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#op-secret-santa-2020
chromatic-lamina · 1 year
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Gonna just do this for myself (so don't worry about likes, sending asks and all). If you want to download the image and upload, I think it should be fine. It's all over the interwebs. Also fine to do it like a normal ask/answer meme!
All of my answers under the cut.
Yearly Word Count: (off anon, and not including unpublished zine fics): 31,223
Fav fic: Doctor Death Doula (Trafalgar Law) https://archiveofourown.org/works/37266862 But it had some stiff competition.
3. Fav fic read: ties between:
Living in a ghost town (lawzo) ( double joint @stephanericherthanyou ) Sabaody Shambles by @/CoffeeTimeWorks (Strawhats and Heart Pirates)
Oh! and the last chapter of the fabulous astra inclinant ( @petrachord ).
and at the point of a sword (freckledshoulderblades) (zoro, general) and most recently something's always going on at pathology (v. funny) by thegrimshapeofyoursmile (general)
Also family by @/KallistosWrites (kidlaw) and special shout out to 123_crowbar_solo who always writes quality (especially doff and croc!)
4. Fav ship you wrote for. I only wrote KidLaw this year re ships, but love ZoLaw, MarLaw, LawBin, etc. as well.
5. Fav character POV: Bepo writing as Law (or role swap. Bepo was the captain in his fanfiction!)
6. Favourite latest line I wrote:
Kid's head pushed back on the plushie and it squeaked.
7. WIP you finally finished. Ah, I don't really have any, but I probably wouldn't have written Overworked and Underpaid (Chopper and Bepo) if I hadn't had to scrap another WIP. And the idea for Doctor Death Doula had been sitting in the drafts for some time.
8. WIP you're yet to start finish. The one I'll be writing for the One Piece Kids zine. I'm still working on the one for the corazine too, although I think it's mostly done.
9. Most read fic this year: I guess they mean the ones written this year, right?
It'd be Bepo's Beptober with 868 hits, but that was begun in 2020, it seems, so a better reflection is perhaps Overworked and Underpaid (Chopper and Bepo) which has 841 hits and was published in June.
10. Longest fic of the year (off anon, right? heh). No multichaps for me this year, and some word count restraints for zine fics, but also due to time (and that's just the point where the fic should've ended), so!: Overworked and Underpaid at 6,289 words.
11. Shortest fic of the year: A drabble called kelp for the Justice zine ficlet challenges. 114 words.
12. Fav fic title: Maybe 'snow business like show business (kidlaw for the op secret santa exchange)
13. Biggest surprise while writing this year. Just how hard it is to write Kanjuro! (oh, and also that a free verse fic i did got reasonable interaction)
14. Fav comment you got this year: All of them! Special shout out for all the lovely comments on Doctor Death Doula, and also to @stephanericherthanyou for their always fabulous feedback, and the same goes for @afterdeck-ace
15. Fav fic author to read this year: see number 2!
16: Total fics/chapters uploaded this year: Okay, I'm gonna include the chapters in the ficlet collections, even though most are not very long:
Stand alone one shots: 6
Ficlets/chapters in anthologies (on my page): 10
17: What are you most looking forward to next year?: Some of the work for zines being published and being seen by a wider audience.
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oopensandwich · 3 years
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Cookies are messy bussiness (but everyone has a good time regardless).
This is my piece for @op-secret-santa-2020. Merry Christmas @glannon!!! I hope this silliness gives you a smile. I wish you a lovely holiday season!!
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necrosishead · 3 years
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merry christmer @ask-the-marimozoro !! i was your secret santa this year!
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ask-the-marimozoro · 3 years
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Yo, @onehyperboi, I am your Secret Santa for the @op-secret-santa-2020 ; have this comfy Christmas’ evening scene. Hope you like it, man! 
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glannon · 3 years
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Here is my illustration for the @op-secret-santa-2020! Merry Christmas @s4m4ndr13l! Katakuri is having a sweet dream flying in the clouds with donuts! I wish you to have such happy dreams as his ! I wish you happy festivities for this end of the year !
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mer-meladraws · 3 years
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It's the 25th here already so here's my gift for the @op-secret-santa-2020 for @asktheseawitch ! I really enjoyed doing this, I hope that you like and that you have very happy holidays aaah 🎄♥️✨
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Applications are opened!!
One Piece Secret Santa apps open from Oct 26- Nov 24!!
Link to apply!!
Please read the Rules and FAQs before you apply!
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pokeharvest · 3 years
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Surprise, @maybe-livid! I was your secret santa for @op-secret-santa-2020! This is my first time drawing Law and I had a lot of fun doing so >:) I hope this is what you had in mind when you said maid outfits hehe
((click for better quality))
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dual-mayhem · 3 years
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@necrosishead For Op secret Santa.
Croc and sleeping luffy,  I hope you get a very Merry Christmas!
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drafterbites · 3 years
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Hey @generaldevi !Merrry Christmas and here’s my present for ya cuz I’m your @op-secret-santa-2020 ❤️ I was so so SOO excited to draw out this wishlist of yours just cuz I LOVE Flamingo man and crocodaddy 💘💘💘 aaand i hope ya like it too!!
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ask-waiter-bellamy · 3 years
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🎄 🎁 This is my piece for the @op-secret-santa-2020🎁 🎄 Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to @catqueenk It’s not much but I spent a lot of time on this so I really hope you like it! 🎁 🎄 🎅 🍪 🥛 ❄️ ☃️ 🎁 🎄 🎅 🍪 🥛 ❄️ ☃️ 🎁 🎄 🎅 🍪 🥛 ❄️ ☃️
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oopensandwich · 3 years
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revolutionary snacktime. what havoc will they bring to the table this time.
hey @gomugomu-no-tickle, i’m your backup santa for @op-secret-santa-2020! I’m glad I got the chance to draw your oc Eurydice!! I love her and wish her all the best (and i wish you all the best also!! i hope you have a wonderful 2021.)
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anubislover · 3 years
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A Tea Party for Baby 5
(Gift fic for @velvety-love for the OP Secret Santa 2020! I really hope you like the fic - it was a ton of fun to write!)
It was quite the sight, the infamous Donquixote Doflamingo sitting at a small table in a child-sized chair, his knees practically pressed into his chest, but he would maintain that for a man of his status, any seat was a throne. Before him was a decadent assortment of pastries, chocolate-covered fruit, finger sandwiches, and quiches. Baby 5 had recently begun training to be the family’s maid, and this tea party would be a useful way to hone her serving skills. Since the eight year old girl was still too short to reach the dinner table, this was a perfectly reasonable alternative.
And yes, the dolls and stuffed animals sat up in their own chairs with cups and saucers was also absolutely necessary. She needed to learn to serve multiple people, after all.
“More tea, Young Master?” Baby 5 asked, hefting up the large china teapot, a hopeful smile on her face. There was a bit of tension around her mouth, though; visible strain from the weight of the pot that she desperately sought to hide for fear of disappointing him.
Doflamingo grinned, holding out his pink floral-patterned cup. “Yes, please.” The child had insisted on being useful to him, and while his main interest was in the deadly Devil Fruit powers she possessed, it was nice having some proper servants around.
However, her little arms trembled, the pot far too heavy for her, resulting in her inadvertently missing the cup and instead spilling hot tea onto his hand.
“Gah!”
“Oh no! Young Master, I’m so sorry! Let me get you a towel, or some ice!” she cried, nearly dropping the teapot in her panic. Luckily, Doflamingo was able to grab it before it could fall and set it on the table, preventing tea from splattering everywhere and staining his suit pants.
For a moment, his hand clenched and he glared down at her through the lenses of his fierce red sunglasses. The former Celestial Dragon wanted to be upset. She’d burned him! How dare she—
But then he looked at her distraught little face, eyes already wet with tears, and he was suddenly reminded of his precious little brother when they were children and how hard he’d tried to please him…
Picking up a napkin, Doflamingo wiped his hand clean of the tea. Honestly, it hadn’t hurt. Barely anything to someone like him. And she was trying. Really, it was impressive she could even lift the pot, considering it was nearly as big as she was and how thin her arms were. They really needed to get some meat on her bones—she wasn’t the half-starved waif who’d come to him in desperation anymore. She was part of his family. It was his job to take care of her.
Coming to a decision, Doflamingo removed a stuffed dog from the chair at his right and patted the seat. “No worries, Baby 5. Come here and I’ll pour the tea.”
“Ah! But Young Master, I—”
He gave her a reassuring smile, one as gentle as he could manage. “It’s fine, Baby 5; proper tea party etiquette says that the host should serve.”
“But then, you don’t need me,” she said sadly, small body slumping miserably.
Inwardly he grimaced. The last thing he wanted was for her to cry. So, he grinned more widely and picked her up by the back of the dress, plopping her down into the chair. “Sure I do! I need you to be a good guest! I can’t work on my hosting skills if I don’t have guests. These guys,” he said, indicating the dolls and toys, “are terrible conversationalists.”
Baby 5 visibly perked up, thrilled at still being needed in some capacity. “Oh! That’s true. Then I’ll be the perfect guest for you! I’ll be anything you need, Young Master.”
A small sigh of relief escaped his chest. Crisis averted. She was happy, and while serving himself was not ideal in most circumstances, the child could learn by example and he wouldn’t have to worry about his suit.
Getting an idea, he attached his strings to one of the dolls sat around the table, making it lift the teacup so he could pour. “Watch carefully; it’s important to hold the pot from both the handle and the spout to avoid spilling. We don’t want even a drop on the nice white tablecloth, do we?”
“No, we don’t,” she agreed, studying his technique carefully. Her dark eyes took in his every movement with near-reverence, her own little hands even miming him to ensure she would get it right later.
Satisfied, he filled Baby 5’s cup and offered her a blueberry scone. “Here, eat up—you’re a growing girl, and someone who works as hard as you deserves a treat.”
“Really?” she asked, even though she was already practically drooling as the smell of the pastries she’d baked that morning wafted up her nose.
“Really. Now have a scone, then some sandwiches, and then you can help yourself to the tarts and cupcakes.”
Practically glowing with happiness, she snatched one off the plate, but froze before she could shove it into her mouth. “Oh. Sorry,” she said, setting it on her plate and picking up her knife and fork.
Doflamingo shook his head. “Nah, you were right the first time. Eat the scone with your hands. Save the fork for the quiche.”
Thrilled that she was getting to sit at the Young Master’s side and enjoy the goodies she’d baked and laid out to his specifications, she tucked in, smile so wide her cheeks ached.
It was…kind of cute, seeing her so happy. Just a child eager to belong. Sure, she would make a fantastic assassin, but there was no reason not to let her have little moments like this, right? The chance to just be a kid and have fun? His father’s foolishness had denied him that joy after they’d left Mariejois, but he was far better than Homing.
He was the patriarch of the Doflamingo Family; it was his job to keep everybody happy. To give them all they could ever ask for so that they would do the same for him.
Looking her over, he wondered what else he could do. Her bow and dress were looking a little worn. He’d order replacements. Simple ones for everyday wear, but he was sure he could get her something cute and fancy as a reward the next time she got back from a mission. Dress her up like a doll and show her off. New shoes would be a must, too – he and his brother had constantly been outgrowing theirs, and while he doubted she’d every reach his exalted stature, she certainly would grow up to be a lovely young woman.
And lovely young women attract boys, he thought, scowling for a moment behind his teacup. Gonna have to watch her like a hawk once that happens. Can’t have anyone thinking they’re good enough for Baby 5 and trying to steal her away. I’ll make sure she’s got no reason to leave the Family. Who could provide for her like me, anyway?
On a whim, he got another idea – something that would surely amuse and delight her. Holding out his hands, he attached his strings to a pair of dolls. Like a puppet master with a pair of marionettes, he made them waltz around the table, chuckling while Baby 5 applauded and laughed with joy.
“Figured the least they could do was put on a show for us as thanks for our hospitality,” he explained, making a few more join in so it almost resembled a ball. “Too bad we can’t bring the toys to life—then they could dance without the strings.”
“Maybe there’s a Devil Fruit out there that can do that,” Baby 5 said excitedly, eager to help in any way she could.
“Hmmm, maybe there is. I’ll have to look into it,” Doflamingo agreed, rubbing his chin. The hand fell to pat her on the head. “What a clever girl you are.”
As she beamed up at him, there was a knock at the door, and without delay Corazon strolled in carrying Buffalo and Law by the back of their shirts like a pair of squirming kittens. Law even seemed to growl at his manhandling. Clearly, they’d been caught by his right-hand man doing something they shouldn’t, at least if the way he ground the cigarette between his teeth was anything to go by. However, all three of them froze at the sight of their leader serving tea to his maid-in-training surrounded by a bunch of dancing stuffed animals.
“What the he—” Law started, staring in utter bafflement.
“Ah, just in time! Baby 5 and I were having a tea party! Sit down and join us!” Doflamingo exclaimed cheerfully, indicating the newly-empty seats.
“Yes! Please, join us!” she chimed in eagerly. Even though they could be rude and mean, she considered the two boys her closest friends, so of course she wanted to have them involved. Corazon, too, even though he was grouchy and clumsy and might make the tablecloth catch fire.
Corazon looked between the tiny chairs and the uncomfortable-looking way his brother was sitting, then raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
“Oh, come on, little brother! It’s perfectly comfortable,” he said, even though he could already feel his legs cramping up. Ah well. At least he wouldn’t suffer alone, and Baby 5 could have some time enjoying herself with friends. She needed more socialization. Maybe he should call up Vinsmoke Judge – he had a daughter about her age, didn’t he? Maybe they could set up a play date.
“I’m not taking part in some stupid tea party,” Law groused, glaring at the utter ridiculousness around him.
“Kid, you can either sit down under your own power or I can tie you to the seat,” Doflamingo warned with smile. He turned to the child beside him. “But thank you for providing Baby 5 with another valuable lesson – boys are obnoxiously stubborn.”
“Law, c’mon, let’s play along-dasuyan,” Buffalo not-so-quietly whispered, eyeing the tray of cupcakes.
“Fuffuffuffuffu! But they’re easily bribed with food,” he added, smirking when she giggled. Pleased with himself, Doflamingo gave the three new guests a terrifying smile. “Now, you gonna join us like proper gentlemen, or am I going to have to show you to your seats?” he asked, raising his hand meaningfully.
A shiver ran down their backs and neither Law nor Buffalo argued as Corazon plopped them both in a chair before gingerly taking the spot opposite his brother, grimacing at how sore his legs and back would be after this.
Pleased that her friends were in fact joining the party, Baby 5 instinctively rose to her feet to serve them. A large hand on her shoulder stopped her, though, causing her to look up at Doflamingo inquisitively.
The patriarch smiled down at her, sincerity in his tone. “Now now, I told you the host should serve. The hostess who made all the preparations needs to take a load off and enjoy herself. Let us take care of you for once,” he said, pinching her cheek.
Yes, he’d take care of her, she’d take care of them, and they’d all live together as a big, happy family. What more could anyone want?
@op-secret-santa-2020
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bird-pieces · 3 years
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I wanna be still with you - read on AO3
Hi @traffy-is-d-law , I’m you secret santa this year! I hope you enjoy the art and the fic and have a really nice day!
@op-secret-santa-2020
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ultravioletwinters · 3 years
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hey hey i had @mer-meladraws for @op-secret-santa-2020 !!! i loved all your suggestions so i tried to incorporate as many as i could, heheh. i’m very tempted to do a couple close-ups of the suggestions in a more detailed style at some point, they’re such cute ideas 🥺
anyways! i hope you enjoy, and happy xmas!
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madlymiho · 3 years
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Merry Christmas @aibhilin-atibeka!
Hey there! I have a little gift for you! ❤️ I’m your Secret Santa for this year! 🎄I hope you’ll enjoy this little prompt I write for you! ❤️ I can’t help but throw some heavy feelings in my writing, that’s my default mode with the ASL brothers... but! I had fun writing this!
Words: 1702
Informations: hurt/comfort - fluff - angst
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Forever Brothers
He head feels heavy, terribly heavy. It has been hours since he didn’t sleep, and he lost track of time. He doesn’t even properly know where he is. How does he feel. Everything is so mixed up at this point. It’s freezing suddenly. He blinks a few times, only to witness he’s in the middle of nowhere. When did he land here? It seems so blurry. He frowns, the vivid colors surrounding him quite difficult to see for a moment. There’s snow everywhere as well, heavy and sticking, the one which stays on the boots even when you tap your foot against the wall. He pushes his hat down, probably his only way to protect his grey eyes from the luminosity. It feels so cold, he shivers from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. He doesn’t even hear this little kid arriving like a rocket near his thigh, grabbing his coat with a rather energetic gesture.
“Luffy!” Someone yells from behind a bush. “We told you to stay hidden!”
“It’s safe! He has a cool hat!” Luffy barks back, and chuckles with all his teeth exposed.
Law looks down, his eyes widening for a second. Luffy… Can he be the one he already know? Last time he saw him, he wasn’t laughing that way… Last time he saw him…
“Hey, brat, step away from my little brother!” The same voice barks, as a raven-haired boy stepping out of the bush he has been hiding behind, freckles covering all of his face. “We don’t like adults here! You’re an enemy!”
“Wow, Ace, easy.” Another kid, following the eldest, comments. He has blond hair, curly a messy, and probably a missing tooth as well. “It’s not because he’s an adult that he’s a threat.”
Ace tuts, Sabo rolls his eyes, amused. Of course Ace he’s the one who’s the most wary among them, but he has always been this way. Luffy is reckless and spontaneous, Ace is bitter and doesn’t trust people, and Sabo in the balance between these two chaotic energies. Law remains speechless, quite surprised and lost to be in the middle of this squabble, wondering for a moment what could have happened for him to be there. He crosses his arms around his chest, and raises an eyebrow, as Luffy tugs on his coat and doesn’t seem to let go.
“Have you ever chased a winter tiger before?” He asks, the same solar smile plastered onto his lips, radiant and pure, a blessed vision even for Law. “We were hunting it before you stepped on the island!”
“Yeah, and as every adult around, you spoiled the fun!” Ace growls again, arms crossed, somehow imitating Law in his gestures. “We were that close to catch him!”
The ghost of a smile appears on Law’s features, as he feels quite amused to see their smooth and yet conflictual interaction. They are definitely some wild energies, unable to be tamed nor reasoned, and deep down he feels like he understands it. He has never been a quiet child in the first place, eagerly protecting his sister when she was still alive, or yelling at Corazon, perhaps to hide his own emotions. They seem to be just like him when he was a kid; alone, but so eager to live, so eager to find some adventures. At least they are not gloomy and depressed. At least they have each other. Law shrugs, and looks back at Luffy.
“I have never tried, but it doesn’t mean I’m not a good hunter in the first place.” He states with his eternal unreadable tone. “What do you think if I help you to find it back?”
“That would be so fun!” Luffy chirps happily, and immediately turns around to seek for his brothers’ approval. “Ace, Sabo! Come on! He wants to help us! We can find the winter tiger back and share the meat for dinner! Meat!!”
Sabo seems to be ready to indulge Luffy’s whims, but Ace, as always, squints and eventually clicks his tongue. He grabs his homemade weapon, and eventually steps forwards, grabbing Luffy by the shoulder to pull him away from the stranger.
“Fine.” He eventually accepts, throwing another of his challenging look to the adult. “But after that, he’s gone!”
Law smiles to the offer, and squats down to offer his hand, his own adult way to seal a promise with the wary kid in front of him. Ace, at first in a defensive mode, eventually nods and shakes his hand. It doesn’t seem that this grown up could really harm them anyway…
After hours of hunting, squatting down in the middle of bushes, chasing for the tiger’s footsteps on the fresh snow, they eventually managed to spot their prey. Law has been able to display his best abilities, shifting rocks and leaves to protect the three brothers from a potential deadly injury, while the beast has been intensely hard to take down. Law, deep down within, has truly been impressed by the strong capacities of these three brothers. They have something uncommon; a powerful link which could never be shattered nor erased. Tired after such a long day hunting, they eventually all decided to have some rest around a fire, eating the meat they have been hunting all day long.
“Meat!” Luffy drools all over his own thighs, as Ace gives him a slap behind his head. “Hey!”
“It’s not ready!” Ace growls, and pushes his brother back onto his rear. “Remember when you burnt your mouth the other day because you wanted to eat first? Don’t do that again or you’ll cry like the baby you are!”
“He’s not that wrong Luffy…” Sabo nods, all pressed against the log he’s using as a backrest, looking at the stars above his head.
Law smirks, amused, and eventually looks up at the stars himself, amazed by the winter show in front of his eyes. It feels so quiet… Peaceful. He doesn’t even notice that Luffy came to seat right beside him, putting his cheek against his waist. Law freezes and almost flinches to the sudden proximity. He eventually sighs and rolls an arm around his shoulder.
“Hey mister… Do you have a family?” Luffy asks, his profound chocolate eyes scanning his treats to find an answer.
Law doesn’t really know what to answer. He used to have one, back in Fleavance. Lovely parents and an adorable little sister. Then, he found Corazon. Then… He has been alone for years until he recruited Bepo, Penguin and Shashi. His journey isn’t what he can call a lovely and happy one, but when Law thinks of it, despite the pain of the loss of many of the people he loved, he still remembers them with tender memories.
“My name is Law, you can stop with the mister. I lost my parents when I was around your age.” He confesses, while he feels all the eyes on him. “I found a new sort of father, but I lost him too…” He clears his throat, and continues. “But today I have my crewmates. I found my family.”
“So… You know how it feels to be alone…” Sabo mumbles, scratching the snow under his foot with the tip of his boot.
“But you have a crew! Which means you’re pirate!” Luffy almost jumps back onto his feet, if Law’s arm wasn’t in the way to prevent him from using too much of his energy again.
“Yes, somehow.” Law answers, as he looks back at all of them. Behind their confidence, he can see a layer of loneliness, even if they are all fearless. To reassure them, he eventually pats Luffy’s dark hair. “I’m a captain, but you three have each other now. A good brotherhood, even if it’s not coming from the blood, is a truly important gift. You need to protect each other, no matter what. The world is cruel out there, and it will try to take everything from you.” He offers a quiet smile. “But I’m sure you’re going to be fine. You have a strong bond.”
Luffy happily cheers to the statement, while Ace and Sabo strongly nods. It feels just like home to be with them, and share their evening. Law wishes that this moment would never stop, never fade. He wants to see them all cheerful and happy, until the end of times. He gasps when he feels Luffy rushing right into his belly, snatching a rather powerful hug, as Law eventually surrenders and wraps his arms around his shoulders. Perhaps… Perhaps he should stay himself and protect them as well. Maybe it’s his purpose after all? Those kids should never suffer from the loss of a parent anymore…
“Ace… Ace…”
Law opens his eyes, his heartbeat erratic. He feels droplets of sweat dripping down his forehead, the bite of the winter slowly leaving his skin. Was it a dream? It takes him a few minutes to recognize his operating room. On the grey and metallic table in front of him lays Luffy. Not the kid he saw in his dream, but the one he just rescued from Marineford. The one who just lost his brother, and called for him and the other one in his sleep. Law feels his bottom lip trembling for a second, a sudden sadness invading all of his body. As Luffy still moans the name of his dead brother in his agitated coma, Law eventually raises his hand, and gently grabs his arm, squeezing it just slightly.
“Don’t give up, Luffy…” He murmurs, harassed by many emotions now. He knows how it feels. “Don’t give up, because he didn’t. Ace didn’t give up on you, so you have to fight. You’re not alone…”
Oh, he wishes he could find a way to tell him that he dreamt about their wonderful brotherhood, and that time itself would heal his damaged heart. He wishes he could share those moments with them. His hand still pressed on his arm, Law promises himself to never let it happen again. Luffy will live. Ace will survive in his heart. The strong bond they have been sharing will never fade. And the whole world will remember the three brothers…
 @op-secret-santa-2020
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