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Summary: Ace managed to break your walls, but he still has a job to do;
Word count: 873;
Rating/Content Warnings: PG-13, AFAB reader;
Author’s note: Another blurb based on these prompts — it's super nice to get back into writing, and I'm having a blast with writing those at a more relaxed pace ;
Request by: @gingernut1314.
The scorching desert sun had you furrowing your brow, but you couldn’t help but feel the ice-cold grip in your heart; it could be your akuma no mi, but you knew better than that by now.
It was because Ace had just announced that he was leaving.
You felt your lips contorting into a pout but had to bite your tongue so as to not blurt out anything in front of the rest of the crew — they would never let you live this down. You, and Luffy’s brother? Him, “Fire Fist”, and you, “Ice Heart”? That was something straight out of a comedy play or something.
It all started innocently enough: both of you, having such opposing powers, were playing around the desert with your abilities. You were a bit far away from the rest of the crew, so you wouldn’t end up hurting anyone by mistake (that was the excuse; in reality, the two of you didn’t want to risk Nami’s wrath in the case you end up throwing up sand at her or Vivi).
Your laughs echoed through the desert while fire and ice clashed, sand scattered around the air the same way snowflakes would be during a storm. You and Ace practically danced around each other admiring how your opposing elements acted when coming in contact.
Eventually, the both of you lay in the sand side by side, still laughing. The stars blinked upon you, while the moon cast a silver glow on the dunes. Because of your fruits, neither of you was affected by the cold and eventually, Ace started talking about his life with White Beard.
You were new to the pirate life while Ace had been living this life for years now. You listened to him entranced, so focused on his words that you almost missed the way his fingers intertwined with yours and how his thumb drew comforting circles on the back of your hand. You smiled nervously, your eyes scanning Ace’s face uncertain. Ace tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers ever so gentle; touching you like you were something precious, his own treasure.
“Would it be weird if I told you I can't stop thinking about you, even though we met just a few days ago?”
Your heart seemed to stop as butterflies burst in your stomach. You were not known for opening up to people, and Luffy had been the only one who managed to knock down your walls in an annoying little brother-type way, and that happened fast. You were warming up to the rest of the crew but still managed to keep your distance so as to not give a chance to heartbreak.
Ace was breaking your walls so easily and you had no idea why you let him; why did you gave him permission to touch you, run his fingers through your hair, touch your forehead with his and be close enough for you to count the freckles that decorated his face like the stars decorated the dark skies. Your breath got caught in your throat when you felt Ace's lips on yours; the temperature shock was enough to have you startled, but soon enough you had closed your eyes and given yourself to the moment, fingers entangled into Ace's hair and blood rushing on your veins.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
“You can’t leave me, Ace. Please.”
Ace had already left the strawhats behind, the desert a dry vastness before him. He definitely wasn’t expecting anyone to call for his name and that was more than enough to make him stop immediately. Turning around, he saw you still in your disguise to try and blend in with people from Alabasta and a scarf framing your pretty face; a small lock of hair had escaped your scarf and now flew in the wind, stubbornly getting stuck to your glossed-up lips.
“Please. I have never let anyone come this close before and I don't know why I'm so comfortable around you. But I don't want
He could see the pain in your eyes and felt the sting in his heartstrings. The thing between the two of you was new, exciting, and something that wasn’t planned; but he had a mission to complete and a job to do, and as much as he would like to stay with you and his brother, he knew he couldn't.
The boy removed his hat and placed it on your head delicately, to then grand fistfuls of sand. The black-haired boy seemed to be lost in his own world, tong caught between his teeth and a wrinkle between his brows in concentration. At the same time, you had your fingers lightly on top of his hat, not sure what exactly Ace was doing that required so much focus, especially now while you were trying to express something so important to you.
Ace sculpted a small miniature of his hat for you, using his hands to mold sand; you clutched the little trinket into your chest, feeling the burn of tears on the corners of your eyes while Ace removed his hat from you and placed it on his head, hiding his rebel curls.
“You keep this one until we see each other again, ok? We will meet again. I promise”.
#portgas d. ace fanfic#portgas d. ace#portgas d ace#ace#ace x you#ace x reader#one piece#one piece fanfic#fanfic: mine#portgas ace x reader#portgas ace x you
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Part 7.5 with Eri!Reader? As they escape from the Marines and say goodbye to Vivi and Karoo (By showing their wrists with the ‘X’ Mark on it, showing they’re still friends) everyone (Minus Robin and Zoro) especially Reader are whimpering/puppy eyes over Vivi being gone, missing her already
So shen Zoro said they should’ve taken Vivi by force, even Reader joined insulting Zoro, calling him a ‘Big Meanie’! Breaking his heart, causing Sanji to laugh at him)
And later while Usopp is interrogating Robin, the latter is using her Devil Fruit to play with Luffy, Chopper and Reader (Lightly tickling Reader, causing her to laugh) everyone is surprised how Reader is actually the second person after Luffy to accept Robin as a member of the Straw Hats, and later she’s shocked to learn Reader can’t read or write (And has been slowly teaching her how to read and write, making Reader happy as she’s not great with words)
-You rubbed the ‘x’ mark on your arm, a smile on your face as were looking out back towards Alabasta. You were still considered pirates, and you were heavily wanted by the World Government, so you had to run away with your crew.
-You cried, waving goodbye to Vivi who was crying as well, not wanting to be apart from her new friends, but that’s why you all showed your marks, a sign of friendship, as you were being held but by Zoro so Vivi could see you too.
-You were sad once you couldn’t see the island anymore, joining Luffy and Chopper who were lamenting leaving their friend, you tried your best not to cry, but you just couldn’t help it, sniffling softly.
-Robin thought you all were rather adorable, acting so sad to say goodbye to a friend, ignoring the distrusting looks in the eyes of some of the others on the ship.
-Zoro, not liking seeing the crew upset, particularly you, and thought he was helping, “Let’s just turn back and kidnap her if you guys are going to pout so much!” instantly everyone, minus you and Robin, were yelling at Zoro for being so crass, but the main reason is because tears welled in your eyes, not like that idea, “You’re being mean!” Zoro collapsed to his knees, holding his chest, feeling like scum while Sanji laughed at him.
-You liked playing with Luffy and Chopper, hiding behind the mast, looking at Robin who thought you were being rather cute while Usopp was interrogating her, thinking she was going to betray them.
-Instantly, you, Luffy, and Chopper were quick to fall, after Robin pinned Chopper down to tickle him and made antlers for Luffy to intimidate Chopper, which got Usopp dying of laughter, but a few hands popped up around you and tickled you gently, making you laugh as you fell to the ground.
-Many were stunned when you approached Robin willingly, seeing her reading, being the second person, besides Luffy, to accept Robin as a crew member.
-Robin smiled as she lifted you into her lap, showing you the book and you asked her what she was reading, Robin paused, as the book she was reading was just a guide book on plants, and tested the waters a bit, “A book on plants. It tells me where they grow and what they do.”
-You nodded, leaning into her embrace a bit as she pulled out a second book, handing it to you, “Would you like to read with me?” you instantly flinched lightly, looking a bit embarrassed, cheeks turning red, “I don’t… I don’t know how to read.”
-You were well past the age where you should be able to read and write, but she could tell that there was something more the story about you, something she didn’t know about just yet, but she smiled warmly, “Would you like me to teach you?”
-She had to hold her hand up to her eyes, shielding them from your blinding radiance as you beamed up at her, looking excited to learn!
-While Usopp and Nami were teaching you how to write letters, Luffy sat with Robin, and told her a small bit of your past, of your abuse and how you had been locked away for so long, which infuriated her, angry that adults would treat a child so cruelly, before she remembered her own past, her jaw clenching lightly.
-She was going to protect you too, no matter what.
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⚠️ SPOILER FOR CHAPTER 1056/EPISODE 1083 ONE PIECE EP⚠️
So we finally got to see Cross Guild!! I'm so glad that Buggy, Mihawk, and Crocodile are back, but I wanted to talk about Mihawk and Crocodile's new designs
(MarcoThePhoenix)
As you can see, Croc and Hawk got some new drip and I have some thoughts about it
First Mihawk: his new drip irks me the most because it's literally his normal outfit except his sleeves and the collar of his coat are YELLOW. Like, the inside of his coat and the underside of his hat are still red, like Toei or Oda WTF, it doesn't even match and makes me so uncomfortable
Then Crocodile: I wanna talk about his design before his clothes for a second. They went back to shading his hair with purple like in Alabasta and gave him purple eyes, which, in my opinion, does not look good, this is why I favor Marineford Crocodile more because his eyes are black and his hair is shaded with gray and it goes better with his luscious black locks.
Now his outfit, I don't like it. They keep trying to convince us that Crocodile looks good in purple and orange but I'm just not seeing it, he looks bad I'm sorry (I do like the coat though)
(SK Anime)
in some other universe, this is what they look like, and you cannot FATHOM how much I want to live in that universe
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You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me (Ch.4)
Hello, kiddos! The idea for this fanfic came to me from a dream (again) I had about a month ago. Тhe main characters were Tom Cruise and Henry Cavill (don't ask me why), but with a light hand they have been replaced (sorry, guys). The main action of the dream took place somewhere in the sands. Аlthough this fanfic will feature Sir Crocodile and our beloved Buggy, the action shifts to the desert. No marines, ships etc. Sorry, not sorry :) The devil fruit's abilities are preserved. Catch the Mummy and Indiana Jones vibes :) I have no idea how many chapters there will be. Different titles and names from the original source material will be used to emphasise the general OP's vibe.
Since English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)
And thank you to my dear @yujo-nishimura and @laurasoretta for believing in me :)
Description: Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure..
Warnings: 12+, I think. As always, no smut, angst, violence. Adventures and fun only. Buggy x OC, Sir Crocodile x OC.
Words: 1236
The title is taken from «You've Got the Same Dream as Me» (Sonya Belousova & Giona Ostinelli) (One Piece, Netflix)
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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
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"A car?" Catherine looked in amazement at the big black jeep.
"What did you expect?" Buggy asked, leaning back on the bonnet, taking off his striped bandana.
"Well, I don't know. We’re in Cairo… But.. You got people around town who look like fish. And there's… just a car", she said, glancing at his long blue hair.
"Sorry, cotton candy, my personal flying dragon is at home. I can take you for a ride next time", he replied with a sneer in voice, wrapping his hair into a ponytail.
"Ew, jeez", Catherine pursed her lips.
"If you keep yucking, I'm not taking you with me,. You can go to the nearest rental shop and book yourself a magic carpet if you want".
"Tell me, were you born to be such an asshole? Or did it come with age?" Catherine drilled Buggy with her eyes.
"Stop it, both of you. Save your love quarrels for later!" Rika said loudly, locking the shop door shut. "By some completely idiotic irony, we all need to get to the same place. Let's focus on the case. Cathie, get out your maps and records".
"He started it first!"
"I don't care! I'm not going to be your mom or dad. I said, get out your maps and records now! Here's your book by professor Alabasta", Rika put it on the bonnet.
It was a large book, in a brown cover with golden monograms on it. The pages were a little yellowed in places, but fortunately the text was legible.
"Woooow", Catherine whispered and gently ran her hands over the sheets.
"You see?" Rika opened one of Cathrine's diaries and pointed her index finger at one of the entries. "The numbers here and here match. I think that old man Alabasta knew something. I don't know if they point to the location of the treasure or not, maybe it's just one of the dots, but I'm more than sure that this is where we should be heading".
"But if he found treasure, for example, why didn't he take it? Maybe it's not there anymore", Catherine asked, "and why did my sister go there? She and I are both adventurers, but I still don't understand".
"Maybe she didn't go looking for the treasure. Maybe your sister got so tired of your endless whining that she decided to join a caravan and hide from you forever. That's what I would do", Buggy said, leaning between the two girls, glancing briefly at Catherine and putting his hand on her back.
"You're pissing me off already", she whispered.
"Well, I don't know your sister, so her motives are unclear to me, - Rika said, shaking her head, "but I know what I want to find there".
"And what is that?" Catherine asked with surprise.
"It doesn't matter".
"Look, there are several routes", Catherine ran her finger along the lines on the page. "I think we should take the shortest route so we can get there faster. The less time I spend in the car with this clown, the better".
"No, no", Buggy shook his head negatively. "You see, this short cut is guarded by Baroque Works men. We can't make two steps out there. We'd be quickly captured and sent to some underwater prison. Believe me, you won't like it there. We'll take this way", he pointed down the long road, "sorry, you'll have to bear with me".
He started to put the bags in the boot of the car.
"Trust me, you'll be happy to be in those places with me. Because if we meet a man with a hook there, I'll be your best bet for salvation".
"A man with a hook? Have you been drinking since this morning?" Catherine moved closer to his face to test her hunch.
"Where the hell did you come from, cutie biscuit?" he whispered in her ear.
"Loguetown, why are you asking?"
"Oh, just curious. Alright. Hop in, girls. Rika. And my cotton candy", he said with a wink, getting into the car.
"Stop calling me that!"
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The journey to the coordinates indicated on the map took about two hours. The car stopped somewhere in the middle of a hot desert. There was only a small building, which looked more like an old barracks.
"Well, where are we? You said you could read maps", Catherine got out of the car and looked around, "I thought we'd be in the right place on time".
"Can you stop nagging, I'm getting a headache", Buggy said, looking for something in the boot of the car.
"Don't tell me what to do and what not to do. You're the one who brought us here", Catherine walked briskly over to Buggy. "Fuck, if I'd known you didn't know anything, I wouldn't have messed with you in life".
"Listen, pie", Buggy grabbed her arm and hissed, glaring at her with his green eyes. "I'm sick of your hysterics. If you don't stop acting like this, I'm gonna leave you here in the middle of the desert to be eaten by the local sand creatures. And drive back. Believe me, I'd rather be in a bar than stuck here with you right now".
Catherine felt his warm hand squeeze her arm with force.
"Okay, people, break", Rika said, getting closer to them. "According to the coordinates, we're in the right spot now. Catherine, anticipating your question, no, we're not at the final point of our journey yet. While you two were arguing the whole way, I was trying to get a good look at the map. But it was difficult, with your love dialogues distracting my attention".
Catherine rolled her eyes.
"And? What's next?" she asked.
"We should go into that building over there. There must be something important in there, since it's marked on the map. It looks like a shop or a small hotel. I don't know. At least it's on the map and in the diaries. You see it?" Rika pointed her finger in the notebook.
Catherine noticed Buggy re-hiding a small black, oddly shaped box.
"What's that in there?" she asked, placing her hand gently on his back, peering over his shoulder.
"It's nothing special".
"Okay… We'll go to that building then, see what I can find out".
Catherine took two steps forward and stopped. She turned round and was about to take half a step back.
"Buggy…"
"What?" he sounded annoyed.
"I'm s... You know. Never mind".
Catherine and Rika walked into a small building together. Inside, there were shelves with some bags of herbs and jars of oddly coloured water. The place smelled of coriander and lavender for some reason.
"What can I do for you, young girls?" a hoarse voice came from the corner of the room. A grown big-boned man with a grey beard and long grey hair sat in a chair.
"Good afternoon, sir. We seem to be a little lost. We need to go to the Sab...", Catherine didn't have time to finish her sentence because Rika stepped on her foot, silencing her.
"Rayleigh, I bet they're going there for the same reason I am", a low voice came from the front door.
"Sab... what? The Sabaody Desert? Why would you want to go there?
" the man asked, rising from his chair.
The tall man slowly began to approach the counter.
"Well, lassies, tell me what you're looking for there?", he asked, placing both hands on the table.
Catherine whispered in Rika's ear.
"Do you see that too? Does he have a… a hook instead of a hand?"
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Hi. How are you? I saw your request were open, so I thought I’d send one in! I always love seeing your requests in my inbox and writing them by the way. I’m not sure what you will and won’t do, but can I have a Sanji x Princess female reader, where the reader is the runaway bride of Ichiji (who has been promised to him since they were children), who meets the Strawhats around Alabasta seeking a life of adventure (not realizing who Sanji really is). The two grow close, Sanji refusing to tell her who he really is. Eventually, Whole Cake Island starts and she is forced to come back. But in the end, she is able to escape with the strawhats and her and Sanji finally make it official.
I’m so sorry it’s a lot, if you don’t want to write it that’s okay. I just have this idea but I just can’t figure out how to write it and since you have great ideas, you’d be perfect for the job! Thank you 💙💙💙
I'm gonna do it in headcanons if that is alright..
Trigger warnings: Mention of forced marriage, loveless marriage, bullying, swearing (anything else..let me know)
Bird in a cage..
One Piece
Sanji Vinsmoke x Princess! Female Reader
1. I'm gonna assume that you never really loved Ichiji to begin with and you were in a forced relationship/future spouse thing with that guy by your parents since you were a child and being a princess of Winter meant that you had a lot of marriage proposals from other men and being a princess meant that there will come a day that you will end up marrying someone that your parents would approve of and you won't. Your father was close friends with Vinsmoke judge and offered your hand in marriage to Ichiji, the eldest son in marriage even before your fourth birthday (you were promised to Ichiji when you two were children)..of all the riches in the land and wealth as a princess..there is always the cons like being forced to marry someone you hate.
2. You knew that you never liked Ichiji to begin with..he was cruel and a bully and the way he treated your servants and his made your blood boil. You were like a bird in a cage with the Vinsmoke family..expected to breed children when you and Ichiji were ready. To you, Ichiji was a total dick and to Ichiji, you were expected to know your place, Princess or not. You feared that Ichiji's behavior would be controlling when he got older and you were right on that matter.
3. Since childhood, you were always expected to play with Ichiji and his 'strong' brothers and his sister (you never met Sanji back then..because Vinsmoke judge made sure that he was out of the way and out of mind-locked up away in a prison cell-from the winter Princess *you*)..
4. It all came to ahead when you and Ichiji were of age and you were forced to face the reality of Ichiji becoming your husband (you thought that your father would change his mind and say that this is a bad idea) and you being a permanent bird in a cage..and obviously all the rules like don't do that or don't do this. Ichiji became more of a gentleman..surprising you with gifts or flowers or whatever would make a woman happy but you didn't feel happy..the love wasn't there for you.
5. The day of your marriage came with the eldest brother of the Vinsmoke family and that was when your plan came to light to Rejiu about escaping the god dammed Vinsmoke residence and Rejiu helped you escape..Rejiu knew that you deserve better then him. Despite all the compliments of how Ichiji will love to have you as his wife officially..you didn't feel the same.
6. You looked a sight..in a wedding gown escaping in a tiny boat away from Vinsmoke residence..you didn't want to bear the burden of being a princess anymore. I guess you should've planned better to escape because it didn't take long for things to go south extremely quickly when a large wave destroyed your boat and pulled you under quickly.
7. You thought that you were dead when you regained consciousness in a boat..the sunny. Someone saw you half dead in a wedding dress in the ocean and saved your life..Sanji saved your life..and Chopper treated your injuries.
8. The sunny crew was nothing as what you expected..you thought that they were evil and stuff like what your guards told you but they were really nice and treated you as family.
9. It was a bit of a surprise to some when you revealed who you were but they were accepting of it despite Zoro kinda grumbling about how they were going to protect you and stuff..after telling them your story of why you were in a wedding gown and things..you were confused at why Sanji froze when you said Ichiji's name but thought nothing of it. (You were given proper clothes instead of a wedding dress thankfully)
10. Sanji grew closer to you quicker than the other sunny members once realising that you generally meant no harm..Sanji..was generally a good guy..and a good gentleman. The development between Sanji and you was gradual but you two grew closer on every adventure you went on.
11. Then the whole cake Island arc started and you were forced to come back with the Vinsmoke family because Ichiji 'understands' why you've run off after Rejiu saved Luffy's life but it was your duty to obey as a good wife to Ichiji.
12. You were forced to stay by Ichiji's side and when he had to do something else...the other brothers basically watched you like a hawk as if you would run away..
13. When Sanji realised what had happened involving you and all..he wasted no time in rescuing you and having to reveal his identity and relationship with Ichiji and his other brothers..you realised why and you never blamed him for it..during childhood..Ichiji always told you how he bullied a weakling..you never realised it was Sanji. (Sanji never loved Pudding to begin with..he only agreed to this marriage in order for your life to be safe).
14. After the whole cake Island fiasco was over. You apologised to Sanji in front of the Sunny crew for not giving a proper answer sooner but..you still love him and Sanji gave you a proper kiss in front of everyone.
Author's note: my apologies if it is not up to your standards. You are my first requester so..I tried my best.
#one piece#headcanons#vinsmoke sanji#vinsmoke ichiji#vinsmoke family#straw hat luffy#The monster crew
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sir crocodile,
i cannot believe you were a no-show to the most recent warlord meeting because you missed perhaps the funniest thing i have ever seen. there were pyrotechnics. glitter. boa’s heel got caught in the ceiling several people died. seriously, i’m still laughing. it was so funny i can’t even put what i saw into writing—so i guess if you want to know, you’ll have to come visit me in person.
sorry, that was a lie. it was as boring as always; sengoku and tsuru glared at me from the head of the table, as usual the only two warlords who showed up are the boring ones who don’t talk—you know, same old same old. nothing to report, really. though, i did get disappointed when i didn’t see you. are you hiding from me? every time i arrive unannounced to alabasta, i can never seem to track you down. but, that can’t be right, can it? you, avoiding me? unheard of.
as it happens, i’ll be in the country around valentine’s day to discuss some things with king nefertari. at the latest reverie, we got into a bit of a heated debate over this-and-that and he offered to host me at his palace to, y’know, build foreign relations and all that. i may have oversold my investment in actually speaking with him (he’s just so boring—but not a fun boring, like you where you at least occasionally threaten to murder me) so i’m desperately looking for other ways to distract myself while there. you’ll help me, won’t you? you are the hero of alabasta, after all, isn’t it your job to come to the aid of the little people?
or at least come to the meeting with me. please, gods, come to the meeting with me.
okay, perfect. it’s a date <3
- d. d. f.
The pink envelope with the flamingo stamp leaves little to the imagination as to who this letter is from. Crocodile's first reflex is to crumple and trash it; he's not even interested in the letter's content. Unfortunately, his multi-armed assistant seems to think this is a bad idea, so she fetches it right as he scores a perfect 3-pointer in his trash with it.
Needless to say, his age starts to show as the creases in his forehead deepen and his gaze sombers.
"Nico Robin, do you think that's wise? I've already thrown that." Her dainty fingers start to unscramble that abhorrent piece of perfumed pink paper before she delicately deposits it on his desk.
"Of course you did. But if, by some unfortunate twist of fate, my boss were to miss an opportunity to prevent a one-on-one with his most hated, I would be a terrible assistant, don't you think?"
How he hates how right she is. This letter was probably nonsense. In fact, most of it was probably nonsense. But on the off chance Doflamingo warns him about his sudden arrival, Crocodile should not waste this opportunity. It could give him juuuuuust enough time to not avoid the man but also not see him, you feel?
Disdain twists his sharp traits, making him uglier than he needs to be. Crocodile acts like the simple act of touching that paper is repulsive. It is not, but he wants to ensure everybody understands his stance on Doflamingo. Despite how much he's told the man how little he wants to do with him, it never seems enough to keep him at bay. He's nothing short of a pest, and Crocodile hasn't yet found the right poison to get rid of it.
Crocodile tears the envelope with the sharp point of his hook, eyes locking on the first sentence for a moment.
NONSENSE. Of course, it was.
The sandman glances back up at Robin and dismisses her. He doesn't need her here as he reads that letter. He does not TRUST that woman not to plot something, anything, to put Doflamingo in his way.
Each word just further incenses him. It's the casualty of it all. Acting like they're friends, almost. Good job, Doffy. He does not even need to be in Crocodile's vicinity to ruin his day.
But it's the ending that sends him into a flying rage. A date? He couldn't be serious. And yet, Crocodile knows that he is and that Doflamingo will make true to his words. Valentine's Day, huh?
For reasons Crocodile does not care to explain, he'll be swamped at the casino that night. Perhaps he'll be entertaining some business partners, interviewing new singers, or whatever, really. As long as he does not have time for Doflamingo and stays out of his way...
Crocodile crumples the letter again and throws it in the trash, where it belongs. Then, he reaches for the hidden den den mushi in his desk drawer.
"Miss AllSunday," Robin replies with a quick yes before Crocodile interrupts again. "On the 14th, I take no visitors. No exception."
#LORD HELP ME IM DCRYING OVER THIS#DOFFY PLS#( t; crocodile. )#( oprp. )#THATS A DATE#Crocodile: nani the fuck
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Chapter 1054 — Flame Emperor
The wait is over!
Although I’ve been on vacation, just relaxing the last month, so no stress here. I really hope Oda got to take some well-earned time off as well!
Nearing the end-game, just jumping into the fray! Oda delivers on many, although not all fronts, so heavy spoiler if waters ahead.
First off, nice continuation of the previous fight’s theme of ‘let people have fun for once, we’ll take care of the trouble without troubling them’.
It’s so sweet that the remaining Akazaya leave both Luffy and Kin’emon out of this. It’s be nice if they beat Ryokugyu by themselves, but might also be a chance to see Luffy’s new level if he just decks a marine admiral by himself. He tried fighting Fujitora afte Dressrosa but was dragged away: will this be his time to shine? Or his time to rest and show the new level they all are on, by letting Momo and Yamato clobber him and show how high above this Luffy is? We’ll have to wait and see.
Ryokugyu is…an interesting character. If Fujitora is the ‘I’m going to change the marines by force if I have to’, is he the counterweight with his obvious Akainu-worship and blind adherence to the current status quo?
The whole world set-up is also interesting: Ryokugyu’s just going ‘this is how the world works you idiots’ while totally uniting the fact that it doesn’t work like that in Wano. There’s a reason no-one’s been able to force Wano to join the World Government — or for marauding pirates to lay waste to it by virtue of no marine protection (before Kaido, that is) as they did with Whitebeard’s home and Kaido’s and the nameless country they dumped the Donquixote family.
Don’t like the admiral, but am interested in his backstory. You get the whole page:
And his powers are crazy.
Interesting that Ryokugyu didn’t seem to know Kaido had a son. Yes, Yamato’s been locked away on an island where no news have gotten out in the last 20 years, but he was still eight when they got there — almost a decade of being alive and apparently hidden away?
Quick note: Oda’s page transitions strike again! Love how he’s building up up up just to strike you with a ‘pfah’ on the next page. Oh well, Momo, you’ll get there. Probably next chapter, the way things are going.
Shanks! And crew!
Shame on you Yasopp. Why wouldn’t you be?
Nice nod to the first chapter of OP during it’s 25th celebration month! One Piece started on the 22nd of July 1997!
Going after the Barto Club by the looks of it. But first…
…yes, please. Tell me more. With more ominous shading.
SO YOU KNEW ALL ALONG WHERE/WHAT IT IS? AND HOW TO GET THERE?
Also, why the creepy eye used mainly for bad guys and girls? And ominous background music filtering into my living room?
A wild card indeed, our Shanks. Might not be all he seems.
Is the time right for claiming the One Piece now, with Luffy and Sabo and…
…the prophesied death of King Cobra? And disappearance of Vivi? And eight revolutions in unnamed countries?
(On a technicality: Are there now five emperors, if Sabo’s called one too?)
Guess: Im wanted Vivi dead, Cobra got in the way, Sabo saved her but didn’t manage to save him, the whole thing was pinned on Sabo.
But why? What role is Alabasta playing in all this? Especially with the comment last chapter about Pluton being in Wano? Will Vivi sail with the Straw Hats again? Will this spark the final conflict?
Into the end game we go.
Nice little pick-me-up after the break.
I give it framing, character development and foreshadowing.
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This was his day, as today was Valentine's. He worked his butt off for this. Especially for the ladies. But he had to make it more special. Especially for such a beautiful princess like Vivi. He arranged the bow of the ship so they had a wonderful view. Dinner was laid out neatly on a table, on a plaided red and white tablecloth. Wine was served too, going for something that Vivi preferred. "It's just a little something for Valentine's." He said, though the act itself was not at all "little". It was grand and romantic for Vivi. "Shall we dine in? I also got chocolates for you too! They may taste familiar because Terracotta lent me some recipes so you don't feel homesick. Alabasta's finest chocolates, home-made for someone sweet like you!"
Valentine's Day Ask: @diabelskoga
The princess looked at her Valentine's Day date as he was the only person who submitted an application, but she was still happy to be out with him. Chuckling softly at his gestures she took a seat at the cute table that was decorated. Vivi smiled happily at the other, especially at his thoughtfulness in making special chocolates made from her kingdom. "Awe Sanji!" The female was happy that the male was going above and beyond, but she also liked him a lot as well. She had a crush on him for over two years now, but she had yet to confess. Today might be a good moment, however, she was going to wait for her chance.
An hour passed as they sat down talking and eating the sweets he provided, it was getting late into the night she had the first shift, so she needed to go. Smiling at the blonde she stood up and looked deep into his eyes as she spoke, "Thank you so much for the wonderful evening Sanji, but I have something for you are well."
The princess grabbed the male's tie to pull him closer to her as she gave him a passionate kiss. Not wasting a second, she released the fabric and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him as close as she could. It was not a sweet innocent kiss, but a passionate one. Her fingers were roaming throughout his golden locks softly making smoothing movements as her heart raced with glee. Her tongue traced around his lips before she would gently nip his lower lip and then suck on his slightly.
A small moan of pleasure left her voice before she finally pulled away giving him a playful gaze. "Have a wonderful night Sanji and sweet dreams." Walking away happily, the female hummed softly before she left the male alone.
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You will love me for it.
My first collab ever! A huge special thanks to @stulili for drawing our perfect man💕
TW: rough sex, slight dub-con, hair pulling, choking, dom/sub relationship, slight bdsm, light blood, marking, knife/hook play, degradation (name calling)
Word count: 2.5k
The heels of your shoe clicked up the steps to the fanciest restaurant in Alabasta. Crocodile led you to the table in the back, never stopping to speak with a hostess, but why would he when he practically owned the place. He pulled out your chair for you and gently pushed you to the table, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. You blush and gaze out the window, the sun setting over the desert shined a warm orange across the restaurant, and as it sank behind the sand, you had the most beautiful peach tone to your cheeks. You look back to your date, his slick-backed hair and the symmetrical scar seemed to glisten in the now-starlight. Crocodile stared into your eyes with admiration and lust, undressing you in his mind. How could he not, you were wearing the finest fur shawl over a sweetheart-cut velvet dress.
The waiter waltzed over to your table with two leather menus with Crocodile’s favorite wine. “Good evening Mr. Zero, and good evening to the lovely lady,” he said with a warm smile. He poured the two glasses and set them in front of each of you, but as he was placing the bottle on the table, the glass bottle accidentally hit your plate. The red juice spilled all over your chest and lap, the waiter’s faced turned ghost-white, fearing the worst from you or the mysterious gentleman. At first you were shocked, Crocodile had a vein popping out of his forehead, looking like he was about to burst with anger. The red on his face was richer than the wine dripping from your dress. The waiter profusely apologized, the sorrys pouring from his mouth like a waterfall. He grabbed a cloth napkin from the table and began frantically dabbing your shoulders, chest, and lap. You sensed your date’s anger from across the table, as he was about to stand and shout at the poor waiter, you just told him that it was okay, and laughed it off to calm the vibe. The waiters hands were still on your body, frozen and shocked that you weren’t about to scream at him for his mistake. You laughed and informed him that it was okay, you could wash the dress and dry clean your fur. He sighed with relief as he took the dirty cloths away, apologizing again, and leaving you two to look over the menu.
You got most of the wine off your skin, no longer feeling sticky and wet, and as you sipped your water you locked eyes with Crocodile. His face no longer flushed, but his eyes seemed off, like he wanted to say something but choosing not to. “Are you okay?” You asked, feeling like you did something wrong. “Yes. Everything is fine. Please get whatever you would like to eat.” He said with a stern voice as he focused on the menu. You sunk into your chair, feeling embarrassed but glossed over the dinner options before deciding on a salad.
You both ordered your food and ate in silence, while it was delicious, it left your stomach in knots. Crocodile patted his mouth with the cloth napkin and placed it on the table. “Come.” You obliged and quickly stammered behind the tall man, one of his steps was about four of yours. Your shoes clicked on the tile leading outside onto the sand pathway, muffling the sound.
Not too long after you arrive at Crocodile’s front door, being opened by one of the many servants working in his home. “Good evening Mr. Zero, did you have a lovely dinner?” They asked kindly, but were ignored as he kept walking to his room, and you sheepishly followed.
You clicked on the marble floor toward his bedroom, leading to a plush Persian rug through a mahogany door, peering in to see if he was waiting for you. You walked inside only to see his empty bed and hear him already in the shower. Worried about disturbing him and making the night more awkward, you sat at his desk and waited patiently.
It felt like an eternity but the water finally shut off and you heard him step out of the shower. The door opened and released the built up steam, fogging the room. A large silhouette appeared in the doorway, growing bigger as it came closer to you. You stand up, still slightly stained by the wine, but excited to finally shower. As he approached you, a strong force swiped across you, your cheek tingled and felt hot to the touch. You grabbed your face with tears building up in your eyes. He struck you.
Moving your head up, eyes locking with his, but instead of sorrow or regret, his were filled with rage. “Do you know why I did that?” He asked calmly. You were speechless, never been hit before, especially by someone you thought cared for you. “… no” you replied softly, fighting back the tears.
“You disrespected me. In public nonetheless,” he said as his face got closer to yours. His tone was seething with rage, and while you felt scared and small, a warm feeling built up inside of you. “You embarrassed me in front of my subordinates,” he said pursing his lips. You’ve never seen him this angry before, scaring you while arousing you. With each step he took toward you, you took one back, your ears still ringing from the strike. He kept persisting until your back bumped the wall, nowhere else to go. His hook raised up, sliding down the wall, screeching slowly until he rested it on your cheek, softly caressing you. Crocodile leaned into your ear, the scent of his cologne falling into your throat as you gasped quietly. His breath caused the hairs on your neck to rise, goosebumps overflowing your body, “but do you know why I feel disrespected ?” He asked as your breathing quivered and you choked on your words, “n-no… what did I d-do?”
“You let another man touch you.”
Your eyes widened, “you’re upset over the wine spill?” You asked surprised, a smirk appeared on your face, thinking he was just messing with you.
Within the moment a smile showed on your face, his large hand was entangled in your hair, fingers grabbing from the root. “How. Dare. You.,” his hand tightened with each word. “Who do you think you are? Do you enjoy letting other men have their hands all over you? Are you nothing but a whore?”
Each word felt like a knife to your chest, your head beginning to pound from the hair feeling like it was being ripped from your scalp. The smile on your face was long gone, but the warm feeling inside grew larger. He glared daggers into your eyes and said a strong but quiet words,
“I will fuck you up, and you will love me for it.”
You pressed your knees together and breathed deeply to calm down. Crocodile looked at your legs, and back up to your eyes, cocking an eyebrow. “You aren’t serious. You like being treated like a whore?”
The small smirk returned to your face, “only if I’m treated as your whore… sir.” You flashed a little smile as the feeling rose in your stomach as his hook slowly dragged down the back of your dress, snagging the zipper as the fabric fell to the floor. Your body was completely exposed to the tall man, feeling vulnerable and small, but you loved it.
Your soft, sweet skin, still with some red blotches and spots trailing down your arms and shoulders. Crocodile leaned down with soft kisses, slowly trickling from your hand up to your neck, finishing off with a rough bite. The pain was sharp and overwhelming, it felt as if he was a wild animal, you opened your mouth to yell, but before your protest, he shoved the backside of his hook to your throat. Air trapped in your lungs, you tried to pry him off but it was no use. Your chest felt tighter and tighter as you tried to gasp for air, tears formed in your eyes again, and as you looked sympathetically into Crocodile’s golden eyes, he only pushed harder.
It felt like he was looking through you, like you were nothing more than a plaything, and he didn’t care what happened to you. Struggling to breathe, your instincts kicked in and began panicking. You tried pushing and kicking Crocodile off before you passed out, and the feeling was creeping into your core. On the verge of seeing black, he took back his hook and you dropped to your knees, coughing and crying.
He looked directly down at you, seeing how pathetic you were, you swore you saw the corner of his lips move. He liked this.
Before you could finish catching your breath, you felt a large weight pressing on your neck. You try to crane your view to see what was happening, but the force pressed you down to the floor. Crocodile’s foot pushed onto you, putting you in your place. “Are you going to apologize for what you’ve done, dear?” He hummed as he added more weight to his stance. The pressure made it difficult to breathe, let alone speak. All you could muster was a breathy exhale apology. “S…. Sir… s… sorry…”
He released his foot from your backside and listened to the melody of you coughing and gasping for air once again. Before you could stand to meet his gaze, he commanded, “crawl.” He walked over to his bed and sat at the edge, waiting for you.
Your hands and knees felt the harsh chill of the tile, and each movement was hard and cold. But knowing that you were crawling for a warlord kept you hot. You seductively moved one after the other until you were at his feet once again, pulling yourself up at level with his crotch, covered only by a plush towel. You kissed slowly up his thighs and saw out of the corner of your eye an expression that you longed for, a smile on his beautiful face.
The towel grew the closer you got to his center, while looking him in the eye, you took the plush with your teeth and tossed it to the floor, exposing the dark-haired man. His cock sprang up, nearly hitting your face. You locked eyes with Crocodile, and a silent message was shared between you two. You smirked and lowered yourself onto him, your tongue dancing around his tip, feeling him shutter around you.
Your tongue wrapped around his cock, up and down and swirled around, and pushed yourself down until he hit the back of your throat. In that moment Crocodile couldn’t control himself, he immediately grabbed the back of your head and pushed himself down your throat. You gagged and tears formed in your eyes but you loved how he was taking advantage of you. He thrusted into your throat and didn’t care about the noises you were making. His hook cradled the back of your skull and his hand directed your mouth, being manhandled made your panties like a waterfall. Crocodile knew you were craving more, so was he, and with a final thrust into you, he then pushed you off only to grab your hair again and throw you to the bed.
You landed on the mattress with some strands of hair falling beside you. Your tits squished onto the fabric before trying to get up, but Crocodile was faster, using his hook to rip off your soaked panties. The cold breeze hit your pussy like the slap from soon before, but knowing you were exposed to such a powerful man was nothing but thrilling.
Your body was craving for him to fill you up, bending on your hands and knees, pushing your wetness to his groin. He took his cock and traced around the outside of your needy hole. “I know you want me, all the dirty sluts do, so tell me how badly you need me, he purred as he continued teasing you.
You were going crazy, dizzy from arousal and you needed to fuck like a feral animal. You whined for Crocodile’s cock, but he commanded you to tell him. “Beg me like a good fuck doll or I’ll leave you naked outside to show everyone what a tease you are!”
His roaring threats were overwhelming, you melted to a puddle under is command. You pushed yourself onto him more and yelled “Crocodile I want you to fuck me like a worthless whore! I need your cock to fill me up and to use me as you please. Please Sir I need you inside me please please please….”
“Good girl.”
Just as the words hit your ears, his cock thrusted inside of you, his hips slamming into your backside. The moan that escaped your throat echoed down the hallway, you were sure his servants and maids could hear you now. But you didn’t care. You wanted them to hear, you wanted all of Alabasta to hear.
The feeling inside you grew and was nearly overflowing, you felt you were going to cum but didn’t want this moment to end. Crocodiles giant cock continued to stretch you to your limits. “Sir please, please pull my hair and treat me like your toy,” you muttered between thrusts, and heard you loud and clear.
Your breasts bounced with each movement, his hand forcefully grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled so far back your neck was completely exposed. Distracted by the pain on your head, you were surprised by the cold metal tracing the front of your throat. You loved how it felt like ice on your warm skin, but Crocodile wanted to push you further. As his hips continued to slam into you, the tip of his hook sunk into your neck, leaving a beautiful crimson line like a silk ribbon choker on your throat. Feeling drops warm liquid pour down your tits, dripping onto the sheets.
Your voice was hoarse from moaning and begging, and you feel your climax ready to burst, and Crocodile was close too. After seeing you beg for more pain and his cock, he couldn’t contain himself and as he thrusted into you one final time, his hook scratched your back and cum filled you up. Feeling his warm liquid inside of you, you follow suit, moaning his name as your body shook and grasped the sheets until your knuckles were white.
You both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. You rolled over to him, seeing his pink cheeks and sweat beading on his forehead. You leaned into him for a soft kiss, he caressed your cheek with such dainty love and care, you couldn’t help but smile. He smirked back, tilting his head back to admire his work, the bites and cuts on your neck, the bruises on your thighs, and the handprint on your face. You swooned at the thought of being marked by Crocodile. You may look like a beaten slut, but you were his slut, and you wore those marks as a badge of honor.
“I told you I would fuck you up, and I know you love me for it.”
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Killer x reader (having a stressful day) English / French
Disclaimer : This will be in French and English. It was written originally in French and translated to english. I added the french version at the end of the post if anyone is interested.
A/N : こんばんは ! ♡ リクエストしてくれてありがとう~ @holykillercake san. This is my first time writing something both in English and in French. Alsooo, writing something for Pasta-husbando ! I hope that you will like it >o< I never noticed that Kirarin & Killer both have “キラ”, this explain why Killer’s hair is so healthy and shiny...Anyways~
始めましょう !
-ENGLISH-
«- Relax. »
The moment his fingers touched your skin, your shoulders unclenched as if a weight or a burden had dropped off them. Your muscles were stretched to the limit; An underlying tension, no doubt, you were carrying the stress of a whole week on your frail shoulders.
«- Y/N. »
Just your first name, nothing else.
It was his way of asking you what was bothering you and you understood it. You were there, you had just come to his room, sitting on the sofa and there he is – as it has now became a habit – behind you, offering you a massage. Fairy fingers put pressure on your shoulders, fingers that could as well kill as take you to heaven. Never once you have felt afraid. His touch was comforting, familiar.
« -Don't worry. I just had a stressful day...The usual.
You melted under his touch. You felt his fingers tighten at your remark and you could make out his thought pattern.
-No Killer, nobody bothered me. You won't have to kill anyone.
-I wasn't planning on killing anyone.
You couldn't suppress a small laugh as you guessed his confusion. He was extremely protective of you, even if he hid it pretty well. Dear lord, just his presence was enough to put you in a better mood.
-Yes, yes, of course. And what about the guy from last time ? »
You reminded him of your last party, or rather, the party where you both had to babysit Kid once again. A man a little too drunk had taken advantage of the crowd to put an indiscreet hand on your lower back. Needless to say, Killer broke his arm without blinking – a reflex. To be fair, Kid would have reacted even worse, the redhead and you were like brother and sister.
His fingers reluctantly left your shoulders, he got closer to the large bookshelf, as big as one of the room's walls.
Killer was an avid reader, he had books from different origins. You were always in awe in front of his wide knowledge. When did he have all the time to read these books ? Certainly during nights of insomny.
He came back and sat down next to you, in his hands, you recognized the book "A Thousand and One Nights", the cover was thick and decorated with a golden frame. You smile excitedly, you and Killer had this habit; whenever you felt bad or couldn't sleep, he would read you fairy tales. He had read dozens of them to you ; The Little Prince, Alice in Wonderland, the Tales of Hoffman. But your favorite was always “A Thousand and One Nights”. (Arabian Nights)
This book cristalised your love. Whenever you couldn't sleep, you would join the man in his room and he would tell you, like Scheherazade, the astonishing tales. Before you even knew it, you had fallen under his spell.
He patted his knees and you rested your head just there. His voice carried you to the sands of the east. A voice extremely gentle, mesmerizing. This intimate moment was enough to eradicate all your worries. One hand was carrying the book, while the other stroked your hair and cheeks in turn. His voice told you about the adventures of Sindbad, the famous sailor from Bagdad. He had bought this book from an old bookstore in Alabasta and it introduced him to the oriental beauty.
When he finishes reading the tale you get up slightly and snuggle up in his arms. He circled your waist with his as you stayed there for a moment.
-I love it when you tell me about the adventures of Sindbad. I feel like I'm seeing a side of you that no one else can access.
-And that's true. You are the only one who wants to hear these stories. He strokes your hair.
-All credit goes to you. You are an excellent storyteller.
-And you are an excellent listener. »
He smiled behind his mask, maybe if he took it off, you could've seen the rose-color that tinted his cheeks.
He appreciated how you cared about everything he said and everything he loved. You were the only person in the world he shared this with, who he could stand sharing all of this with. The stress of the day was now nothing but a vague memory. Only one thing was missing. You wanted to get closer. You wanted to look at him and kiss him. The adventures of Sindbad were not enough.
« -I want to look at you... »
You breathe out, your voice was no more than a sigh, a slight whisper that made him smile behind his mask. Smile that you don't see but that you could imagine. You didn't have to see him, you just had to pay attention to his chest rising with the rhythm of his breathing. You now knew how to decipher every gesture and the slightest variation in his voice. But it didn't stop you from wanting to look at him.
You knew each other more than anyone, but you always wanted more. You wanted him entirely to yourself. You wanted him to lay bare his feelings just as you did, because he was your comfort zone and you wanted to be his.
You sit, your slender fingers brushing against the hard surface of the mask. You feel his breathing stop.
« -For me... » you add, insisting.
It wasn't the first time you'll see him without a mask, but could you be satisfied? He even kept it on in his sleep. Your fingers start caressing the golden locks.
« For you. » He repeats, his voice was firm but penetrating. Coming from behind the mask, it was somewhat veiled.
Someone else would never have guessed his hesitation but you? Easy task.
You couldn't suppress a smile, one of a child that was promised a sugar cube. You were now sitting next to him on the sofa, wrists on your hips, catching your breath, eyelashes barely batting.
The mask was now resting on the armrest. Your eyes layed on his perfectly sculpted face and the purplish lips that you were dying to kiss. Did he hide his face, like Medusa hers, out of fear of petrifying you?
«- Killer ... You are so...beautiful. »
No need for words, a finger rested on your parted lips. Your gaze was enough, words were sometimes too overwhelming. His azure eyes shone behind a curtain of golden hair. You hesitate, a second then two, before coming to sit on his knees. He was surprised by this proximity but it didn't bother him since he put your hand on his chest. His skin was warm, his heart was beating considerably faster. He didn't say it, that gesture meant "I love you" and you knew it.
- Thank you for being there for me. »
Your face was inches from his. His lips barely caressed yours before kissing you fully as his hand rested on the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.
Once again, the gesture spoke better than the words. I love you. I want you. I want you to give me all your stress, all your pain, I want to carry it for you.
- (Y / N) ... A sigh ... I lo-
Suddenly, the door thudded open. You didn't have to look back, you knew, both of you knew who that was.
-Killer! When are we gonna eat I'm sss---... Wait what, FUCK-
- Can't you knock on the door for once?
You grabbed a pillow and threw it at Kid, who was already turning around, embarrassed to have interrupted you. He disappeared as quickly as he had come, uttering a myriad of obscenities in his way.
Killer buried his head in your neck, embarrassed to be found in this compromising situation, although it could have been way worse. You cursed Kid inside for interrupting you.
-Killer, what were you saying ?
He puts his mask back on murmuring a « nothing »
-But I swear I heard you say it. You were going to say « I love you », right ? You teased
-If you heard it then why are you asking ? He was extremely thankful for wearing his mask at that moment.
-Because I want to hear it again ! -Too honest, you were too honest for his own good.
-I love you.
-W-wait I wasn't prepared ! You were now the one to blush. Killer wasn't the kind to express his feelings all the time and that openly, so it meant a lot to you.
« Cute » was all he thought of you in that moment. He got up holding you tight against his chest ;
-Well, I think that Kid is really going to throw a tantrum if he doesn't get to eat. You must be starving as well. Would you like to help me in the kitchen ?
-Of course I would. But first put me down.
-I am scared that is out of the question.
He simply answers as he proceeds to hold you over his shoulder, heading towards the kitchen.
- French -
«- Détends-toi. »
A l'instant où ses doigts entrèrent en contact avec ta peau, tes épaules s'abaissèrent comme si un poids ou un fardeau en disparaissait. Tes muscles étaient tendus à l'extrême ; Une accumulation de tension sans doute, le stress de toute une semaine.
« - (T/P). »
Juste ton prénom et rien d'autre.
C'était sa manière de te demander ce qui te tracassait et tu le compris. Tu étais là, tu venais tout juste de rentrer dans sa chambre pour t'affaler sur le sofa et le voilà qui -comme à son habitude- t'offrait un massage. Il avait des doigts de fée, comment des doigts pouvaient-ils aussi bien tuer que t'emmener au paradis ? Tu n'avais jamais eu peur de lui. Son toucher était réconfortant et familier.
« -Ne t'en fais pas. C'était juste une journée stressante. »
Tu fondais sous son toucher, sa présence derrière toi était rassurante. Tu sentis ses doigts se crisper à ta remarque et tu pus deviner son schéma de pensée.
«- Non Killer, personne ne m'a embêtée. Tu ne devras tuer personne.
-Je ne comptais tuer personne.
Tu ne pus réprimer un petit rire en devinant son trouble. Il était extrêmement protecteur lorsqu'il s'agissait de toi, même s'il ne le montrait pas. Bon dieu, rien que sa présence était assez pour te mettre de bonne humeur.
-Mais oui, bien sûr. Et le type de l'autre fois, on en parle ?
Tu ne manquas pas de lui rappeler votre dernière soirée ensemble, ou plutôt, une énième soirée où il fallait prendre soin de Kid. Un homme un peu trop alcoolisé avait profité de la foule pour poser une main indiscrète sur le bas de ton dos. Inutile de mentionner que Killer lui avait fracturé le bras sans ciller. Remarque, Kid aurait agit pire, le roux et toi étiez tout deux comme frère et sœur.
Ses doigts quittèrent tes épaules à contre cœur, tu le vis qui s'approchait de la grande bibliothèque qui occupait un des murs de la pièce. Killer aimait énormément lire, à vrai dire, il avait tellement de connaissances et il avait des livres de différentes origines. Tu étais toujours admirative devant son savoir.
Il revint et s'assit à côté de toi, entre ses mains, tu reconnus le livre « Mille et une nuit », la couverture était épaisse et ornementée d'un cadre doré. Tu souris avec excitation, Killer et toi aviez cette habitude ; à chaque fois que tu te sentais mal ou que tu n'arrivais pas à dormir, il te lisait des contes. Il t'en avait lu des dizaines maintenant ; Le petit Prince, Alice au pays des merveilles, les Contes d'Hoffman. Mais ton préféré restait toujours « Mille et une nuit ».
Ce livre représentait ton énamourement. A chaque fois que tu n'arrivais pas à dormir, tu rejoignais l'homme dans sa chambre et il te contait à la manière de Shéhérazade les contes étonnants. Avant même de t'en rendre compte, tu étais tombée sous son charme.
Il tapota ses genoux et tu posas ta tête là où il l'avait désigné. Sa voix te transportait vers les sables d'orient. Il y mettait tant de douceur. Ce moment intime était assez pour éradiquer tout tes ennuis. Sa main portait le livre, tandis que l'autre, caressait tour à tour tes cheveux et tes joues. Que tu étais chanceuse de l'avoir. Sa voix te racontait les aventures de Sindbad. Il avait acheté ce livre lors d'une escapade à Alabasta et était tombé sous le charme.
Lorsqu'il finit de lire le conte tu te relevas légèrement et tu te blottis dans ses bras. Il encercla ta taille des siens et vous restèrent un instant dans cette position.
-J'adore quand tu me racontes les aventures de Sindbad. J'ai l'impression d'accéder à un côté de toi que seul moi peut voir.
-Et c'est vrai. Tu es la seule qui veut entendre mes contes.
-C'est tout à ton honneur. Tu es un excellent conteur.
-Tu es une excellente audience. »
Il sourit derrière son masque et ne manqua pas d'en rougir. Il aimait comment tu t'intéressais à tout ce qu'il racontait et à tout ce qu'il aimait. Tu étais la seule personne au monde avec qui il partageait cela, avec qui il pouvait se permettre de partager cela. Le stress de la journée n'était plus qu'un vague souvenir. Une seule chose te manquait. Tu voulais plus de proximité. Tu voulais le voir et l'embrasser. Les aventures de Sindbad n'étaient pas assez.
«-Je veux te voir... »
Tu expires, ta voix n'était plus qu'un soupir, léger murmure qui le fit sourire derrière son masque. Sourire que tu ne vis pas mais que tu pus deviner. Tu n'avais plus à le voir, tu n'avais qu'à prêter attention à sa poitrine qui s'élevait au rythme de sa respiration. Tu savais maintenant déchiffrer chaque geste et la moindre variation de sa voix.
Tu le connaissais, vous vous connaissiez plus que personne mais tu en voulais toujours plus. Tu voulais qu'il s'offre entièrement à toi. Tu voulais qu'il mette à nu ses sentiments comme tu le faisais avec lui, parce qu'il était ta zone de confort et que tu voulais être la sienne.
Tu te redresses, tes doigts graciles viennent toucher du bout des doigts la surface dure du masque. Tu sens son souffle s'arrêter.
« Pour moi... » tu répètes, insistante. Ce n'était pas la première fois que tu le verras sans masque, mais pouvais-tu en être satisfaite ? Il le gardait même dans son sommeil. Tes doigts se perdent maintenant dans sa chevelure dorée.
« Pour toi. » Sa voix était ferme mais pénétrante. Venant de derrière le masque, elle était quelque peu voilée.
Une autre n'aurait pas pu deviner son trouble mais pour toi ? Tâche facile. Tu ne pus réprimer un sourire d'enfant auquel on promettait un morceau de sucre. Tu étais maintenant assise à côté de lui sur le sofa, les poignets sur tes hanches, le souffle coupé, les cils battant à peine.
Le masque reposait à présent sur l'accoudoir. Tu pus découvrir son visage parfaitement sculpté, ses lèvres violacées. Cachait-il son visage, comme Meduse ses yeux, de peur de te pétrifier ?
«- Killer...Tu es magnifique. »
Pas besoin de mots, un doigt vint se poser sur tes lèvres entrouvertes. Ton regard était assez, les mots parfois l'encombraient. Ses yeux azur brillaient derrière un rideau de cheveux dorés, ils étaient fuyants. Tu hésites, une seconde puis deux, avant de venir t'installer sur ses genoux. Il fut surpris par cette proximité mais elle ne le gêna pas puisqu'il vint poser ta main sur sa poitrine. Sa peau était brûlante, son cœur battait considérablement plus fort. Il ne le dit pas, ce geste signifiait « Je t'aime » et tu le savais.
«- Merci d'être là pour moi. »
Ton visage était à quelques centimètres du siens. Ses lèvres vinrent caresser les tiennes à peine, avant de t'embrasser pleinement tandis que sa main se posa sur sur ta nuque pour approfondir le baiser. Encore une fois, le geste parlait mieux que les mots. Je t'aime. Je te veux. Je veux que tu me donnes tout ton stress, toute ta peine, je veux la porter pour toi.
-(Y/N)...Un soupir...Je t'ai-
Soudain, la porte s'ouvrit en un fracas. Tu n'eus pas besoin de te retourner, tu savais, vous saviez de qui il s'agissait.
-Killer ! C'est quand qu'on mange je meu--...PUTAIN mais...
-Tu peux pas frapper à la porte pour une fois ?
Tu attrapas un coussin et tu le lanças en la direction de Kid qui se retournait déjà, gêné de vous avoir interrompu. Il disparut aussi rapidement qu'il n'était venu en prononçant une myriade d’obscénités.
Killer enfonça sa tête dans ton cou, gêné d'être découvert dans cette situation compromettante, quoique ça aurait pu être pire.
-Tu disais quoi, chéri ?
Il remit son masque tout en murmurant un « rien du tout ».
-Mais je jure que je t'ai entendu le dire ! Tu allais dire « Je t'aime », n'est-ce pas ? Tu le taquinais un peu trop pour son bien être.
-Si tu m'avais entendu, alors pourquoi demandes-tu ?
Il était extrêmement heureux d'avoir son masque sur le visage à cet instant précis.
-Parce que je veux l'entendre à nouveau. Si honnête, un peu trop pour son bien.
-Je t'aime.
-Qu-quoi ? Je n'étais pas préparée à ça ! Tu étais maintenant celle qui rougissait. Killer n'était pas du genre à exprimer ses sentiments tout le temps et ouvertement alors ça signifiait énormément à tes yeux.
« Trop mignonne. » C'était ce qu'il pensait de toi en ce moment. Il s'est levé tout en te gardant contre sa poitrine.
-Bon, je pense que Kid va vraiment causer un désastre s'il n'a pas à manger. Tu dois mourir de faim également. Tu ne voudrais pas me donner un coup de main en cuisine ?
-Bien sûr que oui. Mais tout d'abord...Est-ce que tu pourrais me poser à terre ?
-ça c'est hors de question. Il répondit simplement tout en te mettant sur son épaule et en se dirigeant vers la cuisine.
#Killer x reader#one piece x reader#one piece scenarios#one piece imagine#massacre soldier#one piece killer x reader
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SHAMBLES!
Trafalgar Law x Nico Robin
“Fancy seeing you here…Miss All Sunday!” Crocodile laughter booms throughout the cave. Law’s brows were raised at the exchange of the Strawhat archeologist and the former warlord.
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“Why did Crocodile refer you to Miss All Sunday, Nico-ya?” Law walked out of the men's dorm and straight for the raven haired beauty who was looking out to sea, it was a beautiful night it wasn’t pitched black for once; the stars were shining and the moon was lucent.
Robin turned behind to see the Pirate Captain walking towards but without his sword and part of her was glad that he could let his guard down at LEAST a little bit around her. “Law-kun” she smiled acknowledging him. “If I tell you, it might take up your whole night away.” she replied.
“I have all the time now and it wouldn’t be a waste if it’s a night with you again Nico-ya” he said genuinely.
“Did you know that before I joined my crew I tried to kill them and they…like all the other times defeated me.” Robin reminisce and Law was taken aback because he was used to the maniacal antics of the crew that he forgot that if he put that all aside, all of them are dangerous individuals. “I was the vice president of an evil organisation called Baroque Works. Similar to Doflamingo, I worked for Crocodile to take over the country Alabasta. Of Course for me helping him take over the country wasn’t what I wanted, I just needed to hide from the world government. Miss All Sunday was an alias name as each member has their own to protect our real identity.” Robin finished with a smile and Law was still processing her story. “You were their enemy and Strawhat-ya let you into the crew? Just like that?” He sounds baffled because who in the right mind would let their enemy that they JUST DEFEATED in like that but then again it is Luffy.
She laughed “Yes he did, I insisted on staying on their ship because I didn’t have anywhere to go and we would sail from adventure to adventures.” Robin said adoringly.
“So..the enies lobby incident…” Law trailed off.
“Yes the World Government…just when I found people that I finally care about, they were going to take that away from me again. I surrendered myself to protect my nakamas from the Buster Call. Despite my unrelenting attitude, they never gave up on me and they declared war on the world government and it was at that moment when I felt a huge burden being lifted off me.” Robin hugged her body with her arms when a gust of wind blew past both of them, she smiled at the memory…oh how they have come so far.
Law took off his coat and came closer to the historian “Here” he said, wrapping his outerwear around the woman. Upon closer observation, Nico Robin was a very beautiful woman. Her face was defined, she looked fierce yet had the softest look in her eyes, her cheeks were rosy under the moonlight, her skin was porcelain and it looked so soft and tender, his eyes then shifted to her lips, bottom lips were plump and had a really thin layer of shine maybe from lipgloss. His eyes lingered longer than it should before he locked eyes with her blue orbs. He held back his breath. He was about to say something when he felt her hands circled around his waist and then an abrupt thud of her head against his chest. He was caught by surprise even making a low sound in response, his hands were up in the air unsure if he could even or even be allowed to touch her like that. Maybe he was taking his alliance with the strawhats too deep now.
“Nico-ya…you…” Law stuttered, he didn’t even have any words.
“I like our late night chats Law-kun” He felt her hot breath hit his chest, only now then he felt EVERYTHING the woman had to offer. It wasn’t that he was a pervert but Nico Robin was voluptuous as hell and when she pressed up to him like this of course he was going to feel everything even if he didn't ask for it.
After a little bit of hesitation out of embarrassment, Law returned her embrace. His slender yet muscular arms circled around her waist with his other tousled in her locks.
“I don’t think we should be doing this Nico-ya”
“Do what?”
“Be intimate like this.”
“You know what's intimate Law-kun?” Robin said monotonously, he cleared his throat when he felt the historian moved away from him, far but close enough to feel each other's breath. Their face was inches away, Robin’s eyes were filled with need and vice versa. She knew the moment when both crew aligned she was going to be even more determined to get to know the surgeon of death. Prior to all this she was already aware of his growing status and how infamous he was becoming. She made up her own assumptions about him and oh how she would question herself about the pirate captain, how she was so intrigued by Trafalgar Law and here she was, in his arms.
Her needy orbs screamed and yearned for him and he took that as permission and leaned down to kiss Robin. It was soft..so very soft, hesitations still chaining both parties. Her lips were the softest thing he had ever felt in his life, her scent intoxicated him, her body against him was doing sinful things to him and his mind was running wild on all the things he wanted to do to her but he was respectful still and he wouldn’t act on his desire until Robin tells him that she wants this as much as he does. This was a new feeling for them, so foreign yet how fast they could be in sync and keep up with each other’s pace. He was so turned on just by kissing her, and it wasn't just the kiss that got him entirely turned on but her being and existence itself.
His rough hands gripped the back of her neck and the other had a handful of her raven locks, their mouths locked with fiery passion and the make out session was getting hotter and hotter. He was about to break her and she swore he got her losing her mind just from this. She opened her mouth to allow Law in and he slipped his tongue inside her mouth to explore and their tongues danced, their small innocent kiss was getting nasty, even dirtier. Her hands were now on his chest, clinging onto him like her life depended on it, she leaned everything she got on him and her body language told him everything she wanted to. Her body was his and there was nobody else she would give herself to.
Their heated make out session felt like forever and neither Law nor Robin wanted to part and stop their engagement but oxygen was running low and both needed air. Law pulled away from her lips much to her dismay, she let out the most sensual whine and he opened his eyes to a view of a goddess. Her eyes half lidded and filled with lust and want and the best part it was all for him. She wanted him. Her generous cleavage was a sight to behold and she wasn’t shy of her body, her hourglass body was his to hold now.
“La...law-kun...don’t stop..” Robin pouted which was very uncharacteristic of her but he found himself swooning over her sexiness.
“Are you sure Nico-ya..? I don’t want to take advantage of you, you’re too good of a woman..”
“I want you..please..” she replied to him and right now she wants nothing more for him to rearrange her guts and she was tired of being rational and she just wanted to let loose for once and there was no one she would rather be with than him.
He smirked and grabbed her waist and brought her close to him, squishing her body against him. He looked her dead in the eyes, his orbs thick and clouded with lust and all the dirty thoughts he has been having about her was all about to be unleashed.
“Shambles!”
#one piece#mugiwara#law x robin#law and robin#trafalgar law#nico robin#lawbin#law x robin smut#smut#OP#strawhat pirates#strawhat
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Preview of Monday’s Update to “The Cost of Immortality.”
The Cost Of Immortality: Part Four
“Port fee is 500 berries a day,” Usopp overheard the man with zero sense of self-preservation behind the counter tell the hot-headed navigator, her face twisting into a look of frank disbelief.
“Ha! In this market? How many paying renters do you get these days, friend?” Nami responded derisively, brows drawn and in complete contrast with the cruel, exacting smirk across her features. Her newly darkened hair added to her intimidating look, her tattoo carefully covered with a shawl around her shoulders that shook ominously as her gestures became more dynamic.
“Do you see these docks? Marines’ve requisitioned at least half of my spaces-”
“Oh? And how does the navy pay?”
The man’s frown was enough. They didn’t pay. Nami knew this. The Marines could take any spaces for their ships that they wanted- that was a universal and accepted rule within any nations of the World Government. Even in such chaotic times, some rules still applied.
“I don’t see many other ships docked here- not exactly prime trade conditions these days, huh? Every island in turmoil…. How many vacationers crossing the oceans to come to a desert nation these days? You need our business more than we need yours! We could just sell our ship for a good rate and repurchase one later-”
“Woman, you bring up a good point: so what the hell are you doing here? Seems suspicious. You got a bounty that may pay more than 500 berries, huh, little lady?”
Law and Saber had stayed behind to tie off some lines, lock up some doors, and finish getting their packs in order. Usopp, for one, was carrying a massive green canvas bag that covered most of his upper body. He blew at an errant strand of twisting hair, trying to get it off of his already sweaty and sticky skin. Ah, Alabasta. He had almost forgotten this climate…
Nami’s hands slammed onto the wooden counter as she yelled, “You wish! 500 berries a week, or we’re out of here,” and Usopp made sure to avoid eye contact as the man looked to him as if for help.
Nope. This was Nami’s game. He knew better than to even try to back her up- it was always safer to just stay out of it.
“You foreigners show up and think you can tell me how to run my dock-”
“You’d better not be looking at him- he doesn’t decide how we spend our money, so you’re yelling at the wrong person.”
Usopp smirked, and tried to hide his immense amusement by turning his back on the whole scene, shaking a little with the effort. Merchants beware…
“Maybe I’m done talking to a crazy woman! 500 berries a week- do I look stupid to you!?”
“That’s it- 400! 400 a week and not a berry more, or I’ll take my business to the Eastward docks-”
“That part of town is shit- go dock there if you want your ship stripped-”
“350 for the week! I’m not bluffing- I doubt you’ll find a better deal anytime soon. Oh, look! Do I see a few more Marine ships silhouetted against the horizon? Drifting in? Ready to take up all your real estate…? I’d better be a good citizen and move my ship so they have room-”
“By the sun god, what the hell country do you come from? I’ve never met a woman with such temerity-”
“Going once-”
“This is not a haggling situation! The price is posted on the billboard!”
“Going twice-”
“Hold on- 500 a week, fine!”
Nami turned abruptly, grabbing Usopp by the sleeve and dragging him forward and away from the booth by several steps as he made a surprised sound at the jolting motion. Despite being very, very pregnant by this point, she could move fast when money was involved. “Pretend to walk away,” she muttered, pulling at him, and he followed silently.
“Okay! Hellfire, okay! 350! I’ll do 350!”
Usopp grabbed his stomach, glad his back was to the manager as some small gasps of laughter escaped him. Nami’s lips curled evilly over her face, and she raised a brow at him as if to say, ‘that’s how it’s done.’
She turned around on her heel and plastered on an accommodating smile, finishing the shady business transaction with no further protest.
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Just what did Nami mean by “Depths of Fear itself”?
Would you agree with me if I said depth of fear is another way of saying “worst case scenario”? Or perhaps an event that is soo bad it was completely unexpected?
Ever since this chapter came out it made me scratch my head too many times. It feels like her emotions are all over the place, but....
Let us get some context:
So I tried my best to do some analysis on what ^^that^^ could possibly be refering to. So I set up two questions:
1- What are all the bad things that happened that moment?
2- By process of elimination, what are somethings that she already experienced before, and what are things that she should be expecting to happen?
I came to a conclusion that there is 1 thing, only 1 thing, that happened in that moment that all One Piece fans in general did not expect to happen nor believed it did even after they read the chapter. Me included...
First things first....Bad thing Number 1: Internal fighting and future expectations:
As you can see, it already happened before with Ussop, dont get me wrong, she was extremely sad and she felt fear.... however, what we are talking about here is something that she stated herself to be the “depth of fear”.
So internal fighting has happened before ✅
What about expectations?
So here Zoro clearly states that if someone was to disrespect the captain and Luffy acts soft he will be the one to leave the crew. I am not talking about Zoro fighting Sanji later on and that they will not accept him back... No no no that is complete nonsense. But what I mean here is that after Ussop’s incident, everyone keeps in mind that leaving the crew is a big deal and could happen.
Not only that but Luffy mentions if Sanji is leaving the crew in Zou. So all of them had that possibility in mind.
So expectations are there ✅
Bad thing Number 2: Luffy is badly hurt
The captain being heavily injured is a cause of concern for anybody in the crew. But I am sorry, I dont understand how Luffy being injured is her “depth of fear”. For one. Luffy always, always, gets injured and he just fought a Sweet Commander right before the moment. Two, if Luffy being injured is her deepest of fears then would she sit around all sad or would she look for the glass shards to speak with the doctor Chopper? After both Ussop and Sanji’s duels with Luffy, that is how she felt... she knows Luffy is tough (therefore it cant be that):
That is what you call disbelief...
(Ussop’s case): Disbelief that someone left the crew out of a disagreement that could have been avoided. And he was Luffy’s best friend.
(Sanji’s case): Disbelief that the worst case scenario happened, and he actually left like a different person with no explanation.
Happend before? Duh.... countless times✅
Should it be expected?
A man with 500,000,000 bounty (at the time), aiming to become the Pirate King, already allied himself with Trafalgar Law to defeat a Yonkou which they already angered!!
Expectations? One of the first things that comes to mind ✅
Bad thing Number 3: In the middle of the enemy territory
She was locked in a cage infront of a Warlord in Alabasta, she was alone on a ship in front of a self-proclaimed God, challenged the World Government in their base and was in the middle of a buster call. What happened with Kuma. In the plaza between 100,000 enemies in Fishman Island.
I would say it happened before😂✅
Was she expecting something like this to happen again? Just look at her reaction:
Fully aware... ✅
Moreover, Nami specifically says “for throwing me down to the depth of fear itself” to Sanji. Her coming to Big Mom’s territory is something she decided to do by herself, it had nothing to do with Sanji to begin with.
Sooooo.... 😐😑😐 the moment ended. Just what is it that made her admit that whatever happened was one of the absolute worst of her fears?
But then again, remember what I told you. It is something I am sure even YOU never ever thought was possible, yet it did happen:
Happened before? ❌ 0% chance
Expected? No way in hell...❌
Imagine leaving like this /only to return like that
Why I am using this panel in particular is because that *glare* was aiming directly at her compared to all the others aimed at Luffy.
Did you ever think that in 799 chapters (from 45 to 844 since they met) at any point that you will be seeing this? If you say yes, then I am sorry but I highly extremely immensely doubt you.... greatly.
That is someone who has looked at her with nothing but heart eyes. The furthest he got was disagreeing with her on certain topics (like Zoro on Ussop’s situation or Afro power) but those do not even start to compare.
What makes this even more powerful is what happens after it. Luffy and her get captured, they don’t meet up with Sanji and the first thing they hear about him is:
To end this off, I want to show how Nami reacted to Ussop reconciling with Luffy vs Sanji reconciling with Luffy. As well as Officially back Ussop vs Officially back Sanji:
She was really happy for both of them. But when it came to Sanji, it was never about Luffy.
“You guys look so lame” to Ussop and Luffy...
“For throwing me down...”, “I’ll never forgive you”, “I’ll drag you around if I have to, got that Sanji-kun?!”.... it is all her, her and her....
They are worlds apart.... people like to compare Robin’s officially back moment with Sanji’s officially back moment but in Robin’s case, every single one of them knew she was sacrificing herself for them, but they did not know about Sanji’s intentions (therefore the meaning behind the hug differs).
#nami#sanami#sanji#one piece#sanji x nami#sanjixnami#sannami#vinsmoke sanji#black leg#cat burglar nami#depth of fear#cat burglar#kuroashi no sanji
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You’ve Got The Same Dream as Me (Ch. 2)
Hello, kiddos! The idea for this fanfic came to me from a dream (again) I had about a month ago. Тhe main characters were Tom Cruise and Henry Cavill (don't ask me why), but with a light hand they have been replaced (sorry, guys). The main action of the dream took place somewhere in the sands. Аlthough this fanfic will feature Sir Crocodile and our beloved Buggy, the action shifts to the desert. No marines, ships etc. Sorry, not sorry :) The devil fruit's abilities are preserved. Catch the Mummy and Indiana Jones vibes :) I have no idea how many chapters there will be. Different titles and names from the original source material will be used to emphasise the general OP's vibe.
Since English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)
And thank you to my dear @yujo-nishimura and @laurasoretta for believing in me :)
Description: Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure..
Warnings: 12+, I think. As always, no smut, angst, violence. Adventures and fun only. Buggy x OC, Sir Crocodile x OC.
Words: 770
The title is taken from «You've Got the Same Dream as Me» (Sonya Belousova & Giona Ostinelli) (One Piece, Netflix)
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Catherine set her alarm clock for five in the morning.
She quickly washed up, drank coffee in her hotel room and hurried to the bookstore.
Even though the store opened at 9 a.m., she was on the porch at 6:00 a.m.
"God, I'm such an idiot. What if the book isn't there? Then what? I've traveled hundreds of miles to get here for nothing? No, it can't be", Catherine mumbled to herself, tapping her feet on the paving stones.
At 8 a.m., a figure began approaching the store.
Catherine squinted slightly trying to make out the man.
"It's a girl! Thank goodness it's a girl! Why I thought Rika was a man's name?", Сatherine's mind was spinning with all sorts of thoughts.
Finally, the girl with brown hair and green eyes came to the door.
"Hello, you're Rika, aren't you? I'm Catherine Mitchell", Catherine said, rising quickly from the steps.
"I'm very happy for you that you're Сatherine. But the store is closed until 9:00 a.m".
"W-wait... I need..."
Suddenly the door slammed shut in front of the bewildered Catherine's nose.
"What the fuck?!", Catherine started knocking on the door. "Hey, you, open your damn door! Open it!"
Without waiting for an answer, Catherine peered through the small window near the front door and saw the girl quietly making tea.
"Brown-haired bitch!", Catherine cursed and plopped down on the porch.
9 a.m. Finally, the click of the lock was heard.
"Yes!", Catherine jumped up from her seat and stormed into the store without a moment's hesitation.
"May I help you?", the girl asked with a smile.
"Take that smile off your pretty face. Don't pretend like you didn't see me on the porch, bitch!" Catherine shouted, slamming her fist down hard on the counter. "Damn..."
"Are you ok?", the girl asked.
"Fuck..", Catherine rubbed her wrist. "None of your business. Anyway, as I said I'm Catherine Mitchell. I know you have Professor Alabasta's book".
"How did you know about this book?", the girl was clearly surprised.
"It doesn't matter. I know you have it. I looked it up and your store is the only one in town that has it. How much is it worth? I'd be willing to buy it", Catherine tried to look more confident with her arms crossed over her chest.
"For the record, young lady, I'm Rika, the owner of this store and I don't need to be spoken in the tone like that", said the girl, wiping the dust on the counter.
"What? I...", Catherine took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm sorry", she said reluctantly.
"Oh", Rika said with a sigh. "Once again, Catherine Mitchell.. What are you looking for?"
Catherine tried with all her might not to lose her temper. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, took a few deep breaths, counted to five and continued.
"I'm looking for Professor Alabasta's book with a silly name "The key to the treasure". Please.. I read you have it".
"Maybe I have.. or maybe not", Rika said, arms were crossed.
"Look.. My sister. She's gone. I'm looking for her. One of the last entries in her diary points to the professor's book. Apparently, she's gone somewhere in the desert, but she's lost her trail. I came here to find her. Please...", said Catherine, her blue eyes were wet with tears.
"The desert? You mean.. the Sabaody Desert?" Rika asked, her eyes were widen.
"Yes!!", Catherine hurriedly pulled out the journal with the entries. "See? The coordinates in the journal point this way. But to get there, I need Professor Alabasta's book. And equipment..."
"Jesus Christ", Rika said, looking at the notes and scratching the palm of her right hand. "Wait... What exactly are you looking for? Your sister? Or something else?"
"Something else?" Catherine asked in surprise.
"Oh, God, don't tell me you've never heard of the treasure that lies somewhere in that desert. It's supposedly hidden in the area your coordinates indicate. It's not certain, but it could be".
"I'm not interested in the treasure, I just want to find my sister. Before I left here, I went through her bedroom and found this", Catherine put on the counter some maps, another diary and pieces of paper with various notes.
"You know, darling", Rika stretched, tapped her fingers on the table and cast a glance at Catherine. "I'll sell you the compass, the equipment, the map and whatever else you need, but I have one condition. I'm coming with you".
"Where are you going with me?"
"Shit! Where your coordinates point, you fool! I wouldn't turn down an offer like that. I'm an excellent map reader. But, frankly speaking, it's dangerous to go alone there. We need a guide to help us get there,", Rika leaned on the table, propping her chin up with her hands.
"Do you have someone in mind for us?"
"Uh, kind of.. Yeah", Rika scratched her cheek with her finger. "Tell me. Do you like the circus?"
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Lightning In A Bottle Ch. 2
Nanohana wasn’t changed much, to the point that Nao was beginning to wonder how long she had been inside her crystal prison. She had no idea how much time had passed, but if the boy who had broken her out of the rock hadn’t recognized her or her flag it had to have been a while.
And that hat…
It had to be a duplicate, surely.
Nao tucked her hands into the pockets of her pants. Her high leather boots kept the sand out of her socks, at least, and when Luffy managed to burn whole sacks of Raindance powder her cape kept her dry. At her side, Odenta and Mikazuki hung as heavy comforts in their sheaths. They didn’t garner nearly as much attention in the city as Nao and the Gem’s had when they had arrived however long ago that was. Back there the city had emptied out as soon as they stepped foot in the sand covered streets of the Alabastan port.
No, no one even looked twice at them, there were so many people going through the city.
Not her, or Luffy in his hat.
How peculiar.
Nao made a mental note to get a hold of a newspaper as soon as she could, or maybe visit Ohara. They would have the best records about what she’d missed.
It would have to wait. Ohara was a long ways from Alabasta, and it would be hard to sail Blood Stone without someone else helping her. The ship was just a little felucca, hardly big enough for fifteen people, but she was tough as nails and made for the roughest waters in the world. All the same, it wasn’t safe to sail alone in the Grand Line, where the weather might change without warning, when there wasn’t someone to stay awake and keep watch. Not to mention Marine’s, other pirates, and all sorts of other dangers. Sea Kings probably hadn’t gone extinct since she went under. She’d rather not deal with them.
Nao was so busy contemplating her ship that she nearly walked right by the restaurant that Luffy went shooting into.
She had to backtrack to poke her head inside. A crowd had gathered, and Luffy was ignoring it entirely in face of ordering lunch. A pair of unconscious bodies lay through several broken walls.
Nao cocked her head. Had Luffy done that when hed stretched out and launched himself like a demented rubberband? She knew it had to be a Devil Fruit, but she didn’t expect him to go causing that much destruction mindlessly.
What a weird kid.
Ah well. Pirate.
Nao took a seat next to Luffy while the chef frantically started cooking. Whoever had been in before them had eaten a lot, with dirty plates stacked nearly to the ceiling. Now he was feeding Luffy, and her too.
Nao made a mental note to tip him well.
She casually elbowed Luffy’s face out of the way and stole a whole chicken to rip into.
“Hey!” he shouted around a mouthful of food. His head stretched unnaturally away on his neck. “That’s mine!”
“Finders keepers,” she said succinctly, and shoveled it into her face as fast as she could. Time hadn’t passed for her at all inside the stone. Her injuries from the battle weren’t healed, and she didn’t feel well rested. She was famished, but not starving like she’d spent months unconscious.
Nevertheless, she’d always been a big eater. She needed the energy to keep up with her lifestyle, and to keep herself strong enough to fight. She wouldn't let her broad shoulders shrivel or her powerful legs grow weak if she could help it. It was a death sentence.
She nearly bit Luffy’s hand inhaling spicy noodles next, and a hank of lamb. The chef was sweating and out of breath but he kept putting food on the counter and they kept eating. Luffy was chatting with the locals while he ate.
“Why’s there a hole in the wall? Is that some weird hobby of yours?”
“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO PUT THE HOLE IN THE WALL!”
She knew it.
Nao was in the middle of a plate of roasted peppers when one of the formerly-unconscious men climbed out of the hole in the wall. She watched him get slammed back down by a man in a fur coat, and the next thing she knew she was getting dragged through the streets of Nanohara by Luffy.
Why are we running? That guy isn’t even that strong...
“Tashigi!” the man chasing them shouted, “Stop them!”
Nao looked forwards to see a girl with a sword.
“I’ll handle her,” she offered Luffy, who nodded and let go so he could go bouncing up onto the rooftops like a ninja or something. In one smooth move Nao drew Odenta from her side and lifted it to block a blow from the other girl, Tashigi.
“Nice sword,” Nao grinned sharply at the girl over their locked blades. Her form was good, but she wasn’t very strong. Too bad.
“Yours is too. It’s a shame it’s being used by pirate scum!”
“Xeshishishi, tell you what, if you can beat me you can have her.”
The man who’d been smashed into the floor landed next to the two. An orange hat rested on his head and he had a bad slung over one shoulder. Black hair fell in soft waves to frame his cheeks, which were covered with freckles.
There was something familiar about him…
“Excuse me, ladies,” he said politely, startling both of them into looking away from their crossed blades to him instead. He tipped his hat towards them, then the building that Luffy had jumped up onto. He was blocked from it by their swords. “I have to catch up with my brother now.”
“Uh, sure,” said the marine girl. They pulled their blades away to make a path for him.
“Why are you telling us this…?” the redhead countered, looking confused. She faltered when she got a good look at his face, recognition shooting through her. Nao sucked in a breath. He looked like-
“Hey, hold on-!”
“Sorry, I can’t,” Portgas waved to them and shot over the rooftops, after his brother and the marine. Nao shook her head. She would see him again, if he was chasing Luffy.
Nao drew back and slashed again easily. Each move was economic and graceful. She spared no energy, partially because she simply didn’t have any. Tashigi blocked, but the force pushed her back a few feet.
Nao parried her next attack and side stepped to smack her on the back of the neck with Odenta, sending her careening to the ground.
Someone screamed, but no blood came from the fallen marine.
She touched the back of her neck in confusion. “Wha-?”
Nao didn’t answer.
She was already gone.
Nao ducked around a corner and ran after Luffy, following his Haki until she caught up with him and a group of colorful people. Hadn’t he said he was a pirate? Or he was going to be King of the Pirates. That was what he’d said. Well, to be king of them you needed to be a pirate in the first place, right?
That sounded right.
So these people were probably his crew.
When he saw her he grinned and threw his hand out. It stretched far enough to grab her by the wrist and yank her forwards.
“Hey! You made it past the sword lady!”
“Well yeah,” Nao landed beside him running. Her leg was starting to ache where a cut had caught her over the knee.
“Who are you supposed to be?” A curly haired young man with a long nose demanded, eying her.
“She’s a rock person I found,” Luffy said cheerfully.
“That. About sums it up,” Nao felt herself smile involuntarily. “I’m Roche Nao,” she said for the second time that day. She really hoped they stopped running soon. Her leg was seriously starting to ache.
“So Luffy picked up someone else weird,” an orange haired girl looked exasperated more than anything else. Nao felt like she should have been offended, but she just shrugged. She was too tired to be upset with people who hadn’t actually done anything to her.
Besides, she wasn’t wrong.
They came upon a pretty caraval, with a sweet looking figure head. A sheep. Nao felt herself smile. It was cute and light hearted, like this crew seemed to be. Nothing at all like the swift, devil faced Blood Stone. Her eyes were two carved rubies, and a pair of snakes twined around her in a macabre necklace that matched the one that hung beneath Nao’s own shirt.
“Permission to come aboard?” she asked Luffy lightly. The boy beamed at her and tipped the brim of his hat.
“Granted!”
They scampered onto the ship and in a whirlwind of motion they set sail. The caravel carried them away from the port. The pirate flag flapped in the wind, showing off a skull wearing a straw hat.
Seriously, what was up with that hat?
Had that up-and-coming volcano really given it to some upstart?
...actually. That sounded exactly like something he would do.
She realized that their little pet (a raccoon?) was staring at her only when he shouted suddenly.
“Ah! You’re bleeding!”
It was a testement to how tired she was that she hadn’t noticed that he was a mink, and not just a weird animal.
“Hah? Where?”
“Your leg! Quick, take off your pants and I’ll- ouch!”
The orange haired girl smacked him over the head. “Don’t ask it like that!” she scolded.
“But I need to see how bad it is! She might need a doctor!”
“You’re the doctor!”
Ah. Nao would have preferred they didn’t know she was actually injured, or weak, but there was nothing to be done about it. They seemed like good people anyhow, as far as pirates went.
“Well then, mister doctor, where’s your office?”
“A-ah! I don’t have a real office yet. We’ve been using the bathroom.”
“Then lead the way.”
The doctor, Tony Tony Chopper, guided her down to the bathroom. The Caravel was small without being cramped. Nao took off her boots and pants, now stained with blood, so he could clean and stitch her leg. He treated her smaller scrapes and bruises as well, and stuck bandaids across her cuts.
He left so she could clean herself properly, wash her hair and get the blood off of her. She watched the pink water wash down the drain and wondered where her crew was. What had happened to Elba, Talisa, Adrien and Pearl? Were Rize and Hinami still injured? Had the marine’s tended to their wounds? Tier had escaped into the sea before a blast from a marine flagship had sent them hurtling out of the little cove they’d been hiding in and beached their ship. Had she made it back to fishman island?
She needed to find out. She owed it to her crew after she had failed them all.
There was a knock on the door.
She cracked it open to find the blond man standing outside, holding a bundle of clothes in his arms. Her red hair dripped across her shoulders, but in a few minutes it would be dry and wildly curly again.
“I bought an extra outfit for Nami or Vivi, but now I see it was destiny that I have it ready for you!”
He had literal hearts in her eyes when he presented them to her.
Nao took them carefully. The clothes were lightweight and soft, so soft that they caught on the sword-callouses on her fingers.
“Thank you?” Her clothes weren’t ruined, by any means. Did she really need a new outfit?
“If you need any help changing I-”
She shut the door on his face. “Nope.”
They definitely didn’t recognize her. No one who did was stupid enough to flirt with her. Her dad would kill them.
Nao changed into the clothes and was disappointed to find that they were dancers clothes.
Yeah. No.
She couldn’t fight in that!
Instead she cleaned her pants as best as she could, used a small sewing kit she kept in her cape to fix the cut in them, and redressed.
She'll have to find a hair tie eventually.
When she came back up to deck the other man they’d run into was crouched on the outer rail. With his back partially to her while he chatted with someone else Nao caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his back.
It was familiar, too. He nodded to Nao when she came to stand beside the green haired man. Solo?
Most of his attention was on Luffy, not her.
“Luffy. Will you come join the Whitebeard Pirate Crew? With your friends, too, of course.”
Whitebeard pirates. Whitebeard. Edward Newgate.
Nao could feel a headache starting to throb behind her eyes.
“No way!”
The man laughed. “Just thought I'd ask! Whitebeard is the greatest pirate I've ever known. I want to make him the pirate king. Not you, Luffy.”
Nao internally winced. Brutal. They were obviously close. Childhood friends?
“That's okay! I'll just fight him.”
Nao blinked at Luffy’s back. Was he stupid? Or just crazy?
Either way, Nao liked him.
She couldn’t start her hunt for her crew yet. She didn’t know how long she was trapped, and she didn’t know where everyone had gone. She also wasn’t in any shape to go rushing off and finding out. Her mother would have killed her for doing something as impulsive as grabbing the nearest Marine and demanding to know where her crew had been taken. And her dad…
Her heart twisted in her chest. Nao shook her head. She wouldn't let herself have a breakdown yet. Not here. Not yet.
“Hey, Luffy.”
He turned his head to look at her. Nao offered him a half bow. “Sorry but, I’m going to have to take advantage of your hospitality for now. Until I can get in contact with my own crew.”
Luffy shot her cheerful grin. “Sure, okay. You can hang out with us for a while.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” the blue girl stepped forwards. Nao really needed to figure out everyone’s names. She only knew Luffy and Chopper. “We’re not here for tourism. Where we’ll be going is bound to be dangerous.”
Nao cocked her head. Yeah. “I appreciate you worrying. But I’m a pirate as much as anyone else. I won’t change my mind just because it’s dangerous.”
Besides, they were going to Yuba, where Nao was supposed to meet with her crew.
Molly should have already gotten there and set up shop.��
“Wait for us, Moll. We’ll get there, even if it takes a while.”
Molly pursed her black-painted lips. “I don’t like it, captain. This splitting up stuff. You already sent Harry and Monty back to Zou. We’re stronger together.”
“I know we are. But with dad-”
“Don’t worry,” Nao looked the girl in the eye and lay her hand on Odenta’s hilt. “I won’t ask any of you to be responsible for me.”
“I am my own captain, after all.”
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