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[dragonanon]

«Dear Diary,»

Part 1.

P: Luffy x F!Reader x Zoro

Summary: When the Captain’s crush is crushing on someone else, things can get messy...

CW: Jealous Luffy, Angsty Luffy, Pervert Luffy, Stalker Luffy, (my boy's going through it, okay?) M!Masturbation, non-consensual voyeurism, prey play undertones, NSFW content.

WC: 2411 words.

Notes: this is only the first part, like an introduction to the main thing from Luffy's POV. Who knows what might happen in the second.. or who might join the fun, wink wink.

He remembered the first morning you stumbled aboard the Going Merry, the salt breeze catching your hair while a satchel hung from your shoulder, your eyes wide as you took in the brightly painted sails and the creaking wooden deck.

Luffy's grin had stretched so wide it almost looked painful. His straw hat nearly flew off as he rushed over full of elbows, noise and too much excitement to contain.

"You came!" Luffy had yelled, bouncing on his feet as he smacked your back hard enough to make you stumble.

Whenever the crew split up for errands like gathering resources on the next island or scouting the coastline, Luffy would always insist you go with him.

He'd volley questions your way as you ducked beneath vines or wandered narrow paths between houses, his pace quick and always eager to stay beside you.

When Sanji would lay out plate after plate of meat and vegetables at dinner, Luffy would just plop down beside you without hesitation, even though three empty seats begged from the other side of the long table.

His elbow nudged yours unconsciously whenever you paused to sketch in your diary and leaning closer, he whispered,

"What are you drawing now?"

You shot him that familiar glare that said, 'eyes off' and with a sheepish grin, he turned back to his own meal.

That diary was your sanctuary.

Bound in dark leather, its pages held intricate sketches of crumbling fortresses, breathtaking landscapes and sometimes the faint outlines of your crewmates resting.

One morning, you caught sight of Luffy's shadow hovering over your bunk, his straw hat tipped back and his gaze locked onto the diary's cover as you were about to open it.

Without thinking, you slammed your hand down with such force that the wood planks beneath you trembled.

"Don't you dare." You hissed.

The words came out sharper than you meant and for a heartbeat, you watched his smile falter.

After that, he never asked again.

To Luffy, that book became a line drawn in red ink.. off-limits.

Whenever you laughed at his cheesy jokes or brushed a stray lock behind your ear, the flutter in his chest made no sense.

Luffy was a pirate, not a poet or a natural flirt like his blonde crewmate and to him, love felt as foreign as a calm sea in the heart of a storm.

Still, when night fell and the lanterns guttered low while the world outside grew quiet, his hand would drift beneath his pants, fingers wrapping around his swollen cock, slick and throbbing with need.

His thumb rubbed over the sensitive slit at the tip, dragging thick, sticky pre come across it, warming it nicely.

Luffy bit his lip, breath hitching as his palm clenched tight, jerking hard and fast whilst the rough wood of the bed creaked under him.

His mind swirled with thoughts of you.

Soft skin, the perfect curves of your body, the way you bit your lip whenever he caught you concentrating..

Soon, heat pooled deep in his balls, burning with desperate need as his hips jerked off the bed, grinding against the sheet while chasing the tightening coil in his stomach.

A strangled groan tore from his throat and his body convulsed violently.

Hot ropes spilt over his fingers, soaking his palm before dripping onto the floor and sweat slicked his skin while his chest heaved, heart pounding loud enough to echo in his ears.

He couldn't be bothered to stand for a towel, so instead he brought his aftermath to his mouth, licking and swallowing the shame with the salty taste of himself lingering on his tongue.

The straw hat fell asleep almost instantly, a slight smile curling his lips at the thought of morning and the promise of another day with you.

Luffy always kept you close.

Either pulling you into the crew's madness, bringing you along on every errand or doing silly gimmicks just to hear your laugh as if he discovered an artist's most precious melody.

From the start, though, his efforts felt like words tossed into the wind. Heard by no one, felt by no one. You weren't looking at him. Not really.

Your eyes were always on the swordsman.

The way you looked at Zoro made Luffy's insides twist.

You stared when you thought no one noticed.

When he cleaned his swords, jaw set and muscles shifting under his shirt, when he trained shirtless on deck, sun tracing every carved line on his body or when he drank, lips curling around the rim of the glass, drops of alcohol glinting at the corners of his mouth..

That smile of yours would flicker shyly and inviting whenever the green haired man glanced up. Maybe Zoro never noticed.

Luffy always did.

At first, Zoro was cold. Distant. Like a wall no one could climb. Luffy got it. His first mate didn't warm up easily, especially not to someone new, no matter how genuine or bright they were.

So for months, he swallowed that gnawing feeling and called it nothing.

Just a friendship between his best friend and the woman occupying his every thought, slow and stubborn in the making. Just that.

After a couple months, though, something shifted.

Luffy saw it before anyone else, only because he never stopped obsessively watching you.

Zoro's gaze started softening when it met yours.

He began scanning every room for you, taking the seat at your side.. the seat Luffy had quietly claimed in his mind since day one. He even shared his best alcohol with you, the bottles Nami had risked smuggling in just for him.

And when you told your dry, biting one liners over dinner? It was Zoro's laugh that cracked through the silence first.

Sure, you were no stranger to the crew's attention but the swordsman's laughter brought out a new expression on your face, a longing Luffy had never glimpsed before.

That look was impossible to miss and in a flash, your brave captain was drowning in hopelessness for the first time in his life.

It was new kind of frustration took hold of Luffy whenever he watched the two of you interact.

He found himself lurking nearby whenever Zoro started helping you train, his hands steadying your movements, fingers lingering a moment too long on your waist as your faces were close enough to catch the faintest breath with whispers meant only for you two.

You blushed like a shy schoolgirl, biting your lip and steadying yourself by running your fingers down Zoro's flexed biceps, as if starving enough to bite.

That was something you never did with Luffy. Never. It was driving him to insanity.

It hit him like cannon fire that the one who spoke the least, the man impossible to read, the one who hadn't even bothered to greet you when you first joined the crew had everything Luffy wanted in the palm of his hand without doing anything to earn it.

Meanwhile Luffy, the one who carried you on his back, saved your life, trusted you with every fibre of his being to join his crew, shared all his stories, pulled you into every adventure alongside him and treated you like one of his most important treasures, was being treated like a child.

A silly, annoying puppy trailing after you and never taken seriously.

He wasn't a child.

He was a man.

The captain of the damn ship. Your captain.

He was jealous and that unfamiliar feeling seized him. Not of his closest friend but because he wanted you in a way that was even worrying him.

That ache was untamed, fierce and confusing, impossible to swallow whole. Still, it was real, burning deep inside him.

Night after night, the crew's footsteps faded one by one until silence settled over the ship.

Luffy stayed awake, leaving his door cracked open just an inch. He settled into the shadows, eyes locked on the faint glow slipping beneath Zoro's door down the hall.

Without needing to watch, Luffy knew your routine.

You'd slip from your room in an oversized shirt loose over bare skin and shorts nowhere to be seen. The moment he realized was when your hand lifted to knock softly on that door the first time and his breath caught at the sight.

Zoro always let you in without hesitation, the latch clicking shut behind you. Then, you disappeared into the quiet night for hours.

You always returned to your room just as dawn began bleeding into the sky, the sun painting it a bruised dark blue.

How did he know? Because Luffy waited.

Sat in the silence of his room, heart thudding loud enough to drown out his thoughts, watching for the slightest sound of you leaving that room.

Curiosity broke through on the fourth night.

Luffy moved without thinking, slipping from bed, his bare feet ghosting over the cold planks.

He pressed himself to Zoro's door, drawn in by the warmth radiating from behind it.

Then came the sounds..

Shy, trembling moans that wrapped around his ribs and tightened, stealing the breath from his lungs.

Zoro's gravelly voice followed, murmuring words Luffy couldn't quite make out but each syllable made your sighs return louder than before.

The reaction was immediate.

His body answered before his mind could stop it as his cock strained hard as stone, throbbing behind his pants and heat tore through him dizzying, leaving his lungs scrambling for air.

He grabbed himself without thinking, palm grinding down over the bulge, pressing back into the wall with a ragged breath. His free hand clenched at his side, blood pounding with every drag of his fingers.

It was wrong. He knew it.

Every instinct clawed at him, warning him to turn away, that this was a violation of your trust, the bond he shared with Zoro. Even of who he was supposed to be as a leader.

Yet the desire was louder. It fucking curled desperately beneath his skin, growing faster than the shame could chase it.

That night marked the start of Luffy's darkest indulgence.

/ / /

He hadn't meant to go in that day.

At least, that's what he kept telling himself as he stepped over the threshold of your room, eyes flicking straight to the bed.

He did it often when you weren't around.

When he could find you on deck or in the kitchen, his heart would start pacing, knowing that the coast was clear and so he'd go into your room like instinct.

Sometimes, he'd lay in your bed, face pressed into the pillow where your scent lingered. Sweet, soft, salty from the sea. It didn't just cling to the sheets. It clung to him.

There were times he'd catch a glimpse of your underwear in the laundry basket. Lace, barely there, just a scrap of black or red.

He'd stare at it like it held answers.

Run a single fingertip across the delicate fabric, his breath pattern frenzied. He always wanted to steal a pair. Just one but he never did. Praised himself even for showing restraint.

This time, though.. this time was different.

The diary was open on the bed.

The forbidden fruit.

The one unbreakable rule you'd made months ago. Don't touch it. The first time he saw you angry. The only time. It never left his mind.

Now it was just lying there, inviting, the leather stretched open like it was waiting for him to caress its skin and Luffy was well familiar with off-limits temptations.

He stood frozen, fists clenched at his sides.

Every part of him screamed to look away, to leave the room. You were his crew. His friend. The girl who made him feel like the world was spinning differently whenever you were near. It was wrong.

Yet his body moved anyway. He didn't even register it but he was already sitting on the bed, thumbing through the pages.

The beginning was innocent enough, a couple drawings of the crew.

Usopp sporting a crooked grin, Robin standing with arms folded, Franky frozen mid-action and then a detailed map of a nearby cove, freshly charted.

Just as his hand moved to shut the book, the sketches shifted beneath his gaze.

Zoro.

Pages of him. His face. His body. The curves of his back, shirtless. The lines of his muscles drawn with care. Him sleeping. Him training. His smirk. His hands. One sketch showed him with a faceless woman under him, tracing her curves... You.

Then the words began.

Luffy's eyes scanned quickly with need clear in each short sigh.

'First time we kissed was under the moonlight. I was shaking but he wasn't, obviously. His mouth tasted like the sake he stole earlier from the bar. He pulled my shirt off so slow like he was unwrapping something he'd been waiting on forever.

And then… fuck. The way we fit together? It's like I was made for him. The way he touches me? Rough when I need it. Sweet when I'm falling apart.'

Turning page after page, Luffy felt his pulse quickening in his chest.

'Last night was.. intense. He fucked me against the wall this time. Still can't believe how good it feels when he grabs my hips like that and just uses me as he pleases. My thighs are still sore. He's getting meaner when he sees me teasing him in front of the crew which means I'll be doing it more often.'

Jealousy twisted in his gut ugly and fast. He was about to stop reading but then..

The raven haired pirate turned another page and froze.

His name.

'Luffy's been watching me again. I can feel it. Those eyes, always on me.. Sanji and Usopp even joked about it the other day.. said our Captain has a little crush.

I laughed cause it's not just a little. He touches me differently. His hand always brushes my ass when he walks past like he's doing it on purpose. His eyes are always on my tits when I lean forward and god!! the way he stares sometimes… like he's unashamedly proud of me catching him.'

Luffy swallowed hard, shutting his eyes before daring to read on. He was caught and there was no way of escaping this time.

'That one time I caught him in my room holding my panties? I pretended I didn't but I knew exactly what he was doing. I always know. I even started placing them a certain way in the basket. He never puts them back right. Ha.'

What scared him most was losing you. Would you shut him out forever? Walk away from the crew because of him? Never let anyone in again for good?

The more he crossed your boundaries, the clearer the answers became though.

'His door is always cracked open. I see it. Every night I sneak out to Zoro's, I know Luffy's watching. I can feel it as if he wants me to know that he's doing that.. His eyes on my legs, my thighs..which is why I stopped wearing anything underneath. Zoro appreciates the easy access anyway. It's kind of fucked up but… I kinda like it. Is that weird?'

He continued reading like it was a spell that forced him.

'Sometimes, when Zoro's fucking me so good, I picture Luffy in the corner of the room. Just watching. Jerking off maybe.. or sitting there all wide eyed, innocent and hard, not even understanding what he's feeling.'

Luffy's mouth fell open. His palm pressed against the growing bulge in his pants.

'I can't help but wonder… if our sweet, clueless Captain would tell Zoro how to fuck me. Order him around. 'Harder, slower, make her scream.' Would he join us? Would he come in my mouth while Zoro's inside me?'

He dropped the diary like it burned him, chest heaving.

You were as twisted as he was. Just as filthy.

You were fucking Zoro but fantasising about him.

And it was too much for Luffy to handle.

Without hesitation, his hand plunged between his legs, clutching his swollen cock through the fabric.

Whether it was pride or madness driving him, he didn't care. He gave in completely.

His cock was already hard and leaking, the friction against his palm turning unbearable as he pulled it free, the air striking the flushed head like a slap.

There was no thought of sitting.

Just him, looming over your bed, eyes locked on the sketch of Zoro between your legs next to what he had just read and imagined you spread out beneath him instead with your shirt hitched up, breasts swollen and aching to be sucked, your soaked pussy open and inviting.

Luffy drove his hand in frantic, merciless strokes, biting his lip hard to keep the sounds inside.

His wrist clenched tightly at the base, the head of his cock gleaming wet and angry red as the muscles in his thighs clenched with aching balls heavy with need.

The room blurred around him as his mind painted the scene.. your mouth open, saliva dripping down to slick your breasts while Zoro pounded into you hard and without mercy.

Luffy stood before you, slapping his cock against your eager tongue before stuffing your mouth.. or maybe jerking himself in the corner just like this, pre-come leaking from the tip as he waited his turn to ruin you.

A groan escaped him as his eyes fluttered shut and his hips bucked forward.

Release hit violently with thick ribbons spurting across the open pages, staining the sketch of Zoro's hands on your thighs.

His hand trembled as he milked himself through the aftershocks, breath ragged, seed still dripping from his slit onto the satin sheets.

Luffy blinked, panting, the blur of orgasm slowly clearing his mind to deal with reality.

And then he saw it. The mess he created in your room, on your bed.. on your most sacred possession.

Wet white drops glistening on the diary pages like someone spilt white paint on it.

"Shit-" Panic set in.

His trousers still open, cock softening in his palm, the mess spreading, impossible to undo.

Then the door clicked.

There was no time to move, no space to hide, not even a second to wipe himself clean.

He turned.

And there you were.

Frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, gaze dragging from the diary to his hand, to the red flush still staining his cheeks and chest.

He opened his mouth. "I..." He began, voice barely there.

Luffy expected you to scream, to curse at him, to storm out and never look back, gone the moment you touched land again.

Instead, you stepped inside and the door clicked shut as your back pressed against it.

Not a single word escaped your lips.

Instantly, the shame and guilt that clenched his chest vanished when he saw you standing there like that.

Your shirt hung open, unbuttoned to reveal the curve of your bra, sweat-damp hair clinging messily to your face and your skirt hitched up as if you'd hurried to hide your state before anyone else could see.

It was clear where you'd been. Who was just claiming your skin moments ago, tasting every inch and curve.

Then something shifted on his face. The look of a man caught turned into something else.

You could've run like prey bolting for safety but you didn't. You stood still, chest rising fast and eyes locked on his. Daring him.

And there it was, that smile. Menacingly stretching across his lips.

He realised then.. he wasn't the one caught.

You were.

Then, slowly, Luffy stepped forward.

[dragonanon]

I guess u can make gifs on tumblr now. Heres a meta knight figure on my desk

[dragonanon]

Okay you guys.

IF YOU PRIMARILY DO NOT SPEAK ENGLISH reply with what you mentally call it, if you have a nickname for it or something

[dragonanon]

Not me over here thinking about doing silly cute bird shit with Marco- 😭

Like, you’re a bird zoan user (probably an owl of some kind) and you just fucking do things like chirp and trill at each other, build a nest together, bring each other pretty rocks and shiny objects, preening each other’s feathers, and draping your wings over each other- 🥺

The crew often makes fun of you both for being literal love birds, and in retaliation you both screech at ungodly hours of the night to keep them all awake.

[dragonanon]

My sisters coming to break me out of naughty snake jail and yell at the WB pirates for bullying me like:

also thESE FUCKING TAGS- 😭😂

Heat Transfer, Chapter 8

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

The other chapters

Things are heating up for our friends :3 Thank you to @sordidmusings for helping me along the way and @tryingandfailingtowrite for beta-ing the shit out of this and preventing every single punctuation mark from being an em dash.

Baby POV

Thoughts of the female consumed you as you swam back to the Whale. It wasn’t that you were upset — you would never be sad over the affections of one measly human — but the feeling was similar to one you felt when you were much younger. It would come every time you watched your sisters leave you alone on your island again. You never knew when or if they’d come back for you; the thoughts of being abandoned swirling in your mind as you watched their striped forms retreat. You’d sit on the shore for hours, though your sisters swam away in minutes, as you watched the sea from the warm sand.

But you weren’t a little baby anymore, no matter what anyone called you. Snarling and flexing your jaw, you tried to literally snap yourself out of your foul mood as you climbed the anchor line back to the Whale. You wouldn’t hide from Ace — a Sea Naga would never hide — but you weren’t going to be around when he came back. You wouldn’t disrupt his plans with his precious human female , and you had plenty of other humans on board you could spend time with. Not currently, you thought as you scanned the deck, the ship was mostly deserted since the humans were on the island you’d just left. You slithered on the stairs towards Namur’s quarters with Ace’s words to you on a loop in your mind before you suddenly halted in the darkened hallway.

It wasn’t a smell or a sight; it was a gut feeling. There was a malevolent, evil presence on the ship, lurking and waiting for its chance to strike. A god long forgotten in the murky depths of the deep. Something primordial that sent a shiver down your long tail and had you wanting to burrow deep into the waters of the sea.

You’d felt the presence before in passing, but never been able to pinpoint exactly where it came from, the feeling too fleeting to localize among the throng of humans. Now you could see exactly where it came from - a tall, robust human you’d seen a few times before but had instinctively avoided. He worked for Ace, always appearing to be friendly and jovial with the other humans. But you felt he didn’t wear a smile of happiness like so many others, his was a display of aggression and challenge, much like your own. It should have made you feel at ease to see someone more similar to yourself, but you felt like you’d been coated in slimy ooze.

“Oi, snake girl!” the human called, his dark eyes flashing with delight.

The human’s grin was wide as he made his way straight towards you. It felt like tentacles were creeping slowly towards you, ready to wrap you up in their bonds as he came closer. Standing tall, you thumped your tail against the deck, as much a show of anxiety as a warning to the lurking predator. Looking about, there weren’t any other humans in the same hallway as the two of you that you could use as a diversion to get away. You didn’t want to retreat and show weakness and besides, the human hadn’t even done anything. Your heart beat faster as you waited in anticipation, even as you rolled your eyes in a feign of indifference. 

The human came up to stand next to you, his hand shoved into the sash he wore around his protruding stomach. There was no mistaking the dread growing in the pit of your stomach, this was the monster of the deep, despite walking about in human form. 

“Been meaning to speak to ya, girl. You can talk, right? Or you still just hissing? ZEHAHAHA!” the man barked out an ugly laugh despite not saying anything humans would consider humorous. You seldom laughed at their jokes, but this was a strange introduction even by nonsensical human standards. 

“You gonna answer me or what?” he said, his grin flashing like a knife as he crowded you into the wall of the passageway. You slithered back, unable to pin down the human’s next move. Most humans were fairly predictable in how they behaved, even if you found their behaviors perplexing or foolish. But this one gave you pause, and you wanted to give him a wide berth.

“Can talk,” you replied, eyeing the distance between him and the end of the hallway. He tracked your movements and let out another laugh.

“ZEHAHAHAHA what else can ya do? I remember the Naga Whitebeard fought all those years ago. That sea bitch could control the waves and was much bigger to boot,” he said, now eyeing you from head to tail. You flicked your tongue in discomfort for a moment before lunging, trying to make a break for it and get through the passage. 

The man could catch you with surprising ease; he was more agile than you had been anticipating, given his corpulent body. His meaty hand wrapped around your neck easily, the movement compressing your jaw and not allowing it to open. You thrashed and tried to wrap your tail around him, but he grabbed the end of it and pulled you taut like a rope. All you were able to do was scrabble at his arm with your claws, unable to constrict or bite him. He held you aloft like you weighed nothing, as if you truly were but a baby to him. This human was not what he seemed; he was much stronger and much more devious. If you didn’t hate him on sight, you might have admired those qualities. Your skin crawled as you felt something like shadow tentacles slithering over your skin. Whatever was in the human would not remain dormant for long. 

“Not so fast girlie. I wanna test out your venom and see how strong it is. You might be useful even if you’re a runt. Bite my arm,” he commanded, his dark eyes alight with a savage interest. You hissed and continued to scratch at his arm, though he hardly seemed to notice. 

“Bite,” he said, adjusting his grip on your neck. Like Marco, he somehow knew where to press on your jaw to open your mouth. You hissed as he moved your neck into place, your open mouth pressed against his hairy forearm against your will. 

If this fucker wanted a bite, you’d give him a bite. Rearing back slightly, you bit him as hard as you could and injected him with nearly all the venom available in your glands. The human laughed again as his grip on your neck weakened. 

“Potent stuff, eh? Maybe you’re not as useless as I thought,” he said, now letting go of your tail. You bit his other arm and stomach in rapid succession with all your anger and the little venom that had refilled in the gland for good measure. The man’s grin widened and in that split second, you knew you’d made a mistake. You didn’t know how or why, but something had happened that was unchangeable. 

“See ya around, snake,” the human said, another laugh bubbling up from his chest. You slithered away as fast as you could after watching the man retreat further into the bowels of the Whale. 

You slithered into the first room you recognized - Fossa’s quarters. He didn’t mind when you curled up in his bed or used his chair for relaxing. In fact, he’d even brought extra blankets for you to use when Ace was busy. You curled up on the enormous bed and tried to relax. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins as you thought over the bizarre interaction repeatably, unsure what you could have done differently. He’d cornered you and forced you to bite him, but why ? Sure, he wanted to test the strength of your venom, but couldn’t he ask Thatch about it? And why weren’t the humans disturbed by the evil lurking within him? Surely they could sense it?

You tossed and turned in the bed, your fight with Ace forgotten as you tried to understand what had just happened. No position was comfortable as the malevolent grin he’d given you was seared into your mind. After unsuccessfully trying to relax for half an hour, you threw off the blankets and left the room. Your heart was still pounding as you made your way back up to the deck. You wanted to swim until your muscles and lungs burned to get your nervous energy out. The sea had always helped you clear your head, and you couldn’t get underwater fast enough.

As you opened the door to the top deck of the Whale, your heart sank into your stomach as you saw the human from before talking to the Harpy. Both of his arms were dangling uselessly by his side as he spoke in soft tones to the nodding Harpy, his fingers drumming against his opposing arm. The Harpy was listening intently, his mouth pressed into the thin line that humans did when they were displeased.

“Baby, come here yoi,” the Harpy ordered, uncrossing his arms to beckon you with a finger. The human behind him continued to make a falsely concerned face, surely the Harpy wasn’t fooled? The Harpy’s frown deepened as you tried to guess if you could make it over the railing before he caught you. He’d done it before, so probably not.

“ Now. ”

You narrowed your eyes and straightened your back as you slithered over to him. Nobody could make you cower, not even the Harpy or the Deep Evil. The Harpy folded its arms across his chest again as you awaited whatever he was going to tell you. 

“You bit Teach.”��

“Yesss, bit him,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. O bviously you’d bitten Teach. No one else had venom as potent as yours to cause his arms to be limp like that.

“I don’t know why you attacked him, and frankly I don’t care,” he continued. You tilted your head in confusion.

“Did not attack-” you started to explain before being cut off again with a wave of dismissal.

“You just admitted you did yoi,” he said with a sigh, “and actions have consequences.”

“Did bite did not attack! Teeech tell bite…make-” you struggled to explain to the Harpy what had happened. Teach stood behind the Harpy, shaking his head as if in disappointment. You wanted to snap your jaws at him, but doubted the Harpy would tolerate it.

“You chose to bite him, so now you can deal with the results yoi,” the Harpy said as his legs transformed into their bird form. 

For the second time that afternoon, you tried to bolt away from the imminent danger. For the second time that afternoon, you were quickly caught and pinned down. This time, it was the Harpy who held you down to the deck as you attempted to escape, thrashing your body as hard as you could. There wasn’t enough venom in your glands to do any significant damage, and you weren’t even sure it would work against the Harpy. The Old Man did have a powerful crew; you just wished it wasn’t used against you.

“I warned you that if you bit again I wouldn’t be so lenient. I’m putting you in the brig until Ace gets back and we can have a proper conversation yoi,” the Harpy said in a snippy tone, like you’d been a misbehaving child. His indifference to your rage only made you fight against his hold more. You were still trying to fight when Fossa came up behind the Harpy with something in his hands.

“Fossssa! Did not-” you tried to explain before Fossa just shook his head, his cigar still spewing smoke. 

“Sorry kid. Rules are rules,” Fossa said with a frown. 

“Did not attack! Fosssa!” you yelled futilely. But your attempt to explain didn’t stop him from holding your head in one giant palm and fastening the wretched muzzle to your face. The snick of the lock had you staring him dead in the eyes. At least he had the decency to look somewhat abashed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Looking over the assorted humans by you - the Harpy, Fossa, and Teach, you did something you had never done before. You stopped struggling and lay limp on the deck like a gutted fish.

You gave up. 

Fuck all these humans, fuck Fossa, fuck the Old Man, and fuck Ace.

Humans were a race of cowards, liars, and traitors. Why you ever thought there was something redeemable in them, you didn’t know. Your sisters were right; you weren’t fit to be by yourself and certainly not among putrid humans. You were going to escape, find a way back to your island, and never leave ever again. 

“Are you going to walk or do I have to carry you?” the Harpy asked in a prim tone. You didn’t move, just lay there like you were dead, which you might as well be with the muzzle on. The Harpy sighed before picking you up around the middle, your body flopping like the noodles Thatch cooked for you. The Harpy’s talons clacked against the deck as he carried your dead weight back to the cell.

Your eyes never left Fossa’s as you were taken down below. 

Several hours later, you were curled up in the original cage you’d been put in all those weeks ago. The sun had set long ago and you’d had to tuck into yourself to try to keep warm. Not that it worked — the night chill had come, and you were losing heat rapidly. Not only that, but the muzzle was the same one as before. Your skin already stung from where the metal was rubbing your cheek raw. You sat in the cell for hours, ruminating on the filthy humans you’d thought for a moment might have been some kind of group you’d like to join.

Yeah, right. You faced the wall in the farthest corner of the cell, content to stew in your hatred. They thought you were a monster, and you were going to prove them correct — once you got out of the cell. Maybe the Harpy would deem you a danger and set you free, but you thought it unlikely. The humans probably didn’t even have the honor to battle you to death; they’d probably just slice off your head and feed you to the Harpy to be done with you.

The door opened quietly, but you didn’t turn around or even bother looking. You knew it to be Ace when the scent of firewood hit your tongue. You heard his boots clomping to the front of the cell, but you continued to ignore him. The room was rapidly heating and Ace pushed familiar smelling blankets into the cell. 

“Hey Baby, I brought these for you,” Ace said softly from beyond the bars. Silence stretched between you for a few moments before he continued. 

“Marco told me what happened with Teach. Why’d ya do it? You knew you’d get in trouble.” You remained silent and wished that you didn’t have external ear flaps like your sisters. At least then you could ignore him more easily. 

“I brought you food. It’s eggs, your favorite,” he offered, placing the plate of food in front of the cell. As tantalizing as they smelled, you made no outward signs that you’d heard him at all. As if you’d accept the pitiful offering of the eggs you’d bought as gifts. Disgusting. You heard Ace sigh and sit by the front of the cell.

“Listen, I don’t like Teach either. I don’t trust him, and there’s no way everything went down like he said. At the same time, you obviously bit him. I’m gonna talk to-” you tuned him out as the wind changed direction and a new scent came into the cabin. Not a new scent, a very familiar one.

You perked up, ignoring Ace now for a completely different reason. Standing on your tail, you grabbed the bars of the cell, looking out the window to the water in the distance. Your smile widened as far as it could go within the muzzle.

Ace’s POV

The rest of the day had been a complete bust. Ace had apologized to and promptly left the trembling woman as soon as you swam away, calling after you. You didn’t waver, ducking under the waves and swimming away before he could get a word in. After you were gone, Ace rubbed the back of his neck, wishing things had gone differently. Whatever, he thought, familiar anger rising in him. You were being aggressive and needed to chill out. He wasn’t that out of line, he thought as he walked down the beach towards Thatch. The other Commanders had made a bonfire and were eating, laughing, and drinking in equal measure.

Ace plopped himself down on the sand next to Blenheim, who didn’t even bat an eye at the younger Commander’s appearance. There were spaces next to other brothers he was closer with, but everyone’s cheeriness only made him scowl more. Blenheim grabbed a full tankard of ale from atop the barrel and handed it to Ace, not even bothering to grunt at him. Blenheim wasn’t much of a talker, something Ace appreciated at the moment.

Hours passed as he sat in silence next to Blenheim, turning down the offers to wrestle or to join in various games of chance. Ace wasn’t in the mood; none of that sounded good to him. Of course, he ate the dinner Thatch cooked, but he didn’t even try to get thirds. Ace sipped the now lukewarm (but not terrible) beer and thought about you again, swimming away faster than he’d ever seen.

He hadn’t wanted to make you upset, he just didn’t want there to be any problems with the hum- er, people on the island. If things got too hot, there would be tension with the civilians, it just wasn’t worth it. They were in Whitebeard’s territory, the island was technically under his control, but angering the villagers meant they would hike their prices or serve lower quality food and drinks. But, Ace thought as he swallowed another mouthful of beer, you hadn’t ever docked at an island before; this was your first time.

Maybe he should have spent some time explaining social interactions among people who weren’t on the crew. Now that he thought about it further, you didn’t really have a frame of reference for how women and men interacted beyond what you saw on the ship. You were left to fend for yourself on that island without any external figures to help you survive, not too unlike himself. Though he had Makino and later Sabo to teach him manners and how to integrate into society. Even though he knew now, you weren’t really a baby, you didn’t have anyone at all as far as he could tell. How were you to know what to do among civilians?

Another thought flitted through Ace’s mind as the interactions played in a loop on his brain — had you been jealous? You had been staring at the spot where the woman was touching Ace, as if to warn her off. Was that why your reaction was so over the top? You didn’t need to be, especially not over some rando he’d never see again. There were always going to be women trying to talk to him or get his attention when they docked, but they didn’t mean anything to him. Ace was well familiar with the sting of jealousy. He felt it every time you swam with Namur, or hid away in Fossa’s cabin, or brought up a special fish you’d caught for Thatch. He’d watch you for signs in the future, but he didn’t think that was the basis for your current anger.

He’d have to talk to you and apologize for his behavior, he thought as he kicked the sand in front of him into a pile. He took another swig of the beer, mulling things over. Blenheim quirked an eyebrow at him but made no other efforts to communicate. Ace shrugged.

Ace rolled his head in a circle to alleviate his now tight muscles. He’d have to make his way back to the Moby to find you, if you even went back on board. If you were swimming, he’d have to wait until you resurfaced and came back unless you slept elsewhere on the island. If you did, you might miss the call that the ship was leaving.

 This wasn’t intended to be a long stay; the ship would be sailing away the following morning after a quick restock. If you missed the call you’d be stuck on this island. You didn’t know anyone here, and you didn’t speak enough Common to explain what happened. You’d probably end up biting and fighting, then end up in jail. They’d hand you over you to the Marines…Ace’s mind raced with the potential negative outcomes facing you if he didn’t find you. Anxiety wound its way around his stomach, making his heart pound faster. He chugged the rest of his beer and tossed the empty tankard in the general direction of the barrel. 

He’d taken Striker to the island, so there was no need to wait for anyone to bring him back to the ship. Hopping on board the little boat, Ace spurred it to go faster, practically skipping over the increasingly large waves. Far off in the distance, it looked like there might be a storm brewing, and he wanted to get ahead of it before he got stuck on the island. Ace relied on his muscle memory to make the short journey, his thoughts only on finding you. 

Reaching the ship, he climbed aboard and quickly searched the deck looking for any sign of you. There were quite a few crew members milling about, but he didn’t see any Sea Naga on the ship. Ace walked the perimeter of the ship, looking into the water below for any sign of you. His eyes were trained on the sea as Ace nearly bumped into someone standing by the railing. Looking up, Ace saw it was Marshall D. Teach.

Teach was one of the Captains serving under Ace, but Ace hadn’t put him in that position. If anything, Ace wanted to spend the least amount of time possible with Teach. He was well-liked by the crew and the other Commanders, always laughing and joking even if nothing was funny. There was something off about Teach, something slimy and sinister, though Ace could never pinpoint exactly what it was that he didn’t like. He made Ace’s hackles rise, and Ace always found a reason to leave the company of the pirate.

“ZEHAHAHAHAHA! Watch out, Commander!” Teach said, his arms flopping against his side. 

“What happened to you?” Ace asked, his gut churning with the answer he knew Teach would give.

“Your sea snake bit me. Three times, actually,” Teach said, his lip almost turning into a pout. Ace’s eyes narrowed at his words; that didn’t sound like something you’d do. Baby hadn’t bitten that woman on the beach, even when she’d practically had the woman’s head in her jaws. They’d talked so many times about not biting people, how Marco would be mad, how there would be consequences. Baby didn’t understand everything, but she certainly understood the rule that there was to be no biting of any kind. The strong waves coming in were pushing Teach from side to side since his balance was off. It would have been amusing if not for the reason.

“Really? Why?” Ace asked, trying to unclench his jaw and keep his tone light. If Teach suspected something was up, he might change his story.

“She attacked me outta nowhere. I don’t know why - I was walking down the hall and suddenly she’s biting my arm. Got the other one and my stomach too, can’t feel shit. Kinda dangerous to have an unhinged snake on board, if you ask me. Maybe we should leave it on an island, not fit for the crew,” Teach said, trying to shrug his shoulders without much success. “We can always come back for it-”

“Her,” Ace said in an icy tone. The ship rocked heavily to the port side, making them shift a few feet. Guess that storm was coming sooner than later.

“ZEHAHAHAHA, right ‘her.’ All of ‘em are female. Wish I’d been around for the big ones with Pops all those years ago, that woulda been something. This one’s kind of a dud, don’tcha think? Venom’s strong though, I can tell you that,” Teach said with a broad smile.

“Where is she now?” Ace asked through gritted teeth, wishing he could give Teach a fire fist to the face. 

“Oh, Marco ‘n Fossa cornered her and put the mask on her. Took ‘er to the brig. Haven’t seen her since,” Teach mused, his arms swinging uselessly by his side. 

“When was this?” Ace asked, eyeing the setting evening sun. If you were in the brig and the sun set, you’d be cold and hungry.

“Dunno, a coupla hours ago. Hey, where ya going?” Teach asked as Ace swiftly turned on his heel and headed down the deck towards the stairs to the galley, the conversation already over. He was going to need food and blankets, and quickly.

Gathering the needed supplies, Ace rushed down to the brig as fast as he could without spilling the eggs off the plate. He’d fried them in his palm, but he didn’t think you’d care. Standing outside the door to the brig, Ace took in a deep breath. Letting it out slowly, he pushed open the heavy wooden door. It was cold and damp in the brig, he already felt the cool evening air coming in through the window.

 You were curled up in your smallest form, trying to conserve body heat. He knew you could smell and hear him, but you didn’t so much as flick an ear. Ace turned up his body temperature, trying to heat the room for you. The ship was now rocking heavily from side to side, the waves growing more brutal than before.

“Hey Baby, I brought these for you,” Ace said, trying to gauge how you were feeling. Given that you didn’t even turn around for the food, he was guessing you were angrier than the last time he saw you. He took the key to the muzzle off the opposing wall where Marco had left it, hoping you’d be tempted by the food.

“I heard what happened with Teach. Why’d ya do it? You knew you’d get in trouble.” You remained silent. Ace wished you would talk to him, tell him what was going on. He’d take your side, defend you to Marco; he just needed to know what happened.

“I brought you food. It’s eggs, your favorite,” he offered, placing the plate of food in front of the cell. You still didn’t move. Ace sighed and sat down in front of the cell, trying to think of ways to get you to talk to him. The food route always worked with Luffy, or punching him repeatedly until Luffy forgot the original reason he was mad, but Ace didn’t think you’d be receptive to him punching you. Ace nearly toppled over while the ship rocked on the harsh waves.

“Listen, I don’t like Teach either. I don’t trust him, and there’s no way everything went down like he said. At the same time, you obviously bit him. I’m gonna talk to-” you suddenly perked up and slithered to the window. Grabbing the bars, you peered into the water below, looking down with interest. Ace stood up and went to the window on the visitor’s side, trying to see what interested you.

In the distance, Ace saw a black-and-white striped tail flicking through the choppy waters. It looked like yours, but about ten times larger. The creature was swimming rapidly towards the ship, and the black and white underneath the surface of the water looked like a warning. The ship was now rocking heavily, the wood groaning as the large ship heaved from side to side.

Now that it was getting closer, Ace could see there wasn’t only one creature coming their way. There were four. 

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I have some news for members of the united states armed forces who feel like they are pawns in a political game and their assignments being unnecessary.

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Honey Badger. Imagine having natures embodiment of “idgaf, you’re gonna die now” as your guard dog.

you can domesticate one animal species of your choosing, which do you pick and why? explain your reasoning

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Pacts

One Piece - Reader x Gol D Roger x Silvers Rayleigh x Scopper Gaban

Warnings - 18+Only

I’m not sure about this one, and the One Piece rewatch has been progressing slowly, but I’m trying to kick the writer’s block, so have some silliness with Rayleigh, Roger and Scopper bickering over their single shared braincell.

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You had settled in well with the Roger Pirates.

You worked hard, your wit as sharp as the knives you used in battle, and you had displayed absolutely no trouble keeping up with the crew. What you lacked in experience you made up for with enthusiasm, cunning and sheer, raw nerve.

You were also as pretty as you were clever, a combination of traits that never failed to pleasantly heat Silvers Rayleigh’s blood. Charm was as deadly as a dagger in the hands of someone who knew how to use it, and from how you had half the ship practically eating out of your hand, you certainly did.

This presented a potential problem, as he was definitely not the only member of the crew to notice. He’d seen you coyly stroking Scopper’s arm, the man’s eyes flaring and his smirk pleased. And Roger had certainly taken you under his wing since your arrival, but his gaze had begun to linger the way it did on a particular shiny piece of treasure he wanted to get his hands on lately. And Rayleigh would be lying if the flirtatious looks and comments you’d been sending his direction hadn’t peaked his interest considerably.

Keep reading

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Thank you so much for all the support!

Go get yours if you haven't already! 🥚🪨💕

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has this been done yet

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And so I begin what appears to be a very obvious One Piece knock off romance sim~ broght to myattention by @dragonanon

Theres modes to this game btw, our options are Classic, Defense Mode, and Fruit Mode (eheheheh)

There is absolutely no explanation for any of them. So im going classic. Which... Appears to just start throwing random suggestive questions which you have to answer (and you are timed) correctly to discover their 'zodiacal answer'? Whatever that is. The first being

'will you let me touch your booty'

Ive failed 3 times. No clue what im doing.

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“We have a One Piece dating sim at home.”

The One Piece dating sim at home:

….Sooooo…Has anyone here played that pirate dating sim for the switch that is so very obviously a knock-off One Piece dating sim??? Or is this entire thing a fever dream I’m having.

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….Sooooo…Has anyone here played that pirate dating sim for the switch that is so very obviously a knock-off One Piece dating sim??? Or is this entire thing a fever dream I’m having.

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In Pride month, I think it's important to remind you of this iconic dialogue. You don't have to talk about who you are if you don't want to❤️

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Dancemrsandman you made me audibly wheeze on the bus with the comparison to Tim Lockwood- 😭😂

I now have the mental image of telling Jimbei to drag the mouse across the desktop, and he just fucking grabs the thing like it owes him money and completely sweeps it across desks, knocking literally everything off it in the process. He then looks at you all sad and confused like “That did nothing. :(“

noT MIHAWK BEING THE “back in MY day, we didn’t need no fancy electronics!” BOOMER!! 😭😭😭😂

- You were once summoned by Crocodile because his mouse was “behaving strangely”. You got there and…he was using it upside down, as in the cord was laying TOWARDS himself instead of AWAY.

- Buggy requests your help in choosing a new puter and different equipment because he wanted to “hijack the internet”. It took awhile, but eventually you managed to figure out “hijacking the internet” was actually just him wanting to steal WiFi from Shanks.

- Hancock called and bitched you out once, claiming that you had broken her puter because “I can’t log into it now, what did you do to my puter?!” After having her explain step by step what she was doing to log in, you discovered that she wasn’t pressing “enter” after typing in her password. Somehow, this was STILL your fault.

- The marines got a new fax machine, one that would spit the document back out behind it instead of back out front. Garp came charging into your office flipping his shit because he’d faxed a document and had “accidentally faxed the original copy” and was convinced it was gone now. He was very relieved when you turned the machine and showed him the output tray in the back where his precious original copy was.

- Mihawk is FINALLY convinced to use a puter, and immediately calls to report that his puter wouldn’t turn on….he neglected to tell you that his castle doesn’t have electricity, and could not understand why he would need such a thing to use his Puter. He was not pleased.

- Corazon called once because he couldn’t access the internet, and he asked you if it was because the internet is closed…You came dangerously close to telling him “yes, the internet closes in the evening at 9PM. But it will reopen again tomorrow at 8AM”

- When you were first getting Shanks set up with his puter and trying to show him how to use it, he picked up the mouse and pointed it at the screen, trying to use it like a TV remote. Mf still had the nerve to insist that he was not that drunk.

- At LEAST once a day you get a call from an irate Marine that “all their stuff is gone” after you had to do a factory reset on their device. This happens despite having EXPLICITLY told the Marine that EVERYTHING would be gone after the reset and having gone into excruciating detail about how to backup all their files and documents.

- Said Marines are ALSO usually the same ones who insist that their puter being broken is YOUR fault because you touched it 2 months ago. It simply can’t be the 75GB of porn they downloaded from sketchy websites, no siree, it must have been some puter-wizardry from you.

I just thought of the most stupid idea, but considering my Hey Doc series is also stemmed from my stupidity, I just thought I'd share the idea regardless to see if it becomes something.

You are a marine. A quiet marine. A marine with the quickest wit and sharpest intellect.

Due to this, and a series of unforseen and extremely niche circumstances, you have been pushed forward to undergo a variety of training regarding the advances in technological sciences. You are the first point of call, where, should anything technological goes wrong, you are the line of defence.

You thought this would mean working on the front lines in the Great Pirate Era to halt the enemy in their sails with technology alone.

What this actually means:

Garp calling you up on his snail, trying to locate the "off switch" for his personal transponder, while not listening to anything you've got to say with his radio turned up on full volume.

Sengoku needing to update his digital resume to send over the wavelengths, but does not trust the seagulls to not intercept them. He is paranoid.

Teaching Tsuru to block any call from Donquixote Doflamingo and switch it over to other mediums. Doflamingo finds her anyway.

Educating the young recruits on the fact that anything spoken into a World Government issue Den Den Mushi holds a history to their voice and a memory of their call requests.

You... Are so tired. So, so tired.

You thought this would mean a new life for you as a renowned marine.

What you are is the only member of the marine IT department.