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Flying Low
A magical AU where Law is a raven shapeshifter, but has had his wings torn off, so he is always using a cane to balance himself and he lives in seclusion in the forest. He absolutely doesn't trust, well, anyone. Whether humans or other shapeshifters or any other race, he doesn't approach anyone and does everything he can to not let them approach his home either.
But that changes when one day a guy just falls from the sky. It literally falls from the sky. Right in the middle of Law's herb garden and although he really wants to get rid of this invader, he can't get rid of his curiosity because Law's house is in the middle of the forest, far from peaks or mountains, so where the hell is this guy came from and, even better, how did he survive the fall?
Curiosity (and his sense of duty as a healer) causes Law to drag the guy inside and nurse him back to health. 'The guy' soon wakes up and gets a name, Luffy, who reveals himself to be a priest of the Sun God's temple, which makes sense to Law, since Luffy's magic seems totally opposite to his, a raven whose species is constantly attributed to the Goddess of Darkness, Nika's enemy. All this, however, does not explain how Luffy fell out of nowhere from the sky and it only gets worse when not even Luffy knows how it happens.
Unfortunately for Law, meeting Luffy is a path of no return and in the blink of an eye his isolated and peaceful life is disturbed by the priest who, after returning to full health, becomes a noisy guest in Law's small cabin.
Things get weird when Law's wings start to grow back, white instead of black, at the same time that Luffy also starts to change. For worse. His health simply declines and his magic grows and becomes out of control, becoming a danger to everything around him, excluding, in some way, Law.
Desperate to understand and help Luffy, Law begins his journey out of seclusion toward the capital's temple, where Luffy is said to serve as a priest. But dragging a time bomb in the shape of a man all the way to the capital is not simple when you are alone and Law has no option but to accept the growing number of people who seem to be drawn into Luffy's orbit and who decide to accompany them on the journey
#one piece#lawlu#lulaw#Law said 'I want to live in peace alone in a forest' and Luffy took it as a personal challenge#is just one piece but magical shapped#also luffy is about to explode#Other than that it's basically magic op#law said 'I want to take Luffy to the temple as quickly and as peacefully as possible' and EVERYONE took this as a personal challenge#nakamaship is what it is#Luffy is Nika but I think we already knew that.#he simply sealed himself in a human form or something and ended up awakening the seal when he began unconsciously healing Law's wings.#law said 'I don't want friends' and as always people felt challenged#People need to leave this guy alone he's going to have an aneurysm#This was supposed to be a winged au but I forgot what I was going to write lol#There is Zoro a half-blood tiger#Sanji a fugitive prince#Ussop a cursed wooden doll whose magic is highly fabricated based on his lies#Nami a witch who doesn't seem to know she has witch blood#Robin a mysterious shapeshifter who refuses to show her animal form (shes a godamn octopus)#Franky a robot who#similar to ussop#was cursed with sapience#Brook an undead whose bones were the only thing left#And Jimbe a fishman who was far from home at sea#they simply meet on the way#they look at Luffy (a strange and very friendly guy who attracts them) and Law (a grumpy guy who doesn't want them around)#they think 'hmm I should join the party'#much to law's despair lmao
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Zoro Roronoa: Hogwarts AU
Zoro Roronoa is a Half-Blood wizard that was born on the 11th of November 1977 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1989, being sorted into Hufflepuff house.
He has a Fir wand with a Dragon Heartstring Core.
His Patronus is a Tiger.
His favorite subject is Defense Against the Dark Arts and his least favorite is History of Magic.
He was the Keeper for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team from his fifth year onward.
Zoro usually maintains a very stern, serious, and distanced personality, but often loses his temper in a goofy and exaggerated comical style. It would seem however, that this anger is the only emotion that Zoro often feels comfortable showing. Outside of situations where he feels confident during duels or Quidditch matches, he tends to smile or laugh the least out of his friend group and rarely fools around with the rest of them and likes to distance himself more to sleep or train. In fact, his defeat at the hands of Dracule Mihawk and subsequent vow to Monkey D. Luffy is the only time since his friend Shimotsuki Kuina passed that Zoro has been seen crying by his loved ones.
Even in moments that are particularly tough on the group and would warrant sadness, Zoro chooses to maintain a quiet solemnity rather than outwardly express his emotions. He has been shown to believe to a degree that these emotions can hinder his judgement as a wizard: when Ohm asked him if he was out for revenge upon discovering Tony Chopper wounded and unconscious, he replied that he does not like to fight for reasons like that. Despite this assertion, though, he cares deeply for his friends and wishes to protect them at all costs, telling Ohm that in spite of his preference for fighting without a motivation he can feel one coming on.
Although Zoro cares for his friends, he can also come off as a very blunt and cold person, especially when he is trying to get his point across. During a Quidditch friendly, when Chopper was forced to join the opposite team after losing a bet, Chopper cried and complained, which prompted Zoro to yell at him and stating he was disgraceful. He reprimanded Chopper, reminding it was his choice to start playing Quidditch and compete in the match and told him to man up and have faith in their team to win him back. As with the ordeal when Usopp distanced himself from the group, Zoro refused to let him come back and even yelled at Nami to shut up when she tried to say otherwise. Zoro lectured the entire group reminding them Usopp was the one who picked the fight with Luffy and left of his own free will and they cannot let him come back unless he accepts responsibility for his actions and apologizes for his behavior. Zoro also often reminds others of the harsh facts, which often shocks some of the others, although they usually decide he is right in the end. This is especially true in regards to strangers, as Zoro rarely shows much trust in others. This was made apparent when Robin Nico started working at Hogwarts, and he was the only one to keep his guard up around her due to her being a former enemy. However, over time, he seems to have learned to place his trust in others more, as he agreed with the alliance with Law and believed Hiyori when she revealed her identity to him.
Zoro is also very perceptive, something he demonstrates by providing important and logical decisions at critical times and by evaluating the situation from an objective point of view, as he did by evaluating the best way to handle what seemed like Robin's betrayal. And later again when the group wanted to forgive Usopp after he challenged Luffy to a duel and lost, saying that they shouldn't pity Usopp. Zoro was the one who noted that Usopp was at fault for leaving the group of his own accord.
Like Robin, Zoro is also easily really sensitive when put into embarrassing situations to where he prefers to object vocally while usually blushing from embarrassment (though Robin usually ignores and lets go of these situations most of the time because of her patience), rather than respond violently like Nami or Sanji. Examples are when Zoro refused to do something stupid like address Franky as "Bro", or Franky's later joke technique "Pirates Docking 6: "Big Emperor" where after they disassembled, Zoro felt stupid for agreeing to do it in the first place. In his seventh year, Zoro was embarrassed when he had Wicca with him when traveling through Hogsmead, as trying to communicate with her made the people around them think Zoro was "talking to himself" since they couldn't see Wicca due to her small size (though it was revealed at the end of that year that Hogsmeade's citizens were secretly aware of the fairies' existence). Also, when Zoro was forced to help take care of children, he intended to make sure that his friends or any one at Hogwarts that knew him personally did not find out about this embarrassing situation, though later was found out by Robin. Zoro does have rare moments of responding violently in these situations, such as choking Chopper for mentioning to Luffy and Nami the embarrassing story of how Zoro got stuck in the chimney of a house which Luffy laughed about (though Luffy was also in a similar situation earlier).
He also seems to be partially irreverent, but not seriously so, simply choosing to focus more on his training and what is clearly in front of him than worry about spiritual matters as well as questions about its mysteries that he cannot truly answer.
While he is quite indifferent to the gender or/and age of his opponents, many of his adversaries (like Tashigi and Monet) seem to believe he does not take women seriously when in fact it is only because Tashigi reminded him too much of Kuina and that Monet was merely a distraction. When the latter tried to take advantage of this belief, he cut her down without hesitation, only refraining from killing her because she was too weak to even be considered a proper opponent. During his duel with Miss Monday, Zoro did not hesitate to crush her skull with his bare hands to knock her out. It should be noted that he does disagree to a certain extent about using excessive force against women. For example, when Robin was violently electrocuted by Enel, Zoro was extremely ferocious at him, reminding the man that his target is a woman.
Like Luffy, Zoro shows little interest or attraction to women. He was not enticed or won over by the beauty or charms of Nami or Robin when they joined, did not peep on the Prefects' bath when Nami and Vivi were bathing, nor does he show interest in overwhelming beauties such as the Shirahoshi or Hancock Boa. Zoro seems to rather focus on whatever task is at hand and his own training. Despite this, Zoro has acted flustered around some women, though not in romantic ways. During his childhood, Zoro was seen blushing when Kuina mentioned her figure was beginning to develop. When he first met Tashigi, he was visibly shocked by her strong resemblance to Kuina and whenever he encountered her, he would constantly try to run away unable to face her. This is no longer the case after graduating, as he lost his uncomfortable behavior around her and treated her coldly during their fight with Monet and was more irritated when she complained about him carrying her after she passed out. During his interactions with Hiyori Kozuki, Zoro was very startled to wake up seeing her sleeping on top of his chest and tried to explain to Brook that nothing happened, and more so when she playfully asked if he enjoyed it.
Though he rarely uses it, Zoro knows various phases of the traditional warrior's battle cry of "Sunacchi"; something that he recounts hearing and learning from Kozaburo Shimotzuki during his childhood. He's never used it personally however but has told Momonosuke about it to energize the latter in his magic training, saying that it would strengthen his heart when his courage falters.
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Fictober 2020 Day 5
Unacceptable. Try Again.
A Clash of Swords (226 words) by mydetheturk
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Roronoa Zoro & Tashigi
Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Tashigi (One Piece), Smoker (One Piece)
Additional Tags: Zoro & Tashigi have an Actual Rivalry
Series: Part 3 of Myde's Fictober Fics
Summary:
Zoro & Tashigi have another run-in. Smoker is less than thrilled.
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Drawing his swords settled something in Zoro. Their energies settled against his skin, reminding him he wasn't alone.
Wado especially.
"Unacceptable." Tashigi's voice was a hard bar, and he could just see ink curling under her shirtsleeves. Black curled around her bicep and Zoro knew the shape of the dragon rising splendent on her back. He knew it the way she knew the tiger on his own.
"Going to try again, Captain Glasses?" Zoro said through a mouthful of Wado's hilt.
"Going to kick your ass," Tashigi said. Her glasses glinted, and she grinned darkly.
"Get on with it already!" someone yelled. Zoro glowered in their direction, only to be surprised that it was Smoker. "Tashigi. We don't have time for your rivalry with Roronoa to last all day," he said.
Tashigi inclined her chin in acknowledgment. "Sir. With all due respect -"
"I don't care what he thinks," Zoro cut her off. "Are we going to fight or what? Kitetsu's being a problem child again and I like fighting you."
Smoker just sighed and threw up his hands. "You get one hour. One!"
"Thank you, Sir!" Tashigi chirped. She returned her full attention to Zoro. "Where were we?" she asked. The grin on her face was half-manic, half-excited, and Zoro felt his blood heating up.
Yeah. A good fight was exactly what he needed right now.
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♥ If it strikes your interest: Sanji is very affectionate when he's drunk
Send me writing prompts. Status: Accepting.
Note: This is inspired by @lesbian-space-ranger Also I don’t know if you saw, but this is the last prompt I did. I think you’ll like it if you haven’t seen it.
I worked very hard to get into the proper headspace to write this.
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Zoro and Sanji were not what one would consider an affectionate couple–at least not in the beginning and not when other people were around to see. This in part was because Zoro didn’t understand the incessant need some couples had to involve the public in something that was supposed to be private. This wasn’t to say that he was against hand holding or light kisses in public settings, but Zoro wasn’t in the habit of making anyone else privy to the fact that Sanji’s deft fingers in his hair reduced him from snarling tiger on the battlefield to a purring lap cat–in the beginning, that is. Nowadays, he didn’t care who saw when he settled in for a nap on Sanji’s lap, lulled to sleep by the soothing sensation of Sanji playing with his hair and lightly scratching his scalp.
And then there was Sanji, the other half of the equation. “It’s not that I’m ashamed,” Sanji had told him once when Zoro had approached him to ask him if he was having second thoughts about their relationship. “I just like that this is just between us right now. I like having this little secret with you.”
And Zoro had respected that, had understood that line of reasoning. He waited and tried to remain discreet until Sanji was ready to go public–and then he did what he could to assuage Sanji’s wounded pride in the privacy of the kitchen while the cook ranted about how none of the crew had been surprised, because hadn’t Sanji and Zoro been careful?
Zoro remembered trying at first to stifle his amusement, but Sanji, in his anger, reminded Zoro of an angry kitten Zoro had come across once. The thing could fit in the palm of his hand, and it had been startled by Zoro, and it had done its best to appear big and intimidating, arched back, tiny lips pulled back in a snarl. It had only made Sanji angrier when Zoro had started laughing, and Zoro had to fend off Sanji’s furious kicks, grinning all the while as his kitten bared his fangs at him.
Zoro looked at Sanji from across the table he and the rest of the crew occupied in the tavern, smiling to himself over the rim of his tankard as he remembered how things had been so long ago. These days they were more open with their affection for each other, but usually that stayed on the comfort of the ship or at the end of the battle, when their blood still raced and unspent energy found its outlet through heavy, aggressive kissing and gripping, pulling hands.
Zoro kept his gaze on Sanji, watched the love cook flirting with Nami, Robin, and the two friends they’d made since entering the tavern. Zoro watched the way Nami and Robin exchanged knowing glances with each other as Sanji tried to ingratiate himself with the two women seated across from them, the two female members of the Straw Hat pirates already three steps ahead of Sanji, as always.
Robin, cheek cradled in her hand, her eyes sparkling with amusement, cast a glance Zoro’s way, silently checking in with him without needing to say a word. Zoro nodded at her and tipped his tankard in her direction before finishing off his drink. He then pushed himself up out of his seat, telling the table he’d take the next round, feeling generous, earning raucous cheers from his inebriated crewmates.
Sanji noticed Zoro as he passed by, grinning at him and throwing an arm around his neck. “Zorooo,” he drawled, slightly stumbling as he followed him to the bar, leaving all four ladies behind. Zoro raised an eyebrow, putting a steadying hand on the small of Sanji’s back just in case it was needed.
“Hi, Cook,” Zoro said, raising his free hand to get the bartender’s attention. “You having fun?” He glanced over his shoulder and saw the women chattering away, the both of them already forgotten.
“Yes,” Sanji said, with the special kind of happiness that only came to small children and the drunk. “But the important question is: are you having fun, Marimo?”
Zoro smirked and looked at Sanji, who still had his arm around his neck, as he put in his order for the next round. “Yes, Cook,” he said. “There’s alcohol and all our friends are here. Course I’m having fun.”
“Good,” Sanji said, nodding with as much solemnity as he could muster in his current state. “It’s good to have fun.”
Zoro chuckled once, shaking his head. Sanji had hardly anything to drink and already he was tipsy. “Should I order you another drink or are you stopping here for the night?”
“No.”
“No, what?” Zoro asked. The bartender looked their way and sent Zoro a brief nod as he worked on drinks for a different set of customers.
“No, I’m not stopping.”
“All right.”
“‘Cause I’m gonna keep up with you tonight.”
Zoro looked at Sanji skeptically, raising an eyebrow. “Cook, you’ve probably had less to drink than me and you’re already ahead of me.” Zoro at most had a nice buzz going on and Sanji already looked sleepy.
“Don’t care,” Sanji said, resting his head against Zoro’s with a sigh. “Maybe I’ll stop and wait for you to catch up.” He hummed contentedly, his fingers snaking up the side of Zoro’s head and petting Zoro’s hair like he would a small animal. “Yer hair’s soft...”
Zoro blinked. The cook was going to have a killer hangover in the morning if he truly intended on drinking like Zoro, and he was always a complete bitch in the morning after as he nursed his headache, but Sanji was an adult and could make his own decisions–no matter how poorly thought out they were. “Don’t come crying to me when your head hurts tomorrow,” he said before placing his order. “You’ll get no sympathy.”
“Cross my heart, hope to die, Marimo.”
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Sanji’s plans to drink as much as Zoro had failed. Nami was the only one on the ship who could keep up with Zoro–and maybe even outpace him–and she’d left with the rest of the others a while ago. Sanji’s efforts had been brave–and stupid–but they’d been in vain. The cook slumped over the table with a sigh, pushing his tankard away in defeat while Zoro watched him over the rim of his, small smirk on his lips.
“Okay,” Sanji said, pushing his seat out, probably ready to leave. “I’ve had enough.”
“See you on the ship,” Zoro mumbled, too busy staring into the amber depths of his drink to notice Sanji walking over to him until the cook had plopped himself in Zoro’s lap, straddling his thighs. He looked up at Sanji. “Hello–” he said before he was cut short by Sanji wrapping all four of his limbs around Zoro’s torso and burying his face in Zoro’s neck.
Zoro blinked, glancing around to see if anyone had taken notice. Most everyone had left at this point and those that had remained were too drunk to notice or care. He was the only witness to Sanji’s shameless clinging. He wished he could take a picture of this moment. Zoro let him be, taking his time with his drink, the alcohol and Sanji’s soft snoring his only company.
When he was ready for what would be his last drink, Zoro stood up and was shocked to find that Sanji’s grip hadn’t lessened, even in sleep, even as Zoro moved. Zoro stared at Sanji, his shock dulled by the alcohol. A crossbreed of a snort and a snicker emanated from his nose and made his nasal passages sore as he took in the absurdity of the situation.
Zoro sighed. “Cook,” he said, trying to push down on Sanji’s thighs. They wouldn’t budge. He tried again, this time with more force, and was met with the same resistance. “Cook. Let go.”
Sanji mumbled something in his sleep.
Zoro shook his head. To think that all of the previous moments he’d experienced in his life had built up to form this one. The absurdity of it all...
Zoro continued to try to pry Sanji off him until it finally sunk in that the only way he’d be free of Sanji’s python grip was to enact serious injury on the cook, so he relented with a long, tired sigh. “This is my life,” Zoro muttered to himself, still in disbelief as he turned around slowly and Sanji continued to cling to him. Zoro tiredly ruffled Sanji’s blond hair as he approached to pay his tab, the final drink a no-go. “Guess we’re going home, Cook.”
The bartender did little more than raise his eyebrow, having probably seen weirder. Zoro flashed the man a sardonic grin. “Gotta take my child home,” Zoro said wryly as he paid for the night.
He heard the bartender bark out a laugh as he turned and left.
He found Brook waiting for him outside, staring up at the full moon. The skeleton turned his skull, saying “Ah, Zoro-san, the others–” Brook stopped in his tracks when he saw Zoro staring at him blandly, Sanji clinging to his torso like a young koala did to its mother.
“Shhhh,” Zoro whispered loudly, finger held to his lips. “The baby is sleeping.”
Brook hesitated, tilting his skull to the side. “I was trying to say that the others thought it prudent that I escort you back to the ship.”
Zoro was already trudging past Brook. “Of course they did,” he said dully. “Assholes.”
Brook took two large steps to catch up. “Ah, Zoro-san?” he asked, concern in his voice as he grabbed Zoro by the shoulder and steered him in the right direction. “May I ask why–”
“Why I have a twenty-one year old man hanging off me?” Zoro asked, looking up into Brook’s skeletal face. “Dumbass wanted to drink with me.”
Brook laughed quietly. “I see. And have you tried–”
“Yes, Brook,” Zoro interrupted, “I tried getting him off of me. Asshole’s got legs of steel.”
“Hm. I must say, it’s interesting to see the two of you like this,” Brook observed.
“Like what?” Zoro asked, keeping his attention on the cobblestones in front of him.
“So open with each other out in public,” Brook explained. “You’re usually more reserved than other young couples your age.”
Zoro shrugged. “It is what it is.”
“Indeed,” Brook agreed. He paused for a moment before continuing. “And it’s interesting to see Sanji-san so...”
“Clingy?”
“Vulnerable,” Brook clarified.
That brought a tired smile to Zoro’s lips. He looked at Sanji, who was still snoring away on his shoulder, and he dropped his hand onto the top of Sanji’s head, ruffling his hair softly. “He’s gonna hate you for seeing him like this,” Zoro murmured, looking ahead and seeing Sunny in the distance.
“It is a rather undignified position,” Brook agreed, laughing softly.
Zoro groaned as they drew closer to the ship.
“Zoro-san? What’s wrong?”
Zoro stared up at Sunny. He then looked up at Brook. “I’m just realizing what a pain in the ass it’s going to be getting him up there.”
Brook laughed melodically while Zoro struggled to wake Sanji.
“Cook.”
Silence.
“Cook, wake up. We’re here.”
“Mmmm...”
“COOK!”
“Nooooo...” Sanji whined, nuzzling the front of Zoro’s shirt.
“AT LEAST MOVE ONTO MY BACK, YOU CLINGY BASTARD!”
“Nooo, I’m comfy...”
“ASSHOLE!”
Brook laughed. “Good night, Zoro-san,” he said as he made his way onto the ship.
“WHAT? BROOK? BROOK, GET BACK HERE! BROOK, COME BACK AND HELP ME!”
But Brook was already gone, leaving a drunk, angry, tired Zoro behind with a drunk, whiny, clingy Sanji who refused to let go. Zoro yelled up at the sky in frustration, the lion head on the front of the ship and the moon silent, indifferent witnesses to his troubles.
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Note: Okay, I’m take nap. You guys can send more prompts if you so desire. I’ll even do stuff for other ships (if you know that I like them).
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551-552: "The Battle Is On! At Conchchorde Plaza!" and "A Surprising Confession! The Truth Behind the Assassination of Otohime!"
I KNEW IT!!
I knew that scumbag Hordy was behind Otohime’s assassination! Oh, I only wish I’d been a fan while these chapters were being released so I could have made a bet with someone. Then again... everyone reading at that time probably knew too. I mean the flags were vast and red.
As soon as I saw the title for 552 flash up, I thought, “Yes. This is it. Hordy is gonna confess.”
Was not disappointed.
And that wasn’t all. The reveals kept coming. The circumstances of the assassination? Check. Madame Sharley’s family? Check. 30,000 hidden human slaves? Double check. Plus, I finally know what Noah is (yes, it is a “what” and not a “who”). And it is currently being controlled by Decken who has finally gone off the deep end.
Why Does Hordy Look Like He’s About to Judge Someone on a Talent Show?
Have to say, I forgot to mention something in the last post. Neptune brought up an inconvenient truth about the Fish Roids. Those rad pills that grant you super strength? They come packed with horrendous side-effects. Namely: they take years off your life.
Maybe that’s why Hordy has snow white hair now as well as a water shoot attack that can fell buildings and destroy royal army squadrons.
Episode 551 served pretty much to build Hordy’s threat potential as a villain. And boy it was done in quick time. By the end of 551, he had strung up Neptune, decimated the royal army, the royal ministers and had defeated all three princes.
I kind of hate Hordy’s guts right now, so it was nice to see the islanders so concerned for their beloved king, shielding children’s eyes as the execution convoy flew past. Neptune’s guard tried to take a stand, but Neptune told them to run, not to die a meaningless death. See, that’s the difference between a good king and Hordy (I refuse to call him a king. He ain’t crowned yet). Neptune cares for his people and they respect and care from him in turn.
At the plaza, Hordy’s Head Goons assembled. Brave islanders climbed the walls because they wanted to rescue Neptune. They had prime seats for the upcoming show.
By the time they had scaled the fence, Hordy had cleared out the royal guard and installed himself on a giant pink beanbag throne. Neptune was trussed up to a St Andrew’s style cross. No idea if there’s any symbolism there, but Andrew was called a “fisher of men”. Maybe it’s just the whole martyrdom thing. Being willing to die for the peaceful ideals of Otohime. Or maybe Oda just thought, “Yeah.... saltire crosses. That’ll do.”
One poor soldier tried to pull off a suicide attack. If he could just take out one of the Head Goons before the princes arrived, it would aid the rescue effort. But the merciless hype machine ground its gears and the solider became fodder for Hordy’s power up.
It was an impressive power up. Just the normal water shoot bullet but ramped up to eleven. BOOM! It blasted through walls, buildings, rock formations and only lost momentum miles away at Mermaid Cove. I thought, “This guy really is a scumbag. He’s just wreaking havoc and destroying things because, lel, this is fun and I have the power now.”
Then the princes arrived. I finally remember all of their names! Fukaboshi, Ryuboshi and Manboshi. Better late than never. The spectators on the wall cheered. The princes were here! King Neptune would be saved! Hurrah! The princes declared, “WE WILL SAVE YOU, FATHER!”
I felt like Madame Sharly. I could see what was coming a mile off.
Fukaboshi, because he’s going to become king someday and be fucking excellent, gave another good speech. “Why don’t you understand, Hordy Jones? You people are the weakest on this island [Hordy was triggered by this]. The other islanders were trying to ignore the history of discrimination by humans and to forgive the murder of their hero and their queen who died at the hands of a human [oh, Fukaboshi...]. They endured their pain to change their future and sign their names. Why can’t you appreciate the boldness and kindness of their decision?”
Because he’s Fishler, that’s why. You can’t reason with Fishler types. You could say, “Well, remember that chap Whitebeard? He was an alright human, wasn’t he?” and a Fishler would shriek, “NO, HE WAS JUST PRETENDING! WHITEBEARD WAS FAKE NEWS!” Or, “Have you ever been to the surface, Fishler?” and they would reply, “NO, BUT I DON’T NEED TO.” (I think Hordy has because he’s a pirate, but the attitude’s the same).
I don’t know why they talk in caps. But
Now, the annoying thing about Hordy’s goons beating down the princes was that those boys are actually no slouches. Were it not for the Roids, they could easily have kicked ass.
But Hordy claimed they would never lose, as the had been, and I quote, “given great power from above.” From above? As in the surface? Now that’s suspicious. Who has been supplying these Fishmen with Roids? I half expect Vegapunk to be involved somehow.
At any rate, the Head Goons showed their stuff. Roided up, they were faster, stronger and crushed the princes. And they were strung up alongside their dad.
And It Gets Worse
No, not just because of the crowd of Hordy’s followers baying for blood.
Back at the Sea Forest... the fight between Jimbei and Luffy had been off-panelled.
This, I think, is weird. We did not get to see Luffy in a mangled, defeated state. We never got to see Sanji, Nami, Chopper, Robin or Franky. All we heard was Jimbei saying, “Phew, he gave me a hard time,” before he escorted Shirahoshi back towards the palace.
Except that didn’t work out because they thought a balloon version of Neptune was the real thing and were netted and dragged off to the plaza. (I am suspicious of the lack of Luffy, so I kind of hope this is a roundabout scheme from Jimbei. Schemes wouldn’t work with Luffy but maybe Jimbei’s clever enough to steer him in the right direction and count on Luffy being Luffy to sort things out in the end).
Hordy was pleased at the special delivery of Jimbei, Shirahoshi and Megalo. Before that, he didn’t want to kill his hostages until Shirahoshi was lured to the plaza. It’s her power to call Sea Kings that he feared most and other than Neptune, she is the one he wants dead most. It was also the only reason he teamed up with Decken. (Now it makes sense! I thought Hordy only wanted a way into the palace.)
The poor audience of islanders on the walls, though... they were distraught. It was like a quadruple whammy of gut punches. First Neptune, then the princes, and now Jimbei and their beloved princess Shirahoshi. I mean, I’d wager Jimbei is almost as much of a legendary figure as Fisher Tiger nowadays. To see him brought so low must be truly shocking (still hoping it’s a ploy).
Now Hordy’s only concern is what the Strawhats will do. He guessed they’d return to the palace, free Zoro, Usopp and Brook. But he had some surprise guests waiting for them...
Yes, that’s right! 30,000 human slaves Hordy caught! Plus another 70,000 armed thugs (fodder for Strawhats). “One hundred thousand outlaws together!” he crowed. I guess this proves Hordy can perform basic addition.
I mean, there were a few female and child slaves along with the male ones, but they would be taken care of later. And I don’t think he means given a hot meal and a roof over their heads. :|
Madame Sharly Steps Up
This is when the episode got Extra Juicy.
Madame Sharly stepped up, spoke up and got Hordy so wound up he snapped and went completely off the rails in public.
“You fools are a dishonour. Horsing around in public. You kids have no class at all. Don’t push your luck. I just wanted to say one thing to you since you’re at the height of your glory: a man will destroy Fishman Island.”
“Wasn’t it me you saw?” Hordy said, modestly.
Bad news, Hordy. “No. The man who will destroy it is Strawhat Luffy. I can’t tell what he’ll do specifically. But it is not you. The one who will determine the fate of Fishman Island is not you, Hordy Jones.”
Well...
Let’s just say this news was not received positively.
As Madame Sharly is another legendary figure in Fishman Island, her not backing Hordy’s rise to power was disastrous PR. Even the goons were freaking out. “Omg, that means Hordy will never gain control of Fishman Island. Her predictions are accurate!”
The Hordy stepped up and slapped the crap out of Madame Sharly.
Forget what I said last post about not wanting Luffy to come and sort shit out.
Get down here now because this guy needs taken down a peg.
I was so enraged by Hordy’s obvious threatened response to Madame Sharly that when he revealed she was ARLONG’S SISTER (WTF??) I barely heard it and had to rewind and watch it again. He also bare face admitted to her he was only using the Arlong Pirates name to unite people under his banner.
Properly triggered by Sharly’s lack of support, he went on a mad, Roid-Rant, yelling that HE was the ONLY ONE who could take over Fishman Island. His scheme is ten years in the making! He had the power to do it. ONLY HIM. OH, AND BY THE WAY, YOU KNOW THAT QUEEN YOU ALL LOVED SO MUCH?
I think this is Hordy’s biggest mistake. Some of you guys in the comments for the last post talked about Luffy sorting out Fishman issues not being a problem because would Hordy really have many supporters to resent Luffy?
After this, I am convinced he won’t have any. Because those islanders on the wall? They were enraged.
While Hordy had his villainous, “YES, IT WAS ME!” moment, a flashback revealed he did pay a human to be involved in the assassination. At first, I thought Hordy just paid the human pirate to shoot her. Was shocked but no surprised to learn that he hated Otohime so much that he wanted to pull the trigger himself. The human accessory only set fire to the petitions.
Hordy has gone so far off the deep end with the lack of Sharly support that he forgot that triggering Shirahoshi has geological scale consequences.
“Don’t you think she was annoying?” he said straight to Shirahoshi’s face. “She begged everyone not to seek revenge against humans but to be friends with them instead. She was bugging me because she’d almost accomplished her goal. I wasn’t satisfied with just killing her. [No of course you weren’t...] To me, your mother was someone who deserved death. I came up with the idea to make the best of her death, that would allow me to stoke the fire of hatred towards humans, that Fishmen citizens once had, and destroy the islanders’ stupid dream once and for all! I’d frame a human for killing her. You were all fooled exactly as I hoped. She was worth killing, right, Shirahoshi? She wasn’t killed by a human. She was killed by me. I, a kinsman, did it.”
I thought the earthquakes would start and the Sea Kings would begin, slowly, to stretch it out over several episodes, to swim towards Fishman Island.
But no.
The twist was even better!
Shirahoshi turned to Hordy and said, “I already knew.”
WHAT THE---?
Honestly, I was as shocked as Jimbei. Even Hordy was dumbfounded.
I cannot wait to find out how Shirahoshi knew. I mean, if she knew and didn’t tell anyone, that’s a pretty big ball to drop, you know?
Oh, and I forgot to mention this guy...
Decken: King of the Incels
This is some next-level creepy madness, let me tell you. Especially when the news only a couple days ago reported that some incel just shot up a yoga studio because “women”.
I mean, Decken has a neckbeard and is even wearing a Fedora. It’s like Oda had a vision of the future and turned it into a pirate because the reality was just too weird.
Anyway, Decken has also gone off the deep end, and has adopted a: “If I Cannot Have Her, Everyone Will Die” mindset. To achieve this, he has brought to life an ship called Noah built by Fishmen “a while ago” (hmm.... seems older than that, but I’ll run with it.
I’m half thinking Noah could it be one of those Pluton-like weapons because the ship is half the size of Fishman Island, apparently. Great for ramming into a protective bubble and killing everyone in it, eh? Woo hoo! What a great guy!
*whistles innocently*
#one piece#neverwatchedonepiece#nwop#never watched one piece#fishman island#monkey d. luffy#jimbei#hordy jones#princess shirahoshi#neptune#fukaboshi#queen otohime#fisher tiger#captain vander decken#madame sharly
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of bad habits and good intensions, contd. ✕ @pxratehunter
At the sight that greeted him, Sanji drew in a sharp breath and held it until Zoro just casually flopped down on the couch beside him after slowly limping towards him from the door. Sanji stared at his blood-smeared body with wide eyes. He wanted to say something, yell at Zoro for being so reckless, demand to know who had managed to do this to him, but his words died in his throat that felt awfully tight, plugged with a big lump of... fear? Worry? Guilt?
Seeing the Marimo hurt was not a surprise per se. The cook did not exactly know what his roommate was up to when he sometimes vanished somewhere just to come back with a souvenir of bruises and scrapes, he did have some more than vague ideas though, none of them pleasant. But he also knew that it was not his business and he would not interfere with whatever Zoro the so-called "Pirate Hunter" was doing.
Sanji had had a feeling that Zoro was on his way to danger, when he heard him leave that morning. Seeking out trouble was some kind of hobby of the swordsman it seemed. Usually, though, he returned with a cocky grin, brimming with confidence and rarely even close to hurt as he was now.
This time Zoro looked defeated, in body and spirit. It unnerved Sanji greatly. His friend still looked tense as if he was waiting for something, probably his reaction. The blond realized that he had not even responded to that utterly ridiculously normal greeting yet, much less anything else.
Biting his lip again, Sanji let his eyes quickly roam over Zoro's figure, mapping out and categorizing the injuries he could see. There was so much blood! Most of it seemed to have streamed out of Zoro's nose though, which looked like it might be broken.
Sanji suddenly got up from the couch. "Get out of that," he ordered swiftly and gestured to Zoro's blood-soaked jacket and shirt. "Stay here, I'll be right back."
His feet carried him to the bathroom in a couple fast paces. In the mirror-cabinet he looked for the antiseptic, gauze and bandages, then he grabbed a small towel and a washcloth and filled the washbowl that he normally used for handwashing his more sensitive textiles with steaming hot water.
Carrying the medical supplies over to the living room, he put it all down on the small coffee table, pushing aside anything that was in the way. A little more forcefully than necessary Sanji pressed the off-button on the TV remote to shut off that annoying background noise.
Laying out the dressing material for easy access, he glanced at the baffled looking Marimo. "Didn't I tell you to undress? We need to clean your wounds."
The cook almost laughed at the confused and suspicious look on his friend's face who had probably expected some kind of scolding and yelling from him. But Sanji was in no fighting mood, not the ones they'd had the last couple of days.
Zoro finally did as he was told but kept a watchful gaze fixed on the cook, observing his every move like a tiger. Sanji sighed and rolled his eyes at his apparent distrust. He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the washcloth and wet it in the hot water, wringing out the excess liquid.
On the couch Sanji scooted a bit closer to Zoro for better reach. His left hand carefully cupped Zoro's right cheek and gently forced him to move his face more towards him. When he wanted to wipe away the blood on his friend's face, Zoro grabbed his right hand in a firm grasp, stopping him mid-motion.
"I'll be careful," he promised and his eyes softened a bit. Zoro probably was in considerable pain. He still wasn't sure if his nose was actually broken, it was hard to tell with that swelling. But the amount of blood did not promise much hope.
Very tenderly he dabbed the washcloth over Zoro's lips and chin, carefully brushing his nostrils with the fabric but that was already enough to make him flinch away in reflex and growl at the cook.
Sanji tried his best to stay concentrated, which was a little difficult when he constantly felt Zoro's piercing eyes on him while in such close proximity to his face. He didn't dare to do anything about his nose, it was best to leave it be. Well, actually, it would be best to have a doctor look at it, but seeing as Zoro was not a fan of hospitals, Sanji might need to text Chopper later.
For the time being he moved on to Zoro's arms and kept cleaning the cloth inbetween clearing away the blood on his skin, relieved that the washing revealed the cuts and scrapes to be more shallow than expected.
Their silence felt tense and Sanji was aware of the fact that this was a task that Zoro could very well do on his own. Suddenly his washing of his friend's wounds felt awfully intimate and he could not keep his cheeks from turning light pink.
He tried to ignore the feeling that this situation was all ultimately his fault, decidedly not thinking how it was probably his guilt that made him more amicable to the Marimo. Instead he told himself that Zoro was probably aching all over and it was both easier and quicker for Sanji to help him instead. He was also definitely more thorough, too, knowing the idiot he hadn't even thought about disinfecting his wounds.
Sanji left the rag in the blood-muddied water when he was finished cleaning the man up, then he dabbed away the leftover moisture on the tan skin with the towel, once again careful not to irritate the wounds, a little on the ironic side, considering that his next task was to put antiseptic right onto the open skin, which would burn like a bitch.
The only warning Zoro got was that the cook held up the little bottle of disinfectant in front of his face before he started spraying it on his body and dressing up the wounds. Zoro didn't even hiss but Sanji saw the muscles in his jaw twitch under the pressure of how tight it was clenched in discomfort. Fucking idiot.
All bandaged up, with that swollen nose and the dark bruises along his arms and torso he looked almost more beaten and miserable than before. His shoulders were hunched and his posture gave off the vibe of a kicked puppy. Kicked. It was almost as if his brain wanted to torture Sanji with his guilt-tripping.
He dropped his head into his hands. God, what a time to be out of fucking cigarettes, why did he literally burn through them so fast today? Urgh, because the shitty Marimo had gotten into his fucking head. He looked up again to glare at Zoro.
"Oh for fuck's sake...." Sanji mumbled and stood up, ignoring his friend's confused expression.
"Wait." the blond growled pointing to where the other was still sitting and grinned to himself when Zoro just automatically leaned back on the couch. Truly, like a loyal dog, maybe that's the key to a better relationship with the mosshead.
He stomped off to his room, looking for his keys for a moment, and then unlocked and opened his nightstand, grabbing one of the large bottles he had kept hidden there these past days. The source of all his recent troubles.
Grinding his teeth together, Sanji was hesitant for a moment. The cook really didn't want to give in, after all he had been through and all the shit that Zoro had given him for a simple gesture of worry. But he had seen where this stubbornness of his had led to. With his roommate being an equally hardheaded fool....well, how does the saying go? The wiser head gives in.
With the bottle in hand Sanji returned to the living room, where Zoro was carefully poking at the gauze on his abs.
"Don't touch that." Zoro's head immediately snapped up to look at him. Sanji could pinpoint the very moment when his eyes fell on the bottle in his hands, his expression turning wary but otherwise unreadable.
He took another two steps forward, standing right in front of his roommate. He held his gaze while he opened the bottle, then, drinking right from the neck of it, Sanji tilted his head back, eyes closed, and took some large gulps, feeling the burn of the hard liquor trickle down his throat. It was the next best thing to a cigarette.
He had to grant Zoro this: this was definitely the good shit. The liquid immediately settled in his guts and set everything it touched aflame. With the speed with which he chugged it down, Sanji was surprised he didn't cough up half of it again and glad of it 'cause that would have been embarrassing.
When he finally separated his lips from the bottle with a plop he had downed a good thirt of it. Zoro's deathglare made way for surprise as Sanji thrust the bottle into the swordsman's hand, wiping his mouth with the back of his left hand.
He could read the question in those stupidly dark eyes and the intensity of that stare made the cook really uncomfortable. Maybe it was just the alcohol rushing to his head, he was a light-weight after all and this shit always took hold of him so fast, not that he'd ever admit it out loud, but it was an open secret to everyone he knew.
"Because you are a shitty self-destructive fucking Masochist and no matter how much I try to save you from yourself you find a way to get fucked up, so fuck you!" He answered the unspoken question, then feeling selfconscious in his stupid moment of angry honesty he mumbled "I'll get you some ice for that..." gesturing to Zoro's face, and walked over to the kitchen to get an ice-pack from the freezer.
The blood was rushing through his body, taking the alcohol through his system on a fast lane.
#✕ of bad habits and good intentions [plot]#✕ someday we’ll graduate but first let’s have a toast [college au]#✕ and then he gave to me more summer wine [zosan]#long post for ts
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