for a few years while he travels with us?"

"BWOOO." Laboon bellows.

"Alright, thanks! I promise we'll bring him back to you!" Roger waves.

Crocus slaps Roger upside the head too. "Don't just take that for a yes!"

"But it was." Roger rubs his head. Rayleigh cuts in before Crocus slaps him again.

"Roger has always been able to understand animals. If he says that Laboon agreed, then Laboon agreed."

Crocus turns to Laboon. "Is this true? You really want me to go with them to find out what happened?"

Laboon makes a series of shorter cries that Crocus must have taught him. Crocus leans back, satisfied with Laboon's answer. "If that's what you really want. I'll make sure to come back alive."

Crocus turns back to his new Captain. "Looks like you've got yourself a doctor."

"Yes!" Roger jumps up, fist in the air. "Ah, what's your name again?"

Crocus shakes his head. "My name's Crocus, and I'm one of the best doctors you'll find this side of the Grand Line."

"Good." Rayleigh nods. "With how much trouble our Captain brings, we'll need your expertise. It's fortunate that we came across you so soon."

"Yeah, just a minute here." Fleur interjects. "This guy's joining?" Nods and affirmatives all around. "Then I need to this first."

She steps up and punches Crocus into the Red Line before anyone could really stop her. "That's for my brother you asshole. Now we're even."

Crocus rubs his jaw, already swelling slightly. "Suppose I deserved that."

Fleur snorts. "Damn right you did. Don't do anything like it again and we'll get along just fine."

The men watch her walk back to the ship. "I got off easy?" Crocus asks.

"Yep."

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