#but why is carrot biting luffy....

[hauntingblue]

I KNOW my girl nami isn't dead so WHOSE CORPSE IS THAT

[marimology]

LUFFY with a spiderman! s/o headcannons because one piece and spiderman are my biggest interests

warnings : none just luffy being luffy , mentions the spider society.

— when he found out that it was from a spider bite and not from a devil fruit he was lowkey jealous

— fym you can still swim??

— definitely asked if you shoot webs out your butt

— if sanji is wondering why the meat is suddenly disappearing more it’s cus you had grabbed them with your webs

— if you get into an argument he definitely says some corny shut like “ enough of you and your web of lies”

— chopper was the first one to know but it makes sense

it makes spidey sense

— SPEAKING OF SPIDEY SENSE he likes to throw random objects at you to try to activate them

“did you just throw a carrot at me?”

“maybe”

*throws it back*

— please don’t let him find out the spider society or the multiverse

— but if he does he’d get a day pass and look at everyone with starry eyes

— once he found out about canon events … poor baby

— you had pretended to be doflamingo when law pissed you off… luffy found it funny

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Welcome back Lin! Hope your doing ok ☺️ 

Would it be alright if I request yandere Luffy where him and the reader go to an new island maybe there’s all you can eat buffet or the crew went to a fair🎢🎡 , but what if Luffy and reader got separate and while the reader was looking for him only to bump into a guy (maybe a few ?) who wouldn’t take a no for an answer maybe that’s when reader shouted for Luffy who came running ? Hope this ok and if it’s possible  could the reader be a female if not that’s ok I’m fine with gn. (Mm maybe romantic? If that’s ok if u want it could be low-key romantic if u want please ) 🍪anon

I decided to take a crack at writing Luffy romantically. I might start doing it more if y'all like this. Also I love Lin as an abbreviation of my username, that's adorable. And uh... I hope you're still with me given that this ask is from July of last year...

Prized Possession

Yandere Luffy x Fem!Reader

2k words

Getting to explore a new island was always thrilling. There was no telling if this would be a casual visit, or if you were about to go to war with the local tyrant because your dear, chaotic captain physically can't leave well enough alone. Not that you're necessarily complaining. His tendency to stick his nose in everyone's business and throw hands when necessary (and sometimes not), was what led to you joining his crew and beginning your new life of piracy. 

As well as leading to you meeting the man that managed to completely steal your heart so effortlessly and casually that you can't even truly pinpoint an exact date for when you two became a couple. The relationship only became officially recognized when Usopp asked if you two were a couple or not, to which Luffy hummed in thought for a minute, then shrugged and said ‘yeah’.

An extremely romantic and enviable confession, truly. You wouldn't have it any other way. 

 But that was the past, and you should be focused on the now. It's not every day that you guys get the pleasure of visiting an island in the middle of a festival. Food stalls and various forms of entertainment filled a large open field with vendors all clambering for the attention of everyone and anyone passing by. Your boyfriend had rapidly become a favorite for anyone running a food stall that was selling meat. 

You watched with mild amusement as Luffy shoved as much grilled meat as he possibly could into his mouth with one hand. His other hand was tightly clutched around your own, as it usually was during any casual outing you two had together. Your free hand held a skewer of meat Luffy had handed you that you were lightly nibbling on. 

If you were completely honest, you didn't really want it. You've been sampling various meats since Luffy started dragging you around to each and every stall that caught his eye. All of them have been good, you can't deny that, but your body was begging for literally anything plant-based. You would rip a carrot out of the dirt and eat it right now if presented with the opportunity. But… Luffy looked so happy that you didn't really want to say anything about it yet. You'll be able to get a word in later once his appetite is starting to slow down. 

“Do you not like it?”

The question snapped you out of your train of thought. Luffy had just finished decimating the last of this cart's supply. His cheeks were stretched out as he chewed, then swallowed the last bite. 

“It��s fine, I guess I'm just not that hungry.” This was a half truth. You were definitely starting to get full by now. 

Not wasting a second, Luffy leaned down and ate what was left of your share. Including the stick. Once upon a time, that would have concerned you, but you've seen him eat more questionable things. He must have the stomach acid of a vulture, you're sure of it. 

“Sanji definitely makes it better, I get why you didn't want it.” Luffy promptly walked away with you in tow, ignoring the offended grumblings of the cook he just insulted without a care in the world. This is something that you would normally scold someone over, but you've quickly learned that there is no point in trying to scold Luffy about something so trivial. He won't listen. It'll be in one ear, out the other.

It was obvious that he was trying to scope out the next place to eat from. In an attempt to spare yourself from continuing to eat like a carnivore, you try to draw his attention away from all of the food. Giving his hand a squeeze, you shoot your shot, “Why don't we go try some of the carnival games? I bet we could win lots of prizes.” The games being rigged won't mean anything against someone with Luffy's strength. Bottles could be superglued to the tables, and Luffy would still be able to bowl them over with ease.

Much to your relief, Luffy perked up at your idea, seeming to be interested. He grinned widely, “Yeah! I bet I’ll be able to win more prizes than you!”

His declaration makes you laugh, “Oh? Is that a challenge?” He would absolutely win more stuff,  but that’s neither here nor there. 

He let out a laugh of his own. “It is! You better be ready to- Oh! They made more!” In an instant, your boyfriend made a hard left and sprinted towards a food stall that he had previously cleaned out. That one had been his favorite of the night. 

Apparently, he was so excited that he had let go of you in his hurry to go back. You stare down at your now freed -and slightly sweaty- hand. Well, if this isn't a perfect opportunity to get a different kind of food, you don't know what is. It won't take him long to either clean that vendor out again or notice your absence, so you should find something to eat quickly. 

You wander away from where all the savory foods are being served until you find a row of carts specializing in sweet treats. You should be able to find something with fruit here. The delicious smells of fried dough and sugary batters wafted through the air and filled your senses, but that wasn’t what you were looking for. After walking past a few carts, your eyes zero in on something promising. One of the stands is selling ice cream, and some of the toppings available are fresh fruit. Perfect!

Happily, you get in line and read the menu as you try to decide what to get. You decide on what combination of ice cream and fruit you want and order as soon as you get to the front. The vendor tells you the total while the person working with him makes your cone. Before you can pull out your money, someone behind you speaks up.

“Add hers to my order.”

The voice didn’t sound familiar, so you look over your shoulder. There is a man standing a little too close behind you. He’s tall and has an impressive looking sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. The man leers down at you. Immediately, you get a bad feeling about him.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I can pay for it.” You hastily fish some berry out of your pocket, but the stranger beats you to the chase and hands the vendor money first.

“I don’t have to, but I wanted to. Is there something wrong with that?” His smile lacks the warm comfort that Luffy’s does. It just feels condescending and smarmy. 

There is something wrong with doing a charitable act when there is an ulterior motive, but you don’t say that out loud, “I guess not… Thank you.”

He takes this as an invitation to step closer to you. “My name’s Dante. What’s a pretty thing like you called?”

You take a large step back and know that you don’t want to give this guy your actual name, “Well, my boyfriend likes to call me cupcake sometimes.” Among many other far less conventional pet names like bug or meatball. Honestly, you’re starting to think Luffy comes up with odd names just to make you laugh.

Dante’s eye twitches in annoyance, “Boyfriend? I don’t see him.”

“Yeah, we split up to get different food. He’s going to meet up with me soon.” Internally, you aren’t sure how long it’s going to take for Luffy to find you since you wandered off without telling him, but this guy doesn’t need to know that part.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. I bought you ice cream, don’t lie to me about a boyfriend.” 

“I’m not lying. I am here with my boyfriend, and I don’t care for the way you’re talking to me. Look, I’ll pay you back for the ice cream,” without waiting for a response, you pull some money out of your pocket and hold it out to him.

Instead of taking the money, he pushes your hand away and steps closer. “Just come with me for a bit. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

The vendor finally hands over your ice cream, and you’re quick to take it and speed walk away. Hopefully, Dante will take the hint and leave you alone. You make a beeline for where you last saw Luffy while taking a bite from your fruity ice cream. It tastes delicious and is very refreshing after having so much meat.

Unfortunately, you don’t make it far before you feel someone grab your arm and force you to stop. You whip around and glare at the man who’s harassing you, “Would you leave me alone? I’m not interested.”

Dante doesn’t appear to be deterred, just frustrated. “Quit playing hard to get.” He plasters a sleazy smile onto his face, “Just come with me for a little while so we can have some fun together.” He grabs your other arm and pulls you closer.

Just as you’re about to kick him between the legs, he is violently launched away from you. It startles you initially, but you relax quickly because you would recognize that stretchy arm anywhere. You smile as you see Luffy marching over to you. You’re about to greet him and say how happy you are to see him, but he walks right past you. His expression isn’t just serious. He looks pissed.

You gawk at him as he stomps over to where Dante is sprawled out on the ground, groaning in pain from crashing into a tin trash can. He looks up at Luffy and tries to sit up and act tough, “The hell is your problem, man?!”

Luffy doesn’t answer him. Instead, he pulls his arm back and punches Dante again. His fist connects with his jaw with a loud crack. In an instant, Luffy is on top of him and raining down more blows while remaining eerily silent. All you can do is stare in horror as Luffy keeps beating the man. Sickening crunches sound through the air, making your stomach lurch with each one. Ice cream drips down your fingers as it melts, but you can’t be bothered to do anything about it.

By the time Luffy gets up, Dante is completely limp and he’s bloodied from the shoulders up. Several people rush to his side to check on him, but no one is brave enough to approach Luffy. The face he had previously is gone and he’s back to smiling as if nothing happened. He wipes his bloody hands onto his shorts as he approaches you.

“There you are! I got worried when I saw you weren’t with me.”

All you do is nod, still too stunned to speak. Your silence doesn’t seem to bother Luffy at all. He ducks down and licks up some of your ice cream before raising your hands to hold it closer to your mouth, “Your ice cream is melting, don’t forget to eat it.”

“Oh… yeah…” You lick at the treat, but you can’t even taste it as your gaze remains fixed on the man that Luffy just beat to a pulp.

Luffy blocks your view and smiles tightly. “Let’s go play those games you talked about! C’mon, I’ll win you lots of prizes!” He slings an arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss to your cheek before forcibly guiding you away from the scene of his crime.

You’ve never seen that side of Luffy come out over something so minor. You would’ve understood if he’d just hit Dante the first time, but the rest? It was like watching someone get mauled by a wild animal. And after doing all that, he walking around without a care in the world.

… Maybe you’re just overreacting. Luffy would never do something like that without a good reason… right?

[inoreuct]

I've been loving your ZoSan drabbles, they honestly make my day. I do have a potential drabble request if you'd like: I feel like these two idiots tease each other mercilessly for the dumbest things, like an old married couple. It's almost a game for the rest of the crew to how long it takes them to turn the teasing into either flirting or kissing. It's peak entertainment for the crew

thank you so much??$4!;7:)3 I’M SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT and yes. absolutely. I FLEW TO MY DOCS TO WRITE THIS AND IT WAS SO FUN. the tension is through the roof; not even with the bickering but the teasing. it’s playful and easy and they’re more fond than they should be and is an insult really an insult if it’s said with a smile? anyway. enjoy 😽

“Oho! The world’s greatest swordsman can’t handle a kitchen knife!” Sanji has his hands propped on his hips, faux-flabbergasted and crowing like a town crier. Zoro looks about three seconds away from chopping him up with said kitchen knife instead of the carrots on the countertop. Usopp fears for the cook’s safety.

“Do you think we should… do something?” he turns and whispers gingerly, leaning across his mug of tea so that Nami can hear him from where she’s seated across the table. 

“Something like preventing a possible murder, or getting them to finally kiss? Because…” She takes a pointed slurp from her own mug, her amused gaze fixed on the way Zoro is now animatedly arguing back. “We could do both. Or neither. I’m entertained either way.”

Usopp turns back around, hiding his face in his drink as he eavesdrops shamelessly. He must have missed some conversation, because now Zoro’s sniping about Sanji’s hair, of all things. How they got so far from the original topic in such a short time? Usopp does not know. 

“Well, at least I don’t spend an hour rubbing conditioner on my head,” Zoro scoffs, and Sanji gasps like the swordsman had just cussed out his entire family three generations up and down.

“And that, my dear marimo, is why it looks like a lawn,” he declares with a prim sniff, flicking the tap on with a flourish. “An untrimmed lawn. That a dog ran all over.”

“Wh—”

“No, no,” he laments, scrubbing at a dish in the most melodramatic way Usopp has seen in his life. “A pack of dogs. And they shat all over it, too.”

Zoro puffs up like an angry cat, clearly winding up to verbally throw down, and Usopp turns around to find Nami smirking at him with her eyebrows raised as if to say, see what I mean?

“This is incredible,” he whisper-shouts, amazed.

I know, she mouths delightedly, eyes shining like golden coins.

“What are we talking about,” Luffy hisses, and Usopp damn near jumps out of his skin.

“Great Mother Ocean, when did you get here?!” he nearly squawks, pulling his volume down at the last second, just in time to hear a victorious “and that is why no crab in its right mind would ever want to eat you!” from Zoro. He doesn’t even bother to question it anymore.

Luffy shrugs, biting into an apple with a satisfying crunch. “Like two seconds ago. Are Zoro and Sanji fighting again?”

“More like flirting,” Nami laughs, gesturing with her chin. 

Usopp gives up on straining his neck and gets up to straddle the chair properly. The convo has somehow turned back to hair; Sanji has one hand plucking delicately at green strands, the other covered in soap.

“Keep talking shit about my brows and see if I will,” he says haughtily, and Usopp strains his ears for context as Zoro bares his teeth in a grin, his eye twitching.

“As if I want you to cut it. You’d probably make it all uneven.”

A dry ha! “That’d be an improvement.”

The sniper whips around wildly to look at Nami. Either he’s hearing things, or they sound almost… fond. The way their navigator’s sitting forward in her chair hints at the latter. Luffy bites into his apple again, mumbling, “Why haven’t they kissed yet?” 

Usopp explodes into a flurry of desperate hand movements, mouthing exactly! Exactly! so enthusiastically that his cheeks hurt. 

His captain smiles and then pauses, tilting his head. “Have they kissed yet?”

Usopp’s worldview shatters into shards that then start rearranging themselves because that is a very real possibility. Sanji and Zoro have been bickering ever since before the cook came aboard the Merry, but somewhere along the line it had turned to something more lighthearted, less I’m-gonna-gut-you-like-a-fish-and-have-your-entrails-for-breakfast and more you’re-so-damn-annoying-sit-down-and-let-me-help-you.

The three of them turn in unison to stare at how Sanji and Zoro are now nose to nose, Sanji peering down the scant half-inch he has above the swordsman in height with a smug smile and murmuring “—not what you were saying last week, marimo.”

Zoro tips his head, not backing down even as Sanji cooes at him and somehow, somehow, it doesn’t sound condescending. Usopp is losing his mind. “Never said that, curly-brow. You were the one who filled in the blanks.”

“You left blanks for me to fill in.”

“You’re delusional. There’s gas in your brain, that’s why your head’s so big.” 

“Oh, yeah?” the cook grins, lazy and bright, eyebrows going up as Zoro steps into his space. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

Zoro smirks and tilts his head back. “I don’t know. You tell me,” he murmurs, before pulling away and dropping a whole stack of dirty crockery into the sink. “Better get to washing, dish boy.”

Usopp’s eyes are bugging out of his head as Sanji yells and sprays Zoro with water from the pullout tap, sparking a whole new round of squabbling and ankle-kicking and wayward elbows.

“You’re seeing this, right?” he asks desperately, turning around in his seat and gripping the edge of the table. Gosh, he’s feeling light-headed. “I’m not going crazy?”

“Nope,” Nami sighs, popping the ‘p’. “Wanna bet?”

“On?” Luffy shuffles closer, grinning around his apple and she shrugs a shoulder, feigning disinterest. 

“How long it takes dumb and dumber to get their shit together.” 

Usopp really doesn’t know how much he’d be willing to put into this. The way that they fight’s more pigtail-pulling than anything, and that in and of itself is telling— Not to mention, again, how this has been going on for months. Sanji would give Zoro shit for being messy but then go to clean anyway, only to find Zoro’s things already packed. Zoro would snip at the cook for being rigid about dessert before dinner and then find a slice of sour raspberry tart on his bunk, way after teatime was over. Usopp had honestly thought they’d been doing it out of spite, but now…

Then again, with how repressed the both of them were? “…A hundred berry, one month,” he decides, and Nami wrinkles her nose.

“Stingy,” she complains, but she’s hiding a smile as she turns to their captain. “Luffy?”

The boy hums thoughtfully, twisting around. “Are you two kissing?” he yells, and Usopp’s heart fucking drops to the floorboards as the pair stares at them wide-eyed and bursts into protests.

“What— this idiot?”

“The hell? No! Why would you—”

“—on any planet would I ever—”

“Absolutely fucking not. His refined palate—”

“—His brains are in his biceps—”

“Okay,” Luffy says, shrugging as he finishes the last of his apple, core and all, and flings a singular seed into the tiny bin by the sink with startling precision. “Five hundred, two weeks.” 

Usopp can’t help it. He bursts into laughter, smacking his forehead into the tabletop as he clutches at his stomach and the twinge in his ribs. He can hear Sanji’s panicked shouts of “what? What were you betting on? Usopp, tell me now—” and Zoro growling, “Luffy, I swear if this is what I think it is—” and oh. 

The sniper grins into the table. Oho. Did that not imply that Zoro knew something was going on? He could be wrong, but— “Seven-fifty, one week.”

“A thousand!” Luffy counters immediately, and Usopp cackles helplessly because he knows that his captain’s just shouting out numbers now, Luffy doesn’t even have the money. 

“How about we spill the beans on what the hell we’re betting on, and I make us all a special dinner, hm?” Sanji pleads, and it’s honestly funny how hard he’s trying to find out. 

“Absolutely not,” Nami replies, her grin saccharine sweet. “A joint bet of one thousand, seven hundred and fifty berry for one week. Y’know,” she studies her cuticles, pursing her lips in an unbothered moue, “This is the one time that I’d be happy not to collect. Don’t let me down, hm?” She gets up and slides out the galley door, and they hear her laughing all the way down the hall. 

Zoro looks like he’s about to have a conniption. Sanji has his hands buried in his hair, looking up at the ceiling and turning around like he’s begging for a divine answer. Usopp and Luffy share a gleeful look.

This is going to be a marvellously interesting week.

fin.

[tang3r1n]

here’s my list of anime dudes and chicks who’d fuck with eating ass and why;

(tw, i allude to dark subjects at some points, please be cautious and keep yourself and your mind safe <3)

animes; one piece, jjk, mha, aot

sanji— he’d be weird abt it, too loud, too wet, too gross abt it, idk man he’d be NEEEAAASSSTY.

zoro— not weird but he’d be like…so in love with your ass. like you gotta beg him to touch your clit cause he’s so focused on ur booty

law— hrrngh. hnnngfh- mmmmph.. love him. anyways, another one obsessed with ass but he’d be that sleaze who licks from your clit to asshole. like he edges you by just licking long stripes from one hole to the other reeeaalll slow. fingerbangs you like a MOTHER FUCKER while eating ur ass tho, like the kinda fast that looks like it hurts but feels fucking fantastic

luffy— obviously. no duh. no shit. he’s feral with it, but like law he switches between pussy and ass.. okay wait nvm he leans towards ur ass more imo, more stuff to actually ingest ig

doffy— he doesn’t wanna admit that he’s so fucking into ass, like the sight of a lil booty hole and he’s rock fucking hard, so he makes it a humiliation thing. like he’s making you feel pathetic and horrible for cumming from your ass like his dick isn’t sore as fuck and he’s cumming dry.

i really wanna say shanks. i really wanna fucking say shanks…. i’m saying shanks. he’d be lazy abt it tho, mainly eats you out to get your ready for his dick ngl, more of an ass fucker than an ass eater.

KIDD. KIDD. ON GOD. he’d be like doffy except he’s open abt LOVING ass AND humiliating you. he’s so fucking mean and on his knees slurping and sucking and fucking. deco loves biting your ass so hard you bleed. he’d fuck dry. yes he would.

hrrngk- nami<3– yall i have a PHAT crush on nami.. obsessed with her being obsessed over her bestie. anyways. FUCK. GOD. she’ll never fucking tell you abt it, never ever, but you can always feel her thumbs twitching near your lil pucker when she goes down on you, BIIIGGG into spanking tho. bitch leaves marks through jeans.

gojo— it’s gojo satoru, of course he’s into ass. he is THE man. THE MAN. he’s gonna eat ass, he’s gonna eat pussy, he’s gonna cum in ur mouth and make out, he’s gonna cum in your holes and eat it out. nasty mf with nasty desires.

g-..hm..yeah geto— he’d also be a humiliator. he doesn’t REALLY like ass all that much, doesn’t mind it, BUT.. it upsets you, makes you all teary and squirmy and he DOES like that. spanks so hard you welt <3

sukuna— fuck off you know why. i-i don’t have to say anything, ITS SUKUNA

mommy— I MEAN SHOKO— big bad mommy dom who makes you eat her ass then shoved all kinds of shit in your holes <3 loves doctor play and ‘taking your temp’ the old fashioned way <3 (god spit on me…)

aizawa— UUUUGGGHHHH :( i feel like he’s one of those men who loves fucking ass more than pussy, yknow? he’ll shove a vibe up there, turn it on full blast, and make you sit on his face while he eats you out and fingers ur pussy <3 a true gentleman who cums hands free when you squirt on his face and squeal then draws you a bath <33

fat gum— too easy. too fucking easy, gang he’s another everything man, loves it all.

ende-hm. en. hm. lemme sit on it for a second.

HOLY SHIT DABI— oh such an ass fucker, such an ass eater. he likes it for the taboo, naughty, gross aspect of it. the more you hate it the more he adores it. OH LORD he’d burn lil hearts on your ass so you couldn’t sit, make you lay face down and naked so he can eat your ass out while you’re ‘healing’ (he’s gonna do it again when they’ve scarred over.)

MIDNIGHT.— shes an either-or. she’ll let you choose which she eats out but both holes WILL be stuffed.

miruko— ofc dude. like. ofc. she’s got this carrot dildo you see, BABE JUST HEAR HER OUT PLEASE JUST LISTE—

eren mf yeager, BOTH yeager brothers— zeke is just an ass man, nothing really weird, just loves bootyhole. EREN NOW. eren’s like sanji. like literally so fucking loud and so fucking annoying and so fucking GROSS. there spit and lube everywhere, he’s drenched, whined and cries when you don’t let him fuck ur ass

jean(?)— also cried when you don’t let him go through the backdoor:( he’s such a crybaby, fucking your pussy so hard you can’t breathe while his thumbs are both hooked in your ass, i bet that’d feel weird as fuck cause he uses them to pull you back in.

hange— another obvious gross one. they’d be..so hot with it. god. i love team ‘girlcock hange’ btdubs. they’re the kind to finger you while DEMOLISHING your ass, spitting on ur pussy and rubbing your clit to tight and fast you’re dizzy all while they try and dig their dick deep enough to punch your gut.

GOD I WANNA SAY FUCKING REINER BUT I DONT THINK HES REALLY INTO IT :(

yknow who is??

endeavor, i decided he’d be an ass fucker. ooohh yeeeaaahhh… he’s not weird abt it, but the SSSSECOND you say you wanna get your ass ate he’s tossing you on the bed and ripping off your pants. a snogger, shoves his face ALL up in there <3 another one who SPANKS AND SLAPS AND SPITS AND BITES. he’d be like hange, fucking the shit out of your ass with his.. yknow those like, big logs of ground beef you can buy at stores? enji, anyways, and he’s finger blasting ur cunt with two fingers cause they’re big enough that if he fisted you he’d prolly fucking kill you.

k done. can you tell i’ve discovered a new kink guys?????

I HIT THE TAG LIMIT LMFAO

[eromarimo]

What’s your thoughts on an argument I’ve found that sannami is abusive ?? I personally think western fandoms way too seriously since most of Nami’s beating up Sanji was a comic relief not a real abuse, she only slapped seriously once, yeah it was wrong but their whole relationship isn’t abusive, I feel like western fandoms always always wants ships to be 100% perfect as if they are a wife and a husband came from heaven, that dose not make any sense at all but I’d like to know your thoughts about their argument.

Hi dear anon! ✨ First of all saying that Sannami is abusive is so ridiculous. Sannami is one of the healthiest ships on One Piece and has had development that could easily debunk that "argument"

Now ...(this might be a long post btw) I want to start this with somenthing that a japanese friend told me "some anime are not throught and/or designed for the western to understand" which I couldn't agree more!! Japanese humor is different from western humor.

In anime there are a lots of gagreels and one of the most common ones is the girls ir anyone hitting characters that are doing dumb stuff

Is not exclusive from One Piece and is not exclusive of Sannami at all!!

Is just a comedy relief and besides, Nami only hits Sanji when he is dragged in to Luffy's and Zoro's antics, the only times she hits only him had been twice in the whole story when he was being a pervert which again... IS A GAGREEL, "but I don't like that kind of humor" congrats! Neither japanese give a thought about western finding it funny or not, is the sense of humor that they have there.

Under other circumstances I would not go there and try to find deep shit on a gag but let's reason like these people that can't understand the difference between a joke a abuse.

If you want to take every gag or situation as abuse then you'll have this:

- Luffy throws his crewmates as ragdolls without thinking about hurting them.

What a bad captian!😷

Is a Gag...

Such an abusive brat!1!1

- Carrot and Chopper bite their crewmates when they get mad

Is a gag, besides they are animals, of course they bite!!

BuLliEz!1!1

-Yamato hid a child on her breast, DEPRAVATION!!

It was to hide Momo... Where else could he have hidden?

DEPRAVATION!1!1

-Nami hits everyone 😤😤

Nami hits everyone in order to correct them and even this hits are not meant to be serious or damaging

ShE iS AbUsIvE!1!1!

So according to these people, we only can say:

#mugiwarasoverparty

Do you realize how stupid all of the statements above are? It doesn't make anysense trying to take everything serious in situations that are not meant to be serious at all...

These moments are presented in ridiculous situations that are meant to make people laugh, abusive situations in One Piece are followed by moments of tension where NO ONE is fooling around and I want to believe that people knows the difference between a laugh and a serious situation that doesn't intend to make anyone laugh...

Now with the slap...

Yes, it was bad, yes it was uncalled for BUT it has to do more with how japanese romance is written (I'll do an essay about that in other post) basically the function of that slap in that moment of tension is to add more drama to the situation like a typical telenovela or a TV drama.

And last but not least:

The hits as gag are not exclusive of Sannami, is not even an argument to tear away the ship, is just another attempt to want to find a reason to discredit it but if you want to see that way, let's take a look over other ship where Nami hits this person more than she has hit any other character in the whole series shall we?

So Nami has hit Luffy basically since their meet, she even tried to drown him knowing perfectly well that he can't swim, when he has asked her why she hit him on an occassion, she said "just because" (he was fooling around) and this is barely on the east blue, there had been more and more times where she has hit him and there are more to come believe me...

So why in here no one is calling this abuse, toxicity, violence, etc, etc...

Oh yeah... Because... C'mon, take some air and say it with me... IT'S A GAGREEL!!

And when it's a joke for a ship and for other is "abuse" even if the actions are with the same purpose... I don't know sounds like someone is giving a biased opinion just to make a ship look bad because of lack of arguments on their favor 🤔

So... To finish this bibble, Sannami is not AN abusive ship, they are always supporting each other and there are more times of them showing support, comunication and mutual respect for each other's beliefs, feelings and opinion than this type of gagreel...

Sorry for this bibble and if you read it all... Here 🍊 take a mikan

[nekojuro]

Just for shits and giggles, can you do headcanons of the straw hat's reaction to being given a random spoon (which is for no reason whatsoever)

hello, thank you for the request! this is the most random request i ever received and i love it XD I can't do much with my tight and busy schedule so I'm sorry for being inactive! genre: sfw warning(s): none note: new format lol who is she (っ＾▿＾) btw this is straw hats with carrot and vivi

➢ when you reach it out for them, they wouldn't take it and would probably bite the empty spoon from your hand and look at you cluelessly. when you won't react or respond, they would bite it again but aggressively instead in confusion.

↳ chopper, LUFFY, carrot

➢ would look at you like you're some crazy bitch and will 100% turn their backs on you to pretend they don't know you.

↳ ZORO, franky, jimbei, NAMI

➢ "huh? what's this? are you hungry? are we eating ice cream? why are you giving me a spoon? where is the food?"

↳ SANJI, usopp, CHOPPER, LUFFY, brook, CARROT, vivi

➢ they would take it and will lightly hit your forehead with it while having a small smile.

↳ ROBIN, zoro, JIMBEI, franky, VIVI, usopp

➢ would take it and put it back in the kitchen without a question.

↳ robin, sanji, USOPP, chopper, vivi, carrot, BROOK

➢ "why are you giving me this? is this dirty or cursed? you did something on this spoon, didn't you?"

↳ USOPP, NAMI, chopper, carrot, FRANKY

[taizi]

#5 from the prompt list for Sanji and Ussop?

PROMPTS LIST

5. “This is my life now. I have climbed this hill and now I will die upon it.” “Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for twenty minutes.”

x

Nami unfurls a map and spreads it out across her worktable, weighing it down on each corner with the pretty shells Luffy and Usopp have taken to collecting for her. She studies it with her lips pressed into a thin line and consults her log pose. Then she taps a finger against one of the illustrated land masses with total certainty.

"We can be at this island as early as tomorrow," she says. "Given the region and the climate, it should have at least some vegetation. Will that work?"

Sanji doesn't bother giving the map more than a cursory glance. He trusts whichever place their navigator picks out. And truthfully, even if it were a barren rock without a single shrub its name, Sanji would make it work.

"Tomorrow," he agrees.

So the next morning, when everyone is still clustered around the massive table in the galley, working through the ends of breakfast and coffee, Nami brings up the island, and mentions she'd like to stop and explore. Robin, who is either a mind-reader or else scarily intuitive when it comes to underhanded schemes, adds, "I would like the chance to walk on the beach, captain. We've been at sea for nearly a week now."

Luffy looks up from his complicated-looking game of cat's cradle with an indulgent Jimbe and smiles. "Okay! Let's go explore the mystery island today!"

Getting their way is as easy as asking. There's really no need for subterfuge, not with Luffy. If Sanji were to say what he was really thinking, what he was really planning, he knew Luffy would move heaven and earth for him. It's what Luffy always did.

But this will require a delicate hand. Luffy, who never met a problem he couldn't punch into submission, who reacts to his friends' troubles like a nuclear warhead, needs to sit this one out for the time being.

Deciding this as good a cue as any, Sanji announces, "In that case, I'm going to see if there are any fruits and vegetables on the island I can use. Usopp, I nominate you to help me."

"Whaaat? Why me?" Usopp pipes up.

Sanji very deliberately doesn't look down at Usopp's plate, which is largely untouched, because there are some things he can be a nuclear warhead about, too.

Instead, he says, "You told me you'd help me come up with a tattoo design and you never did. You can help me while we hunt down some melons."

Usopp sits upright with a jolt. "Shoot! I totally forgot! Okay, yeah."

"Melons!" Luffy shrieks, at the same time Carrot and Chopper gasp, "Tattoo??" and it all spins into complete, entirely-predictable chaos from there.

Sanji sits back in his chair, letting the noise and laughter rush over him. He makes eye contact with Nami across the table, who was watching him already, with a sort of pale cloud of worry hanging over her head. He smiles at her and picks up his fork to finish his eggs, even though every bite is tasteless.

Usopp ends up chasing Brook and Franky from the table, waving his arms and yelling about artistic vision, and he leaves his uneaten food behind.

#

"This is my life now," Usopp pants, trudging wearily behind Sanji with dogged, tortured steps. "I've climbed this hill, and now I'll die on it."

"Shut up, we've only been walking for twenty minutes," Sanji says mildly. He does pause though, and study the sheltered grove they've wandered into.

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one hauling all the fruit," Usopp whines. "I'm sitting, it's too late to stop me."

Sanji hides a smile behind his hand as he takes a drag from his cigarette, and joins his friend in the grass.

They managed to scrape together a pretty decent haul over the last hour or so. Papaya, mangoes, and star fruit were among some of the things Sanji expected to find, but he was especially delighted by the avocados and soursops. In the back of his mind, he's already planning a tart, tropical ice cream.

Usopp is grinning at him, playful and affectionate, and says, "You got a plan for all this stuff already, don't you?"

"I might," Sanji replies, and lets Usopp have his chuckle.

The shade is a pleasant respite, and the sun that filters through the leafy canopy overhead is creating a shifting, dappled pattern on the grass and dirt. They're still close enough to the beach that they can hear the dull roar of the ocean; in fact, if Sanji concentrates hard enough, he can hear their friends down there, too.

It's peaceful, and probably the best opportunity Sanji is going to get. Without facing Usopp, he says, "I almost starved when I was a kid."

His friend goes still, probably digesting the tonal whiplash.

"You've mentioned that," Usopp says carefully.

"I probably didn't mention how fucked-up I was afterwards," Sanji says quietly. "My muscles atrophied. I couldn't even walk. My metabolism was completely screwed and three days after I was rescued a doctor diagnosed me with refeeding disorder. I had a couple seizures. They were terrified I was going to slip into a coma and not wake up."

It's easy to say it now, because it happened so long ago that it almost feels like retelling someone else's story. He isn't the same boy that starved on that rock. If he pushes himself far away from it all, Sanji can pretend he doesn't still remember that gnawing, world-consuming hunger.

"I was weird about food after that. I mean, I still am," he says, smiling at his hands. Usopp makes a cut-off, wounded noise beside him, but doesn't interrupt. "There are days when I still-- think too much. When, you know, I flip my shit because my friends are sneaking snacks out of the fridge, it's not because I'm an asshole. Or, well, not entirely because of that."

He remembers getting sick once, when he was about twelve. It was a flu, and it hit a couple of people in the restaurant pretty hard, but it took Sanji out. Even two years after the island, his immune system was a shit-show.

His dad sat by his bed, nursing him through fever and nausea. Sanji bawled like a baby every time he threw up, disoriented and unwell and certain that he was going to die, that there would be nothing left of him after this, that he was still on that island after all.

But Zeff in all his infinite patience would pack Sanji safely back into bed, compresses and quilts and all, and then give him a bowl of rice, or yogurt, or mashed banana. There was always food available, even if he could only manage a few bites. Carne or Patty would finish it for him before he could work himself up about wasting a few ounces of applesauce. His family coaxed him through every recovery step by step for years and years.

"There was a literal chemical imbalance in my brain after what I went through," Sanji says. "Even after I stopped hoarding leftovers and planning meals like some kind of doomsday-prepper, I just wasn't the same kid. I mean, that's probably why I started smoking," he adds, with an ironic little wave of the hand holding his cigarette. "When a person goes through trauma like mine, they're more likely to develop an addiction. Or something."

"Why are you telling me all this?" Usopp asks. His voice is thin and reedy, as if he's only barely holding himself back from the edge of something very big and loud. Sanji can feel him shaking where their shoulders are touching.

"Because I want you to understand where I'm coming from," Sanji replies. He's still not looking at Usopp, still absorbed in the sunlight patterns on the grass and the faint sound of their friends screaming and laughing on the beach, because those things are much safer. "I don't know what you're going through, but when it comes to having hang-ups about food, I get it. And you haven't been eating properly since we came home to Sunny after those two years we were all apart."

Usopp sucks in a sharp breath. Abruptly, he stops shaking. Sanji thinks he's probably holding himself very still.

He probably thought no one had noticed, that he could fly under the radar for just a bit longer. He might even think it's not a big deal.

"You don't have to tell me everything," Sanji says. His tone breaks a bit here, and pleading leaks in. "You don't owe me anything. That's not what this is about, I swear."

"I didn't realize I was hurting you," Usopp says, in a hollow sort of tone. He sounds horrified.

Sanji borrows something Patty had said to him when he was a kid and Patty found him crying on the floor of the walk-in fridge. Sanji had been eleven-years-old and absolutely certain that today would be the day he pushed Zeff and Patty and Carne too far with his annoying ticks and neuroses and they got sick of dealing with him. Patty had picked him up and thrown him over his shoulder to deliver him to Zeff and said--

"It's not about you hurting me, it's about you hurting you," Sanji says. "It kills me when you don't eat, but only because I don't want you to be hungry."

Sanji's hands shake sometimes, just remembering Luffy's emaciated limbs back on Whole Cake Island, the way he almost wasn't strong enough to lift the bento box that Sanji gave him.

Luffy's monster metabolism turned on a dime and did faster damage to his body than Sanji accounted for. He'll never forgive himself for that.

He can't let any of them go hungry.

Now, he risks a side-long glance at Usopp. Usopp is staring at him, face ashen, eyes red-rimmed and glassy. He's shifted to his knees at some point, hands hovering on the brink of flying into motion.

He's Sanji's little brother in everything but blood and he won't eat.

"Can you tell me why?" Sanji asks. "Would that be okay?"

Usopp nods, very slowly. His hands sink down to rest on his own knees. Working his mouth for a moment as he chews over the words, he finally says, "Kuma sent me to a place called Boin, and I wound up in the Forest of Gluttony. Everything there was made of food. I was so-- I don't know, freaked out. Our crew just got ripped apart and I didn't know where I was and I was all alone. But there was food everywhere, and it was a comfort, I guess. Once I started eating, I just kept eating. It was like," Usopp's fingers clench and release in the fabric of his jumpsuit, a nervous twitch, "I wasn't as scared when I was eating, and then it turned into like, a reflex. When I got scared I'd reach for food, and you know me." He laughs, humorlessly. "I was always fucking scared. So I gained a ton of weight in like, no time. I could barely run."

Binge-eating, Sanji thinks with a sinking sadness. And for Usopp to be in the shape he's in now, he must have made an abrupt turnaround. There almost certainly wasn't a dietitian in the Forest of Gluttony to help him do it in a safe way.

Sanji nods for Usopp to go on, and something guarded and tense in Usopp's posture, something that's waiting for judgement or mockery, uncoils. He slumps, and then leans over and lets all his weight rest against Sanji's side. Sanji shifts his arm out from inbetween them and drapes it across Usopp's shoulders instead.

"I get nervous," Usopp says haltingly, "that I'll eat too much again. I have to be careful. I have to keep myself strong, so I can keep up with all of you."

"Food keeps you strong," Sanji replies, his heart in his throat. "You're a genius engineer, so think of your body as a machine if that helps. It's design is to keep you alive at all costs. It'll eat itself to do that if it has to. It needs a battery."

"And pancakes are a battery?" Usopp asks dryly, in a tone too exhausted to come across as anything truly humorous. He's twisting his fingers together in his lap, wringing them anxiously.

"They are," Sanji says, thinking of what Usopp is probably thinking of, his untouched plate at breakfast. "But so is a mango. So are the disgusting protein smoothies that I make for Franky and Zoro. Our friends eat like garbage disposals, but that doesn't mean you have to. I can cook healthier foods for you, snipes. We can make sure you get everything you need in smaller portions. If you... if you're willing, we can ask Chopper to help us come up with a balanced meal plan. You can help me in the kitchen. Whatever you want."

Usopp mutters, "I thought I was doing fine. I didn't mean to worry anyone."

"I only noticed because I'm a lunatic," Sanji replies. Usopp snorts, and then looks guilty for laughing, and then laughs again despite himself.

"Everyone in this family is a lunatic," he says.

He doesn't give Sanji a definitive answer, but it's enough that he listened. It's enough that they talked. It's not as though something like this would get resolved right away, anyway.

And on their way back down the hill, they split a star fruit. It feels like more of a victory than any of the stunts Sanji pulled in Totto Land.

#

Two mornings later, Usopp intercepts Sanji in the galley. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets and he's looking at a point somewhere past Sanji's shoulder when he says, "Can we talk to Chopper today?"

Sanji literally drops what he's doing, bowl and whisk rattling where they land on the counter. "We can talk to him right now."

"Oh," Usopp says, surprised. "Oh no, not like, right this second. He's making kites with Carrot and Franky."

Sanji is already moving, shouldering open the galley door and nodding for Usopp to go through first.

"You're more important than a fucking kite, Usopp," Sanji says, leading the way across the deck. "You're one of the ten most important things to me on the planet, actually."

He misses the way Usopp's face lights up, because he's too busy plotting how to bribe their doctor into coming along quietly, but Nami, sitting on the bench seat that wraps around the main mast, sees it. The worry that's been haunting her for the last four days finally lets go.

She reaches out to squeeze Usopp's hand and says, "He means that, you know."

"Yeah," Usopp says, in a slow, wondering sort of voice. "I think I do."

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1005 - Initial Thoughts

Bit of a brow raiser this one Oda, like you relish subverting expectation

But One Piece is back after a long week break (and a less good official translation) as we continue matters with the Flying Six, meaning Hybrid Kaido still eludes us...

but let’s see what we got out of this one huh?

Spoilers for Chapter 1005, Support the Official Release too

Starting off with Katakuri on the cover page, which was nice and cute

Sticking with Black Maria we see the details of how she intends to capture Robin, basically a full on web room, the access to Tranquilizers seems interesting to me too, could use those against them

Dang those are some big brass knuckles

You just knew Oda was gonna do something else when the ladies watching were slowly turning to favour Sanji’s reluctance to talk

And...yeah, it’s disappointing that he does in the end comply with Maria’s request. Calling for help from Robin to save him after doing the ‘don’t underestimate Nico Robin’ scene from last chapter - even Maria herself is surprised

Man, Drake and Apoo are still going at it? Where’s Queen in all this too?

Chopper hard at work though, is the virus back to spreading though

Yeah Heat...we’re kinda feeling that too

Bepo noting it though could call for a surprise Heart Pirates rescue attempt, since they are allies

Marco still out here handling King though it seems

Jimbei don’t look away from the Cat man, that bite is gonna hurt regardless of Armament Haki

Sasaki got up quickly from that belly slash didn’t he?

Nami knows how it is, probably getting Enies Lobby flashbacks from it, but Usopp’s spotted the face tag creatures, maybe he’ll do something with them?

Power Pose Leg

See Sanji this is why you negotiate, you really thought Maria was gonna let you go?

Kinda expected Maria to have a harem of captives though, apparently monogamy was Sanji’s dealbreaker

Slap that bitch Robin!

If Robin’s bloomed past the trap doesn’t that mean that’s Clone Robin?

God it’s been too long to see Assassin Robin come out

And Brook’s here too, freeing Sanji from the webbing because he’s not a mega simp

‘Are those it? Your last words’ DEVIL CHILD LIGHT OF THE REVOLUTIONARY ARMY ASSASSIN ROBIN HYPE

So I think the sell for Sanji is meant to be he complied because he knew Robin could handle herself and trusted her to come out on top, but I don’t think it landed that way enough

I’m a little confused by Yamato’s explanation, are we saying that all the eye tags are ‘cyborgs’? Does that mean Bao Huang is a cyborg? Or just the tiny animals? Does that mean Kaido experimented on small animals to turn them into a recon unit?

‘Everything they see is seen by their human counterparts’ - so each Mary is assigned to another user? It can’t be animal based because Bao Huang found the Akazaya thought a mouse Mary

Finding a Mary though means that Yamato’s group has been spotted, time to bounce

Yamato my dude you are giving Momo a new wave of confusion by having him hide in your tits

And Jack is back, wanting to get his revenge on the weakened Akazaya. Guessing this is where Sanji redeems himself, an Injured Jack vs an injured Sanji, should suffice though given that Jack is a 1bn Beri bounty

Jesus christ everyone’s getting their tits out this chapter XD Oda’s definitely maintaining himself as a boob guy

Is that a legit head on her flaming weapon as well? That’d be grim

Badass Nico Robin and Simp Brook having to face the giant spider lady

So to get it out of the way, yes it was upsetting with the Sanji stuff

but this was still a good chapter, in fact it feels like Oda intentionally wants us pissed off at Sanji because of this - given how blatant he made out the dialogue being similar to public thinking. 

I am glad Robin’s finally gonna get a legitimate fight as well, she hasn’t had a real fight since Fishman Island, maybe you can count Trebol and Sugar but she was more dodging and trying to grab them than fight. And Oda’s made sure she looks badass as hell here. I wonder if Brook is gonna wander off too though, 2v1 seems like it could dampen Robin getting a W. I mean Brook is probably staying to make sure Robin doesn’t get kidnapped but they need to support Luffy too

As I said, Jack vs Sanji seems imminent, and with the rest of the Tobi Roppo busy that means Brook doesn’t really have anyone to fight, unless he walks into Queen or Hawkins (still maintaining though that Hawkins will turn on Kaido), Carrot and Wanda have been fighting Perospero on the outside for a long time too I wonder how that’s going. Yamato is also on the move too, he’s gotta find a new hiding spot though he could too be motivated to go to the Akazaya, I doubt there’s many more hiding places in Onigashima given that it’s hundreds of feet in the air.

but no break next week, I’m guessing we’ll have some of the Maria fight, maybe move to Jimbei too and hopefully Carrot - though if I were to bet I think Marco or Drake/Chopper is more likely from the chapter - before we return to whatever wreckage Hybrid Kaido and BM have left for our supernova

Man why can’t the chapters come quicker? Like just clone Oda 10 times over and then get 10 chapters a week XD the waits are painstaking, and we don’t even know who the shadowed figure Robin and Jimbei saw was let alone who the new shadowed person with the Akazaya is

such a freaking tease...

[itsthemoofacewriting]

Potato peeling

I shared one of my head canons with Monkey-d-momo and then the next day it kind of spiralled out of control in my head, to the point where I had to leave my half-destroyed Animal Crossing island to come and write this out. So, this is for you, Momo!

Summary: Sanji's had never had an assistant before, but now, at least once a week, Nami's there to keep him company. Rating: K. 

This can also be found on AO3 and FFN. 

Enjoy.

Sanji made a point not to think too deeply about his childhood before Baratie, but now he’s racking his brain in search for a time, any time, that he could ever remember having an assistant in the kitchen. Not other chefs that were working around him on their own dishes or bus boys or dish washers, someone by his side just to help him. Although, when he thought about it, back then he would have refused the help, with his ego far too proud as a fledging chef.

He spent a lot of time alone cooking and there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s what he was trained to do, and he enjoyed it. Enjoyed creating dishes that’ll fill empty stomachs and watching as delight bloomed across his crewmates face when they took their first bite. But now, as Nami hummed next to him, eyebrows drawn together in concentration as she stirred the sauce in the pot, he realised how much he liked having an assistant. How much he liked having the company.

It also helped that it was fantastic company. Nothing gets better than Nami-san.

The first time she’d walked in to offer help, he’d tried to persuade her to relax instead, in the kitchen of course because he’d never turn her away, but she hadn’t listened. She’d fixed him with a hard stare as his words rolled over her and held her hand out, waiting for a knife to help him peel potatoes.

That was a few weeks ago now, and he’s glad she didn’t listen to him. His kitchen is now filled with humming, quiet conversations or peaceful silences- with someone. It’s nice. It’s not every day, after all she’s the navigator, not the cook and she does have other responsibilities. But those little moments together, at least once per week now, made him start to notice the difference. Nothing bad, he still loved to cook but there’s no one peering over his shoulder to see what he’s doing or how he’s doing it (or asking for food- Luffy) or shooting him wonderfully smart remarks that bring a smile to his face or… well, he could go on all day.

They get along very well in those small moments together, when they’re not fighting for their lives or surrounded by the rest of the crew and it makes him happy. He got to see her truly relaxed, walls down, and their actions are almost domestic, and it made his head spin slightly. He tried not to think too much about that though when he’s dealing with sharp objects or high temperatures.

But he does wonder what spurred this on, the thought lingered in the back of his head. Her offer came completely out of the blue and they’d already been sailing together for so long, so naturally he wondered why. She’d never offered any explanation and he hadn’t asked, because why would he? He was thrilled to have time alone with her and to pass on his knowledge to someone who was so interested.

She hadn’t helped him tonight though, not that she said she would, mind you. Sometimes she’d mention in passing that she’d be there but other times she’d just appear, and it kept him on his toes.

After dinner though, as she put her plate on the side (just before he could get it for her), she left him with a quick, “See you later” and was gone. Maybe he was becoming too predictable because whilst dinner may be finished with, she knew he would occasionally prep ingredients for the next day and apparently, he’d have her company for that tonight without even breathing a word of it.

He couldn’t wait.

.

.

.

As much as he’d like to wait for her, that’s never how this worked. Sometimes she’d come later, depending on whether she got held up with something, so he always started, and she’d join in.

Tonight, he went to the toilet after organising the potatoes he’d need for the next day but on his short trip he didn’t catch sight of her. That wasn’t necessarily bad, but it could mean she’d been distracted with something. It was foolish, because he knew how this worked and he shouldn’t expect this from her, but he was slightly disappointed. He shook his head; he was being ridiculous.

Despite giving himself a talking to in the toilet, it didn’t stop his eyes from drifting to see if the orange haired navigator was around. He was sorely tempted to knock on the library door to offer her a drink, just to confirm it but he stopped his feet from wondering off course.

So when he pushed open the door to the kitchen, he couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping to stare at the sight of Nami already sat down on one of the stools, knife carefully peeling the potato in her hands.

So, she’d beaten him here, huh?

He didn’t get the chance to compose himself before she was looking up and her lips curled upwards, like she could read his thoughts.

“You’re slacking, Sanji-kun. I thought you’d abandoned me to peel potatoes all by myself,” she teased.

He smiled then. “Never, Nami-san. The day that happens I’d forfeit my own hands.”

She smiled back at him and they settled into comfortable silence as he sat on the stool opposite her, taking the knife she’d left out for him and grabbing a potato. There’s something relaxing about doing this. The same sweeps of the knife almost sent him into a trance and all the stress of the day bleeds from him as his mind wondered. He’d never found potato peeling a chore. It anything, he looked forward to the monotony of it.

He’s not sure how long they peel in the quiet of the kitchen, but he almost jumped as Nami started to quietly talk.

“The first time I offered to help, it was because I missed Bell-mére,” she said it softly and it should sound sad, but she sounded soft instead. “She used to get me peeling the potatoes when I had nothing to do or thought I’d studied for too long.”

Ah. Well, that answered one of Sanji’s questions. There was something quite special about not having to ask after the reason but being told instead. She wasn’t always very forthcoming about her childhood and he’d never blamed her; he hadn’t been either. It’s why he never enquired.

“You should have seen the first time I’d ever done it; you’d have turned in your grave. There was almost nothing left by the time it’d been peeled and I’d somehow managed to cut myself multiple times,” she continued, chuckling to herself and dropped a perfectly peeled potato into the steel bucket before moving onto the next one. “She hadn’t been angry though. Well, she had at my cut fingers, but she stopped what she was doing to show me how to peel the carrots next.”

“I’m not surprised she wasn’t angry. I can’t imagine being angry with you now, let alone when you were younger.” It was the truth; it was no secret that he was soft around children and he’d seen first-hand a young Nami- she was adorable. He’d have stood no chance.

Still doesn’t.

“What about you?” She asked tentatively, eyes flickering up to his, unsure about whether this was a topic that she should broach. That she could breach.

Sanji smiled lightly and answered with ease, his voice filled with fondness at the memory. “My Mum thought the world of whatever I made. Some of it was truly horrible, Nami-san, I’d had no training whatsoever apart from some tatty books and the opinions of mice.”

“I find that hard to believe- about being a horrible cook, that is. Feeding mice I’m totally on board with.”

He picked up another potato before he responded, “It’s true! There were pieces of eggshells in it, it was overcooked, yet also undercooked because I hadn’t set the oven properly.” There was a firm smile on his face though, despite the description he was giving.

“I sense this didn’t deter her,” she guessed, pausing the potato peeling as she waited for his response.

He laughed. “Not at all. She still boasted to the nurses and handmaids whenever she had the chance and when I was leaving, she’d tell me to bring some more next time.”

“Ah. So that’s where you get your kind heart from.” She nodded to herself, like she’d solved a piece of her own puzzle.

He tried to keep his cool, but he couldn’t stop the blush that bloomed across his cheeks. Instead of responding to that, he decided to continue on.

“On the cruise ship I worked on before Baratie, I was passable at best, but definitely better than the rest of the chefs. The real wakeup call was when I got to Baratie. Zeff was horrified by the bad habits I’d picked up and spent all his time picking on me.”

“Like what?” At his blank look she clarified, “How did he pick on you?”

“Ragging on me in front of staff and customers. To be fair, I probably needed to be taken down a peg or too. I couldn’t be told back then. Oh, and that damned peg leg, hurt like hell,” he groaned, recalling the way Zeff had kicked him when he’d wanted to throw away fresh food. “The worst, though, was the nickname- little eggplant. That’ll haunt me to my dying day. He had no tact, the damn old man, and he’d call me it regardless of who was around. Even the regulars knew of it.”

“Fatherly love, then,” she summarised, an affectionate smile on her face.

Sanji laughed but nodded his head. “Unfortunately so.”

They continued on like that, trading stories back and forth from their childhood. Not always revolving around cooking in Nami’s case, but small things, like the time she’d convinced Nojiko to let her cut in a fringe and her sister had wound up with a mullet until it grew out or how Sanji had singed his hair trying to show off around the oven.

The pile of unpeeled potatoes started to dwindle as the bucket with peeled potatoes filled up. Sanji was so lost in conversation that he hadn’t noticed until they were both reaching in for the last potato and as they both look at each other and down to the last potato, he felt a competitive thrill go through him. He managed to snag the potato just before she could, but she didn’t look sour about it, so he took that as a sign to crack on.

There were no more potatoes to peel but Nami still stayed sitting with him.

“So, what made you stick around?” It was ballsy and he was risking scaring her off, but it’s the one thing she hadn’t freely given during their conversation and he really wanted to know. To finally scratch the itch of curiosity.

Nami doesn’t respond straight away, she fiddled with the knife in her hands and it’s only for a second, but it felt like a lifetime to Sanji. He was holding his breath, waiting for some form of reaction from her.

She breathed out and finally looked at him. “I realised I enjoyed spending time with you.”

That’s not the explanation he’d expected. At all.

He has to fight down the urge to sputter off nonsense, it would not win him her favour. “I enjoy spending time with you too.”

“I didn’t doubt that for a second,” she said, her voice playful.

There’s a clever smile on her face and as much as he enjoyed that, he wanted her to know he was serious. He enjoyed her company.

“I’m serious,” he hummed, not looking up from the final potato he’s peeling, and he might need to long this one out, just to keep himself busy, so he didn’t chicken out. “I’ve always enjoyed cooking, but you’ve only made it better with your company. I’ve never had an assistant before, but I’m glad it was you.”

Nami’s flushed and she looked like she was struggling on how to respond. He wondered if he’d gone too far. It’s not how he’d planned this evening to go and it’s clearly not what she’d intended either. Yet here they were.

“Because I’m a woman or…” She trailed off and the silent ‘because it’s me’ is left in the air, but they both know it’s there.  

She’s watching his face carefully and he doesn’t know what to make of that. It felt like he was balancing on a tight rope and any wrong answer will have him plummeting without a safety net to catch him. The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable or put an end to their occasional kitchen activities together.

It almost sounded like a confession when he finally spoke, and he supposed it was.

“Because it’s you,” he said, his voice sure and face even.

The tension in the room increased tenfold and it felt like he needed to use one of the knifes to cut at it. It’s diffused instantly when Nami smiled softly at him and it sent his heart racing.

The next second she’s up on her feet, leaving their potato peeling bubble, like nothing happened. “We need to put these in water and into the fridge, right?”

“Yeah,” he replied breathlessly, stunned by the sudden shift. What had even just happened?

She walked into the kitchen, pulling out a much smaller container and filling it with water. She turned and raised an eyebrow as he’s still sitting there. He realised a beat later that she’s waiting for him to follow after her with the potatoes. Who was the professional chef here? He was on his feet in seconds before he could be prompted any further and they fall back into their normal pace, like nothing had happened.

… Had anything happened? He’s going to need some time alone to replay this scene and figure it out.

As soon as he’s done putting the potatoes away safely in the bottom of the fridge, ready for tomorrow, Nami’s done washing up the knives they’d used and then it’s just them, alone in the kitchen.

Nami’s leaning against the kitchen unit, arms folded and looking at him expectantly, because she doesn’t look like she’s leaving anytime soon. It made him nervous and he resisted the urge to play with his hands.

“Thank you for your help, Nami-san,” he said gratefully, and he really meant it. He hoped she knew that, that it came across.

“Anytime, Sanji-kun.” She pushed away from the counter to walk towards him and he’s frozen, watching her get closer and closer until he had to tilt his head down to keep looking at her face.

Her hands are on his tie and he realised after a beat that she’s adjusting it. He’d loosened it earlier, like he always did this late at night and she knew that too. He wondered if this was an excuse to touch him, but he squashed that thought down as quickly as it appeared. Maybe it just looked weird.

Her hands are warm and as she played with his tie, they brush against his chest and it sent his heart into fits.

When she looked up at him, seemingly happy with the end result, and she’s so close that he could count the fair freckles that litter her nose if he wanted to. And he really wanted to, but he’s distracted by the way her eyes are searching his. She looked expectant and he didn’t know what to do with that. Or what she wanted.

Nami lingered, her hands still clasping his tie lightly but resting against his chest idly and he’s stopped breathing because it’s all slightly overwhelming and he didn’t want the moment to break before he figured out what he’s supposed to be doing. The voice in the back of his head is screaming at him to ‘make a move, you idiot’, but he can’t bring himself to act on it. What if he’s wrong? What if he’s building this up to be something bigger than it actually is?

There’s another long moment where he can practically feel her breath on his face before she’s pulling away and he’s instantly regretting not acting on what the voice had told him because he felt like he’d just missed his moment.

The smirk on her face made him wonder if that’s not the case at all.

She released his tie and patted his chest before taking a step back. He missed the closeness already.

“Goodnight, Sanji,” she said lowly and then she’s turning around, walking towards the door.

The door swung closed behind her and for the first time in hours, he’s left alone in the kitchen. The scent of her perfume is still under his nose and the skin under his shirt burned from where she’d touched him.

He’s not sure what’s just happened. From the atmosphere to her new behaviour, he’s left reeling trying to catch up. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but this seemed to be a new development… towards something.

But right now, it’s late and his brains just turned to mush, so he’s not figuring it out now. He just hoped he could get his mind to settle down enough that he’d be able to actually sleep.

He flicked the kitchen light off behind him.

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So. The tiny little drabble this was supposed to be has now turned into a two part-er. I messaged Momo when I’d almost finished writing the first part and gave her two possible endings to choose from when this was originally a one-shot. Momo picked one and my brain betrayed me (and my other WIPs) by going ‘do both’. So here we are.

The second part is almost finished- I’m aiming for it to be up in a week max.

Please excuse any errors.

Thanks for reading.

[hauntingblue]

Inept 8 year old boy dragon tries to save floating island is such a concept

[oneyeartoparty]

Meeting At Long Last - Chapter 3: Setting Sail

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24753607/chapters/63739450

As Lily pushed open the cabin door, she felt the rush of cold air filter through the gaps in her armour. She only removed her armour when necessary, and rarely outdoors, and so the brief feeling made brought for the nostalgia of the sun on her skin and the wind dancing through her hair as it had during her carefree days spent on Dawn Island.

Coming out of her thoughts, she observed the man in front of her. Thatch was a near spitting image of his wanted poster, right down to the pompadour hairstyle and goatee. What had changed was subtle and had come naturally with age. New wrinkles and age spots had appeared that were once not present and prominent scars had faded into nearly invisible intents in the skin. Still, his age didn’t dull his warm smile, nor remove the friendliness from his eyes. If anything, it only served to enhance his friendly demeanor, evoking the feel of wise older figure from a fairy tale that helps the hero during their quest.

“Hey Lily, I’m Thatch! Fourth Division Commander and head cook. It’s good to meet the sister Ace has talked about so often. I’ve brought you some breakfast, I figured you might be hungry after last nights events.”

Bringing his hands forward, Lily saw he held a wooden platter. Across its surface were morsels, all different, but exquisite in their way. Much of what was present she recognised, but others were strange; a neon green star with a scattering of pepper atop, a piece of blue-tinted fish and oddly what she thought resembled a cherry blossom petal.

As strange as some of the food was, the care put into making the food was evident, and she knew it had been some time since her last meal. Taking the platter in her hands, she grabbed the piece of fish. Carefully lifting the bottom of the mask, she felt a slight resistance from the straps that held it in place as she placed it in her mouth.

It was delicious, undeniably so. Even with her non-existence palette, every bite was a joy.

“This is scrumptious!”

“I’m glad you like it. I made a mix of different things, so you were bound to like something here.”

Satisfied that Lily had liked his cooking, Thatch took the opportunity to hop onto the railing, crossing his legs and placing his hands on his knee before addressing her again.

“Come sit up here with me. Its more comfortable than the floor and we get a table out of it.”

“Are you sure the platter won’t fall off? I don’t want to waste it.”

“Don’t worry! The wind and sea are calm. I’d be more worried about Ace returning and inhaling it.”

Lily gave a small laugh in response. “Quite true, I’ve lost some goods meals to his blackhole-for-a-stomach.”

Handing the platter to Thatch, who placed it beside him, she joined him on the railing and grabbing another morsel. The man seemed content to wait as Lily ate before re-starting the conversation. Still, the more she ate, the more she felt energy return to her, and with it, a strange bravery that often eluded her in social situations with strangers.

“Just how much had Ace told you about us?” She asked as she grabbed another item from the platter.

“Talking about you and Luffy is one of his favourite topics. He’s told us a lot about the three of you as kids.”

“And as adults?”

“Not as much. Can’t make too many stories where you’re seas away from your family. He does make sure to check out every newspaper we get for news on you two, though. You’re not famous, but you were mentioned a few times thanks to some of the bigger bounties you’ve brought in. No front pages, but that still didn’t stop Ace from showing us.”

He pauses for a moment, undoubtedly thinking over his many conversations with her brother.

“Come to think of it, there were never any photos of you, just mentions, so Ace filled us in on your appearance.”

“I’ve changed my attire a bit since we last saw each other, but I assume he mentioned the mask?”

“Yeah matches his description too. A smiling white rabbit with a pink nose and chubby cheeks. This one not made of wood though, is it?”

“The old one became damaged during a fight with a bounty in the North Blue, so I had it replaced. This one looks the same, but its made of a special type of coloured one-way glass. It's more sturdy and comes with adjustable straps, so it's more comfortable to wear for longer periods. They even included some fabric that covers my hair and keeps it flying out during combat.”

Reaching up, she detaches the black fabric from the top edge of the mask, allowing her white hair to flow free.

“White hair for a white rabbit, it suits.”

Lily nodded in agreement as she focused on folding the fabric and placing it into a small pocket on her breast.

“Do you take it off often? Ace has never mentioned you without it on.”

GhOsT. MoNsTeR. FrEaK

His words unintentionally brought forth flashes of those she once knew. Their voices had long since faded into nothingness, but their words remained, carved into the core of her mind with serrated fingernails.

“NO!” She shouted with an abruptness that startled the man beside her.

“No… only in private.” She said in a nervous whisper, trying her best to defuse the awkward situation she had created.

I’ve ruined things again. Of course, I have. “Ok, I’ll let the other know, so they don’t bother you about it. Some of them can be nosy when it comes to new people.”

His words caught her by surprise, and when she turned to face him, she didn’t see a look of judge or rejection that had become commonplace to her. There was only an accepting smile.

“Thank you, that is incredibly kind,” her happiness coming through with every word she spoke.

He shook his head “Nonsense, it’s decent and not helping the sister of my crewmates is an absurd thought. Changing the topic to your brother, Ace is currently with Pops. Saw him get called in on his way back from his cabin, so I decided to find you. I was going to anyway since I thought you might appreciate some food.”

“Ace did warn me we might bump into each other.”

Thatch let out a light chuckle.

“I figured he would’ve, and I don’t blame him. When he first joined Hartua and me were the biggest flirts on the ship. Since he was placed in my Division at the time, he got a first-hand look at our antics. Every island we’d visit was another opportunity to find new people to spend a night with. But then…”

He looked down fondly at the easel mark on his wrist.

“You found your soulmate?”

He nodded.

“His name is Aisuru. We met when the Moby traveled to Fishman Island after a few pirate crews started a ruckus. I’d gone into a bookstore to look for new cooking books when we bumped into each other. He got such a shock from finally seeing colour he tripped over and whacked me in the face with his tail.”

As Thatch finished, he burst into laughter, and Lily followed suit. His energy was infectious, and she noticed it was easy to get caught up in the positive energy he extruded.

“I’ve taken him up to the surface a few times so he can see things with his own eyes. He loves seeing everything he’d only been able to see in painting and books. Shame we can’t travel together, but he has no desire to be a pirate and its safer for merfolk to stay on Fishman Island.” Thatch turned to face her. “Have you found your soulmate yet?”

Lily shook her head. “Not yet. The mark on my wrist hasn’t changed at all.”

“Ahh, so you’ve got a mark then?”

“Yes, it has been a black dot my entire life, I doubt that will change.”

And it shouldn’t.

Thatch gave her a reassuring pat on the back, “I know you haven’t asked, but don’t overthink it. No point worrying about this stuff, it's too all-consuming. Instead, why don’t we go check the ship?” Thatch said as he hopped off the railing, landing gracefully then smoothly tucking the now empty platter under his left arm.

Ace’s warning flickered into her mind. “A tour? I’m not so sure…”

“Please, it would be an honor to show you around.”

And so, with a nod from Lily the tour began.

    ~  

For the next hour, Thatch and Lily journeyed around the Moby Dick, exploring the ship’s prominent locations. As promised, their impromptu tour started with the galley.

Lily hadn’t doubted Thatch when he said it was massive, but her mind had still failed to picture the actual size of the room and everything in it.

The room was split down the middle by fridges, countertops, ovens, stoves and other equipment she didn’t recognise, as were the walls. There were fewer people than she expected, with most of those present were preparing ingredients for the next round of dishes. She could see potatoes being peeled, carrots sliced, and from somewhere unknown came the scent of cooking beef.

There was pride on Thatch’s face as he viewed the galley that she thought was reserved for master artisans who had spent years mastering their craft, learning every aspect they could from the mundane to the wonderful.

“Given my love of cooking, I doubt you’d be surprised to hear this is my favourite part of the ship. But I’m not one of those cooks who’d keep this place locked up tighter than a Marine Base. If you ever want a snack or to make something, you’re always welcome.”

The smile that formed on Thatch’s face was like a beam of sincerity, making it obvious he wanted her to take him up on the offer.

Their next stop was the main dining area of the ship. It was substantially smaller than the galley which perplexed Lily, given the size of the crew. The tables and chair were placed haphazardly, a clear sign that the crew would move them about as needed.

“We often feast on the deck. Even if we don’t, the crew are all on differing shifts, so we’ve never had to worry about this place filling up. Of course, you’re free to eat here anytime and just between us.”

He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, “The best stuff comes out late at night. That’s when we drink a little and focus on making the food more interesting.”

Unsure if she should trust food that the head chef himself labelled ‘interesting’, Lily simply nodded, which seemed to satisfied the cook.

“Alright, off to our final stop.”

~

The final leg of the tour was the longest as their destination was on the other side of the ship.

The infirmary sat toward the back of the boat, away from the where most of the crew’s activity, no doubt to give the sick and injured some much needed quiet time as they recovered.

“And this is our final stop, the infirmary. “ Thatch stopped in front of the door that precisely matched every door Lily had seen so far, excluding the red cross that sat toward the top.

Its always the doors shipwrights seem to cheap out on. No doubt this habit of theirs is going to haunt me later.

Not noticing his companion’s distraction, Thatch gripped the handle but hesitated for a moment.

“Don’t worry. We’ll make sure you don’t see the inside of this place after this visit.” As he spoke, Lily felt a protectiveness in the man’s voice.

Did I make a friend? Lily wondered.

As soon as she entered the room, Lily got the impression it was the very definition of sterile. Every surface had been cleaned to perfection. It was as if anything unclean lived in fear of entering the room, and, she thought, if this fear were to have a source, it would have to be the room’s only current occupant, excluding her and Thatch.

Marco was seated at a desk with his back to them, the sound of pen hitting paper reverberating from his direction. He hadn't acknowledged their presence, but she had no doubt he knew he now had company.

“Thatch, why am I not surprised you managed to sneak Lily away from Ace?”

“Not my fault Pops wanted to talk to Ace before he could get back from his cabin. Besides, I couldn’t leave our guest hungry, could I?” Thatch said with a chuckle.

“So, this has nothing to do with irritating Ace after he drank your sake last week?”

“Not entirely, especially now I’ve gotten to know Lily, she’s great!”

While no audible groan came from Marco, it was easy to imagine one. She felt that situations like these were a common occurrence, much to the dismay, and likely amusement of those watching.

“Good to see you currently lack patients. We all prefer it when this place is empty.” “We might have a few once we join back up with Jozu and Izu, depends how their much resistance they encounter,” Marco replied, continuing to scribble away on whatever lay in front of him.

“Might not be much, depends how much the Marines care about us laying our claim to that island. They can’t pay the Tribute, but it's close to one of their main patrol routes. S’pose it depends who is nearby when they get there.”

“Commander Thatch!”

The conversation was halted by the arrival of a scrawny man who’d burst through the door. Sweat glistened on his face and neck and his brown hair stuck to his head like it was drenched in glue.

“Pops wants to see you urgently.”

Despite his breathlessness, the man disappeared as soon as he finished speaking with Thatch moving to follow.

“Take care of Lily for me, Marco! And don’t fight her this time,” Thatch said as he closed the door behind him.

And so, with a gentle creak, her tour guide left leaving her alone with Marco. With its closing, she braced herself for the expected loneliness and anxiety to surge forward and consume her like a storm front pushed by a great wind into the path of a tiny fishing boat.

She waited. Then waited a little longer, but nothing came.

It was perplexing, but pleasantly so. An escape from the depressing normal she had long been accustom to.

“Are you feeling, ok? No cuts or other injuries from your fight with Mozo?”

Lost in her thoughts, she overlooked Marco rising from his chair and coming to stand in front of her. Now able to fully take him in, she saw he wore a long-sleeved, unbuttoned white shirt that served to displayed his muscular chest and the jolly roger tattooed across it. A few faded scars were also visible, marks earned from his decades of piracy.

He was observing her with a keen eye, looking for signs of injury or sickness, but with only her hair exposed, even his expertise was struggling to find any obvious clues.

“None, I got out without a scratch.”

A small, relieved smile appeared on his face. “Good, but if anything starts hurting you, come find me, ok? We might’ve not had the most friendly start, but I’ll look after you so long as you’re on this ship. Speaking of last night...”

He paused for a moment, considering his words before continuing.

“Lily, I need to apologies to you for what I did last night. I shouldn’t have assumed so hastily that you were a part of the attack. I deeply regret that I almost hurt you”. The sincerity of his words flowed off him and seemed to fill even the furthest reaches of the room.

She answered him without hesitation. “I accept, and please don’t feel horrible. You had good reason to act as you did.”

The grin that plastered his face was as sincere as his apology. “Alright. Maybe as a way to make up for the mistake, I could show you my favourite place on the ship? If you want to, of course.”

“Sure, lead the way.”

So, she followed, all the while bemused by why she felt comfortable with a man who had tried to fight here just hours before.

    ~  

Marco took her to the stern of the ship. It had been a silent journey, though Lily noted that her companion would often glance behind him as if checking she was still following, adjusting his pace if she was more then two steps behind him. It wasn’t an act of caution, but instead of care. He wanted to make sure he didn’t abandon her.

Maybe he’s a fast walker and doesn’t want me to lose him?

With a skill only gained from years of practice, Marco placed his hand on the railing and hoisted himself up before spinning himself around, so he faced the sea. Comfortable, he turned his head to face Lily.

“Let me help,” he held out his hand toward her, a lazy but friendly smile overtaking his face, and she felt no hesitation from within herself as she lifted her hand to take his.

The ease with which Marco lifted her made her realise just how strong he was. Given his position, it would’ve been more surprising for him to be weaker. He would need more than a powerful devil fruit to be a Commander on the crew of an Emperor.

Firmly seating herself on the railing, she let go of Marco’s hand and took in the view.

Belle Island was now in the distance. The ship hadn’t been sailing for long, as she could still make out many of the details, including the town’s harbour. But these were fading, and the sea and sky were starting the blend into one as they often did when things were calm.

There were no words shared between the two as they watched the island before them fade, but she felt they were unneeded. At this moment, merely sitting together and staring into the distance was enough to make them both content. She didn’t know how long they’d sat their together, as the only gauge was a slowly shrinking island. Eventually, though, something encouraged Marco to speak.

“Lily, I hope you’ll come to love being on this ship as much as I do.”

The comfort his words brought her warmed her chest. It was a pleasant feeling, and so she decided to embrace it and ignore the oddness of that sensation coming from someone so new.

She went to reply but paused when she heard an odd sound coming from behind them.

Lily compared the sound to a ferocious beast stampeding across an open plain as it chased its prey. But as it grew louder, she realised it wasn’t many sets of footsteps but rather just one. It didn’t take much thought to realise who it was.

“Hello you two!” Ace shouted out, blissfully unaware that his thunderous footstep had already announced his arrival.

“Hey, Ace,” Marco replied, while Lily gave Ace a small wave.

Ace gave the pair a curious look that he swiftly covered with a wide grin.

“What you guys look at up there?”

“Watching the ship set sail,” Marco said nonchalantly.

Ace craned his neck to see the view but seemed to lose interest quickly.

Suddenly, and with the grace of a drunken Sea King, Ace climbed onto the railing, squeezing his body between Lily and Marco. Lily noticed she had to put up little resistance to keep her place, but the sounds of a scuffle from beside her told her there was a miniature war for space occurring between her two companions.

Eventually, the scuffling ceased as Ace sat fully upon the railing, signalling his victory. He turned to face her with an enormous grin, his pleasure at having won evident.

“Oi Ace, you almost pushed me over the side! Marco said with an irritated tone.

“If you moved over you wouldn’t be in danger of falling, would you?”

“Me? You’re the one trying to push in. Why do you want to sit in the middle anyway? You can sit on either side of us.”

“Why does it matter Marco? I wanted to sit in the middle!”

It was a light-hearted fight, one between close friends that had no malice or hatred. If they were children, she would call it play-fighting, but as adults with two powerful devil fruit abilities, it had become what Lily would describe as a play argument.

An unseen smile graced her lips as she watched them.

It is good to see Ace has made close friends here.

She looked out into the distance once more. Belle Island was turning into a speck and was soon to fade altogether. Some seagulls had followed the ship, but even they seemed to be getting further away, their circling expanding as they became discouraged by the growing distance between the boat and the island.

The bickering beside her had simmered, replaced by the start of a plot by Ace to get back at Thatch for his ‘shenanigans’, with Marco offering suggestions on the best ways to exact revenge.

It looks like this might be fun.

[cherryblossom-chopper]

Oh!! Requests? Requests!!!! How bout this? Strawhat crews reaction to their crush/so giving them flowers for no reason. Just thought they were pretty or they reminded them of the Strawhat in question. Fluff it up buttercup 😘 thnks ♥️u

Aw, anything for you sugar bean

Luffy

- “I am confusion”

- Flowers aren’t really his thing honestly, like... he can’t eat them or fight them, but he appreciates the sentiment behind the flowers

- Even if he doesn’t get why (Name) is giving him flowers anyways.

- Something cute I like to imagine is that even though Luffy doesn’t really like flowers he tries really hard to keep the flowers alive

- But Lu doesn’t have a green thumb, so when they eventually die, Luffy is devastated

- This dork associates the flowers with the love his S/O has for him so he needs a bit of reassurance that he is still loved, by the means of snuggles and kisses

Zoro

- Zoro is so flustered by the flowers because that’s not something he’s use to

- He’ll reluctantly takes the flowers, saying a brief thank you, all while trying not to stutter or blush too hard

- Spoiler alert he’s blushing so hard

- Zoro doesn’t know how to keep flowers alive so he takes the flowers and starts leaving them places for his partner to find

- He thinks of it as slowly but surely showing his love back

- He does hold onto one of the flowers though, sort of as a lucky flower

Nami

- Typically Nami likes to get expensive items as gifts or sometimes just straight money

- So when her partner walks up with a bouquet of flowers, she’s kind of confused because that’s not exactly something she likes, but she melts when they say, “I saw these and they reminded me of you.”

- Nami really appreciates the flowers so she does out and buys a fancy vase to display them in

- (Name) get lots of kisses in return for the flowers

Usopp

-Aw my baby boy, I love Usopp holy hell

-He’s so happy and he’s blushing and he’s just so flustered ohmygod was

- Usopp freaking loves plants so a bouquet of flowers is going to make is heart pound so heart

-He’s 100% going to replant them and try to grow them into long lasting flowers cause HECK HE LOVES HIS S/O AND THE FLOWERS

Sanji

-Sanji is a puddle on the floor ohmy

-His eyes are obviously heart shaped because his partner looks so freaking cute standing there shyly with those flowers

-He cries like a little and accepts the flowers, but he does take one and tuck it behind his partners ear

- “They’re too perfect to just be with me. They match your eyes better than mine.”

- He goes out the next day and buys as many flowers as he possibly can until the ship is just full of flowers for (Name)

Chopper

-Ugh Chopper is just so cute!

-He’s so happy for the gift and his partner just makes his heart swell up so much

- Chopper possibly eats the flowers?

-I tried to research to see if Caribou/reindeer could consume certain flowers but it didn’t say they typically eat any flowers regularly

-AnYWaY this is a fantasy world so Chopper not only gets cute little flowers to snack on but also snuggles with his S/O and little Eskimo kisses

Robin

-Aw Robin blushes a little and tilts her head with a smile

-She loves flowers a lot actually, she thinks they’re so beautiful but is fascinated by their fragile nature

- Robin will instantly take a few flowers and weave them into some kind of flower crown if she can

-She’ll put the crown on her partners head because (Name) will get flustered and they’re just too freaking cute

-Robin saves the rest though and she keeps them in the room in a simple vase

Franky

-So… this man is real bad at keeping plants alive

-He mostly just forgets to water them and then they die

-When (Name) brings him these flowers Franky is touched but he’s anxious because he really wants these flowers to live

-So his takes the flowers, hugs and kisses (Name) all over, before disappearing into his lab

-He spends forever in there but eventually he returns with a prototype invention that he wants to show (Name).

- He’s got at least one of the flowers sealed in glass casing where he’s basically freeze dried the flower

- I’m trying to keep our love blooming forever.

Brook

-He would blush and grin but he doesn’t have any skin, or lips for that matter.

-He loves feeling loved, ya know?

-Brook fashions a few flowers into his outfit and make it a part of daily accessories

-With the remaining flowers he decides to press and dry them into a scrapbook

-I’ve just now decided that Brook loves scrap scrapbooking

Carrot

-She’s so EXCITED

-Cause no one's ever bought expensive flowers for her

-So um she totally tries to eat them cause that’s just all she knows?

-Minks don’t buy flowers as gifts to look at, Minks buy flowers as yummy little treats

- When flower bites in the first flower petals he S/O is shocked but after some explaining her partner figures out she thinks they’re yummy

Jimbe

-Good ole fish boy just smiles at the simple gift

-He loves gifts that are simple and also meaningful so when his partner brings him a bouquet of flowers he can only say:

-I’m not pretty enough for these, but you are my love.

-Jimbe will kiss them on the forehead and accepts the flowers with a great big grin

-Flowers aren’t easy to get down in depths, so getting flowers as a gift are very rare for him

-Happy fish

[purghhappenings]

Related to a previous ask before, what was it about each poly!strawhat the others found extremely attractive/a turn on after the time skip?

Yes heylo!

So I think you meant like physical aspect but I’m gonna include both cause I like emotional shit thank you very much

1. Monkey D. Luffy: Emotional: he’s a flame and everyone else is moths, it’s impossible to not love this kid like, have you seen him??? Everyone liked how accepting he was and how driven as a person he is as well. Physical: his smile is the fucking sun. Also he’s made of rubber?? Everyone is always interested in that.

2. Zoro: Emotional: they liked how confident Zoro was. In the way he fought, he was even confident in losing, Zoro was and is confident and it draws people close to him, even people as strong as Luffy. Physical: Have you seen Zoro, all of him. Just all of Him.

2. Nami: Emotional: She was really smart, smart like Sabo. She was fast on her feet, a quick thinker, Luffy knew he needed her to succeed just like he thought he needed Sabo and Ace i’m gonna die now kaye Physical: Have you ever seen the sunrise with that burnt orange glow that makes the sky look like it’s on fire and you just feel happy. That’s what Nami does to people. She’s fucking beautiful.

Usopp: Emotional: he’s so fucking resilient? Even through panic attacks and depressive episodes he’s saved some serious ass and that is the most attractive thing to the Strawhats. He’s ready to square up whenever. Physical: he was a lanky little shit before so you’d think ??? what about him?? his muscles are just a bonus kiddos, his smile could also destroy free will. 

Sanji: Emotional: Sanji is 100% a pillar who doesn’t ask why he needs to pick up your slack, he will just do it. He takes care of those around him and they all fall in love with that side of him. Physical: his fucking calves are to die for and tell me I’m lying. Boy can kick through fucking walls and steel, he has calves for DAYS.

Tony Tony Chopper: Emotional: he will hype you to the max because he thinks everyone is so cool and you eventually love that about him. The Poly!Hats sometimes think it may be too much but then he looks so cute and who can deny him. Physical: he’s a fluffy reindeer, figure it out guys.

Nico Robin: Emotional: She was older and sturdy for them. She too knew a lot, more than Nami and most of the guys know they’re not too smart and it doesn’t hurt to have incredible capable women around you. She was also terrifying and that is a powerful aphrodisiac. Physical: Nico Robin is fucking beautiful and strong. 

Cyborg Franky: Emotional: he could make things lighthearted and he is so sympathetic. He also listens, really well. He is kind of like the big brother of the crew. Physical: he’s a cyborg and they’ve all got kinks they need to work out. Sorry not sorry He’s also SUUUUPPPPEEEERRRRRR strong and BEEFY.

Soul King Brook: Emotional: he also knows how to keep things light but he also has lived a long time and is emotional available for most, and stability is the one thing all of them haven’t had. Chopper is about the closest with Kureha but his early life wasn’t too great. Physical: they all wanna bone. Get it. Cause he’s a skeleton. Ha ha…. I’m gonna be over here. 

Trafalgar D. Water Law: Emotional: Do you need a salt mate? Someone to hate things with you, stay up late, make bad decisions, get matching tattoos, piercings and just have a general zest for death? Law’s your guy. The others fell in love with his quick wit, goofy faces, and persona in general. The dude oozes sex. Physical: Tattoos. Piercings. Dark circles under the eye “No that isn’t makeup, it’s too natural” -Nami. Everything pirates are into.

Nefertari Vivi: Emotional: she’s down to earth. She only thought of saving her people and then pirates, and this is when they first got into the grand line, in a lot of ways she was most of their first loves.(Not Zoro’s gay ass). Physical: just look up a picture of her smiling. She’s drop dead gorgeous.

Carrot: Emotional: she’s like a therapy animal, only is prone to biting , stealing your food, not being well behaved… She’s more like a pet than Chopper and they all fell in love with her wild side. Physical: have you ever hated a bunny??? I rest my case.

Jimbei: Emotional: he’s just so?? Soft?? Supportive?? Sweet?? Jimbei is the supportive BF they all needed cause while he’s strict, he is also down to fight anyone and everyone. Physical: again, I’m gonna say unresolved kinks that just haven’t fully set in yet. He’s also really fucking strong and muscular. 

Marco the Phoenix: Emotional: when they all met up, he still needed emotional healing and well, the poly!Hats at that point are all for it. Marco was also like a flame, and Luffy especially wanted flames in his life. Physical: Marco the phoenix is a hot mf for being old. Jimbei’s gay, Zoro’s gay, Nami’s never been more pan in her life. He’s got the confidence of a man that could get anyone into bed, and he’s got the looks.

Okay I am so sorry but I realized 9 Poly!Hats in that you wanted post time skip and I didn’t wanna go back and redo everything so I’m so sorry!!!! If you want them redone I am totes fine with doing that! Thanks so much for the ask and being patient!!!!! I hope you like them!

[sanjiafsincedayone]

One Piece 899 - Small review

Ok, so I thought this was a pretty fun chapter. I don’t have all that much to say, so I’m just going to dip down and talk about a few moments in this chapter. Personally I think the teasing of Big Mom going after the cake has dragged on for too long, but otherwise I liked how this chapter really hyped up Sanji’s cooking skills. I’m also kind of curious what Big Mom will think of Sanji after eating that cake…

Anyways, jumping ahead it is nice to finally have all of the crew back together on the Sunny. (I love Carrot’s quirk of biting people she likes.)

I am not sure, but seeing this panel and Sanji walking away like this as well as his non-caring of his own injury makes me wonder if he still feels really bad for being “responsible” for the mess they all are in. I wouldn’t put it past him to blame himself for what has happened and all the damage they have taken. (Which I think Oda also showed when Brook decided to lie to Sanji about Pedro).

I hope that Sanji after this arc will finally get it into that thick skull of his that his nakama really value him and that he is worth the trouble of being saved! (But with a father like Judge, I guess I can’t blame Sanji too much…)

I really loved those glaring panels of Sanji and Judge, and the whole exchange where Judge doesn’t even speak to Sanji (because he’s not important enough) but rather tries to ask Luffy what he sees in “THAT”… It makes me angry, honestly.

It’s almost a bit odd how dense Luffy was, especially since Chopper understood it perfectly and acted rather shocked. But all the same I did find Luffy’s reply and reaction pretty hilarious.

But it’s true, all of the things that Judge listed (even Sanji not being a good soldier, because he’s not, he’s a protector) are really all the reasons why Luffy loves Sanji so much, and I love the contrast there and how Sanji truly has a worth beyond the things he grew up lacking. With the traits he was shunned for being the things that define him and makes him a great friend and nakama to Luffy. LuSan is truly the MVP of this arc.

Sanji also got to save Carrot this chapter, proving that he is strong, contrary to whatever Judge may say.

I feel like this is a sign for more good things to come, and I am so happy about this coming fight (no matter how small) is taking place at sea. For a manga about pirates a surprisingly little amount of fighting is done at sea. So this chapter certainly got my hope up for that! It’s also nice that the Taiyou pirates showed up. (I kinda want to see Praline fight… If possible.)

Now, the next chapter is number 900, so I am imagining that it might finally give us Big Mom eating the cake. Again, this was a nice read, which seems to build up to some rather nice moments.

But before I go there is one last thing… 

I can’t believe Daifuku has to rub his stomach to activate his genie-powers… ^^’’’ Oda, that is so dumb!!

Thanks for reading. :)

[carmineeyes]

i havent reached this arc yet but 3 or 15 with sanji and pudding?

3.“I don’t want your pity, I want your absence.” Little bit of fudging, but eh

There is pretty much no way to write Pudding without massive, massive spoilers for the arc

“Ihate you. So much.”

Thestatement lacked bite, sitting in the Thousand Sunny’s kitchen in her tatteredwedding gown, drinking the blackest, bitterest, most delicious tea she’d evertasted, but not saying it felt too much like she was conceding… something.Pudding couldn’t put her finger on what.

“You’rea pervert. And a moron. And—will you stop giving me food?!”

Sanjipaused, plate in hand. “I’m sorry. You don’t like pasties?”

“Whyare you being nice to me?” She snatched a pasty off the plate, shaking it inhis face. “I tried to kill you!”

“Thathappens a lot,” Sanji said, casually enough that Pudding knew it was true.“Besides, you helped us get out.”

Puddingscowled; she couldn’t explain to herself anymore than she could to theStrawhats why she’d guided them out of Totto Land, or why she hadn’t disembarkedwhen they’d passed Cacao Island. Once they’d passed the last Tarte, Luffy hadjust stared at her, nodded, and declared her third eye “soooo coooooool” before demanding meat, and that was that.

Itfelt way too easy.

“Idon’t want your pity,” she said.

Sanjiblinked. “You never had it.”

Itwas so simple, so earnest, and Pudding panicked and shoved the whole pasty inher mouth so she wouldn’t have to respond. Sanji flushed, his face taking onwhat she recognized as his ‘You are the cutest, most wonderful woman in theworld’ expression, before he shook himself and gestured to the tray he’d beenarranging.

“I’mgoing to give Nami-swan, Carrot-chan, and those other assholes their snacks.Let me know if there’s anything you’d like.” And he was out of the kitchen, hissteps maybe a touch more hurried than usual.

Puddingsank into a chair at the dining table, her heart fluttering. Somehow, knowing thathe knew what she was and was still completely sincere… she didn’t know how tohandle him anymore.

I want you to go away and stop making mefeel things.