#one piece female oc

[uhhidkkenny]

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕃𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕪 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

☀︎︎𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝙻𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢/𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?

☀︎︎𝙲𝚆: 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃. 𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙻𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢. 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕. 𝙿 𝚒𝚗 𝚅. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝙵 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐) 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚒𝚎. ☀︎︎𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟹.𝟸𝚔

Ever since y/n joined the straw hats over 2 years ago, Luffy was attached to her hip. Luffy was always intrigued with y/n. The pair were always with one another, sharing secrets, getting a little too close, but they were just friends. Luffy was never sure why he was so infatuated with y/n. Maybe it was the fact that she smelled like sunflowers and vanilla, maybe it was her pretty plump lips, was it her curvy figure, or was it cause she was funny, caring, and sweet? He didn’t get it but y/n was always on his mind. He needed to focus on achieving his goal of becoming king of the pirates, he didn’t need to have most of his head filled with thought of y/n, but no matter how hard he tried his thoughts always circled back to her. He didn’t know why.

He was also very unsure why he felt like he could murder Zoro right now with his own swords, or the fact that he wanted to cut Sanji hands off with the kitchen knives he uses to cook his meals daily. The way Zoro wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer during the late night party the crew was having after leaving fishman island. Or the way Sanji has constantly been trying to get her attention. Granted that seems like basic Sanji behavior, something is just different after being separated for 2 years.

Luffys friendship with y/n wasn’t exactly classified as a friendship. Not with all the lingering touches, kisses on the cheeks, holding hands, even sneaking into each others beds at night just for cuddles. People didn’t just do these things with friends, they both knew that, but according to Luffy anytime he was asked, that’s all you were to him. A friend.

Luffy began to get frustrated with everyone asking what the relationship was between the pair. Luffy being asked the same question so many times made him feel like a bear being poked during hibernation. He wasn’t ready to accept any feelings he had for y/n himself, let alone admit it to the crew. Finally, Luffy snapped after Ussop asked for the last time what he thought about y/n. He looked down at the ground and said in a stern and serious tone, “She’s just another crew mate. You guys are annoying.” and walked away.

Y/n heard it. She never thought that words could hurt but it felt like her heart was ripped out and stomped on. She didn’t have the right to be upset though, they weren’t together, Y/n had said plenty times before that they were only friends. She didn’t know why her heart felt this way or why her face suddenly felt wet as she turned around to walk the other way. Maybe Luffy was having a bad day. Maybe y/n was overreacting, but the way her fists clenched until they turned white said everything she couldn’t say herself.

After a few days had passed since y/n heard how Luffy truly felt, and she began to distance herself from Luffy. She found things to do that weren’t next to or around him. She made sure she sat in at the opposite end of the dining table. She stopped sneaking into his bed and began locking her door at night. Was it petty? Yes. But she wasn’t ready to face him yet.

The day y/n was gonna confront Luffy on what he had said was the day that the crew first made it to Sabaody. There were immediately more important things to worry about. Ultimately the start of the adventure to the new world resulted in the separation of all the straw hats. Luffy could still remember the look in y/n’s eyes before she was sent to another island.

2 years passed at this point. The whole crew had changed with their looks, but nothing changed in anyone’s love and care for each other. Life basically just resumed for everyone. Aside from Luffy and y/n. Luffy and y/n were still lively but we’re doing some things together again. Laughing, doing stupid shit, and helping one another, but there was still unspoken tension from before they were separated. Luffy and y/n both looked more mature now but neither of them had the courage to talk about what was happening 2 years ago. The whole crew was so busy once finally getting on the sunny and making it to fishman island that there was no time for either of the two to speak their mind.

The crew had made it to Fishman island successfully and defeated Hody and his minions. On the voyage back up to the surface of the new world the crew decided to catch up, tell their stories, and drink in celebration of their victory. The night was lively and everyone was enjoying themselves, except Luffy. Sanji was overjoyed making y/n her drinks, giving her compliments, and basically just drooling over y/n and it was quite frankly, pissing Luffy off.

Y/n had a drink or two or three herself and felt pretty talkative. She made her rounds making an effort to talk to everyone about their own adventure and Luffy was happily waiting for y/n to notice him. Luffy had time to talk with everyone already but her. When she made it to Zoro, who had way too many drinks, the conversation was just too much for Luffys liking. Zoro was laughing too hard at her jokes, y/n was blushing too hard at some of his remarks, but the worst part was the “subtle” touches. Luffy watched as her hand found a spot on Zoros shoulder and Zoros arm snaked around her waist. Luffy was heated.

Luffy was reminded of all the times that those laughs and touches were for him. The times when story telling turned into cuddling, or the times the subtle touches turned into gentle kisses on the blush of cheeks or the tip of a nose. He was gonna go insane just thinking of y/n with anyone, let alone his best friend.. Luffy didn’t have the right to be mad though. You were just his friend, but Luffy thought you were acting like this on purpose, just to get under his skin. After slamming down his mug on the table, he stormed into the kitchen. Luffy didn’t even notice he caught the crews attention, not even y/n’s.

Luffy had been acting out of character ever since leaving Fishman island. The crew just assumed it was due to how much blood he lost from the fight and he was still trying to recoup from it. Y/n however, knew it had to be more than that. Without a second thought she removed Zoros arm and began to follow Luffy. She didn’t even look at Zoro much less give him an explanation, too focused on Luffy and making sure he was ok. Y/n was scared something had happened to Luffy, maybe he was still hurting, maybe someone upset him, but what about when he upset her? Mind filling up with tipsy thoughts, y/n’s anger from 2 years ago returned. Finally reaching the kitchen door she swung it open to look for Luffy.

Luffy was sitting at the bar in the kitchen, he looked up momentarily to meet y/n’s eyes before getting up and walking away without saying a word. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh. How stupid could he continue to make her feel? Why did she even come in this kitchen? Was it to comfort him or confront him? He wasn’t even trying to see what you wanted. Ever. Everything was always about Luffy. Y/n wasn’t about to let him just walk away. Not this time. Fuck that, he needed to know everything. And her liquor filled brain was going to make sure of it.

Y/n quickly followed Luffy. “Where ya headed captain? You didn’t miss your crew?…Aww big man can’t even talk to his crew mate?” Y/n continued on but Luffy was ignoring her. “Does your boo-boo hurt that much?… I just find it crazy that you can talk to everyone but me. Why is that cap?… Why is it just me you can’t talk to? You embarrassed of me Lu?” Luffy was walking away gritting his teeth and y/n was only getting angrier. “I’m sorry am I annoying you captain? I guess someone who’s just a crew mate should realize their place right?” Luffy had finally made it to his room without a word and opened his door. “Ya know maybe this was all a mistake. I should’ve just stayed on the deck with Zo-“ Y/n was immediately cut off by Luffy grabbing her arm, pulling her into his room, and slamming the door with her back pressed against it. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by her captain finally speaking.

“You talk a lot. Ya know that?” Luffy said pinning her against his door. His hands wrapped around her wrists to keep her in place while his knee made it between her separated legs. “I had peace and quiet for 2 whole years while we were separated..” Y/n felt herself heat up from embarrassment. She began to pull away before her tears could fall from her eyes. Luffy began to lean into her ear while still holding her in place “and I fuckin hated it…” her eyes widened as she released a tiny gasp while his body was pressed against hers in a sudden movement. “God I missed you so much y/n and you’ve been too busy with Zoro all night to even see me.” He began to muzzle his face if the crook of her neck. “Luffy I-“ y/n began but was cut off. “You’ve done enough talking don’t you think? Prancing around on the deck in those tight shorts, flirting with everyone like a slut, and you couldn’t even wave at your captain.” Slowly bringing his knee higher up to her clothed mound between her thighs. Y/n feels instantly sober at the touch. “You have no clue how long it took me to think about what I would say to you when I finally saw you again…” his lips began to leave light feathery kisses along y/n’s jaw, as his grip tightened “but I guess I can just show you what I feel.”

With those words Luffy pulled his face back and leaned his lips closer to y/n’s. Moving her head forward she closed the distance. It was sweet and slow. Lips slowly moving with one another finding a steady pace. His hands released their grip on her wrist and slowly slid to her waist, placing both hands on her hips. As y/n began to lean in farther, the kiss heats up. Tongues sliding along each other. Biting at each others lips. The kiss is becoming feverish as the pair are practically sucking faces at this point. Hands roaming each others bodies as y/n bends her knees slightly to rest her clothed pussy fully on Luffys knee. A shaky breath leaves her lips at the friction. Slowly grinding her hips down onto his knee as the kiss continues. Her arms are wrapped around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer as her breathing falters. Luffy pulls back, pressing his forehead to hers. “You gonna ride my leg to show me how much you missed me? Hehehe…Come on you can do better than that.” Luffys hands begin to guide her hips along his leg. “T-too many clothes” is all she could manage to say. Y/n couldn’t cum like this even though it felt nice, but Luffy was never a quitter.

“You’re right..” he said with a smirk. Luffy reached for the hem of y/n’s shirt, pulling it over her head and then doing the same with his. “That’s better.” He said with a chuckle. His hands came up to play with her hardened nipples. Gently coming to rub at them while she continued to dry hump his leg. Y/n leaned in for a kiss but Luffy pulled his face away. She whined in resilience. “Cum for me and I’ll give you what you want. Come on you missed your captain right?” He leaned in to lick and suck at her nipples. Y/n continued to drag herself on her captains leg and truthfully on the stimulation was getting her close. Her hands tugging at his hair while letting out breathy gasps and whines. Y/n could feel the heat building up in her stomach. Her movements began to stutter and Luffy took this as a sign. “Nobody can make you feel this good but me.” Moving his arms to wrap around her waist and lifting his knee higher, he began to suck on one nipple while tugging the other. Switching back and forth, Luffy began bounce her on his knee.

Eventually it all be came too much for y/n. The friction of Luffys knee, the bouncing, his hands on her, his mouth sucking at her nipples. The tight heat in her belly finally overflowed as she felt herself shaking on his knee. “Good job. I knew you could do it pretty girl.” He said picking her up and walking over to the bed gently laying her down. Luffy began removing the reminder of clothing y/n was wearing, leaving her bare in front of her captain. Blushing she moved her hand to slightly cover herself before Luffy moved her arms away. “Don’t get all shy on me now. I just wanna show you how much I missed you…” he’s on top of her spreading her legs again with hands folding her in half while moving his face closer to her wet pussy “this is what you wanted right? Some attention?”

He licks a fat stripe up y/ns pussy and she can no longer keep her voice down. Her whines and moans escaping without a second thought as Luffy continues to lap at her cunt. Flicking his tongue fast on her clit while taking two of his fingers and jamming them into her sipping wet hole. Y/n’s back arched off the bed as she gripped the sheets. “T-too much Luffy.” She said breathlessly. He ignored her keeping her folded in half with one hand on the back of her thigh, he sucked on her clit while his fingers pumped in and out. His fingers found a spongey spot inside her cunt and the cord in y/n’s belly snapped again as she spasmed on Luffys face.

He slurped up every single drop of her slick that leaked out until she was clean. Luffy slowed his pace a little bit but didn’t stop. Continually pumping his fingers in. Still lightly suckling at her clit. Y/n was breathless and twitching. The overstimulation was killing her but it felt too good to even stop him. Her hands slowly in gripping the sheets as she tried to move her hands to Luffys head that was still between her thighs. Once her hands made contact with his head he pulled away.

His face was covered in her wetness. His eyes were lidded and cock was begging to be released from his shorts. He looked just as pathetic as you. Luffy wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. Leaning up on her elbows Luffy met y/n halfway with his bare chest pressed against hers as their lips collided in a slow but needy kiss. Both parties releasing moans and groans from just how much they missed each other. They needed each other. Was this an extreme way of showing it? Yes but actions speak louder than words. “Captain?” Y/n finally pulled away to question the man she’s been after for 2 years. “Yea baby?” He responded breathlessly. “Please fuck me” she begged.

Tugging his shorts off, he laid on his back next to her. Her eyes wouldn’t leave his cock. It was so pretty. It was long with a dark pinkish brownish tip that was glistening with precum. “Why don’t you get on here and apologize instead?” he said with the biggest smirk, already pulling y/n up and hovering her pussy over his cock. Hands on her hips as he glides her soaking pussy over his aching cock. “F-fuck y/n, go ahead and say you’re sorry so I can fuck you how you want.” The pleasure was intense but y/n didn’t forget that Luffy started this. Grinding her hips down to meet his as his tip kisses her clit perfectly each time they meet one another’s movements. “I think you should apologize C-captain, fuck. You’re the one who said I’m only a crew mate to you.” They were both stupid and moaning in desperation but they were equal in stubbornness. “You know and I know that’s a lie y/n. I’m sorry I ain’t say it sooner ~fuck~ but you never told me you felt some type of way.” Luffy isn’t making this any easier for himself, he would cum right now if he didn’t wanna fuck y/n so bad. The lewd wet noises were getting to them both. “That’s all I needed to hear Lu~ I’m sorry for ignoring you earlier, I just wanted to-“ that’s all Luffy needed to hear before lifting y/n’s hips off of his to bring her back down, impaling her with his cock.

Both letting out a whine. The stretch was so good y/n couldn’t help but start to bounce immediately. “Fuck captain I’m so sorry” y/n was moaning like a whore. Having already cum three times, her g spot getting hit every time her hips met Luffys, and the pure emotion behind it all she was already close. Luffys feet found a firm spot on the mattress to lip his hips to y/n’s continuously. “I’m sorry too baby. Mmm please forgive me.” Luffy was thrusting up into y/n at an ungodly pace. His tip was hitting her g spot perfectly. “Gonna cum Lu~” she said breathlessly as she began to clench around his cock. Luffy let out the sluttiest moan, which half the crew could probably hear, as they both came with each other. Immediately y/n slumped forward with Luffy still inside, laying her head on his chest. Luffy wrapped his arms around her torso and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I love you Lu” y/n admitted softly closing her eyes. “I love you too y/n” Luffy said before drifting off.

The crew was very much still awake and awaiting the return of the pair. “Should we go check on them?” Chopper worried since the two had been gone for so long. After hearing the loud moan escape from Luffy, the rest of the crew decided to pretend that y/n pranked Luffy and they must have went to bed. Even though the tears from the chef and the scoff from the swordsman didn’t go unnoticed, the tension was finally at ease.

A/N: 2nd fic I’ve done!! I did this one a little differently so please let me know how you guys feel🖤 GO READ MY NEWEST FIC! Out now “angel in black”

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@kingofthe-egirls @fanficwriter5 @scarwicht

[otaku553]

I have an agenda.

Long hair teenage sabo.

[romerona]

All Y/N ever wanted to do was sing her songs and be free. Yet somehow, after offering to pay for the meal of a certain boy in a straw hat she finds herself causing havoc through the East Blue.

Masterlist - Next.

Trigger warning: canon violence. Word count: 8K

A/N: The only thing I will be describing about Y/N is her hair colour. Everything else you can imagine her as you wish.

Disclaimer: The songs I will be using in this fic aren't mine bc I have 0 creativity. I'm sorry.

Middle of the ocean, Nami's boat.

"Sooner or later, I'll wander into the unknown

Sooner or later, you'll face the world on your own

Who will you hang to when you're left all alone?

When the night grows cold, and the winds have blown--"

"....give me some quiet and some space?"

Nami's annoyed voice made Y/N look up from her booklet to Luffy chasing after his hat, it came right to where he was sitting at the nose of the boat. So, she simply stretched her arm to catch it just before it could fly away.

"Here," Y/N gave the thankful Luffy his hat back who took it with a small smile while mumbling his gratitude.

"Not cool," Luffy then turned to Nami, more serious than Y/N had ever seen him be. "Don’t mess with my hat."

"Why do you care so much about that hat anyway?" Y/N asks, glancing back down at her notes.

"Yeah, It looks like you fished it out of the trash," Nami added as she continued to try and unlock the safe.

Luffy smiles down his straw hat "One man’s trash is another man’s treasure."

"That still doesn't answer the question, stud."

Zoro groans inside the cabin, "Will you three knock it off? I’m trying to take a nap."

"Oh, I’m sorry," Nami said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Were we interrupting your beauty sleep?"

"Don’t like what you see? Look away."

Y/N chuckles at the response, however, her laughter is interrupted by the sound of the lock clicking making her snap her head towards Nami who was opening the door of the safe.

"You did it," Luffy exclaimed.

"Holy shit," Y/N swiftly stands and makes her way to stand next to Nami. She smiles at the orange-haired girl, "You actually did it, Pumpik."

They all looked down at the inside of the safe and it's content. Y/N was a little disappointed there wasn't anything special in it, not treasures one assumes a safe would keep, instead, there were some confidential files and a wanted poster for a pirate named Kuro. And then there was the golden map tube, the only valuable thing.

Nami reaches over and takes it. She hastily takes the top off and pulls out the map causing Y/N to let out a breathy sigh.

"That’s it?" Zoro deadpanned unimpressed by the findings, "Isn’t there supposed to be gold inside a safe? Or jewels?"

Nami looks at the green-haired boy in disbelief, "This is more valuable than gold. It’s knowledge. This is a map to the Grand Line."

"The Grand Line. Ah," Luffy, with his usual smile, stares at the map in Nami's hands."The Grand Line is just right… Where is it exactly?"

Y/N looks at the boy with narrow confused eyes, "Seriously?"

"You’re going there, but you don’t know where it is?" Sharing Y/N's thoughts, Nami asks.

"Guess I need a navigator on my crew," Luffy stated grinning at Nami.

"Oh, god," Y/N mumbles, cursing herself for being so stupid to think Luffy could take her to The Grand Line. Maybe she can steal the map at some point or draw a copy and go herself.... thought going solo wasn't a great idea. Not when ghosts continue to hunt for her.

They follow Nami inside the small cabin.

"The seas are divided into four quadrants." Nami grabs some chalk and starts drawing down on the hanging table. "East Blue, North Blue, West, South. This thin strip of land that circles the globe is called the Red Line, and this band across the middle is the Grand Line."

"A treacherous stretch of ocean with bigger islands, bigger cities, bigger pirates. Flush with riches and ripe for the picking." Nami grins.

Y/N regards the drawing with a soft frown as she recalls her past "And way more dangerous..."

"That’s where we’re gonna find the One Piece!" Luffy exclaims.

"I’ve taken out a lot of pirates looking for that thing," Zoro says before asking. "What is it? Like, a big diamond or something?"

"It’s Gold Roger’s treasure," Luffy told him. ""He hid it somewhere in the Grand Line. All in one piece."

"It’s a myth. The reason no one’s found it in 22 years is that it doesn’t exist." Nami says with exasperation.

"Reckon he just said it to piss off the Marines," Y/N hums, "Admirable."

Luffy grins at the girls. "Can’t wait to see the look on your faces when we find it."

"If you find it you mea--"

The sound of an explosion cut Y/N off sending all four of them into alarm mode.

"Is that the Marines?" Zoro asks placing his hands on his katanas.

Y/N quickly pulls her war-fans from her skirt. "Shit. Are they?"

They walk out to the deck. Nami mumbles "How did they find us?"

Y/N looks up with a frown for from the skies, some red dust falls upon them, slowly enveloping them. She was begging to feel dizzy, and very sleepy... with dread, Y/N realized what it was. This has been used on her before.

Nami was out first.

"This smoke smells weird," Luffy mumbles, feeling the effects of the dust.

Zoro was next.

"Luffy, the ma..." Before she could finish she felt the world went dark.

Y/N's bare feet danced across the warm sand, her laughter mingling with the gentle lapping of the waves. With each step, she felt the freedom of the island envelop her, a secret sanctuary where worries vanished like mist under the morning sun. She glanced back, her eyes alight with mischief as she spotted her much younger sister, Miri, darting through the bustling market stalls.

"Come on, Miri! You'll never catch me!" Y/N called, her voice carried away by the salty breeze.

Miri's laughter bubbled forth, a melody that echoed Y/N's joy. With a determined grin, Miri chased after her sister, her small legs propelling her forward with unbridled enthusiasm. The market around teemed with life, vendors hawking their wares beneath colourful awnings, the air rich with the scent of spices and freshly caught fish.

Dodging between crates of exotic fruits and stalls piled high with vibrant fabrics, the two little girls raced through the people with loud laughter.

As they emerged onto a sun-drenched promenade, Y/N slowed her pace, allowing Miri to draw closer. She turned to face her sister, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Think you can keep up, fish-legs?"

Miri grinned, her round cheeks flushed with exertion. "Just you wait, Y/N! I'll beat you yet!"

With a mischievous wink, Y/N took off again, her laughter trailing behind her like a comet's tail. The younger girl followed in hot pursuit, their laughter intermingling with the sounds of the island—a symphony of joy and freedom that echoed across the sun-kissed shores.

The girls skidded to a halt in a quaint courtyard nestled amidst the bustling village. The air was redolent with the aroma of freshly baked bread and spices, luring them to pause and savour the moment. They settled onto a weathered bench, their breath coming in exhilarated gasps as they gazed around, taking in the vibrant tapestry of island life.

"Y/N/N, you think Mama would let me take one of those landfolk trinkets back home?" Miri exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight as she bit into a juicy slice of tropical fruit.

Y/N thought for a moment. Her parents were in an important meeting of some sort, she recalls them quietly speaking about the World Government declaration that was supposed to be out that afternoon, they sounded worried but Y/N had no idea why. "Maybe, depending on the trinket can withstand being in the water for long,"

"It's one of those dolls," Miri mumbles

"Those are made with fabric," Y/N shakes her head, "She won't let you,"

Miri pouts and deflates. Not liking seeing her younger sister sad, Y/N purses her lips in thought, when an idea hits her.

"Maybe not a doll but she can let us take one of these shiny stones. You like those, right?"

"Oh, yes," Miri smiles, "The stones with crystals inside of them, those are pretty..."

Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden commotion in the distance—a chorus of shouts and panicked cries that shattered the tranquillity of the courtyard. People began to scatter, their faces etched with fear as they fled back towards the ocean.

"What's happening, Y/N?" Miri's voice trembled with uncertainty as they were swept up in the frantic throng of people.

Y/N heart skipped a beat as she glanced around, her senses on high alert. People were scattering in every direction, their voices rising in panic as a wave of fear swept through the village like wildfire. Without hesitation, she grabbed her sister's hand, her grip tight with determination.

"We need to find-"

As if on cue, their father appeared, his brow furrowed with worry as he rushed towards them. Without a word, he took hold of Y/N's hand and began to guide them through the throngs of panicked villagers, his grip firm and unwavering.

"Stay close, girls," he urged, his voice tinged with urgency.

"Papa, what's going on?" Y/N asked, her voice wavering with concern.

Their father's expression was grim as he gathered them close, his hands firm yet gentle as he began to guide them towards the beach where their mother was anxiously waiting for them. "There's danger, my pearls. We must go to safety."

The sisters exchanged a worried glance, their steps quickening as they followed their father through the labyrinthine streets. The distant roar of the ocean grew louder with each passing moment, a reminder of the peril lurking just beyond the tranquil facade of the island...

When Y/N first woke up, she was confused.

"What...?" She looked around noticing the others were just as confused as she was. Then she noticed the box they were all in. Her heart began to race.

"They took my swords," Zoro grumbles once he notices the missing weight.

Nami groans noticing they took something away from her too. "And my rucksack, ugh, with all my navigation gear."

"And my fans..." Y/N mumbles, quickly standing up. Ignoring the rest, she reaches to place a hand on the hard wooden wall, "No, no, no..."

Her hands scrabbled against the rough walls, searching for any means of escape. Splinters dug into her skin, but she hardly noticed amidst the rising tide of fear. Memories flooded back, memories she had long tried to bury— The air was stale, each inhale felt like a struggle, as if the very act of breathing was a battle against the confines of the box.

"Hey," A raspy familiar voice said as a large hand landed on her shoulder but it swiftly slapped it off.

"Don't touch me," Y/N snaps as she continues to desperately look for a way out. "No. Not again, please,"

Suddenly, she flinches at the sound of someone next to her banging on the wooden walls.

"Stop." Y/N faintly heard Nami hiss. "Stop that."

"What? I’m trying to find a way out." The same raspy voice said. It was Zoro.

"We’ve been captured. We need a plan." Nami tells them.

"No, fuck no," Y/N continues to look for a way out, this time, however, she starts to push against the wooden wall.

"I just need to beat the hell out of every Marine I see," Zoro agrees.

"Hey, everyone, relax," Luffy, like Zoro, places a hand on Y/N's shoulders only to be slapped off. "We’re fine."

"We’re not fine. The Marines will throw us in jail if we’re lucky." Nami says. "Execute us if they don’t"

"They… they are not Marines. Before I got knocked out, I saw a Jolly Roger. We’ve been captured by pirates."

No...

Y/N stopped her attempts as Images flashed through her mind—memories of past suffocation, of being trapped in tight spaces. Panic gripped her like a vice, squeezing tighter with each passing moment.

Time lost meaning as Y/N battled against the relentless grip of fear. Minutes stretched into hours, each second dragging by with excruciating slowness. Her throat began to close, and her body started trembling with exhaustion and terror.

"That’s much better news."

"No, he’s right," Zoro said, he stepped a little closer to Y/N, and she was painfully aware and utterly horrified. "Marines have training. Pirates are easier to kill."

"Shanks used to say not every situation can be solved with violence," Luffy told them.

"Who the hell is Shanks?"

"We don’t need to fight. I can talk to them," Luffy shakes his head with a grin, "Pirate to pirate."

Y/N would have laughed at the idea of reasoning with a Pirate hadn't she been in the starters of a hysteria attack.

"That won’t work." Nami said

"Why not?"

"To start, you’re not a pirate."

" Yes, I am."

"No," Nami said looking at Luffy, "You are some stretchy guy in a tattered hat."

"I’m a different kind of pirate," Luffy stated, optimism practically oozing out of him.

"Pirates are pirates. There’s only one kind."

That is true. Pirates are all foul, soulless creatures... another wave of memories flooded her brain. Y/N closed her eyes, willing herself to find some semblance of calm amidst the chaos of her mind. But even in the darkness behind her eyelids, the walls of the box loomed large, a constant reminder of her imprisonment.

But just when she felt herself on the brink of surrender, the top of the box opened forcing Y/N to snap open. Music began to fill her ears, an odd spectacle of dancing... clowns? began to surround them once all the walls of the box were pulled apart.

Y/N, finally being able to breathe properly, watches as people in costumes do flips and tricks around them. She glances at her surroundings. This was a circus. Why were they in a circus? The people on the stats started to clap, Y/N frowned as she watched the tears of fear in some of those people. Isn't a circus supposed to be fun?

"No. No, no, no, no," A man or rather a clown with blue and a red nose, shouting prompting everyone to stop the show. "Stop clapping! No, stop! It’s all wrong!"

"The spotlight was late. You completely missed my entrance." He motions for the light to go from the four of them to him. Then he turns his attention to the man dressed in a bear costume who is terrified of the clown. "And where, oh, where was the dancing lion?"

"Hey, I know you," Luffy earned the clown's attention. "I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town. You’re the clown guy. Um, uh… Binky, right?"

"Buggy," The clown with blue hair corrected and to Y/N's surprise, he kept going. "Buggy the Clown. Buggy, the Flashy Fool. Buggy, the Genius Jester."

"Wow. You have a lot of names. I bet everyone in the East Blue knows who you are." Luffy said impressed but his words earned a gasp from the audience confusing the four of them.

"What did you just say?" Buggy deadpanned.

Luffy, none the wiser, repeats "Just that everyone knows who you are-"

"Nose?!" Buggy exclaims rushing to clasp Luffy's face in his hand, squeezing. The clown's crew step forward, holding their weapons, looking weirdly intimidating. "Are you making fun of my nose?"

Y/N, despite the dangerous situation, was baffled for a moment. She subtly regards Buggy's nose. Was that actually his real nose?? Oh, it was. Woah.

"Well… I wasn’t. But now that you mention it, is that thing for real?" Luffy lifts a hand to touch the clown's nose but he quickly slaps it away, making the audience gasp.

"What’s real is I’ve been scheming for months," The clown pushes Luffy away, and Y/N who was just behind him manages to catch him. She turns as Buggy stands in front of Nami, "To steal that map from old Axe-Hand Moron…"

"Eh?" He waits for an acknowledgement or reaction from the orange-haired girl but when he realises he is getting none he waves a dismissive hand and turns back to the others. "…only to find out that I was upstaged by four little nobodies, who stole it from right out under my no- No! It’s in my head now."

"Ah!" Buggy groans with exasperation moving away. "

"Hey, I’m not a nobody," Luffy said, once again successfully gaining the clown pirate's attention. "I’m Monkey D. Luffy. And I will be King of the Pirates."

Y/N had to give it to Luffy. His determination was so outstanding that even in such a dire situation it wouldn't break, however, she couldn't decide yet if it was stupidity or courage.

Buggy lets out a laugh, "Oh! Now that’s funny."

One of his crew members holds up a sign, forcing the audience to laugh. Well, that's depressing, can't imagine being a clown and having to force people to laugh.

Buggy motions for the laughing to halt. He moves, looking in between them as he speaks;

"My bounty poster graces the marquee of every Marine outpost for miles. And my menagerie of outcasts and freaks is the most dreaded pirate crew the East Blue has ever known. I am destined to find the One Piece. And when I do… I will be king."

"No, you won’t, ’cause I’m gonna find it first." Luffy contradicted the clown.

It's stupidity, Y/N decided.

"You?" Buggy scoffs, "Don’t make me laugh."

One crew member holds the sign again, and the audience laughs but they are soon yelled at to stop.

"I said don’t make me laugh!!!"

"All right, listen up. I’m Roronoa Zoro," Zoro spoke up, loud enough to gather everyone's attention. He turns to face Buggy and his crew. "Drop your weapons now and I may let you live."

Y/N has half a mind to yell at him asking what the fuck he was doing. Did he honestly think he could fight against all of these pirates? He doesn't even have his swords.

Buggy stares for a moment before letting out a mocking laugh. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a celebrity in our midst."Ladies and gentlemen, we have a celebrity in our midst. Too bad I hate sharing the spotlight."

The stage light went from them back to Buggy.

"Now, maybe we should skip right to the finale," The clown pulls out his weapon. A very intimidating metal sharp claws. "My freaks put quite a bit of rehearsal time into this little abduction. And if I can’t reward them with that map…" He moves to stand next to a man with sharp teeth. "I suppose I’ll have to offer them a pound of flesh instead."

Oh, shit. shit this. This is bad. Like BAD bad. Bad enough for her to manipulate her way out of it, but for that she'll need to get the clown alo-

"Wait. Wait." Nami was standing in front of them, looking to make some sort of negotiation with the clown. "What if I have something else to offer you? Something more valuable than the map?"

That seems to gather a newfound interest in the pirate, who looks at nami in expectation.

"What if I give you an entertainer, a singer, the best I've ever heard," Nami said casting a quick glance in her way. Y/N's heart plummeted. No, she couldn't be doing that to her. Her heart sank even lower when Buggy's gaze shifted towards her, his blue eyes gleaming when he caught her form.

"And a new freak for your crew?" Nami continues, forcing the clown to look away. She was slowly moving next to Luffy, "A rare talent. The most spectacular act in all of the East Blue. Besides you, of course."

"Go on."

Nami takes Luffy's hat prompting a shout from the boy, she tosses it up into the air making Luffy use his devil fruit abilities and stretch his arm up high to catch the hat. And then, Nami was gone.

"Go after her," Buggy told one of his crew members who quickly ran after the orange-haired girl. He chuckles, looking at Luffy. He pulls out an apple from his pocket and a knife. "Well, isn't this just interesting?"

Y/N felt a surge of protest rising within her, a desire to shout out against the unfolding situation. Yet, she found herself engulfed in a sense of hopelessness, a feeling all too familiar from her past experiences. She knew well the torment of being confined within the hold of a pirate.

"It's fine," she whispered to herself, trying to muster some semblance of reassurance. I'll… I'll be fine. Despite her inner turmoil, she clung to a last resort—a secret move, a tactic she had saved for dire circumstances. All she needed was to find a moment alone with Buggy.

They soon bring a struggling Nami and a part of her is happy they did another part of her is annoyed she sells them out and still fails to escape.

"What did you do? What did you do to their town? You destroyed everything!" Nami exclaimed in anger.

As he ate the apple, Buggy nonchalantly replied, "Not everything. I let ’em keep their hands."

The signs were up again and the audience clapped in command.

"Okay," The clown throws away the remains of the apple and puts the knife back into his coat. "Here end the theatrics."

Suddenly, the lights flickered and dimmed until they focused solely on Buggy's figure, casting an eerie glow around him. His voice cut through the darkness with a sharp edge.

"I know one of you has my map," he declared, his tone laced with determination. "And I'm gonna get it back. What was it you said, Rubber Boy? That it was in a safe place?"

The tension in the air heightened as everyone present awaited Buggy's next move.

"Don’t look so surprised. I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere," Buggy told the four of them with a smile, "So, please make our guests uncomfortable in the green room."

As two pirates seized Y/N from behind, she instinctively struggled against their grasp, her heart pounding in her chest. Nami too fought against her captors, but Zoro remained passive, seemingly indifferent to their plight. Just as they were about to drag Y/N away, the clown intervened.

"Not her," Buggy's voice commanded, halting the pirates in their tracks. They obediently turned Y/N to face their captain, whose blue eyes bore into her with a curious intensity. He closed the distance between them, his presence looming over her.

"Just for you, beautiful," Buggy addressed her, a smirk playing on his lips, "I'm willing to share my spotlight for a few moments and let you sing for us while my 'freaks' prepare the things for my chat with my stretchy new pal."

"Why would I?" Y/N retorted, summoning whatever semblance of courage she could muster to meet the clown's gaze. Ignoring the pirates that were dragging Luffy to sit with the audience. "I only sing when I have something to sing for…"

"Funny you think you have a choice," Buggy chuckled mischievously, his tone dripping with amusement, the sign was up so, naturally the audience laughed as well. He sauntered over to a high chair, resembling a throne, and settled into it with an air of superiority.

"Well, it's either that," he continued, gesturing towards Y/N, "or off with you. Though," he added with a smirk, "it'll be a shame to harm such a pretty girl like yourself."

His words hung in the air, a thinly veiled threat that left Y/N feeling trapped and vulnerable, caught between compliance and defiance.

Despite the overwhelming intimidation, Y/N took a moment to steady her breathing and gather her resolve. Nami was right about one thing – she was an entertainer, a performer. With that realization, a flicker of determination ignited within her.

With a deep breath, Y/N straightened her posture and let a confident smile grace her lips. She could do this. She could fake her charm, her confidence. After all, she had faced tough crowds before. This was just another performance, albeit under much more dire circumstances.

Y/N flashed a charming grin at Buggy, exuding confidence as the impromptu show began.

"Well, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with charisma, "lucky for you, I happen to have had my heart stomped a few days ago. You don't happen to have a guitar lying around, do you?"

Buggy's grin widened, and with a casual wave of his hand, a guitar was swiftly presented to her. As the rest of the crew dispersed, leaving her alone in the spotlight, Buggy's voice carried a warning tone.

"Don't make me regret giving you a share of my spotlight, sweetheart," he cautioned, his words tinged with a hint of threat.

Y/N meets Buggy's warning with a playful glint in her eye, maintaining her charismatic demeanor.

"Oh, don't you worry, Captain," she replies smoothly, her voice dripping with charm. "I'll make sure to dazzle everyone enough to ensure you shine even brighter. After all, what's a spotlight without a little sparkle, right?"

Without missing a beat, Y/N pivots gracefully, turning her attention to the assembled audience with a grin that belies the tension of the situation. With ease, she addresses them as if they were any other crowd, temporarily forgetting the dire circumstances of their gathering.

"Well, well, well. Looks like we've got ourselves a full house, don't we?" she declares with a playful sparkle in her eyes, her voice projecting warmth and enthusiasm despite the unsettling circumstances.

"Ah, the joys of a heartbreak!" Y/N's grin takes on a mischievous edge as she continues, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"As you may have heard," she begins, her tone dripping with theatrical flair, "some clueless boy managed to break this ol' heart of mine. But fear not, for in the face of heartache, what does a songbird do? Why, she writes a song, of course!"

Pausing for dramatic effect, she lets a playful wink slip before continuing, "Sadly, it seems our heartbreaker won't have the pleasure of hearing it. But don't worry, my captive audience, for you lucky souls get a front-row seat to the grand performance!"

Her words draw a ripple of shy, soft laughter from the crowd, turning this sombre moment into a somewhat of lighthearted affair. Her eyes meet Luffy's browns for a moment, he seems to pay her his all attention.

With a graceful motion, Y/N turns her attention to the guitar, her fingers deftly plucking a few strings. The sound resonates through the room, filling the air with a gentle melody that carries hints of both melancholy and resolve.

" When as a wanderer, your shore I did find,

Adrift, I found refuge in arms so kind,

We braved the tempest, each in our own fights,

You sought fortune in shadows, while I relied on my charms

I danced with the night, whispered secrets to the moon,

You chased after gold, while I sang my tune

We wanted to forget our woes and drown them in our wine

Then one day you vanished, claiming I was not divine,"

As she plays, her gaze flickers between the strings and the captivated audience, her expression a mix of concentration and subtle charisma. Each note she strikes seems to weave a tale of heartache and resilience, drawing the audience deeper into the performance with every strum.

I saw you at your lowest, in your darkest fight

I know the struggles hidden from plain sight

Too bad I'm the love you lost, the bond you breached

Now what'll you do, when I'm gone evermore?"

As Y/N finishes the song, a hush falls over the room, the echoes of her performance lingering in the air like a haunting melody. In that suspended moment, time seems to stand still, every eye in the room fixated on Buggy, waiting for his reaction, well, except for Luffy, he was the only one giving a standing ovation.

"Wooh, yeah!" Luffy claps, a smile on his face as he turns to one of the pirates holding him. "That's my musician,"

Y/N, however, ignore him and turn to Buggy.

Y/N meets his piercing blue gaze, searching for any hint of emotion within them, but finds his expression inscrutable, a mask of unreadable intent. There's a tension in the air, palpable and electric, as the weight of the silence stretches on, leaving everyone on edge.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Buggy breaks the silence with a slow, deliberate clap, his expression betraying nothing but a hint of amusement. It's a subtle gesture, but it breaks the tension in the room. The sign to clap was up but Y/N has a feeling they would've clapped regardless. It's a moment of relief for Y/N, who can't help but feel a sense of validation wash over her.

"It seems orange-hair was not lying, huh?" Buggy remarks, his tone carrying a hint of sardonic amusement. The cheers stop at his command.

Y/N lets out a forced chuckle, her lips curling into a wry smile as she meets Buggy's gaze.

"Well, what can I say?" she quips with a hint of playful sarcasm, "I did promise not to disappoint, didn't I? And trust me, darling, I always keep my promises, even when it involves serenading a bunch of pirates in a not-so-friendly setting."

Buggy's chuckle sends a shiver down Y/N's spine as he rises from his seat and advances towards her. Y/N fights to conceal the tremor of intimidation that courses through her, maintaining a facade of composure as he leans in to whisper.

"You could make a wonderful addition to my crew," he murmurs, his voice low and tinged with an air of intrigue. “Irreplaceable, even.”

While the idea of joining his crew fills her with trepidation and disgust, she knows better than to outright reject him, especially considering his unpredictable nature. Like most men.

With a steady gaze and a flicker of determination in her eyes, Y/N meets Buggy's gaze, her voice steady as she replies, "Well, Captain, it's certainly a tempting offer. But you'll have to forgive me if I take a moment to weigh my options. After all, I'm not one to jump ship without careful consideration."

Buggy regards her for a moment, then he smiles as he pulls back. His smile sends a shiver down Y/N's spine, but she maintains her facade of composure as he pulls back, granting her a temporary reprieve.

"Alright, I'll give you time to think it over…" he concedes, his tone deceptively genial.

Y/N's heart sinks as she watches him walk over to where Luffy is, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. Before she can react, two pirates seize her again.

"Until he gives me my map, that is," Buggy adds casually, his words a stark reminder of the precarious position Y/N finds herself in.

As the pirates begin to drag her away, Y/N's heart pounds with a mixture of fear and determination. She casts a fleeting glance back at Luffy, a silent vow forming in her mind to find a way out of this predicament.

Soon, she was being tied down into a chair.

"Fuck you, Nami," Y/N spat out her frustration as soon as the pirates left them alone, her tone tinged with irritation. "Why would you do that?"

Inside her cage, Nami rolled her eyes in response. "It's survival of the fittest out here, Y/N," she retorted, her voice laced with resignation.

Y/N can't help but roll her eyes in return. She knows that in this cutthroat world, everyone looks out for themselves, but she had foolishly hoped for some semblance of a relationship with Nami only to be sorely disappointed.

"The least you could've done was actually manage to actually escape. You sold us in vain." Y/N chastised with a disapproving tsk.

"For what it's worth," Nami glanced towards the entrance of the crew's dressing rooms before skillfully picking the lock of her cage. "I am trying to get us out."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, unsure whether to trust Nami's words. Turning to Zoro, who was bound to a circular board nearby, she asked, "Do you believe her?"

"Don't have much of a choice," Zoro replies with a nonchalant shrug, just as a loud shout from outside makes them all snap their heads towards the entrance. It's Luffy's voice. "Better work faster."

As Y/N tries to free herself from the bounds, she realises that she's worried about Luffy because, despite his exasperating antics and seemingly reckless behaviour, she can't help but feel a pang of worry for him.

The bounds were tight but not enough to cut circulation just tight enough to leave burn marks when she moved them too much which she does.

Feeling the burn of the tight bounds against her skin, Y/N winced but pressed on, determined to free herself.

"That's only hurting you," Nami said sparing Y/N a glance before continuing to pick her lock.

Nami's words of caution brought a moment of pause, but Y/N couldn't afford to let fear hold her back. "I'll be fine,"

Nami rolls her eyes, then she glances at Zoro, he, too was trying to free himself.

 "What?" The boy asks.

Nami continues with her work, "This is my life now."

"You want to trade places?"

"Both of you shut up," There was a rustling sound just making its way to them, "Shit. Someone’s coming."

Nami stops her work and looks at the entrance. "I need more time. Keep them talking."

"I don’t talk." Zoro said, "I hit things."

"I'll do it," Y/N announced.

Seconds later, a pirate with a striking mix of black and white hair and a blue and white square pattern scarf bursts into the room, riding his monocycle with an air of undeniable flair. He comes to a stop right in front of Zoro, his gaze fixed firmly on the bound swordsman.

Y/N, who would have found the scene comical under different circumstances, straightens up, suppressing the urge to laugh. Instead, she puts on her best flirtatious grin and clears her throat, preparing to address the newcomer.

"Hey there, handsome," Y/N begins, her voice dripping with playful charm. "I bet your captain's got you on a tight leash, but do you think you could...?"

"Shut up, whore!" The pirate said not taking his eyes off Zoro.

Y/N's jaw was on the floor. Well, that came out of nowhere.

"I'm not an expert but I'm sure you don't talk to ladies like that," Zoro, ever nonchalant, unexpectedly comes to her defense, much to Y/N's surprise.

The pirate disregards Zoro and instead questions, "Remember me?"

"No. Must be some other homicidal, unicycle-riding clown." Zoro mocks.

Y/N flinches as the pirate with black and white hair delivers a punch to Zoro's stomach.

"I've been thinking about you for years," the pirate hisses, his voice dripping with resentment. "About how you killed my brother."

"I killed a lot of pirates." Zoro deadpanned.

The pirate, named Cabaji, scowls as he begins to recount their past encounter. "My name is Cabaji, and a couple of years back, you hunted us across the Goa Kingdom," he explains, pulling out two knives. ""Followed us for weeks through the swamp lands, day and night, never relenting, like some kind of demon."

The three of them shared a look. A silent understanding between them. This was it, the distraction. Cabaji glances at the two girls as he backs away from Zoro.

"Still not ringing a bell," Zoro remarks casually, prompting Cabaji to throw a knife dangerously close to his head.

"You cut off his head and you stuffed it in a bag, all for a few Berry." Cabaji accuses, his voice heavy with accusation.

Zoro sighs, briefly closing his eyes before conceding, "Okay, that does sound like me."

The air becomes thick with tension as the two men lock gazes, the looming threat of violence hanging between them.

"Let's see if you can keep your head," Cabaji declares, moving to the side of the circular structure and spinning it, taking Zoro along for the ride.

With each knife thrown, Y/N can't help but avert her eyes, unable to witness the imminent danger befalling the swordsman. As minutes tick by and Y/N finally dares to steal a glance at Zoro, she's taken aback by his unwavering composure. Despite the imminent threat of the spinning structure and the barrage of knives, Zoro remains eerily calm, his expression betraying no hint of fear or panic.

Watching him close his eyes and maintain his stoic demeanor in the face of danger, Y/N can't help but feel a surge of admiration mingled with astonishment. It shouldn't surprise her, knowing Zoro's reputation for unshakeable resolve, but somehow it does.

Y/N shifts her gaze to Nami, and in that brief exchange of eye contact, a silent understanding passes between them. She's close to opening the lock.

"You really don’t fear death, do you?" Cabaji asks after his tenth throw.

"No," Zoro said as the structure came to a halt, "I just don’t fear you."

Cabaji throws yet another knife before approaching Zoro "You know, I’m gonna enjoy this. As soon as Captain Buggy’s finished with you, you’re mine."

"Uh, tempting as that sounds, I’m not sticking around." Zoro slowly opens his eyes and focuses on the pirate.

"Really? Got somewhere else to be?"

"Didn’t used to think so. But Luffy changed that." Zoro said.

"That simpleton in a straw hat." Cabaji scoffs, "Don’t tell me you actually believe in him?"

"I don’t need to. He believes in himself." Zoro admits and shrugs, "It rubs off."

As Nami swiftly and silently cuts Y/N's bonds, relief floods through her as she rubs her sore wrists. With newfound freedom, she wastes no time positioning herself behind Cabaji, who is too engrossed in Zoro's words to notice her approach.

"And one more thing."

Cabaji continues to laugh as Zoro warns him.

"Don’t turn around."

In a split second, Y/N seizes the opportunity, delivering a powerful punch straight to Cabaji's nose. The force of the blow sends him staggering backwards. With Cabaji momentarily stunned, Zoro takes advantage, freeing one of his arms to grab hold of the pirate's throat, applying pressure with a steely grip while Nami frees his other arm.

"And by the way, you're brother's the whore," Y/N said to the Cabaji just moments before the pirate passed out.

"What's the plan?" Asks Zoro, retreating his swords.

Y/N takes hold of her war fans. "We go for Luffy,"

"Yeah but how?" Zoro turns to Nami, "You do have a plan, right? That’s your thing, plans."

"I say we beat the hell out of every clown we see." Nami declares, her eyes flickering between them mischievously as she brandishes her fighting stick.

Y/N chuckles in agreement, elegantly fanning her fans to reveal the gleaming blades within. "Well, isn't that a delightful idea," she quips with a smirk. "I've always had a knack for cutting through the foolery."

With a wink exchanged between Y/N and Zoro, a shared understanding passing between them, Zoro chuckles before they both follow Nami out.

As they navigate through the chaos of the circus tent, the trio encounters a shower of fools intent on blocking them. With a seamless display of skill and coordination, they engage the freaks in a fight.

Nami leads the charge, her fighting sticks a blur as she deflects incoming blows and delivers precise strikes. Each swing is calculated, each movement fluid and efficient as she exploits weaknesses in the clown's defences.

Beside her, Zoro moves with the grace of a great swordsman, his swords lethal as he cuts through the ranks of clowns with unmatched precision. His strikes are powerful and decisive, each blow landing with devastating force as he clears a path forward.

And Y/N adds her own flair to the fray, her fans flashing in the dim light of the tent as she gracefully dances between pirates. With a flick of her wrist, she spreads the fans, revealing the razor-sharp blades concealed within. Each movement is deliberate, and calculated, as she gracefully weaves through the chaos of the fight effortlessly dispatching any clown foolish enough to challenge her.

As they finally reach the main stage, Y/N's heart lurches at the sight before her. There, in the center of the stage, Luffy struggles against the confines of a tank filled with water. Memories flood Y/N's mind, images of a similar tank from her past flashing before her eyes with haunting clarity.

She tries to hold back a shudder as the familiar dread grips her, threatening to overwhelm her senses. The sight of Luffy, trapped and struggling, serves as a painful reminder, stirring emotions that she had long tried to bury but with a deep breath, Y/N pushes aside the memories, focusing instead on the task at hand.

With a swift and precise throw, Nami hurls her fighting stick towards the tank, the impact causing the glass to crack and splinter. Y/N watches with bated breath as the cracks spiderweb across the surface, spreading like veins of ice.

"Where are my freaks?" Buggy exclaimed looking around the circus.

Zoro appears on the other end, holding his two swords. "They're not coming,"

Finally, the tank gave way with a resounding crash. As the glass shatters, water gushes forth in a torrent, cascading to the ground in a rush of freedom letting Luffy out and soaking Buggy to the ground.

After he inhales some air, Luffy exhales the map. Ugh!

"My map!" Buggy crawls to the map.

Luffy, on the other hand, "My hat!"

Y/N turned her gaze towards the laughing clown, he took hold of the map while Luffy was hugging his hat. With careful steps, the trio approaches him.

"You want a piece of me?" The clown challenges them once he notices their approach. "Let’s see what you got."

Without hesitation, Zoro lunges forward, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. But to their astonishment, the clown doesn't fall. Instead, he splits into pieces, his laughter ringing out triumphantly as he effortlessly reassembles himself.

"Surprise, shithead!" Buggy crows with glee, his laughter echoing through the chaos.

Y/N, Zoro and Nami gather together as Buggy manically laughing starts to split himself into more pieces.

"What the hell?" Y/N yells as Buggy's body parts begin to fly around them.

Zoro's brow furrows in frustration as he watches the spectacle. "How do I slice a guy who's already in pieces?"

"This is not part of the plan," Nami grits her teeth, holding tightly to her fighting stick.

With a grunt of frustration, Y/N pushes away a stray hand that reaches for her, her mind racing as she tries to formulate a strategy amidst the chaos. "Yeah, no shit."

Despite their best efforts, the trio find themselves quickly overwhelmed by the onslaught of flying body parts. Zoro is slammed against the tank, Nami is hurled off the stage, and Y/N is sent crashing into a pile of crates, pain shooting through her side as she struggles to regain her footing amidst the chaos.

"Fuck," She hisses, placing a hand on the sore spot. She braces herself up watching as Buggy pulls out his metallic claws and slices himself again.

"Chop-Chop Cannon!!" His hands and arms start to rotate while his legs start to fly about in chaos.

Luffy does his best to dodge and punch and actually manages to reach Buggy but is soon pushed off him. The claws though, do manage to get Luffy's straw hat.

Buggy laughs and when Luffy goes to recollect his hat he is tripped and pushed to the ground.

Y/N's heart pounds with panic as she watches Buggy's hand find its way to Luffy's throat, threatening to choke the life out of him. In a desperate bid to save Luffy, she scans the area for anything that could aid them in their fight.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, inspiration strikes. With a quick glance at the crates nearby, Y/N's mind races with a plan.

"Luffy, Nami. The crates!" Y/N shouts, her voice cutting through the chaos as she rushes to one and flings it open.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Luffy manages to break free from Buggy's grasp, tearing the hand off his throat and hurling it towards Nami. Acting on instinct, Nami uses her fighting stick to send Buggy's hand hurtling towards the open crate, which Y/N swiftly closes, trapping the appendage inside.

One by one, the four of them began to trap the clown's body parts inside the boxes until only his head, hands and feet were all he had.

"What have you done to me?"

Luffy grins, "Cut you down to size."

"The One Piece will never be yours." Buggy all but growls in frustration. "You’re just a sad, lonely little boy wearing another man’s hat!"

"I know exactly who I am," Luffy puts on his straw hat and with his usual smile he turns to Buggy. "I am Monkey D. Luffy. And I’m gonna be King of the Pirates."

Y/N chuckles to herself. He really has an indomitable spirit.

Luffy stretches both his hands back, "Gum Gum…

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no! Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait." Buggy pleads but Luffy is already spitting out.

"Bazooka!!"

And with a scream, Buggy's head is launched off the circus.

With a beaming smile, Luffy picks up the map and strides to the center of the stage, where Zoro, Y/N, and Nami are gathering. He extends the map towards the orange-haired girl, his expression filled with unwavering confidence.

"You're giving this to me?" Nami asks, her disbelief barely concealed beneath her facade of composure.

Luffy's grin widens. "You're the navigator," he replies simply, his faith in her abilities unwavering.

"Let's get out of this clown show," Zoro interjects, his tone tinged with impatience as he eagerly anticipates their departure.

Y/N nods in agreement, her hands deftly stowing away her fans back into her waistline. "Yeah, I've had my fill of this place,"

But Luffy's focus remains unwavering as he turns to address the others, his gaze sweeping over the captive audience.

"Still, there's one more thing we have to do," he declares, his eyes meeting those of his companions. "We have to set them free."

With determined hearts, they set about freeing the captive audience, their collective resolve aimed at bringing an end to the clown's tyranny.

"Are you our new captors?" an old man asks Luffy, his voice tinged with confusion.

Luffy tilts his head, a hint of bemusement in his expression. "What?"

"Well, you're a pirate, aren't you?" the old man persists, struggling to comprehend the act of kindness from someone associated with piracy.

"I'm a different kind of pirate," Luffy replies simply, his words carrying a weight of sincerity that belies his reputation.

Y/N shares a knowing glance with Luffy as she frees a child from his shackles, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Despite the odds, Luffy's unwavering determination and genuine compassion are beginning to win her over, gradually eroding her skepticism and replacing it with a newfound sense of admiration.

As they make their way through the town, the sun casts its warm rays upon the streets, a stark contrast to the wreckage left in the wake of Buggy's crew. Despite the devastation, a sense of relief fills the air as the townsfolk emerge from their hiding places, grateful to be free from the clutches of the circus from hell.

As Y/N walks alongside her companions towards their ship, she is greeted by a stream of townspeople, each one expressing their gratitude and admiration for her performance. Some approach her with heartfelt thanks, while others request the pleasure of hearing her sing again.

"We don't have much," the mayor of the town approaches them, offering a basket of food, "but please, take this as a token of our... of our gratitude."

Luffy shakes his head, a generous smile on his face. "You need it more than we do,"

Y/N wiggles her fingers in farewell as she follows Nami, Luffy, and Zoro to make their way back to their ship. As they approach, she notices Luffy darting back towards the mayor, returning for a piece of bread with a cheerful grin.

Once aboard the small ship, Y/N breathes a sigh of relief as she realizes all her belongings are still intact. With a sense of purpose, she joins Nami and Luffy in preparing the ship for their journey ahead.

Waving one last time to the shouting townsfolk, Y/N can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. The warm farewells of the townsfolk echo in her ears, a reminder of the impact they've had on the lives of others.

A few minutes into their journey, Y/N sits next to Zoro with a tired sigh. The swordsman's eyes are closed and his arms are crossed, she gazes at the sundown, a pretty hue surrounding them- when was the last time she enjoyed a sunny day? Right with Cygnus, that feels like a lifetime ago...

"Hey, you need help with that?" Nami's voice cuts through the serenity, pulling Y/N's attention away from the mesmerizing sunset.

Luffy's puzzled frown prompts her to tense up momentarily as Nami reaches for his straw hat. But instead of causing harm, Nami begins to carefully repair it, her skilled hands weaving the threads with practised precision. Y/N can't help but reconsider her latest thoughts of the navigator as she watches her work.

"Why did you freak out?" Zoro's voice startles her out of her thoughts.

Y/N turns to face the boy, but his eyes are still closed. " What? When did I-"

"Back inside of the box," Zoro said, his voice ever raspy but silent as if he knew she didn't want the others to hear.

"Oh," Y/N blinks, she didn't think he'd notice that, yeah sure she was freaking out but they all were, weren't they? She clears her throat, trying to mask her discomfort as she reaches for her guitar, seeking comfort in its familiar presence. "It's nothing special, really."

"What does 'not again' mean then?" Zoro asks turning his head and opening his eyes to look at her.

Y/N fakes a grin, "I'm just not a fan of enclosed spaces, that's all, hot shot,"

Zoro stares at her for a moment and Y/N stares back. Some of the light of the day cast shadows on his face. She can't tell if he's convinced by her excuse or not. She hopes he is.

Thankfully her silent wishes are answered, Zoro closes his eyes again and turns to face forward. "You better not make any noise, I'm trying to rest,"

Y/N flashes Zoro a mischievous grin in response to his warning. "Noise? Oh, you have it all wrong, hot shot," she quips, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "I don't make noise, I compose symphonies of sound that would make even the sea itself dance to my tune but Don't worry, hot shot, I'll keep it down… unless you want to hear a little tune to lull you to sleep, I promise to find a lullaby you enjoy."

Zoro's lips twitch with amusement, and Y/N can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

"You fixed it," Y/N's head turns to see Luffy taking his hands from Nami with a smile. "Thanks."

"Well, you said it was your treasure, right?"

As Nami rises and heads towards the cabin, Y/N meets her gaze, and in that silent exchange, they share a moment of understanding. Any lingering tension between them dissipates, replaced by mutual respect and perhaps some camaraderie.

"Is every day gonna be this crazy with you?" Zoro's question breaks the silence, drawing Y/N's attention.

Luffy joins them, settling in front of them with a thoughtful expression. "Shanks always said… that if the path to what you want seems too easy… then you're on the wrong path."

Y/N nods in agreement, impressed by the insight of this mysterious Shanks character.

"Smart guy," she remarks, her curiosity piqued by the mention of someone who clearly holds significance in Luffy's life.

Zoro, ever the stoic swordsman, opens his eyes and nods in quiet contemplation. "Yeah, this Shanks guy sounds all right,"

Luffy's face breaks into a wide grin as he rises to his feet, his excitement palpable. With boundless energy, he dashes to the bow of the ship, his voice ringing out with unbridled enthusiasm.

"Next stop, the Grand Line!" he shouts, pointing a finger ahead towards the vast expanse of ocean that stretches out before them.

Shaking her head in amusement, Y/N feels a foreign surge of excitement coursing through her veins. With Luffy at the helm, she knows that her days with him, as long as they may be, will be anything but dull. The question is, will they be dangerous or not.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Lots of love, be safe.

Divider by @cafekitsune

[miss-atomic-blog]

I've been wanting to draw the rodeo clown kids & started with Rally because I just had a better idea of her vibes. When finishing up her ref sheet I was like. But what about when she was a baby. & then toddler. & then I kept drawing her lol. I need to work on Bronco now but have baby Rally until then 💃

Process video for the baby page on tinktonk

If you think you recognize her. It's because you do! I've been working on her for a while lol.

[latanyalove]

Loving You Right

This is a follow up from the Zoro Birthday Post so go read that before you start with it! Also this is my first writing smut so please don't hate and give advice instead! WC: 1,304. Warning! Mature Scenes, Minors don't interact!

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"Does that mean you'll be coming back?" He asked with hesitation.

She smiled softly and said, "I'll be wherever you are, for as long as you want me."

"You don't have to worry about that," Zoro replied with a smirk, "I want you with me always."

"Still as cocky as always Roronoa?" She asked with a smirk.

"Let me show you," Zoro replied with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Zoro stepped closer to her and grabbed her waist, pulling her in for a deep kiss. She felt the warmth of his body against hers, and felt her cheeks start to flush. He ran his hands down her back before lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. 

"Let me show you how much I want you," he said as he slowly undressed her. She quivered with anticipation as he explored her body with his hands and lips. 

"Zoro," she murmured breathlessly. "I want you too, so much." 

He grinned and moved his lips to her neck. "I'm going to make sure you never forget me."  

She gasped as she felt her dress suddenly disappear from her body, the fabric pooling on the floor. Zoro smiled as he looked at her, his eyes drinking in her beauty. He moved closer to her, and she felt the warmth of his body against hers. Her cheeks flushing as he kissed her neck. 

He ran his hands down her back, exploring her curves with gentle touches. 

She felt the hook of her bra come undone and the fabric slip off her body, pooling on the floor with her dress. He continued to eye her hungrily as he moved closer, his lips seeking out her neck as she gasped in pleasure. 

"Oh, Zoro," she moaned as he kissed her and caressed her skin.  

"I'm never letting you go again," he whispered in her ear, and she shivered in anticipation. 

She was so lost in the moment that she barely noticed when Zoro pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular body. 

She felt her heart pounding in her chest as she looked at him, and she couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia. It had been so long since she had seen him like this—so passionate and so eager to please her. 

She felt a surge of desire course through her veins as she looked at him, and she felt her body start to tremble with anticipation. 

Zoro smiled and moved his hands to her face, gently caressing her cheeks. "You know, you look even more beautiful now than you did all those years ago," he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. 

She felt her heart flutter as she looked at him, and she couldn't help but smile. "You're too kind," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. 

Zoro chuckled and leaned in, his lips brushing against hers as he kissed her softly.  

She moaned in pleasure as his kiss grew more passionate and his hands moved to her waist. He gripped her tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer. 

She panted as she felt his lips move down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his hands explored her body. He moved his hands lower, tugging at her underwear and sliding it off her body. 

She felt a wave of pleasure as he touched her, his hands exploring every inch of her skin as she shuddered in delight. His lips moved lower, kissing her stomach, and exploring her curves as he moved lower. 

She felt her desire grow with each touch, her breathing growing heavier as he moved further down. 

She felt her whole body trembling with pleasure as he moved his lips to her inner thighs, his tongue exploring her skin as she gasped in pleasure. 

She let out a moan of pleasure as Zoro's tongue circled her clit, her body arching as his tongue licked and teased her sensitive flesh. She gasped as his tongue moved faster, her pleasure quickly reaching its peak. She felt her body quivering with pleasure as she reached her climax, and she let out a loud cry of ecstasy. 

Zoro smiled in satisfaction as he looked up at her, his eyes twinkling with delight. She smiled back at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and warmth as she looked into his eyes. 

His tongue moved inside her, teasing and exploring her depths as her body trembled with pleasure. He moved his tongue in circles, each movement sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. 

His hands moved up her thighs as his tongue moved, exploring her body, and igniting a fire of desire within her. She gasped in pleasure as his tongue moved faster, her body trembling with anticipation.

She gasped in pleasure, her fingers running through his hair as she pulled him closer. She felt her desire grow as his tongue explored her body, her hands tugging at his hair as she moaned in pleasure.  

"Zo-Zoro!" she said, "I'm supposed to be in control here!" She gasped in pleasure as he smiled against her skin, his hands exploring her body as she closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensations.

"It's your birthday so I'm the one who's supposed to be in charge." 

He left his position to answer, his voice husky with desire. "Don't worry, I'm enjoying every second of this." 

He then moved his hands up to her breasts, his fingers gently caressing her nipples as she let out a soft moan of pleasure. His lips moved lower, exploring her body as he nibbled and kissed her stomach. 

He quickly opened the wrapper and rolled it onto his hard length, feeling a rush of adrenaline as he prepared to take her. He moved between her legs, pressing his length against her as she gasped in pleasure. 

She moaned as he entered her, her body trembling as she felt every inch of him fill her. He moved slowly at first, gradually increasing his rhythm as her pleasure grew. His hands moved to her hips, holding her tight as he thrust into her with increasing intensity. 

She wrapped her legs around him, her body quivering with pleasure as she felt him move inside her. He gasped as he felt her tightness around him, his movements becoming more urgent as her pleasure grew. 

He kept eye contact with her as he moved inside her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as his body moved in sync with hers. She felt her body trembling with pleasure as his thrusts grew more intense, her breathing becoming heavier as she felt her orgasm approaching.  

She cried out in pleasure as he moved faster, her body trembling as she felt her climax approach. She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as she reached her peak, her body quivering with pleasure as she felt Zoro's body tense beside her. 

He let out a cry of pleasure as he reached his own climax, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he shuddered with pleasure. He collapsed beside her; their bodies still intertwined as they lay in a state of bliss. 

Zoro looked deep into her eyes as he moved his hands around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "I'm so glad it's my birthday," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "It's the perfect excuse to make you mine."

He smiled as he moved his hands up to her neck, his delicate touch sending shivers down her spine.

She leaned in closer, her lips barely grazing his as she whispered, "Tonight is all about you." Zoro moved closer, their lips finally meeting in a passionate kiss.

She moaned softly as his tongue explored her mouth, her body trembling with pleasure as his hands moved lower. . . .

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[yinyangswings]

So yet another grouping of fanart for another of @portgas-d-aroace's fanfic's Twin Flames. Yet another fanfic I highly recommend it! The description is simply as follows: Ace calls Sabo his twin while in Impel Down and consequences happen.

So @portgas-d-aroace made an OC in this fic named Marina....and there is one scene where she goes to Iva-San needing their snail transponder...did I envision this meme...maybe. I apologize for nothing!

Sabo's plan. Garp...not thrilled. Dragon? Here for the drinks.

Sabo and Ace reunited...and Ace realizing that Sabo is indeed alive

Jinbei feeling very much like that third wheel at the moment and trying to give them some sort of privacy....with limited results

ANGST!

ASL reunited again

Jinbei and Koala reunited

All the sketches

[silkentine]

I drew this for Chapter 26 of To Be Warm in the Cold by @okiedoketm

This scene was really tough for me to read but I’m so glad it exists. Go’s body dysmorphia and imposter syndrome really hits hard. I hope things get better for them soon (spoiler warning: we’re still in the rising action of this arc 🌚🌝)!!!

[titanialev]

[hana-san]

Katakuri and his fem s/o

Im using reference by the way…

(Yeah lets just say his s/o’s height is tall almost like him 😅😅😅)

[lostfirefly]

Today, my love, all I want, I wanna sing for you, yeah, I'll sing for you, baby! Happy birthday to you!

This fic was written back in June and finalized yesterday) But I couldn't leave Buggy without a gift) English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here

Description: Happy birthday to our future king of the pirates! Catherine throws him a party.

Warnings: SFW + NSFW (my first attempt to describe oral part), MDNI. Let's pray for Catherine)

Words: 6435 (sorry)

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @yujo-nishimura, @emmiebugz-blog, @mydearlybeloathed , @cyberkittenduck , @buggy-samaaa , @thoraeth

The title is taken from "Happy Birthday" by Kygo feat John Legend.

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/sound of a party whistle/

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“What’s this?” Buggy barely mumbled into the pillow. 

/sound of a party whistle/

“Shit! My ears!” Buggy covered his ears with his hands.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!!” 

“Cotton candy, I’m sleeping!!” Buggy waved Catherine away.

“Get up! Get up! Get up!!” She happily nudged him in the shoulder.

“What the fuck, woman?! It's 9 in the morning!” Buggy rolled over onto his back and barely opened his eyes. He saw Catherine sitting on her knees on the bed, wearing a plush party birthday cake hat. “And again. What the fuck?”

Catherine blew a party whistle again. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUGGY BEAR!!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Love you, my old.” Smack. “Grumpy.” Smack. “Beloved.” Smack. “Clown.” Smack. Smack. 

“Little shit! I’m not old! And not grumpy!!” 

“Yes, you are!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Wait here!” She ran out of the bedroom.

“Fu-u-ck!! I’m sleeping, woman!!!” 

“I made you a birthday breakfast!” Catherine returned to the room with a tray holding a large plate of pancakes, generously drizzled with chocolate, maple, and pecan syrup. And next to it was his favorite beer. 

“Geeez! I haven't had time to wake up yet.” Buggy rubbed his face. “What time did you get up? How did you get up? If you know what I mean.” He giggled idiotically.

“I always know what you mean, pervert.” Catherine slapped him on his head. “Well, it was hard to get out of your tentacles, Buggy the Octopus, but I did it. Every time I tried to move, you growled and pulled me even closer. But it's your birthday. Moreover! It's your first birthday with me! I wanted to make you your favorite breakfast. 36 pancakes just for you!! Can you imagine?! One pancake for every year of your grumpiness.” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Oh, wait, wait! I have another present! Close your eyes.” Catherine jumped out of bed and ran to the closet.

“Fuck, cotton candy, you're moving too fast! It's 9 am, for god's sake!!”

“See? You're grumpy! Please, close your beautiful eyes!! I have a present for you.” Catherine made a pleading face.

“Will you be naked?” Buggy opened his beer and looked at her with the hope in his eyes. 

“Tell me, asshole,” Catherine crossed her arms, “why do you always want to see me naked?” 

“Have you seen yourself naked? Imagine this picture and tell me how I can not like it?” He took a sip. “Fuck, perfect.”

“Pervert.” Catherine rolled her eyes. “Are you going to close your eyes or not?”

“Fine! But I still hope to see you without your clothes.” 

“Shush, clown! Don't peek!” Catherine was rummaging around in the closet. “Wait, wait! Ready? Nod if you closed your eyes. Now tell me, did you nod?”

“Yes!”

“And now you can open your green eyes!” 

Buggy opened his eyes and looked around. “Where are you, cotton candy?” 

“I’m here!” Catherine first showed one leg from behind the door, and then hid it.

“Oh, my God. Please tell me that's what I think it is!!!” Buggy rubbed his hands. 

“I don't know what you're thinking about, jerk!” Catherine poked her head out from behind the door. “Hi!, birthday boy!” 

“Hi!” 

“Wait, wait!” Catherine showed one leg from behind the door again, then the other, she stood facing Buggy. “Ready? One, two, three!” She turned her back to him and shook her buttocks. “Like it?”

“What the fuck? What is this?” Buggy stared at her pajama pants.

“This's your present!!” 

“But… I see…”

“Yes! These are your hands in your circus white gloves, and this’s my ass. And you're grabbing my ass.” Catherine shook her butt again. “Like it?”

Buggy laughed loudly, “Hell, yeah! Come to me, I want to take a closer look.”

Catherine took a couple of steps back, shaking her butt again. 

“My perfect hands on your perfect ass!” Buggy gently ran his hand down her thigh.

Catherine slapped him, sat on the bed and started stroking his hair. “Happy birthday, my blue-haired love!” Smack. Smack. “I’m so happy I have you!”

“Thanks.” Buggy took a sip. “Your pants are my favorite gift now.”

“I knew you would like it!” Smack. Smack. “Now eat your pancakes!”

Buggy stuck his fork into the pancakes and took a bite.

“Tasty?” Catherine started stroking his hair, watching him nod, and noticed the way Buggy looked at her. “Why are you staring at me like you love me, clown?” 

Buggy chewed a pancake and looked into her eyes. “Cathie-pie.” He swallowed and took her hand. “Will you ma–  make me some coffee?”

“Sure!! Wait here!” Smack. Smack. “Large black coffee with three spoons of sugar. I remember.” Catherine quickly ran to the kitchen. 

“Idiot!!” Buggy grabbed his head. “Don't ask anything. She'll say no anyway.” He took the fork and exhaled. “Fuck! Fuck!” 

“I’m coming back!.” Catherine came into the bedroom, holding the cup and with a wide smile on her face. “I hope you mis–..” She looked at Buggy's sad face. “Why are you sad? Didn't you like the gift? Or the pancakes?” 

“No, I’m fine. Your gift is amazing. It's just.. Just.. No one has ever baked me birthday pancakes.” Buggy tried to smile.

“Oh, my love!” Catherine put the coffee on the table and hugged him around the neck. “Now you have me! And now you will have birthday food every year. Oh! I almost forgot!” She ran to the closet and pulled out a plush crown. “This is for you! You can't eat birthday pancakes without a birthday hat!” She sat down on the bed and put the crown on his head. “My dear Buggy Bear. I crown you on and name you king of my heart.” She hugged him tightly. “I’m so happy I took those tickets and met you.”

“Damn!” Buggy trying hard not to blush. “Can you at least not call me by this stupid nickname on my birthday? Let me eat my pancakes, woman!” He settled himself more comfortably, lifted the blanket and winked at Catherine. She narrowed her eyes in delight and squealed as she crawled under the blanket.

“What are our plans for today?” Buggy ate one pancake and took a sip.

“Actually, we have an extensive program today, but I thought you were going to go drink at Arlong's like usual. Today is Wednesday.” Catherine snuggled under his arm. 

“Meh, I’ll go there tomorrow.” Buggy ate the last pancake, put the tray aside, and snuggled closer to Catherine. 

She immediately hugged him tighter. "What's wrong, my little bear?" 

“Can we lie like this for a while?” 

“Of course! Is something bothering you?”

“No. Just wondering how I got you.” Buggy giggled. “You see, the charm of a loser worked, and I won you over!”

“Dear god!” Catherine rolled her eyes. “There was no charm, Buggy!! You pissed me off and wanted to leave me in the desert!”

“But I didn't leave you!”

“I have one more present for you. Do you want to know when I fell in love with you? Remember the first time you saved me? I then thought, “he protected me?”. You were so brave, and I thought you were okay. Seriously, you didn't have to protect me. Then we sat around the campfire and you seemed less annoying to me. And then you saved me again, and I thought 'gosh, his hands are so warm'. And then you came back for me when I was dangling over the precipice. You could have run away, betrayed me. But you came back. And then when that cave collapsed, I was afraid I'd never see you again. And then you took me home, and I kept thinking, “Why doesn't he say that he loves me?”. And do you remember, the three of us were sitting in the living room, eating pizza and telling my sister how we met? You hugged me back then. I don't know if it was by chance or not. And then you suddenly pulled your hand away. And I realized, “Damn, I love him!”

“If I hadn't saved you,” Buggy took her hand and kissed it. “how would we have gotten to the treasure?”

“So you only saved me for the gold, bastard? I'm glad we chatted around the fire then. You know, I think you fell in love with me before the pancake morning. You just didn't realize it was love. Okay! Enough romance for the morning,” Catherine clapped her hands, “let's go celebrate your birthday! 

To begin with, Catherine took Buggy around the streets, looking in all his favorite places, as if it were a bar or a regular eatery. They had a little picnic by the sea. Catherine laughed and squealed, running from the water to the sand, occasionally noticing Buggy's sad look when he looked at the water. She tried her best to cheer him up, trying to do acrobatic routines, but she wasn't very good at it. Toward evening, she led the way to his awning. 

“What are we doing at my circus?” Buggy pointed at his tent. 

“Well,” Catherine shrugged, “you threw a party for me six months ago, now it's my turn. And since the circus now holds a special place in my life, I asked your crew to help me with the preparations.” She pecked him on his nose. “And forgive me, I lied to you a little for a few weeks when I said I was going out alone. I ran here to supervise everything. So welcome to the party named after the best clown in the world!”

Catherine dragged Buggy into the arena, which was filled with tables with hot dogs, pizza, and various alcoholic beverages. 

“What the hell?!” Buggy looked around. His entire crew was dressed in pirate costumes, a wide shroud hung from the dome to the floor. There were two anchors on the floor and there were dinghies with a couple of freaks sitting in them. The bar counter, behind which the bartender stood, was made in the style of a ship's nose and deck.

“Welcome to the pirate party!” Catherine happily spread her arms, inviting him to take a closer look. “See! Look, this is a mooring rope. Here is another rope.”

“This is a line, Cathie-pie.” Buggy tried to hide his shocked state, looking around. 

“Exactly. And here is another one.” Catherine pointed at the rope, “I forgot the name of this thing.”  

“Guess-warp.” Buggy said quietly. 

“Yes!” Catherine looked at him with rounded eyes. “Wow, I didn't know you were into this.”

“Hey! I read books sometimes too.”

“Look,” Catherine wrapped her arm around his waist, “we have one big table that resembles the captain's cabin for everyone here. These small ones are shaped like the stern of a ship with a steering wheel if someone wants to sit alone or to chat with others. Some of your friends brought girls, see? They want to be like you. And do you see the two thrones by the big table? Those are our seats. You have to own your throne!” Catherine pointed with her eyes to his place.

Buggy walked around the arena, looking at everything around him. Every chair, every table, everything resembled a giant ship. He went up to the bar and gently ran his fingers along it. Catherine noticed his sad face. 

“You don't like it? You probably wanted a regular party. I'm so sorry. Do you want to go somewhere else?” 

“No. I really like it! But.. Why the pirate theme?” Buggy asked quietly, running his fingers over the barstool.   

“I don't know. You have the soul of an adventurer and a seeker of treasure.” Catherine pecked him on his cheek. “Oh! I have one more present for you. I'll be right back, okay? You have ten minutes to miss me.” 

Buggy saw how Catherine quickly went to his office, noticed Cabaji at the bar and hurried over to him, “Did you tell her something?”

“Happy birthday, Captain!” said with his mouth full, eating canapés  

“Yes, yes! I asked a question. Did you tell her something?” Buggy asked quietly. 

“No! I swear. Your girlfriend came here a few weeks ago, and offered to organize a party. She wandered around the arena for about an hour and suddenly said that it would be a pirate party. I told the entire crew not to give the slightest hint.”

“Damn! Okay!” Buggy knocked on the counter. “Hey, you, bartender, make me a whiskey and pour a glass of rosé wine for the girl.”

Catherine spun around in front of the mirror for a long time, examining herself from all sides. “My flashy fool's gonna like this.” She squealed and ran back. When Catherine returned to the arena, she hid behind one of the decorations for a moment to watch Buggy. He was basking in the attention of the entire team, actively gesturing and laughing. She straightened her shoulders, looked at herself again and ran towards him.

“Hey, birthday boy!” Catherine gently tapped Buggy on the shoulder. “I'm back!”

“I ordered yo~. Fuck me! Fuck me very much!” Buggy's jaw dropped when he looked at Catherine. She was in the beautiful mid-thigh dress with black lacing on the purple corset, featuring a form-fitting lace up black bodice that accentuates her curves. The off-shoulder design added a touch of the romance and the flowing bunched black skirt had a sexy asymmetrical hemline. 

“Wow! My chatterbox can't find words, I'm amazed. Like it? Do I look like the queen of the seven seas?” She twirled several times and watched him simply nod his head. Catherine laughed, reaching her hand up to his chin. “Close your mouth and tell me something!”

Buggy swallowed and drank his whiskey with one gulp. “Damn! You look so hot, Catherine Mitchell!” He immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and started to slide his other hand down her ass. 

“What are you doing?” Catherine slapped him on his hands. “There are people around. And Cabaji is still here.”

“What are you standing there for? Get out of here!" Buggy barked at Cabaji, who grabbed his beer and quickly ran away from the bar. “Just fuck. You look... Just fuck.”

“While you're looking for the right words, go change into your circus clothes, please.” Catherine wrapped her arms around his neck, tiptoed and pecked him in his lips. “Your vest and leather pants will go perfectly with our theme. Who knows, maybe I have a gift for you.”

“If the next gift isn't hot sex on my desk, I don't want to talk to you at all, woman.” 

“I'm not having sex with you while your friends are here. If you behave well, who knows. Maybe I'll lift the ban on your office for today.” Catherine gently ran her finger down his neck and winked. 

"I'm gonna change!"  Buggy pushed her away slightly and quickly disappeared into the dark corridor.

Catherine laughed loudly, picked up her wine, took a sip, sat on the bar and looked around the arena. “Perfect.” 

The crew's laughter, the clinking of glasses and toasts to the Captain could be heard throughout the arena. While she was waiting for Buggy, one of the crew members came up to her, began to thank her for the party and they started talking. When Buggy returned, the first thing he heard was Catherine’s ringing laughter, and then he saw how she was fluttering freak's hair.

“Hey, I'm back.” Buggy came closer, glanced at the freak, and put his hand on Catherine’s back. The freak swallowed, blushed and quickly ran away.

Catherine smiled and glanced at Buggy. “Wow! I love your circus outfit. You look so hot. And in this dress, I’m now mated with you. We are like a small pirate family today.” Catherine put her glass down and wrapped one arm around Buggy’s neck. “See. They're toasting you. They love you, not like I do, but they do.” She adjusted his bandana. “I’m so proud of you, my blue-haired love.” Catherine kissed Buggy on the cheek and glanced at the crew. “Hey, you bunch of bilge rats, Quick, raise your glasses in the name of your Captain!” She looked at Buggy, who glanced at her with raised eyebrows and laughed. “I've always wanted to say that.” Catherine proudly raised her head and stroked Buggy’s shoulder. “I love you. Oh, I have another gift for you. I'll be right back.” She kissed him on the lips, jumped off the counter and ran off somewhere.

Buggy was sipping his whiskey and chatting with his teammates. He liked to be bathed in attention. He was talking to Mohji when he heard the sounds of fiddling and Catherine's voice.

“Go faster!!” Catherine nudged the freak in the back. “Put this box on the keg!” The freak struggled to lift the big present box. 

“What’s this?” Buggy came closer to her, sipping whiskey.

"I've been thinking about what to get you for a long time. Then I thought, you're the captain of this circus. And the captain shouldn't walk without it! Open it!" Catherine took the glass from his hands and invited him to the box. 

“Okay.” Buggy opened the lid and frozen for a second, looking inside in surprise. “What the f~?” 

“Only the greatest captain should have a fur coat. I know it's a stupid gift, but I couldn't think of anything better.” Catherine watched as he slowly ran his fingers through the fabric. “Your face. You don't like it, do you?”

“No! I like it very much!” Buggy pulled the coat out of the box and slipped it over his shoulders. 

“And look how it suits you! It's a sandy color. You can cover me when I'm cold!” Catherine ran her hands over the sleeves and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Happy birthday, my mystery Buggy, who is worth a lot of money somewhere. I love you so, so much!”

Catherine shifter her gaze to the crew. “What are you all standing there for?” She clapped her hands. “Let's have some fun! Woohoo!”

Catherine’s ringing laughter, music, drunken toasts and dancing filled the entire tent. Mohji was dancing till he fell down, Cabaji was dancing with some girl.  

“Damn, she's so happy. And she did all this for me. She constantly makes sure everyone has drinks and is having fun. She laughs loudly. I love the way she wrinkles her nose when she laughs. She gets asked to еру dance. Not that I'm thrilled about it, but I kind of like it. look at her, clown.. And now she's dancing with... hey, watch the hands! My hands are the only ones allowed on her waist! Oh, she moved them herself. What was I talking about? Oh yeah... And I love how before and after she is invited to dance, she runs up and gives me kisses. What does she even see in me? She's alive and funny and real, and I w–”

“Hey, handsome! Why are you sad here?!” Catherine’s voice pulled Buggy out of his thoughts. She took the glass of whiskey from his hands, put it on the counter and took Buggy by the hands. “Let's go dance!” 

“I don't know. I'm a bad dancer, Cathie-pie.” 

“I don't care, this's my favorite song and I wanted to dance to it with you. Ple-e-ease!!” Catherine made sad cat eyes and watched as Buggy rolled his eyes in response, but nodded. Catherine clenched her fists and squealed happily, dragging him to the center of the arena. “See? We're under your favorite spotlights.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his hands on her waist, and began to rock him from side to side to the music rhythm. “I don't know what kind of parties you've thrown before, but this one seems pretty good, huh?” 

Buggy exhaled and blushed. “This one's even better.”

Catherine narrowed her eyes and squealed. “I knew you loved me!” Smack. Smack. “Do you know how much I love you? Just li-i-ike tha-a-at!” She spread her arms wide and laughed. 

Buggy lifted her hand and Catherine twirled around her own axis. They swayed to the rhythm of the music, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they danced under the spotlight. Catherine’s hair cascaded down her back like a sunset river, while Buggy's strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they spun and twirled in perfect sync. The music faded away, and they slowed to a stop, their chests heaving in unison as they gazed into each other's eyes. For a moment, they stood still, savoring the magic of the moment, the world around them melting away as they lost themselves in the depths of their love.

“Hi.” Catherine said quietly.

“Hi.” 

“I have another surprise!” Catherine cleared her throat and ran to the middle of the arena and, raising her hands to face level, she clapped theatrically. “Bring the surprise!!” 

Сabaji rolled out a large table with a huge black cake on it. Catherine clapped her hands again and the whole team began to sing “Happy Birthday.” Buggy burst out laughing and came closer to Catherine. 

“We rehearsed for a long time!” Catherine almost laughed until she cried, watching everyone blush with shame, singing a congratulatory song. “And this is your cake. We are having a pirate party, right? We have a pirate ship and we have our own captain. And what ship is without a flag. See! This is Jolly Roger. And he has your bones and your nose.” She whispered quietly. “I hope you don't take offense, because it won't be your flag without your lovely nose.”

When all the drunken guests had left, Catherine noticed that Buggy hasn't come back. He said he'd be gone for a while, and he didn't come back. She waved to the last guests leaving the tent and walked down the hallways, but Buggy wasn't there. 

Catherine knocked on his office. “Are you here? Can I come in?” She carefully opened the door, and saw how he immediately slammed the bottom drawer of his desk shut with a key. “I found you. What are you doing here alone? I miss you. You look sad. I think I did something wrong. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.” 

“No, Cathie-pie, it's okay. How could you offend me?” Buggy exhaled.

“Are you sad because you're getting old?”

“Hey! I’m not old. Just... It's complicated, and I don't want to talk about it right now.” 

“Okay, we won't talk. We’re gonna drink! I brought whiskey and wine just for us.” Catherine moved closer to the table and hugged Buggy from behind. “Whatever happened to you in the past, I don't care. I'm glad that the past led you to Cairo. Because I met you. I love you so, so much!” Catherine sat down on the table, put her feet on his lap and took a sip straight from the bottle. “So, what are our plans next?” 

Buggy looked at Catherine for a moment and slowly ran his hand down her bare leg. “The dress is so sexy. I've been looking at you all evening, and it turns me on terribly.” 

“Everything turns you on, asshole, even if I'm walking around the house in that shark pajama you got me.”

“Shut up, please.” Buggy ran his lips over her legs, leaving a thin trail of lipstick on her skin. 

“What are you doing? Stop!” Catherine tried to gently push him away. “Stop it. Not here. Please..” Catherine's breathing quickened. “Damn you, clown. Just imagine. Everyone saw me in this dress. Your whole crew was staring at me, can you believe it?” She reached out, pulled his bandana off, and Buggy’s hair fell about the back and shone like a cascade of water. “The who-o-ole crew.” 

Buggy abruptly motioned her over to him, kicked a chair and stood up, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Stop it!” 

“You know, I'm willing to bet money that you were pissed off that your freaks were dancing with me, looking at me. At my bare legs, my bare shoulders. You do realize that I'm not wearing a bra right now, right?”

Buggy stood between Catherine’s legs, and she felt his hand come up to cradle her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “I said stop it!” 

Catherine immediately wrapped her legs around him and ran her hand from his hair to his neck. “Uh-oh, someone's jealous.” 

“I'm not jealous. Let them stare, I don't care. You're mine, my Cathie-pie. And you're my main birthday present for today.”  Buggy ran his hand under the hem of her dress. 

“I’m not your pr-!” Catherine was cut off by his mouth crashing desperately against hers, his kiss so urgent that it took her a few seconds to regain control of herself. Her mind blanked, and for those few precious seconds, all she could feel was him, his lips and hands all over her. His kiss was more frantic, his touch was rougher than usual, more frenzied, as though he wanted to get as much of her against him as he possibly could.

"I like the way you smell. I like the way you taste, Cathie-pie." As he spoke, the rest of his body began to respond to the feel of her in his arms -- not just due to the allure of intimacy, but also because of the warmth, the softness, and the surprising strength in her thighs, contrasted with the delicate nature of her elbows and wrists, which stirred within him a profound desire to yield to any request she might make.

She now mirrored his intense urgency, moving her body against his as she struggled for dominance until, as always, she surrendered completely in his embrace. She became malleable in his grasp, letting out soft sounds whenever he caressed her in a particular manner; each deliberate stroke of his tongue within her mouth, the way he positioned her thigh over his hip while pressing his arousal against her center, and the smirk he wore against her neck as he lavished attention on the sensitive skin there. His hand on her waist tightened its hold, drawing her body closer to his.

“What if your guys imagined me naked?” Catherine slowly began to unfasten the straps on his vest.

“Are you doing this on purpose, little shit?” Buggy took off his vest, knelt down and began kissing her legs. 

“I like to piss you off, asshole.” Catherine felt him move his lips higher. “My love, the door. Please lock the door.”

“No one's here anyway.” Buggy held on as best he could, but with every touch of her soft skin, he felt himself losing control.

Catherine felt his hands begin to squeeze her legs tighter, the kisses became longer. “Someone's going to die.” Catherine giggled and put her hand on his hair. “Don't you want to come up here?”

“Wait! I'm enjoying the moment.” Buggy lifted the hem of her dress slightly. “You’re driving me crazy tonight,” he groaned. “This dress? Phenomenal. Did you wear it for me?” He raised his gaze to her while positioned half-kneeling on the floor, his hands gliding over her exposed thighs, having pushed the dress up to her hips. His eyes were filled with intensity, silently pleading for the response he desired. 

Catherine wove her fingers through his hair as he transitioned from his fingertips to his lips, hovering perilously near the edge of her panties. “I–”

“Answer, cotton candy. The captain asked a question.” The words came out more of a grumble, vibrating against her body.

Fuck, she loved it when he spoke like that. It was his captain’s voice. The one which made her legs quiver and sent heat straight to her core. It was dominating. When he spoke to her like that, she was a lost cause.

Catherine murmured. “I knew my captain would like it.”

“Like it?” Buggy pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, and instantly her legs began to wobble. “Baby, I love it.”

That name – just hearing him call her baby at such moments – was enough to send her mind spiraling. Catherine should have known it was only a matter of time before they fell back into each other’s arms. Buggy groaned as he pulled the panties down, and she knew exactly why. She moaned, tugging desperately at his hair with her fingers.

“Lock the door, please.”

Buggy shook his head and emitted a low growl of contentment, then rewarded her by trailing his tongue along her warmth. Her back arched off the table as she attempted to draw him even closer to her.

“That's my girl,” he hissed, before delving into her with his tongue.

Catherine whimpered at the sudden explosion of pleasure, her senses going into overdrive. She was lost, completely helpless, not even aware of the words which were tumbling from her lips.

“Fuck, my love. The do, pl~”

Buggy switched between sucking her clit slowly into his mouth and circling her entrance. Catherine moved one of her hands to her mouth because she realized she’d moaned aloud, because even the sight of him kneeling there, almost made her come. As he continued to pleasure her with renewed intensity and deliberate movements of his tongue, it was not long before she felt herself nearing the brink, stifling a cry of his name. Buggy remained positioned between her legs, one hand resting firmly on her abdomen to provide support. Catherine’s legs trembled, and she realized that without his assistance, she would have collapsed to the floor by that point. Her heart raced even as he gradually rose to his feet. 

"I hate you," she said, grasping his hand.

The corner of his mouth curled upward as he cupped her jaw with his hand. “Still alive?” He leaned down to kiss her, allowing her to savor her own essence on his tongue. It was dirty and hot and everything.

“It seems like you're the birthday boy, but I got the present?” Catherine giggled. 

“Got? In the past tense? Oh, cotton candy, we're not done yet.” Buggy groaned against her skin, where his mouth was trailing hot kisses over her neck and collarbone. “Now I’m going to fuck you,” he murmured into her ear, and she couldn’t help the desperate whimper that tore from her throat. 

Catherine allowed herself to meet his gaze, her brow lifting in challenge. “Do it, then.” She grabbed his back and pressed him closer. His long blue hair spilling around them. 

Buggy took off his pants and underwear, smashed into her lips and Catherine moaned softly through the kiss, feeling him enter her. One smooth movement and he was inside her, filling her to the point of ecstasy before withdrawing achingly slowly. She moaned when his second thrust was harder, harsher than the first and she gripped at the edge of the desk to fully support herself. 

“The door!” Catherine whimpered through the kiss, feeling him pull her closer to him,

“I don't give a shit! There is no one here.” His lips traveled up the column of her neck, the tip of his nose tracing the side of her face as he breathed against her ear. 

She dug her fingers into his hair, when he started picking up the pace. The tension in the air was broken only by his moans and her sighs.

“Don't stop. Don't. I-- I want this, want you. Please, Bug-"

Buggy swallowed her gasp as they mashed into a hard kiss, tongues tangling as they explored each other's mouths. Thoughts washed over Buggy's head like a giant wave. Catherine accidentally reminded him of his past. The past he ran away from, trying to forget who he was and what he had, and now all that was good in his miserable life was her. 

“I love you. I love you. I so fucking love you..” Buggy whispered near her lips in a low voice, thrusting until she gasped, the hands on his shoulders turning harsh with the addition of nails. 

“Lo- fuck.. y- too.” Catherine smashed into his lips, trying to stifle her moans, which were getting louder.

Buggy's heavy thrusts send a tingling sensation along her spine, while his deep grunts intensified as he became increasingly aroused.  With another thrust, Catherine’s nails grazed his back, introducing a unique pain that only motivated him further. As Buggy thrust once more, her body tensed, anticipating the sensations that were about to unfold. His lips departed from hers, trailing down to her neck and further, without the use of his teeth. Catherine slightly arched her neck, allowing him greater access. She pressed her fingers into his back as he drove into her with increased intensity, no longer kissing or caressing her skin.

“I’m so close, my love. Oh, fuck. Fuck me harder and rougher, please.” 

Buggy growled, moaning her name. The love he felt in her heart, hearing her endless love words, made him make his thrusts even stronger, even more potent. As she wanted. Catherine tried not to moan his name loudly, afraid of who might be hearing her, breathless pleas as his rod slowly dragged inside her. One more hard thrust and a wave of brain-frying pleasure washed over her as felt they came together. 

Buggy pulled her closer and collapsed against her with a drawn out moan, his heart beating like a drum against her chest. His weight was pushing her down on the hard wood table, but she didn't care; she loved his weight on top of her, the feeling of his sweat-slicked body, the musky scent of an aroused male.

They didn't separate immediately. Catherine remained entwined with him as Buggy gradually regained his composure, taking deep breaths. Catherine held him close, providing a few extra moments for him to feel secure. His head rested on her shoulder while she gently massaged his back.

“You okay? With me?” Catherine asked quietly, stroking his back, and saw him nod. “You know, you smell like the salty sea. Musk and the sea.” 

“This's the best present ever, cotton candy.” Buggy chuckled and kissed her forehead. 

“Liar. I'm sure you did this.. well.. present.. with other girls on your birthday too.” 

“This is different. You are not “other girls”. How am I supposed to work at this desk now? How do you say it?” Buggy started imitating her. “This is our first sex on the desk, Buggy. Let's celebrate this every year.” 

“Go to hell, pervert.” Catherine gently kissed him on his nose. “By the way, I asked you to close the door. I wouldn't be surprised if you were hoping someone would come in.” She saw him shrug. “How can you think about that? It's such an intimate thing! Half of Cairo probably already knows that I'm sleeping with you.” 

“Not true!”

“I don't want to talk to you!” Catherine gently stroked his cheek. “But.. Happy birthday, my silly clown. Love you so, so much.” 

Buggy kissed her again and helped her down from the table. While he was fixing his makeup, Catherine wiped his lipstick traces from her body and quickly cleaned up the mess on the table. 

Catherine adjusted her dress. “God, I hope Richie didn't hear us." 

“Do you think that furry lump is gonna tell everyone what we did here?” Buggy reluctantly looked at himself in the mirror. 

Catherine noticed his sad face and immediately ran up to hug him. “You’re my best and the most handsome clown in the world. You know, I have an idea! We take a couple of bottles of booze, the rest of the cake and go home. We'll lie in bed in our pajamas, watching some stupid show and eating cake.” 

“Not bad.” Buggy kissed her head. “Do you want to take your favorite stupid walk along the embankment?”

“Really? I want! I really want! I love walking with you!” Catherine squealed happily. “Give me 10 minutes, I need to change my clothes, I can't walk down the street looking like this.” 

“But I hoped you would stay in your sexy dress.” Buggy plopped down on the couch. 

“Nope! It was a gift just for you, my flashy fool. Otherwise, you'll get mad if someone looks at me in this dress.” Catherine hid behind the closet door, started to undress, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a flying head. “Hey, clown! Don't peek!” 

“Are you serious? I've seen you naked a thousand times!”

“I'll take your head now and hide it somewhere in the closet. For God's sake, Buggy, zip up your pants and wait for me, please!” She heard him fall onto the couch and exhale. Buggy tried to peek again, but Catherine threw a pillow at him. 

“I'll take your shirt? Okay? And we can g~. what's this?” She pulled out a photo. “Wow! You not only have my picture in your wallet, but also on your shelf?”

“Hey! Give it back!” Buggy sent his hand, pulled the photo out of her hands, and put it in the drawer. “It doesn't mean anything.”

“But this is you and me, when you took me out on a picnic last week. You were grumbling and freaking out because I wanted to take a picture of us. Sure, I'd be happier if I weren't lying between your underwear. Why do you need spare underwear here? Although, you know, don't answer, I don't want to know what you're doing here.” Catherine tiptoed over to the couch, throwing on her shirt, and kissed him on the lips. "I knew you loved me, my Buggy Bear." Smack. “Okay, let's take the cake and go home. I think I've already trampled you with romance tod~.” Catherine opened the door and froze. “Buggy…”

"What?" He sent his head towards the door. 

They stared silently at the blushing Cabaji who was returning to the green room, screaming. “I didn't hear anything!!”

“Did you want someone to see us?” Catherine looked at Buggy, not understanding whether he was proud of this situation or ashamed. "Congratulations, clown, your dream has almost come true."

[owlwithanapple]

The Light and The Dark

Chapter 03. Dance

Night Restaurant

You were deeply immersed in the beautiful singing voice of the female singer. Everyone stayed quiet and listened to her . You like the atmosphere of this style very much, as if you are intoxicated by the beautiful voice and your own world.

Not only can listen to the singing, but you also can watch some people dancing with their partners to the music. They are very elegant and beautiful. You are not familiar with dance. After all, you have never been exposed to this kind of high-level culture.

When your eyes were full of longing, Rayleigh noticed it. He stretched out his hand invite you to dance together, and your thoughts were actually noticed by Rayleigh.

You happily held his hand accepted his invitation to be his partner for the night. You both looked at each other with a smile on face, you weren't good at expressing but he always saw what you were thinking.

"It's my honor to dance with you." Rayleigh held your hand walked slowly.

"I should have said this." You smiled at him.

He led you to the center of the dancing crowd. You were a little nervous but relieved because Rayleigh held your hand never let go of you. The female singer took a sip of water and adjusted her voice to start singing the next song.

You hold half of his palm with your right hand. Your left hand is raised and placed lightly on his shoulder. He takes a small step back with his right foot, and you take a small step forward with your left foot.

With the rhythm and melody of the music, he guides you step by step to follow his dance steps. Sometimes you will look down to check, worried that you might make a mistake or accidentally step on his foot.

"Don't look away from me." Rayleigh looked at you and said.

"I'm worried about stepping on your foot." You said softly.

"It's okay, just take it step by step and enjoy it." Rayleigh said with a chuckle at you.

"I will. Thank you for inviting me to be your dance partner." You looked at him and said.

"I am very willing to be your dance partner." Rayleigh said teasingly.

"We're both lucky to have each other," you said shyly.

Under the warm light, following the melody, the two of you have become immersed in the world of two people. You take the initiative to get closer to him, and he has no intention of alienating you or rejecting you.

He closed his eyes gently rested his forehead against yours. You also closed your eyes and enjoyed the good time with him. Rayleigh's warmth made you feel extremely happy and sweet.

You were once kidnapped, so you were afraid of being touched by people. The one holding and being gentle to you now is Rayleigh. You don't hate having any physical contact with him. You hope to keep such beautiful memories.

Roger and others saw you from upstairs. Roger was very relieved to see you and Rayleigh so happy. Every moment since you joined has been healing.

They are always experiencing hardships in the outside world, and you will exude a warm scent when you appear. You are a light that shines in the darkness and warms their hearts.

Roger had noticed that Garp and Sengoku were also dining in this restaurant. He wanted to stop you two from attracting so much attention, but he admires you two and doesn't want to disturb.

Garp and Sengoku sat watching the performance. Garp saw your back and spotted you dancing in the crowd. He was surprised to find that your dance partner was Dark King Silvers Rayleigh.

He stood up try moved to pull you over but was stopped by Sengoku. After all, this is a restaurant, and if there is a crowd and a fight breaks out, even ordinary people will be implicated.

"Rayleigh is here, which means that damn Roger must be here too!" Garp said to Sengoku.

"I know. Don't be impulsive yet." Sengoku pulled Garp.

"Damn it... why is that little girl dancing with Rayleigh! I gave her flowers!" Garp was very annoyed when he saw you leaning into Rayleigh's arms.

"You didn't invite her..." Sengoku complained helplessly.

The nights you danced with him brought you two closer together, and you cherished this time in Rayleigh's arms. How wonderful it is to be able to spend this moment with him in peace.

As soon as the woman finished singing, the end of the singing means it's over. You feel a little regretful that time flies by so fast, but Rayleigh is reluctant to let you go.

"Thank you for spending a long time with me." You smiled sweetly.

"I'm willing to spend more time with you than now." Rayleigh approached you slowly and gently touched your face with his hand.

"Is your mouth so sweet?" You chuckled.

"Want to taste it?" Rayleigh hugged you and brought you close to him.

"You're blushing." You held his face in your hands.

"Hahaha. Really? Maybe I'm drunk?" Rayleigh held your hand.

"I can't tell whether you are drunk or not." You took his hand went back to find Roger.

You both returned to Roger's seat. Roger smiled at you both, you were both confused as to why he looked like this. Several others also had the same expression as Roger, which you felt was a bit baffling.

"What are you guys doing with these weird expressions?" Rayleigh refilled glass of wine.

"I just think the scene of you two dancing together so beautiful." Roger said with a laugh.

"One light and one darkness coexist." said Crocus.

"Hahaha! Crocus is right. Y/N is the light, and Rayleigh is the Dark King, so he is called dark." Gaban took a sip of wine and said.

"When I grow taller, I will definitely be sister's dance partner!" Shanks swore seriously.

"Me too!" Buggy came over and said.

"I'll wait and see." You stroked the heads of the two children.

"The troublesome guy is here too." Roger said with a smile.

"Who is it?" You looked confused saw Roger's smile was different from usual.

"Marine's Garp and Sengoku." Roger said seriously.

"They are so good and doesn’t make trouble here." Gaban said with a smile.

"If there is really trouble, Roger will never let them go." Crocus took a sip of wine.

"Why?" you wonder.

"This restaurant is Roger's favorite. Some people who were not afraid of death made trouble and were beaten up by Roger." Rayleigh said with a smile.

"Hahahahaha! If they don't come to our door, we don't have to make trouble with them." Roger slapped the table and laughed.

"Be careful, those two in Marine are the most difficult to deal with." Rayleigh warned seriously.

"It's okay! If anything happens, I'll take care of it!" Roger said with a confident laugh.

"Indeed, Roger and Garp are enemies and besties." Crocus said calmly.

"Which means that Garp and Sengoku are very powerful people, they can actually compete with Roger." You knew that Roger was very strong, but you didn't expect anyone to be able to fight him.

"Hahahaha! Y/N, listen up! There are endless possibilities for you in the future! After I die, you will meet a new generation of more powerful people and even enemies! Your adventure is not just about seeing the world with me ! More people will invite you to go on adventures together!" Roger's words made you feel weird but exciting.

"Roger, why are you saying strange things? But thank you." You smiled.

Everyone suddenly looked serious and started laughing after hearing Roger's laughter. You noticed that the atmosphere was extremely tense for a moment, but no one said anything and you just kept smiling.

In fact, you had already noticed in your heart suddenly became cold when Roger said something strange. You held back the tears it’s felt like Roger was disappearing.

"Umm... I'm going out and relax first." You realized something was wrong and quickly got up left the restaurant.

"What a perceptive little girl." Roger looked at your leaving.

"Is it necessary to mention it now? She has just started and you are adding insult to injury like this." Rayleigh pulled Roger's collar unhappily and said in a serious tone.

"There are many things in the world that must be overcome, including one's own heart. I pulled her out of the bottom let her see the world. After I die, at least she will not go back to the bottom and continue move forward bravely to pursue the future world." After Roger finished speaking, he immediately took a sip of wine.

"Idiot, you can't read people's faces. She is still a girl and has just started. You will hurt her if you say this." Crocus slapped Roger in the face.

"Hahahaha! She is very smart! I believe her!" Roger slammed the table said loudly.

"Roger...you." Roger interrupted when Rayleigh was about to speak.

"She is a good girl, and her appearance has illuminated us. From now on, you will take good care of her for me when I am gone. Especially you, Rayleigh." Roger said with a smile.

"It's really difficult." Rayleigh sighed and drank a glass of wine.

"Are you willing? Rayleigh." Roger smiled.

"Of course." Rayleigh took a sip of wine.

"Stupid." Gaban said with a smile.

Outside the restaurant

Realizing something was wrong, you ran out of the restaurant to get some fresh air without saying a word. You knew there was something in what Roger just said, but you were afraid if you continued to ask, you would have the consequences you didn't want to hear.

You know that Roger is an ambitious man. You have read the articles published in the newspaper over and over again. You admired him before you even knew him.

You longed for him to be as strong, confident and free as he was. Unexpectedly, you actually met him by coincidence. Not only he was willing to help you, he also warmly invited you to take adventure with him.

At first you were very hesitant about it because of Ria. In the end, after Ria frees you, you no longer hesitate to choose to follow him. Your fate is so wonderful. You obviously only worshiped him but now you have followed him.

What if one day his time comes to an end, what will you do?

"It's easy for a little girl to catch a cold on this cold night." A rough voice came from behind.

"Sengoku..." You turned around looked at him calmly.

He walked slowly and you stood still waiting for him to come. You knew he was an important person in Marine, but now it felt like he was just here to talk.

"You and Gloria really look alike." Sengoku said looking at your face.

"Do you know my mother?" you asked curiously.

"Yes, she helped me once. I owe her a thank you." Sengoku said.

"She has passed away." You said calmly.

"Really...I'm deeply sorry." Sengoku bowed to you.

"Is there anything else?" you asked him.

"I just didn't expect you to know about me." Sengoku said.

"Of course. You are a well-known figure in Marine, a good friend of my mother, and the person who has been taking care of me silently since my mother passed away." You said with a smile.

"How do you know it's me taking care of you?" Sengoku asked.

"After my mother passed away, I’ll received letters and support payments from you every day." You said with a smile.

"Hahaha, but I didn't expect to meet you here by chance. I couldn't find you when I went to your hometown." Sengoku said.

"I was kidnapped and sold to other places. I was rescued recently. It was the trafficker you caught recently." You said.

"What!" Sengoku was surprised to hear you say was kidnapped.

"I don't want to bring up this topic after all, it's not a good memory. But how do you know my mother?" You asked him doubtfully.

"Before your mother became an explorer, she was a subordinate of mine. After, she chose to leave Marine and become an explorer." Sengoku told your mother's experience.

"I see, thank you for telling me." You thanked him for letting you know your mother better.

"But, how could you..." The two of you were interrupted by the noise.

The noise came from the restaurant, and many customers ran out. You followed Sengoku quickly ran in to find out. You see Roger and Garp having an arm wrestling match, they've smashed several dining tables.

"What's going on now!" Sengoku shouted to Garp.

"Ha! I feel so bad when I see this damn guy!" Garp shouted.

"Hahaha! Come and have a fight if you dare! Garp!" Roger said with a smile.

You saw that the scene was very chaotic, and there were many tables and chairs smashed by them on the ground. Everyone is trying to stop Roger, but that Garp is forcing Roger to challenge him to the end.

"Garp! Don't make trouble here!" Sengoku pulled Garp.

"Shut up! This guy is the only one I will never let go of!" Garp shouted.

"Interesting! Come over here!" Roger shouted.

The scene in front of you has gradually gotten out of control, and you smell a strong smell of alcohol on them. Not only did they get drunk, but they also met their sworn enemy, and they almost went crazy with alcohol.

"Oh! The one who was dancing just now!" Garp pointed at you with his finger.

"The one who gave me the flowers!" You pointed at the drunk Garp.

Rayleigh heard it realized that it was Garp who gave you the flowers. He was dumbfounded. Garp pointed at you drowsily and started talking nonsense. You were confused as to why this guy was talking to you.

Sengoku was speechless seeing him drunk. Except for Roger, everyone else found it funny and speechless. You knew he was drunk, but you were helpless to keep listening to his ramblings.

Rayleigh pulled you to his side stood in front of you to prevent you from getting close to Garp and Roger. Shanks and Buggy stood on either side of you to protect you, you just hid behind Rayleigh.

"What should we do?" you asked Rayleigh in a low voice.

"Just stop it!" Sengoku knocked Garp violently.

"Hey, hey, hey! Sengoku! I haven't played with him enough yet!" Roger said with a laugh.

"Can you two stop causing havoc? One cause trouble and the other follow suit." Sengoku said impatiently.

"Hey! Little girl, you're back! I thought you had fallen out with me!" Roger said with a smile.

"How is it possible? It's not like that." You and Rayleigh quickly supported Roger.

"Y/N...don't tell me you joined them...?" Sengoku looked at you doubtfully.

"That's right! She is a flower in our Roger Pirates! Remember it!" Roger laughed.

Gaban and Crocus took over and helped Roger lead him back to the ship. Shanks and Buggy caught up with them. Rayleigh was waiting for you but he vaguely noticed that Sengoku looked at you with a different expression.

"I really didn't expect you to be more difficult than your mother." Sengoku chuckled.

"Hahaha, we will be enemies from now on." You pulled Rayleigh and left the restaurant quickly.

"Gloria...your daughter is more wild than you..." Sengoku sighed.

Everyone got back and quickly set sail left the restaurant. You sat in one place to rest while the rest dragged Roger into the room. Unexpectedly, we were just having dinner and ended up meeting Garp and Sengoku. Fortunately, they didn't catch up.

"Do you know Sengoku?" Rayleigh gave you a bottle of drink then sat next to you.

"My mother's friend. I didn't expect to meet him." You took a sip of your drink.

"Those two are quite difficult to deal with in Marine. You have to be more careful in the future." Rayleigh said with a smile.

"Okay. By the way, where are the others?" you asked curiously.

"They are all asleep. They are tired after having fun." Rayleigh took a sip of drink.

"Rayleigh." You looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Rayleigh held the drink bottle and looked at you.

"Thank you for being my dance partner. I was very touched and happy at that moment." You said shyly and looked away.

Rayleigh liked your shy look very much. He knew you were beautiful and lovable. After hearing what you said, he put down the drink bottle. He knows very well that he would like to be your dance partner, he kneels in front of you and holds out his hand.

"Y/N, the night is still long. Would you like to dance with me again?" Rayleigh is waiting for your reply.

"There's no music." You looked at him with a blush.

"Who said need music? The two of us are enough." Rayleigh chuckled.

"I do." You held his hand with a shy expression.

He didn’t expect that you would still be willing to dance with him, and he felt very happy. It seems that this night is the longest between you and him. He held you tightly, your head resting on his shoulder.

Maybe he already has feelings for you since first met. But whenever he touches you, you don't reject him.He always insisted that he thought it was right to maintain a normal relationship.

You always smile when you are around him,sometimes he thought wants to be your lover and protect you for the rest of your life. Maybe you don't have this idea, but at least he wants to protect you as a light in the darkness. If conditions permit, maybe friendship can stay with you longer.

You spend time with Rayleigh on a full moon night. The two of you are immersed in this stage that belongs to both of you. Although the night is neither long nor short, take advantage of this night to feel the happiness of having each other.

The next morning on the ship

Roger woke up with a headache from drinking too much last night, and Buggy and Shanks were sleeping on the floor in Roger's room. Roger saw how cute the two of them were sleeping, but he still woke them up and left the room to have breakfast together.

"Are you okay?" Shanks yawned.

Roger scratched his head and put his hand on the back of his neck, "Hwahh~ It was so fun."

"Hehehehe, it's so exciting!" Buggy jumped while walking.

You wake up and sit on the bed in a daze. The dress hanging behind the door reminds you of the time you spent with Rayleigh, as if you were back last night. You are fascinated by that dress. Last night was particularly long and short.

"Rayleigh..." You covered your cheeks and closed your eyes, reveling in the memories of yesterday.

"Sister, yo sister~" There was a knock on the door and Shanks' voice.

Several knocks on the door brought you back to reality from your memories, thinking that you regretted that the time with Rayleigh last night had become a memory. When there was another knock on the door, you realized that you quickly got out of bed, put on a coat and walked towards the door.

After opening the door, you saw Roger massaging his temples, Shanks and Buggy smiling. The three of them seemed to be having a great time. They were all smiling when they woke up early in the morning. There was also a captain who was having a headache.

"Sister! Let's have breakfast together!" Buggy held your hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't pull sister like that." Shanks slapped Buggy's hand away.

"It hurts! It's you who is making trouble!" The two children started fighting again.

"Hahahaha! Fighting early in the morning is so enjoyable! Y/N, let's have breakfast together." Roger praised the two of them and invited you to have breakfast together.

"I'll go there after I change my clothes. Roger, does your head still hurt?" You care about Roger.

"It's a small thing! It'll be fine soon! Then we'll see you later!" Roger carried Shanks and Buggy and left. Looking at the backs of the three of them, it looked like Roger was carrying two bags of things.

After closing the door, you took off your pajamas and hung them in the closet. You chose a set of casual clothes to change into. You took another look at the dress fell into deep thought, but you quickly arranged your appearance and mood then leave the room.

The moment you opened the door again, Rayleigh, whom you were thinking of, was standing outside the door, raising his hand preparing to knock on your door. For the first time, you felt the urge to beat faster in your heart. Your eyes were too shy to look directly at him, and you felt a warm feeling on your face.

The Rayleigh you know is the vice-captain of the legendary Roger Pirates and Roger's first partner. He is powerful and well-known as Dark King Silvers Rayleigh.

In front of outsiders, he always appears very majestic and powerful. He is an important role in the Roger Pirates and an indispensable part. However, such a powerful person is always gentle and considerate towards you.

Maybe you expect his kindness only belongs to you, and only you can possess his kindness. But how could he let you be the only one? There must be countless women chasing after such a strong man.

His gentle and considerate attitude towards you may be because you are his friend and the only woman. Why did you suddenly have such an uncomfortable and strange thought in your heart?

"Y/N."

"I'm here!" You replied in a panic as he called your name.

"Are you okay? You've daze for a while." Rayleigh touched your cheek.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something didn't pay attention what you said." He touched your cheek, which made your heart beat faster.

“Look at me and talk, Y/N.” He raised your chin with his hand so you looked directly at him.

He told you in a very serious tone, and you followed his instructions and looked, your eyes were looking at each other. You have a strong crush on Rayleigh, but when you think about the thought just now, tears suddenly flow down your face.

"I'm sorry! Did I scare you? What happened to you!" Rayleigh held your face in his hands.

"I..." You didn't know how to answer him.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here. Tell me what happened." He held your face in his hands and gently wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

Your affection and concern for him make you conflicted. You may have fallen in love with Rayleigh or it may be purely friendship love. You hid this feeling deep in your heart and decided not to understand it in depth. The only thing you wanted now was to maintain a long-term friendship with Rayleigh.

"Help... I, I, I have a stomachache. Maybe I ate too much last night." You covered your stomach, but you were just looking for an excuse.

"What! Why didn't you tell me earlier!" You were held in his arms.

"Rayleigh?!" You were suddenly picked up by him, and you were so frightened then put your hands around his neck.

Rayleigh started to get nervous when he heard you say feeling unwell. He carried you back to your room put you on the bed to let you rest for a while. His nervous actions make you feel a little overwhelmed and guilty, as if you shouldn't use your health as an excuse.

"Rayleigh, I..." you tried to explain.

"I'm going to call Crocus, don't move!" He covered you with a quilt to comfort you and then ran out quickly.

"What should I do..." You sat up began to worry and muttered to yourself.

The End.

[romerona]

All Y/N ever wanted to do was sing her songs and be free. Yet somehow, after offering to pay for the meal of a certain boy in a straw hat she finds herself causing havoc through the East Blue.

Masterlist - Next.

Trigger warning: Harassment, canon violence. Word count: 8K

A/N: The only thing I will be describing about Y/N is her hair colour. Everything else you can imagine her as you wish.

Disclaimer: The songs I will be using in this fic aren't mine bc I have 0 creativity. I'm sorry.

Shells Town, 153 Marine Branch.

Y/N, huffing and puffing, speeds walk through the townspeople, she was late for her shift at Food Foo and all because of that absolute idiot.

That little fucking weasel, he is. Ugh!!! just thinking about it makes her blood boil even more. Whatever, it’s her own fault, she should have known better than to get close to Cygnus or any man really.

She scoffs to herself. ‘She’s no good’ As if he was any better. Both of them had their own things, their own faults, Y/Nthought that was part of why they connected in the first place but it seems she was mistaken. And Y/N would have believed that was his reason for 'dumping' her but she has heard the rumours. She has heard the whispers of him charming up the daughter of one of the lieutenants...

It doesn’t matter anyway, she has been in Shells town for about 6 months now, and she should probably leave soon.

When she finally arrives at Food Fo, Y/N sends Ayana a guilty look when the owner of the restaurant sends her the ‘warning’ look.

Y/N didn’t wait for her to start scolding her, she quickly walked behind the counter, left her guitar there and grabbed her apron, wrapping it around herself and muttering as she did. “I know I know. I’m sorry, Ayana,”

“At least you're here. It seems today is going to be a busy day,” the woman said from the bar, nodding at the plenty of marines, most already falling in their cups.

“Lovely,” Said Y/N with no enthusiasm.

The Marines are the worst. The very fucking worst, they are vile and foul.

Ayana hums in agreement as a cook passes a platter of dumplings, she takes it and then passes it to Y/N before pointing at the table on the back. “Table 5, then take these drinks to 11.”

“Got it,” Y/N nods and quickly makes her way to it, smiling at the customers, a couple, charmingly. “A plate of dumplings for you, a couple of peanuts. Let me know if you need anything else, okay?”

With that, she left to take the drinks to table 11 whilst greeting her coworkers with a smile as she walked past them. Hours pass and Y/N continues her shift, ignoring the shameless flirting and other hiccups…

“Here are your pork chops and Oden Soup, and not to be biased but our Oden Soup is the best in the whole town,” Y/N said as she softly laid the plate on the table before smiling at the couple and parroting, “Okay, let me know if there’s anything else I can help with, okay?”

“Yeah, thanks,” said the guy.

“I wasn’t aware they hire about any skank from the streets,” the girl says under her breath before glaring up at Y/N.

“Bree!!” The boyfriend looks at his girlfriend With exasperation.

The girl, scoffs crossing her arms, “What? Don’t tell me you didn’t notice the way she’s parading herself around? Everyone here notices it,”

“Bree, please can you not?”

“Can I not what, Laurent? Can I not call her out for her attitude, huh? Why are you defending her?”

Y/N purses her lips, holding back the words that want to escape her lips and takes a couple of steps back, “I’m going to go now…”

“Yeah, you do that,” sharply said the girl, once again her narrow eyes on Y/N.

The girl simply turns and makes her way back to the bar. She leans against the bar and closes her eyes, a tired sigh leaves her.

“Bad table?” Asks Asimi, one of her many coworkers and friends.

Y/N shrugs turning to her, “Nothing unusual, but today has not been my day…”

“I’ll switch mine with yours,” said Rei, another waitress, as she passed a new order to the cook. “I have the most entitled Marines right now, they had me return their meals 3 times already because it's just 'not like what they’re used to' like one would think they got their swords stuck up their ass or something,”

Y/N and Asimi laugh.

“I’m being serious, Y/N, switch tables with me. They’ll be less dickheads to you thanks to that pretty face of yours.” Rei said pinching Y/N's cheek.

Y/N shakes her head, moving away from the girl's fingers, “Thanks for the compliment babes but I’ll take my chances with the match made in heaven,”

“Worth a shot,”

Ayana places two cups in front of Y/N and points at the group in the back, “Table 3, please Y/NN,”

Y/N takes the cups and walks to the table of Marines. She once again smiles at the men as she sets the drinks down. “Here you are! Two beers for the gentleman’s.”

“Hey sweetheart, can I get another round of sake?” Said an older Marine from the next table to them.

Y/N nods, “Sure thing, sweets, anything else you want?”

“Is a kiss from you on the menu?” Laughs the old Marine earning chuckles from others.

Ugh! Disgusting!

“Not on this one, fortunately for me!” Y/N said as he picked up a few empty cups. “However, If you read the menu closer there’s your captain's number in there somewhere maybe you can call it so he can give you that kiss you want? Hope you don’t mind steel, though,”

The Marines around them laughed and so did the older man, Y/N was slightly relief because there had been instances where the Marines did not enjoy her… sense of humor.

Y/N didn’t wait for a response she simply took the last empty cups and made her way back to the bar. She turns to Ayana “A bottle of sake for table 4”

Ayana nods as she looks for the bottle, and Y/N lets her head fall back. She pressed her hands on her shoulders.

Gods, she hates working. Why does she continue working in this job?

Then, as if on cue, Y/N felt two tiny arms wrapping themselves around her middle. Ah, yes, because she’s a softy…. And money.

“Y/NN!!” Rika, Ayana’s daughter, looks up at her.

“I was wondering when you’ll show up,” Y/N laughed as she leaned down to return the hug. “How was school, Rikis?”

“It was alright,” Rika shrugs stepping back, she grins. “I practised the cup trick you showed me,”

“Did you? Well, in that case, you have no choice but to show me, little miss,” Y/N smiles at the girl, she nudges the girl with her elbow teasingly as Ayana places the bottle of sake on the bar.

“Nooo…” Rika chuckles hiding her face under her hands.

“Rika, go change,” Ayana tells her daughter motioning the door that leads to the kitchens.

“We’ll talk about it,” Y/N takes the green bottle and winks at Rika as she moves to take the sake to the Marines.

A couple of more hours pass and the bar thankfully the customers flow in and out with ease. Y/N was glad that her shift would soon be over so she could finally play with the band.

“Take the orders from 16, Y/NN, then you're off,” Ayana says with a nod at the two boys who had just sat down at a table.

“Right on,”

Y/N makes her way to the two boys, one of them has pinkish hair, and round glasses and the other a dark curls under a straw hat and a red vest.

“Hello guys, welcome to Food Foo!” Y/N smiles at them like she does with all her customers. “Can I get you, handsome gentlemen, some drinks to start before deciding what to order?”

The boy with pink hair turned a shade of deep red, a shade Y/N had never seen very little in her life, it was kind of funny. “Uh… I- I…”

“No need, I want one of everything and a milk, please.” Said the boy with the straw hat, smiling back at Y/N.

Y/N was slightly surprised but nodded nonetheless, “A big appetite you’ve got there sweets.”

“Ah, I just love food,” the boy said, tapping his stomach with a grin.

“Who doesn’t?” Y/N nods, writing on her pad, “Food is the best part of life, I’ll say.”

“Right?!! It’s just amazing,”

Y/N laughed at his excitement, he was like a puppy. He was cute. She then turns to the boy in round glasses, “What can I get you to drink, pretty boy?”

“Uh… a- a water would be nice, thank you,” the bright red was still displaying itself on the boy's cheeks.

“Alright, everything will be ready in a few minutes, boys,” She told them, “If you want anything else, please don’t hesitate to call for me,”

With a last smile she left them. She then went to do a few more rounds, cleaning away the dishes and cups, collecting money and such before she was called to pick up the food for the two boys.

“Alright, here you are!” Y/N places the plates on the table. “One of everything,”

Before she even finished putting the plates on the table the boy in a straw hat was already almost finishing his first plate.

“Thank you,” the boy said, his muffled by the food in his mouth.

The boy with pink hair sends her a small grin, “Thank you, miss.”

“No problem boys, call if you need anything else,”

As she left, she glanced at the clock and let out a sigh of relief. Her shift is over, thank the gods. She walked behind the counter took off her apron and took her guitar before walking through the kitchens, where she greeted the cooks.

“You playing today, Y/NN?” asks Gunny, one of the cooks, offering her a plate of chips.

She grins at him as she takes one chip, “Yeap, and I better see you at least once, dumpling. Even if it's peaking.”

“Y’know I never miss your performances,” said the man returning her grin.

Y/N walks to the back of the bar where there is a small room for employees, to change into her clothes. She put in a bit of makeup, some light colour over her eyes, a bit of pink in her cheeks and painted her lips a soft red shade.

“You look so pretty, Y/NN… can you paint me too?” asks Rika, she had slithered her way into the small room a few minutes ago and was watching her do her makeup.

“Last I did, your Ma wasn't happy about it, Rikis,” Y/N told her looking at the girl through the mirror as she twisted her silver locks in a loose braid. “And considering she's the one I'm renting my room to and my boss, I’d rather not risk it.”

Rika huffs in disappointment, leaning against the wall. “You think one day I'll be as pretty as you?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N smiles at her and pulls Rika to look at herself in the mirror next to her. “You are the prettiest girl I know, Rikis.”

“Really?” asks the young girl.

Y/N stands from the old vanity table and sits the girl on the chair. “You so are, sweet girl,” She takes the girl's hair to pull it on a half-up style. “See? You have the prettiest face, and a pretty smile and pretty eyes… and most importantly a pretty heart."

Rika smiles at herself in the mirror, and a giggle escapes her. Rika was such a good child, so very kind. As she stares, Y/N wonders with longing if she has grown to be kind and nice, she should be a couple of years older than Rika if Y/N recalls correctly…

“Are you going to play a love song?” asks Rika, snapping Y/N out of her train of thought.

Y/N wrinkles her nose and shakes her head, “Don’t think so, Rikis.”

“Why?”

“I’m just not feeling it,”

“How come? Did something happened with Cygnus? Did you broke up with him?” The young girl inquires, her eyes twinkling with intrigued.

Y/N let’s out a chuckle, “You are very noisy, sweet cheeks.”

“I’m just informative,” Rika shrugs innocently.

“Of course, you are.” Y/N scoffs a laugh, she nudges Rika’s shoulder. “Come, let’s go out.”

“Oh, please Y/NN,”

“Nope. How about you go make me something sweet for after the show?”

They walk outside, Rika complaining about Y/N not telling her but the older girl simply ignores her and leaves her near the counter before walking to the bar band.

“Hello, dears, ready for tonight?” Y/N said as she approached the three older gentlemen, they had been letting her play a few songs a night with them since she arrived, always practising new songs on the slow days and late nights.

Duke, the violinist, nods as he takes a large gulp of his beer. “As always, lovey.”

“Never expect any less,” Y/N grins, she moves to the small wooden stage, guitar on hand and her charm full on.

As soon as she did, a few cheers echoed around the bar.

Using a Den Den Mushi, Y/N’s voice rings out through the room, with a charisma and ease that speaks of years of practice. "Why, hello everybody!" she exclaims, gazing at the growing crowd of Marines and civilians. "How’s the day been treating ya lot? Better than me I hope.”

The audience cheers, and Y/N’s smile grows wider and lets out a laugh. “Very good, very good.. but how about a song to better it, aye?”

She launches into her first ballad, her voice rising with the rhythm of her guitar.

“I've been sleepin' in my mind

But now my heart is risin'

Risin' with the tide

Floating on a wave

Buoyed by the sea

Carry me away 'cause the world is not for me”

The crowd claps along, lost in the music and the charm of the girl on stage. It's a moment of pure joy, as Y/N’s voice fills the room with sweet melody and a spirit of celebration.

As she continues her song, Y/N noticed someone in between the crowd, a blonde pain in the ass. It took everything in her not to roll her eyes at the sight of Helmeppo.

Out of everyone, the son of the captain (as he always likes to remind everyone about) was the most spoiled, disrespectful, persistent and annoying guy she had come across in her short years of freedom and best believe she had met some annoying people but no one can compare to the blonde with the bad hair.

No matter how many times Y/N has asked him to fuck off, he simply refuses to. It’s as if he couldn't understand the words that come out of her mouth… honestly, she’s never one for violence but she’s getting to a limit.

“No matter where you land or how far you may fall

You have heart, you have hands

And the highest calling of our lives

Is to find the grace at the very place we stand”

With the final chords of her song, she finishes with a flourish and a cheerful smile. The crowd erupts in applause and cheers, ready for more of Y/N’s enchanting performances.

“How’s that for starters, eh?” Y/N’s chuckles at the cheers.

She gives the crowd a cheeky grin and strums her guitar with an extra dose of gusto. She launches into another lively tune, her fingers dancing across the strings as she belts out the words. The crowd is absolutely hypnotized, swinging their heads and tapping their feet to the beat. Y/N’s energy is contagious, and it's not long before the whole bar is rocking with cheer.

The vibe is electric, and it's clear that Y/N is the star of the show. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long because just as she was making her way to the second verse there was the loud distinguish sound of a sword being drawn and the loud pompous voice of Helmeppo ran through the bar.

“Oh, come on, tough guy. Three swords?”Y/N saw him pointing his sword at a green-headed guy who didn’t seem to care as the spoiled blonde teased. “I only need one.”

Y/N tried to keep going but it was almost impossible when the guy with green hair deflected Helmeppo's attack and easily pushed him down, and soon after, a brawl between five or so marines and the one green-haired guy with… what looked like three swords. The guy fought them with ease, he never even drew any of his swords only using his hands as a defence.

It would have been impressive… if he hadn’t thrown one Marine towards her drummer, knocking him back onto the floor.

“Holy- Stu!!” the band gathered around the man who was under a groaning Marine officer.

When Stu is being helped by the other meme era of the band, Y/N turns to glare at the green-headed guy only to see him grab Helmeppos from the floor and pin him against the bar.

“Don’t kill me, please.” Helmeppos pleads with the guy, showing his true colours. “My father will give you anything you want.”

The green-haired guy asks “Who’s your father?”

“Captain Morgan. He’s in charge of the Marine base.” Whimpers Helmeppos.

“Then he owes me money.”

And with that, the green-haired guy dragged Helmeppos and a sack… of something out of the bar followed by a few other Marines.

“Fuck, am I bleeding?” The voice of the Marine woman. She wasn’t bleeding but there was a big red spot in her head.

Y/N helps the woman up and sits her on a near by stall. “No, you're alright.”

“Hey, Y/NN bring some ice for Stu, looks like he got a bump.” Said Duke.

“Yeah,”

As she made her way to the kitchen, she came across something more interesting… an orange-haired girl taking the uniform off a knocked-out Marine and hiding it under her clothes, nothing subtle about that.

The girl didn’t seem to have noticed Y/N, much to her surprise, until she spoke. “Y’know if you walk out of here with that uniform you’ll get arrested, right?”

The girl jumps up and turns to Y/N. “My boyfriend, he got hurt fighting off the drunk guy, I'm just taking it off to prevent it from getting dirtier.”

Y/N looked down at the middle-aged man with receding hairline and then at the orange-haired girl who was definitely too pretty to be the fallen Marine anything but… she’ll play along.

“Right, well, in that case, let me bring you a bag so you can put it there instead,” Y/N said, she turned to leave but was stopped by the girl. She grabbed her arm and turned her back around.

“I don’t need—“

“Believe me, pumpkin, you do!” Y/N motions to the bar exit which is surrounded by other Marines who seem to have already forgotten about the fight. “And unless you don’t want to get dragged to the cells I’ll recommend you wait for me here and let me bring you a bag, I promise it’s not a trap or anything.”

“That’s exactly what someone who’s planning a trap would say,” the girl with bright blue eyes said, still not letting go of her arm.

Y/N shrugs, “Maybe so, but I don’t have any reason to do that.”

“And you don’t have any reasons to help me either,” the girl replies instantly.

“Ah, but I do,” Y/N got closer to the girl and whispered without breaking eye contact, “Fuck the Marines,”

With that Y/N backs away from the girl's hold and moves to the kitchens. She swiftly takes some ice from the freezer and wraps it around a napkin and then a paper bag. She only hopes the girl actually listens to her.

Why are you helping, you might ask well, Y/N has a history with them beyond her interactions with them in the bar and knows their lack of morals. They are good for nothing and always abuse their power… so, fuck them.

Thankfully, the girl did listen to her. When Y/N went back to her she was met by the sight of a pant-less Marine. “Oh, no honey. You do not want to use his pants.”

“Can’t you just give me the bag and move on?” Said the girl, clearly annoyed.

Y/N sighs as she passes her the paper bag. “Sure but I’ll just say that if you wear his pants you’ll look like a clown.”

“Why do you care what I look?” The girl says ripping the bag out of her hand.

“I’m just helping a girl out, that’s all.” Y/N shrugs glancing at the girl's legs. “Listen, I know it’s none of my business—“

“— you’re right, it’s not.”

“— but whatever is it that you’re planning will be ruined because of a pair of pants. So, if you need some pants that go with that shirt, I might have something that could work for you.”

The girls look at Y/N suspiciously “What do you—“

“Y/N, what’s taking you so long?” Duke shouts earning the girl's attention.

“Yeah, coming,” Y/N turns to the girl with the orange hair, “I’ll be out in about an hour, if you want you can meet me in the fountain just a few houses from here,”

With that Y/N makes her way to the stage and gives the napkin to Stu. “Here! Press it firmly because it seems like you're growing a horn, dear.”

“Quit messing with me, girl!”

After a few more minutes of helping Stu out, it was more than decided he couldn’t play anymore so, they cut the show short. Unfortunately.

So, to kill time, she ordered herself water (Which she dumped a large amount of salt when no one was looking) while listening to Rika theatrically replay what happened with Helmeppos and the guy with green hair, a pirate hunter. It seems Helmeppos finally meet the ass-beating he’s been looking for…. Good.

She should give the guy in green her gratitude.

“And he also said my chocolate cover rice balls were delicious,” Rika blushes.

Y/N chuckles, placing a hand on her head, “Don’t tell me little Rikis has a crush on the pirate hunter,”

Rika blushes even further, she swaps Y/N’s hands off her head. “Stooopppp, Y/NN, it’s not funny,”

“Right, sorry.” Y/N chuckles, and she takes a sip of her salty water. “So, are you going to let me taste those delicious chocolate rice balls or those are only for the hunter?”

“Mom said I can’t do that anymore,” Rika said with a huff of dissatisfaction.

“Shame, I really wanted to try it.” Y/NN pouts.

“I can make you something—“

“You should go home and get ready for school tomorrow,” said Ayana from behind the bar.

“But mom-“

“No, go home, Rika. It’s getting late.”

“Fine,” Rika huffs as she stood up from her seat and turns to Y/N, “Night, Y/NN.”

“Nighty sweet girl,” She said back, waving as the young girl leave.

Y/N sighed taking a sip of her water and looking around the bar, it wasn't her first time working as a waitress but this one bar, she had become accustomed to. It was a nice place, she’s never really appreciated it but it was, people here were friendly, caring, kind… Y/N almost does not wish to leave but she has to, she has to keep moving otherwise the past will soon come knocking banging her door down.

“Y/NN,” calls Ayana, making the girl turn to her. The older woman places an envelope in front of her. “This month's pay plus tips for the performances.”

“Thanks,” Y/N takes the envelope and looks in it. A happy amount of berry…. This should be enough. “Hey, Ayana,”

The woman hums in response as she passes a bottle of rum at a Marine before moving to wipe something off the bar.

“I think it’s time for me to go,”

That made the woman stop and turn to her with a frown. “What? Why?”

“It seems now the time,” Y/N smiles at the woman, “I did tell you I’ll be here temporarily,”

“Yeah but… I thought you’d stay a bit longer, it’s been what two-three months?” Ayana moves to face Y/N.

“Six but y’know what they say, time flies by when you’re having fun,” Y/N grins at the woman who in return rolls her eyes. “But, I do need to leave, Ayana. I’m sorry.”

She regards Y/N for a moment she purses her lips before nodding, “If it can’t be helped, I suppose I let you go.”

“You’ve helped me immensely, I really don’t know how to thank you for all that,” Y/N tells the woman honestly.

“Don’t,” said the woman as another waitress came to give her something, “You’ve been a delight to— what do you mean they won’t pay?”

“I reckon the boy with the straw hat said he’ll come back to pay you once he’s king of the pirates.” Said the waitress.

Ayana huffs, and she shakes her head. “Bring him here because I swear to the all four blue seas today it’s not the day to fuck with me.”

The waitress leaves to bring the poor soul who’s about to get their ass handed today. Ayana scoffs crossing her arms, waiting which she hadn’t had to do for long because the waitress returned not seconds after with two familiar boys in tow. One looking oblivious and the other nervous.

“Hello!” Said the straw hat guy.

Ayana narrows her eyes, “Don’t hello me, you little punk, where’s my money?”

“You see, I don’t have it yet but I promise I’ll come back once I find the one piece to pay you. With interest.”

“The one piece?” Scoffs Ayana, “Who do you think you are, boy?”

“I’m Monkey D. Luffy and I will be king of the pirates.” The boy, Luffy, said with pride and too much conviction that if Y/N didn’t know any better she’d actually believe him.

Ayana shakes her head in disbelief, “Well, Mr future King of the Pirates, unfortunately, I can’t let you leave without paying so either give me the money you practically inhale in food or I’ll have to call the Marines to take you, your Highness.”

“I do need to get inside the base—“ Luffy was cut off by the pink-haired boy.

“No, please, listen is there something we can do to make up for it?” He asks, fidgeting where he stands, obviously nervous under the woman’s gaze.

As Y/N watched the two boys she couldn’t help but chuckle. There was something about this Monkey D. Luffy… he is so unique. So, she decided.

“No need to do anything, pretty boy,” Y/N said earning everyone's attention. She puts a few berry bills on the table. “That must cover it, right?”

“Y/N, you don’t have to pay for them,”

Y/N smiles at Ayana who was frowning back at her. “Call it my last good deed on this bar,”

Ayana huffs, she stares at the Berry before shaking her head. “Keep it, kid, for your travel.”

“No, honestly, Ayana—“

“I won’t hear anything else,” Ayana sighs, massaging he sides of her head as she walks Into the kitchen. “I need a drink,”.

After a moment of silence, as Y/N was reluctantly pulling the Berry back into the envelope Luffy speaks.

“Hey, thanks for that,” he said causing Y/N to turn her head to him.

“No problem, Monkey D. Luffy.” She grins at him.

The pink haired boy walks forward cheeks comically still red, “W-why did you offered to pay for us? It was quite a lot.”

Y/N shrugs, “I’ll scratch your back you’ll scratch mine, right?”

“You want us to scratch your back?” Luffy tilts his head making Y/N laugh.

“No, stud,” Y/N shakes her head as she moves to her feet, she smirks at Luffy placing a hand forward. “However, I do hope you remember my name when you become the King of pirates,”

Luffy takes her hand in his and shakes, “Why don’t you join my crew? We’ll need a musician on board to keep the spirits high, you’ll be perfect.”

Y/N chuckles and shakes her head, “I’ll swallow my own guitar before becoming a pirate,”

“What? Why? Being a pirate is awesome,” asks Luffy, the boy was still shaking her hand.

“Because I have had bad experiences with them, so, I’ll much rather not be part of that life,” Y/N said, looking down at the hands that still shake. “You can let go of me now, stud.”

“Oh, right!” Luffy let’s go of her, “But just because you’ve had bad experience with Pirates doesn’t mean they are all like that, we can be different.”

Y/N smiles and looks behind the boy at the clock in the wall. “Maybe but I’ll rather not find out the bad way again. I’ve to go now, Monkey D. Luffy, it was nice meeting you.”

She turns to the pink hair boy with round glasses “You too…”

“Koby,” the boy informs.

“Koby. It was nice meeting you lot,” Y/N says before moving to the exit, ignoring the cat calls from drunk Marines.

As she walks to the fountain, she can’t helped but scoffs at the thought of her being a pirate out of all things. Pirates took everything from her, in what world would she ever become in the thing that almost destroys her?

“Took you long enough,” The familiar voice makes her head snap up.

Y/N grins as she approaches the girl, “I know, sorry. Would you believe me if I told you I just met the future king of the pirates?

The orange-haired girl scoffs, "Another fool who believes they can find the one piece? Right."

"Ha!" Y/N chuckles, shaking her head. She does share the sentiment. "He seems very determined, perhaps he’ll actually do it, though I doubt it,"

"I'll belive it when I see it," The girl scoffs again, she then seems to sober up to ask Y/N, "So, the pants you mention?"

"Right, they're in my room, it's not ar from here just a few houses down," Y/N tells the girl who narrow her eyes.

"Convenient,"

"You can stay here if you want?" Y/N offers, with a tilt of her head, "I have no problem in getting them for you, pumpkin,"

The girl stares at Y/N for a moment, trying to figure out if she's lying or not. "... Fine, I'll wait."

"I won't be long," Y/N calls as she continues her walk to the space just in between a shoe shop and a gardening store.

As soon as was inside her room, Y/N lit up a few candles to light the small room. She puts her guitar down and goes to the dresser to search for a pair of pants, she did own quite a bit of clothes so it would take her a minute. Ever so often, Y/N comes across the few vials of poison she stacks in her clothed for safety and a few of her modified hand fans reminding her that she has to buy a few more vials just before leaving Shells town.

After another minute she finally found the black pants and was on her way back to the girl with orange hair.

"Here! They should fit,” Y/N said, leaning against the fountain and watching as the girl unfolded the pants and placed them over her legs.

When she was satisfied she nodded before folding it back again, narrowing her eyes at Y/N "Why are you helping me? And don't bullshit me with that fuck the Marines excuse. Even as someone who hates the Marines, you're going out of your way to help, why is that?"

"Is it too hard to belive some people just like to see them burn?" Y/N chuckles, she sighs, stiffing a little as she speaks. “The Marines fucked me over, more than once… I just want to make their life miserable even if just a little,”

“And what do you want? Nothing ever is for free in this life, so tell me. I’ve got berry-“The girl huffs crossing her arms.

“I don’t need Berry,” Y/N interrupts, she shrugged thinking for a moment, “Unless you have a boat I don’t think there’s anything you can give me,”

“Say I do, what do you need a boat for?”

Y/N gazes at her, “A ride to the next town,”

“Fine, be at the docks by 12, and not a minute late or I’ll leave you,” the Orange-haired girl said sternly.

“Deal,” Y/N holds her hand out, “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Nami,” she shook her hand once.

Y/N nods with a wink and starts to walk away, “Right, well, good luck tomorrow, Nami. I’ll be thinking about you,”

Y/N thought she saw a smile on Nami but it was gone as soon as it came.

When morning rolled around, Y/N, with her one bag packed and guitar in hand made her last errands, which included saying her goodbyes to Riki and the employees of Food Foo, it was a teary one but it was better than leaving without saying goodbye. She then needed to get some poison…

There is where everything went to shit.

She needed poison and to get it she had to buy it from Cygnus, unfortunately. Cygnus owns a fish shop in the market street but it was a cover for other more illicit sells.

When she got there Y/N was met with her ex-fling and his new and very hostile victim. Y/N knew who she was, the girl was the daughter of an influential lieutenant of the base, and she like Helmeppos made sure to use it as a threat.

The girl was known for getting people she didn't like in jail for the stupidest things and out of fear most people rather stay out of her way or let her walk all over them.

Y/N, in all honestly, didn't care about her but it seems she should have at least been a bit careful because it wasn't even 10 minutes into the awkward and tense negotiation when she was being dragged to the marine base because the girl started screaming that Y/N was trying to rob them. And for what? Because she told the girl to mind her business after being spoken over once again.

Foolish on her part, because now, she's in Captain Morgan's/Axe hand Morgan’s office when she ought to be waiting for Nami in the docks.

"Trying to rob someone, I heard?" Said Morgan, a large man with a steel jaw. "Didn't think a pretty girl like yourself would commit that petty crime."

Y/N purses her lips, "Because I didn't. Either way, I didn't think the Captain of this entire Marine base would oversee the case of a petty crime, which once again, I didn't commit."

"Only on special circumstances. Take a seat,Y/N," Axe's hand told her, and he motioned with his head to the chair in front of his desk.

Y/N didn't move her gaze from the man with the steel jaw, "I'm okay standing,"

Morgan laughs, "How stubborn of you but I respect it."

His eyes shone with something Y/N had seen many times before and didn't like at all. Desire. Shit, she should’ve known when she was allowed to keep her belongings.

“So, care to tell me why were you attempting to rob the fish shop?” The man asks.

Y/N jaw clutch as she held back an eye roll, “I wasn’t.”

“Then why Kaori accused you of it?” Morgan inquires, his eyebrows shooting up in expectation though, to Y/N it felt as if he was mocking.

“Because she’s insane and a spoiled brat,” snaps Y/N, narrowing her eyes at the older man.

“We’ll, she does has the tendency to exaggerate,” Morgan said as he slowly got up from his seat and made his way around it, “Buy still, it’s her word against yours, a girl that’s been in Shells town for around what? Six months? You see how I can’t simply ignore the statements of my lieutenant’s daughter. However…”

Y/N’s gaze didn’t falter as the man stood in front of her or flinched when his axe hand moved a piece of hair away from her face. It was all very familiar, unfortunately.

“It would be a shame to string you up in the yard… good thing for you I’m willing to come to an agreement that can benefit us… that is if you manage to convince me, pretty girl,”

Y/N glared up at him, her eyes hardening as she prepared to send him away but thankfully for her, before she could, there was a knock on the door.

“I’m busy.” Scowls Axe hand Morgan.

The door opened and a meek Marine girl peeked through. “I-I’m sorry, Captain Morgan but this situation needs your immediate attention.”

Morgan sighs tiredly, he nods at the girl waving his normal hand dismissively. “I’ll be there,”

The Marine girl nods and closes the door, leaving Axe hand to look down at Y/N, “I’ll be back in a minute so we continue where we left off, sweetheart, don’t worry.”

Y/N didn’t respond she simply watched him leave and of course, he locked it behind him.

“Shit,”Y/N sighs, still stiff feeling her heart pound in her chest.

She takes a deep breath, not knowing how much time she has until Morgan comes back, she quickly looks around the very… ugly, self-centred office. No wonder why Helmeppos is the way he is.

Y/Ntried opening the windows with all her might but the damned thing didn’t bulge. She tried the door, despite knowing it was futile. She tried and tried but there was no way out.

When she heard the sound of the keys unlocking the door, Y/N tensed as she reached for her War fans that were hidden into her waistband and waited. It wasn’t until she saw the familiar Orange hair and straw did she let herself calm.

“Nami?”

The girl's eyes widen as she enters the office, “Y/N?”

“Y/N?” Calls Luffy a smile gracing his face as he follows Nami inside the office. “Oh, hey! What are you doing here?”

“Yeah, what are you doing here?” Nami asks, locking the door behind her. “You know him?”

Y/N looks between them, and sighs. “Long story. What are you doing here. Is it part of your plan?”

“We’re here for the map,” Luffy exclaimed excitedly as he looks around the office mumbling “woah, this guy really likes himself.”

“No, I’m going to find the map.” Nami said as she moves near Y/N, where Captain Morgan desk is. “Let’s pretend he’s not here.”

“But I am here.” Luffy says.

“Wait, what map?” Y/N asks looking at Luffy and at Nami who was scooping through Morgan’s things.

“The map to the grand line,” Luffy said, a grin on his face.

Y/N blinks, ignoring the bickering of the two as the information processing. The grand line? They’re going to steal the map to the grand line… her hearts starts to pound again but for a different reason.

"Every idiot dreams of finding the One Piece." Nami's voice snapped her out to another piece of important information.

Looking at Luffy, Y/N asks, "You're planning to travel to the Grand Line?"

"Yeah!" Exclaims Luffy with his usual grin, "To find the one piece,"

"People like you believe in something and you don’t even know what it is." Nami huffs as she continues to scoop through Morgans's belongings.

"Well, yeah. Don’t you?" Luffy fiddles with the telescope, pointing at Nami, "So why did you decide to become a thief?

Nami spares him a glance, "I didn’t decide. I needed to eat. You do what you have to, to survive."

"Ain't that the truth," Y/N mumbles as she as well gazes over Axe-hand Morgan things.

"You’re right. Nothing more important than food." Luffy moves around, touching just about everything in his way before he turns to Y/N. "And why did you decide to become a singer?"

"I've always enjoyed singing," Y/N shrugs as she decides to help Nami and opens a drawer. "There was a time when I couldn't, so, I made it my mission to sing all I wish anywhere the sea takes me,"

"Is that your dream? To sing around the world?" Asks Luffy.

Y/N shrugs, opening another drawer, "For the most part, I suppose,"

"Can you all just shut up and find the map?" Nami scowls looking through the pages of a book.

"Where you reckon he has it-"

Y/N was cut off by the desk suddenly sliding out of place, displaying a large hidden safe. They all looked at each other before Nami dropped beside it and placed her head near the lock.

Suddenly, an alarm started to blast, echoing all around the base.

"Shit," Breaths out Y/N, she moves to the window again, trying to pull it open.

"Uh… Do you think they know we’re here?" Luffy asks as he lowers himself next to Nami.

"No, I think they’re after the other thief and idiot pirate trying to steal a map." Nami scowls sarcastically.

Luffy grins, "What are the odds of that?"

Both Y/N and Nami, stop their doing to stare at the boy in a straw hat.

Luffy looks between the girls before uttering with an innocent chuckle "Kidding."

"Nami, not to stress you or anything but can you work a little faster?"

As soon as those words left her there was a banging on the door making the three of them jump.

"Open up!" Morgan's voice rang through the door along with the bangs "By the authority of the 153rd Marines!"

"You need to hurry," Luffy stresses.

Nami grunts, her ear still near the lock, "I can’t rush this!"

Morgan was now using his axe hand to get inside the office.

Y/N moved next to Nami, "There's no time for that,"

"I have an idea," Luffy tells the girl forcing Nami to move as the straw-hat boy grabs into the safe and starts to pull.

"Are- are you trying to pull the safe out?" Y/N asks in disbelief, trying her best to ignore the growing hole Axe-hand Morgan was creating on the door.

"Yeah," Luffy grunts as he continues to pull and pull and much to her surprise his arms were starting to... stretch?

Y/N tilts her head in confusion and amazement. She and Nami shared a look when the safe actually seemed to bulge.

The door bangs again and Y/N doesn't waste a second, she grabs Luffy's waist, Nami following her after her. Before Y/N is aware of what is happening, she feels her stomach rise to her throat. They were falling out the freaking window.

"Fucking..." Y/N grunted when they reached the ground, she felt her side hurting from where she had landed but there was no time for that. She quickly dropped the annoying bags off her shoulders and stood up, shaking off the pain.

"How did you do that?" Asks Nami as she rips the Marine's shirt off.

However, before Luffy could answer, they were surrounded by Marines. Y/N quickly pulled out her two war fans and took a defensive stand next to Nami who was holding onto her staff.

She used her quick reflexes and agile movements to evade their attacks while landing swift blows with her fans. With a quick flick of her wrist, she knocks one Marine to the ground and uses the momentum to twist her body, dodging another. Her movements are as graceful as they are deadly, and she slips through the chaos of battle with remarkable ease.

Meanwhile, Luffy and Nami are in their own battles, each utilizing their unique skills to take down the Marines. Luffy, with his fists and legs, dodges and attacks at will, while Nami wields her staff with expert precision, taking in multiple Marines at once.

However, more and more Marines kept coming. It was starting to get overwhelming. Y/N suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back making her stumble, she turned to fight off the Marine but to her surprise, someone else had joined the fight and sliced the Marine off of her.

With a final fierce strike of her fans, Y/N takes down the remaining Marines and is quick to meet with Nami, Luffy and-- "Hey, aren't you the guy from the bar?"

"The drunk?" Nami added to the question.

"Glad I made an impression." The guy said, sparing the girls a glance.

They turned their attention to the man who had just entered the yard. Axe-hand Morgan.

"The imposter, the pirate hunter, the thief and the prisoner." Called the Captain as he approached them, looking between each of them. "Fancy that. The four of you working together."

"Yeah. We’re a crew!" Luffy declared to which the three others were quick to deny.

"Nope, not a crew."

"Nah-uh,"

"Not together."

"No enemy has ever escaped my wrath. I alone defeated the Black Cat Pirates." As he brags, Morgan begins to take off his Marine vest, displaying his scars from past battles, "I alone captured Kuro of the Thousand Plans. And I alone keep Shells Town safe from the scum of the East Blue."

He takes a fighting stan and so do the four others.

Y/N held into her sharp war fans, hoping some of the paralyzing poison she had covered the blades with hadn't all worn off.

Morgan's first strick was met with the guy with green hair swords but was thrown off, then Luffy tried to strike him but was unsuccessful. Y/N was going to slice his face off but a grunt from Nami stopped her, noting she was fighting the upcoming Marines off herself Y/N decided to help because even if all her impulses were yelling at her to cut Morgan's dick off she wasn't about to leave Nami to fend for herself.

Nami uses her staff to block the Marines' attacks, while Y/N uses her fans to deflect and dodge their strikes. The two work in unison, their teamwork making them a formidable force to be reckoned with.

Nami strikes out with her staff, taking down one Marine after another. Her strikes are powerful and precise. Y/N uses her fans to take down the others, she strikes with precision, her movements fluid and graceful and when all of the Marines are down, Y/N turns to Nami, both girls sharing a look of respect for one another.

"Gum Gum Whip!" Luffy's voice rang through the yards forcing them all to turn to watch as his leg stretched inhumanly before kicking Axe-hand Morgan, knocking him off.

"Whoo!" Luffy celebrates his victory.

Y/N shares yet another look with Nami as both girls put their weapons away.

"Gum Gum Whip?" Asks the green-haired boy.

Luffy nods excitedly as he approaches the other guy, "Yeah! All the great fighters call out their finishing moves."

"No, they don’t."

"Some do," Y/N breathes out, turning to him, "What's your name, Hot Shot?"

"I'm Roronoa Zoro, pirate hunter," The guy, Zoro, said as he put his three swords away.

"And the future greatest swordsman in the world," Luffy added with conviction.

"Well, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet ya,"

Nami interrupted, looking over at the safe, "Hate to break up this beautiful moment, but we need to get this safe out of here."

"Some rope might be useful." Y/N hums, looking about while taking back her disregarded things.

But then, as if it were nothing, Zoro grabbed the safe and hauled it up into his shoulders.

"Or we can do that." Y/N mumbles, gazing at Zoro, impressed. It was kind of hot.

Soon, the four of them were jumping into Nami's small boat. She gave Y/N instructions to pull up the anchor as she unfolded the sails

"Careful with that!" Nami scowls Zoro when the guy all but throws the safe down.

"Whatever you say." Zoro tells her as he continues to roughly move the safe into the small boat, "Oh, wait. I don’t work for you."

Nami glares at Zoro prompting Luffy to speak. "I’m sensing a little bit of tension amongst the crew."

"Not a crew!" They all rebottle.

Ignoring them, Luffy stands on the dock looking around, "I can’t leave without my friend."

"Koby?" Y/N asks as she finishes pulling the anchor up.

Luffy nods, "He should be around somewhere,"

"Can’t wait,” Zoro tells him, "The Marines will be here."

"The Marines are here already." The annoyingly familiar voice of Helmeppos made the four of them turn to him, he was holding two guns up, "You’re under arrest."

"What happened to you?" Y/N, unfazed by the guns, laughs.

Luffy nods, laughing with her. "Yeah, what’s wrong with his hair?"

"Yeah, I might’ve done that," Zoro informs them, proudly.

"Nice work, Hot Shot" Y/N chuckles approvingly.

Helmeppos fires a shot near Zoro forcing a shriek out of Y/N, however it seems that she was the only one to have a reaction to a gun being fired because not even that fazed the pirate hunter, Nami or Luffy.

"I won’t let you make a joke of me. I’m taking you in and handing you over to my father." Helmeppos said, an air of superiority oozing out of him. "I’ll be the hero. I might even get a medal or something--"

Helmeppo's rant was cut short by Koby, who had satisfyingly punched the blonde down.

"Koby?" Luffy exclaims, impressed by his friend's actions.

"God, that hurt!" Koby looks down at his fist but then he smiles, "It also felt really good too."

Luffy swiftly urges Koby near the boat, "No time to explain, but we gotta go. This whole island is trying to kill us."

"I’m not coming with you," Koby said causing Luffy to halt his steps.

"You sure?" Luffy asks.

"Before we met, every choice was made for me. But now I’m gonna do what I want to do." Koby said with determination making all the others stare at him, "I’m gonna be a Marine. I want to help people that can’t help themselves."

Y/N smiles at him. She can tell he has a kind heart which is more than what half the Marines will ever have. She can only hope that he protects it.

"Next time we meet, we might be enemies," Koby tells Luffy but the straw hat boy didn't seem bothered by that.

"But for now… we’re friends."

Luffy nudges Koby in a friendly manner before getting into the boat where Y/N, Nami and Zoro are working to unravel the remaining sail to begin their travel.

And the boat finally starts to sail, leaving the decks and island behind. Y/N looks back at Shells Town, what was her home for six months, half a year, is now a memory. Usually, leaving a town leaves her with a bittersweet feeling until she gets to the next one to do it all over again but now, knowing that the Map of the Grand Line is within reach, she has a new plan in mind.

Find her sister.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Lots of love, be safe.

Divider by @cafekitsune 3

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓

Rich bachelor! Law x Reader

Description: On your courthouse wedding day, hope and determination fueled you, but your fiancé's absence and the revelation of a secret girlfriend shattered your dreams. In that moment of heartbreak, Trafalgar Law, an eligible and wealthy bachelor driven by the need for his family's inheritance, appeared. He offered a life-altering proposition: marry him in exchange for financial security. You immediately accepted without hesitation, unaware of the thrilling twists and turns awaiting you on the unexpected love journey.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

As you held onto Law’s arm, your mind raced with the sudden whirlwind of events. The judge’s complaint about being off schedule echoed in your ears, and you felt a twinge of guilt for causing the disruption. Law, standing beside you with an air of confidence, seemed unphased by the judge’s irritation. You glanced at him with gratitude for his support, and he turned to you with a soft smile. “Don’t worry,” he reassured you. “We can wait for the judge’s lunch break to be over.” The judge, his impatience evident, departed from the room, and you were left alone with Law. His determination to make this courthouse wedding special for you was both surprising and touching. He leaned closer and said, “I’ll arrange for a hair and makeup stylist. You should look your best for this occasion.” You were about to decline once more when he interrupted with a chuckle, “Trust me, you’ll feel much better after a little makeover. Besides, my father might arrive any moment. I want you to make a good impression.”

The mention of meeting Law’s father so soon after this unexpected turn of events did indeed stress you out. You nodded reluctantly, realizing that this day was taking a trajectory you couldn’t have predicted, and you would need to face it with newfound resolve. Curiosity getting the better of you, you decided to strike up a conversation with Law while you waited for the judge’s lunch break to end. “What’s your father like?” you inquired. Law sighed, his expression reflecting a mix of emotions. “He can be a bit much,” he admitted, “and overly excited at times.” There was a hint of weariness in his voice as he spoke about his father. As you absorbed this information, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of nervousness about meeting him, especially without some kind of complete rundown about how to approach and property address him. 

The arrival of the hair and makeup artist was a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of emotions you had been experiencing. She got straight to work, using her skills to enhance your features and create a stunning look that left you feeling surprisingly gorgeous, despite the chaotic circumstances.While you were in the midst of your transformation, a tailor arrived with a suit for Law. As he changed into the well-fitted suit, it became apparent just how effortlessly he wore it. The suit complemented his tall and slender frame, accentuating his already striking appearance. Despite the stress and uncertainties that had marked the day, the transformation for both you and Law added a touch of elegance and formality to the occasion, making you feel more prepared for the impending meeting with his father.

As you and Law continued to prepare for your courthouse wedding, you suggested the idea of creating a love story for how you met, something that would give a sense of depth to your unexpected union. Law considered the idea and nodded in agreement.

"I like that," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "So, how did we meet?"

You thought for a moment and then decided on a story that seemed fitting for the circumstances. "Well," you began, "I'm a part-time barista at a cozy little coffee shop. You could have been one of my regular customers, and over time, we struck up conversations, became friends, and eventually, our friendship blossomed into something more. Law chuckled softly, seeming to appreciate the simplicity and charm of the story. It was a narrative that would give your courthouse wedding a touch of romantic serendipity, despite the unusual circumstances that had brought you together.

As Law’s father arrived, his tall and elegant figure immediately commanded attention. He was dressed impeccably, showcasing his wealth and sophistication. His joyful greeting to Law, filled with genuine paternal affection, brought forth a subtle reaction of embarrassment and annoyance from Law. To everyone’s surprise, Law’s father had a bright and colorful personality that radiated warmth and energy. Law, with a hint of pride in his voice, took the opportunity to introduce you as his fiancée. Then, with a charming smile, he continued with a white lie, “Dad, I’ve been looking forward to introducing y/n to you for a long time.” You played along with the plan, offering a polite greeting to your new father-in-law. However, you were not prepared for the next unexpected twist. Instead of a formal handshake, Law’s father surprised both you and Law with a warm and heartfelt hug. His genuine enthusiasm and acceptance in that moment were palpable, making you feel surprisingly at ease.

After the hug, he turned his attention to you, inquiring about your parents and assuming they wouldn’t want to miss your special day. You hesitated briefly before revealing, “I’m an orphan sir. I don’t have a family,” Your revelation took both Law and his father by surprise. Their expressions shifted from curiosity to a mixture of sympathy and understanding. It was clear that your words had struck a chord, and the room fell momentarily silent as they absorbed the unexpected truth about your background.

Breaking the silence, Law’s father spoke, his voice filled with comforting warmth as he addressed you directly, “My dear, I’m truly sorry to hear that. But from this day forward, you’re a part of our family. You’ll have us by your side.” His heartfelt words brought a genuine smile to your face, and you felt a warmth spreading in your heart. You had never experienced the presence of a true father figure or the sense of belonging that this unexpected turn of events had brought into your life.

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The judge, with a sense of solemnity, began, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness the union of y/n and Law in marriage. In the presence of these witnesses and before the law, you have expressed your desire to be united in matrimony. Please proceed with your vows.”

You and Law, standing side by side, then exchanged heartfelt vows based on the story you both created. You began, your voice filled with sincerity “Law, our story began in the most unexpected way, as if fate had conspired to bring us together. You walked into my life as a regular customer, but little did I know that those daily encounters would lead to something as beautiful as this. I promise to cherish the memories we’ve created and the love that has blossomed between us. With you, I see a future filled with joy, laughter, and endless cups of coffee. I vow to be your partner in all of life’s adventures, just as our story has been an adventure of its own.”

Law, with a hint of a smile, continued, “Our story is unlike any other, and that’s what makes it so special. Y/n, from the moment I walked into that café and met you, I knew there was something unique about us. Today, as we stand here ready to embark on this journey together, I promise to honor the story we’ve created. I’ll be the one who’s always there to order that cup of coffee, to share conversations that brighten our days, and to be by your side in all of life’s twists and turns. I look forward to every chapter of our story, knowing that it will be as extraordinary as the day we met.”

With the exchange of vows complete, a sense of anticipation filled the courtroom. The judge, with an air of authority, directed both you and Law to sign the marriage license. As you both approached the document, the room was filled with a quiet sense of purpose.Carefully gripping the pen, you watched as Law signed his name beside yours. It was a tangible symbol of the commitment you were making, an agreement that transcended the circumstances that had brought you together.

With the signatures now adorning the marriage license, the judge, a warm and reassuring smile on their face, declared, "By the authority vested in me by the laws of this state, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The room seemed to hold its collective breath, and a sense of satisfaction washed over those present. This unconventional courthouse wedding had turned into a unique and unforgettable experience for everyone involved.

The judge's voice continued, "You may seal this union with a kiss."

Law turned to you, his eyes locking onto yours, and in that moment, unspoken emotions passed between you. With a nod of agreement from you, he leaned in, closing the distance between you both, and kissed you on the lips. It was a moment that went beyond the legalities of the situation, carrying with it a sense of genuine connection and the promise of a unique journey ahead. As Law's father clapped happily and the judge's words still hung in the air, the atmosphere in the courtroom remained charged with a sense of significance. However, before Law's father could express his happiness verbally, his phone rang, momentarily diverting his attention. He excused himself politely and stepped away from the wedding scene to answer the call, leaving you and Law alone for a moment.

Seizing this opportunity, Law leaned in slightly and, in a confidential tone, shared a revelation that left you stunned. "My father is the CEO of Corazon Inc., one of the most successful corporations in the New World." The weight of this revelation settled upon you, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and curiosity about the world into which you had just married. The significance of your union had taken an unexpected turn with this newfound knowledge.

Law, ever the practical planner, continued, "I'll need your address and phone number so that I can make arrangements for you and your belongings to be brought to our house." With a nod of understanding, you provided Law with your contact information, your thoughts racing with questions and possibilities. You couldn't deny the sense of awe and trepidation as you realized the transformative nature of this moment in your life, married to a man whose family's influence extended to the highest echelons of success and power in the New World.

The transition from day to night was marked by the arrival of a sudden and intense thunderstorm that swept through the city. Rain poured relentlessly, creating a backdrop of soothing yet turbulent noise against the cityscape. Seeking a break from the packing, you found yourself gazing out of your apartment window, drawn to the storm's fierce beauty. Through the rain-streaked glass, you noticed a sleek, high-end SUV parked elegantly at the curb. It was the vehicle Law had arranged to transport your belongings to your new home. The sight of that luxurious SUV, gleaming even in the midst of the storm, was a reminder of the extraordinary circumstances that had brought you here. Your life was poised for a significant transformation, and this surreal day was evidence of that.

Turning away from the window, you returned to your task with renewed determination. The remaining boxes, filled with your cherished possessions, required careful packing and sealing. You worked methodically, the sound of the storm outside serving as a soothing backdrop to your preparations. Each box represented a piece of your past, and you were now on the threshold of a new life as the wife of a man whose family's wealth and influence held the promise of a future you had never imagined.

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The rhythmic patter of rain against the window intensified as Sarquiss, your ex-fiancé, stepped into your apartment. His presence seemed to cast a shadow over the room, and you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that accompanied his unexpected visit. As you reluctantly allowed him inside, the air thickened with unresolved tension. “Get your things and leave,” you instructed, your voice carrying the weight of past betrayals. Sarquiss, seemingly indifferent to the gravity of the situation, began collecting his belongings with a nonchalant air. The atmosphere grew strained with each passing moment, the anticipation of a confrontation palpable.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Law, your newly revealed husband, ascended the apartment stairs. His footsteps, muffled by the persistent rain, marked his approach. As the argument between you and Sarquiss intensified, Law’s figure appeared in the doorway, an umbrella in hand. His entrance was a study in contrast — the imposing figure of Law in a well-tailored suit against the backdrop of your modest living space. The room seemed to shrink in the face of his presence. “I believe you’re Sarquiss,” Law’s voice cut through the rising tension, his tone firm and unwavering.

Sarquiss, visibly taken aback, replied with a sardonic smirk, “And who might you be, the replacement?” “I’m her husband. Law Trafalgar,” Law stated, his name carrying a weight that echoed authority. Sarquiss, attempting to regain his composure, quipped, “Well, you certainly upgraded.”

Law, unfazed, turned his attention to you with a subtle yet possessive familiarity. “Alright  n/n, I’ll arrange for movers to complete the transfer of your belongings to our new house. No need to stay in this place any longer.” A sense of relief washed over you, grateful for Law’s intervention. But before you could fully process the moment, Law’s gaze focused on Sarquiss. In a calculated move, Law gently lifted your chin, pressing a kiss to your lips. It was a deliberate act, a statement that left Sarquiss seething with anger. Sarquiss, attempting to mask his wounded pride, sneered, “You’re enjoying your upgrade, huh?” Law, his expression unyielding, responded, “You should leave now, before things become less pleasant.”

The room hung in suspense as Sarquiss, fueled by resentment, prepared to deliver a final verbal blow. However, before he could utter a word, two imposing figures, resembling security personnel, entered the apartment at Law’s silent command. Law, maintaining his poised demeanor, issued a final ultimatum, “Leave on your own, or my security will assist you in a less pleasant manner.” Sooner than later, the departure of Sarquiss brought a palpable sense of relief to the room. The atmosphere, previously fraught with tension, now seemed to settle. You turned to Law, gratitude evident in your eyes as you expressed your thanks. “Thank you for handling that,” you said, the words carrying a weight of sincere appreciation.

Law, maintaining his composed demeanor, nodded in acknowledgment. “It’s taken care of,” he replied succinctly, his gaze steady. Wanting to offer a tangible token of gratitude, you remembered your homemade applesauce—a recipe passed down through generations. A faint smile graced your lips as you extended the invitation. “I make a mean applesauce. Care for a taste?” The warmth in your voice carried a hint of hospitality. Law, with his customary reserve, initially declined the offer. However, undeterred, you persisted, your insistence reflecting a desire to bridge the gap between the tumultuous events that had just transpired and a newfound connection. “I insist,” you said, presenting him with a small bowl of the homemade delicacy.

There was a moment of hesitation in Law’s expression, a subtle pause that intrigued you. Eventually, he accepted the small bowl, his gaze briefly meeting yours in a quiet acknowledgment. As Law took a spoonful of the applesauce, a flicker of surprise crossed his features. The unexpected blend of flavors seemed to catch him off guard. “It’s good,” he admitted, the words carrying a genuine note of appreciation.

A small smile played on your lips as you observed his reaction. The act of sharing a simple bowl of applesauce became a nuanced exchange—an interlude between the storm of emotions that had just unfolded and the quiet beginning of a connection that defied the expected. As Law finished the last spoonful of the homemade applesauce, he set the empty bowl aside and turned his attention to you. With a decisive tone, he instructed you to gather all that was important, emphasizing the need for a swift departure to your new home.

Acting promptly, you retrieved your to-go bag containing essential items, slipping on a pair of practical crocs for the impromptu journey. As you hurriedly followed Law out the door, one of the security personnel, a silent figure in the background, took the initiative to hold your bags for you. Grateful, you expressed your thanks, and the security personnel responded with a simple hum and nod. Descending the stairs, the sound of your steps echoed in the stairwell as Law provided a unique instruction that left you momentarily perplexed. "Don't get on any social media platforms until the next day. " he advised, the cryptic nature of the statement adding an element of mystery to the unfolding events. His words lingered in the air as you descended further, the rain outside still a gentle backdrop. The city, cloaked in the soothing embrace of the evening storm, felt like a canvas on which a new chapter of your life was about to be painted. With each step, you couldn't help but wonder about the secrets and surprises that awaited you in the newly established home you and your newly husband will reside in. 

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Romantic Dialogue Prompts

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"I can't take my eyes off you."

"You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen."

"Your touch sends shivers down my spine."

"The way you look at me makes my heart skip a beat."

"I was captivated by your gentle touch the first time we met."

"Your laughter is like music to my ears."

"I love how thoughtful you are, always going out of your way to make others happy."

"You have a way of making the simplest things seem extraordinary."

"I could spend hours just looking into your eyes."

"Your voice is like sweet honey, making me want to listen forever."

"I love the way you make me feel like the luckiest person in the world."

"You are the most intelligent person I've ever met, and it's incredibly sexy."

"When I'm with you, the rest of the world fades away."

"I love the way you hold my hand, as if we'll never let go."

"I can't resist your playful kisses, they always make me smile."

"I love the way you take care of me, like I'm your everything."

"The way you touch me, it's like you're reading my soul."

"I love the way you make me feel so beautiful and loved."

"Your heart is a precious gem, and I'm lucky to be in its presence."

"I love the way you look at me, like I'm the most important person in the world."

"Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat. You have this magical effect on me."

"Your love is like a warm blanket on a cold winter night, comforting and soothing."

"I never believed in soulmates until I met you. You complete me in every way."

"Your presence lights up a room and brings joy to everyone around you."

"I can't imagine my life without you. You are my everything."

"Just being in your arms feels like home. It's where I belong."

"You make me believe in love again, in its purest and most beautiful form."

"Your love is a symphony that plays in my heart, filling it with happiness and bliss."

"Every love song reminds me of you, because you are the melody in my life."

"You are not just my partner, you are my best friend and my forever."

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