I Wanna Read The Ch3 Angst So Bad But I Have To Write It Myself 😭😭😭 HELL WORLD HELL WORLD

A Captain's Burden

luffy would literally be the whiniest baby when it comes to his sect robes 😭😭 like in the morning it’d be fine but you’d be extremely lucky to see him in the full ensemble by the time lunch rolls around lololol

ok youre lowkey making me want to write an entire au about it please stop i have so many wips and they arent even close to being finished - WAIT. ONE-SHOTS R A THING 🫢

Luffy in a martial au reminds me of wei wuxian from mdzs - battle/technique smart but dumbasses

Ugh your Sanji gets me so teary eyed 😭. He's always been lower of my strawhat list bc of his horrible pervert gag, tho wci did bump him up a lot. But fics like yours just really encapsulate some of his best traits: caring, loyal to a fault, and slowly discovering his self worth 😭. AND HES SO SOFT FOR LUFFY.

"Sanji's hands squirm inside his pockets, fidgeting for the lighter he has never touched since that day Luffy decided to go on ahead.

(He’s not far; he’s waiting for them.)"

This kills me for many reasons but...can you imagine how long it probably took Sanji to get used to not making a feast practically everyday just for one person?? Or that whenever he discovers a new recipe he thinks about whether Luffy would like it (the answer is always yes). I wonder if there was ever a tinge of regret that he didn't stay just one more minute. AHH I want them to adventure together forever so chopper better get his butt in gear 😭. Tho Luffy 1000% needs to be the first one to go so maybe just give him a few more years bc I constantly live in fear of smth like One Piece: Next Generations happening. Anyways sorry for the long ramblings but ur fics are just so heart wrenching sweet 😭

Alabasta, Enies Lobby, and Whole Cake Island Sanji is peak. Thriller bark to Dressrosa Sanji—THAT'S HIM OFFICER 🫵 That version of him does not exist to me. I wish Oda toned the pervert/nosebleed gag down. He deserves better.

SANJI IS LITERALLY SO SOFT FOR LUFFY THOUGH—they captured it so well in the live action, I was screaming the whole time they had interactions. The Luffy & Sanji dynamic is too good; a glutton and his cook.

Can you imagine him without Luffy? Sanji makes extra portions. He still has a lock on the fridge. When he's cooking, he expects to hear the flop of sandals at any moment. He sleeps through the night without being woken. It's old habits and new silence—the way parents return home, expecting loud noise and greetings and trouble, even if their kids moved out years ago.

I WAS TALKING ABOUT OP: NEXT GENS JUST RECENTLY. I do not want a Monkey D. Buffy, please. I don't want Luffy to get a dad hair cut. I am begging you, Oda.

Don't apologize for the ramblings! It was very fun to read as well as respond to. Thanks for your support! <3

Chapter 6 "I don't get why we have to sleep in two different rooms anyway" Luffy whines, completely oblivious to the declaration of war he just interrupted. "Can't we just all share the biggest?"

Sanji lightly slaps him upside the head. "Luffy! A lady needs her space! Though, if you ever feel lonely, my lovely, I'm more than happy to-"

"Pass!" Nami sighs and rubs her forehead. "We still got that other room with all that junk. I wanted to keep it free for an infirmary, but as long as we don't have a doctor that's a moot point I guess. How about we clear that out and you boys can figure out who bunks with whom."

"Luffy!" They all shout at the same time.

Nami lets her forehead collide with the tabletop. It would be funny if it weren't so pathetic. 

*they/thems your rover*

Happy Halloween

Marine number 47 cowers behind a much too small crate and prays to every deity he knows to save him. 

His crewmates have long since abandoned the ship. Or maybe they are dead. Who knows. Not Marine 47. 

Marine 47 had wasted no time. The second that infamous Jolly Roger had emerged from the fog with agonizing slowness, 47 had booked it. Had shoved past his equally terrified friends and superiors and had hid here, down below deck, behind a much too small crate in the ship's only cargo hold. 

Screams and shouts and rifle fire. 

And then silence. 

His breath is loud in the tiny space but not loud enough to drown out the rapid footsteps coming his way. 

tap tap tap tap tap. 

Fast. Joyful. 

Deadly. 

tap tap tap tap tap. 

Up and down the hallway. Passing the room he's hiding in once, twice, a third time. 

Maybe… maybe…. 

The door is thrown open and all the air seems to be sucked out of the room. 47 clutches at his chest, his heart is suddenly beating hard and fast to a rhythm he has no control over. It skips and jumps and beats against his ribcage and he wants to scream but he doesn't have the breath for even a whisper. 

He can see the rest of the room behind him. It's being mirrored in one of their canons standing upright at his feet. 

'Polish them until I can see myself in them', their admiral used to say. 

Bastard. 

Number 47 can see everything now and it's the last thing he wants. He can't close his eyes. When he tries, the beating of his heart vibrates in his eyeballs and it hurts. So he keeps them open and watches that… thing enter the hold. 

The canons are not perfect mirrors, so the figure is slightly distorted. Arms and legs longer than they should be, head misshapen. But 47 sees enough. He sees blinding whiteness and red eyes and a large grin. Sharp enough to bite clear through his jugular. 

The figure laughs, loud, jarring. Number 47 slaps his hands over his ears but it's futile. This laugh, it penetrates everything, every thought 47 might still have had other than terror. 

He closes his eyes. It goes bump bump bump behind his eyelids. He snaps them back open. 

"Yo!" 

Number 47 rears back and the crate seems to swallow him. It's not wood anymore. It's soft and malleable and 47 sinks into it. The thing crouches on top of the crate that is not a crate anymore and stares down at him, upside down. 

Red eyes stare out of a face framed by white clouds rocking in non-existent wind. The eyes are swirling with an unholy light, madness lies in them, a depth as deep as the deepest sea and just as dark. They dance, seem to jump from number 47's forehead to his nose to his chin and back again. 

They are the only light in the room. 

"Yo!" The thing, this otherworldly being, repeats, grin wide and threatening. "Why are you hiding in here? Are you a coward? Hahaha I hate cowards, you know?!" 

Number 47 shakes his head. He doesn't know why. 

The being cocks his head, humming, chuckling. "Your friends ran away! They were cowards too. What's your name?" 

Never tell them your name. Never give your captors information. 

Not even Gods devils. 

"Marine Nr. 47-3981. Infantry Beta Alpha 39-"

The being laughs and throws himself backwards, holding his stomach and rolling around on the floor. The floor turns into the sea, a rolling storm making 47 sick. "What a funny name! Omoshiroi!" 

He laughs and laughs and laughs and number 47 chokes on the matching laughter in his throat. He doesn't want to laugh. Nothing about this sound echoing off the walls is funny. 

It's terrifying. 

The being stops and sits up, blinking large eyes at his surroundings. "I better get Robin." he mutters, dreamlike, eyes staring at nothing. "She'll know what to do about you." 

The smile as he turns away is distracted, his thoughts already a mile away, the marine with the funny name nothing but a footnote in his journey not worth thinking about any longer. 

Marine number 47 doesn't know any of that. He doesn't know that he is nothing to a God. Doesn't know that he is about to walk out of this ghost story of his own making with nothing but hurt pride and some food to tide him over until he reaches the next island. 

Marine number 47 panics and hefts his rifle, pointing it directly at the back of the one being God man that could be his salvation. 

His finger curls around the trigger but before he can take proper aim something moves in the shadows behind him. A huff of breath hits his neck, hot and cold at the same time. The sound of steel sliding free almost gets lost under the oblivious God's easy humming. 

47 freezes, can only turn his head an inch. It's enough to witness his end. 

Green hair. Dark eyes. Golden earrings. 

"Bad idea." the demon growls and three swords descend upon their chosen victim. 

Marine number 47 only feels the first blade. 

zoro got lost again (it's ok cus he has his captain with him)

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