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princeoftheeternalbog · 23 hours

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Nicknames/petnames op characters like to call you PART TWO

Also suggestive warning for Ace, Marco, Izou

I don't care if law's is ooc btw he deserves to be sickly cute sometimes and yk we kinda saw how he can be when he loves something with that whole sora thing in wano so yeah I'm saying he can be affectionate as a treat.

Anyways here's like all the faves who are not strawhats:

Ace

Baby, sweetheart, pretty thing. Always says them in either the most flirty tone imaginable or the softest. Also he's like flirting with you 24/7 it's so bad but he jist can't turn it off around you like he's so down bad. 100% says heinous filthy shit but tacks on a cute nickname at the end to try and make it sound less intense. It does not work.

OBSESSED with you calling him love or my man and finds it ridiculously attractive. The first time it happened he set his bed on fire by accident and you both got lectured by pops :(. But seriously he just loves any and all verbal affirmation so naturally he adores nicknames. Doesn't get shy at all though, if anything reciprocating his chaotic behaviour makes it 10x worse.

Marco

Love/my love. Sweet and simple and he likes how clear it is to other people. He uses it a ridiculous amount though to be honest like you hear it more than your own name, it's to the point where if he says your name people on the ship don't know who he's talking about😭. Oh and he uses baby when he wants to tease you, like he drops his voice real low, leans really close into your space and speaks right next to your ear. Bit of a bastard tbh.

He blushes easily but doesn't shy away, in fact being called a nickname in return really makes him feel confident and puts him in the mood for affection. Though sometimes the nicknames make him feel...too affectionate. One time you called him pretty bird as a joke and he just sorta sat there, face getting gradually redder until you leaned towards him out of concern, at which point he promptly yanked you onto his lap and started what was one of your most intense make outs to date. Yk, casual things.

Thatch

Cutie, sweet thing, pretty thing. So so gentle with you and it reflects in how he speaks to you as well, even if he's upset or angry he still calls you the sweetest things because you're so precious to him. Though he's also a menace, if he finds out you like a specific petname then he starts discretely whispering it in your ear whenever he passes you to wind you up. Literally he doesn't care if you're having a serious conversation, he'll just slide in behind you and drop his voice to sound like a nice gravelly tone and purposefully make sure to exhale on the back of your ear to make you shiver.

Oh but he can't handle if you do it back, no this man folds like a lawn chair the second you start calling him anything other than his name.

Izou

Darling, dear, lovely, blossom. So casually smooth its unbelievable, also he starts calling you them before you get together. Like after a certain point of friendship and flirting, he just starts doing and saying the most romantic shit(Definitely thinks you're together before you actually are) and the crew are very confused and you're very confused but as if you're gonna complain yk.

This man gets so flustered when you use nicknames with him because it's not behaviour he's used to. Obviously he's been a pirate for a long time but he's actually very reserved and rarely dates so having someone who genuinely cares about him calling something sweet makes him blush so hard and you use that to your fully advantage. He gets revenge later though don't worry.

Law

Love, lovely, pretty, honey, every flowery pet name you can think of. He's so soft with you. He can't help how sickly affectionate he feels around you and it results in him just calling you all sorts of sweet words. He won't do it in public if he thinks you'll be put in danger or if he doesn't feel comfortable but like in front of the crew and strawhats and stuff he doesn't give a fuck. He'll just come up behind you while you're in the middle of a conversation, hand sliding down your lower back, and say sumthin like "are you okay my love?"

Blushes to high heaven if you call him something cute back, he just melts like butter. If he's in a bad mood or like in an argument or something you only have to come up and say hi love and he's all :///))

Kidd

Babe to the public. My love, gorgeous, pretty baby when you're alone. It's not really that he doesn't want to call you those things in public, he just doesn't want enemies to understand how important you are to him but also he doesn't want to keep your relationship a secret because he's obsessed with you and wants to brag about being yours.

Makes him really cocky if you use petnames with him. Like he'll flush but get so overconfident the second you say love or baby or anything of the sort. He doesn't care where you are either, he's just hauling you into his space immediately so he kiss the fuck out of you.

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demonzoro · 9 months

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[fic] to eat well.

pairing: roronoa zoro/sanji rating: gen word count: 4.6k

“Two years is a long time, Zoro. Too long to have your effort thrown back in your face. Even if it’s the same words and the same old argument, the stakes have changed.” Or: The crew reunite after 2 years, and Zoro reassesses the weight of his words against his regard for Sanji.

read on ao3.

#zosan #one piece #op fics #one piece fics #roronoa zoro #sanji #when ur fic wip is so old #you can't remember the original vision u had for it #whatever i think it works as a oneshot #that may turn into... moreshot......#let's see how my motivation goes lol #userfics

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thegreatcaptainusopp · 2 months

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Weary of the Surfaces

Summary: Sanji never quite understood piracy. He thinks he never will. Happy birthday Sanji!

Pirates, his mother whispers to him in the dark, go on adventures!

Sanji presses closer to her, face buried in her shoulder. “What kind of adventures?” He whispers back into her clothing.

“Sanji,” His mother says, and her tone makes him snap his head back up. He meets her gaze, her face broken into a large grin. “That is exactly the right question. Do you know what time it is?”

Sanji feels a smile spread across his own face. “Yes!” He cheers, wiggling excitedly. “It’s story time!”

“It’s story time!” And his mother lifts her sheets, gesturing at him to crawl under them. “To the story cave!”

Sanji leaps in, burrows himself to his mother’s side. If he presses his face deep enough, he can smell her under the scent of hospital rooms.

His mother cuddles back, throwing the sheets over them both. “Today’s story,” She whispers. “Is about pirates! And the greatest pirate who ever lived. Are you ready to hear about it?”

“Yes!” Sanji whisper-cheers into her side. He doesn’t know how she always hears him, but she does.

“Great!” She moves her mouth closer to his ear so he can hear every detail. “A long time ago, in a land far far away from here, there lived a young man. That young man was, hm, quite small, blond, with cute little curly eyebrows and a great talent for cooking…”

“Mo-om,” Sanji whines. “That’s me! You’re describing me again!”

He feels her shake in laughter. “Oops! You’re right! Okay, okay, fine. The young man had dark hair and dark eyes and a funny hat. And he wanted more than anything to go on adventures! And so, he set out to the sea, which was open in front of him, in order to find them.”

Sanji waits, practically vibrating with excitement. “Where did he go?” He asks, unable to take the suspense anymore. “What did he do?”

“Well,” His mother says. “He went everywhere, and did everything. There are a million stories that I could tell you, but we don’t have time for that. So you pick. Where do you think he went?”

Sanji’s face furrows in concentration. He feels her breathe in and out. “Okay,” He says. “How about…”

He’s interrupted by an abrupt movement below him. He shoots up, throwing the covers off him, scared at the sounds of deep coughing. “Mom! Are you okay?”

She coughs some more, hand over her mouth. She takes the other one and drops it on his head. It shakes.

“Yes, Sanji,” She rasps after a few minutes. “I’m fine, just some coughing is all. Maybe we’ll get back to storytime later, okay?”

Sanji nods hard. “Okay,” He says. “It’s okay Mom. After you get better we’ll tell more stories. And then we can go on adventures too, okay? You and me. Maybe Reiju too. We can be the pirates next.”

The hand on his head grips him harder. “Okay,” His mother coughs out weakly. “Okay, Sanji.”

Pirates, the ship’s cook tells him gravely, will kill you, if you give them a chance.

“Let them try!” Sanji says, slamming his knife onto the cucumber with more force than was strictly necessary. “They won’t be able to get past me in here!”

He’s rewarded for his show of strength with a smack to the head. “Idiot,” The man mutters. “Listen, okay? I’m serious! If we’re caught out here by pirates, they won’t hesitate to hurt even a little pipsqueak like you. You run or you hide, got it?”

Sanji sticks his tongue out at the man. “I won’t!” He says. “We have knives in here don’t we? We can fight back here!”

“Tch,” the man clicks his tongue in disgust. “You do that, you’re liable to become fillet yourself sonny boy. It’s a dangerous life out here at sea. A big reason for that is the pirates that roam here. They’ll attack anyone, no matter how small, to get what they want. They’re criminals of the highest order.”

Sanji aggressively chops the cucumber again. “Fine,” He grumbles. “They’re bad, whatever. They haven’t faced me before though.”

“How many times do I-HEY! Is that dill I see?” The man yells.

“Yeah, well, you wanted the salad to taste good, didn’t you?” Sanji says, reaching for the vinaigrette. “Just give me a few-”

The container is yanked out of his hands. “Follow the recipe,” The man hisses. “Or we’ll find us a new assistant!”

Sanji grits his teeth. He stays silent.

Pirates, Zeff says, wooden leg slamming to the floor as he takes a step, are inherently selfish

Sanji peers up at him through his bowl of soup. “Weren’t you a pirate?”

“‘Weren’t’ is the operative word there,” Zeff responds. “And yes. I don’t see how that’s relevant, though.”

“Yeah,” Sanji says. “But you aren’t-I mean. You calling yourself selfish, old man?”

Zeff throws his head back into laughter. “You bet,” He says. “I most definitely was selfish back in my pirating days. Still am, but I was more so back then.”

Sanji’s eyes narrow. “Is this a test or something?” He asks. “Didn’t your pirate self give me food when we, well, you know? How is that selfish?”

“Easy,” Zeff says, plopping down on the seat in front of Sanji. He groans, stretching his arms back. “I did that because I wanted to, and for no other reason. See? Selfish.”

Sanji’s suspicions grow. “That makes no sense,” He says. “Selfish means doing things for yourself without thinking about others. That’s why pirates raid and take stuff. They don’t care about hurting others. That’s not what you did though.”

Zeff leans onto the table, chuckling lowly. “Yep,” He says, popping the p. “That’s exactly what I did. I took action not thinking or caring about any long term consequences. I didn’t think about others, I just thought about what I wanted to do and I did it. Simple.”

“You’re definitely messing with me,” Sanji says, putting down his bowl in frustration. “You’re saying things that don’t make sense.”

“It makes sense if you think about it, which you aren’t,” Zeff tells him, crossing his arms. “You’re assumin’ here that selfishness is a bad thing that only hurts other people. It can be, but it doesn’t have to be. Selfishness is a wide field, you know. And what did I tell you about assuming?”

“I’m not saying it,” Sanji grumbles, spooning up some more soup.

“Your choice. Anyway, it’s all moot now. Selfishness isn’t want I do anymore,” Zeff tells him. “Do you get it now?”

No. Sanji thinks, but he just shrugs.

“You will, one day,” Zeff says, eyes far away. “You’ll know.”

Pirates, Luffy yells, arms aloft, are free

It’s a familiar scene, played out during the entirety of the time Sanji has been here. Now is no exception, and as they sail away from their adventure in the skies, Sanji feels particularly invested in the notion.

Duties done for now, he leans back on the Merry, railing. He lights a new cigarette and watches Luffy give his speech to an equally excited Usopp and Chopper, who hang onto his every word. “Pirates!” They all cheer as one, dancing together. “Are free!”

He can see Robin-Chan to the side, pinning the dancing trio with a puzzled glance.

Sanji lifts a cigarette to his mouth. “Not if they’re caught for piracy, they’re not,” He mutters into his next breath.

“What was that?”

Sanji nearly pitches over the ship in surprise. He hadn’t heard her approach. “Nami-San!” Flustered, he taps out his cigarette. “Did you need anything? Are you hungry?”

“No,” Nami-San says, stopping a few paces away from him. She leans onto the railing too. “I’m fine, Sanji. I just wanted to know…what did you mean by that?”

“By what?” Sanji asks. “I can explain whatever it is you like!”

Nami-San gives a defeated sigh. “You don’t have to-never mind. I meant by what Luffy was saying over there. You don’t think pirates are free?”

Sanji’s hands start to sweat. Should he unburden himself and show Nami-San his true vulnerable opinions, or should he not bother her with his thoughts? “Well,” He hedges, hand going up behind his head. “I didn’t mean much, really. Just…freedom as a pirate is great. But it’s a little limited if we’re always running and hiding from the Marines, right?”

It had been the right move. Nami-San graces him with a smile, and Sanji is so overjoyed he could explode. “I guess,” She says. “I don’t think Luffy sees it that way, though. I used to think the same, you know? But it took me a while with Luffy to realize what he means when he says that.”

Sanji doesn’t want to bother her. And yet…“What does he mean?” He asks, curiosity and the need to keep talking to Nami-San getting the better of him. “What kind of freedom is he talking about?”

“Hm,” Nami says, hand going up to her chin. “You know, I don’t think any of us will ever know for sure. But. I think he’s talking about freedom of movement, you know? Freedom to do what you like without the expectation of what you should be doing instead. And whatever that could mean for any of us.”

Sanji nods thoughtfully. “Yes,” He says. “I suppose that’s true. But, we still live in a world that pushes back against that kind of freedom, right? Just being a pirate in itself pushes back against absolute freedom as a result of who you are? Doesn’t it?”

Nami gives him another smile, and Sanji feels his heart go into overdrive. Before she can respond, they’re interrupted by a gruff voice. “Don’t overthink it, cook.”

Sanji immediately sees red. He whirls to his right, where a certain marimo swordsman had presumably been taking his nap. “What did you say, mosshead?”

“Calm down,” the mosshead says, unmoved. “You’re overthinking this. Freedom is freedom. Pirates are pirates. And that means whatever you think it means, because you’re a pirate. There aren’t any rules, because, again, you’re a pirate.”

“Tch,” Sanji growls, leaning back to his original spot on the railing. The words echo in his head, you’re a pirate. “Go back to sleep.”

Nami-San shakes her head, but she’s still smiling. “How can you be so smart sometimes and so stupid other times, Zoro?” She asks.

They’re met with the sound of snoring, but that’s not what Sanji is hearing. Something else entirely is echoing in his head, like multiple voices shouting at him all at once.

“Pirates,” Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper, scream in unison, one more time. “Are free!”

Pirates, Sanji thinks, are free.

“You…” The Marine’s knees shake before him. He’s seconds away from dropping to his knees, the fear apparent in his eyes. “What are you?”

The flames fan around Sanji’s hair. He can feel them pulse through his leg, whip through his clothes, but the heat doesn’t bother him.

He doesn’t have time to waste for this. His crew needs him, and he’ll fight through whatever it takes to get back to them.

This should be easy, though. No skin off the back of the crew of the future pirate king.

“Heh,” Sanji says. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, tapping it to ashes below. “I’m a pirate.”

#happy birthday Sanji!#one piece #op #speaks #Sanji #monkey d luffy #Zeff #should I post this to ao3. idk.#op fics #roronoa zoro #Nami

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happychi · 4 months

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white elephant gift exchange

The term "white elephant" refers to a gift that is largely impractical and difficult to get rid of.

Law’s troublesome coworkers are on thin ice after gifting him a male escort for his Christmas vacation. Now he’s snowed in with a complete stranger for an entire weekend. It’s not like he isn’t attracted to Luffy, but he has good reasons to stay single, including blackmail and a certain homicidal blonde.

A chaotic and cute LawLu fic with more pining than a goddamn tree farm. A late Christmas fic that got too damn big to fit into a one shot.

Read on AO3!

#my fanfics #happy’s fics #one piece au #one piece fic #op fanfics #op fics #lawlu #lawlu fanfic #lulaw #they’re pretty even with their dynamics #idk

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theogonies · 1 year

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All Yours

prompt | yamato x f!reader + snow day

summary | yamato shows you a slice of life outside the walls of the flower capital.

word count | 2k

content warnings | reader is implied to be a geisha in orochi's court, some slightly suggestive conversation but nothing explicit

winter holiday event masterpost

You carry the note close to your chest all morning.

A thin slip of parchment tucked beneath the neckline of your hikizuri: meet me in the gardens this afternoon? I’ll make it worth your time.

It bore no signature, but it’s not hard for you to know who the sender was. Yamato’s hand, so careful and delicate, an endearing contrast to his sometimes-brutish appearance and temperament. He’s written you letters before, during periods when the shogun kept you too busy to slip away; always extensively wordy, his written language so much more refined and florid than when he speaks.

And yet, this little note is so short that it’s almost curt–a small mystery that’s left your heart thrumming with anticipation from the moment you found it, slipped beneath your door in the early hours of morning, to now.

The winter months always leave you hard at work, as the shogun buries himself in the warmth of sake and women. Yamato knows this, and you know that he would be understanding if you didn’t make it to your rendezvous. But as you can feel the paper, pressed warm against your bare skin as if it were Yamato’s own hand, you can hear the shogun’s lecherous laughter down the hall, and you know that whatever risks you may have to take to make it to the garden are worth it.

Thankfully, with the shogun already waist-deep in sake by noon, it isn’t difficult for you to excuse yourself under the pretense of fetching another bottle and slip away.

Your skirts trail through the snow as you pass down the twining paths of the garden, taking a bridge across the frozen creek to your usual meeting place: a bench beside the property’s walls, tucked safely out of view from the rest of the gardens. It’s surrounded by cherry trees, their branches now bare with winter but still enough to provide shelter from the snow.

Yamato is waiting for you there, hands fidgeting with a bundle of fabric on his lap.

“(Y/N)! You came!” he calls out as soon as he sees you.

Used to his unguarded enthusiasm and energy by now, you lift a finger to your lips, reminding him that you’re still supposed to be working, and he nods, flushing a little with embarrassment.

“Put these on,” he says, voice softening a bit as he holds the bundle out to you.

“What is it?” you ask as you inspect the fabric: quilted cotton, printed in a rippling pattern of pale blue and white.

Yamato’s fangs peek out from behind his lips when he smiles at you, his expression one of utter excitement. “You’ll be too cold, dressed like that.”

You hesitate, considering the potential repercussions of disappearing in the middle of the day like this, but Yamato’s enthusiasm is so irresistible, and you know that if worse came to worst, he could pull the strings to keep you safe.

“Don’t look,” you instruct him as you place yourself between him and the wall.

Obediently, Yamato fixes his gaze straight ahead, broad back shielding you from view of the rest of the garden as you unfold the bundle to find a shirt, trousers, and hanten. A less trained eye than yours would only see simple garments, made to withstand the cold and not much else, but you can tell by the weight of the fabric and the fine stitching that Yamato must have spent a fortune on these–possibly even had them made specially for you.

It’s not the cost that surprises you–he is Kaido’s son, after all, he could likely buy you a whole new wardrobe if you asked–as it is the care evident in the fact that he put so much thought into something as simple as keeping you warm.

Once you’ve changed, folded your court clothes, and stashed them safely in an alcove on the wall, you wrap your arms around Yamato’s neck, snuggling up to his warm body.

“Ready?” he asks, nervous energy clearly apparent in his voice.

“Ready,” you nod.

You keep your arms wrapped tightly around him as you feel his weight begin to shift beneath you, shoulders and back expanding as white fur sprouts from his arms and the nape of his neck to tickle your nose. While it’s not the first time you’ve seen his Zoan form, you’re still unsure whether you’re ever going to get used to the feeling of his muscles shifting and contorting until all that you can recognize is his eyes: beyond his innocent demeanor, they're so wise beyond their years, and so headstrong.

He waits for you to securely wrap your legs around his waist before he gathers his weight on his back haunches and leaps, clearing the wall in one easy stride. And then you’re bounding down the path that leads from the palace, through the streets of the Flower Capital, the whole world flying past you with a kind of confidence and ease that you can’t help but envy.

When he finally stops moving, far from the city, you find yourselves in a snowy grove hemmed by cypress trees and dusted in powdered white snow. Across the clearing is a small wood cottage, soft light flickering behind the paper windows.

Yamato waits for you to slip from his back before he returns to his human form, unbothered by the way you stare as he stretches and rolls his shoulders like he’s settling back into his human skin.

“What do you think?” he asks, tipping his head to the side curiously.

“It’s beautiful,” you answer, not bothering to hide the awe in your voice.

It’s like he knew exactly what you needed: picturesque and wild, nothing like the neatly trimmed gardens of the shogun’s palace. And even better, completely closed off from the rest of the world, like it was made just for the two of you.

“Come on,” he says, waving to you over his shoulder as he turns toward the cottage. “I want to show you something.”

You’re not entirely listening, though; he’s already set your mind wandering back to the days before you became a kamuro, when dignity and elegance were the last things on your mind. Memories of your childhood, playing with your friends in forests not unlike this one, and Yamato’s back turned to you as he walks away give you an idea.

Before you’re entirely sure what you’re doing or why, you’ve begun rolling a small ball of snow between your hands, pressing it together until it holds.

And then it’s sailing through the air until it lands in the middle of Yamato’s back with a satisfying smack.

For a moment, he just stops moving and stands completely still, leaving you worried that you’ve somehow offended him even though that seems near-impossible. But then you see him bend over, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

In one movement so fluid that it doesn’t leave you time to react, he swoops low, pivoting on one foot as he gathers a ball of snow in his own hands and slings it in your direction. The snowball bursts against your shoulder in a puff of white.

“Revenge!” Yamato crows, raising his fists to the sky as he grins at you.

“You know what they say about an eye for an eye, right?” you giggle, dodging to the side as you duck down to roll another snowball and toss it at Yamato.

The moment the words leave your mouth, it’s all out war. For once, your smaller frame gives you the advantage; while he may have better aim than you thanks to all his time spent training, his broad frame and towering height mean that Yamato is practically a walking target. Still, he manages to land a couple good hits of his own until you’re both panting, the fronts of your hanten flecked with snow.

“Are you ready to surrender yet?” you say, placing your hands on your hips and smugly puffing out your chest.

“Never!” Yamato proclaims, rolling a fresh snowball between his palms in preparation for the end of your ceasefire.

Knowing Yamato well enough to know that he’d never give up so easily, you’ve got another trick up your sleeve. Before he can react, you’re barreling forward, leaping toward him as soon as you’re close enough to tackle him.

Yamato playfully stumbles back, clasping a hand to his chest as if he’s been stabbed, and collapses back onto a snowbank, your legs straddling his waist.

You lean in close to Yamato’s ear, relishing how easily he flushes as you whisper, “what about now?”

His voice has gone uncharacteristically shy when he concedes, “I’m all yours.”

“And how should I use my spoils of war?” you ask, leaning forward to rest your head on your arms, folded over his chest.

Yamato blinks and glances away as he thinks, cheeks flaring even brighter against the white snow. “However you’d have me.”

Ever since you first met Yamato, you’ve been charmed by how delicately he tries to treat you, even when it’s so clear that he’s naturally much more physical and uninhibited. It was a welcome reprieve from men like the shogun, with their entitlement and possessiveness. But sometimes, you wish that Yamato was more willing to take what he wanted from you.

So you take what you want instead: a kiss.

His lips part so easily for you, as if he’d been waiting for this moment since you first met. Then again, you muse, perhaps he has. The soft groan he releases when you place your hand on his chin, tug of his fingers running through your once-carefully arranged hair as it tumbles around your shoulders, the fervor of his gentle nips at your lower lip; all charged with the hunger of a starving man.

Unfortunately, even with Yamato’s warm body as a barrier between yourself and the snowy earth, it’s too cold for the two of you to stay that way forever. Eventually, you have to pull back, running your hand along Yamato’s jaw as you ask, “you wanted to show me inside?”

He has to take a moment to collect himself, lucidity returning to his eyes, before he nods wordlessly. As he stands, he scoops you up in one arm as if you weigh nothing and carries you through the snow, past the sliding doors of the cottage, to find a small room, cushioned with pillows and blankets and warmed by a fire in the hearth.

“Whose–” you begin to say, but Yamato cuts you off.

“I had it built.” Then, shyly avoiding your gaze, “for you. If you ever need–a break. To get away.”

“It’s–” Your voice cracks, forcing you to take a brief pause before you’re able to finish the thought. “Yamato, this is too much.”

“It’s nothing,” he shakes his head obstinately. “If I must live with my father’s wealth, I may as well use it for the ones I care about.”

And it’s true, Yamato has been generous with his wealth for as long as you’ve known him–not just with you, either, but with all the people of Wano, whenever he’s able. So you pause, biting back further protests, before pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek.

“Thank you. It’s perfect.”

“It’s nothing,” he repeats, cheeks reddening as he carefully sets you on the ground. “You must be cold.”

Eventually, you find yourselves nestled before the fire, dressed in fresh, dry clothes and mugs of tea cupped between your hands.

“Someday I’ll liberate this land from my father,” Yamato promises, absentmindedly curling your unbound hair around one of his fingers. “And then we’ll both be free.”

“What then?” you ask, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll take you there,” Yamato answers, the simplicity of his promise and the sincerity of his tone yet another reminder of why you’ve chosen him, why you’d choose him again and again if given the chance.

You think for a little while, watching the steam rise from your teacups.

“I want to see the world outside Wano. Want to travel by your side. That’s enough to make me happy.”

He presses an affectionate kiss to your temple. “Then that’s what we’ll do. I’m all yours.”

#word count on this one got away from me lol but hopefully it's worth it <3 #yams ended up being so fun to write!!#not sure i got his characterization nailed as well as i'd like but i definitely wanna do more for him in the future #one piece #yamato #yamato x y/n #yamato x you #yamato x reader #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece reader insert #op fics #ronan writes

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strawhatbaby · 2 days

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Hope flutters in his chest. Maybe he is sick, then. He knows his body isn't supposed to, but maybe that’s why his head hurts and his skin feels so hot. Maybe that’s why he keeps tripping and skidding his knees during training. That’s why his performance is so poor. He’s sick. That must be it. But deep down, he knows better. *** Sanji knows that he’s been a failure for far longer than he’s had a headache.

word count: 2,337

relationships: Vinsmoke Sanji & Vinsmoke Sora, Monkey D. Luffy & Sanji

characters: Sanji (One Piece), Vinsmoke Sora, Monkey D. Luffy

tags: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Sick Vinsmoke Sanji, oh c'mon, Sanji is Not a Vinsmoke, Family, Nakamaship, Childhood Memories, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Sanji Needs a Hug (One Piece), and he gets two!

#watch out world i'm finally posting fics #this one was fun :)#my writing #sanji #vinsmoke sora #luffy #one piece #one piece fanfiction #op fics #wci spoilers

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elles-home · 2 months

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one piece being such a big fandom is so great bc i’m constantly that kombucha_girl.jpg when it comes to ships. ships i would never consider and it boils down to just one author who’s work i really like to consider reading it, or recommend a fic of that ship that they enjoyed and mmm like no. wait. okay maybe

#one piece #op fics #smoker and sanji was a ship i enjoyed this way #may read a smoker and law fic for this reason as well #love the fandom love the fics #most recent top contender has been sanuso tho #if you’ve got a good sanuso fic please lmk ily

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guilty-lights · 2 years

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This far from the lights and sounds of the party the only thing Hancock can hear is the crashing of the waves, close to their feet—and the calming sound of Luffy, snoring loudly and contently, his chest rising and receding with each breath, just slightly out of sync with the sea. There’s just enough light, reflecting from the moon over the silvery dark waters, to see by, but enough to see clearly. And maybe it’s the combination of all these factors at once, of both safety and ambiguity, that makes Hancock even deign to consider answering the sniper seriously.

‘You love him,’ she says, staring out to the sea. She has one long leg crossed elegantly over the other, is reclining back with one arm draped over a knee, ‘and thus, I will compete with you for his affections.’

The sniper frowns. ‘When I said I loved him, I meant that as a friend, or a crew-member does. Like—a brother?’

For the first time in her life, Hancock confronts what it all really means—to love, and be loved, with her beauty.

#my fics #one piece has a special kind of chokehold on my creativity huh #op fics #boa hancock #usopp #monkey d. luffy #look ma another weird non-canon interaction between two characters who have never interacted #let!! hancock!! have!! the character development!! she deserves!!!#listen hancock could be so cool if oda didn't leave her to ROT #this is me making my own food #one piece fanfiction

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huanghying · 9 months

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That one time I got so obsessed with @hazel-athena ‘s Facade that I blacked out for 2 weeks and woke up to a mountain of sketches

#hui art #hui op art #one piece #opfanart #one piece franky #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #sanji #one piece sanji #zosan #like i don’t think i’ve ever drawn so much fic fanart before #i was in the chokehold of a lifetime

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reineydraws · 1 month

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three is a pattern, shanks!

#i made a joke abt this in a fic i posted recently then thought it'd be funny to make art for it lol #shanks #akagami no shanks #red haired shanks #one piece #one piece fanart #op fanart #buggy the clown #uta #one piece uta #monkey d luffy #buggy the genius jester #kid luffy #if shanks had a nickel for every time a kid accidentally ate a devil fruit around him #he'd have three nickels #which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened three times.

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princeoftheeternalbog · 3 months

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Really sleepy and so like sleeping with you headcannons lets go

I'm not sure half of these are even on the same vibe so uhm like do with that what you will, this is so long and it's atrocious but oh well. Also sorry if its ooc😻

I think maybe one line of suggestive in Franky's and Namis.

I feel like i forgot someone tbh..

Luffy

Sleeps anywhere and everywhere but sleeps better and longer next to you. Thus he is obsessed with sleeping with you and whenever he wants to sleep now you have no choice you must take sleep too. He snores and drools but that's kind of a win because then he doesn't care if you do yk? Loves taking naps with you and it's a way he likes to connect with you. Always kisses you before you sleep and after you wake up. He's so comfortable to lie next to because he's so squishy and he holds you in like every way possible because he doesn't have to worry about circulation being cut off or anything.

Zoro

Again he will sleep literally anywhere. He sleeps like a log but somehow you are the only person able to wake him up, Robin theorises it's his observation haki keeping an eye on you but whatever it is you are Zoros designated alarm clock. However, there is about a 30% chance that when you wake him up, he will just snatch you to cuddle and go back to sleep. You cannot escape his hold and if you keep trying to wake him up he'll just bite you(gently) idk he's feral. Depends on his schedule if he's comfortable or not, usually when he's bulking up he's squishier and it's nice to cushion your head on.

Sanji

Never naps and it's so alarming. How does he survive on like 6 hours everyday we will never know. Anyways he's very clingy when he's sleepy but in like a 'I don't want to bother you so I'll just sit over here looking really forlorn', just take the man to bed. Is somehow so comfy to sleep with it's actually annoying because after a certain point you just can't sleep alone anymore. Always tucks you in if you don't get up at the same time as him and he'll leave little snacks and drinks on your bedside table for when you do wake up. Sanji has a more lean muscly build so it's more comfortable to have him lie on top of you and he is not complaining in the slightest.

Nami

Loves cuddling in the winter, hates it in the summer. She's really sensitive to the temperature yk it's that innate sense of the weather, so when it's hot she is hot. But she really likes being able to touch you, so after a certain point she just forces franky to install(invent) air conditioning and it makes the summer so much more bearable. After this there's no escape, you will be cuddling every night (unless boundaries yk). She always tries to convince you stay in bed in the morning...and it always works. She's very persuasive okay. Lets you use her as a pillow, like her chest or thighs or tummy, she just wants to be next to you.

Usopp

Really shy about sleeping with you the first time. Only the first time. After that well lets just say you created a monster. He's really good at telling when you need a nap, especially when you won't admit it. He just subtly ushers you to a comfy spot and then oh what a surprise your eyes are getting really heavy and hm Usopp wouldn't mind if you leant on him for a bit and then snoreville. He thinks you're so pretty when you're sleeping because you look so peaceful and relaxed, so even if he's not tired he will always agree to a nap. He will carry you to bed. And he's so casual about it too, I guess because you're not like watching him directly so he's just like really chill.

Robin

Actually has a nap schedule with her sleep schedule, she usually takes a very short one after lunch because her power can be quite draining and so once you find this out it's just a big cuddle session which she loves. She tends to keep you to a sleep schedule too but she won't force you if you are really insistent on staying up, but she will say I told you so when you're grumpy and feel sick the next day. So lovely to sleep with, she barely moves, never hogs the blanket, doesn't snore and somehow always stays very cool even in the summer. She also always makes sure you get into bed safely if you're drunk or ill, even if she is too, she really cares about you.

Franky

I won't lie...he builds himself an entire like cushion add-on thing so you can comfortably sleep next to him. He looks like a giant marshmallow man it's so funny. But also it's so cute because he takes your comfort so seriously and he runs multiple tests to make sure it's the absolute comfiest he can be for you. Loves naps but absolutely adores actual bedtime because of the whole like rituals and because he knows he doesn't have to get up in like an hour. Sometimes he will seriously overwork into the night, but on those occasions it's fairly easy to coax him to bed(😚). Also he wears one of those stupid scrooge hats tbh. And yes he says super in his sleep.

Brook

Really insecure about sleeping together because he thinks he'll be uncomfortable to lie next to or cuddle :(. On the other hand, you're also really worried because you don't want to accidentally hurt him while he's asleep, so for the first few months you sleep in beds that are close enough to hold hands instead. Eventually when you both become comfortable with the idea, you end up sleeping together almost every night and you occasionally nap together too. He wears really soft padded pajamas to make sure you're comfy. It's surprisingly more comfy to sleep next to him than you thought it would be.

I won't lie sometimes you do shit yourself waking up and seeing a skeleton.

Jinbei

So responsible, absolutely will stop you from napping if it's too close to bedtime. He knows sleep is important but he also knows a routine is important...and he can't bear watching you sleep alone so if you mess up your schedule then you're messing up his. This also works for if you try to stay up late too, he'll straight up snatch you off the ground and just carry you to bed no matter how much you complain. Really good cuddler, like really good. He always knows how much pressure to use while holding you and when you want more or less contact, knows when you need extra blankets, when you want to sleep in a hammock instead of a bed. He's got a sixth sense for your sleeping habits (read: he's desperately in love with you).

Law

Really grumpy about it. And really shy. Also he's a hypocrite, he'll stay up working till early hours of the morning but if you dare even try he's stood there staring at you like the mf eyes of notre dame. He always wants to cuddle but absolutely despises asking so again he just stares, you can always tell though because his ears go really red. Once you're in the bed though he's suddenly mr suave i will arrange everything, he will literally pick you up to manoeuvre you both into a better sleeping position and doesn't even bat an eye. He will nap but you have to trick him into it, he secretly loves it and lets you do it even when he knows what's happening.

Kidd

Needs like 15 million blankets to sleep. Uses one of said 15 million blankets to wrap you up like a burrito if you refuse to come sleep/nap with him. But actually it kinda does hurt his feelings so you can make up for it by playing with his hair until he falls asleep. Loves napping, he's like an overgrown cat and he'll sleep literally anywhere. But if it's anywhere other than his or yours (or killers) room he somehow? manages? to scowl? in his sleep? Yeah I don't know but it just stops his crew from messing with him because he looks so angry. Like Zoro he will literally just snatch you if you're in his vicinity, like you walk past for two seconds and then suddenly your vision flips and you're just stuck in this iron grip. He won't let you go and the crew just walk past you too.

Killer

You literally don't sleep together until you've been dating for like a fucking year. He really values his privacy and you really respect it which culminates in neither of you asking for such a long time that you both forget its a common couple thing. Until someone asks why you don't sleep together and then you guys are like huh idk and then that's the day you finally do. He's a good cuddler but he's a blanket hogger and you have to braid his hair before bed or it will end up in your mouth. On the plus side, he will make and leave breakfast or coffee (or anything you want) on your bedside table if he wakes up first. Also he always picks the best bedsheets and eventually buys two quilts so you can at least have some blanket when he snatches it all.

Ace

Naturally runs like a furnance and is hell to sleep next to in the summer. But he gets really grumpy if you dont sleep next to him so the crew make you suck it up I'm sorry. Literally you're like clawing at the walls as they throw you in and lock the door. Anyways he's a really good cuddler and so comfy to sleep with, and he always takes naps with his head in your lap. He loves to have you sleep on him too because he loves to look at your face and stroke you hair, idk he likes being slow with you even though he's really energetic. Being naturally sleepy and like a little radiator also tends to make the people around him sleepy so you two are banned from working next to each other because you both just end up napping.

Marco

He doesn't sleep a lot because well he doesn't really need to. But he adores sleeping with you. It's one of his like favourite 'bonding' activities, especially if you haven't been able to be alone for a while, he just loves being that close and the intimacy of sleeping in each others beds. On another note he's obsessed with making your bed really comfy because as a doctor he knows sleep hygiene is important and as a bird...well yk...nest. He's not shy about it but don't tease him because it will hurt his feelings and he won't tell you to save your feelings, beautiful sweet man that he is. LOVES a good nap/cuddle especially in the winter, if you both have spare time he just bundles you both in a big fluffy blanket and just exists with you for a bit.

Izou

He is surprisingly a really undignified sleeper, which is why you don't sleep in the same room for months when you first get together😭. When you finally do, you wake up with his arm in your face, his hair is everywhere, there's a pillow across the room, the blanket is somehow under the bed, you're just like wtf how. And Izou is just (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿◡⁠`⁠). But he gets better over time because his brain becomes more aware of your presence as you become more important to him and then bedtime settles into comfy chaos. Pillows still end up everywhere but he is now your cushion so you don't really care. He doesn't really nap anywhere that's not his room but if you do then he carries you to bed :).

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demonzoro · 4 months

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[fic] turnabout (is fair play)

pairing: roronoa zoro/sanji rating: teen and up word count: 2.5k

"No 'fair'; no fouls; no rules," Sanji sing-songs at him. Which (and Sanji should really, really, be at least this self-aware) is an incredibly dangerous thing for someone like the cook to say. Or: the one where Zoro and Sanji hash out the unspoken rules of their little contests. On the floor. Horizontally. (Not an entendre.)

read on ao3.

#zosan #roronoa zoro #sanji #op fics #one piece fics #usersaint #userfics #this is literally nothing.#prime example of 'it was meant to be a little thang #and then it got away from me. so now it's just a thang.'#i used a random word generator and got 'fair' as a prompt #might do more... hmmm

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mintypsii · 2 months

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what is this guy's issue 😭

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runawaymarbles · 2 years

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Handbinding Project: My Immortal by Tara Gilesbie

This really started over a year ago, with a project started in the Renegade Bindery server: people would format different chapters of My Immortal, without knowing what anyone else was doing, and we would put them together into one file. It was agreed upon that everybody would disregard both good design and good taste.

(If you click on each image, the caption lists who designed the page in question. I couldn’t include them all here, but every page is basically a work of art. Horrible, typographically hellish art.)

After raiding a Joann’s of materials I thought belonged in Hot Topic circa 2005 (before it just became Think Geek II: We Don’t Light Our Store,) I almost immediately tested positive for covid. So I made most of this over the last four days, and with varying levels of coherent thought and common sense. The process is documented in a thread here

#handbinding #fanbinding #my immortal #bookbinding #art #or something like that anyway #op #what am i supposed to do with my life now??#my job??#my bookbinding #fic printing

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hrast-ika · 4 months

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this post has been going round and round in my head but because i couldn't find the fanart they were referencing i drew it myself

also here's a fic rec for ya all! sweet sounds in the night (hold me close, hold me tight) by Resacon1990

#zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #one piece #one piece sanji #one piece zoro #fic rec #fanfic #fanart #my art #my stuff #op fanart

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theogonies · 1 year

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Skating Lessons

characters | donquixote rosinante x g/n marine!reader

tags | friends to lovers, hurt/comfort

word count | 1.4k

content warnings | n/a, just sfw fluff

winter holiday event masterpost

When Rosinante first invited you out to go ice skating, you thought it was a joke.

Not because he was the type to do something so cruel–quite the opposite, really, you’d always known him as something of a gentle giant. There was just something a little absurd in the idea that, of all of the ways he could spend his shore leave, the clumsiest man on base wanted to take you to an ice skating rink.

You spent the night after he asked you out tossing and turning, trying to figure out the best course of action. Politely turn him down? But you did like him, and he didn’t seem like the type to keep pursuing someone after a rejection. Try to steer him away from the rink for coffees or a comfortable, seated sleigh ride? What if you injured his pride?

Eventually, you decided that the best choice was to go along with it and see what the night had in store for you. Maybe all that anxiety and clumsiness would vanish on the ice, like he spent all those years you knew each other hiding something graceful and elegant inside of him, waiting for the right opportunity to show it off.

He meets you at the entrance of the park that’s hosting the skating rink, and as you take in his cozy-looking knit sweater and hat flecked with snowflakes, you realize suddenly that after spending so long working alongside each other, you’ve hardly ever seen him out of uniform.

“Hey, (y/n),” he greets you. “I’m glad you showed up.”

“What, you thought I wouldn’t?” you ask, playfully bumping your shoulder against his arm. “Tsk. Can’t believe you think so low of me.”

“Not like that,” Rosinante glances away from you, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just meant–I’m happy to see you.”

“I’m just teasing,” you reassure him with a smile. “I’m happy to be here. It’s not often we get time off duty in such a pretty town.”

You’d hoped to prolong the inevitable disaster that Rosinante-in-ice-skates was sure to be just a little bit longer, but no such luck. He just gives an anxiously tight-lipped nod in response and tips his head in the direction of the rink.

“Shall we?”

Fortunately, it seems like your predictions may have been correct; he really comes into his own once the two of you are on the ice. It takes him a moment to get used to the skates, but as soon as he does, he offers a balancing arm to you.

“So gentlemanly,” you coo, earning a flustered laugh in return.

When you loop your arm around his, at first it just throws you both off balance. You wobble back and forth, and for a moment, you’re sure that you’re going to fall. The ice is so slippery, and Rosinante’s height throws the two of you even more off kilter as he slips back and forth.

But then, suddenly, miraculously, he catches himself.

It takes you a moment to get your own bearings, but it’s much easier now that you can lean on him, standing firm and strong beside you. Once you don’t feel like you’re in immediate danger of spilling over anymore, you look up at him and he smiles, seeming much more relaxed than before.

“Ready?”

You nod. “Ready.”

It’s not that he’s graceful on the ice, not exactly. At the end of the day, Rosinante is still a gangly, ten-foot beast of a man. But he moves much more confidently here than on dry land, sliding from one side to another, always steady and ready for you when you slip and find yourself needing something to lean on.

“I have to admit, I was nervous,” you say, looking up at his face just in time to catch him glancing away like he was embarrassed to be caught staring. “But I’m enjoying myself.”

“I’m glad,” he says sincerely as he guides you past another couple who are struggling to get their bearings on the ice. “We’ve worked together so long that… I mean, I was nervous too. I didn’t want to ruin things. It’s worth it, though. To see you like this.”

“Totally. You’re so different when you’re not all…” You press your hand against your forehead in a mock salute, earning a laugh from Rosinante.

“In a good way, I hope.”

“The best way,” you promise, tugging on his elbow to slide closer to him until he can wrap his arm around your shoulders as the two of you slowly but surely glide around the rink. “I thought you were a little scary when I first enlisted, to be honest. You seemed so serious. But you’re just a big softie at heart, huh?”

He takes a while to respond, long enough that you’re worried you’ve said something to offend him. But then he looks down at you, flushed, and says, “I’m not so sure of that. But I’m glad you think so.”

Despite how long you’ve known him and his gentle nature at this point, there’s still something so insecure and worried in his eyes that you feel the need to set things straight.

“You don’t need to be sure,” you say dismissively. “I am. Remember when you set those escaped slaves free instead of turning them in? Or all the times you’ve turned pirate loot over to civilians instead of HQ? Even the way you’re always leaning down to hear us or make yourself look small. You’re so soft-spoken and gentle. It’s what I like about–”

It’s at that moment when Rosinante inevitably spills face forward onto the ice.

It takes you a moment to process what’s happened. Thankfully, he managed to drag his arm from your grip just in time to keep you from falling, but as he struggles to his knees, you realize that there’s blood on the ice.

“Oh my god, are you–”

“I’m sorry,” he says mournfully, wiping blood from his nose. “I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him as you slowly help him to his feet. “But let’s get you back to dry land, okay?”

After collecting some tissues from one of the rink attendants, you make your way to a park bench, sheltered from the snow by a small awning, and dab at Rosinante’s face until the blood stops flowing from his nose. It’s not broken, thankfully, just a nosebleed, but face to face as you are, you can see that he’s a bit teary eyed.

“Does it hurt?” you ask gently, dabbing the last traces of red from his face.

“Not really,” he says hesitantly, then, rethinking his answer. “A bit. Mostly I just feel bad.”

“Why?” You can’t help but giggle a little at the absurdity of it. “You’re the one who’s hurt.”

He glances away from you anxiously. “I wanted it to be perfect. But now you’re spending your shore leave taking care–”

“Shh,” you say, resting your head on his shoulder. “I just wanted to spend time with you.”

“Oh.” He seems genuinely surprised at the idea. “I–oh.”

After a moment of quiet, you let your curiosity get the better of you.

“I have to ask. Why ice skating? It seems… Risky.”

Rosinante takes another long moment to answer.

“Like I said, I wanted things to be perfect for you. And this, well… it seemed so romantic.”

“Oh, Rosi,” you say, taking his hand. It feels so familiar to use his nickname on the first date, but then, you’ve known him for so long, there’s nothing wrong with that, is there? “Romance is about the people you’re with.”

“...I don’t do this kind of thing much,” he admits, squeezing your hand tightly. “But I think you might be right.”

“Think?” you tease, lifting your head to look back up at him. “Well, I think I can prove it to you. C’mere.”

He doesn’t pick up on what you mean right away, so you tug at one of the tassels on his hat, which finally seems to give him the message. There’s something a little ungainly but cute in the way he wipes his palms on his knees before bending over to kiss you.

Rosinante’s lips are ice cold at first, but it doesn’t take long for the two of you to warm each other up, melting into each other on the park bench as snow falls all around you, dusting the grass in white. When you pull away from each other, he tenderly cups your face in his big palms, his expression equal parts terror and adoration.

“So?” you smile. “Believe me yet?”

“I don’t know,” he says, but he sounds less unsure and more playful than before. “I think I need you to demonstrate that again.”

#one piece #donquixote rocinante #donquixote rosinante #donquixote rosinante x reader #rosinante x reader #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #op fics #donquixote corazon #corazon x y/n #corazon x reader #corazon x you #rocinante x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece reader insert #ronan writes

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