#brooke judge

[multifandomnonsense]

Back with some more

[keysandcrosses]

drawtober day 11-20

[merbear25]

A/n: I’ve been having rough times sleeping again, so I’m writing these silly hcs to help me cope a little.

CW: SFW, headcanons, meant to be humorous

When sleep doesn’t find them easily…

Force it with sheer will power: Zoro, Mihawk, Robin

Sleep deprivation has never faced worthier opponents and has a losing streak to prove it. When it’s time to sleep, they are in full control over mind and body. If at any point they wake up during the night, it’s to relieve suspicions. Such efficiency, such self-discipline both of which you were lacking. How you wish you could be like them.

Need some self-care: Sanji, Nami, Brook, Crocodile, Doflamingo

Chances are they woke up with the night still young, so to ensure the rest of it goes to peaceful slumber, they bring out the works: sliced cucumbers, face masks, and bathrobes after a relaxing bubble bath, to which Crocodile skips over. With their bodies fully at ease and their minds settling back down, they’re sure to awake even more radiant. Good for them. Really.

Carried away by wandering thoughts: Sabo, Corazon, Buggy, Caesar

They were probably laying down for bed before their minds were ready. That day’s roster was being analyzed with a few why did I do thats thrown in here and there, leading to them steamrolling into the next day of what could happen. It just can’t wait, right? They really should get a jump on the new day if they’ve got any chance of staying ahead of the problems they just now fabricated.

Sleep is for the weak: Law, Kidd, Judge

Yes, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning, but they’re too busy at the moment. Telling them to sleep because they’ve got a big day, are you mad? That’s exactly why they’re awake tinkering with God knows what. They’ve done this many times before, so a routine is set to ensure they don’t doze off. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” is certainly a choice.

Never have they ever: Luffy, Ace

The luckiest bunch that can get on your nerves when you complain you got a horrible night’s rest. “Awh, really? That sucks because I slept great!” Meanwhile you’re brooding in the corner thinking, “I know you did because you snore like a wildebeest.” Despite your envy tinted skin, you can’t stay mad at them—they’re too oblivious.

[saywhat-politics]

Newsmax host: “The Trump administration needs to purge immigration judges”

Bob Brooks: “It's absolutely clear the Democrats want to replace American citizens with a new, obedient population, a population indebted to them”

From the April 15, 2025, edition of Newsmax's Finnerty

[weirdgirlnicorobin]

i'm post time skip

[blog-de-una-persona-bi]

New fanfic idea: Zoro has his lunch bag always full of delicious food, but he can't cook to save his life.

Zoro is a 16-year-old student in the East-Blue school (both elementary and high school). He and his friends somehow always has luch together.

Last year, Zoro's lunches were a bunch of things that he found before coming to school; this year, Zoro's lunches are delicious bags of food that seems, smells, and taste majestic. Everybldy is wondering what happened in those 3 months of vacation that they didn't notice.

Zoro and Sanji meet each other since they were kids, they were neighbours, but Sanji went to other school. They hang out any time they can, and they are almost a couple (their parents think so) and they are like moss and rocks (haha).

Sanji was in the afternoon shift, so they didn't collide on their way to school, bc Zoro had kendo club's practices and matters to attend.

Something happened and Sanji's shift changed, so this year he was finally at the morning shift, which meant that he made a lunch bag for Zoro, bc he knew Zoro's lunch bag was full of crap.

•Chopper is a little kid that they defended, he is actually 12, but he is already hanging out with the big guys.

•Zoro did mention Sanji a bunch of times, but it was in such a...weird way, that nobody even asked him what he meant; it was all like "cook does better", "damn, curly wouldn't like that" (put of nowhere, seeing a person dance or do something cool with his feet) "yeah *with confidence*".

•SORA IS ALIVE!! She is married to Zeff. She sued Judge and let her kids decide whom to live with, Ichiji, Niji and Yonji preferred Judge, Reiju and Sanji preferred their mother.

•Sanji is in that school bc of how close it is to Zeff's restaurant, but once Sanji turns 17 they will let him go with Zoro to the East Blue school

•Franky, Jimbei, Robin and Brook are teachers (I think is obvious of what, bit Franky can be Tech teacher or PE teacher).

•The crew are actually in a club together, they just go to others clubs too. (Nami economics club, Ussop in mechanics club, Luffy in theatre club (he is usually the sun or the moon), Zoro in Kendo club, Chopper in infirmary club and Sanji in cooking club).

•Perona and Reiju are friends, and that's how Zoro and Sanji met. You know that thing that is like "You can't go w/o your little brother"?, that happened to them, but they were good with that (both of their brother were pretty lame and asocial kids).

•It is a semi private school (you pay, but not a lot) and they accept scholarships (that's how Nami is there).

•Sora also works at the baratie, but as a accountant.

•Zeff did loose his leg saving Sanji (make how babe).

•AT the end they find out about Sanji and (néctar year obviously) they go at the same School, all aiming to the same college "One Piece".

•different species exist, Chopper is one of them, basically almost his backstory, but his parents gave him in adoption and ended up with the doctor (cont remember the name rn).

Is 3:52 am, peace y'all ✌️

(Two fanfic ideas a day. I'm getting way too comfortable in this app 🤨, see u in a week).

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Dennis Goris :: @DennisGoris :: #DueProcess

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

April 17, 2025

Heather Cox Richardson

Apr 18, 2025

Today, Senator Chris Van Hollen (D-MD) posted a picture of himself with Kilmar Abrego Garcia, the Maryland man whom the Trump administration says it sent to the notorious CECOT prison in El Salvador through “administrative error” but can’t get back, and wrote: “I said my main goal of this trip was to meet with Kilmar. Tonight I had that chance. I have called his wife, Jennifer, to pass along his message of love. I look forward to providing a full update upon my return.”

While the president of El Salvador, Nayib Bukele, apparently tried to stage a photo that would make it look as if the two men were enjoying a cocktail together, it seems clear that backing down and giving Senator Van Hollen access to Abrego Garcia is a significant shift from Bukele’s previous scorn for those trying to address the crisis of a man legally in the U.S. having been sent to prison in El Salvador without due process.

Bukele might be reassessing the distribution of power in the U.S.

According to Robert Jimison of the New York Times, who traveled to El Salvador with Senator Van Hollen, when a reporter asked President Donald Trump if he would move to return Abrego Garcia to the United States, Trump answered: “Well, I’m not involved. You’ll have to speak to the lawyers, the [Department of Justice].”

Today a federal appeals court rejected the Trump administration’s attempt to stop Judge Paula Xinis’s order that it “take all available steps” to bring Abrego Garcia back to the U.S. “as soon as possible.” Conservative Judge J. Harvie Wilkinson, who was appointed by President Ronald Reagan, wrote the order. Notably, it began with a compliment to Judge Xinis. “[W]e shall not micromanage the efforts of a fine district judge attempting to implement the Supreme Court’s recent decision,” he wrote.

Then Wilkinson turned his focus on the Trump administration. “It is difficult in some cases to get to the very heart of the matter,” he wrote. “But in this case, it is not hard at all. The government is asserting a right to stash away residents of this country in foreign prisons without the semblance of due process that is the foundation of our constitutional order. Further, it claims in essence that because it has rid itself of custody that there is nothing that can be done. This should be shocking not only to judges, but to the intuitive sense of liberty that Americans far removed from courthouses still hold dear.”

“The government asserts that Abrego Garcia is a terrorist and a member of MS-13. Perhaps, but perhaps not. Regardless, he is still entitled to due process.” The court noted that if the government is so sure of its position, then it should be confident in presenting its facts to a court of law.

Echoing the liberal justices on the Supreme Court, Wilkinson wrote: “If today the Executive claims the right to deport without due process and in disregard of court orders, what assurance will there be tomorrow that it will not deport American citizens and then disclaim responsibility to bring them home?” He noted the reports that the administration is talking about doing just that.

“And what assurance shall there be that the Executive will not train its broad discretionary powers upon its political enemies? The threat, even if not the actuality, would always be present,” he wrote, “and the Executive’s obligation to ‘take Care that the Laws be faithfully executed’ would lose its meaning.”

After Federal Reserve chair Jerome Powell’s warning yesterday that Trump’s tariffs will have “significantly larger than anticipated…economic effects, which will include higher inflation and slower growth,” and his statement that the Fed would not cut interest rates immediately as it assesses the situation, Trump today began attacking Powell. Trump wrote on his social media site that Powell is “always TOO LATE AND WRONG.” His missive concluded: “Powell’s termination cannot come fast enough!”

Firing Powell would inject yet more chaos into the economy, and the White House told reporters that Trump’s post “should not be seen as a threat to fire Powell.” Hedge fund founder Spencer Hakimian posted: “Cleanup of orange vomit on Aisle 3.”

There seems to be a change in the air.

Three days ago, on April 14, Michelle Goldberg of the New York Times wrote that the vibe is shifting against the right. Yesterday, former neocon and now fervent Trump critic and editor of The Bulwark Bill Kristol posted a photo of plainclothes Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) Officers kidnapping Tufts University graduate student Rümeysa Öztürk, and commented: “Where does the ‘Abolish ICE’ movement go to get its apology.”

Today, in the New York Times, conservative David Brooks called for all those resisting what he called “a multifront assault to make the earth a playground for ruthless men” to work together. He called for a “comprehensive national civic uprising” that would first stop Trump and then create “a long-term vision of a fairer society that is not just hard on Trump, but hard on the causes of Trumpism—one that offers a positive vision.”

Brooks is hardly the first to suggest that “this is what America needs right now.” But a conservative like Brooks not only arguing that “Trump is shackling the greatest institutions in American life,” but then quoting Karl Marx’s Communist Manifesto to call for resistance to those shackles—“We have nothing to lose but our chains”—signals that a shift is underway.

That shift has apparently swept in New York Times columnist Bret Stephens, who is generally a good barometer of the way today’s non-MAGA Republicans are thinking. In an interview today, he said: “[M]y feelings about not only Trump, but the administration, are falling like a boulder going into the Mariana Trench. So the memory of things that this administration has done, of which I approve, is drowning in the number of things that are, in my view, reckless, stupid, awful, un-American, hateful and bad—not just for the country, but also for the conservative movement.”

Stephens identified Trump and Vice President J.D. Vance’s bullying of Ukraine president Volodymyr Zelensky in the Oval Office as the event that turned him away from Trump. “America should never treat an ally that way, certainly not one who is bravely fighting a common enemy,” he said. Stephens also noted the meeting had “delighted” Russia’s president Vladimir Putin, who is now “emboldened…to press the war harder.”

We have been in a similar moment of shifting coalitions before.

In the 1850s, elite southern enslavers organized to take over the government and create an oligarchy that would make enslavement national. Northerners hadn’t been paying a great deal of attention to southern leaders’ slow accumulation of power and were shocked when Congress bowed to them and in 1854 passed a law that overturned the Missouri Compromise that had kept slavery out of the West. The establishment of slavery in the West would mean new slave states there would work with the southern slave states to outvote the North in Congress, and it would only be a question of time until they made slavery national. Soon, the Slave Power would own the country.

Northerners of all parties who disagreed with each other over issues of immigration, finance, and internal improvements—and even over the institution of slavery—came together to stand against the end of American democracy.

Four years later, in 1858, Democrat Stephen Douglas complained that those coming together to oppose the Democrats were a ragtag coalition whose members didn’t agree on much at all. Abraham Lincoln, who by then was speaking for the new party coalescing around that coalition, replied that Douglas “should remember that he took us by surprise—astounded us—by this measure. We were thunderstruck and stunned; and we reeled and fell in utter confusion. But we rose each fighting, grasping whatever he could first reach—a scythe—a pitchfork—a chopping axe, or a butcher's cleaver. We struck in the direction of the sound; and we are rapidly closing in upon him. He must not think to divert us from our purpose, by showing us that our drill, our dress, and our weapons, are not entirely perfect and uniform. When the storm shall be past, he shall find us still Americans; no less devoted to the continued Union and prosperity of the country than heretofore.”

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[monthlymanga]

One Piece moments that made me grin pt.8

For an asshole he sure does love his child

PLS the immediate response

For an asshole he sure does adore his wife

One thing all Strawhats have in common is their atrocious audacity

I had the exact same reaction

Kids, this is what we call a cloud-napping

Words can't explain how much I love them GOD I love them so much.

For an asshole he sure does care about his crew

Bro's beefing with a cloud 💀

[pooks]

in my straw hat!ichiji AU, i thought about how Ichiji was captured and dragged back to Germa sometime before Sanji was in Zou

we all know that Sanji's only purpose was the whole arranged marriage sham, but it also rises the question why Ichiji was also taken. the reason is simple; Judge wanted his perfect masterpiece back.

unlike Sanji, Ichiji is not full human. he's a genetically modified human and maybe his "metal skin" ability lies dormant, he's still faster and stronger than anyone, he has Sparking Red and Stealth Black powers and to top it all, he can use Observation and Armament haki.

in this AU, Judge is way more toxic and borderline obsessed with making Ichiji the perfect heir. Niji and Yonji are fine soldiers, but he sees them as expendable. he's also really pissed off that Sora succeeded to ensure all her son are human and has emotions, even if she never lived to see it. so he does what he does best and that is to torment Ichiji to break his will and turn him into the mindless puppet he wants. also he wanted to punish him for betraying him and releasing Sanji.

Reiju, being the only one who knows the lengths Judge are willing to go, can't bear to see this happen again. Ichiji was lucky the first time around, but she knows that he won't be able to handle a second time. he might not return to the Straw Hats alive. so Reiju makes sure to hide certain clues around which she knows Nami will be able to find.

once Nami realizes what's going on with Ichiji, she is horrified...and then, she along with Brook, Chopper and the minks has to physically restrain Luffy from storming Germa castle and fight Judge head-on. Nami has a worse time during this AU because Ichiji's situation reminds her too much of her own experience with Arlong.

in this AU, Niji has uncontrollable rage and often misdirects it while Yonji is more subdued and is tired of every order he must follow. Niji and Yonji are self-aware and has their own traumatic experiences, but the difference is that under their cruel masks, they are too afraid to stand up against Judge. both of them has given up and can't see any hope.

Yonji even lampshades this at some point, saying that "even if all five of us fight him...he's gonna win anyways. why even bother?"

i thought making all the Vinsmoke brothers being self-aware would make more sense for the story, since they are all victims in canon. they never chose to be emotionless or evil from the start. Judge just fucked them up because he could. what makes it worse that Judge is a human but he actively choses to be cruel and evil.

so that's why Luffy ends up to not only save his cook Sanji and his archivist Ichiji, he decided to liberate all of them.

post-Whole Cake, when everyone's safe onboard the Sunny again and sailing towards Wano, Chopper makes the horrorfying discovery of exactly what Ichiji suffered; his entire back are covered in scars, still healing, and he has bruises on his neck and wrists because of the shock collars Judge forced on him.

i think the journey from Whole Cake Island to Wano was a little longer than we're led to believe, so Chopper does a lot of damage control about what happened to Sanji and Ichiji.

Reiju and the other two doesn't stay for long and bids the Straw Hats a fond goodbye, thanking them for freeing them. Reiju, Niji and Yonji sets sail on a small four-person prototype ship (Franky finished it before they came to Dressrosa) which Luffy gave to them. she along with her younger brothers destroyed their raid suit cannisters and sailed away to begin their new lives. as they leave towards the horizon, Sanji hopes they might stop by Baratie if they ever get to East Blue.

i had the thought about maybe letting Reiju, Niji and Yonji join them in Wano. but i thought it'd be better that they make the choice to go wherever they wish to go and have their own adventure, but not before thanking Luffy and the straw hats for liberating them.

the straw hats gets ready to continue to Wano, but not before they encounter a strange weather; the skies are blue and the sun is shining, but it's a light drizzle. Luffy, being very Luffy, says it's like the heaven are happy and crying at the same time.

it's a metaphor for Sora; she's long gone, but she's happy and crying because all of her children are now free.

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Crack Ship War - Round 3 side C

Propaganda under the cut.

Gassmoke:

Two gay evil scientists. Need I say more? They definitely fell in love during their MADS days. Look at this picture and tell me it doesn't like like a wedding.

No two assholes have deserved each other more.

They got married 💜💛

Bone Mommy: Sleezy old bag of bones and his gigantic milf gf. They are so obsessed with eachother but are on different sides... like rickety old Romeo and giant Juliet. Their interactions on whole cake are just them fighting and flirting the whole time.

[multifandomnonsense]

[sunnixsunshine]

RAAAAAAAAAH I USED UP ALL MY SHRINKY DINK SHEETS

I wonder if you can tell who my favorite characters are just by the sheer amount of pins made...

[merbear25]

hello :D, just to ask, How do you think the straw hats (or oneshot characters in general) would react to a friend with the personality of jjk's Todo Aoi, calling then brotha/sista including its woogie Boogie, have Nice day/night

Hey there! Wasn’t sure if you’d intended on having scenarios in my response, but I thought it’d be fun! Todo Aoi is…an interesting character to say the least. 😂 I hope you like what I’ve written for you. 💜💜

CW: SFW, gn!reader, headcanons/scenarios

When you’re a carbon copy of… Todo Aoi X OP

Loves it and plays into it: Franky, Luffy, Buggy, Ace

You brought so much life to wherever you went that they couldn’t resist joining in. Their personalities meshed well with yours, making forming friendships nearly effortless. Spending a lot of time together would result in them picking up your habits and visa versa.

Likes it: Usopp, Chopper, Brook, Sabo

They thought you brought a lot of good energy. You were supportive and had a good sense of humor. Even if you could be a bit much at times, they didn’t really mind. Your silly greetings never failed to get a smile or laugh out of them.

Neither here nor there: Robin, Zoro, Jinbe, Sanji, Nami

They took no issue in you or the way you presented yourself. However, they could do without some of the seemingly endless energy oozing out of you. That being said, there was no denying that you were loyal and reliable, meaning you were alright in their books.

Tolerates you (don’t push your luck): Smoker, Kid, Law, Caesar

Your attitude caught them off guard. The informality in your greetings made their eyes roll, but you weren’t too much of a headache to really get rid of. Most of the time they ignored you, wondering why they kept someone like you around.

Walking on eggshells around them: Crocodile, Doflamingo, Mihawk, Katakuri, Judge

The word ‘friend’ was a title you gave yourself. They either got tired of reminding you that you weren’t or they used it to their advantage, as long as you could serve a purpose. Your unwavering loyalty to friends would pose a threat to your well-being.

[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

Chapter 55: Operation Wedding Crash

A/N: And we are back at it again with another new chapter! Remember to read the latest chapter as well as tonight is a double post! We are finally getting to the ass kicking, while also a few revelations are starting to commence. We have a few POV.. Luffy, Y/N, Sanji. Thank you guys for the love on my fanfiction, as well as liking, reblogging, following along, etc! and without further ado, let the adventure begin!

This gif cause Sanji be looking way to good Kicking ass.

This gif because we finally getting Germa fighting back, until we all reach to Beges castle.

Sanji X Reader, One Piece x Reader, Sanji X Y/N 

Y/N POV… 

It all happened so fast—the gunshot echoed through the venue, sending a ripple of shock across the audience. My instincts kicked in as I bolted upright from my seat. "What’s happening up there?" I thought, my heart racing. Ichiji stood up alongside me, his hand reaching out as if to stop me.

"Princess, sit down. Don’t worry," he said, but his tone held a hint of uncertainty. Even Judge stood up, his eyes narrowed, clearly trying to figure out what just unfolded.

“Was that a gunshot?” a voice shouted from afar.

“No, the priest did it!” another person yelled in disbelief.

Chaos erupted in the hall. People began fleeing, and the energy shifted from anticipation to pure panic. Reiju looked at me, her sharp eyes glinting with realization. "Could it be…?" she asked softly.

I smirked, giving her a silent answer. She knew. The plan was in motion.

And then, as if to top off the insanity, the cake exploded—Luffy clones burst out from inside, swarming the room.

“Let’s go!” the real Luffy yelled, his voice standing out from the chaos. “I’m here, Y/N! Sanji!” He waved, still munching on cake as the clones wreaked havoc around him.

A wave of relief washed over me at the sight of him. "You’re here..." I sighed, feeling a surge of hope.

The entire Vinsmoke family stood frozen, completely dumbstruck by the display before them. Yonji and Niji were both speechless, while Ichiji tensed, his protective instincts kicking in. One of Luffy’s clones stumbled toward our table, grinning like an idiot.

I couldn't help but smile as I petted the clone’s head affectionately. “Y/N, what are you doing?!” Ichiji demanded, pulling me behind him, trying to shield me from the chaos.

Rolling my eyes, I carefully began to back away from him. Everyone was distracted—now was my chance to move. The cake began to collapse, pieces falling all around us, making the entire scene look like something out of a twisted comedy.

"Now this is what I call a wedding ceremony," I laughed, the absurdity of the situation catching up to me.

More Luffys popped out of the cake as Big Mom’s booming voice cut through the commotion. “Strawhat! Where are you?!” Her fury was palpable, and I could feel the tension building in the air.

“I know Luffy isn’t going to reveal himself that easily,” I thought, but before I could relax, the cake completely collapsed, sending debris flying everywhere.

And then, out of nowhere, Luffy made the most absurd move. “I’m right over here!” he yelled, standing boldly in front of Big Mom.

“THERE’S NO WAY!” I thought, my eyes widening in disbelief. Of course, only Luffy would pull something like this. But as I turned to my right, I saw King, and he gave me a reassuring nod. “Good,” I thought, feeling a surge of determination. Now all that was left was to continue with the plan, and we could all leave this place.

I clenched my left hand, adrenaline coursing through my veins, readying myself for the leap. “Y/N!” Ichiji yelled, his voice slicing through the chaos. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“What’s it look like? I’m protecting my captain!” I shot back, my voice laced with confidence as I soared through the air and landed beside Luffy.

“Y/N! See! I knew this would make you happy!” Luffy laughed, his infectious energy lifting my spirits as I chuckled along with him. “It really did, Captain,” I replied, our camaraderie reaffirmed as we turned our attention to Big Mom.

“Strawhat and you!” she bellowed, her finger pointed menacingly at me. I wasted no time and reached for my blade, feeling the familiar rush as a blue hue erupted around me. Electrical charges crackled through my body and the blade, amplifying my power.

Luffy took off, leaping into the air to spot the portrait we needed. I dashed alongside him, covering him just in case. “I’m waiting!” Big Mom taunted, her fury palpable.

“Prometheus, Zeus! Get ready! We are going to take out the whole crowd in one shot!” she commanded, her voice booming above the chaos.

“Luffy, keep running! I’m gonna buy us some time!” I yelled, and he nodded, sprinting toward the portrait without hesitation.

With determination surging through me, I clenched my right hand and punched the ground. Lightning erupted from my palm, filling the air with electric energy. Cracks spread out from the impact point, racing toward Big Mom and causing her to momentarily lose her balance.

“Come on, Luffy!” I thought, desperately hoping he’d destroy the portrait in time. “Gomu Gomu—!” Luffy began, only to be stopped mid-attack, his body frozen in place, bound by something unseen.

“Luffy!” I yelled, sprinting toward him, but before I could reach him, my hair was yanked hard, trapping me too.

The same sticky substance wound through my hair like vines, pulling me back and halting my movement. The harder I struggled, the tighter it became. My scalp stung with every pull.

“Let me go!” I screamed, tugging at my hair, but the sticky substance wouldn’t budge.

“This one’s the real Straw Hat. The others were merely transformed by Brûlée’s ability,” came an ominous voice, echoing through the chaos.

“Y/N!” Luffy’s voice was strained, but filled with concern.

“I’m fine, Captain! Don’t worry about me—ow!” I winced as the grip on my hair tightened even more. “I swear, if you’re planning on leaving me bald, I’m gonna—!”

Luffy grunted, trying to break free. “Damn it! Is this some kind of Devil Fruit power? My arms and legs won’t move!”

I tried pulling myself forward, but the sticky substance kept me sliding back, each movement making it worse. My blade, still strapped to my thigh, began to glow with a faint violet hue, reacting to my growing frustration.

“Katakuri, I can handle this!” Big Mom growled from the distance, but Katakuri raised a hand.

“That’s not the problem... He’s not after you, Mama. He’s after Mother Carmel’s portrait,” Katakuri explained, his voice calm and focused. He waved a hand, pulling both Luffy and me higher into the air with ease, suspending us as if we were mere toys. My hair was still bound, causing me to dangle awkwardly as I struggled to keep my balance.

“Fuck!” I cursed through gritted teeth.

“Y/N!” Luffy shouted again, dangling beside me, still trapped.

“How do you know the significance of the portrait? Only family members are privy to that secret,” Katakuri said, his sharp gaze on us as he began shaking both Luffy and me, sending jolts of pain through my body. I couldn’t help but let out a yelp.

“Who cares?!” Luffy shouted defiantly, still thrashing against his bindings.

Katakuri lifted us even higher, ready to slam us into the ground with immense force. The air around us seemed to tense as the ground below rushed up to meet us.

“Luffy! Y/N!” Pedro shouted in alarm.

“Leave it to me, Pedro!” Jinbei’s calm yet powerful voice cut through the panic.

I bit my lip, trying to focus through the pain, when suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in my head.

“I warned you about that hair, Princess!”

Before I could process the words, the grip on my hair loosened abruptly.

“Y/N! Watch out!” Luffy yelled as I began to fall.

I gasped, plummeting toward the table below. With just seconds to spare, I clenched my left hand, the adrenaline coursing through me, and I dashed toward the ground, landing with a thud but managing to stay upright. Jinbei’s quick water technique had freed Luffy, breaking Katakuri’s trap in the nick of time.

Breathing heavily, I stood up, barely catching my breath when a shadow loomed over me. I looked up, and standing next to me was a figure I knew all too well.

“Y/N! Watch out! Gomu Gomu—” Luffy began, but I raised my hand, stopping him.

“Luffy, wait. Stop.” I took a deep breath and gestured toward the towering figure beside me.

“This… this is King,” I said, my voice low but steady. King stood tall, his entire aura radiating power as his sword glowed an eerie blue.

King’s eyes met mine briefly, and then his focus shifted to the battlefield. His blade shimmered with a brilliant light, as if it held the force of the ocean itself within its steel.

With a swift, calculated move, he raised his sword high. The air around us shifted, the atmosphere thickening as droplets of moisture began to form. King’s Ocean Cleaver technique summoned water from the very air, condensing it into razor-sharp waves of liquid that surged forward with devastating force.

The water wasn’t just liquid—it moved like living steel, wrapping around the sticky substance that had bound my hair and Luffy’s limbs. The shimmering water sliced through Katakuri’s trap with ease, each wave of the technique cutting the bonds with surgical precision.

I watched in awe as the sticky gunk dissolved, evaporating into steam as the water met it. King’s mastery of his technique was undeniable; it wasn’t just raw power, it was control.

The water blades continued to swirl, moving gracefully before crashing down with a thunderous force, shattering the remnants of the trap that had held us. I was finally free.

"Water, huh?” I muttered between heavy breaths, brushing the last remnants of the gunk from my hair. “Didn’t know it could do that.”

King smirked slightly, his sword still glowing with the power of the ocean, as he glanced back at me.

“You’re welcome, Princess,” he said, his voice as calm as ever, the tension in the air around us thickening once more.

I began to shake my head, feeling a few loose strands fall onto my shoulders. "King, I swear, you better have given me a good cut!" I said, reaching up and realizing my hair now stopped just at my shoulders.

King chuckled, the sound deep and familiar. "I told you about that hair of yours years ago," he teased, causing my face to flush a little.

Before I could snap back at him, King shifted his attention toward Luffy. "You must be Straw Hat Luffy, correct?" he said, now standing tall in front of Luffy, his presence commanding.

Luffy, ever confident, grinned back at him. "Yeah! And I'm going to be King of the Pirates!"

"I've heard so much about you..." King said, his tone measured, but his eyes flicked briefly in my direction.

Luffy’s curiosity kicked in instantly. "How do you two know each other?"

I couldn’t help but smile at the memory, brushing a lock of my newly shortened hair away from my face. "Luffy, King was the man who trained me two years ago. That's where I learned all my tricks and techniques."

Luffy's eyes widened, a mix of excitement and shock in his voice. "You're the one who gave her those rings and weapons!" he yelled, pointing toward King. "The ones that glow!"

King nodded, crossing his arms. "That's correct. I even gave her the title of 'Princess,' as she deserved it," he added with a smirk, his eyes filled with pride.

Luffy, always quick to recognize strength, stepped forward eagerly. "You're here to help us?"

King’s smirk deepened, his presence commanding as his energy pulsed through the air. "I’m here to join you. A friend of the Princess is an ally of mine," he declared, his aura surging with power.

Turning to him, I made my decision. "King, protect Luffy. I’m going to protect Reiju," I said, securing my blade in its place on my thigh halter.

King nodded without hesitation.

"Luffy, King is going to take my place for a bit, but I’ll be back soon," I assured him.

Luffy grinned wide. "Sure! Wouldn’t want you to miss all the fun, anyway!"

I smiled, clenching my left hand as a burst of energy coursed through me. In an instant, I dashed toward the Vinsmoke table at lightning speed. Judge spotted me approaching and rose to his feet, his voice booming.

"Bunch of miscreants. Did they come to take Sanji—and you, Princess?" Judge sneered, making his way toward me.

My smirk widened. "I knew I should have kept you on a tighter leash," he spat with disdain.

"Maybe you should have," I replied, my confidence never wavering.

"The wedding's ruined at any rate," Niji grumbled, glancing around at the chaos. His expression was sour, but a slight smirk tugged at his lips.

"Well, I’ll be damned," Yonji chimed in, his gaze locking on me. "I thought Straw Hat was dead. And I didn’t know the Princess could pack a punch like that," he added, his voice laced with admiration.

I gave him a teasing smile. "There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me," I said, sending him a playful wink. I watched in amusement as his face turned slightly pink.

Before I could react further, Ichiji moved swiftly, grabbing my waist and yanking me close. His grip was firm, his breath hot against my face. "You think you can just stroll in here and entertain my brother in front of me like that?" he growled, jealousy burning in his eyes.

I met his glare with a smirk of my own. "You know," I taunted, "you look pretty damn good when you’re mad. I don’t know... it’s doing something to me." I laughed, watching his expression falter for a split second, caught off guard by my playful banter.

"Don't worry, Vinsmoke family... the Charlotte family shall take care of this matter lickety split," said Perospero, a sly grin spreading across his face. I couldn’t shake the feeling that his words were laced with deception. I know this is a trick...

Suddenly, Jinbei stepped forward, his voice steady and strong. "I’m leaving Big Mom’s crew to join the Straw Hats!" The declaration hung in the air, a challenge to the chaos surrounding us.

Big Mom’s expression darkened, and her aura shifted as she prepared to unleash her fury. "So, you’ve decided to betray me, Jinbei?" she thundered, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Well, let’s see how you fare against me!" She began to gather power, her Soul Pocus ready to ensnare him.

"I can’t be intimidated by a mere emperor of the sea!" Jinbei shot back defiantly, standing his ground.

"Yeah! Jinbei!" I cheered, adrenaline surging through me at the thought of him joining our crew.

Big Mom’s laughter filled the air, deep and ominous. "Congratulations, Jinbei! You’ve made a powerful enemy. I hope you’re happy!" With a wave of her hand, she summoned Prometheus, launching a massive attack aimed directly at Jinbei.

"Jinbei!" I yelled, ready to rush to his aid when Ichiji’s grip tightened around my wrist, pulling me back toward the table.

"Hey!" I stumbled, my balance thrown off as I struggled against him.

"You’re not going anywhere," Ichiji growled in a low, menacing voice.

"The hell I am!" I retorted, fire in my eyes. My determination surged, and I broke free from his grip, only for him to spin me around, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist, trapping me against him.

"I don’t think you understand the situation, Princess," he hissed, his breath brushing against my ear. "You’re not leaving my side."

I glared at him, every fiber of my being refusing to yield.

Nami POV…

So, that's King? I thought, my eyes widening as I watched the imposing figure stand beside Luffy. His presence was undeniable, a powerful aura radiating from him that made my heart race. "His power is incredible," I murmured to myself, barely able to tear my gaze away. I was crouched in our hiding spot with Carrot and Chopper, both of them blissfully focused on the frosting they were devouring.

“Y/N did tell us that he was strong, but I never would have imagined he was that strong,” I continued, my admiration for King growing with every passing moment. The way he commanded the room, the intensity in his gaze—it was clear that he was not someone to be underestimated.

“Who is he, Nami?” Carrot asked, frosting smudged on her cheeks, her curiosity piqued as she leaned in closer.

 “He trained Y/N during her two years away from us,” I explained, feeling a surge of pride for my friend. “She learned a lot from him, including some impressive techniques.” Suddenly, I glanced at Y/N and saw Ichiji gripping her wrists, preventing her from moving. “This asshole!” I exclaimed, my fists clenching in frustration. “We gotta do something!”

Carrot, her eyes wide with worry, nodded fervently. “We can’t just stand here! What do we do?”

“We have to wait for Brook to smash the portrait,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the urgency in my heart. “That’s our best chance to create a distraction.”

Just then, Jinbei stepped forward, declaring to Big Mom that he was leaving her crew to join us. “Yeah!” I yelled, a thrill of excitement rushing through me. “He’s so awesome!” Chopper cheered, his small fists raised in celebration as we watched Jinbei stand his ground against the massive presence of Big Mom.

As the battle between Jinbei and Big Mom intensified, my attention flickered back to Y/N, who was still struggling against Ichiji. Suddenly, one of Big Mom’s children shouted, “Hey! Someone smashed Mother Carmel’s portrait!”

“Yes! Nice work!” yelled Luffy, his voice filled with triumph.

But I noticed that Big Mom hadn’t screamed yet, which sent a wave of unease through me. “What’s taking her so long?” I murmured, anxiously glancing between the chaotic battle in front of me and the tense standoff with Y/N and Ichiji.

Y/N POV… 

I continued to struggle against Ichiji's grip, my heart racing as I caught a glimpse of Brook finally breaking Mother Carmel’s portrait. "Way to go!" I yelled, the excitement bubbling up inside me. Phase 2 was complete, but now it was time for Phase 3.

Yet, Big Mom remained silent. “What’s taking her so long?” I whispered to myself, my mind racing with anxiety as I squirmed in Ichiji's hold.

Ichiji’s grip was now focused on my wrists, and I could feel the pressure constricting my movements, his strength unyielding. "Quit squirming," he growled, his voice laced with annoyance. I winced, my chest pressing uncomfortably close to his, feeling the heat radiating from his body. The proximity sent my heart racing—not just from fear but from the unsettling intensity between us.

Chaos erupted all around us. I managed to turn my head just enough to see Luffy, Jinbei, and King fighting side by side, trying to buy more time until Big Mom’s inevitable scream. The picture had been smashed, but she still hadn’t reacted. What was taking so long?

"You imbeciles! Can no one here do anything right?!" Judge’s furious voice cut through the noise. He stood rigid, witnessing the chaos unfold around him. "Fetch our weapons and get these cretins under control!" he barked at Perospero, his rage palpable.

I was about to spit out a retort, but Ichiji’s grip on my wrists tightened again, cutting off my words. I bit my lip to stop the pained sound that threatened to escape. My head instinctively rested against his neck as I tried to gather my composure.

"You think you can keep me like this forever?" I whispered venomously into his ear, glaring up at him. "You’re sadly mistaken."

Ichiji didn’t respond with words but instead forced me into a chair beside him. I glanced at Niji, Yonji, and Reiju, all of them focused on the escalating battle and Judge’s orders. Ichiji’s right hand dangerously inched closer to my thigh, his fingers brushing against the skin just above my thigh holster, where my hidden blade lay, inches away from his hand.

"This new look suits you," Ichiji murmured as his hand slid into my short hair, his fingers lingering in the curls that had been left intact. He gripped my hair suddenly, pulling me closer to him, his eyes dark with intent. "As long as I have a good grip," he said lowly, his tone dripping with dominance, "you’ll be submitting."

Before I could even react, he kissed me. My eyes widened in shock, my body instinctively freezing. His hand trailed up toward my neck, and I felt a light pressure as he squeezed it, just enough to send a jolt through me. A sensation I wasn’t prepared for rolled over me, my eyes fluttering for a moment. He pulled away, leaving me breathless, his lips curling into a smug grin.

"I knew..." he whispered, his voice barely audible against the noise of the battlefield. "I knew you liked being dominated."

I wanted to scream, to hit him, to do anything but sit there powerless. Yet his grip on me, the situation, everything was too much, too fast.

Reiju and I exchanged a glance, both of us knowing what was coming. Her eyes mirrored my concern. Across the rooftop, Perospero continued with his deception, his sugary-coated words aimed at appeasing Judge and the others.

"Please, no need to worry," Perospero said smoothly. "I told you, we have this situation covered. Rest assured, you're in good hands with me. Take a lickety load off, okay? Just enjoy the show... you’re our guests, after all."

There was something ominous in his tone, the deception seeping through.

Sanji POV… 

As I sprinted through the chaos, carrying Pudding in my arms, my mind raced with conflicting emotions. Guilt gnawed at me. "I should be protecting Y/N!" The thought of her in danger cut through me like a knife. But here I was, trying to find safety for Pudding. "Are you okay, Pudding? Let's find someplace safe," I muttered, breathless from running.

Suddenly, I heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked. My eyes widened in shock as Pudding, the girl I was carrying to safety, aimed a pistol at me. With barely a second to react, I dropped her, narrowly dodging the bullet as it whizzed past my head.

"Pudding, stop!" I called out, bewildered.

Her expression twisted with something far darker than the sweet girl I thought I knew. "Be quiet! Look! This is the real me. See? Are you surprised? Or maybe... disappointed? Not to worry though, you won't have to live with the truth for long!" Her voice was sharp, laced with bitterness as she fired again, her hands shaking with emotion. I dodged each shot with precise movements, stepping closer to her, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"I've been conning idiots like you my whole life. You’re so easy to deceive!" Pudding's voice cracked, but her hands trembled more with each shot. She was running out of bullets.

I stared at her, my heart heavy. "And what about you?" I said quietly, stopping just a few steps away.

"What?!" she snapped, her voice rising with hysteria.

"What I mean is... you’ve been deceiving yourself too, haven’t you, Pudding?" I said softly, my eyes meeting hers.

Her eyes glistened, filled with unshed tears. "Shut up! What would you know?!" she yelled, her voice breaking as she wiped at her face furiously. "Don’t act like you understand!"

Tears finally spilled over, but before I could respond, Daifuku, one of her siblings, appeared out of nowhere. His towering form loomed over us as he sneered at Pudding. "You screwed this one up, Pudding," he muttered coldly.

Pudding's face fell. "Daifuku?!" she said, her voice trembling.

"We don’t have time to screw around like this," he barked, slapping her hard across the face. The force of the blow sent her flying across the battlefield.

"Hang on, Pudding!" I shouted, but Daifuku was already advancing on me, giving me no time to reach her.

"You already had your chance and you blew it," he growled, his eyes filled with contempt.

I leaped into the air, determined to protect her, despite everything. "Who the hell is this guy!" I muttered under my breath as I readied myself for the fight.

Luffy POV…

"Gomu Gomu no Jet Gatling!" I shouted, my fists a blur as they pounded into Big Mom’s children. Beside me, King moved with deadly grace, his blade slicing through the chaos like it was nothing.

“Nice job, King!” I called out, a grin on my face. He barely acknowledged me with a nod, his focus locked on the enemies before us. His skill was unreal, and even in the middle of all the chaos, he fought like nothing could touch him.

Out of nowhere, I felt something yank me backward, sending me crashing to the ground. “What the—”

Bege appeared above me, grinning as he stood over my fallen form.

"What's your deal, Bege?" I growled, trying to get back up, but before I could, he planted a foot on my chest, pinning me to the ground.

"Shut it, Strawhat," Bege said, leaning in. "I'm head of security. If I don’t make this look real, they’ll figure out what we’re up to."

I struggled under his weight, but he didn't budge. “I’ve captured the captain!” Bege shouted, making sure Big Mom’s kids heard.

“Good! Now kill him!” came a voice from one of her children.

I blinked in disbelief. “What?!” I yelled, panic rising in my chest as Bege reached for his gun.

"You know..." Bege said, almost lazily. "That ain't such a bad idea. Taking you out would save me a lot of trouble."

But before he could pull the trigger, a crackle of energy filled the air. A flash of light appeared between us as King’s sword swung down, stopping inches from Bege’s throat. The blade began to shimmer, bright blue lightning crawling up the metal, bolts arcing wildly, ready to strike.

King stood tall over me, his face unreadable, but his sword hummed with raw power. "That’s enough," he growled.

Bege froze, eyes widening as he stared at the lightning dancing along the edge of King’s sword. “Whoa, whoa, take it easy there,” he muttered, his cocky attitude vanishing in an instant.

King’s dark eyes narrowed, his voice cold as ice. “I may not know him,” he said, his sword sparking with energy, “but he’s very important to the princess. Anyone who harms him under my watch...”

He didn’t need to finish. The blue lightning flared, and the threat in his tone was more than clear.

Bege gulped, hands raised in surrender. "Alright, alright! Just doing my job!" The tension in his voice betrayed how rattled he was. "No need to go all electric on me."

King didn’t lower his sword. The blade crackled with power, arcs of blue lightning still flickering. “Keep your act going,” King said, his voice a quiet growl, “but remember: if you betray the princess, I will strike you down.”

Bege swallowed hard, giving a quick nod before backing away, hands still raised. “Sure, sure, we’re all on the same side here,” he muttered, clearly rattled.

"Anyway, listen—we hit a snag..." Bege muttered under his breath, glancing around nervously. His usual cocky tone was strained, clearly worried about the situation spiraling out of control.

"What’s taking Big Mom so long to scream?!" Jinbei shouted, his voice booming as he fended off multiple Charlotte siblings. His Fishman Karate moves were fluid, powerful, but the enemy was relentless. "I can’t hold them off much longer!" he yelled, frustration in his voice.

"Stop, Jinbei!" came a familiar voice. Oven appeared, his massive form crackling with heat. "Oven?!" Jinbei exclaimed, immediately recognizing the dangerous foe.

"Be careful, Pedro! Don’t let him make contact with you!" Jinbei warned, but it was too late. Pedro's sword clashed with Oven’s superheated body, and a wave of searing pain shot through him as his sword began to burn in his grip.

"Argh!" Pedro grunted, pulling back in pain, his hands singed from the intense heat.

I glanced around the battlefield, trying to focus amidst the chaos. "Brook! You okay?" I yelled, spotting my crewmate—or what was left of him. Brook’s skull rolled across the floor, his body lying in a heap nearby.

"Yohoho... just fine, Luffy!" Brook’s disembodied head called out in his usual cheery voice. Even in a situation like this, he managed to keep his humor intact.

King, standing beside me, glanced down at the talking skull with a raised brow. "You must be the skeleton the princess was talking about," King remarked, his voice low and almost curious as he eyed Brook’s severed head.

Brook, even as a severed head, managed to keep his upbeat attitude. "Ah, the princess speaks highly of me, it seems! Yohoho!"

"I didn’t know you could do that, Brook! You’re like a detachable toy!" I laughed despite the chaos.

"Luffy, we need to stay focused," Brook replied, his tone serious even as his head sat separated from his body.

Judge’s voice boomed angrily from nearby. "What is the meaning of this?! How dare you pull something like this on us!" I turned my attention toward him and saw the Vinsmokes, including Y/N, wrapped in Perospero’s thick candy.

"Y/N!" I yelled, my heart racing as I watched her struggle, the sticky candy holding her tightly. She thrashed, but it only seemed to pull her deeper into the sugary trap.

"Princess!" King roared beside me, his eyes glowing with rage as he gripped his sword, now crackling with blue lightning. The air around him buzzed with electric energy, and he looked ready to charge straight into the chaos, aiming to cut down anyone who dared harm her.

"King, hold on!" I quickly stretched out my arms, wrapping them around him to hold him back. "Y/N wouldn’t want you to get hurt! We’ve gotta stick to the plan!"

King’s eyes, still glowing gold, locked onto mine, filled with fury and concern. For a moment, it felt like he might rip free of my grasp and go after her anyway. Then, he took a deep breath, lowering his sword just a little, though the electricity still buzzed along its edge. "If anything happens to her, Strawhat, it’s on you," he growled, his voice like thunder, but he stayed his charge.

"Don’t worry, we’re going to save her! We just need Big Mom to scream, and then we can break everyone free!" I promised, glancing toward the chaos around us. Jinbei, Pedro, and the others were still fighting off Big Mom’s children, and time was running out. Big Mom needed to react, and fast.

Y/N POV…

"What is the meaning of this?!" Judge roared, thrashing in his candy binds as guns pressed cold against the back of our heads. My own body was tightly restrained by Perospero’s sickeningly sweet trap, and I couldn’t stop myself from struggling. I twisted and pulled, the sticky restraints tightening more with every move.

"Is that really necessary?!" I shouted, my voice raw from the effort as I fought against the candy-coated chains, and the charlotte family appeared behind us cocking their guns.

"You’re licked," Perospero smirked, his voice dripping with arrogance as he approached me, his candy scepter raised.

"Even in the underworld, we honor decency!" Judge snapped, his struggles becoming more desperate.

"You said it—underworld!" I shouted, not backing down despite the tension in the air. "Guess what? We’re not there!"

Perospero’s smirk only deepened as he stepped even closer. "The princess has quite a mouth on her," he said mockingly, his scepter inching toward my face. "Your death is going to be quite the scene."

I spat in his face, my fury spilling over. For a moment, everything was still. Then, with a cold, furious gleam in his eyes, Perospero wiped the spit from his cheek and brought his candy scepter down, striking me hard across the face. Pain exploded in my skull as my head snapped to the side, blood instantly pouring from the wound. I gasped, the sharp sting blurring my vision as I struggled to stay conscious, my breathing now heavy and ragged.

"Y/N!" Ichiji’s voice rang out, a raw edge of rage searing through the air. I barely turned my head toward him, the pounding in my skull making it difficult to focus. His usual calm demeanor was shattered, replaced by a burning fury I hadn’t seen before.

"Ichiji..." I whispered, forcing a weak smile despite the sharp pain radiating through my body. "I’m fine..."

His face twisted in anger, eyes darkening as his fist clenched. “Perospero, if you touch her again, I’ll kill you where you stand!” His voice was low, vibrating with fury, barely contained.

Perospero glanced lazily in Ichiji's direction, amusement glinting in his eyes. He didn't seem the least bit concerned by Ichiji’s threat, almost savoring the tension in the air. “Touchy, touchy, aren’t we? Such strong feelings for the princess.” His grin widened wickedly, clearly enjoying the power he held over us.

Ichiji's gaze sharpened his stance tense with barely restrained violence. “She’s my wife!” he yelled, the words a growl that was almost feral.

Perospero chuckled, a low, mocking sound. “For someone who was born without a lick of emotions, it seems your wife here causes quite the stir in your heart," he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Who knew the ice-cold Vinsmoke could be so... possessive?” He eyed me with a smirk, the gleam of amusement never leaving his face.

Ichiji’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as his grip on the situation became even more dangerous. “Don’t mistake my control for weakness, Perospero,” he growled, the tension in the air thickening. “I don’t take kindly to anyone touching what’s mine.”

"Answer me!" Judge demanded, his voice trembling with frustration and anger.

"A little late to whine about it now, Father," Ichiji shot back, his tone laced with bitterness. He turned to me, his gaze softening slightly. "We sure walked into this one, huh? This candy has us bound."

Yonji chimed in, his voice full of frustration but tinged with humor. "They swiped all our weapons at the gate. They even have our raid suits. And since the princess can’t reach for her weapons… well, we’re pretty much screwed." He smirked at me. "By the way, sister-in-law, nice spit landing on Perospero. Hot-blooded women have my heart."

"Really, Yonji? At a time like this?" I replied, shaking my head, though a faint smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.

"Hey, I’m just making a statement, that’s all," Yonji said, trying to lighten the mood despite the tension surrounding us.

"Hopeless," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head as the dire situation settled in.

"I guess we aimed too high, huh?" Niji added with a laugh, glancing at Yonji. The two of them chuckled like they weren’t in the middle of a life-or-death situation.

"What is wrong with you? Stop laughing!" Judge barked, the stress clearly getting to him as he thrashed against the candy binds.

I turned to Reiju, catching her eye and giving her a small, reassuring smile. She nodded slightly, though I could see the concern in her eyes.

"Oh my goodness," Perospero said with mock exasperation. "As far as assassinations go, this is quite sad." He flicked his tongue out, taunting us with his twisted grin. "Are you tongue-tied, princess?"

I rolled my eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. "No, but I’m getting tired of hearing you talk."

Niji let out a low chuckle, his eyes flickering toward Ichiji. "Ichiji, your wife has some nasty claws," he said with a teasing grin, clearly proud of the chaos I was stirring.

Ichiji's eyes narrowed slightly, but a faint smirk tugged at his lips. "I wouldn’t have it any other way," he replied, his tone full of both admiration and intensity as he glanced at me.

"Always the charmer," I muttered under my breath, still struggling against the candy binds. Despite everything, the banter between the brothers lightened the mood—if only for a moment.

"Really?" Yonji chimed in with a playful smirk. "Hot-headed and a fighter. I don’t know if I should be impressed or terrified."

"You should be focused on getting out of these binds, not flirting with your sister-in-law," I shot back, rolling my eyes at Yonji's antics.

"Hey, I'm just saying," Yonji grinned, unfazed. "But yeah, let's save the compliments for after we get out of this mess."

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his nonchalance, though part of me appreciated the attempt to keep the mood light. As my gaze shifted, I saw someone familiar standing near Luffy—King. His towering figure was brimming with intensity, blue lightning crackling around him, ready to strike down anyone who dared stand in his way.

"King..." I thought, feeling a strange mix of relief and apprehension. I knew King well enough to understand that once he was riled up, he was a force of nature. His golden eyes were locked on Perospero, and the tension between them was palpable. He looked ready to obliterate anyone who even thought about harming me.

But then I saw Luffy's rubber arms wrapped around King, holding him back. "Luffy's stopping him?" I wondered, slightly surprised. I could tell that King wanted to unleash hell on anyone who threatened me, but Luffy wasn’t letting him.

"Good," I muttered to myself. I was grateful for Luffy’s intervention—if King charged in now, things could spiral out of control fast. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to get caught in the crossfire, especially with all this blue lightning swirling around them, intensifying with every second. It was like a storm ready to break at any moment.

"Ohhh, he mad mad," I thought, watching King, the energy around him crackling with pure rage. His patience was wearing thin, and honestly, I didn’t blame him.

"Just hold on a little longer," I whispered to myself, my eyes flicking back to my binds. I just needed a small opening, a tiny chance to break free. And then... things would get real. 

"I've worked so hard... I've devoted my entire life to this! I've shed blood, sweat, and tears for the Germa Empire. Big Mom, what do you have to say for yourself?!" Judge screamed, tears streaming down his face. His once-proud composure had crumbled in front of everyone, and it was honestly a little hard to watch. Not because I felt bad for him, but because the man who claimed to be so strong was now groveling in defeat.

"What’s that? Germa’s going to be wiped out today?" a bystander shouted, feeding into the chaos.

"Ohhh, the news is hot today!" chimed in the bird, snapping more pictures as the crowd laughed.

"Great, just what we need. Headlines tomorrow." I rolled my eyes, listening to the mocking voices around us.

"Germa's leader is bawling his eyes out!" another bystander taunted, drawing even more laughter.

"Please... tell me it’s all a lie..." Judge cried, his voice cracking in desperation.

Perospero, looking thoroughly amused by the scene, decided to step in. "Mama’s not in any state to respond, you're wasting your time. When Mother Carmel's portrait shattered, it caused quite the stir. I admit, I felt something twist inside me for a moment, but Mama’s rage just... well, it finished the job." He stepped closer, his cane tapping rhythmically against the ground as he loomed over me. “Now, Princess,” he continued with an unsettling grin, “once you’re consumed, we’ll be unstoppable—thanks to Germa 66, of course. And those lovely little weapons you carry.”

"Yeah, yeah, keep talking," I replied coolly. "I’m getting tired of hearing your voice, anyway."

"Feisty, aren’t we?" Perospero sneered, his eyes narrowing. "You’re playing with fire."

"Please, I’ve faced worse than you," I retorted, my gaze unwavering. "And for the record, danger’s the best thing for the soul."

Perospero paused, eyes flickering with something close to intrigue, as if I was somehow different from the countless others he’d dealt with. I couldn’t help but glance over at Ichiji, his jaw clenched, his gaze locked onto us with intensity.

I let a smirk tug at my lips. "Besides, my husband doesn't seem to mind a little danger, does he?" I said, deliberately locking eyes with Ichiji. The blush that crept across his face didn’t go unnoticed, and for a moment, his stoic expression wavered.

Niji, of course, couldn’t resist. "Yo, Ichiji, your wife’s got quite the mouth on her!" he chuckled, making Yonji snicker too.

Ichiji’s face turned a deeper shade of red, and I couldn't help but feel a little victorious. "You’re not wrong," he muttered, half-embarrassed but also clearly impressed.

Perospero sneered, though he seemed less confident now. "A mouth like that might get you into more trouble than you think, Princess," he warned.

"Try me," I shot back, the fire in my voice unmistakable. "You wouldn’t last ten minutes with me."

Ichiji visibly stiffened, his eyes flickering with pride and a hint of something else—protectiveness, maybe? Whatever it was, it didn���t go unnoticed by Perospero, who clearly didn’t like being challenged like this.

"Careful, Princess," Perospero's voice took on a darker, more menacing tone as he leaned in closer, his candy scepter tapping against the ground ominously. "You may be married, but that sharp tongue of yours is going to get you into some serious trouble."

"Good," I shot back with a defiant grin, staring him down without a hint of fear. "I like trouble."

Perospero’s grin faltered, but before he could respond, I added, "And another thing, candy man—what’s Pudding’s deal with me anyway? Maybe she’s bitter and jealous." I shrugged nonchalantly, knowing the jab would irritate him.

His expression darkened further, his lips curling into a snarl.

"Regardless, if she wants to fight, let her know I’m more than ready. Hell, I’ll take both you and her on. Let’s make it a family affair." My voice dripped with sarcasm, daring him to react, my grin never fading.

Perospero clenched his jaw, visibly irritated now. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Princess," he sneered. "But don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get a front-row seat to the Vinsmoke family's destruction. Maybe then that attitude of yours will fade away."

"Maybe," I replied with a smirk, "but probably not."

Ichiji, watching the exchange, narrowed his eyes at Perospero, his temper clearly rising. He strained against the candy binds, his voice low and angry. "If you so much as touch her again, I’ll make sure you regret it."

Perospero glanced at him with mock amusement. "Such fierce loyalty. How sweet... but misguided."

"Yeah, we’ll see about that," I muttered under my breath, already planning my next move.

Sanji POV.. 

"Y/N!" I heard Luffy’s voice cut through the chaos. As I battled Daifuku, trading blows with him, I caught sight of Luffy, his face contorted with rage as blue electricity crackled violently around someone standing beside him. Whoever they were, they held a blade to Bege. "Who the hell is that?" I thought, my focus wavering for just a moment.

My heart dropped when I followed Luffy’s gaze, realizing what he was looking at. My family—along with Y/N—were all trapped in candy, bound by Perospero's twisted creation. “Y/N!” I yelled, panic rising in my chest. "Damn it! This wasn’t supposed to happen!" I cursed under my breath, ducking as Daifuku sent another wave of attacks toward me, his genie looming above, ready to strike.

I dodged the next assault, but my eyes stayed fixed on Y/N, who was still struggling in the candy bindings. Guns were now aimed at the back of her head—and the heads of the rest of my family. I could hear her voice, filled with frustration and rage, even from this distance. "Is that really necessary?!" she yelled, trashing in her restraints.

Perospero slithered closer to her, that smug grin plastered across his face as if he had already won. But Y/N, in true form, spat right in his face.

I smirked, despite the situation. "Oh, she’s really mad now," I thought.

But then, my smirk vanished. Perospero raised his candy scepter and struck Y/N on the head, hard. I watched in horror as she gasped, her head snapping to the side, her body faltering as she slumped closer to where Ichiji sat. Her breathing became shallow and ragged, and a dark rage boiled inside me. She was hurt. He hurt her.

“We need something!” I shouted, my voice shaking with desperation as I blocked another strike from Daifuku’s genie. “We’ve got one shot to take them all out simultaneously, and we need to make it count!”

My mind raced, searching for a plan, any plan, to get her out of there, to stop the guns aimed at her head before it was too late. "I can’t lose her," I thought, my eyes burning with a mix of fear and fury.

I threw a powerful kick toward Daifuku, my mind already turning to Y/N, my family, and what I had to do next. "Just hang in there, Y/N. I’m coming for you," I swore under my breath, determined to save her from this nightmare.

Luffy POV…

“We need to go help them out!” I shouted, my heart racing as I watched Y/N and Sanji’s family in peril. King’s energy crackled beside me, ready to explode. “What are we waiting for? We can’t let them stay like that!”

“I knew that trick would be nothing but trouble,” King said, a hint of amusement breaking through his fierce demeanor as he recalled Y/N’s bold spit at Perospero. “But honestly, he should know better than to taunt our princess.”

Just then, a wave of anger crashed over me as I saw Perospero strike Y/N with his candy scepter, blood spilling from the side of her head. “Y/N!” I yelled, rage boiling within me.

“Luffy, wait! Listen to me!” Brook’s voice cut through the chaos, drawing our attention. Both King and Bege turned to him, concern etched on their faces. “We need to tread carefully. Big Mom is in an emotional frenzy, and she doesn’t know what to focus on first… If we can show her the broken picture again, it might distract her.”

I looked at Brook’s head, trying to grasp his strategy. “Sure! If that’s what we need to do, let’s do it!” I said, my determination unwavering.

But Bege quickly countered, “Buddy… that ship has sailed.”

Before I could respond, I felt a heavy presence approach. “Strawhat, what’s wrong?” King asked, his eyes narrowing, scanning the area.

“That tall guy from before is coming!” I said, pushing myself up, ready for action.

“Katakuri? Good. Change of plans, then,” Bege said, a serious tone creeping into his voice. “If Katakuri’s looking pale, it means he’s seen a future where things go south. You think that’s true, Strawhat?”

“Just leave it to me! Let’s go, King!” I declared, adrenaline surging through my veins. King nodded, his resolve mirroring my own.

Y/N POV… 

I continued to thrash against the candy binds, frustration boiling inside me. If only I could clench my left fist, I could melt this stuff off. I felt the heat within me, but the restraints held tight, a suffocating reminder of my situation.

“Equip your invisible symphonia!” Bege shouted. My eyes widened in realization as the words registered. The earplugs! He was trying to give us a fighting chance, but I still couldn’t reach anything. He literally could have just said earplugs, I thought, rolling my eyes internally.

“Bege?…” Perospero’s voice cut through the chaos, irritation radiating off him. “What the hell is he doing?” another one of Big Mom's children yelled, confusion mirroring my own.

“Looks like you weren’t prepared, I see,” I taunted, feeling a rush of adrenaline. “I don’t know what it is with you Big Mom men, always overcompensating when you’re clearly lacking in that department.”

Just then, Perospero swung his candy scepter and struck my head once more. A sharp, banging pain echoed through me, and I gritted my teeth as more blood began to trickle down my face. Son of a... I muttered, barely able to keep my composure.

“Y/N!” Ichiji yelled, his voice thick with rage, but I could sense the worry lurking beneath. Reiju kept looking at me with a mix of disbelief and concern, as if she thought I was insane for facing off against Perospero like this.

“You think you’re clever, huh, princess?” Perospero spat, leaning in closer, his grip tightening on my hair.

I spat again, a little bit of blood landing on his face. The action made my heart race, a burst of defiance that I couldn't suppress. I couldn’t back down now. "Clever enough to push your buttons, then yes, yes I am," I shot back, smirking through the pain, determined not to let him see me falter.

Perospero’s grip on my hair tightened further, a twisted sneer on his lips as he leaned in even closer. I could feel the heat building inside me, pushing me to fight back. “Face it… you’re all talk, no action. Even you know it, candy man,” I taunted, glaring up at him, trying to hide how much the pain was starting to take its toll.

With a sudden release, Perospero let go of my hair, and my head fell forward momentarily. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment to gather my thoughts. The tension in the air was thick, and I could feel another gun cocked to my head. I turned to see who it was. "Not trying to risk me kicking your asses, huh?" I said, turning back to Perospero with a grin.

“Shut up!” one of Big Mom’s siblings barked, their irritation palpable.

"Ohhh, touchy!" I shot back. "Did I strike a nerve?" I smirked, catching Yonji and Niji laughing in my periphery.

Suddenly, a single rod of blue lightning shot next to me, causing one of the bystanders to lose his grip on the gun. "Aww, look who got scared," I teased, pouting playfully. "How did she conjure lightning?" one of them wondered, their voice tinged with disbelief.

Rolling my eyes, I thought, I know that power anywhere... King must have sent one to give me a heads up. My gaze flicked to the battle happening in front of me. Luffy and King were making their way to Big Mom, holding that damn portrait. Brook was facing Oven, while Pedro, Jinbei, and Bege fought against Katakuri. Okay, so it looks like we still have a chance, I thought, feeling a flicker of hope.

“Hey, Peros, finish them already!” Katakuri yelled, rushing to stop Luffy and King.

“I’m getting to that...” Perospero replied, a hint of annoyance in his tone. “So antsy, my brother is. He wants me to wrap this up lickety-split. He gets antsy because he sees the future, but he’s not the only one who will know what will happen next.” He continued tauntingly, “Since you are all bound with candy, you'll die with tears and all.”

“You bastard...” Judge said, his voice cracking as tears fell from his eyes.

“If we had our Raid suits, then we would be the ones laughing!” he added, frustration evident in his tone.

“Have to say, I was looking forward to seeing my husband over here in his Raid suit,” I chimed in, glancing at Ichiji. “I don’t know, just something about a man in uniform really does it for me.”

“Is that so?” Ichiji replied, a teasing smile creeping onto his face. “I’d be sure to wear it just for you, but only if you promise to keep your claws to yourself.”

Suddenly, I noticed a red hue beginning to glow on my right thigh. Hmmm, about time, I thought, feeling a surge of energy course through me. Perospero continued to taunt Judge, “How sad, you tried to sneak a weapon at your own son’s wedding and got caught.”

“You’re missing something here, Perospero,” I said, smirking. “Even without their Raid suits, they’d still be able to kick your ass.”

“Let’s just kill her already!” yelled another bystander, but before they could make a move, a sharper bolt of blue lightning struck beside him, causing him to drop his gun with a yelp.

“Pull yourself together!” Perospero barked, frustration lacing his tone.

“Aww, is someone afwaid of a wittle wightning?” I taunted, my voice dripping with mock sweetness. I could see the anger boiling beneath Perospero’s surface, and it only fueled my confidence.

The candy bindings continued to weaken, and I felt the surge of energy coursing through my body, a vibrant mix of red and blue crackling at my fingertips.

“Leave now, Reiju and Y/N!” yelled a familiar voice, causing me to turn.

“Sanji…” I whispered, my heart racing.

As Sanji made his way towards us, Daifuku launched an attack, forcing him to dodge. “That jackass, what is he doing anyway, sticking his nose in our mess?” Yonji scoffed, but I could see the tension in his shoulders.

Reiju and I exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between us. We both sent Sanji a small smile, one that carried a weight of unspoken emotions, as if this might be the last time we’d see him.

“Run!” he yelled, determination etched on his face even as he continued to battle Daifuku.

“Look at that, Judge,” Perospero sneered, “he wants to rescue you. How sweet. But sadly, it’s over for you Vinsmokes. And as for you, princess… I’ll be sure to make your death painful.”

 His words hung in the air, but just then, another bolt of blue lightning crackled dangerously close to his scepter, causing him to flinch. “Enough of that!” Perospero barked, gripping my hair once more. “I know you’re behind this!”

“If only you knew…” I shot back, a defiant smirk playing on my lips. “Now, let the lickety fun commence!”

Reiju closed her eyes, preparing for the worst, and I felt a rush of anxiety surge through me. Luffy… where are you? I thought, gritting my teeth in frustration.

Suddenly, Big Mom began to scream, a sound so powerful it felt like it reverberated through the air. They did it! I realized, and everyone at the table dropped their weapons, gritting their teeth against the overwhelming noise. I could feel the tension rising, each second stretching into an eternity.

Then, as abruptly as it began, the scream stopped. I looked up and saw Nami, plugging earplugs into my ears, her smile radiating relief. I returned her smile, grateful for her quick thinking.

Just then, Sanji came crashing down from the sky, using Diable Jambe to break the candy bindings that had held us captive. Relief washed over me as I felt the candy's grip release. Nami handed me my satchel, and without wasting a moment, I reached for my second blade, twisting it in my hands as energy surged through me once more.

I placed the blade on my thigh halter and grabbed Zoro's bandana, tying it securely around my head. Finally, I took my sword, pressing the three gemstones embedded in its hilt. It extended before me, red lightning and flames dancing along its blade, illuminating the chaos around us.

“Ahhh, come to mama,” I said, my voice laced with determination. As I stood up, Nami handed me Ichiji's raid suit, and I quickly handed it to him. Chopper and Carrot began distributing the rest of the raid suits to everyone, ensuring that Niji and Yonji received their headphones, while Reiju, Judge, and Ichiji got earplugs. Nami shot me a quick nod, signaling that it was time to move.

Just as I made my way toward her, Ichiji pulled me toward him, and the closeness—combined with the chaos around us and Sanji standing right there—created a tension that was hard to ignore. He removed his shades, revealing eyes that held more than just darkness, lust, or hunger; there was something deeper that I couldn't quite grasp. And then, before I could react, he kissed me softly, the tenderness of his lips saying what words couldn't: "I'm glad you're okay… or you scared me back there."

I pulled away, breathless, emotions swirling inside me. He pushed a lock of my hair behind my ear, his expression shifting to anger as he eyed the blood on my face. I winced slightly, and he nodded before turning back to face his family, ready for the fight ahead.

Nami, witnessing the whole thing, smirked at me and said, “We definitely are going to talk about this.” Chopper, Carrot, Nami, and I gathered at the edge of the table. “I know you can’t hear me, but we’re leaving the rest up to you guys!” Nami called out, as Carrot charged up with electricity and I readied my sword.

Big Mom continued her piercing scream, and then Bege launched a massive cannon with Gotti and Vito. “Come on!” I thought, my heart racing. Suddenly, Big Mom managed to destroy the launcher with her scream, causing us all to widen our eyes in shock. “Oh my… God,” I muttered, shaking my head. “I knew those launchers weren’t going to be enough.”

“Ahh!” Nami, Carrot, and I screamed in frustration; that was the whole point of our plan! I glanced around to see King next to Luffy, Brook, Pedro, and Jinbei. “Okay, he’s safe,” I reassured myself. Nami gripped my shoulder and Chopper’s shoulder, signaling us that we had to go as Bege and the others began to retreat. We sprinted behind Luffy and the crew when suddenly, Big Mom destroyed the mirror, our escape route.

“Well, this is eventful,” I thought, feeling the panic rising. King turned briefly to ensure I was still behind him. I mouthed to him, “Stay with Strawhat.” He nodded, understanding my silent command. Just then, Bege transformed into a giant castle, his voice booming, “Allies... get your asses in here until we come up with something!”

“SO COOL!” yelled Chopper seeing Bege transform into a castle. “This is no time to be excited!” Nami yelled, her voice cutting through the chaos as we ran. “We can get excited later, Chopper!” I added, my sword still firmly in hand, and Nami's Clima-Tact gripped tightly.

Suddenly, Caesar flew past us, and I landed smack dab in the middle of Big Mom’s cake. “I hate you, Caesar!” I shouted, trying to wipe the frosting off me. Nami struggled to free Chopper from the sticky mess, while I wrestled with Carrot, finally managing to pull her out.

“Come on, come on!” I urged, finally getting Chopper free as we dashed toward the castle gates. “Hey! Get in the castle!” Luffy called out. “Princess, hurry!” King urged. “I would hurry!” Brook yelled, but we were trying!

Before we could reach safety, one of Big Mom’s children blocked our path. “Not so fast!” he sneered. “Cover them! Don’t be slow, Lelo!” commanded Vito. Suddenly, Nami was caught by Smoothie’s grasp. “Oh no, Nami!” I yelled.

“Hold on!” I shouted, clenching my left hand as I leaped toward Nami, preparing to land a tremor kick when something hot seized my leg. “What the…?” I exclaimed, looking down to see Oven’s wicked grin. “I gotcha now!” he taunted.

Flames erupted from my clenched fist, forming a barrier against his heat. I raised my right hand, sword poised, and slashed at his grip, forcing him to falter. But before I knew it, Daifuko caught me, both my hands trapped in his iron grip along with my sword. “Damn it!” I yelled in frustration.

“Princess!” King shouted, but I was too focused to respond. “Stay back!” I commanded, but Luffy was already moving, trying to reach us. “Y/N!” Nami cried out, panic lacing her voice as Luffy faced more of Big Mom’s siblings.

Chopper, in his Kung Fu point, tried to rescue Nami but was also caught by Oven. “It’s hot! Ow! Ow!” he yelled. “Chopper!” I yelled back, my heart racing. “I got you, Chobro!” Carrot shouted, only to be grabbed by Daifuko as well. “Carrot! You okay?” I called, desperately trying to assess the situation as Daifuko began shaking me.

“Quit shaking me!” I yelled, thrashing against him, my legs kicking in protest. “Stupid genie!” I shouted, but he only tightened his grip.

Just then, a massive explosion caught my attention, and standing in the flames were Niji, Yonji, Reiju, Judge, and Ichiji, all wearing their raid suits. My heart raced as I spotted Ichiji, his uniform looking sharp and formidable. “Well, I’ll be damned,” I thought, momentarily distracted.

Suddenly, Perospero launched a wave of candy at them, but Ichiji moved with lightning speed, yelling, “All in face our scientific might... and those who hurt my wife... will kneel!” He landed a swift punch to Perospero, and I felt a blush creep onto my face at his declaration.

Niji managed to kick Oven, freeing Chopper just as Carrot and I were hurled into the air. Yonji struck Daifuko, sending him reeling. “Ahh!” we both yelled, preparing for impact. But before I could hit the ground, Ichiji caught me mid-air, landing gracefully and smirking down at me. “You okay, darling?” he asked, his tone teasing.

I could only nod, still in shock. “I… umm… I…” I stammered, my heart racing.

“Use your words, princess,” he said, grinning.

“Thanks for the catch,” I managed, feeling a rush of gratitude and something deeper.

“Like I said, I vowed to protect you, didn’t I?” he replied with a chuckle, echoing his wedding vows.

Reiju swooped in, saving Nami as she too was flung into the air. “Nami!” I shouted, rushing to where she landed safely in Sanji's arms. “Phew,” I sighed in relief as Chopper, Carrot, and I regrouped, ready to make a break for it.

“You guys okay?” Chopper asked anxiously.

“Luffy!” we all yelled, spotting him leading the charge toward the castle. “Quickly!” Brook urged, and together we dashed toward the castle gates, the thrill of the battle igniting a fierce determination within me. As we entered the castle, I knew we were far from safe.

[hatsbuckets]

Seriously how do people ever become billionaires or big millionaires.

I would literally be giving away my money for arts/stem/healthcare/museums and like university endowments all the time

Like hnnnngggggg

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FANFIC IDEAAAS

Imagine the strawhats are high school students (we know some are teachers), and Sanji suddenly is absent for a whole week, no calls, no texts, just silence, and they all realise that they know nothing abt Sanji.

They go w Zeff, and he tells them that Sanji is in his house and gives them the address.

They arrive, and Senju opens the door, they are shocked cuz she is basically s female Sanji (but they didn't know abt her).

They enter the house (by force) and demand to see and talk w Sanji. They find him, but he doesn't recognise them, bc is not Sanji, is Niji (they are all blonde).

They find out that Sanji is hurt and Hudgd tells them that he is not going back to school, and they tell him abt Sanji wanting to go to the All Blue University.

Judge gets mad ( he didn't allow Sanji to cook. Even his brothers being jerks didn't tell his dad abt his plans for the future) and kick the Strawhats out of the house.

[Yall know saltburn?, like, the mansion had that name, this mansion can be Germa, and I want them to react like in big hero 6 when they found out Fred was rich].

And that's the main concept lol

(Dont got much time, bye y'all)