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My mom asked me why I keep drawing Doflamingo if he's such a big, scary villain. Didn't really know what to reply, honestly.

Topsider Law / Undercity Luffy - One Piece x Arcane Crossover

I tried to post it on a pseudonym on AO3 to distinguish it from my main fics seeing as it's both crossover and a bit too dark (with no comedic relief, even!) to fit my general style but frankly I have no idea if any of my plans even worked out there.

Without further ado, please enjoy this dark, gritty and stinky One Piece x Arcane Oneshot!

Lane Rat

Summary:

Based off on a tweet by @yoononymous! A oneshot! Law has heard rumors of a new drug being developed in the undercity. Wanting to get a cutting edge on his fellow students in the academy, he decides to strike a deal with the undercity's leader, Silco.

The air is so thick down here, it's absolutely disgusting. 

Law feels like he can barely breathe at all. He should have hired somebody to come here in his stead instead of subjecting himself to the filth of the undercity. 

Yet some morbid curiosity had fuelled him. He'd never been here after all, too busy feeling glad that he wasn't part of this retched city underneath the marvelous pristine of Piltover. 

Frankly, part of what had held him back from sending somebody here was that the medical research he came to learn about wasn't strictly... legal. 

Which is to say, the academy might well kick him out if they found out about him messing around with this. 

Rumor had been that there was a new drug available in the Lanes, a drug that would amplify the physical strength of all those who consumed it, oftentimes healing wounds or ailments in the process. 

Not that this drug had a permanent effect, so he'd need to study it carefully. However, if he could find a way to make its effects permanent he might just find a revolutionary way to cure ailments or maybe even just provide increased physical strength to whoever wanted it.

For the right price, of course. Studying medecine did not come cheap, not even when you were from a famous house in Piltover. 

He's come here shrouded in a long, black cloak bearing the mark of his house Trafalgar on the back, but somehow the rats in the Lanes still seem to recognize him as a topsider. Maybe it's the way he walks, the way he doesn't scurry around looking for crumbs like them. The way he has pride and dignity while they are worth no more than the filthy dirt under his boots. 

He's all too aware of the following he's been gathering since his arrival in this disgusting place. More and more shadows have been trailing after him, some barely even trying to conceal the fact that they were following him. His grip on his trusted sword Kikoku tightens. Let them come. He's got no qualms about ridding Runeterra of a few worthless criminals. 

The address that he'd been given seems like a rather lavish den of thieves. "The Last Drop", it proudly states on the sign hanging above the establishment. Law scoffs. What an unimaginative name. Nothing like the noble establishments up top. 

He heads inside, noticing that the shadows trailing after him seem to slink away as he enters the building. So they fear whoever is running this place. Good to know. 

The air inside somehow feels even harder to breathe. He'd put the gas mask on that he bought specifically for this purpose but his informant had told him that the people living in the undercity might not take well to that, especially considering how easily it would make him recognizable as a topsider. Not that they don't already know that, if he goes by the looks they're giving him. 

He ignores them and steps into a hallway besides the bar, unsheating Kikoku and connecting its hilt to a contraption strapped to his back. He makes sure Kikoku is hidden well as he knocks on the door before him at the end of the hallway. He does not wish to antagonize, but he's also not going to head into the lion's den unprepared. 

A grumpy woman with short hair that's bound behind her head in a small ponytail opens the door, eyeing him suspiciously. "What do you want?" 

Law gives her a condescending look. "I am from the house of Trafalgar. I have organized a meeting with your... leader." The disdain in his voice is clear and he takes a sadistic bit of joy from the hatred that he briefly sees flash through her eyes. 

The woman nods. "Fine. Wait here." 

She slams the door shut right in front of his face. Law is astonished. Should he really be treated so poorly?  He knows they are nothing but worthless scoundrels, but he had assumed their manners to be a little more refined nonetheless. Surely they must have any basic idea of how business is successfully done even in this rotten hellhole? 

It takes a few minutes for the door to open again. This time Law finds himself face to face with a terrifying beauty with black and grey hair and a metal mask covering most of her face. 

He refuses to step aside, even if her stature and clothing suggest wealth, dignity and money something he's a little more used to from Piltover. 

"Step aside.", the woman commands. Her voice has a mechanic filter to it, no doubt due to the mask. He'd love to know how it works and what it is good for. The people living here are used to the thick air, so it can't be because of that. 

Just then, he notices a very strange looking floating contraption beside the woman. What it is he has no idea, but his curious mind is immediately piqued. 

"Did you not hear me, worm?" The woman's voice is seething with rage at this point. 

"Do you have any idea who you're talking to?", Law immediately puffs out his chest, trying to seem a little more intimidating. 

"Some little topsider boy who got lost and thinks he can make business with the bigshots. That's all I need to know." Her voice is so condescending that Law makes a mental remark to practise his own tones of condescension at home a bit more.

The woman from earlier appears behind the woman with the contraption, signalling to Law. "Come on. It's time for your meeting with the boss." 

Law nods at her and steps aside, letting the rude woman through. "Thanks for stopping by, Renata. I hope you'll find the new design to your liking." The woman addressed as Renata has nearly passed through the hallway as she hears that. She stops in her tracks and doesn't bother turning around as she sneers. "That's Miss Glasc, if you value your life, Sevika." 

To Law's surprise, the woman addressed as Sevika visibly pales slightly. She'd seemed like the sort of tough, phased-by-nothing sort of criminal so judging by her reaction, this Renata Glasc person must be rather important in the undercity. 

Law follows after Sevika into what appears to be a rather small space for the supposed leader of the undercity. Silco, his name, not somebody he should anger by any means, or so his informant had said. 

He'd seen a picture of Silco before so he doesn't show any signs of surprise to see the left eye of the underground leader look so... wrong, for lack of a better word, but his rational mind cannot help but try to analyze what had happened to it. 

Some toxic fumes? An injury to the eye, tried to fix through some technical means? He wonders if he would have been able to restore the eye to its previous state if he had gotten to treat Silco after the wound but shakes himself out of his thoughts when he realizes that he's just been standing there silently for half a minute. 

Silco himself is seated in his large chair, leaned against the back of it. Apparently he's not willing to make the first move, trying to put Law at a disadvantage but two can play that game. Law is all too used to knowing how to navigate the difficult situations in the academy and he doesn't feel particularly intimidated by this thin, seemingly powerless man. Which is sure to be a misconception, judging by the information his informant had provided him with prior to this meeting. 

According to the rumors, Silco had disposed of the previous leader of the undercity of many years violently, taking total control and uniting the undercity once more, taking up far more illegal transactions with Piltover than had previously been the norm. Law isn't sure if all of this information can be trusted, but one thing had been clear - if even a fraction of the rumors were true, he'd do well to remain on friendly terms with the man before him. 

Finally, Silco speaks up, getting up off his chair and moving around it to lean against the front of it. "So you're the youngest son of House Trafalgar." 

"That I am.", Law answers simply. 

Silco looks at him scrutinizingly. "I trust you are aware that this new research we talked about in our communication cannot be given out freely to any untrustworthy individual. The other chembarons would be all too happy to get their hands on it." 

Law's eyes narrow. "Given out freely? The sum we agreed on is rather lofty for you to describe it as "free"." 

"Perhaps.", Silco muses. "But you are a researcher, are you not? Surely you would agree that the value of knowledge cannot be determined through mere monetary means."

"Be that as it may", Law responds in just as much of a haughty tone. "I have yet to know whether this new chemical of yours is of any value to me and my research. I suggest you do not question me and focus on the business part of our agreement." 

"Very well." Silco gets up once more and moves to a cabinet in the side of the room, grabbing a suitcase resting on top of it. He carries it to the desk with ease, unzipping the sides and revealing what is within to Law: many vials of a purple liquid, bubbles inside, rising to the surface. 

"This is what we call Shimmer. The chemical you paid for, the main focus of our deal. It is very new of course, so there hasn't been much testing as of yet." 

Law's eyes shine with greed as he regards the vials. "I see. I look forward to doing some testing myself. Perhaps we could strike an accord. You reduce the price on this chemical and in return I remain in contact with you and provide my test results with you?" 

Silco nods slowly. "Perhaps that would be a wise decision. We do already have one lab scientist working on tests, but it is as they say, the more the merrier." 

He scrutinizes Law once more. "Beware, however. The test subjects tend to get a little... volatile." 

Law nods, thinking of the sound-proof isolation chamber he's set up in his basement. "Fine by me. I can take the necessary precautions." 

The deal is quickly struck, Law exchanging a reduced amount of the previously agreed on price in exchange for the suitcase full of Shimmer. Just as Law thinks that they're already done with everything, a weak whimper can be heard from the door adjacent to the office. He raises his eyebrows curiously, looking at Silco questioningly. 

Silco waves him off. "Don't pay it any mind. That's just one of the people we will take in for testing soon." 

Law's curiosity is piqued. He doesn't have a test subject himself yet and he's eager to get his hands on one. "Mind showing them to me?" 

Silco shrugs. "I don't see why not." He opens the door to the adjacent room.

Apparently the boy on the other side had been leaned against the door because he stumbles and barely catches himself from falling as he enters the room. 

It's a thin, starved looking boy, a little younger than Law, or maybe that's just the effects of starvation displayed on the boy before him. His black hair looks like it hasn't been washed in days if not weeks and his clothes are ragged and dirty. A strange hat made of straw dangles from a rope around his neck, looking entirely out of place in a city as dirty and sunless as this one. 

Law can't help the contemptuous sneer that sneeks onto his lips at just how disgusting the kid before him looks. His contempt gets worse when the kids suddenly flings himself to Law's legs, clinging to it, looking up with wide eyes.

"Please. Help me. Please!"

Law looks at Silco, who shrugs once more. "I supposed we should have gagged him already. Someone..." - He looks at a pistol laying on his office desk as if blaming it for that someone's actions - "Should have taken him to the lab already, but she seems to not be taking her duties too seriously. Please excuse the disturbance." 

"No, no.", Law quickly reassures. "Maybe I could take him with me?" 

"Yes! Please, please, I just want to get back to my friends, they need me, we ran into trouble with one of the other gangs and I don't know if they're okay and-" 

Law intercepts the desperate rambling of the kid by striking him straight across the face. "Silence." 

The boy falls backwards, looking up in absolute horror and distraught, his hopes of being saved by this new stranger now completely shattered. 

Silco smirks at the boy's expression before turning his gaze back to Law. "Why do you want to take him with you?" 

"Well, seeing as I will be exercising some testing of this Shimmer drug, I too will need a test subject. It'll be hard to smuggle a person into Piltover, but going up from the undercity here should work fine, I think." 

"Ah. I see. If he will still be used for his intended use, then I see no problem with it. It's not like anybody will miss him." 

The boy, who's now sat on the ground, hugging his knees, mumbles quietly. "You're wrong. They'll come for me. Zoro and Sanji and Nami and Usopp and all the rest. They won't give up on me." 

Silco scoffs. "Your little band of hooligans? I give them a week before they are crushed by one of the other gangs. They completely lack discipline." 

Silco helps Law in gagging and restraining the resistant boy who tries to fight them but has barely any strength left from how much he appears to have been starved lately. They put him in a sack and Silco administers a sleeping drug to him so he won't cause a scene as Law makes his way back to Piltover. 

As Silco says his farewell to Law at the door, he says: "I look forward to reading of your test results, mister Trafalgar. To a long and happy partnership." 

He reaches out his hand for a handshake which Law prompty accepts. "To a long and happy partnership. Thank you for giving me the test subject free of charge. You're sure that those friends he spoke of won't cause any issue to me?" 

Silco shrugs and smiles in a cruel fashion. "If they do, I'll have my men take care of them. Worry not." 

Ace eating the Mera Mera No Mi!!

One of my proudest animations to date. Base of the art is Boichi's rendition of Ace's Story Manga (part 1) because I do very much like to trace the first frame to make sure my animation doesn't end up looking horrible :P

Just finished reading Law's novel for the first time... I cried a little bit... I really enjoyed it!!

I still have yet to read Ace's novel part 2 and to get my hands on Hour of Kikoku. I look forward to reading those too!

Doflamingo cooking for @saracrossing02 's #DoffyCooking ... event? prompt? Whatever you'd like to call it!

I really wanted to try out this sort of simplified motion in animation and thought of that just this morning so having this prompt as a base this evening was kind of perfect to steal a gif of Sanji cooking in the anime and slap Doffy all over it :P

Doing this is a nice break from my usual animations which take between 15-20 hours whereas this only took roughly 4 hours (thankfully, my wrist couldn't have taken much more! xP )

I had Dressrosa on while animating this and I like to think that it was quite inspiring. I've finally gotten my hands on the English dub and oh my god I think I love Doffy even more now. The voice is so freaking creepy and I really do just connect with the story more when I understand what's being said. (Only understanding the ocassional "kakoii" really isn't enough :P )

I thought I'd try to use AI to unblur it and oh my god it's disgusting burn it before it lays eggs

i'd be embarassed to have my website's watermark on that, not gonna lie

It's actually a crime that they put Doflamingo out of focus here.

A CRIME.

Like, this is the best shot of Dressrosa Takeover Doffy where his cute short upward spikes are shown during the takeover on the front profile and it's a a fckn CRIME they put him out of focus. Like, they really drew Doffy this beautifully and then went "yeah we'll put him out of focus"

CRIME CRIME CRIME CRIME

I already have so little Takeover Dressrosa Doffy material as we speak, this fckn SUCKS 😭

I GET MORE MATERIAL OUT OF DRESSROSA TAKEOVER DOFFY'S REFERENCE SHEET THAN IN THE ANIME. WHAT THE HELL 😭😭😭

My Magnum Opus in animation - Donquixote Doflamingo, using official audio from the anime.

It's in 4K! My PC was kind of very much struggling with the size of it.

Here's a side by side comparison of the scene!

One Piece Notebook Design Masterlist!

I'll add to this once I've made more.

Happy birthday, Killer! Here's a playlist for his birthday. Enjoy!

Now youtube is a bit of a total bitch nuisance when it comes to uploading playlists, so I keep having to delete more and more songs out of it to make internationally accessible.

Which is why I've put the mp4 and mp3 versions of these playlist up on Google Drive! Feel free to download them and watch them from there. The mp4s are all in 480p with a low bitrate to make sure none of them exceed 1GB (having been up to 8GB of size before I reduced them!) but the mp3s are of course way smaller as well.

All of my playlists are over there - Ace, Kidd and Killer!

Without further ado, let's get into why I chose the songs for Killer!

GIFS + TEXT CONTAIN SPOILERS UNTIL (INCLUDING) WANO!!!!

1- Nobody's Soldier - Hozier

Killer's epiphet is "massacre soldier". I don't know if that's an epiphet he chose himself or if it was given to him, but in my mind it's like with Zoro's "pirate hunter" epiphet - it was given for some particular reason in the past, but doesn't necessarily fit anymore now.

I found this song while watching an absolutely incredible Ace AMV and really like it for Killer.

"Running with bulls, working my miracles" - Kidd as a bull, Killer keeping him back from any reckless decisions

"Choose between being a butcher or a pauper Honey, I'm taking no orders, I'm gonna be nobody's soldier" - The Kidd pirates don't take orders from anybody and neither does Killer just blindlessly follow Kidd's orders

"Sick to my skin, watching the news again Whatever you choose, you lose out in the long run" - Parallels with Killer being offered the smile fruit by Orochi to save Kidd

2 - Naked - Avril Lavigne

This one's for Killer's relation with Kidd, for whenever Kidd gets to know what Killer looks like under the mask and Killer starts to feel comfortable with that. Now that I think about it, it might as well apply to the entire crew.

I think there's a lot of vulnerability in Killer's insecurity about his face and laugh and this song captures that very insecurity perfectly.

"I wake up in the morning Put on my face The one that′s gonna get me Through another day

Then you came around me The walls just disappeared Nothing to surround me Keep me from my fears I′m unprotected See how I've opened up Oh, you've made me trust Cause I′ve never felt like this before

I'm trying to remember Why I was afraid To be myself And let the covers fall away Guess I never had Someone like you (To help me) To help me fit In my skin"

3 - Numb the Pain - Clarx, Catas, Le Malls

This song is one I've chosen for Kidd as well. I think it fits the tough survival game that is the Grand Line well. Being a pirate ain't all that easy, especially with being up against some absolute freaks of nature. The Kidd pirates are all about picking themselves back up after having been beaten down and Killer is no exception to this.

"Now It's much harder to laugh Hard to get up and then work on my craft Feel like all of you hate me Everything's been so hard with all the situations lately Well maybe I'm done, maybe I've lost Still putting up a fight because [...]"

4 - Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

This one's another one of the vulnerable songs. Not wanting to be seen by the world may be a little very on the nose, but it still fits, dammit!

"And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am"

5 - I found - Amber Run

Another vulnerable addition! This one sounds romantic on the surface, but I believe that it is a lot more extensive than that.

You could interpret it as his romantic love towards Victoria, the song's sad tone fitting her demise, or you could interpret it as the familial love of having a found family amongst the Kidd pirates, or single it down to the platonic love he shares with Kidd as the best of best friends. In which case the sad tones may relate to losing said found family / best friend.

"And I've moved further than I thought I could But I missed you more than I thought I would" - this passage could relate to Victoria!

"And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be Right in front of me Talk some sense to me"

6- Hero - Skillet

This song sounds pretty punk-ish to me. (Not that I know literally a single thing about punk music!) It's more on the rock side of things and fits fighting vibes well. I'm not sure who he'd be the hero for in this case, but there's definitely themes of not giving up and fighting to the end in the lyrics so I'll call it a good fit, like it or not!

7 - I deserve to bleed - Sushi Soucy

This one is a little painful. It's a lot about self-hatred and being so desperately unhappy with your own looks that you'd want to harm yourself, something that I think for Killer would be amped up to the extreme by the effects of the smile fruit.

Poor man! Please let them have nice things at some point again, Oda-sensei.

8 - I'm gonna win - Rob Cantor

Yet another Grand Line survival song! Am I choosing all of these for Killer because I feel like I don't really know his personality yet? Perhaps. Very likely. I need to do some in-depth research for this man.

I guess it's also a good matchup song for any of his fights, namely the one with Hawkins.

"But I'm gonna win, I'm gonna try I'll never lose, I'll never die You've seen me before, you'll see me again I'll never give up, I'll never give in 'Til I'm bloody and bruised 'Til I've broken my bones 'Til I won't be abused 'Til I'm laughing alone

It's hard to be charming and smart and disarming It's hard to pretend you're the best It's hard to fulfill everyone's expectations It's hard to keep up with the rest"

9 - In the End - Linkin Park

Another song for fighting! Looking at recent developments (not saying anything because the spoilers in here are for Wano) it rings even more true.

10 - Wonderful World - Chase Holfelder

This one's a complete turnaround on the initial theme of the song - it's way more disheartened and far more angry! Far more fitting of a battle-hardened "soldier" than anything joyful.

11 - Misery Business - Paramore

Paramore has the perfect type of vibe for the Kidd Pirates and you cannot change my mind.

Also it makes me very happy to have "matching" songs between artists for Kid and Killer. I originally had "Ain't it fun" from Paramore on the playlist too but don't deem that as fitting enough (and it doesn't match the other songs well enough in my opinion!)

Can we talk about how absolutely sick this gif is? Whoever animated this, I love you from the bottom of my heart.

12 - Behind Blue Eyes - The Who

Themes of insecurity, vengeance and sadness + blue eyes + saw a Killer artist make an artwork with this song = part of the Killer playlist!

13 - The Pretender - Foo Fighters

It's angry, it's rock and it's either about Killer fighting somebody he considers a pretender or fighting himself, considering himself a pretender, being hidden away under the guise of his mask!

Or something something Kamazo (I haven't watched Wano yet I cannot possibly talk about this without making a fool of myself)

14 - Breaking my Bones - Friday Pilots Club

"For all of the stars to come down" - I like to think of this as a metaphor for bringing down all of the established order, making Kidd the new king of the pirates.

I like the vibes of this song for him and once again it's about fighting, picking yourself up and giving it your all! ... I feel very unimaginative having chosen so many of the same type for him. Sorry, Killer fans!!

15 - Body Terror Song - AJJ

I did really go all out with the "body shame" for this Killer playlist, this last addition not being an exception to the rule. I guess in a way a lot of these vulnerable / insecure songs are ones that I could see Killer listening to himself rather than just matching his vibes as I was able to do a lot better within my Kidd playlist.

16- Tracks of my tears - Flying Pickets

I really like this song for Killer for his post-smile fruit state of being.

"Although I might be laughing loud and hearty Deep inside I'm blue So take a good look at my face You'll see my smile looks out of place

If you look closer, it's easy to trace The tracks of my tears

I need you, need you

Outside I'm masquerading Inside my hope is fading Just a clown oh yeah Since you put me down My smile is my make up"

It is a love song technically, but you can definitely read the "I need you" as him needing his crew, their unconditional support to be able to live with himself.

I do love the idea of the smile being makeup as well, or just generally having makeup addressed feels pretty fitting for Killer.

Honorable mentions

Ain't it fun - Paramore (jealous vibes)

I need a hero - Bonnie Tyler (being a little dramatic)

Kokopelli Face Tattoo - AJJ (very out there, along the body lines)

Choke - I don't know how but they found me (more aggressive vibes)

Thank you so much for reading this awfully, awfully long post about why I chose each respective song!

I wish I could give you better explanations on a lot of these, but a lot of them are more chosen by gut feeling rather than "I actually know and understand this character and will make fitting choices".

I don't know if there IS a lot of Killer lore I just haven't seen in the anime yet or if I'm just as oblivious as the rest of you, but heyho.

This has been my attempt at a Killer playlist, I'm out!

Happy birthday, baby blue!

Making a playlist for him right now!! ^-^

Kid Pirates Month Prompt 31: Eustass Kid as King of the Pirates!

Did I cheat a little by drawing over an Arcane frame? yes. Do I have regrets? no. If I hadn't, the anatomy would be a damn mess, and I wanted to do this final prompt justice.

I wanted to draw him on a bigger throne initially, but that doesn't really feel very Kidd-esque. He wants to be king, sure, but I don't see him sitting on an actual throne ever.

Yeah, so, I was happy before I drew this, now I'm not anymore.

Drawn for the prompt "40 years" of the KidPiratesMonth2025.

Second image has text + context (transcribed here as well):

found a way which let him permanently remove effects of the SMILE fruit

cut off his long hair entirely when it happened

keeps cutting it at every annual death day

captain of the Kid Pirates

dresses in Kid's old clothes cause they're the only thing that brings him any comfort

Killer stopped wearing shirts with his own jolly roger. now he exclusively wears the kidd pirates jolly roger

I think I need a break from drawing after this one. It's miles better than most of my digital art and I learned a lot from drawing this, but emotionally I need to ragequit art right now.

"Love at first bite" - Sanji Fanfiction

Summary:

Being Sanji's lover, you are very much not okay with the way he fawns over your fellow nakama, Nami and Robin. The two of you have very different expectations towards your relationship leading to plenty of hurt and angst along the way.

Notes:

I have never learned to cook personally, so please excuse any strangeness featured in this work. At episode 420 in the anime (at the start of writing this). An "Hors d'œuvre" is a pre-appetizer part of a multiple course meal. I tried to make some notes for what I'd like to include in a Sanji fanfiction, but ended up only writing down "mon ange" multiple times because I'm a total sucker for Sanji being french and calling Y/N his angel. Am I as much of a simp as Sanji is? Possibly. Poor Sanji, he's in for a ride.

Chapter 1: Hors d'œuvre

Sweat trickles down your forehead.

You wipe it away with the back of your arm quickly, not wanting any of it to drip down and spoil any of the hard work you’ve been doing.

You’ve been standing here for hours, trying your hardest to make something for your lover.

Well, not lover, ex-lover. A rather recent development, as you had never quite found it in yourself to trust Sanji to be loyal to you until a week ago.

Knowing all too well how… enthusiastic he can get about any woman that isn’t above a certain age or decidedly ugly, you had always doubted his loyalty to you, no matter how many nice words he had spoiled you with.

Initially you hadn’t been so cautious, but when you’d seen him swoon over Robin and Nami, your other crewmates without any restraint, even though the two of you had started being lovers semi-officially on the Strawhat crew, the pang of hurt in your heart had shown you all too clearly that for you, he was definitely more than just a passing attraction, and that you certainly wished for him to feel the same way about you.

Your mind goes back to that instance one week ago. After Sanji had made an afternoon snack specifically for you – or so you had thought - you’d initially been over the moon with happiness. When finding out not long after that he’d showed the same attention to Nami and Robin, not so much anymore. You had confronted him, barging in on him in the kitchen washing some dishes without even bothering to knock, all politeness and manners washed away in your jealous rage.

“Sanji!”, you had exclaimed, voice taut with tension. Sanji had looked up curiously at your voice, and then beamed with happiness at seeing it was you. “Beatrice-chan! My love! You look as radiant as ever!” Your eyes had narrowed, and you’d spoken with frigid intensity. “Sanji. I’m not okay with you acting like you’re doing something special and exclusive for me and then finding out that Nami and Robin are getting the same treatment.”

Sanji’s face falls at your words. “But Beatrice-chan! They’re lovely ladies too, just like yourself! I can’t help but make sure all of you are comfortable and well.”

You cross your arms, glaring daggers into him. “Yeah, but I’m your lover, aren’t I? Those two aren’t. Shouldn’t I get special rights?”

You realize yourself how childish and petulant you sound, but you can’t help it. Sanji always fawning over the other two has left you rather irritable and unhappy and having let those feelings accumulate you are now on the verge of yelling at him.

Sanji, ever the ladies’ man, tries to soothe you. He stops  washing the dishes and moves over, his look apologetic. “Darling, my beautiful angel, of course you get special rights. But I can’t neglect the crew either, surely you understand?”

You pout, unwilling to back down even in the slightest. “Yeah, you say that. But actions speak louder than words. And I’m sick and tired of you always being all NAMI-SWAAAAAN and ROBIN-CHWAAAAAN every time they’re around.”

Sanji sighs and frowns. “But sweetheart, they’re my friends, my nakama. It’s a sign of respect, don’t you see?”

Your glare against him hardens. “What I do see is that you’re head over heels for women who aren’t me. And I know I’m just some random lover of yours which I’m sure you have plenty of, but I don’t like it. Not one bit. I’m considering to stop this arrangement of ours. I don’t like sharing.”

Sanji’s face falls completely, a look of sheer dread on it now. “No, no, no, mon ange, please don’t say that.” He steps closer, taking your hands in his. “You’re not “just some random lover” of mine. You’re my whole world, my dearest darling.”

You narrow your eyes. “Yeah, Sanji. And you say that to any person walking around with tits. So excuse me when I don’t take your flair for the dramatic seriously.”

He looks genuinely hurt now, and you’re almost starting to feel sorry for your harsh words… almost.

Sanji looks down, speaking quietly, almost dejectedly. “Is that really what you think of me? That I don’t care for you, that you could be replaced with any woman?”

You snort, your own pent-up hurt making you uncaring towards his own. “Yes. That’s what I think of you. You’re a total player, Sanji, just admit it.”

Sanji lets go of your hands, turning around to start washing the dishes again. He doesn’t respond and you can’t see his face, so you have no idea what’s going on within him. He doesn’t reply, which makes you stand there rather awkwardly.

After a while, you’re starting to feel a little bad and decidedly a little guilty. Even if you two aren’t really working out as lovers as well as you’d planned, he’s still your nakama that you care for. You start up, saying “Sanji-“, before you are quickly interrupted by him.

“Don’t, Beatrice. Don’t bother.” His voice is calm and controlled. You see him lighting up a cigarette for himself in between dishes, needing quite a few attempts considering that there’s no wind blowing or anything else that could interfere with the success of it.

You’ve never heard him speak so unenthusiastically to you, and it makes your heart clench in your chest. You’d wanted to confront him, yes, but you’d hoped childishly that admitting to your jealousy would make him drop his obvious affectionate nature towards your other nakama, not push him away entirely.

You speak up quietly, voice laced with regret. “S-so I guess that’s it? It’s over?”

Again he doesn’t bother turning around, taking a puff from his cigarette before resuming washing the dishes. “I guess so.”

His voice is still unnaturally calm and collected. You had thought about this moment occasionally, about what would happen if you ever decided to discontinue your love affair. But in your mind it had either been a glorious change from a love affair into a genuine relationship, or Sanji on his knees begging for you not to leave him.

The reality you are faced with is jarring. You had your suspicions about Sanji being quite the player, but him being this cold and uncaring at the end of your love affair? Never once would you have imagined things to go this way.

“O-okay. I’m just gonna- I’m just gonna go.”, you say weakly. Waiting for a reply you don’t receive for a few moments, you quickly turn on your heel and rush out of the kitchen. Tears are stinging in your eyes as you quickly make your way towards your room, praying you won’t run into anyone from the crew, especially not your ever-curious captain.

Whatever gods above there may be seem to heed your calls, as you make it there without coming across a single soul. You lay down on your bed, burying your head in your pillows as you let out a sniffle. You had certainly not wanted things to go this way. For Sanji to be this cold towards you.

It was such a stark difference from your previous encounters, from you initially being completely swept away by his unwavering and doting attention on you after you joined the crew, to a few ups and downs of you realizing you weren’t the only woman he fawned over and you two making up and reconciliating in steamy encounters of passion over and over. And now it’s over. Just like that.

You hadn’t thought about whether or not your love affair would be a long-term arrangement, but you’d never imagined it end this quickly either. Three long months had you been enjoying Sanji’s unwavering devotion to making sure you were okay and trying to fulfill your every wish and now it’s gone entirely, ended quickly by one of your jealous streaks.

As you cry into your pillow in a swirl of sadness and frustration, you curse Sanji for being such a player, for not caring about you when you’d wanted him to so badly, when you had hoped he’d eventually get past his initial infatuation and finally have any sort of real feelings for you. You have no idea how to face him again after this, but then again, he doesn't seem to care about you much anyways, so he probably won't care about that either.

Chapter 2: Amouse-bouche

As you finish reminiscing about your time with your ex-lover – and the separation that had felt surprisingly much like a break-up – you keep stirring the pot you’re currently standing in front of. You’ve been cooking for hours in hopes of somehow impressing Sanji as an apology for your previous rude behaviour. You’ve never really cooked much of anything before – usually just living by scraps and the small bits and pieces of food you actually could afford – and you are not so sure if the something brewing within the pot is actually edible.

You’ve asked Zoro to keep Sanji out of the kitchen, and every now and then you can hear the two of them arguing loudly over it, but Zoro has remained steadfast and adamant about Sanji not being let into the kitchen. You’d gotten Luffy’s permission for this specifically, or rather, you bribed Luffy by promising him he’d get a good chunk of the food you were gonna be cooking.

The recipe you’d decided on had been one you found in the various cookbooks to be found in the pantry. You were pretty sure Sanji just cooked everything by heart at this point, but apparently these were fond mementos he didn’t want to get rid off, even though they didn’t have his, but rather the name “Zeff” written inside their covers, whoever that was.

Having chosen a recipe by image alone you’d ended up with a seemingly simple recipe of octopus, sea king liver and plenty of funny looking vegetables. You’d been able to find all of the ingredients within the pantry where Sanji kept a rather impressive collection of ingredients and had been cooking away since. Again you peek into the pot, one octopus tentacle arm thing reaching up while many vegetables swam around in the strange brown liquid everything had turned into. You frown, wondering if it’s really supposed to look like that, but all you have for reference is the image of the finished meal in the cookbook. Which it does not remotely resemble as of yet, but surely it’ll get there... right?

By the time you finish, you’re sweaty and uncomfortable in the very warm kitchen. How Sanji manages to look so perfect while cooking for hours here, you have no idea. You wipe the sweat off your brow and put the pot on a device that’ll keep the food warm as you head for a quick shower.

Apologies and dinner are best had while not reeking worse than Zoro after a workout, you decide.

You head to the entry to the kitchen, where Zoro and Sanji are still standing, bickering. You clear your throat. “Uh. Sanji? I-I’d like to talk to you about something.” Sanji turns towards you, his expression guarded and mostly neutral. You’ve become one of the only women that Sanji appears indifferent to, and you’re pretty certain you don’t like this change. You much preferred Sanji still being yours. Or well, your lover. Semantics.

Luffy’s voice carries across the deck from the figurehead he’s sitting on: “Is it ready yet???”

You frown, giving your captain a hard stare. “No, need to do something first! I’ll let you know once it is.”

Sanji crosses his arms, giving away nothing as he speaks in a neutral tone: “Okay. What do you need to talk to me about?”

You gulp and gesture towards the door. “Uh, can we talk in private?”

Sanji shrugs faintly and heads into the kitchen ahead of you, not even bothering to hold the door open for you, a lack of chivalry that would previously have been unheard of. Seriously, you’d only called out his less-than-awesome tendencies. He should really not take it so poorly.

As you head into the kitchen after Sanji, you move in front of the pot containing your culinary creation to hide it from sight for now. You meet Sanji’s eyes hesitantly. “Right. So, I, uh. I wanted to apologize to you, Sanji. What I said back then, one week ago… I could have been a bit nicer to you. I’m sorry.”

Sanji’s eyes soften for a fraction of a second before his expression hardens again. “So you didn’t mean what you said?”

You bite back your immediate honest reply and give a faint smile as you lie through your teeth: “N-no. I didn’t. I know you wouldn’t lie to me about your feelings towards me.”

Sanji still seems a little cautious. You know that you’re a pretty good liar, so your expression and voice shouldn’t give it away.

Sanji’s eyes then train on the pot, furrowing his brows in confusion: “What’s that? Did you- did you cook something?”

You nod, forcing your smile to grow a little wider. “Yes. Yes I did. As- as an apology to you. I hope it turned out well. It’s why Zoro’s been keeping you out of the kitchen.”

Sanji almost breaks out into a wide smile, but you can see him visibly restraining himself from doing so at the last moment. "F-for me? You cooked something for me?"

You nod once more. "Yeah! I did. I hope you'll like it. I, uh, don't exactly have a lot of cooking experience." 

Sanji nods, stepping closer to the pot, looking inside curiously. You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he takes in the scent, discerning the different ingredients you used. 

His expressions aren't giving anything way, after a moment he simply recommends a spice to use. 

"Oh! It didn't say anything about that in the cookbook." You feel a little stubborn and point to the cookbook. 

A brief flash of recognition passes across Sanji's face. "Ah. You took one of mine." 

You bite your lip. "Uh, yeah. It was just laying around, I thought anyone could use it." 

Another lie, you’d found the cookbooks stored away hidden under countless ingredients in an infrequently used corner of the pantry.

Sanji can easily identify the lie as what it is, of course, having put the cookbooks there himself. He doesn’t comment on it, however, just fixing you with an inscrutable gaze.

“Well, these cookbooks don’t know everything. I’d suggest you add the spice for a bit of added flavor.”

You’re about to protest again, but then stop yourself. Your stubborn nature insists on knowing better, but you’ve cooked this in order to apologize to Sanji, after all. It might be smart not to start an argument over your apology meal.

You know where the spice can be found, but you smile at him innocently, having read somewhere that men like being needed for help and that it makes them like you better or something. That certainly can’t hurt for your goal. “Where is that spice? Sorry, I don’t know my way around your kitchen.”

Sanji wordlessly points to the shelf right to your left, where the spice is prominently displayed. You grimace but quickly regain your composure and smile, laughing awkwardly. “Oh! I’m so silly. My bad.” Inside you’re seething, your pride wounded at your failed attempt at manipulation. It’s entirely your own fault, but in your mind Sanji is definitely the one to blame.

Sanji doesn’t seem to be in the mood for much further talking about things after this awkward interaction, so he nods curtly. “I look forward to tasting this food for dinner.” He then excuses himself from the room politely.

You grimace as you stare after his retreating figure. This has gone much worse than you’d hoped. You’re going out of your way to do something for the man, so why isn’t he accrediting you the way you deserve to be? What a stuck-up snob.

Later, during dinner, Luffy is positively ecstatic to get to taste your food.

“Smells so yummy!”, he keeps saying. The other crewmembers are eyeing your culinary creation far more suspiciously, and you’re pretty sure you heard Usopp whispering to Nami if you were trying to poison them all earlier.

Luffy and Sanji are the only ones who immediately start loading food onto their plates. When Zoro crosses his arms and only takes a sip of his beer instead of loading any food onto his plate, Sanji stands up and snaps at him. “Oi, Mosshead! Bea worked very hard on this! Be polite for once in your life and take some food!”

Zoro glares at Sanji but obediently takes some food onto his plate. The others follow shortly after, although you can’t help but notice how small the portions are.

Luffy is already on his second plate and keeps stuffing his face with the food, one octopus tentacle dangling out of his mouth as he speaks “I love it! You should cook together with Sanji so we have even more food! Sanji’s food is the best, but if he teaches you I bet you’ll get there quickly too!”

You beam at Luffy’s praise and look at Sanji, hoping to hear the same sort of praise from the chef himself. Sanji’s giving you a smile, but his cheeks are looking distinctly green and his forehead looks a little sweaty.

You haven’t touched a bite of your own food yet either, and as you load it onto your plate Usopp suddenly yells loudly “GAAAAAAH I KNEW YOU WERE TRYING TO POISON US! What did you put in here, sea slugs and algae?!”

As you look at the other members of the crew, everyone has a similar look of green on their face, some looking utterly repulsed, some looking like they’re about to throw up.

Zoro’s face is a grimace but he loads a second potion onto his plate without complaint, clearly willing do endure the culinary horrors of your making stoically.

Sanji stands up once more, smashing his hands against the table. He speaks in a snarl. “Shut up, Usopp. And you others too. Bea made this food, and you’re all damn well going to eat your fill. None of this is going to waste. She tried her best and that’s what matters. It’s still better than what most of you could cook.”

Luffy, completely oblivious to the tension in the room, grins widely. “That’s okay, Sanji! I’ll just eat everything myself!”

You can see all of the crew members discreetly pushing their plates towards him, all but Sanji and Zoro, who are eating their plates diligently.

Luffy’s hands stretch out and grab at all of the plates being handed to him. He appears to be on cloud nine. Well, at least one of them is happy with your food. When it’s only the monster trio and you left in the room, you address Sanji quietly. “Is it really that bad, Sanji?”

Sanji’s eyes meet yours, a tender smile spreading on his face, the first smile he’s given you since your splitting apart. “Chèrie, it’s not that the food is bad per se. You’re just starting out on your journey, it takes plenty of time and training like most things in life. But I’d say it was a good first attempt.”

Zoro snorts. “Oh, stop kissing her ass. It’s edible, but just barely. Maybe try something easier first before jumping into the fancy stuff that curly eyebrows always makes. You’re asking too much of yourself.”

While Zoro’s advice is solid and meant well, you can’t help but feel irritated. You’ve never been one to handle criticism well, and this time is no different.

Luffy’s words, however, soothe your angry heart. “Whaddya mean just barely?! I think it’s great!”

You smile and nod at Luffy gratefully. “Thanks, captain.” Luffy giggles. “Shishishi! Don’t call me “captain”. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Your smile widens. “Yeah, that’s true. Alright… Luffy.”

Dinner ends on a positive note this way. Sanji insists on cleaning the dishes for you, saying that you’ve spent enough time and energy cooking for the crew today. You can’t help but be a little impressed with how usually he does both things on his own every day, multiple times a day.

As you head to bed that night, you can’t help but feel a little disheartened. You’ve barely even gotten to speak to Sanji today, and you’re frustrated that your food turned out so poorly when you invested so many hours into making it. On the other hand, at least Sanji defended your food – and you – valiantly to the others. But he’d probably have done the same for Nami or Robin. In fact, he’d probably have done it far more intensely for Nami or Robin, granted how distant he’s been with you lately.

As you drift off to sleep your dreams are uneasy and your sleep fitful, filled with feelings of rejection and disheartened feelings.

Chapter 3: Soupe

Summary:

Here's where my naming system for these chapters fails me. Hors d'ouevre and amouse-bouche sound fancy enough, but soup is... well, soup. I'm so sorry that I'm taking so long for these chapters to come out! I had about 60% written about a month ago, but took a horribly long time to refill my Sanji-Angst-o-meter.

Sanji has always wanted a girlfriend. Having been taught to treat all women well, he’d always dreamt of the day he would get to find his very own princess and spoil her to the heavens and above. 

Unfortunately, fate seemed to have other plans for him. While he certainly never stopped trying, most women didn’t exactly take him for full with his admiring and subservient approach. 

He’d been exploited by a few women, sure, but he’d never found the one thing he so desperately wished for - true love. 

But all of that had changed, or so Sanji had thought, when Luffy invited a new crew member to the Strawhat pirates. Bea. Short for Beatrice. A name worthy of an angel. 

Bea was everything Sanji had ever dreamed of. She had long, flowing auburn hair, a sweet smile, rather impressive assets, and the very best thing was - she seemed to be interested in Sanji too. 

Sanji didn’t know what he had done right to deserve a girl like her, but he was over the moon with joy. He’d shower her with his attention, with praise, reading her every wish from her eyes. 

They’d never officially established their relationship or talked about their love explicitly, but Sanji figured that seeing as they were both deeply in love with another, they would automatically be boyfriend and girlfriend. 

Despite his previous obsession with seeing women naked and what could only be called being a total pervert, Sanji found himself realizing something. While he and Bea had started sleeping with one another, it wasn’t the one big highlight of the day for him as it had been with his previous short-lived relationships.

No, Sanji found himself enjoying Bea’s company during the day just as much as during those intimate times. He would always love chasing those exclusive highs and getting to enjoy the divinity that is the female body, but even the quiet moments held so much charm and romance to him that his heart almost leaped out of his chest every time he got to spend time with Bea. 

Sanji had it bad. Really bad. He’d always make sure to make Bea the most exquisite meals, showering her with incredible desserts and cocktails - never leaving his beloved Nami-Swan or Robin-Chwan on the side, of course - and she seemed to revel in his attention just as much as he did in hers. 

So then, why had he ruined it all? During that final confrontation with Bea, he should have begged for her forgiveness. Told her more convincingly that she was the one for him, that he’d already imagined the two of them walking down the aisle, that while he owed Nami-Swan and Robin-Chwan his affection too, they’d always be his nakama first and foremost, while Bea… well, she was his everything. But he had been weak. Weak, weak and stupid. He'd been so shocked to hear her cruel words, so panicked to hear her say the things she did, that he'd been unable to properly function. Unable to think things through and make the right decisions to keep his beloved Bea by his side. He'd wanted nothing more to get down on his knees, pleading with her to give him another chance.

And yet, he’d made her unhappy. He’d made her feel like she wasn’t special to him, like she was interchangeable with any other woman. He’d completely and utterly failed in his job as her boyfriend and future husband. 

Worst of all, Bea had acted like they were just… just lovers. Some passing fling, nothing too noteworthy. She’d claimed to be one of his many lovers. Didn’t she realize how deeply he felt for her? How he’d completely and utterly given her his heart? 

Her words echo in his mind, sharp pain coursing through his chest as he remembers them - “You’re a total player, Sanji, just admit it.”

A player. Had he not told her how much he adored her, every single day? Every hour, whenever possible? And besides, they were boyfriend and girlfriend, right? How could he be a player when they’d been dating each other so happily? 

He’d kept showering Nami-Swan and Robin-Chwan with affection and treats, sure, but he’d never once even thought of being disloyal. Okay, maybe he tried to sneak some peaks into the girls’ bathroom once or twice, but Bea had been in there too, so it was totally excusable! 

But perhaps it was not all over. As much as Sanji had spent his days just staring at the walls in his kitchen, mourning over what he’d lost and what he’d done wrong to lose it, Bea had shown him that she was ready to forgive him. 

She’d made him a meal as an apology. “Foie de poulpe et serpent de mer”, a dish way too complicated for somebody without cooking experience, as she’d shown to be. From an objective standpoint, it had tasted terrible and it had made him sick later that night, but it had been cooked with love from Bea, and that had made it a dish far more divine than anything he himself could ever have created. 

Sanji had personally bribed Usopp, Nami and Chopper to not say a word to Bea after all of them had been sick that night too. Luffy, with his incredible metabolism and dubious methods of digestion, had been completely fine and practically begged Sanji to take on Bea as his apprentice, because in Luffy’s mind, two cooks meant twice the amount of meat. 

Sanji had entertained the idea for a while, getting lost in daydreams of maybe opening his own restaurant with Bea far, far in the future once Luffy had become King of the Pirates and he himself had found the All Blue. How delightfully beautiful she’d look in her cooking apron, with a chef hat to top it off. How he’d personally beat up every single lowlife who dared insult her cooking skills and prove to be a most valiant knight in shining armor for her. Even just thinking about it now, he sighs wistfully, dreaming of this future.

He’d make it up to her. There was no way he would get in the way of his own happy future with the woman he loved, and he’d be damned if he would really allow himself to ruin it all before they’d even gotten married to one another. 

That afternoon, Sanji spends a lot of time diving in the water at the shore of the island the Merry is currently docked at. He was just swimming for leisure earlier when he’d discovered some beautiful shells under water, and he had immediately decided to craft a bracelet for his beloved Bea and give it to her as a form of apology. Initially it had been a rather doable task, but after he’d already found the prettiest shells near the shore he’d had to go deeper and deeper into the ocean, looking for more. 

The shells had become more scarce the further he’d gone, and eventually, much to his dismay, he’d asked the mosshead for help. Zoro had been training near the shore anyways, and seeing as freediving classified as some sort of training too, the two of them had set out to find more shells together. 

Sanji didn’t mind Zoro that much. He was stupid, a jerk, didn’t respect women enough, and his haircolour was straight up offensive to the eyes, but when he asked him for help with anything, even though they usually bickered constantly, Zoro’d help without even a second question. Just plenty of insults to the chef's eyebrows. 

Eventually, the two of them take a break. Sanji had insisted on it so they wouldn’t get even the slightest hints of diver’s disease, not wanting to rope Zoro into something that could potentially harm him, especially knowing of Zoro’s stubborn nature when it came to training. 

They hadn’t talked about the reason for Sanji’s search for shells yet, but Zoro’s figured it out regardless. He speaks quietly, laying on the beach on the shore beside Sanji. “So you’re gonna gift Bea some shells, I guess?” 

Sanji sighs wistfully. “I want to make her a bracelet with only the most beautiful shells I can find. Maybe she’ll forgive me for what I’ve done then.” 

Zoro turns his head around and frowns at Sanji. “What you’ve done? She was the one who threw the jealous fit and ended things between you two just cause she couldn’t handle you bringing Nami and Robin their usual cocktails.” 

Sanji’s eyes widen and he shakes his head quickly. “What, no! I did shower Nami-Swan and Robin-Chwan with too much affection. I made Bea feel like she wasn’t enough, and that’s unforgivable. Don’t dwell on it, mosshead, it’s not like you know much of romance to begin with.” 

Zoro just grunts in response before getting up and resuming the search for seashells together with Sanji. 

They spend a few days doing this, the crew thankfully being docked at the island for a while, allowing the two of them to engage in their search. Sanji would have hated having to leave and needing to use different shells from other places, he wants this gift - and his apology - to be nothing short of perfect. 

Once he’s finally crafted the bracelet, having asked Usopp and Franky for some help to make sure it’s very durable and won’t fall apart quickly, Sanji approaches Bea. He’s got a cocktail and a light snack on his tablet, approaching her with his usual suave confidence, even while his heart is fluttering nervously in his chest.

"Beatrice.", he addresses her. Oh, how he loves saying her name. It's like honey on his tongue, a name truly befitting of an angel like her. 

Bea turns around to him, giving him a hesitant smile. "Yeah?" 

"I've got something for you." Sanji quickly pulls up a table onto which he places the cocktail and snack, and before he can think better of it, he adds: "And something else as well." 

He gets down on one knee, presenting the bracelet on the palm of his hand. "I would like to gift you this bracelet as a form of apology. The way I acted was entirely uncalled for, I never intended to make you feel so bad. I humbly beseech you to forgive me for my misdeeds and give me another chance if you can find it within the kindness of your heart, oh sweet beloved Beatrice." 

Bea's eyes widen considerably. "O-oh, Sanji. Thank you. I accept your apology. You did hurt me pretty bad. So you won't swoon over Nami and Robin anymore now?" 

Something inside Sanji's chest starts to painfully clench when his apology is met with the confirmation that he did indeed hurt her so much. How can he claim to want to be anyone's knight in shining armor when he could possibly hurt the woman he loves? Is he really so faulty? Doesn't he pride himself on treating every lady with nothing but utmost respect? How did it come to this? 

And more importantly, how on earth is he supposed to promise not to swoon over Nami and Robin anymore now? They're his nakama, his dearest friends, and they just so happen to be the prettiest women in the entire world right after Beatrice, followed only by the snake empress that had become so fond of Luffy. Which Sanji still hadn't entirely gotten over. How'd that monkey score a woman like her? 

He bites the inside of his cheek and bows his head. "Yes, mon ange. I promise I will not swoon over Nami-swan or Robin-chwan anymore." He feels like he's betraying himself and his core values even as he says it, but he can't help himself. He's so madly in love with Bea, and if this is what it will take to win her affection back, then he'll do it. 

Bea's eyes narrow and she almost glares at him. "Nami and Robin. Not Nami-Swan and Robin-Chwan." 

Sanji gulps and meets her eyes as he responds. "Y... Yes. Nami... and Robin." He's not sure if he's ever spoken their names so disrespectfully. They're basically goddesses, how could he call their names so disrespectfully, without expressing his admiration through the suffixes? But this is what Beatrice needs in order for him not to hurt her with his behaviour. It is still a sacrifice in the name of love. It's fine, Sanji repeatedly tells himself. Maybe he can still call them Nami-swan and Robin-chwan when Bea isn't there. Or would that be betraying her too? Would she find out through the others and then feel hurt, still? His mind's racing with these new developments, and he finds himself surprised at how queasy he feels, even if he's agreeing to things that will hopefully bring Bea back into his arms. 

Bea crosses her arms. "Okay. You're on probation. If you show me that you mean it for a full week then you can be my lover again." 

Her... her lover? Sanji's face falls. She's making demands of this sort just for being her lover? Does she not realize how much she is asking of him? How willingly he'll sacrifice this for their love, even as she's writing it all off as a simple... love affair?

Beatrice takes the bracelet from the palm of his hand and inspects it closely. "It's pretty. Where'd you buy it?" 

Sanji blushes ever so faintly, a little overwhelmed by the entire situation. "I didn't. I collected all of the shells myself and then Franky and Usopp helped me stabilize the bracelet so it'll be durable even through extreme situations." 

Bea nods, seeming only vaguely impressed. "Ah. So that's why you've been going swimming so much. This is pretty nice. Thank you, Sanji." She gives him a smile and Sanji helps her put the bracelet on, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as he touches her wrist while closing the bracelet around it.

"You know, the reason that I react so negatively around you fawning over our fellow crewmates even though we're just lovers is that I've been hurt before. A lot. My previous long-term boyfriend cheated on me. Multiple times. Hell, there was barely any time where he wasn't cheating on me. So I'm a little cautious when it comes to this sort of stuff. You understand, right?" She flashes him a wide, disarming smile and Sanji can feel his heart doing somersaults in his chest at just how beautiful she is, the way she gets these cute dimples when she smiles.

It takes him a short moment for him to come back to his senses and he immediately takes on a concerned and sympathetic look. "Of course, mon amour. I'm so sorry to hear that you have been hurt like that. You deserve only the best, and whoever that boyfriend was, he could live a thousand livetimes and never deserve you." After a short moment, he adds: "But darling, is that really all we are to you? Lovers? I'd go to the ends of the earth for you. You own my heart, body and soul. You could do me no greater honor than becoming my wi- I mean, girlfriend." He barely catches himself before this becomes incredibly embarassing. 

If he didn't know any better he'd have thought that Bea's expression had just turned decidedly greedy at his promises. But that doesn't make any sense, he must have just imagined it. 

Granted the depth of his confession, he'd have expected some big response, but all he gets is Bea staring at him in shock. "Uh. You wanna be my boyfriend?" 

Sanji's heart feels like it's made out of glass. He's praying that he's not said too much, that he's not pushed her too far, especially if she struggles with trust after that asshole ex of hers hurt her so much. "Yes, Beatrice. Please. I promise to cherish you now and forever. I will be loyal to you for as long as I draw breath." 

It's like watching a robot switch between emotions. First there was shock, then there was vulnerability, then there was greed, and now she appears to switch to a softer side of her. 

"Yes, Sanji. I'd like that. I- I want to be your girlfriend too." Her smile is almost coy now as she smiles at him bashfully. 

He can't believe it. She's actually said yes. SHE SAID YES! Sanji is so elated that he immediately picks her up by her waist and spins her around in pure, unbridled joy. "Really?! Really!! Oh, mon ange, you have just made me the happiest man in the world! I will treat you like nothing short of the goddess you are, and strive to make you happy with each breath I draw!" 

He does three happy little twirls with her before setting her back down and taking both of her hands into his own. "We should celebrate. I'll make you your favourite meal tonight. What would you like? No matter what. I'll make as much as you want. And I'll make sure to hide it all away from Luffy so that greedy bastard doesn't gobble up all of it before you've had your fill." 

Throughout the entire preparation of the meal and the following feast, Sanji is on cloud nine. He's singing happily while cooking on his own in the kitchen, spins around on the spot and dances happily even whenever the other Strawhats are watching. 

His pure elation and joy quickly spreads to the rest of the crew with the exception of two. Luffy, Usopp, Brook and Chopper are up on the tables singing shanties and dancing around with sticks in their noses the second their dishes are empty (and everyone else's too, as far as Luffy was concerned).

Bea's happiness is more subdued in contrast to Sanji's infectious happiness. The crew has never heard him laugh quite as much and crack quite as many jokes, usually he's far too busy upholding his suave look, but tonight he couldn't be any happier if he tried. 

He manages to keep his promises for now, treating Nami and Robin cordially and only ever so slightly better than the rest of the crew, avoiding to say their names so they won't know of him not using the respectful suffixes anymore. 

But amidst all the chaotic happiness spread amongst the crew, there are two that do not join in anywhere near as much as the others. 

Zoro, usually the first to drink himself to a happily blissful state, is drinking moderately, something that has previously been unheard of. He's laughing along with the crew ocassionally but for most of the night his eyes stay trained on Beatrice. Both Zoro's lack in alcohol consumption and his laser focus on Bea are things that Sanji notices, not less attentive due to his immense happiness, but he doesn't comment on it for now. 

Every now and then Zoro and Robin exchange conspiratory looks between the two of them - something seems to be worrying them quite a bit, even as everybody else is happily enjoying the celebration.

Chapter 4: Appetizer

Summary:

Bea and Sanji have started going out (and this time both of them are aware of it). What challenges lay ahead for this new couple?

Notes:

I'm so sorry that this took so long for me to write! Christmas time has been horribly busy, but I hope that the chapter's quality will make up for the long wait. We've got enough angst to feed a whole village!   Content warnings: Explicit, talking about Sanji and Bea's sex life (but not actual smut, if ya get me?), harassment, consensual roughhousing and abuse

Throughout the following two weeks, Sanji feels like he's in heaven.  He didn't know that he could possibly become any happier than during his previous time (thinking he was) dating Bea, but it very much is possible. 

Every morning he wakes her up with her favourite snack, tells her that he'd be more than happy to bring her breakfast to her bed if she so wished. 

When he's not busy working in the kitchen he's constantly hovering around her, making sure not to be too intrusive but always at least in close-enough proximity to fulfill her every wish at so much at a word falling from her lips. 

Frankly, Bea does keep him pretty busy. She's incredibly demanding, asking for snacks at the most impossible times, even whenever he's already left the kitchen for the day and is looking forward to winding down with his beautiful girl in his arms. 

But he never complains, not even once. Not whenever she asks him for ridiculous amounts of berri to spend on jewelry (which she doesn't even pretend she'll ever pay him back), not when she tells him that his cooking used to be better (which makes him try to work even harder), not whenever she'll randomly push him out of bed and call him a pervert when all he'd done was hold her close and marvel at her beauty. 

Daft as he may sometimes be around women, Sanji isn't stupid. He's aware of her behaviour not being okay, but he brushes it off as a meager price to pay in order to get to date her. 

One thing he cannot brush off, however, is whenever he sees Bea hang out with Zoro more and more. 

He'll catch her watching the swordsman work out, giving him some of the snacks Sanji had made for her whenever she's already full, talking with Zoro more and more. 

One evening, when Beatrice had promised him that the two of them would hang out after he'd finished washing the dishes, she doesn't show up in his quarters. 

Sanji heads out to the deck looking for her and is about to call out her name when the words die in his throat. 

He can hear Beatrice's laughter echoing down from the crow's nest, the usually so beautiful symphony of her angelic voice tainted by a much deeper, masculine voice. Zoro's. 

Sanji freezes in his tracks. Did she forget about their planned meeting? He knows Zoro's on night watch, so it makes sense for him to be up in the crow's nest. But why is Bea there? 

And what are they laughing about? 

Sanji takes off his shoes, careful not to make a single noise as he starts to ascend the ropes towards the crow's nest. Overhearing a lady's conversation isn't something he thought he'd ever do, but he can't help himself. His heart feels like it's being squeezed to death by a sea king just hearing Bea laughing with Zoro like this. 

It gets worse, however. Once he's close enough to overhear their conversation, his heart actively skips a beat. Then two. Then three. 

Bea's words are so callous, so cruel. "Yeah, and do you see how stupid he looks every time he's fawning over me? Like his nostrils go super wide and honestly he looks more like a pig than a man." She even snickers. 

Zoro's words are a lot more controlled, more held back. "He certainly does look a lot like his wanted poster." 

Sanji's hands tighten around the ropes so tightly that the rope starts cutting into his hands. A shiver goes down his body from thinking of that thrice-cursed ugly wanted poster. 

Bea continues. "And oh my god he's so touchy. Ugh. So annoying. No wonder everyone calls him a pervert. He totally is one. Doesn't keep his hands off of me even for a second when we're in private. If I didn't love him I'd call it harassment." 

This time Sanji is glad for Bea's callous laughter, because it serves well to be loud enough to mask the choked sob that escapes him. It's not true. Is it? He's always made sure to be so polite towards Bea. To ask her multiple times if she was interested in doing anything intimate on each respective night. Respecting her sometimes arbitrary seeming reasons for denying him even basic physical proximity. 

How could she think of him like this? Like his tender, loving touch was harassing. It takes him all he has to remain quiet and surpress his sobs as he hangs there on the ropes, silently crying. 

To his surprise, Zoro's voice can be heard defending him. "Really. He doesn't strike me as the type. More like he'd be too scared to hurt a girl's feelings to even do anything with her in the first place." 

Okay, that's not great either. Zoro's basically calling him a virgin, but still, he's surprised to hear the mosshead defend him in the first place. From his very own girlfriend, no less. 

Bea snorts derisively. "Yeah? I'm still sore. Man doesn't give me any rest at night, like ever. Chopper's given me something to numb the pain, at least, but yeah. He doesn't hold back. He's too much of a pervert to care about his partner's comfort." 

Zoro just huffs in response. 

Sanji's not sure if he can listen to this any longer. That can't be right. It absolutely can't be. He's always been so gentle with Bea. Sure, she'd asked him to be really rough with her a few nights ago, but that was after she'd specifically requested that multiple times. He'd asked for her permission countless times, and every time she'd asked him to hit her he'd felt a piece of his heart crumple and die. 

He wouldn't hit a woman. Ever. But Bea was his girlfriend. And had specifically told him that she was into being hit and mistreated, as being used as less than. So he'd sacrificed his morals, his number one priority, to make her happy. He had cried during the act and felt so utterly repulsed with himself, but Bea hadn't noticed, her back being turned to him. He'd taken the next day off, pretending to be sick, crying bitter tears in his quarters, hating himself for what he'd done. At her request. With her permission. But still, he'd hit a woman. His woman. He didn't deserve to call himself a man anymore. 

And now she was telling Zoro that... what? That he was a mindless brute? Completely indifferent to her well-being and comfort. Had he made her feel this way? But she'd been begging him for some roughhousing. He was a disgusting piece of shit for complying, but that's what she had wanted. Had he missed signs of her secretly telling him to stop? But they had established a safe word, which she hadn't used. His mind is spinning and not only that, it feels like the world is spinning around him. Not the best condition to be in when currently suspended in mid-air, clinging to some ropes. 

He falls. He can't even remember letting go of the ropes, but apparently he has. The last thing he sees is the crow's nest of the Going Merry, getting smaller and smaller in the distance as the air rushes by around him. 

He hits the deck with a resounding thud and then everything turns to black. 

Chapter 5: Salad

Summary:

After falling off the ropes of the Going Merry and hitting the deck hard, Sanji has been unconscious. A little bit of a wholesome Strawhat get-together before we jump into the deep end of angst once again. Content warning: Suicidal suspicions

Notes:

If not for @mere-mortifer, this fic would be receiving far less love from me than it is. Thank you so very, very much for always commenting, you make torturing Sanji through Bea so much more fun and I'm so glad we can enjoy some heavy angst together!   I've decided to throw out another chapter right away! Consider it my apology for being so inconsistent with the updates.

He's dreaming. 

It's a swirl of different dreams, short snapshots of his family and the loneliness he's felt, intermixed with snapshots of his time with the Strawhats, of finally having a found family he could call his own, snapshots of the island he'd spent so much time on in complete isolation, waiting for a ship to come rescue them together with Zeff. And Bea. Beautiful, lovable Bea, the girl he married. He can see the wedding ceremony and the beautiful tiny little girl they had, who inherited Sanji's blonde hair and Bea's beautiful eyes. 

When he finally wakes up from days of laying in a coma he's rather disoriented by being met with Zoro's grey eyes rather than Bea's. He blinks rapidly and groans. "Mosshead?" 

Zoro's previously stoic expression widens into a small, but genuine smile. "Oh thank god, curly brows." 

Before Sanji can even fully register what's happening, big, strong arms have enveloped him and it feels like he's being squeezed to death. He wheezes helplessly as Zoro seems intent on forcing every single bit of air out of his lungs in a crushing hug. 

"C-Can't... can't breathe...", he finally manages to get out, and Zoro's grip lessens. He lets Sanji back down onto the sick bed, and looks at him with a frown. "You had us all worried to death, idiot." 

"What happened?" 

Zoro's gaze darkens. "I'd like you to tell me that. I was out on night watch when suddenly I heard a loud noise. When I checked, you were there, laying on the deck, looking like..." He averts his eyes and his voice quiets down. "Looking like you were dead". 

Sanji's mind is foggy and so is his memory. He frowns. "I- So I fell onto the deck? Why?" 

Zoro grimaces, meeting Sanji's eyes steadily, worry in his. "Bea said you jumped." 

Sanji's eyes widen in shock. "What? She said what? Why would I?"

Zoro shrugs, looking away again. "How the hell should I know? You're the one that was suddenly on the deck. And you'd taken off your shoes. We've all been worried sick." 

"I'd taken off my...? Huh?" 

Zoro shrugs again. "Robin said that that might have some significance, but she wasn't sure." After a short pause he adds. "Do you want me to get you anything? Or should I get Chopper?"

Sanji shakes his head. "No, I'll talk to Chopper later. Have you been here for long?" 

Zoro clears his throat. "Nah. Just thought I'd check in. You've been out cold for five whole days. Obviously I've not been by your side all that time." The forced laugh that comes after sounds so unnatural and so unlike Zoro that Sanji isn't sure if maybe he might still be dreaming. 

"Right. Where's Bea?" 

Zoro looks almost angry at the question. "Fuck if I know. Sorry to tell you, curly brows, but she's not been here once since the first day. Everyone else has been here, taking shifts. Luffy tried to stuff some meat down your throat a few times thinking it would fix you, but we thankfully prevented him from suffocating you like that."

It sounds so much like something Luffy would do that Sanji can't help but smile, even through the pain of knowing of Bea's absence.

Zoro continues. "Nami and Robin were here a lot too. They took turns reading you stories. Chopper said that some of what we say might get through to your subconscious and have a positive effect on your healing. Which isn't a proven theory, he says, but it'd be worth a shot. Anyways, it gave everyone something to do besides just worry about you. Usopp and Luffy were singing you songs about recovering that they made up themselves. You can be glad that you missed that, it was god awful." 

Sanji's brows crease in confusion. "Wait. How do you know all this? If you haven't been here the entire time." 

Zoro stares at him for a few seconds. "Uh. Cause we've been talking about you and what to do all the time. Obviously. Idiot cook." 

"Right." 

The two stare at each other silently until the silence becomes super uncomfortable and they both have to look away. 

Eventually, Zoro gets up. "Right. I guess I'll go get Chopper." 

He leaves quickly. Sanji notices that Zoro's three swords are laying on the sofa in the room, as if Zoro had been sleeping here. Come to think of it, Zoro leaving without taking his swords with him? He must be really out of it. 

Chopper comes in shortly after, beaming at Sanji. "Sanji! I'm so glad you're okay. There wasn't much I could do for you, all that we could do was sit around and wait for you to wake up again. How are you feeling?" 

After letting Chopper check him through thoroughly, Sanji feels like he has to address the elephant in the room. "I- I wouldn't have jumped. You know that, right? You guys are my family. I wouldn't do that to you. Not in a million years." 

Chopper nods and smiles at Sanji. "Yeah. Zoro said the same thing. Honestly, it was only really Bea that believed that theory. Robin was telling us all about the likelihood of suicidal ideation which made everyone super uncomfortable, but I don't think she actually believed in that either. After all, you're our Sanji, right?" Chopper laughs awkwardly, clearly at unease with the topic. 

Sanji reaches over and ruffles the fur on Chopper's head, the reindeer not wearing his signature hat at the moment. "Yeah. I'm your Sanji." 

Chopper seems greatly relieved at the reassurance, bouncing off the chair he'd pulled up. "Right! You can get up any time you want. Might feel a little dizzy at first from your circulation being so out of practise, so please take this cane. I know it looks silly, but just to make sure." Chopper runs to the corner of the room before coming back with a highly overcomplicated-looking metal cane with a few buttons on its side. 

Sanji smiles at Chopper warmly. "Well, if you say so, I'll make sure to use it. I'd be a fool to ignore our awesome doctor's advice after all." 

Chopper beams and flails his body around happily. "Oh shut up, you moron! I can totally see what you're doing, buttering me up. That won't work on me! Hehe." 

Chopper leaves him alone to do as he prefers after that, and Sanji uses the cane to get up. After the initial dizziness, he quickly regains his strength by practising his steps. 

He's feeling a little overwhelmed by everything, but at least his memory is finally clearing up on what had happened before. He'd heard... Zoro talking to Bea. Was that it? It feels right. 

But why would he have fallen? Did Bea see him jump? Is that why she assumes he did? 

He sighs, leaning heavily on the cane as he pauses. Nothing makes sense as of yet. Maybe talking to Bea would solve this mystery. But he can't deny that he doesn't exactly feel excited to talk to Bea. He'd been so eager to see her again right after waking up, but if what Zoro said is true... 

One single visit. In five days? He hates himself for comparing the situation to the reverse, but he would have spent every single waking minute at Bea's bedside. He'd have moved her sick bed into the kitchen to continue watching over her even as he took care of his duties of cooking for the ever-insatiable crew. 

He's not asking for too much. Is he? After all, they're not just friends. Bea is his girlfriend. Or... wife? Where's the image of her at the altar coming from? He shakes his head, feeling confused, but checks his ring finger just to make sure. Nothing. Okay, so he's not married. 

Still, married or not, she should have been there for him more. Is it because she thinks he jumped? Does she resent him for thinking he wanted to leave her behind? 

Sanji feels exhausted. He's slept for five days straight, but he doesn't feel like he has the energy to deal with Bea right now. That thought in and out of itself just drains him even further. That his own girlfriend, someone he loves with all his heart, is a burden to deal with. It makes tears well up in his eyes which he quickly swipes away. Damn fall, making him emotional like this. 

He finally makes his way out of the infirmary, only to immediately be floored by an overly enthusiastic Luffy. "SANJIIIIIII!!!!!! YOU'RE OKAY!" Luffy's basically yelling, wrapping his long rubber arms around Sanji and lifting him back up. His eyes are shining with excitement and relief. 

Sanji huffs. "Not if you send me to the floor like that, I'm not.", but he can't help but start smiling at the infectious energy. And when he looks around, all of the others are there too. Nami, Robin, Zoro, Chopper, Usopp and Luffy have all gathered to welcome him back to the land of the living. 

Robin's many devil fruit arms pass a "get well soon" card over to him, which he takes into his hands, smiling at what appears to be Robin's self-made drawing of some kittens nursing him back to health.

Nami has apparently baked a muffin with some decoration resembling Sanji's hair style which she's holding in her hands on a plate, beaming at him in relief and waving him hello.

Usopp has a manual in his hands about all of the awesome features that Sanji's cane has (which is another great invention by the amazing Captain Usopp TM). 

Zoro steps forward, patting Sanji on the shoulder. "Good to have you back, waiter. Finally we don't need to eat the crappy food Nami and Usopp have been putting together anymore." 

He goes down quickly after suffering a hit by Nami, who shouts at him. "Yeah then you try and make better food yourself next time! You didn't even try to help!" 

Sanji can't help but smile widely. His crew. His family. And when he spots Beatrice making her way towards the group, he feels such a huge weight lift off of him, that he nearly starts crying there and then. 

"Beatrice." He gazes at her lovingly. She's even more beautiful than he remembers her. 

"Hey there. Glad to see you up and about again. Gave us all a good scare." She's smiling back at him, and all of the rest of the world fades away at the sight of it. 

The other Strawhats discreetly slink back, Nami giving Sanji a wink before removing herself from the picture. 

Sanji hesitantly takes a step closer to Bea, but she moves towards him on her own already, pulling him into a big hug. It's a lot more tender and gentle than Zoro's was, this time Sanji can't feel any ribs cracking from the force alone, thankfully. 

The amount of relief he feels at her hug, at the proof that she does care, it's overwhelming. He'd felt so vulnerable, so scared of there being an issue between the two of them since he'd woken up again, but the hug reassures him and makes him feel safe once again. 

"Missed you", he murmurs into her hair, breathing in her scent like a man starved. 

She chuckles. "I thought you've been out cold for the past five days? If anything I was the one missing you." His heart soars with joy just hearing those simple words. 

"Really? You missed me?" 

"Of course I did, you big dummy. I was so scared you weren't going to wake up anymore." 

He rests his chin on top of her head. "I dreamt of you. A lot." 

"Good things, I hope?" 

He huffs. "Of course good things. You're the love of my life, I'd never dream or think ill of you." 

Bea hums. "Just making sure." 

She pulls back and looks at him, smiling. "You must be starving. Come, I made you something." 

He follows her to the kitchen, where everything is in far more disarray than he'd ever let it get to. Never having cooked in his kitchen before Usopp and Nami seem to not have known where to put most of the utensils back, so there a plenty of pans and pots standing around. At least they've been cleaned. 

On one of the kitchen counters lays what appears to be a simple ham and cheese sandwhich, accompanied by a bowl of suspiciously inedible looking salad. Bea presents the two things proudly. "Here! Something with some kick to it and some nutritious vegetables." 

He smiles and thanks her awkwardly, but eats dilligently. There's so much salad dressing that the hair on the back of his neck stands up straight from disgust, but he tries not to let it show and finishes the whole bowl before eating the sandwhich as well. 

He can't wait to get back into the kitchen and save himself from Bea's culinary horrors again. At least the muffin that Nami had made looked really tasty, he's very much looking forward to eating that. Just thinking about how his beloved Nami-Swan took the time and care to bake him something, and even decorate it with a silly piece representing his hair, it could make him swoon with happiness. Unfortunately, he did actually swoon a little bit, earning him a hefty smack on the head from Bea. "What the hell are you thinking about?!" She looks positively vicious, and Sanji is reminded of that phrase he once read in an old book: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned". 

He quickly clears his throat and smiles apologetically. "Sorry, my darling. Your salad is simply swoon-worthy." Her eyes narrow in mistrust, but she lets it go for now. 

Sanji can't help but let out a sigh. It's not been that long, and he's already pissed her off again. Couldn't she at least give him a bit longer of a recovery period before getting mad at him again?

Her furious voice reminds him of something. Something he'd tried to forget. A cruel and callous voice, making a horrible comment. Multiple horrible comments. 

He flinches as if struck, staring at Beatrice. "You told Zoro I'd hurt you." The memory comes rushing back to him. The horrible conversation he'd overheard. Resulting in the fall. 

Beatrice seems a little confused at the sudden change in topic, but quickly gathers herself. "Huh? But you did hurt me, darling. Don't you remember?" Her smile is so sweet, so kind. 

And she's right. He had hurt her, hadn't he? He'd hit her. Multiple times. Out of his own free will. No devil fruit or other outside force controlling his actions. His own hands, striking at her face, her beautiful, beautiful body that he so adored. 

His eyes widen with shock as he remembers it all. Tears well up involuntarily as he stares at her, lips quivering. "Oh god. Oh god, my darling, I'm so sorry. How could I hurt you? How could I do that to you?" 

Bea's eyes become calculating as she fixes him with a glare. "Because you're no more than your base instincts, Sanji. You were like an animal. It's been a week and a half and the bruises are only now disappearing. I had to lie and cover for you to Nami and Robin when they saw them in the shower, you know? The things I do for you." 

He wants to reach out to her, but his hand freezes mid-air. A choked sob escapes his throat as he starts begging. "My darling. Oh god. I don't know why- Why I would do something to you- you deserve so much better, you don't deserve to be treated like that, I'm so sorry, so, so, so damn sorry, please, please forgive me, I can't- I don't-", he trails off, not even knowing what he's saying anymore as his vision becomes blurry due to his tears. 

Beatrice steps closer, her hand finding Sanji's arm and stroking it up and down. "Ssh. It's okay. I forgive you. If you make it up to me." 

He's practically whimpering at this point. "Anything. I'll do anything. Oh god, darling, Beatrice, mon ange, I'm so sorry. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, I don't know how I could treat you this way. You poor, innocent angel. I'm so sorry." 

"Ssh." She shushes him once more. "It's okay, darling. You are but a man, at the end of the day. Barely more than an animal." 

Beatrice guides him to his room, where he falls asleep sobbing desperately against her chest, so eager for the comfort she provides. So desperate for the reassurance that he's not a monster. 

She holds him against her body, speaking soothingly, stroking his back, smiling to herself at just how dependent he's going to become on her from this point forth. 

Chapter 6: Poisson

Summary:

Poisson = Fish in French. These chapter titles are as close to culinary knowledge as I'll ever get. Zoro confronts Sanji.

Notes:

So yeah! Third chapter in one day. Don't ask me how. Guess it's all just one big writing flow. Originally I wanted to make the chapter a little longer, but I don't think there's any more to get out of Zoro's POV right at this moment, so we'll end it there to have a smooth swap back to our dysfunctional couple next time.

Zoro is starting to get seriously worried about Sanji. He's always been a bit stupid in the head - no wonder with ridiculous eyebrows like that - but Beatrice has been a terrible influence on him. And since Sanji's jump, fall, whatever it was, things have only become worse. So much worse. 

Sanji has started bending over backwards for Beatrice at every turn. He's made the crew wait for their meals, has neglected his night shift, even once insulted Robin at Beatrice's command. After which he'd profusely apologized and cooked Robin twenty different snacks to make up for it, but still. 

Sanji has changed, and Zoro's not the only one who can see it. But Zoro is the most worried. 

Nami's mostly shrugged the issue of as Sanji being a simp as per usual and has promised that if things stay the same or get worse, she'll have a word with Beatrice. 

Zoro has been talking to Robin about the issue a lot, but that hasn't exactly been helpful. In fact, it's made Zoro's worries just that much worse, but no wonder, with how many books on abuse and manipulation Robin had produced and started citing. Smart as he may be, Zoro had been completely overwhelmed with the sheer amount of information Robin had provided. Besides, Beatrice was a crewmate. She wouldn't have any reason to want to abuse and manipulate Sanji. She probably just had really shitty manners, social skills and no idea how to act in a relationship. Zoro still thought he'd be able to set her straight with a firm talking-to. 

Sanji has certainly been deaf to Zoro's words, no matter how many times Zoro tried to breach the subject. In fact, Sanji won't talk about Beatrice with him at all. He seems almost... scared, whenever Zoro brings her up. Not scared of Beatrice, but scared of Zoro. He's never acted that way before, and the two of them still bicker and fight normally outside of conversations about Beatrice, so Zoro's got no idea what the hell's going on. 

Zoro thinks back to that conversation he'd had with Beatrice in the crow's nest a lot. After that point, he hadn't really seen Sanji act normally anymore.

How Beatrice had told him all those vile things about Sanji. That he hadn't respected her comfort and properly abused her. Which Zoro doesn't believe any more now than he did then. 

But the true question is - why does Beatrice want him to believe that that is the truth? What on earth would she gain by making Zoro think Sanji was abusive. 

He's been more docile, more obedient towards Beatrice as of late, yes. But abusive? Zoro can't imagine that, no matter how hard he tries. 

As inofficial first mate of the crew, he feels that it is his duty to fix this. Luffy's too much of an airhead to ever suspect one of his friends of doing any evil, so it's up to Zoro. 

Zoro catches Sanji on his own as he's currently fishing on one side of the Going Merry. Luffy and Usopp are fishing on the other side. Zoro grabs his fishing rod and sits down beside Sanji. 

Sanji doesn't acknowledge him, just stares out at the sea. Normally Zoro is the first to enjoy the silence while fishing, but he can't do that today. Not when there are important matters to discuss. 

"Sanji". Saying his name feels strange. He can't remember the last time he'd called him by his name, if ever. It's always been "curly brows", "idiot", "waiter", or some other variation. 

Sanji snaps his head around to look at Zoro, eyes narrowing as he looks at him and the unfamiliar greeting. "Zoro." It's just as jarring hearing his own name back from the blonde's lips. 

The two stare at each other in silence for a short while before Zoro finally continues. "You're not happy." 

He's not even sure why that's what he leads with. All his ideas of how to approach this, carefully talked through with Robin in advance, thrown out for saying something so simple and so stupid. Great job, Roronoa, he chides himself.

"I didn't know you were suddenly an expert on feelings." Sanji's remark lacks its usual bite. It's not an insult, just a neutral observation. 

The two sit and fish in silence for a while until Zoro finally manages to continue. "I'm not. But you... you worry me." 

Sanji scoffs, clearly about to say something like "Since when do you care about me" out of habit, but he stops himself and falls silent. Neither of them are used to this sort of straightforward talk. No usual bickering, no random insults to hurl at each other's heads for once. That they care for each other is a given anyways, making such a remark redundant. 

"There's nothing for you to worry about. I didn't jump." 

"That's not what I mean." 

Sanji scoffs. "Then what are you concerned about?" 

"I don't think Beatrice is good for you." There. Now he's said it. The cat's out of the bag, and as expected, Sanji tenses up. 

"You have no idea what's good for me." Sanji is immediately defensive. Not the best start. 

Zoro sighs deeply. "Sanji. I wouldn't bring this up if I wasn't seriously worried." 

Sanji's fists clench around the fishing rod. "You should be worried for Bea. Not for me." 

Z: "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" 

S: "It means that- oh, whatever. Just forget about it." 

Z: "How am I supposed to forget about that?" 

S: "I don't care. Just... do." 

Zoro huffs in frustration and turns towards Sanji. "Come on, man. Talk to me. I can't help you if you don't-"

Sanji cuts him off and glares at him. "I don't WANT your damn help!"

Zoro falls silent for a few moments. "I think you need help, whether you want it or not." 

Sanji basically snarls and grabs Zoro by his collar quickly. "I don't give a damn what you think. Leave me alone, mosshead." 

He's back to the insults. Back to the safe territory of insults and banter, not willing to open himself up to Zoro. 

Zoro shoves him back. "We're not done talking about this. Sanji." He deliberately uses his name, trying to regain that fragile balance they'd managed to uphold mere seconds ago. 

But Sanji's had it with him. He can't face what he's done. He can't face the fact that Zoro knows about what he did to Beatrice. He can't accept the fact that Zoro knows that he's a monster. Maybe he'll want to tell the crew. Maybe he's looking for Sanji to confess and then he'll tell everyone. And then they'll see him for what he truly is. A monster, a vile pig, a disgrace to his friends, to the crew. 

So Sanji attacks Zoro with a flurry of kicks, sending him flying into the wall a short distance away from them. 

Why didn't he defend himself? He'd had his swords right at his fingertips, and Sanji knows just how quick Zoro is able to draw them, as countless previous sparring sessions have proven to him. 

Yet he just took his kicks.

Zoro groans and sits upright against the wall, holding his stomach in pain. Sanji hadn't held back, attacking Zoro with the usual ferocity, fully expecting Zoro's quick response and blocking of the kicks. 

Luffy and Usopp come rushing over from the other side of the ship. Luffy yells. "What the hell happened?" 

Sanji just stands there, hands in the pockets of his trousers, staring at Zoro without a word. Zoro gets up and comes over to them. "Nothing. Nothing happened." 

But his face is still twisted in pain. Sanji can't stand to see Zoro like that so he snaps at him. "Why the hell didn't you parry my kicks, shitty swordsman?"

Zoro's eyes fix on Sanji's and he snaps back. "Cause I was talking to you, not fighting you, you damned moron." 

Usopp tries to make peace between the two. "Now calm down, both of you, I'm sure if we just-" 

"Oh shut the hell up, longnose.", Sanji snaps. Everyone falls silent. It's increasingly obvious just how much Sanji has changed over the course of the past few weeks. 

Luffy frowns. "Sanji. Zoro. Why?" 

Zoro grimaces. "I was trying to have a serious conversation with him."

Sanji barks back. "I never agreed to having a conversation with you." 

Luffy looks between the two, clearly at a loss for what to do. Emotional intelligence isn't exactly his strong suit, after all. 

Eventually he settles for a diplomatic: "You need to fix this. Between you. Whatever it is." 

Then he strolls off to rejoin Usopp. 

Sanji and Zoro are left standing there. Finally, Sanji relents. "Want me to get some ice for your stomach?"

"I'll live. I'd rather you talked to me." 

Sanji's gaze darkens. "I overheard you and Bea on the crow's nest."

"I don't believe her. The things she said about you. I don't believe a word of it." 

"Well, you should." 

Zoro's face falls. He'd expected anything but that. "No. I don't- You wouldn't." 

"I would. And I did." 

"No. Sanji. There's no way." Zoro tentatively reaches his hand out towards Sanji, unsure of what he even wants to do with it. 

"There is a way. That's who I am. Just look at yourself." Sanji points to Zoro's stomach where his kicks are bound to leave a few ugly bruises. 

"No. This is... This is Beatrice's fault. This isn't you." 

"Blaming the victim, are you? How mature of you." It's a low blow, and Sanji knows it. But the words are out before he can stop them, hurt flashing across Zoro's face. 

Zoro clenches his fists. "Dammit. Stop. Stop being someone else for her. You're acting the exact way she paints you out to be. Can't you see that?" 

Sanji scoffs. "The way she paints me out to be? You're being delusional. She's told you who I am. Who I've always been. You're just too damn stubborn and stuck in your preconceived notions to realise it." 

Zoro shakes his head. "No. I don't believe it. I'm not going to let her convince me of that too, even if she's got you fully subscribed to the idea." 

Sanji's eyes flash with anger. "Then be delusional. Just... just stay away from me. I don't want your sympathy and I damn well don't deserve it."

Zoro looks after him helplessly as Sanji departs. 

Chapter 7: First main course

Summary:

With a chapter title that imposing I feel a little pressured to produce a good chapter. Sanji and Zoro work to overcome their differences.

Notes:

We're stepping on cannon material now. I'm going off of my memory alone because I want this work to remain independent and not lose itself in making sure to be 100% accurate to the manga / anime, so if I remember things wrong, then hooray for unique plot. Is it the fourth chapter in one day? Yes. Do I know how to restrain myself? No. Will there eventually have to be a horribly long break again? Please no. Content warnings: Mention of harassment, violation, Beatrice's usual shenanigans

Things haven't been so merry anymore aboard the Going Merry. Not since the huge fight between Sanji and Zoro. 

They've barely spoken to each other since besides a few obligatory words and Zoro's "thank you"s when being given food by Sanji. 

Beatrice had asked Sanji for another session of roughhousing. At this point, Sanji barely even felt like he had a choice anymore. He was a monster, he was scum. He beat women, he didn't differentiate between gender, nor between whether or not he was in love with whom he hurt. He's glad Zeff can't see him as he is now. He knows the old geezer would be more than disappointed. He'd be thoroughly appalled. He'd probably tell him that a monster like him could never be his son. That he regretted saving him. That he regretted sacrificing his leg for Sanji. 

Sanji loses weight. A considerable amount. Nami and Robin try to talk to him, but Beatrice punishes him harshly every time he speaks to them by denying him physical proximity as well as the love and affection he so craves. So he avoids Nami and Robin when they try to speak to him. Every now and then a hint of the old Sanji will surface and he'll swoon over them, but those ocassions become more and more rare. 

Even Luffy has been trying to talk to him and fix things. But it's always a stalemate with him. Luffy believes in Sanji and won't listen to Sanji talk himself down. So they get nowhere. 

Usopp and Chopper try to talk to Sanji as well, but Beatrice intervenes before they manage to have any effect. She tells them that Sanji is going through a very difficult time after hitting her, and that he needs to be left alone for now. The two of them want to do what's best for Sanji, so they comply. 

In turn, Sanji is completely isolated. The only person he has left is Beatrice. The Strawhats feel more divided than ever and what was once a joyful crew is now filled with mistrust. 

Zoro and Luffy start having long conversations with each other. They both know that this isn't right, that something needs to be done. But they simply don't know what to do. 

Things get even worse when they come across a small island where they meet Marine Admiral Aokiji. A fight breaks out during which Zoro, Luffy and Robin become frozen, encased in ice. 

Zoro had taken the hit for Sanji, and in turn, Sanji feels even worse. He feels useless, like he's barely worth the title of fighter on the crew anymore, his reduced weight and stamina subtracting from the power of his kicks. He watches over Zoro the entire time while he is encased in ice. He feels terrible for Luffy and Robin as well, but it's worst with Zoro. Zoro's condition he feels personally responsible for. He spends day and night hugging the ice statue that Zoro has become, hoping to warm him up as quickly as possibly with his own body heat whenever the shower stall is occupied with trying to save Luffy and Robin. 

One morning after a long night spent hugging the ice-cold Zoro he wakes up to find a lot of fluffy fur surrounding him. Apparently Chopper had changed into another one of his forms - the "cuddle point", judging by the look of him - to make sure Sanji wouldn't become too cold during the night. The sight and knowledge of his crewmate's care for him brings a bittersweet smile to Sanji's lips. 

He removes himself from the bed, letting Chopper hug Zoro instead. He knows the reindeer won't mind the coldness of the ice, or at least he assumes so. He gazes down at his crewmates wistfully before returning to his own quarters. While he loves Chopper for looking out for him, he simply doesn't feel deserving of it anymore. 

The next morning, he's woken up by screaming aboard the ship. It's Usopp, shouting "THEY'RE AWAKE! THEY'RE ALIVE! OH MY GOOOOOOODDDDD!!!" 

Sanji immediately rushes over to the infirmary, where Luffy is already up and about, demanding meat, while Robin is sitting up in bed with a gentle smile on her face. His heart sings with joy seeing the two of them alive and well, but his eyes immediately train on Zoro who's sitting on the edge of his sick bed, yawning. 

He can't help himself. It's like his feet have a mind of their own, carrying him over to Zoro before he can stop them. He pulls Zoro into a massive hug, burying his face against his shoulder. 

"You idiot.", he mumbles. "Don't go tanking hits for me like that." 

Zoro just huffs, mildly surprised, but is quick to return the hug. 

It's their first real interaction since their fight. Sanji had constantly worried over their fight being the last time he'd ever spoken to Zoro. His mind had spiralled and practically gone mad with worry and grief. It would all have been his fault. 

To get to hug Zoro once more, to get to insult him, it's more than he thought he'd get. So when the tears come, he doesn't stop them. 

Zoro doesn't react in the slightest, just keeps on holding him tightly in the hug. Sanji feels incredibly grateful for Zoro's stoic demeanor in that moment, this way none of the crew need to see his tears or get to see his trembling frame in the first place. 

They stay intertwined like that even once the others have cleared out of the room, Luffy eager to raid the pantry (which Sanji doesn't even care about whatsoever for once) and Robin eager to give the two some time to talk to one another. 

Once he's at least somewhat calmed down, Sanji speaks up hesitantly. "I think you were right. I do need help. I- I keep getting worse." 

Zoro doesn't say much. Just: "I'm here." But it's all Sanji needs in that moment. He doesn't need big proclamations. He doesn't require some intricate exclamations that he knows Zoro would never be able to provide in the first place. All he needs is for Zoro to be there. And he is. 

After Sanji has calmed down and his sobs have quieted down somewhat, Zoro speaks up again. "Thank you. For trusting me." 

Sanji nods and gives Zoro a small, teary smile. "Thank you for becoming an ice statue for me." 

Zoro gives him a lopsided, shit-eating grin. "I like taking long naps." 

"Idiot". 

"You're the idiot." 

"True." 

Sanji eventually huffs. "We look like a couple." 

Zoro scoffs. "Well, we're more affectionate than you and that damn girlfriend of yours." 

Sanji doesn't protest. He feels safe with Zoro. Far safer than he's felt with Beatrice in a very long while. But he can't help but crack a small joke regardless. "No homo." 

Zoro actually laughs at that. "No homo." 

Sanji moves back, awkwardly situated in Zoro's lap as he looks up at the other man's eyes earnestly. "I- I'd like to lay off the fighting with you for a while entirely. Like not even any play-fights. Is that okay with you?" 

Zoro nods immediately. "Yeah. Sure. Guess you're tired of losing." 

Sanji can't help but grin. "In your dreams, marimo." Then he sighs and settles in comfortably with his flank to Zoro's stomach, head resting against his chest. "Hold me for a while." 

It's not exactly a plea, but not quite a demand either. Zoro complies either way, wrapping his arms around Sanji once more. "I got you." 

"I don't want to be so alone anymore. I've always felt like that was the difference between my fami- between before I met the crew, and being with the crew. That noone was ever alone. But now everyone feels so split apart and it sucks and I can't- it's hurting me.", Sanji confesses. 

"I'm here." Those two simple words again. The inflection slightly different, but the meaning is clear. Sanji won't need to feel alone anymore. He's got his best friend by his side. His demons won't be easy to fight, but who better to fight them with than the demon swordsman himself? He shakes his head and chides himself for being so cheesy. 

Zoro speaks carefully and slowly. "Tell me about how you hit Bea." 

Sanji tenses up. Is this conditional? Will Zoro take back his offer of being there whenever he confesses? "She- she said that was something she liked. In an intimate context. Th-that it turned her on whenever I hit her." 

Zoro scoffs. "And you just did what she asked? How spineless are you?" 

Sanji's completely rigid in Zoro's arms by this point. That's it. The thing he'd feared. Zoro's gonna hate him for this. They'll all hate him for this. "I-I wanted to make her happy, even if it was through that horrible way." 

Zoro sighs and his grip on Sanji tightens. "Damned moron. Just like you to make yourself unhappy for a damned girl. Throwing away all your core values."

Sanji's words are just as stiff as his body. "I don't need your judgement." 

"Yeah, well, you're getting it." 

They fall silent for a while after that. Zoro eventually breaks the silence. "So you never truly hit her. Not in the way she was trying to make it look like." 

"For all intents and purposes, I did in fact-" Sanji is cut off as Zoro's hand comes to rest over his mouth. "Shut up and listen to me." 

Sanji glares at him through narrowed eyes but doesn't fight against Zoro's hold on him. Zoro continues. "You did as she asked you to. If you weren't such a damn chivalrous moron this would never even have been an issue in the first place. I can't believe it escalated into something this big. Look at us. Whole crew's in fucking shambles. Just because of your sex life. How stupid is that?" 

There's something about the way Zoro had phrased that. Or maybe Sanji is simply becoming hysterical. Either way, he can't fight back a strained laugh escaping him. 

Zoro scoffs. "Yeah. Laugh it up. Idiot. Beatrice told the whole fucking crew that you were an abusive dickhead. That you basically violated her. What the fuck is her problem?" 

Sanji falls silent at that, staring down into the ground. When he speaks he's got himself under control again, speaking quietly. "I don't know, Zoro. I don't know. I've been trying to do everything I can to make her happy. I- I know I'm a horrible person for hitting her and that I should never have done what I did. B-but I'd never- I'd never have done anything she wasn't okay with. I asked for her permission so many times, please, you've got to-" 

Zoro shushes him by cradling him in his arms. "Shuddup. I never doubted you." 

"Never?" 

"Never." 

"What about when-" 

"Never." 

"Okay. I'll shut up." 

"Didn't think you had a brain cell in that huge head of yours." 

"I hate you." 

Notes:

Notes: Zoro only got frozen because of Sanji's reduced fighting strength. If Sanji was at 100% performance, things would have happened like they did in the series. Beatrice's manipulations are starting to take their toll on the Strawhat crew.   Mock summary: Sanji finds out that he has better shipping chemistry with Zoro than with his own girlfriend. He curses the author for saddling him with someone as dysfunctional as Beatrice and wishes to ride off into the sunset with Zoro. Mock summary 2: When all feels broken apart, a certain green-haired swordsman gets up, says "Nothing Happened" and everyone gets to move on. After writing their banter (and it being 4:22 AM) I feel way too unserious to continue on writing angst. Maybe that's why this became more of a wholesome ZoSan bonding time than more BeaSan angst. Oh well. Consider this a filler episode, maybe. Depending on how it'll continue.

Chapter 8: Palate cleanser

Summary:

Contrary to what I said before, I am going to go along with the cannon plot in regards to Water 7. I really like the arc and I can already see plenty of opportunities to weave in distaster and drama. Yay! Plus, I'll take any excuse to rewatch One Piece ^-^

"Look! That frog is doing the front crawl!" 

"Are you kidding?! Frogs don't do front crawls!"

"Well then look for yourself!" 

Beatrice yawns as she hears the commotion from the crew. She's currently resting on a sofa, legs put up on a stool in front of her, Sanji massaging her feet. 

It's a good look on him. Some men really were made to serve. Although she must admit that this one is almost boringly subservient. Never even fights back. 

It's a good thing, but she is starting to get a little bored with him. Maybe she should flirt with Zoro a little. Stir up some drama between those two. She's noticed how close Sanji and Zoro have been lately again and she does not like it one bit. After all the work she had put in to separate Sanji from the rest of the crew and the stupid swordsman comes in and ruins all of her efforts. Such a nuisance. 

Now that is one man who is no good to her at all. Shame that he's so strong. She'd love to dispose of him one way or another. 

He's been talking with Robin so much more lately, and he's been giving Beatrice dirty looks. He's probably plotting something. Best keep your enemies close, she ought to find out what it is he's planning. He doesn't appear particularly smart, how hard could it possibly be? That man can't even follow a straight road. 

Sanji smiles up at her softly and asks. "Would you like to see what-" 

But he's abruptly cut off as the entire ship shakes. It appears they've run into something. 

"What the hell?" Sanji frowns and wants to get up, but Beatrice calls him back. "Sanji. They can deal with it on their own. Stay." 

At least he's obedient. His one benefit, boring as he may be. "Okay, mon ange. As you wish." 

"Hard to starboard! We're gonna crash! Oh god!", Nami's panicked voice can be heard from above. 

Sanji shudders. It's so hard for him to ignore Nami's calls, but Beatrice ordered him to stay so stay he must. Else he'll lose Bea's affections again. He can't risk that. 

Loud noises can be heard from outside. If that wasn't just absolutely ridiculous Sanji would assume what he's hearing is a train. But they're out on sea, how could there possibly be a train? 

More panicked screaming can be heard from above as Nami orders around the crew to avoid the certain crash with what does decidedly sound like a train. 

The entire ship is thrown around as they can feel it plummet into the waves. Bea nearly falls off of the sofa, but Sanji manages to catch her in his arms just in time. 

He's very happy with himself for getting to save her, grinning stupidly as he loses himself in another fantasy of being her knight in shining armor, when Bea snaps him out of it. 

"Hey. Go check what's up." 

Sanji sighs, sad to have his romantic moment interrupted so soon, but he lets go of Bea after giving her cheek a small, affectionate kiss, as he heads out on deck to check what's up. 

He returns not long after, letting Beatrice know about Granny Kokoro and Luffy's plans to hire a shipwright in Water 7. 

Beatrice nods. "An island full of shipwrights, huh? Well that's good. I doubt that there are many female shipwrights. At least you'll be loyal to me for once." 

Sanji flinches as if struck. "Mon ange. I'm always loyal to you." 

Beatrice rolls her eyes and fixes him with a glare. "Are you, now? You were awfully cozy with Zoro the other day." 

Sanji's jaw goes slack and his cigarette falls out of his mouth. "W-with Zoro? Awfully cozy? What are you trying to say, darling?" 

Beatrice narrows her eyes at him. "That you're a little close for comfort with the swordsman. What's up with that?" 

Sanji splutters, turning slightly red as he defends himself. "Nonsense, chérie. I don't swing that way. Besides, you're the only one I love. Why would I want the shitty swordsman of all people when I have you?" 

Beatrice gives him another glare before leaning back on the sofa. "You tell me. I'd prefer if you didn't get so cozy with him all the time. One could think the two of you were in love." 

Sanji's frown deepens and so does his blush. "That's nonsense, darling. You're seeing things." 

Luffy, Nami and Usopp head out to go trade in the gold from Skypeia as Beatrice, Sanji, Zoro, Robin and Chopper stay behind. 

Robin lets everybody know about some of the island's specialities, like the fact that plenty of Water 7 can only be accessed through water canals and that the inhabitants use small boats pulled by animals to get around. 

Sanji's immediately twirling around happily. "Oh! We could have a romantic little getaway, just the two of us, Rob- Beatrice, sweet!" His initial course of twirling had been towards Robin but he catches himself just in time and swerves back around towards Beatrice. 

Beatrice is thankfully too busy glaring at Zoro to pay him much mind. "Sounds like a place that's easy to get lost in." 

Zoro huffs and fires back at her. "Yeah? Make sure you don't get lost then. I'd be happy to leave you behind." 

Sanji stops his twirling, looking between the two of them in horror. Things are never usually this hostile amongst the crew. In fact Zoro has always been the one looking out for everyone and making sure they get along, but now he's the one antagonizing Beatrice. 

Chopper is silent, looking uncomfortable with the hostility present, and Robin just views the scene silently. 

Beatrice scoffs. "Some first mate you are. Do you want us all to jump ship?" 

Zoro's glare is unwavering. "Nah. Just you." 

Sanji clears his throat awkwardly. "I-I'm sure marimo doesn't mean it like that, mon ange." 

Zoro scoffs at that. "Damn right I mean it like that. I'm sick and tired of your bullshit, Bea." 

Beatrice snarls, drawing her lips back like a feral animal. "Yeah? And what is it you're doing? Trying to abuse your higher position to turn everybody against me. You just have something against me personally so you try and manipulate everyone on the crew to your favor. Don't think I don't know what you're doing." 

Sanji tries to intervene. "Please, both of you, calm down. I'm sure that if we just settle down and think this over we can work this out in some way. Okay? Set aside our differences. We're part of this crew, no matter if we all like each other or not." 

Sanji gives a pointed glance to Zoro who just shrugs and crosses his arms as he replies. "Not all of the members of this crew seem to be focused on the well-being of the others here, though." 

Beatrice bares her teeth in what barely qualifies as a smile. "Says the person who only cares about playing with swords and napping all day." 

Sanji sighs. "Chérie, please. Let's not fight each other, okay? I'll make you a nice lovely cocktail and grab a lounger for you. The weather's lovely today, isn't it?" 

It's a weak attempt to distract everybody, but he hopes that it'll work. 

Zoro seems to have had enough of the discussion as he just scoffs and heads off (presumably to take yet another nap.) 

Chopper quickly excuses himself to prepare some medicine in his office as Robin heads off to drink some coffee as well. 

Beatrice turns to Sanji. "He's impossible, isn't he? Making me feel so unwelcome here. I already feel like I don't belong with how I'm the newest crew member." She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout, looking up at Sanji helplessly. 

He could absolutely melt when she looks all innocent and cute like that, so he nods, eager to please her. "Yes, sweetheart. I'm so sorry he said those mean things to you. You don't deserve that at all. Would you like me to have a word with him?" 

Beatrice shakes her head. "No. He'll continue to hate me no matter what. I just know he will. There's no use." Her bottom lip is actually quivering now. Sanji can feel himself getting a little weak in the knees. 

"Oh, mon amour. I'm so sorry. He's such a brute, you don't deserve to be treated like that at all." 

Beatrice nods in affirmation. "Honestly, Zoro reminds me a lot of my abusive ex. They're very similar in a lot of ways." 

Sanji's eyes widen in shock. "Z-Zoro... reminds you of your ex?" 

Sanji's mind starts spinning. So her ex must have been somebody Beatrice was attracted to once upon a time. If Zoro is like the ex, then is he also somebody that Beatrice finds herself attracted to? Surely she wouldn't prefer the shitty swordsman over him though. Right? There's no way. No woman could possibly love a ball of moss that only rarely bathes more than once a week. 

Beatrice nods solemnly. "A little, yeah. They both have these little habits, you know? Because of that, I don't feel safe around Zoro. To hear him say those awful things about me as well... it just makes everything so much worse." 

Sanji nods, eager to please and agree with her. "I get it. I really should have a word with him, then." 

Bea shakes her head again. "No, like I said, forget about it. There's no use."

Now it's Sanji's turn to pout. "But I need to make you feel happy and welcome on the ship. How am I supposed to do that when you feel so unsafe around Zoro?" 

Beatrice lets out a long suffering sigh. "Well. There's only one thing I could think of. But I'm asking for too much really." 

Sanji perks up eagerly. "Anything, my love. I'll do anything you ask of me." 

Beatrice bats her eyelashes up at him. "If you spent less time with him, I'd cross paths with Zoro less, of course. Then he wouldn't get to be mean to me as much." 

Sanji gulps, his throat suddenly dry. "Y-you mean it's my fault for hanging out with Zoro? That he'd leave you alone if I didn't hang out with him so much?"  

"Exactly. But of course I can't ask something like that of you. He's your best friend, after all." Beatrice's coy expression is tugging at Sanji's heartstrings. 

"No, no, that's okay. He's just a shitty swordsman, we're not that close anyways." 

Beatrice's eyes widen in faux shock. "Really? I always thought you were close. With how much time you spend together." 

Sanji forces a smile and shakes his head. "Nah, we just want to bash each other's heads in most of the time. No wonder we argue so much, right? Hah." 

Beatrice hums in contentment. "That's great to hear. Then spending less time around him won't affect you at all. I'm glad, Sanji. I wouldn't want to be a burden on you or those you consider friends. But if you don't care for Zoro anyways then this won't even be an issue to begin wtih." 

Sanji feels like he's skating on ice for the first time. Everything feels far too slippery right now and he's unsure of how to regain his balance of managing his relations with the crew while also pleasing Beatrice at the same time. "Of course you're not a burden, sweetheart. You could never be a burden. You come first. Always." 

I'll keep updating the fic on here once I keep writing, but AO3 is a lot more reliable in terms of actually getting updates first!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58304974/chapters/158023099#workskin

Portgas D. Ace - Animation

Spoilers for Marineford.

"The Wisp Sings"

Sleep well knowing you are loved

Taking One Piece drawing requests as I want to procrastinate working on my PMV that has already been in the works for way too long!!

+ A little sneak peek for the designs of said PMV.

I love them all so much!! I need way more content with the Hearts ^-^

Little heart pirates - (they're pulling off a heist)

I started drawing them without any real plan but it turned into a whole thing. Using their meagre little origin story and just imagining freely from there. So, it's been about a year since they met. Penguin (16) is in the middle of an awkward growth spurt and desperately needs to get new coat but it hasn't been a priority. Shachi (15) should also invest in a new outfit. Hopefully there's something worth selling in that bag he's carrying. Law (14) is also growing, for the first time in his entire lead-infused life, and has optimistically gotten himself a pair of jeans made for someone twice his current height. Aim high! Bepo (10) is wearing shorts in the winter, because he likes it.

Those were some notes on their outfits. The point though, is that they've just pulled off their first major heist as a team and now they have a treasure map that might make them incredibly rich!! Rich enough to upgrade from the creaky little rowboat I imagine they've been using to get between bleak little winter islands.

Toy Corazon design

For my Corazon Lives AU where Doffy makes Sugar save his life by turning him into a toy.

Law forgets all about Corazon, Doflamingo does too but Sugar makes sure to remind him.

Corazon then has to work in the palace under Doflamingo's supervision.

Will expand on the idea in the future, once I'm ready for that much angst in my life.

Onigiri's Hedgehog Adventures!

Shadowart - One Piece Trafalgar Law Donquixote Doflamingo Donquixote Rosinante

I made an Onigiri Shimeji!!

Download it here: Google Drive!

(link for desktop application: https://kilkakon.com/shimeji/ + you need java as well)

Doflamingo X OC Sofia! 2 variants.

Every morning he combs her hair with his strings! At the start he still had to use two hands but now he's so practised he can do it one-handed.

The background is from google, a free-for-use commercial one!

And then this is the simple background version.

Kidd Pirates Month Stories - Part 1

Oneshot Prompts

Most of these chapters / days have been self-sufficient, apart from "Modern AU", where I just kept on going and going to avoid prompts I didn't want to write about. I think I'll post that one separately.

Content warnings: Plenty of cursing. Kid pirates being Kid pirates.

New beginnings - Day 1

Severely injured, stranded and alone, Kidd makes a landing on a mysterious island. Spoilers for 1100s!!

Pain. He’s in so much pain. There’s blood smeared all over his body and he’s pretty sure that there’s something wrong with his left eye, his vision is blurry at best and black spots keep dancing in front of him. Nevertheless, he pushes himself off of the cold shore he stranded at. This must be some cold winter island, the ground he laid on felt completely frozen, leaving his skin where the clothing had been shredded to burn painfully.

Where are the others? The thought strikes him with a searing intensity. He’s captain, he shouldn’t be focusing on himself more than his crew. He grimaces, his neck hurting when he turns his head to look around.

There’s nothing. Just this awfully cold surface that feels like ice but not entirely. Some freakish oddity of the New World, or so he assumes.

This supposed “ice” raises high into mountain-scapes far taller than the Victoria Punk, circling around at the end like waves. The Victoria Punk. What happened to her? Her and the crew. Did they make it out? Are any of them even still alive? He curses, the sound fading to nothing in the vastness of the space he’s in. Where the hell is he gonna go from here?

This island doesn’t look inhabitable in the least. Unless there are some sort of animals living on this ice, he’s gonna starve to death if he doesn’t freeze first.

But even if there are any animals, he’s going to have to be careful. He glances down at his left arm, ending right below the arm stump where his metal arm had been before that cursed battle. Judging by the look of this island he’d be lucky to find any metal in the vicinity to build anything with.

He tries pulling any closeby metal to him, but stumbles back when he’s met with a metal presence so strong it feels like he’s the one being pulled towards it instead of the other way around. He narrows his eyes, staring into the direction of where he can feel the presence’s location, but he can’t see anything. Thick clouds hang low over the island, making sure he can only see the mountains around him.

He's never felt a presence that strong. The metal must either be of a special quality, imbued with some type of Haki or devil fruit he’s unfamiliar with, or just be really incredibly large.

But maybe he can use this phenomenon to his advantage. Looking back, there’s nothing but the empty, wide ocean around him. Not even any signs of the Victoria Punk having been wrecked, no debris swimming around and most worryingly, none of his crewmates either.

He focuses on pulling the metal towards him again, and just like he suspected, he’s actually the one being pulled towards it. He intensifies the pull, until it’s so strong that it actually starts to overcome gravity in pulling him upwards.

This might be a terrible idea, but what has he got to lose at this point? He’s barely alive as it is, if he doesn’t find help soon that’ll be it for him.

Given his state of exhaustion it’s difficult, making sure the magnetic pull is strong enough to pull him in while also not crashing into any of the ice mountains and blocks around him in his flight. He has to take longer and longer breaks as his journey continues.

Eventually he’s made it far enough for the clouds not to intercept his vision anymore. An involuntary tremble of a mix of both excitement and fear runs through him as he views the large longsword before him in the distance.

Large isn’t even the right expression. It’s so huge that Kidd has to crane his neck to follow its sheath upwards, and even then the continuation of the sword is obstructed by green foliage.

Just where the hell is he? Is he even still alive? Is this all just a dream or a fever hallucination caused by the severity of his injuries? There’s no way a sword that large should exist. Because if there is a sword of that size, there would need to be a forge large enough to house it. Beside the smith needing to make it and a wielder to carry it.

Even giants wouldn’t be cut out for the task, and Kidd absolutely hates how small and insignificant this huge-ass longsword is making him feel.

But nonetheless he carries on, letting himself fly towards the large sword which he later learns goes by the name of “Sumarrbrandr”, a sword which would shape his destiny more than he’d ever have had the gall to imagine.

Kidd Pirates as Kids - Day 2

“Ow!”, he yells, immediately drawing back the finger which he’d gotten squeezed in between two metal parts of his newest invention. He curses as he puts his finger under freezing cold running water to soothe the pain. The piece he’s currently working on has been incredibly hard to make, but it’s all going to be worth it. Now if these damn joints just finally stopped popping off…

Three hours later, he’s bathed in sweat but entirely content with the end results. He tests out the fluidity of the motions before making sure to pack his newest invention carefully, after all it’s a gift for a very special person and he definitely doesn’t want anything to fall apart on his way to her.

When he arrives, he does so at the same time as Killer. They’d both ridden their old run-down bicycles here. Killer also has a big package with him, but by the smell of it, it’s more of the edible kind.

While Killer is part of a rival gang on the island, Kidd doesn’t really dislike him. Killer’s pretty cool, actually, Kidd just can’t say that to his face or he’ll think he’s all that.

After a short dispute of who gets to go through the door first, they finally arrive at the hideout of the one and only Victoria. This place is a peace-zone between all the four gangs led by Kidd, Killer, Heat and Wire on the island, where Victoria reigns supreme.

Kidd and Killer, who are both in love with her, have been trying their damned hardest to get her to join their respective gangs, but to no avail so far. Every single time Kidd asks her to join his gang – and he asks her that a lot – she says that him and Killer should merge their groups, and then she’ll join. Which of course Kidd can’t do. Asking Killer to do that would basically mean submitting and asking anything of Killer. Which would put Kidd in a lower position than Killer, and there’s no way he’s gonna have anyone above him in the hierarchy.

Not even if said person makes some killer food. Pun intended, or so Killer says every time. Kidd rolls his eyes each time he has to hear that, but somehow that bastard makes Victoria laugh with his cheesy lines. 

Which is totally stupid. Kidd should be the one making her laugh, not that freaking long-haired, blonde good-for-nothing. Seriously, what self-respecting man has long hair like that? Totally stupid. Not that he's ever gonna say that again.

The first time he'd done that, after getting into a huge fist-fight with each other Killer hadn't shown up at their meetings for a whole week, after which he'd reappeared with hair that he insisted he hadn't cut, but it was pretty obvious to everyone that he had. 

The peace between them is rather fragile, but for the most part, they manage to get along. Even though they're constantly fighting over it, they're somewhat okay with sharing Victoria's affections. Begrudgingly. Kind of. 

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But things change with time, as they always do. A group of criminals docks at the island, trying to take control over Kidd's island. Well, the island he technically shares with Killer, Heat and Wire. But still, mostly Kidd's island. He's the coolest out of the four of them, after all. 

Things take a turn for the worse as the newly arrived criminals start terrorizing the towns of the island. Kidd calls in for an emergency meeting with his gang, receiving intel on these new threats from his trusty scouts. 

The criminals don't seem particularly organized, but they have the numbers, plus they're all grown-ups, which gives them a boost in strength over his own group. It might be time to do something he'd much rather avoid. 

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Once they've all assembled around the table at Victoria's place, Kidd stands up and speaks up. He fixes Victoria, Killer, Heat and Wire with a passionate glare. "We need to do something. These criminals are terrorizing the towns. Towns that are ours to terrorize. Not theirs. I propose an alliance. We can't just stand and watch as they ruin everything." 

Heat and Wire exchange a look, nodding in agreement. They had already spoken to one another about something of the sort, but hadn't been brave enough to approach the oftentimes volatile Kidd.

Killer frowns. "An alliance. Then who's gonna call the shots? One person will have to. If we just command our respective groups on our own it'll be chaos."

Kidd immediately preens. "Well, obviously that should be me." Heat and Wire speak up loudly in protest and everyone starts arguing until Victoria slams her hands on the table. "Shut up! All of you." 

The boys fall silent but keep glaring at one another. Victoria sighs. "You're the same as always. Bickering and bickering for no good reason at all. I'm gonna call the shots." 

Everyone turns and stares at her in complete and utter bewilderment. Heat sputters. "B-but... you're a girl. What do you know about fighting?", prompting him to immediately receive two hits from both Kidd and Killer who glare at him furiously. 

Killer: "She's twice the man you are, bastard!"

Wire tries to deescalate. "Calm down, both of you. What Heat's trying to say is that all four of us have experience in leading our gangs. Victoria doesn't." 

Victoria nods. "Yeah, but while that's true, me not leading one of your gangs means that I don't have my head full of nonsensical competition, like all of you do. And what we need to beat these little shits is unity. Which none of you are capable of, I'm pretty sure. Hence I'll be our shot-caller."

Kidd clearly wants to protest, but he doesn't know how to do it without being as offensive as Heat was, so he stays silent, his head progressively turning more and more red. 

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Things somewhat work out. The four gangs manage to unite and defeat the intruders, but Victoria takes a serious hit during the course of the battle because she had insisted fighting at the front like all of the other gang leaders. Beyond countless broken bones she loses sight in her left eye, giving her a nasty scar right on her face. 

Her recovery is slow and gruelling, but she does recover, much to the relief of Kidd and Killer. 

She starts to hate the way she looks now, trying out some eyepatches to cover up until finally deciding to wear a helmet instead. Kidd never tires of telling her that she's still beautiful even with the large scar and her blind eye, now fogged over and staring into nothingness, but Victoria doesn't listen. 

Killer tells her the same things, but once she decides to don the helmet, he gives up on trying to fix her self-esteem, and instead makes another helmet just like hers, which he then starts wearing. He makes some for Kidd, Heat and Wire as well. Heat and Wire wear them at first but grow tired of it, while Kidd doesn't want to hide his face away like a coward in the first place. 

As the island returns to a somewhat peaceful state, Kidd manages to convince everybody to start a pirate crew and leave home behind. 

Seeing as he'd been the only one strong enough to take down the leader of the invaders Kidd gets to become captain, while Victoria becomes first mate, with Killer, Heat and Wire all getting to be officers. Kidd promises them that once they're a big crew they'll get to lead the divisions of their grand fleet. Though he makes Killer promise that he'll always stay on the main ship, because he'd rather not be missing out on his awesome cooking skills. Or his best friend, but that part is left unsaid. 

Besides, they are both kind of dating Victoria now, so it'd be unfair to send Killer off elsewhere. As much as Kidd wants her all for himself, he cares for his best friend way too much to want to ruin things between them. 

Victoria undergoes plenty of training to become strong enough to be worthy of the position Kidd bestowed upon her. 

But even with plenty of training under her belt, she still doesn't take the helmet off. 

Her and Killer become known as the massacre soldiers, a formidable duo of sword fighters that tend to fight back-to-back, only surpassed in strength by their captain alone. 

Victoria Lives AU - Day 3

They've made it to the New World. It's been one huge hassle trying to get here, but they're finally here now. 

Kidd is currently crucifying some moron who had wanted to go back home from the New World. 

What had even been his plan? Take the perilous journey through Fishman Island once more without anyone to coat his ship for him? Beg the nobles for a safe passage across the Red Line? 

What a moron. Kidd's basically doing him a favor by crucifying him. 

Victoria's off to the side, drinking beer through a straw going through one of the holes in her helmet. Killer's sitting beside her in silent companionship. 

Kidd lets out a sinister laugh as his victim screams out in pain. Victoria rolls her eyes and sighs.

"You just have to be this loud, don’t you?" 

Kidd frowns and strolls over. "What's wrong? You don't usually mind this kinda stuff." He waves his hand, gesturing to the man flailing on the crucifix. 

Victoria shrugs. "I don't care, I just don't understand why you have to be so damn loud about it. Just get it over with. It's not like you've gotta put a show on for anybody."

Kidd exchanges a quick glance with Killer. Usually Victoria would be the first to terrorize victims with him. 

Killer scoots a little closer to her on the bench and puts a reassuring hand on her back. "Talk to us, Vicky." 

She grumbles for a bit, but eventually relents. "Fine. It's just... another headache. I swear there's something wrong with these islands." 

Kidd and Killer exchange another, longer glance. She's not being doing well ever since they entered the New World, the different magnetic fields of the islands somehow affecting her body. 

Once he'd found out about it, Kidd had been doing research by raiding libraries as well as torturing scientists of islands they came across for information, but to no avail so far, at least not in that regard. He has been learning a lot of really neat things about island magnetism that he's still working on integrating into his devil fruit usage in the future. 

Killer sighs. "None of the other crew members have been experiencing this. But you don't have a devil fruit, so I don't get how you would have any sort of connection to these islands. Hell, if it is even the islands. Maybe it's something else altogether." 

Dive, who's been coming closer, beer mug in hand, chimes in. "A lot of the boys got diver's disease from our trip up from Fishman Island. I've managed to treat them, but maybe Vic here has something similar. It only started after we entered the New World, after all." 

Victoria grunts and shrugs, dismissing their concern. "Whatever. I'll be okay. Not like some headache's gonna hold me back. Just stop being so fucking loud all the time and I'll be fine." 

She heads off towards her tent, leaving her two worried boyfriends and the crew's doctor behind. Kidd sighs. "God dammit. We need her to get better soon. Things are dangerous enough as is without our girl haivng some mystery disease." 

Killer nods. "Maybe you should give her a break from being first mate for a while, let me take over temporarily. Maybe she's just stressed? I don't fucking know." 

Dive snickers. "She'll bite both of your heads off if you do that." 

Kidd snaps at her. "Yeah well then you recommend something if you know better." 

Dive falls silent at that and quickly scoots back to the rest of the crew. 

Kidd sighs. "Fuck, Killer. I hate not knowing what's gotten Vicky down so bad. How can I protect her from mysterious headaches? I can't fight those." 

Killer moves over to sit beside him, wrapping a strong arm around his shoulders. "We'll figure it out eventually. I'm sure of it. Until then, lessen her duties a bit. Let's see if her being less stressed makes anything of a difference. And if nothing else helps..." 

Kidd looks at him scrutinizingly, trying to see through that damned helmet. "Then what?" 

"Then we should get in contact with that other Supernova. The Surgeon of Death. Let's face it, Dive doesn't have that much of a clue of what she's doing, she's never had any proper training, her knowledge is purely from combat experience. Maybe someone with actual medical training can figure this out." 

It goes over about as well as he expected. Kidd jerks up to stand upright, spilling some of his beer through the quick motion. "Beg that spineless bastard for help? No way. He's become a government dog recently. One of the seven warlords. No way am I going to crawl to him begging for help. Over my dead body." 

Killer sighs. "What's more important - your pride or Victoria's health?" 

Kidd grumbles for a while but eventually settles back down. "Hmpf. Maybe if we just send him a message asking to pay for his services. Like a neutral business deal. Not begging that asshole for shit." 

Killer chuckles faintly. "I never said you should." 

Kidd smacks him on the head. "Yeah well whatever. Hopefully Vicky stops getting those damn headaches so we don't need to get in contact with him in the first place." 

First Island or Leaving Kutzk - Day 4

The first island they had encountered after leaving their home island had been one situated in the South Blue. 

Victoria had had a lot of pent up frustration from having to lay still and heal for the past two weeks (during which they'd waited back on their home island, they didn't want Victoria to miss out on the joys of her first voyage across the sea.)

Once they'd finally arrived at their first island, everyone steps off their small nutshell of a boat with sighs of relief. They're all pretty glad that they hadn't had any storms seeing as the small boat would have tipped over the second the waves got too large. 

Building a new one or improving their current boat was the first directive the newly formed Kidd pirates agreed on. 

While Kidd knew how to build a lot of things with metal, he didn't know much about how to build a ship. Heat thankfully did, and through the flame-spitting ability he was born with he made sure to char the surface of the wood they built with to carbonize it. 

Kidd grumbled plenty about knowing better about ship building than Heat did (which he didn't), his ego didn't take too kindly to having to accept help, especially with Heat being a former rival gang leader. 

The Kidd pirates would need a bit of time to really grow together as a crew and start trusting each other. 

They ransacked the local workshops for the materials they needed, giving everyone who tried to stand in their way a rough beating until they were left alone to take whatever they wanted. 

Eventually, Killer says what they've all been thinking. "We need an actual ship-wright. We can't just wing this. If our ship is no good, we're as good as dead out on the open sea. Especially once we get to the Grand Line." 

Victoria giggles, the sound echoing in her helmet. "You guys are all idiots. You've been so hell-bent on building your own ship, you didn't even stop to think of the easiest solution." 

Everyone bristles at the insult, but Heat and Wire have learned their lesson from ever insulting Victoria again. (Even playfully, a story the bruises on their body tell all too well.) 

Kidd huffs. "Then what's the great plan, Vic?" 

Victoria shrugs and gestures towards the harbor. "Easy. We wait for the next big ship to dock, and then we steal it." 

Wire pipes up. "You sure this is a good idea? What if it's a marine ship?" 

Victoria rolls her eyes. "Oh, grow some balls already, Wire. We're pirates now." 

The next ship that docks at the harbor of the island is neither a marine nor a pirate ship, but a luxury cruise ship. It has a large swan head as its figurehead. Stealing it from the civilians isn't so hard, the leftover employees are quickly thrown overboard as the Kidd pirates make themselves comfortable on their new ship. 

Kidd immediately sets out to change the swan figurehead ("That's not manly enough!") into a dragon, although it mostly just ends up looking like a ugly snake-bird with scales and bulging eyes. 

The five of them argue a lot over what their jolly roger is supposed to look like. 

Kidd wants nuts and bolts, Killer wants his and Victoria's helmet and some blades, Heat wants fire and Wire wants some wires on their logo. Victoria is fine with anything so long as it has a really cool sword on it.

They end up all painting the flag on the main mast together, so the end result is completely unrecognizable. While they had all agreed on Kidd's design in the end - with him being captain - they'd all secretly decided that they were going to paint their own design. The end result being one large mess, that is sure not to intimidate any foes. But maybe confuse them into a strategic retreat? Or so Wire suggests. 

Card games - Day 5

Introduction to my Kid Pirates OC Pound!

Quincy slams her cards down on the deck and yells. "ARGH! Can you just NOT cheat for once in your damn life?" 

Pound shrugs and grins at her, not an ounce of regret on his face. "You have no proof." 

Quincy throws two of her throwing knives, aiming them at the sleeves of his sweater, making his ace cards fall out as the tips of the sleeves are cut off. 

Pound's grin widens. "Huh! I wonder how those got there? That's weird." 

Quincy gets up and yells at Victoria who's standing on deck a couple meters away. "Yo, Vics! You're first mate, get this lousy cheater to actually abide by rules!" 

Victoria comes over but doesn't seem to want to do anything. "He's your man. You gotta raise your boys well." 

UK, another one of the card game participants, giggles. "Yeah. You gotta do it like Victoria. She's got captain and Killer at her beck and call." 

Pound grins, gets up as well and hugs Quincy from behind, mumbling into her ear. "Y'aint ever taming me, babe." 

She grunts and rams the back of her elbow into his stomach. "That's for cheating. You're such a crappy loser." 

Pound doubles over and clutches his stomach. "OW! Fucking hell, Quince!" 

Quincy and Victoria high five each other and head off, talking with each other about how their boys barely listen to anything but direct violence. 

Feast - Day 6

Content warning: Kidd Pirates being Kidd pirates and Pound suggesting plenty of violence, cussing, explicit descriptions of injuries, somebody burning to death.

Whereever the Kidd pirates go, they bring chaos. Be it due to them raiding local shops for useful gadgets and berri, or due to them torturing and killing civilians. 

Right now, most of the crew are in the local renowned restaurant. Jaguar, Hip and Mosh had a lot of fun beating up the place's security, and now the crew's settled into the place comfortably, legs on the table, feasting on the dishes that the chefs and waiters keep cooking for them. 

Pound and Killer are in the kitchen together with the chefs to make sure they don't rebel, poison the pirates or run away. Killer is just silently browsing through the local recipe books while Pound keeps making comments that unsettle the chefs greatly. 

"I'm sure your head would look good on one of those fancy platters." 

"How about we use your blood as a spice? Might make your crappy cooking taste a bit better." 

"Oi, you almost chopped your finger off. Are you struggling to concentrate? Are you scared? Are you a big coward?" And then he distracts the chef in question, who's trembling in fear already, by stepping up right behind him to intimidate him even more. Pound's never been shy of physical contact. 

Killer, busy scouring through the recipes doesn't bother correcting his behaviour either. 

Meanwhile, Victoria and Quincy are strolling through the town, exploring the other sights. They come across a large tent with the large letters "MADAME FORTUNA" written on top. Quincy scoffs. "Wow. How clichée. How hard is it to come up with a good name when lies and manipulation are your entire business?" 

Victoria stops in front of the tent, giving Quincy a sharp look. "I'd like to go in." 

"Seriously? Do you believe this kind of superstitious crap?" 

Victoria shrugs. "Eh. I bet most of them are scammers, but you never know, right? What with devil fruits and haki being a thing. Maybe there's actual fortune tellers who have such insane observation haki they can see the future." 

Quincy groans. "Ever since Kidd read up on haki that's all you guys talk about. Jeez. Damn tryhards." 

Victoria immediately defends him. "Oi, he's our captain. He needs to know his stuff. You know damn well he takes our safety seriously. So be fucking grateful." 

Quincy rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, princess." She loves mockingly using Kidd's nickname for Victoria whenever the two bicker. 

"Go on ahead without me. I'm not asking you to do this with me.", Victoria orders, stepping inside the tent. 

Quincy sighs. She'd love to do just that, but she knows that if she runs into Kidd or Killer and they find out she left Victoria behind on her own, they'll have her head on a spike. Figuratively. Maybe literally? She's not so sure with those protective psychos. 

They do trust Victoria to handle herself, or so they say, but they've instructed the crew to protect Victoria with their lives. Which is totally favouritism, but noone's really brave enough to argue with Kidd or Killer. 

Grumbling to herself about her crew being led by absolute morons, Quincy steps into the tent after Victoria. 

The place looks pretty expensive, with velvety walls and carpets laying around. The walls of the tent seem to be rather thick, as it's pitch black inside, safe for the small table shortly above the floor, dimly lit up by a table. 

Of course there's a clichée glass ball and a set of tarot cards laying on the side of the fortune teller. Quincy scoffs, already thinking to herself that this must be another charlatan.

Victoria's already sat down on her knees in front of the fortune teller. She seems suprisingly calm and almost solemn, a state Quincy has never seen her in before. Not that it's easy to read Victoria's moods whenever she has the helmet on. Which is practically always. 

When Quincy steps closer, she finally gets to see the fortune teller, previously having been blinded by the candle right in front of their face. 

Not that their face is visible in the first place. It's hidden away behind a mask, and a creepy one at that. 

The eyes of the mask look like somebody took a pencil and drew manic circles over and over and over until the mask broke in at the center. 

The mouth of the mask is large and unnatural, teeth painted on with plenty of lipstick present around the masks lips. 

But the probably worst part is the stench. Quincy would have expected for a fortune teller to have some sort of scented candles around, some decently smelling herbs, or just, anything appeasing to clients. 

Instead it stinks worse than it does in the boys' crew quarters (and that's to say the smell is so bad you could pass out from it if you had a weak stomach). 

It stinks of decay, rotten eggs and like the fortune teller hasn't bathed in at least one year. 

Quincy is absolutely disgusted, but Victoria seems almost entranced as she's waiting for the fortune teller to speak. 

At least the voice of the fortune teller sounds like what you'd expect, a deep, velvety female voice. "Take off your mask, child. Bare your soul to Madame Fortuna." 

To Quincy's endless surprise, Victoria abliges. Not even a word of protest leaves her mouth as she takes off the mask she's been wearing for a few months now. 

Even in the dim light Quincy can clearly see the abhorrent scar marring Victoria's left side of her face. It's the first time Quincy is seeing Victoria without a mask since Quincy only joined the crew two islands ago, so she can't help but gasp in horror at how bad it looks. 

She can only imagine how bad it must have looked immediately after the injury. The skin is still red and welted, the stitches on the outlines of it ugly and obviously not done by a professional. 

Quincy feels sad for Victoria. She's always admired the fierce woman, but Victoria must be feeling absolutely terrible about herself to have been hiding her face from her own crew for this long. Quince wonders if she even takes the mask off when in private with her two boyfriends. 

And yet, despite apparently being so eager to hide her face, she's taken the helmet off in front of this stranger. It automatically makes Quincy grip her throwing knives. Never know when foul play is present. 

The fortune teller herself doesn't give an audible reaction to Victoria's looks. She puts her hands on the table and demands: "Give me your hand, child". 

The hands of the fortune teller are decidedly old and wrinkled, sporting ugly dark-green splotches that look very unhealthy. Quincy's starting to assume that the foul stench in the air might in fact be portruding from the fortune teller. 

Once more, Victoria obliges wordlessly, holding out her hand for the strange woman to take. 

The terifying mask leans closely over Victoria's hand, her long, slender fingers stroking Victoria's hand in a way that makes the hair on Quincy's neck stand up. 

"Ahhh yes, my child. You are with death." 

Victoria tenses up, but her voice is unmistakably shaky as she asks. "With death? Explain yourself, old hag." But the insult lacks the bite it would usually have. 

"Your life line. It's thinner than I've ever seen before. You're not supposed to be alive. Death will come to you soon." 

Victoria jerks her hand back towards her own body. "That's bullshit. I'm young. Not gonna just topple over and die." Quincy's pretty sure she can detect fear in her first mate's voice. 

"Fear not, my child. Death is but the next step. The stars cannot discern whether it is your death that will come to you or the death of one of those two men close to you." 

That's not something Victoria would ever tolerate hearing. It sounds like a barely veiled threat against Kidd and Killer, so she pounces on the fortune teller, knocking aside the table and candle to hold a blade against her throat. "How do you know about the two men?" 

The fortune teller cackles, a haunting noise that makes Quincy and Victoria even more uncomfortable. "I know more about you than you know about yourself, Victoria Shiruton Doruyanaika." 

Victoria flinches, accidentally drawing blood with the blade. "How the fuck do you know my name?" 

The woman cackles again. "I know everything. That's why you came to me, after all. You know I have the answers. You can feel it too, can't you? The omen of death looming over your head." 

Victoria stands up abruptly, pushing the fortune teller away with her foot. "Quincy. Come. We're done here." 

It's becoming rather urgent that they leave, granted that one of the carpets and now the walls of the tent have caught fire from the candle toppling over. 

Quincy looks at the woman laying in the corner. "Are we-"

Victoria cuts her off with a wave of her hand. "Let's get out of here." 

The fortune teller doesn't make a move to stand up, just laying there, keeping up her ramblings. "Deny it all you want child. Your demise is imminent. Think of me, in those final moments. I will welcome you into the afterlife." 

Quincy and Victoria head out of the tent quickly, the entire fabric now on fire. 

Quincy tries to peer inside but they have to step back to avoid the smoke getting into her lungs. 

Something inside the tent explodes, and they can hear the fortune teller scream in pain. Quincy is about to run back inside and kill the woman to not have to listen to her screams anymore at least, when the pained screaming suddenly turns into loud, manic laughter. 

"VICTORIA!", the fortune teller yells between her fits of manic laughter. "Your omen of death has already brought death to this island! You will join me soon!" 

Quincy drags Victoria away by the arm. Victoria seems somewhat dazed, eyes glazed over. 

Quincy advises her to put her helmet back on before somebody sees her, but when Victoria slowly starts to want to put it on, Quincy's suddenly knocked back in a flurry of red hair and a waving black jacket. 

It's Kidd, quickly holding onto Victoria's arms, shaking her slightly, worry flashing in his eyes. "Vicky. Vicky, what happened? Why aren't you wearing your helmet? I saw the explosion." 

Victoria shakes her head. "I'm okay. Don't worry about it." 

Quincy, gathering herself and getting back off the ground from the rude shove, scoffs. "Had a freaky run-in with a fortune teller. They knew Victoria's full name. And about you and Killer." 

Kidd's body tenses, not liking this at all. "That's not good. Quince, get everybody. We're leaving this island. If they have intel like that on us without us even having bounty posters yet, this might be some form of trap. Make sure everyone's accounted for." 

Quincy heads off to do just that. 

Kidd, who's a bit unsettled by Victoria's dazed expression and getting to see her without her helmet for once, pulls her closer and kisses her desperately, trying to snap her out of it in the only way he knows how (that doesn't involve slapping her, at least). 

It's like he can feel the life return to her during the kiss. Eventually she breaks it off and shakes her head as if to clear some bad thoughts. "Huh. Sorry, Kidd. Didn't mean to scare ya." 

Kidd grunts. "Yeah. Don't do that again. Fucking hell. You okay? You didn't get hurt?" 

Victoria shakes her head. "Purely emotional damage." 

She musters a small smile when she sees Kidd's furious expression. "I'm kidding. That fortune teller just seemed a bit too legit. Creeped me out a good deal." 

Kidd nods and looks at the tent of the fortune teller, now reduced to a pile of burning ash on the ground. "Not very good at her job if she couldn't foresee her tent burn down. And she was still in there? Didn't try to get out?" 

Victoria shrugs, before donning her helmet again. "She was. We heard her screams. It was creepy as hell." 

Kidd nods and grabs Victoria's hand roughly. "Come on. Back to the ship we go. This place is starting to creep me out too." 

Thankfully the Kidd pirates had all managed to get off of the island unscathed. Kidd mentioned Victoria's strange adventure to Killer not long after, and it made the two of them even more protective towards her. 

Masks - Day 7

One morning, as Killer and Victoria wake up next to one another (Kidd having been particularly grouchy and not wanting to join them the previous night), Killer wants to address a topic that has been weighing heavily on his mind. 

"Vic. Do you still feel uncomfortable showing your face around the crew? You know you can trust everyone here."

She sighs, looking up at him, sleep still heavy in her eyes. "I don't want any sympathy." 

He caresses her face, thumb lightly grazing over her scar. "You know that they won't pity you. Noone even talks about Heat's scars, and he has plenty." 

She huffs. "Are you asking me because you're sick of wearing the helmet too? I never asked you to. You know that." 

Killer shrugs and smiles faintly. "I don't really mind. I'm used to it at this point. I just want you to be happy with yourself. That includes your looks." 

He supports his words by planting a light kiss on her scar. 

She lays her head back down, leaning her forehead against his chest. "It's gotten better. I was thinking to maybe stop wearing the helmet soon." 

K: "Good. I'm glad." 

V: "You're starting to like it for yourself, aren't you? I saw your reaction when those marines mocked you the other day. You practically went feral on them." 

Killer sighs. "Yeah. I can't stand that they all think they have any right to make fun of us. Just cause we're a new crew."

"It wasn't just that. They were particularly insulting you and your looks. Kidd and I love your looks, and we're the only ones that matter in this. Well, besides yourself." 

Killer shudders involuntarily. "Yeah. I mean, I'm not wearing it around you and Kidd, I just- I can't help it. My negative thoughts spiral every time someone insults my face and my- my laugh." 

"Oh, Killer." Victoria doesn't say much else for the rest of the morning, just showering him with affection, trying to show him just how beautiful she thinks he is through her love alone. 

Music - Day 8

Sometimes, the Kidd pirates don't attack the civilians on the islands they dock at. Well, not at first at least. 

Sometimes they start things off by giving a concert. Which a lot of the folks living at these islands are too scared to attend, so the crew members head out to force them to watch their concert. 

Killer's the band's drummer, Kidd's on the electronic bass, Victoria and Heat are the lead singers, Quincy and Kidd are backup singers and ocassionally UK will come in on the saxophone. 

Mostly it's just about having fun and getting to fuck around with the type of music these punks like. 

Pound is usually the one responsible for setting up the stage and making sure everything's going to work fine for the Kidd Pirate's next concert. 

Eustass Kidd Playlist in case you'd like to listen to it! 

Spotify variant: 

Get ready - Day 9

So many preparations have been made. The Kidd Pirates have locked Kidd in his room so he can't see anything until everything's ready. Which he's been rather mad about, but none of his complaining and cursing made any difference.

Seeing as they're all still kids, it can be very hard to reach the ceiling to put decorations up, so they use Wire's taller stature a lot to have him hang things high up and when they need to go even higher, Heat's usually the first to sit on his shoulders and put the decorations up.

Killer has been hard at work baking a cake for the past few days. It's going to be human-sized and resemble a large, open treasure crate with "coins" - golden-coloured baked goods - spilling out. It's the most difficult cake Killer has ever set out to bake, and he's been laying awake at night worrying about the cake's structure collapsing in on itself or his greedy crewmates not being able to keep their fingers off of it.

Victoria, in the meanwhile, has been making sure to go ahead and raid the local junkyards on the islands the Kidd Pirates have docked at to get the best and most useful stuff before Kidd got his grubby hands on it. Because of that, she now has a large collection of gifts to give to Kidd (she's even sold some of the parts to her less-prepared crewmates, making good profit off of their lack of planning). 

Pound and Quincy - as some of the more responsible and mature members of the Kidd Pirates - have been tasked with organizing everything for Kidd's birthday. They have a whole schedule of games planned as well as an outing by their band with songs that the siblings Hip and Hop wrote for the special ocassion. Usually planning and structure is very much not the Kidd Pirates' approach when it comes to partying, but they're all dead set on making it work for once to make their beloved captain and good friend happy. 

(talking about the big day tomorrow in bed at night)

Captain's birthday! - Day 10

Kidd's birthday is a roaring success. 

No matter if Quincy's and Pound's planning was mostly for naught and the band members all got so drunk that they totally butchered all songs but the first (the first song being "Happy Birthday", they couldn't possibly butcher that one!). 

Kidd had been like a dog possessed by a scent when they've finally let him out of his room come midnight and the day of his birthday. 

They'd all wanted to congratulate him but he'd just gruffly thanked them abruptly and then went off, nostrils flared, searching for Killer and the huge cake he already knew he'd made. 

Unfortunately, he had startled Killer so much by creeping up on him shifting around some decorations on the cake that Killer had almost fallen into the cake himself. 

Kidd had managed to grab Killer and pull him back just in time. Killer would have blamed himself for ruining the cake for years to come if he hadn't, even though Kidd mostly just appreciates the amount of effort put in - and whether it's going to taste good or not! 

It does in fact taste amazing. Kidd doesn't even know where to start eating - whether to eat the cake in form of a huge treasure crate, or to eat the baked goods pouring out of it first, but Killer had cut him down a slice of the crate and grinned that he should just see which one he liked better for now. 

Once Kidd's stomach had been sated, he'd finally felt ready to welcome all of the congratulations, so everyone wished him a happy birthday, even the ones that had already. 

Kidd was never a tolerable person to be around when he was hungry, and the other Kid Pirate kids respected that. 

They all give him a big hug - except for Victoria and Killer, whom he receives a kiss from (Mosh tries to get a kiss as well, but he smacks him down quickly) - and then everyone starts talking all at once about what decorations they've put up, wanting to show all of their craftwork off all at once like the proud children that they are. 

Frankly they're all talking over one another and Kidd can barely make out what anyone is saying, but once he's got a beer and his birthday cake in his hand he's more than happy to just grin and nod at whatever enthusiastic story his friends are telling him. 

Once they've all had a slice of cake, Kidd is led to a large table with copious amounts of presents on it. It's huge, and he's not sure he's ever been gifted so much stuff in his life. 

He gets super weird about it, continously saying that nobody had to get him anything and that they're stupid idiots for getting him so many gifts, but the blush on his cheek and the sparkle in his eyes betrays his absolute excitement at having so many gifts to open. 

Every new treasure he uncovers under the wrappings gets a squeal followed by a manly "Damn, this is kinda nice" together with one out of various insults towards whoever gifted him the gift in question. 

Overall, the birthday party is chaotic as all hell, but Kidd loves it to bits. While he's not so good at showing gratitude, he couldn't feel any more of it if he tried. 

When the day grows late and the crew plays a bit of spin the bottle and Wire dares him to make out with Victoria, the two start snogging like there's noone else in the room. 

That they've both already drunk plenty of beer definitely adds to their lack of shame, and the other participants of the game just start to play on without them as Kidd ends up falling asleep snoring like a chainsaw on Victoria's lap, completely spent, content and happy with the world. 

Relaxing / winding down - Day 11

The day after Kidd's birthday is marked as "hangover day" in the calendars of the Kidd pirates. Well, that and every other day following one of the crew's birthdays, but they always celebrate Kidd's birthday the most. 

It's not that they appreciate one another any less, but he's their captain, after all. He's the greatest and coolest and so his party needs to be the greatest and coolest as well. 

Cleaning up the mess of the party, however? Neither cool, nor great. 

Which is why nobody ever bothers doing so. 

Victoria lets them get through with it on the day after the party - feeling the effects of the hangover plenty herself - but on the second day she starts kicking the lazy butts of her crewmates and starts assigning clean-up duties for everyone. 

The one's that grumble the most have to do the most work, Victoria tends to be a little evil in dishing out cleaning chores. 

Because of this, Killer usually ends up with the least amount of work assigned to himself, but he doesn't mind so much as some of the other crewmembers, so he can usually be seen helping out even when he's already done with his own load. 

Kidd, being the birthday boy, gets to do nothing whatsoever. Victoria did get him a silly cheerleader outfit for him to cheer on the crew while they work, however. It looks absolutely ridiculous and at first he yelled at her to put that crap on herself, but then he got curious how it'd look. 

It's completely in blue, so it's not a total pink embarassment at least, but did Victoria really have to give him a cheerleader skirt? Looks so stupid. 

But when he does put it on he finds that Killer is very much into the outfit and will start doing even more niceties for him than usual, and Kidd is certainly not above using Killer's new-found simping to his own advantage. 

Later on in the night, when the three are all snuggled up together and Killer's already asleep, Kidd asks Victoria. "Did you know? That Killer would be so into the outfit." 

Victoria chuckles. "Yeah. He mentioned it to me while he was drunk a while ago. Though he said he wanted to see me in that sort of outfit, I didn't know if he'd be into you wearing it too." 

Kidd snorts. "Damn good idea, Vicky. Might need to put it on more frequently if it makes him so happy. But don't tell him I said that." 

She presses a kiss to his cheek. "I won't. Maybe once all the cleaning's done we should both wear matching outfits. Although he might faint if he sees that." 

Kidd laughs quietly. "That's a risk I'm willing to take." 

After this the Modern AU continuous story starts which I'll post separately once it's done!! I think I'll make a separate post for the second half of the writing prompts that aren't the modern AU cause they'll only start back up in a little more than a whole week.

A big appreciation post w/ art recommendations!

In the order of who I digitalized my fanart of first. I'll keep updating this as I continue working on them!

No. 1: @gokuya_59 !

Their blob drawings and animations bring me so much joy, you have no idea. They're incredibly kind and polite as well!

No. 2: @dissvicious !

Their comics are funnier than they have any right to be and I'm so glad to be fed my weekly dose of Kid Pirates happiness.

Thank you for always being so kind and awesome as well!!

No. 3: @luna_oriX !

They make really cute Marco birb drawings with plenty of positive messages! :D

No. 4: @d_tuqui ! @tuquidflamingo

One of my absolute personal favourites when it comes to drawing Doflamingo, they're incredibly talented and have a very unique style that really adds realism to their drawings! I always geek out just a little a lot when I see them post, and I find myself continously returning to their drawings over and over just to marvel at them. They're also an incredibly fun and kind person and they're my go-to source for finding new Doffy pictures. Rock on!!

I tried to pay homage to their style with my drawing, but failed. I hope to fix this within the digital rendition in the future!

Oh god I'm so glad I digitalized this! It actually looks like Doflamingo in the digital rendition, even if he's still got a few issues like having a rather filled out face with intense hollow cheekbones and a mouth that's just... not that. It does not look like a mouth.

(alternate version with scraggly pencil strokes. Ehhhh. Depends on personal preference, I guess!)

No. 5: @CoffeeTimeWorks !

Their kindness just keeps on making me come back to them over and over. They're incredible supportive and they've made me care for Penguin and appreciate him so much more! Their sketches of the silly flightless bird are incredibly clean (how do you do it?!) and a total pleasure to look at.

No. 6: @wani13go !

They make such high quality Crocodile and Doflamingo drawings, and I'll forever be in awe of the speed at which they work. Wow! They're also very kind, the google translator lets us communicate even through the language barriers! :D

I failed the anatomy on this drawing quite a bit, as it was supposed to be a drunk Doffy leaning on Wani. All good things take practise!

No. 7: @Putako_pigpet !

Another japanese artist, and an incredibly kind one yet again! As they're learning English while I'm learning Japanese we're trying our best to make sure that we understand one another, haha.

They make really cute drawings of "Kikokutan", the personification of Law's sword!

No. 8: @RottenBuggy !

This artist makes incredibly clean drawings of AU versions of Shanks and Buggy, and they've started drawing THE most adorable pet Buggy you've ever seen. And don't even get me started on how cool their cosplays look! They're also very kind and forthcoming, I'm glad I found them!! :D

No. 9: @shiibeex

Another one of those godly Doflamingo artists! They absolutely manage to capture the freaky tall vibes of Doflamingo, and they absolutely excel at drawing stunningly gorgeous chiselled bodies. The colours and shading they use are nothing short of breathtaking!

They're also very kind and uplifting! I'm glad I found them.

No. 10: @rPwjdwjdqh37

They draw quite the variety of characters and their shading / colouring skills are on a whole other level! They're also really kind! ^^

No. 11: @YKM_______

Now I'm not exaggerating (much) when I say that they are my personal messias. Their art really hits the spot for me, the colours they use are super vibrant and the characters look about ready to hop out of the screen.

They draw a lot of KidxLaw and Onigiri, and I love them all the more for it. They've drawn them in so many different situations, and I just about drop everything when I see them post. They're also very very kind! I've interacted with them quite a few times, and they're super supportive and happy to share the KidLaw love :D

No. 12: @creepyslimy

Another one of the Doflamingo greats. They have this uncanny talent to draw Doflamingo in such an attractive way that you start to question everything you thought you knew about yourself. They're just that good!

They're very very kind and friendly, and I'm very glad I've found them online. Their anatomy is on point and you can practically feel the Doffy love radiating from your screen.

No. 14: @koyatawanko

Another japanese artist. They make really, and I mean REALLY cute drawings of a small kitty version of Law, as well as ocassionally other chibis to e.g. Luffy and Kidd as well. It's so much fun watching their characters' journeys, and they're also very kind!

No. 15: @saracrossing02!!

They're an incredibly talented pixel-animation artist, and thankfully they make a lot of Doffy animations, because those look absolutely stunning! Their takes on all of the other One Piece characters are worth checking out as well, and they make super cute DoffyKitty animations! They've been nothing but kind in my contact with them and I really appreciate all of the positivity going around ^-^

I drew something for their strawpage, hence the drawing is so different for them.

No. 16: @mailboxxi_

They make really fun drawings of a variety of characters and they have some really "stop-and-stare" kind of pieces that are absolutely gorgeous to look at! I love the type of colours they use, they're very pleasant to look at.

Another strawpage one!

Thank you so much for reading this! I wanted to give some love to all of these artists and perhaps make them known to a few more people. If you're looking to commission somebody, maybe check out the ones among them that take commissions!! Have a lovely day!

"A small present" Corazon + Law Doshinji!

Modern AU setting.

Law is totally scared that Corazon's gonna disappear forever every time he walks out the door. Poor traumatized kid!

Full size version:

I had this idea while writing about my headcannons earlier and I thought that these two would be perfect to draw it with.

One Piece - Favourite characters + headcannons!

My favourite characters in a tierlist!

Listed by:

Marriage material

Best friend material

Want it as my pet

Cute as a mitten

Scarily attractive

Parent material

Left to right is decreasing in how much I'd like them to be the respective thing.

Now, for those who care (why do you? I'm a nobody, haha), here's an extensive list of reasons! + headcannons for how they'd act in these respective roles.

Marriage material

Doflamingo

Doflamingo is usually second to Kidd in my personal preference, but right now I'm on a big Doflamingo simping spree, probably due to the fact that I'm finally watching Dressrosa for the first time.

I imagine he's either a full on possessive, manipulative and absolutely terrifying husband, or you end up as a trophy wife and he barely pays you any mind, but you know what, I'd be fine with that. Chance of being killed by him: 60%.

Corazon / Rosinante

All I know about him so far is entirely through fanart and small spoilers! I think he'd be a very affectionate husband, the type to bring you small gifts (and ocassionally panic because he left the gift he bought at the cash register).

He totally has a thing for taking in stray animals and giving them a loving home, if it's cats or dogs he keeps tripping over them.

Eustass Kidd

Now Kidd will love you very very deeply and beat up every single person that dares to even make a mean joke about you, but he's also incredibly bad at showing that he cares.

He's gotta look cool, so in public he'll either act like you're just very good friends or that you're some sort of trophy wife, but amidst the crew or especially in private he gets very affectionate and clingy - being physical is so much easier than expressing yourself verbally!

He doesn't mind sharing you with Killer, but if a stranger so much as dares look at you flirtatiously they'll be lucky if they make it out alive.

Ace

Getting together with Ace is already very difficult. He keeps telling you he's not worthy of your love, so you shouldn't love him, let alone date him.

By the time you've gotten him to agree to get married, he's become a little more accepting of your love, even if those doubts never really fully go away.

He's constantly planning fun trips for the both of you and will show you off like a kid would show off their paintings. All of the Whitebeard Pirates are sick and tired of hearing about how awesome you are at this point.

Sanji

I don't think I can add anything new to this. He's constantly swooning over you and spoiling you to the moon and beyond. You get breakfast in bed, you get carried around the second your feet are the tiniest bit sore, and overall he's just so over the moon to have you that sometimes you think you're in heaven.

He's a total family man so if there's kids around you know they're getting spoiled just as much as you are. He thrives when he gets to care for others, and having his own little family makes him incredibly happy.

Sometimes you need to remind him to take it easy and stop doing so much work for everyone because he'll absolutely overdo it and put himself last.

Smoker

He is very gruff and not one for talking all that much. Oftentimes when you tell him things you'll get one of a variety of grunts in response, that you've learned to translate well over the course of your marriage.

You either get to travel with him as a marine spouse or stay safe on an island he helped you get settled down on. If you're staying on an island he's taken extra security measures and has figured out a way to have smoke permanently cloud the area around the house so noone can even find it to begin with.

He's very concerned for your safety and it shows that it's his top priority. He prefers being physically affectionate, but will ocassionally give you small yet meaningful compliments. ("You're the best.") He's usually got some small thing to bring back to you from whatever island he was last on (flowers, sweets, meaningful little gifts), but he really doesn't want you to make a big deal out of it.

Eneru / Enel

You may be married to him, but he's still god. You may be his favourite disciple, but you're still a disciple regardless. You're expected to address him using a formal title of respect and if you fail to meet his expectations you will be punished accordingly.

He does appreciate you worshipping him, but it's more transactional than a genuine loving marriage.

Best friend material!

Trafalgar Law

I found it pretty hard to choose between marriage material and best friend for Law. I do really like him, but for me personally I think he's a bit too freaky to want to be married to him. (See post-marineford: "This will be a fun operation" + manic grin).

If we're talking One Piece Party or One Piece Academy Law's personality, then sure, I'll marry that man, but cannon Law seems a bit too closed off to ever even get close enough to get to date or marry him in the first place. Keep in mind, I'm only like halfway through Dressrosa, I don't know this man's arc yet.

As a best friend, I think he's awesome. He's weird, ocassionally stoic, but also unintentionally hilarious with the way he acts, and he's the king of dry jokes. You wouldn't expect it of him, but he can be the life of the party when he wants to be.

Killer

Another tough choice between marriage and best friend! Ultimately it came down to me simply preferring Kidd's personality in marriage, whereas I do think I'm too similar to Killer and would lack excitement with him.

That's not to say there is no excitement with his man, cause there is! He's the type to support whatever crazy shenanigans you may be going for, even if he'll ocassionally hold you back from doing something that might backfire a bit too much.

If loyalty had a face it would be Killer's, you could not ask for a better best friend.

Hancock

Hancock is absolutely vicious in how she speaks of others. Which makes her the very best girl friend to have for talking shit behind people's backs! She's very funny when she does so, even if you have to put up with her major streaks of egomania all the time.

Crocodile

Do you need somebody to be assassinated? Just hit up your buddy Crocodile. He'll have his agents take care of it for you discreetly. He's a very relaxed man if he feels safe about you.

If you like to talk a lot he'll tell you to shut the hell up, but if you sit together in silence he'll think that you're very cool and companionable.

He likes to invite you out to fancy dinners, although he does expect you to dress and act the part. He doesn't tolerate fools, so if you want to remain his friend you'll have to act dignified.

Mihawk

Mihawk likes to keep you at arm's length, but he's okay with ocassionally having deep philosophical discussions together over a glass of wine.

You exchange reading recommendations with one another but mostly you both do your own things. Oftentimes you're the one that has to reach out to him to initiate contact, he's a little lazy in taking care of his social circle.

Perona

She'll only accept you as her friend if she deems you cute enough for that. Once you've gotten over the part where she wants you to do all her bidding, she's surprisingly fun to be around. She's always up for pranks and her devil fruit makes it very easy to pull them off!

I'm going to skip over the remaining characters here seeing as I don't have any ideas as to what would make them special as best friends. I've listed all of these as best friends because they've shown great loyalty (and sense of honour).

Want it as my pet

Bepo

I feel a little bad putting Bepo in the "pet" category here. He'd make an amazing best friend just the same as everyone listed in that category, I just view him as polar bear first, mink second.

And he does share some traits with say, a pet dog. His fur sheds everywhere and you constantly have to clean your clothes to get rid of it, he's constantly asking for your attention and hugs (and will apologize if you tell him off cause you don't have the time!) and sometimes wants to sit on your lap despite the fact that he's huge and very heavy.

Zoro

Zoro also shares a lot of traits with dogs. He's fiercely protective, loyal to the bitter end, he cares for his food and drink more than most other things and small things such as getting a drink make him very happy. He's low maintenance, so long as you feed him, let him train in peace and ocassionally scratch his scalp he's very content.

That said, you do need to put him on a leash when you go anywhere with him. He's very indignified by it, but you just know he's going to wander off and get lost otherwise.

Any other pets listed literally just have the reason: "omg it's so cute" or "omg it's so dorky", except for Shushu, who just absolutely deserves the world and if I think about him too much I'm going to start crying. That little dog has the most tragic story in all of One Piece.

Cute as a mitten

This category is both optional as best friends as well as lovers / marriage material.

Bartolomeo

As a best friend he'll go through thick and thin with you. His manners make it very embarassing to be around him sometimes, unless you have absolutely no shame. Secretly you think he's kinda cool for how he just doesn't give a shit though.

As your husband - oh boy. He wouldn't settle for marrying somebody he likes less than he does the Strawhats, so he absolutely dotes on you. Think Sanji, except instead of having cool moments this one's a complete slobbering mess all of the time. He'll do anything for you - but you'll also be drooled on. A lot.

Penguin

As a best friend, he's always there for any type of mischief you might be wanting to do. In fact most of the time he's the one suggesting new ideas. Especially if it comes to peeping on women. That's a secret guilty pleasure of his.

As your husband, even after you've been married to him for some years, he still becomes a shy mess from time to time. He's very respectful and polite and still can't really believe his luck that he scored somebody like you.

Marguerite

Marguerite is just so freaking adorable. The way the English dub of Amazon Lily portrayed her was definitely like she had a crush on Luffy, and those two are honestly my favourite Luffy x ship. She saved him from drowning, he saved her from remaining stone for the rest of her life and they get along very well. Also, she has a danger noodle. I love danger noodles.

Shachi

Now Shachi isn't so different from Penguin, seeing as these two have practically spent all of their lives together. Their mothers were good friends so they even got to share a crib from time to time, and it shows.

Shachi is a little more bold and confident than Penguin and will flirt abrasively with every woman he comes across. Not that he's very good at it, in fact he's rather quite bad at it. Who knew that pick-up lines were so unsuccessful? Shachi sure doesn't, and he's a bit too oblivious to catch on.

Baby 5

As her friend, you need to make sure she doesn't make horrible decisions all of the time. It's pretty exhausting, but she's a good listener and can make really funny creations with her devil fruit so she totally makes up for it.

Ikkaku

Ikkaku is always down for a good time. She's a very enthusiastic wing-woman, even if she overdoes it sometimes.

Katakuri

No idea what he's like, I'm only at Dressrosa after all. I did see fanart of him extending his jaw to eat donuts though, which just looks so dorky and so cute, so I've thrown him into this category.

Kaku

Kaku is the best. From his old-fashioned expressions to overall just being very polite and cute, this giraffe man has it all. He's very prim and proper, but he's also down to earth and a great friend to have a round.

He reminds me of Peter Parker (Spiderman) a little. A bit of a dorky nerd, but very lovable regardless.

Scarily attractive

I don't mean just attractive. I'm actually scared of these characters. There's not much to say beyond base attraction here, so I'll quickly go over them.

Domino - has one of my favourite designs in the whole series. Maybe I just like women in uniforms, who knows. We don't know anything about her beyond her seeming strict and being attracted to Hancock.

Sady - again, attraction to women in uniform, I guess. Even if hers is a little extreme. I just love the bangs covering her face so much and her colours work great together.

Monet - BIRB!!!! I love Birbs. Especially Harpies. And she looks so freaking good with those silly glasses!

Carmen - Oh, Carmen. What a lovely lady she was! It's a shame she's gone forever now. Maybe she was filler? I'm not sure. Sanji should have adopted her.

Kuro - I wish him being a strategist had been explored a little further, in terms of what strategic exploits he'd been up to in the past. Well, basically I just want more Kuro content. I feel like he's exactly the sort of psychopath that will stab you with a knife while you're kissing him. Very hot!

Caesar - Generally I do feel scared of folks who might commit genocide while I'm in their vicinity. But his design looks freaking awesome!

Kalifa - That's one sexy lady. How freaking dare she hurt Sanji, though!!

Sexy Arlong sister shark lady - Oh my god her eye looks so cool, and so does her shark tail thingy!!

Viola - Dancers are just cool in the first place, and Viola's going against Doffy, the man who oppressed her for so many years, is just admirable.

Lovely lady from Viper's squad on Skypeia - She's cool, brave and fearless! Why am I scared of her again?

Parent material

There's not much to say for why I want these characters as parents except for I think they would make good ones. Some of these we have as parents in cannon - Bellemere with Nami, Zeff with Sanji, Dadan with Ace, Sabo and Luffy, Viper with that little girl - and for the others I just have small reasons, pretty much.

Iceburg - he'd totally make his secretary change the baby's diapers because he's too lazy (and grossed out) to do it, but he'd still be there for you when he needed to (and couldn't delegate the work to anyone else).

Robin - would want to compensate for not having any parents of her own (that were ever around), so she'd be extra careful to make sure her child received all the love it would need and would never have to undergo the years of loneliness like she did. She'd read you a lot of stories and would encourage you to read from an early age.

Sometimes she enjoys the kid's books far more than you do.

Hina - no good reason, just strong sense of justice, strict and ocassionally funny mom to have.

Duval - no good reason either, but a very funny stupid dad to have.

Paulie - would need to overcome his indignity of seeing any woman showing skin to have a kid in the first place, but he'd be very careful to make sure his kid grew up right (and would dress up properly if it was a girl!)

Magellan - he's shown great responsibility and carefulness in leading Impel Down right. He might have some issues making time for parenting between being the Warden and sitting on the toilet all day, but he'd make it work. Maybe make Hannyabal do some of the dirty work for him.

If you've made it this far - thank you so much for reading!! I really wanted to throw my headcannons of these characters in the respective positions out into the void. Have a lovely day!

"Mama Bird" - Penguin Fanfiction - One Piece - Finished

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61829551?view_full_work=true

The picture is completely and utterly unrelated, I just felt the post was a little naked!

Either way! Here's my finished Penguin fic of three chapters that was written as a gift to CoffeeTimeWorks. I'm really happy with how it turned out, I made sure to keep it wholesome.

Temporary life update: I've been putting a lot of my energy and creativity into the Kidd Pirates Month. I'll finish the Modern AU chapters on that that I've got set up and then maybe skip a few days cause I'm not feeling a few of the prompts.

Oh! I only just realized I could also just copy-paste the entire fic to here. My bad!

Summary:

What Penguin didn't expect was for a cute-as-a-mitten tiny girl to wave at the Polar Tang cheerfully as they made port at an island. What he expected even less was for that girl to come running up to him and calling him her dad. A gift to CoffeeTimeWorks for making me care about this silly bird man far more than I ever did before finding your art.

Notes:

For CoffeeTimeWorks.

Between this and "Daddy Doflamingo" I seem to have a bit of a habit of writing cute toddlers and loving fathers in the One Piece universe. I don't have daddy issues, you do!

Chapter 1

Things have been peaceful on the Polar Tang. Too peaceful. 

Well, that's not to say that things have been quiet. They never are, that's something Penguin and Shachi personally make sure of. 

They consider it part of their "Prankster Officer" job that they even have official badges for. 

Which Law keeps throwing out into the ocean every time he sees them. Good thing Penguin and Shachi are good swimmers! 

Beyond the ocassional turbulences of undersea volcanoes, hot smokers and other New World dangers the Polar Tang gets to avoid a lot of the terrible weather by remaining submerged. 

Currently, the prankster officers are a little too busy to pull any pranks. They've been studying a dance choreography together with Bepo at his request. 

Lately all Bepo has been talking about is the popstar Uta, and Shachi loves dancing anyways, so he roped Penguin into this as well. 

Their current dance session in the control room is interrupted when some of the devices start blinking. Bepo frowns and rushes over, doing some navigating shenanigans. 

Shachi and Penguin pause, exchanging a look with each other. "What's wrong, Bepo?" 

Bepo turns to them, eyes sparkling with excitement. "We're nearing the next island!" 

"YES!" The two high five each other and rush out of the room, shouting to every crew member who will listen about them approaching the next island. 

They barge into Law's room, eager to tell him of the news, but pause when they see him in his wooden chair, only two of its feet on the ground as it leans against the back wall, a book over his head. A faint snore can be heard from him and the two troublemakers exchange a smirk and slink back out of the room. Captain gets too little sleep as is, so it's an unspoken rule on the Tang that noone disturb him when he does actually get any sleep for once, no matter if something important is happening or not. 

He'll yell at them later for not waking him, but they care for his health far more than him yelling at them. 

A few hours later, the Tang has surfaced and land is already in sight. Penguin is up in the crow's nest together with Clione, spyglass in hand. 

It appears to be a winter island judging by the light snowfall that has set in and the wintery landscape he's able to see through the spyglass. The shore seems to border a beautiful pine tree forest with snow coating the trees. Captain's gonna be happy once he sees this. They've already had to physically restrain Bepo from just diving into the waves and swimming to the island quicker to roll around in the snow. But he still needs to make sure that the Tang is securely docked before their navigator can head off board. 

Penguin watches happily as the air he breathes out becomes visible from the chill in the air. He immediately descends from the crow's nest and heads to one of the windows looking inside the Tang, breathing on it and painting a happy little penguin face on it. 

Shachi calls out to him. "Oi! Pen!" 

Penguin turns around just in time to see Shachi finish putting a knitted pullover on the crew's small dog, Onigiri. Jean Bart took up knitting a few years back and ever since the crew has been proud to call themselves the owners of a lot of knitted goods. 

Onigiri stands there, looking absolutely indignified and like he's been frozen into an ice statue. Penguin laughs, crouches down in front of Onigiri and pets him between the ears where he likes it best. "Come on, buddy. You know your fur isn't warm enough for winter islands. It's for your own good." 

Onigiri glares up at him through his cute little beady eyes before snapping up at him with half-effort. 

Penguin pats his back some more before getting back up. "You'll enjoy yourself once we're in the snow." 

When they've finally arrived at the island and docked the Tang at the small harbor, there's a surprise waiting in store for them. 

There's an about six year old girl in a large yellow skiing jacket bouncing up and down with excitement. In her arms she's holding a plushie of a penguin that's about half her size.

Law, who's finally woken up, is the first to get off the submarine and look at the girl curiously. She has raven black hair and piercing blue eyes and looks at the arriving pirates with nothing short of absolute awe and admiration. 

Law's voice is gruff and still a bit hoarse from sleep as he addresses her. "Hello." 

The little girl looks a bit spooked to be addressed by someone as grouchy looking as Law, but quickly gathers her courage. "H-Hi! A-are you the... the Corazón Pirates?" 

Law flinches as if struck. "I guess so. We call ourselves the Heart Pirates though." 

The little girl nods seriously. "Right! My mamá and I talk a different language at home. My bad!" 

She seems to be gathering her courage for a short while, before speaking quickly, seemingly wanting to get the words out before her courage leaves her. "Your captain. He- He's called Pingüino, right?" 

Law scoffs. "What? I'm the captain. Do you mean Penguin?"

Her eyes start sparkling and she points at her penguin plushie excitedly. "Yes! Yes, this one! The one with the same name as this animal. Is he here?! Can I see him?!" 

She stands on her toes, trying to get a look at the crew disembarking the ship behind Law. 

Law's eyes narrow. "Why do you want to see him?" 

She grins, proud of herself for knowing something he doesn't. "It's a secret!" 

Law sighs and contemplates her small frame standing before him. If this was a trap, their enemy would be incredibly foolish to send a small, vulnerable girl like her to lure them in. More likely she'd snuck out without her parents' knowledge. "What's your name, kid?" 

Her eyes widen in shock. "I'm not supposed to tell strangers that!"

Law huffs in amusement. Apparently talking to strangers is fine, but telling them her name crosses a line. "Fine. I'll get Penguin for you." 

"Yes, please!" She does a respectful little bow, stumbling and catching herself as she almost floors herself with the penguin plushie. 

He heads back to the crew and approaches Penguin, who's currently trying to encourage Onigiri to stop being stubborn and finally start walking on his own. "Penguin. That little girl standing there. She's asking for you." 

Penguin's brows crease in confusion. "What? Asking for me?" 

Law just shrugs. "Take the mutt and ask her what she wants. She won't tell me." 

Penguin gives him a half-hearted glare at him calling Onigiri a mutt, but complies, picking up the stubborn furball in his arms and heading over to the strange little girl. 

He crouches down in front of her and gives her a warm smile. "Hi! I'm Penguin. Nice to meet you! You were asking for me?" 

Her eyes are sparkling, and it gets even more intense when she sees Onigiri in his arms. 

"H-H-Hi! You- You're really Penguin?" 

Penguin nods and scratches Onigiri between the ears again while he waits for her to gather her composure again. 

"I- I- My mamá told me so much about you!" 

He stares at her dumbfounded. "Your mom knows me?" 

She beams and nods eagerly and presents her penguin plushie to him. "Yeah! This is for you! If you come with me!" 

Penguin can't help but chuckle. "Are you trying to bribe me right now?" 

"Yes! Come, come, come!!" She's bouncing up and down with excitement again. 

"Calm down for a second. What's your name? And how does your mom know me?" 

"I'm Yuki! Well, easy! Cause you're my dad!" 

Penguin's brain short circuits. He just stares at the girl with his mouth open, unable to think a single other thought. Her... dad? 

"Hihi! You look funny!" Yuki is clearly enjoying his confusion. "Come on, I want you to meet my mamá!" 

He's in a complete daze as he gets up and lets her guide him to her home by her hand, Onigiri still snuggled against him in his other arm. 

They don't have to walk very far, Yuki's home being not far into the pine tree forest. It's a small but cozy cottage nestled comfortably into the thick of the trees. 

Onigiri's nose has started twitching in excitement at all of the different scents surrounding them, but Penguin has been holding onto him tightly.

If he let him run off here they'd never find him again, and he doesn't know if the wildlife on this winter island is dangerous yet either. 

Yuki opens the door for him and gestures for him to step inside.

The strong scent of delicious cooking wafts through the air as they enter, and Penguin can barely keep himself from starting to drool.

Onigiri doesn't know such restraint and actively starts to drool. 

When they make it to the cramped kitchen in the cottage, Penguin wonders if he's dead.

The woman standing there cooking in an apron looks like an actual angel come to life.

He must be in heaven. Or maybe he didn't die, but Shachi put some suspicious things into their last meal again. Wouldn't be the first time that happened. 

She's got long, golden hair, tied back behind her head in a ponytail, humming to herself as she cooks, lifting the lid off of a pot and peering inside, clearly not having heard them come in through the loud sizzling noise present in the kitchen. 

"Mamá! Mira a quién encontré!", Yuki yells over the noise. The angel turns around and her eyes widen as she sees Penguin.

Beautiful, icy blue eyes, the same that he's seen on Yuki. It's true. He's either on some substance or deceased.

There's no way a beauty like her actually exists. Like something out of a dream. 

His lack of focus allows for Onigiri to escape, and he lunges towards the stove, eager to find out what it is exactly that smells so nicely.

The angel proves to not only have divine looks but also quick reflexes as she catches Onigiri mid-air before he can burn himself on the hot stove.

She furrows her brows and inspects the strange, rice-ball looking little creature in a red knitted pullover with an Onigiri stitched on top. 

She looks a little suspicious at this stranger having come into her house uninvited, especially having come in here together with her daughter. 

Penguin wants to say something. Anything. But he's completely speechless, so he just stands there, staring at the angel before him, mouth agape, making an utter fool out of himself. 

Chapter 2: The night we met

Summary:

One fateful night leads to unforeseen consequences Penguin doesn't learn about until years later.

When the Heart Pirates party, they party hard. Well. 95% of the Heart Pirates. 

There is always one particular grouchy man sitting in a corner keeping an eye on his crew. 

Sometimes Shachi and Penguin spike Law's coffee when they already know the crew will be partying in the evening. 

There's no way they'll let their friend avoid having fun completely, and Law's shenanigans when drunk tend to be absolutely legendary. 

Like that time he'd reassembled his own body parts to replace his arms with his legs for what had to be the craziest bit of breakdancing known to mankind. 

Which he'd firmly denied ever having done the next morning, naturally. 

This day is one of those days where Penguin slipped a bit of vodka into Law's coffee. Sometimes he wonders why Law never protests. Maybe he secretly enjoys getting to let loose, especially given it's not out of his own choice.

So when the Hearts head to the local pub in the evening (there's said to be an anonymous mask ball), Law already seems a little more relaxed than usual. 

The masks everyone is wearing are a little ridiculous. Hakugan, the one crew member known to wear a mask on a regular basis, is wearing a mask designed to look like Bepo, while Bepo is wearing a replica of Hakugan's usual mask. 

Law made a very intricate mask that resembles Sora, Jean Bart's mask looks like one of the giants from the children's book "Brag Men", Ikkaku has put on a mask with a long nose resembling the Strawhat's sniper Usopp (whom she's been dating on and off, a well-kept secret among the crew, which is to say everyone knows about it and keeps teasing her with it). 

Shachi is in top form tonight, going above and beyond in having made a full-body orca suit, which coincidentally leaves his face open. Penguin keeps teasing him that he failed with his costume in covering the one single part he's actually meant to cover but Shachi just grumbles something about his sunglasses hiding him well enough. 

Penguin himself had been indecisive for the longest while. If he dresses up like his namesake Shachi and the others will make fun of him for being boring, but if he dresses up as anything else they'll tell him to stop being so extra. 

He sighs, looking at himself in the mirror. He loves getting to be with his best friends and found family all the time, but sometimes he does wish they'd be a little less predictable (and preferably less judgemental as well). 

When the evening comes around, Penguin has shrouded himself in a dark cloak with a hood, hiding his costume underneath. 

He ignores the pestering of all of his other crewmates to tell them what his disguise is as they make their way to the pub. 

When they get there, the first party-goers have already arrived. It's not very crowded yet, but the din makes it a little hard to communicate already. 

Shachi nudges Penguin. "Come ooooon, Pen! Stop hiding your disguise away already! Did you even dress up? Is the cloak your entire disguise?" 

Penguin huffs. "Obviously not. I'm not that boring, thanks." 

Shachi shrugs and goes off to fetch drinks for the entire crew. 

As it draws later in the evening, everyone's having a good time. Penguin is still in his cloak, feeling a little self-conscious about his disguise now that there's so many people around. 

He's currently leaning against a wall near the exit, when he notices somebody new come in. 

An angel with long golden hair. Well, at least her disguise is that of an angel, wearing a golden carneval mask over her eyes and fluffy white wings on her back. 

Penguin's pulse skyrockets just from seeing her. He wants to dance with her. He's gonna dance with her. 

The amount of drinks he's had so far are facilitating the decision making by a lot as he boldly steps toward the angel, speaking in a voice way deeper than his natural tone to impress her. "Hello there, beautiful lady. Could I ask for your first dance?" He curtsies in front of her slightly. 

The woman seems completely bewildered at immediately being asked to dance right after coming into the pub. "Uh. Hi. Uh. I'm gonna go get a drink first. Is that okay?" 

The drunk Penguin immediately sees his chance and offers. "I'll get it for you. What would you like?" 

After giving him the name of her drink of choice, Penguin swiftly goes to fetch it for her. He'll have to get rid of his cloak to dance with her, else he might trip over it and embarass himself. He's generally a little more prone to stumbling when around pretty women, so he'll have to be extra careful. 

When he returns and offers her the drink which she gladly accepts, she smiles awkwardly. "So... to whom do I owe the drink?" 

Penguin lifts back the hood of his cloak, revealing the large mustache he put on and his black hair which is far more tousled and messy than usual (a deliberate choice and not just his last-minute panic about what costume to choose, for sure.) Although most of his hair is hidden by the large pirate hat. 

The angel's eyes widen. "G-Gold Roger?" 

Penguin winks at her. "Yeah! Well, I'm not quite the king of the pirates. Yet. But the crew I captain will get there once we reach the end of the Grand Line for sure!" 

The angel laughs. "Guess we're polar opposites then. I'm dressed as an angel, and you've put on the guise of the devil himself." But then she catches herself. "W-wait. You're an actual pirate? Not just dressed up as one?" 

Penguin quickly reassures her. "We're a good crew! I promise. We have a lot of heart." He smiles stupidly at his own joke, completely oblivious to the fact that the woman wouldn't know him to be a Heart Pirate. 

The two proceed to dance, Penguin miraculously only stepping on her feet twice as the angel proves to be a great dancer (or simply great at avoiding his two left feet.) 

Since she'd come into the pub on her own Penguin drags her with him to meet his crew, where Law is thankfully not feeling social enough to talk to her, else his lie about being captain might have been revealed. 

As the night draws on, a karaoke is set up with an impromptu stage and a microphone den den mushi available for those who are brave enough to face the audience. 

Penguin, who's become absolutely smitten with the angel since the moment he first laid his eyes on her, immediately grabs the chance. He whispers into her ear. "Are you ready to witness the amazing singing talents of Captain Penguin of the Heart Pirates?" 

She giggles, pretty drunk at this point as well. "Give it all you have, captain!" 

What follows is what is indubitably the worst rendition of a romantic song the pub in question has ever had the misfortune of hearing. Penguin has many talents, but singing isn't one of them. 

But he sings with gusto, facing the angel and striking dramatically romantic poses all the while, making her giggle more and more, which is all Penguin cares about in that moment. 

As it gets even later in the evening - some of the crew members had already headed back home to the Tang - Penguin is simply not willing to let this lovely evening with the woman of his dreams end. He still doesn't know her name, which doesn't prove to be an issue as he simply drunkenly calls her "love of his life" every time. 

After being dared to do just that by Shachi, he invites her to spend the night with him. Unwilling to get himself a stern lecture by Law, Penguin arranges for one of the guest rooms situated above the pub, not wanting for his captain to come ruin his fortune by preventing him from having fun as always. 

The angel - who's just as drunk as Penguin - freezes at the invite, and very seriously asks him to pinky swear to her that he's a gentleman and not an evil pirate and won't harm her. 

After the pinky swear, she doesn't seem to have a single concern left in her drunken mind. 

After what Penguin would later refer to as the best and probably most drunken night of his life, the two wake up in each other's arms. 

Which would be incredibly romantic and sweet and crap, why doesn't Penguin remember the name of the lovely woman in his arms??, when he realises that they're not alone in the room. 

He tenses when his eyes fall on his captain, who looks like he's about to pop a vein on his forehead with how furious he looks. 

Penguin freezes and stares at Law like a deer in headlights. He mouths a silent "What?", not wanting to wake the lovely woman beside him. 

Law gestures for Penguin to get up and follow him outside. Penguin silently shakes his head, unwilling to leave the warm cocoon that is the angel's embrace. 

He looks down at her wistfully. She really is very beautiful. Maybe he's still drunk. Normally he doesn't have a single chance with someone of her caliber. 

Shachi does keep telling him how being drunk will "make even the ugliest hag look like a royal princess". Which Penguin hopes isn't right. Because he'd very much like the beauty in his arms to be real. And his. 

Apparently Law's hung over patience has been worn thin, because the next thing he knows is he's been shambled outside of the room, in front of Law, stark naked. He squeaks in a very unmanly fashion before glaring at Law. "What the hell, captain!" 

Law wordlessly hands him some clothes. "You and I are going to have a serious talk about safety. Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you? I thought you'd been kidnapped. But no. Of course. Just couldn't keep it in your pants. Damned moron." 

Law already sets out to leave, expecting Penguin to follow him. Penguin, now wearing his clothes, stares after him. 

His pounding headache from the hangover isn't helping him in thinking clearly, but he hates this. He hates that he doesn't know the name of the woman he was with, he hates that he can't get to say goodbye, he hates that he has to leave her right now without having even gotten to have the basic decency of letting her wake up in his arms. 

Between the pounding headache and his rapidly increasing guilt and sadness, he's feeling like a horrible worm of a man. 

He quickly steps back into the pub room, looking around in the drawers. Finally he finds a pen to write with. In lack of anything else to write on he tears a piece of his vivre card off, which he always has on him, even in the Gold Roger costume he wore last night. 

He writes on the card. "I'm sorry but I have to leave. You're amazing and I love you. Yours truly, Captain Penguin of the Heart Pirates." She doesn't need to know he's not actually Captain. He'll look cooler that way. 

He's really not good at writing cards. Especially not when hung over. Is "I love you" too much? Surely not. People write "Love, xxx" all the time. Which basically means "I love you, kiss kiss kiss." Right? 

He doesn't have any time to contemplate any longer. The blue film of Law's room spreads out around him, and suddenly he finds himself Shambles'd beside Law once more. 

Six long years pass after that fateful night. Six long years during which Penguin tries to recall the face of the woman he'd been with, but to no avail. Her name, her looks, it has all been lost to his drunken stupor. All he remembers is that she'd looked like an angel. 

He's not a stranger to one-night-stands, much to the dismay of Law who keeps lecturing him and Shachi on safety as if they were still teens, but that one woman he's sure can't have been real. He must have dreamt it. It simply was too good to be true. 

Chapter 3: Mama Bird

Summary:

Back to the present!

Chapter Text

Penguin gulps, staring at the lovely woman in the kitchen before him. He's definitely noticing how carefully she's holding Onigiri, which is already earning her major bonus points with him. 

He clears his throat. "Uhh. Hi." 

She blinks at him. "Hi." 

Thankfully Yuki interrupts what would only be a rather awkward silence. "Look, mamá! This is Pingüino! The capitán! I found him!" 

The woman frowns at Yuki. "Were you at the port again, Yuki? How many times do I need to tell you that pirates are dangerous? You can't just approach them." 

Yuki shakes her small head. "But mamá!! Are you even listening?? This is Pingüino! My dad!!"

The woman huffs and crosses her arms, fixing Penguin with a glare. "Prove it."

Penguin's throat goes dry. Prove it? How? "Uh. My name is written on my hat?", he suggests, pointing at the hat in question. 

Yuki laughs loudly at that. "He's wearing his own name in case he forgets! That's smart!" 

A faint smile plays around the woman's lips at that. "Hm. I guess that's a good point. Yuki, watch the kitchen." 

The woman heads off to rummage in some drawers in the living room before returning with a piece of paper. "This should prove it without a doubt." 

She places the piece of paper on the palm of her hand and then watches as it starts moving towards Penguin with infallible accuracy. 

Penguin stares at it wide-eyed. "You have my vivre card?" 

"You're the one that gave it to me." She takes the vivre card and hands it to him. 

When he reads the words, he blushes scarlet read. He recognizes his own writing, even if he doesn't remember giving it to her. It reads: "I'm sorry but I have to leave. You're amazing and I love you. Yours truly, Captain Penguin of the Heart Pirates."

Penguin's mouth suddenly feels very dry. "Uhm. Yeah. Well. I am Penguin. Heh." 

The woman's eyes narrow. "You left. Without a single word. Why did you even follow Yuki here?" 

Penguin sighs. "Look. I'm sorry. Even though I must have been pretty drunk cause I barely remember any of this, I wouldn't normally leave someone right after... well, you know. Something must have come up. And I was curious to see if it was true. If I'd actually-" He trails off. He can't say "be Yuki's dad." The words just won't come out of his mouth. 

He clears his throat, his voice suddenly assuming a much higher pitch. "Uhm. Am I? Her dad? Without a doubt?" 

He's freaking out a little on the inside, but the woman just nods. "Yeah. I don't- make a habit of sleeping around. Didn't back then, either." 

Penguin blinks owlishly as his eyes go from Yuki to the woman and back again. "Uh. Then why did you- Why did we...?" 

She sighs. "Honestly, you were really cute. I was quite drunk too and you kept giving me love confession after love confession that night. I couldn't resist. It was just so different from anyone who just wanted to take me to bed. Even if we did go there, so maybe it was all just an act." She frowns, looking at Penguin scrutinizingly. 

Penguin fidgets awkwardly. "So. Uh. Did you have any help? With, uh, having the baby? Raising her?" His eyes scoot over to Yuki again, although he's suddenly a little shy to look at her now that it's been confirmed that he is her actual father. 

The woman shrugs. "For the most part, yeah. The villagers on this island are really nice. They helped me out even though I'm an outsider. I don't have any family here, so I probably would have been screwed without them." 

Penguin breathes out in relief. "At least that." He takes a few moments to compose himself before adding. "I-I'm sorry. That I didn't uh, use protection that night. That I did that to you." 

The woman huffs. "We were both really drunk. But I appreciate the apology." 

Yuki guides Penguin to sit down on the sofa in the small living room, before bouncing up and down before him. "So now that you're here, you're gonna stay with us, right? I have so many drawings I wanna show you!!" 

Penguin first feels a hot, then a cold shiver run down his spine. "Uhh. About that? I- I can't exactly leave my crew behind, little one." He looks down at Yuki, admiring her features. He actually has a child. That's still so unreal to him. How's that even possible? He's just Penguin. Troublemaker, prankster officer. Not a responsible parent figure by any means. Oh god, Law's going to kill him. 

The woman sighs. "He's right, Yuki. He's a dangerous pirate, even if he looks pretty mellow." Penguin squawks in indignation, but she pays him no mind and continues. "But you can still show him your drawings, okay? Go fetch all of them. I'll make sure he doesn't run away again." At the last words, she shoots Penguin another glare, and he flinches at the venom behind that look. Okay, so she definitely isn't really happy with him, no matter how civil she's been acting so far. Good to know. 

Penguin bites his lip, feeling horrible. If what the woman said is true, then Yuki's been running to the harbor every time a ship came by, hoping it would be Penguin and his crew this time. How heartbreaking would it be for her if he just up and left again? But he can't give up on his life, on his friends, on Law, Shachi, Bepo and everybody else. He just can't. He can feel himself start to sweat as he sits there, uncomfortably aware of being alone in the room with the woman at the moment. 

Finally, he manages to gather his courage to ask. "I- I don't even know your name." 

The woman's eyes widen. "Are you kidding me?" 

Penguin squeaks again. "I'm so sorry! I barely remember anything from that night, remember!" 

She huffs. "Yeah, okay, makes sense. Just feels a bit ludicrous that you've had such a large impact on my life and don't even remember my name. Not like you remember anything else either, I guess. My name is Anita." 

She sighs, letting Onigiri down on the ground to go explore the surroundings, having held onto him until this moment. 

"Look, I'm really sorry, okay? I- I hate myself for not getting to say goodbye to you that morning and for- for not being there for Yuki. I mean, I still don't feel like I could be a dad, cause that's just surreal but still. I didn't mean to ruin your life like that." 

Anita shakes her head. "My life isn't ruined, and don't you dare let Yuki hear that. She's my pride and joy. I'm glad I've got her. Things haven't been easy for us. But we have each other." 

Something about that resonates within Penguin, reminding him of two little boys that lived on Swallow Island, having nobody but each other. 

"Can I- Can I help you? In any way? I want to help." 

Anita frowns, clearly thinking it over. "We don't have a lot, but we're happy. Yuki's growing so fast, she keeps needing new clothes, so I guess if you have gold to spare I'd ask for that." 

"Yeah. Of course. Anything to help. I'll give you all my savings. We all share our loot amongst each other on the crew anyways so I'll make some again soon." 

Anita looks genuinely surprised. "Really? You're just going to part with all of your personal savings? I guess you're not just all talk." 

Penguin feels incredibly offended that she'd thought that. "Come on, angel- I mean, Anita! I'm not a horrible person." And then, with a very small voice he adds, tone full of self-doubt: "Just a deadbeat dad, apparently." 

Yuki comes back into the room, carrying a plethora of drawings and sketchbooks in her hand. 

They're incredibly messy, but Penguin's heart sings with joy as the little girl shows him all of her drawings so proudly. 

A lot of them are about him, although in her drawings he more looks like a human-sized penguin mink than an actual human. 

There's scenes of him holding Yuki's hands, holding Anita's hands, so much wishful imagining of a family life as three. Penguin's heart breaks just thinking about leaving these two behind. 

He carefully strokes over Yuki's head. "You're a great artist, Yuki. I bet you'll be a world famous painter one day!" 

Yuki's eyes shine with glee. "You really think so?!"

"I'm sure of it." 

Onigiri, who's now done inspecting the living room, hops onto Yuki's lap and sniffs her eagerly, making her put aside her drawings. He starts licking her leg and she giggles. "That tickles! Stop, little perro!" 

Penguin didn't realize he was crying out of happiness until he sees the tears drop down onto the sofa. He quickly wipes them away, glancing over at Anita who's viewing him with an inscrutable expression. 

He clears his throat before speaking, even though he can't completely hide the teary note from his voice. "The dog's name is Onigiri. He's our crew dog. He's the best guard dog any pirate crew has ever had." 

Yuki giggles. "But he's so tiny! Any thief would probably just overlook him!" 

As if Onigiri understood what she said, he hops off of Yuki's lap and onto Penguin's, settling down comfortably for a nap, completely content with his exploration of the surroundings and having made sure this is a safe place to stay for himself and Penguin, like a good protector dog would. 

Penguin gathers his courage and speaks up almost timidly. "Yuki. Do you like living here?"

Yuki furrows her brows in confusion. "Huh? Yeah. This place is nice. Why?" 

Penguin gulps and looks away. "I- I'll have to set off with my crew again. Probably sooner than later, our captain is very impatient once we've restocked on supplies."

Yuki's lip starts quivering. "WHAT? Already? B-but I only just met you and I only just showed you half of my drawings and I've waited for so long and-" 

Before he knows it, he's got a crying child flinging herself at him. Onigiri yips and looks up in concern, having been woken up from his slumber. 

Penguin holds Yuki awkwardly in his arms, trying to hug her back well, but the feeling is leaving him very confused. He's never had to do much with children but he already feels incredibly guilty for making Yuki cry like this, no matter how true his words might be. 

He looks to Anita helplessly, but she just shrugs, not having a remedy for this either. 

Yuki sniffles against his side. "I've only just met you. You can't just leave me again!" 

Penguin holds her closely and sighs. "I- I can't give up my pirate life. My friends. I'm really sorry. I wish I could stay with you, and I'd love to see all of your other drawings too, but..." 

But they're interrupted as a few men suddenly enter the cabin. Penguin tenses up at first but relaxes once he recognizes Shachi, Hakugan and Uni. "Why are you here?" 

Shachi grins from ear to ear. "Captain sent us. We're supposed to help the lovely ladies pack." He winks at Anita flirtatiously, which makes Penguin feel a lot more jealous and protective than he has any right to. 

Penguin frowns. "Help them pack? Why? What the hell is going on here?" Anita adds: "That's what I'd like to know." 

Uni explains. "Bepo overheard what the little girl said to you with his fine hearing. He got super excited that you're a dad and immediately told Law. Who absolutely lost his shit-" He breaks off to giggle. "But then he said that the three of us should follow after you and help the little girl and her mother pack." 

Anita huffs. "What the hell kind of decision is that? He can't just... abduct us." 

Shachi grins even wider. "Not an abduction! But if you're the mother of Penguin's kid, and that there is actually Penguin's kid, then you're gonna come with us, of course. Cause that makes ya family!" 

Anita looks absolutely bewildered and speechless, but Yuki looks beyond excited. "C-Come with you? Can I come with you, Pingüino? Then you won't have to leave me again!" 

Hakugan frowns. "Wasn't that the plan to begin with? The hell were you gonna do, Penguin, just leave them here knowing you have a family?" 

Penguin is getting redder and redder by the minute. "I-It's not like I was in a relationship with Anita here before. It was just a one-night-stand." 

Anita nods. "Yeah. I'd be mad to just leave everything and join a pirate crew on a whim."

Shachi laughs heartily. "Well, good! We're a bunch of madlads too, so you'll fit right in with our crew!" 

Penguin can't help but feel incredible uncomfortable with how lightly Shachi's taking this. He turns to Anita pleadingly. "I-Is that something you'd be willing to consider? Coming with us? We're a good crew, I promise. Things can get dangerous, but-" He looks down, fidgeting with his hands. "Things can get dangerous everywhere. Pirates could come to this seemingly peaceful island too. If you come with us-" He looks back up, meeting her eyes, his expression serious. "Then I promise you on everything I hold dearly that I will protect you and Yuki with my life." 

Yuki cheers happily. "I'll start packing right away!!" 

Anita still looks a little frozen and unsure, but it's obvious that Penguin's heartfelt words have moved her, even if only a little. 

She finally voices her concerns. "But won't it be weird? I'm not a pirate. I don't- I've never even learned to fight. I don't belong on a crew like yours." 

Penguin, heart beating in his throat, gets up and sits down beside Anita, taking one of her hands into both of his. "Anita. That's not something I would ever expect of you. You'd just do whatever you can, and that'd be good enough." It feels like his heart's beating out of his chest as he adds. "But I- I'd love to get to know you. Properly. To get to know Yuki. If- If captain is really okay with this-" He turns to look at Shachi, who nods, before looking back at her. "Then I'd be really happy to have you join us. I'll make sure you won't lack for anything. And I'll even protect you from captain's moodswings." He adds the last part with a crooked grin, making Uni and Hakugan snicker in the background. 

Anita sighs and looks down at her hand in his. "I- I wouldn't mind it so much for me. But I can't endanger Yuki by any means. I can't let her come to harm just because-" She's clearly struggling to let herself be so vulnerable, especially now that three other strangers have come into the room too. "Just because I'd like for her to get to be part of an actual family. Because I'd love to not be so alone anymore." 

Just then, Shachi gets a ring on his baby transponder snail. "What is it?", he asks. Bepo's voice responds. "The radars have detected a large ship coming this way. We can't see them yet, it could be marines or other pirates. Finish packing and get back here as quickly as you can!" 

Penguin freezes in fear. Maybe he won't have the necessary time to convince Anita and Yuki to come join them. Maybe it's all been for naught. What if he will never see them again after this? Never get to properly get to know this angelic woman and his very own daughter? He pleads with her. "Please. Anita. What if it's a crew full of dangerous pirates? Or even corrupt marines? Please. Don't just reject this." 

Anita takes a deep breath, clearly realizing the urgency of the situation. "If Yuki and I join you and I realize that it's too dangerous for us to be on your crew. Would you let us get off again? Build a new life on a peaceful island?" 

Penguin nods seriously. "Yes. I would. I swear to you, that I will respect whatever decision you make. We're an honorable crew. I promise to you that you can trust us." 

No matter how true his words may be, he worries that she's not going to believe him. Why should she, after all? She barely knows him. He's not sure if he would trust him if he was in her shoes. 

She exhales deeply and makes her decision. "Fine. We're coming with you. Yuki. This is urgent. We're only taking the emergency suitcases and everything you can gather within five minutes. Understand?" 

Yuki does a little salute and immediately scuttles off to fetch her belongings. 

Shachi looks impressed as he asks. "Emergency suitcases?" 

Anita nods as she gets up and produces a suitcase from the wardrobe. "Yeah. We always keep them handy and restocked. They have money, emergency food and changes of clothing. I've had to flee the places I lived in a few times before. Best to be prepared." 

Shachi looks seriously impressed, and Penguin feels much the same way. Before he can stop himself, he blurts out. "Wow, you're amazing, angel. I mean, Anita." He quickly corrects himself, blushing hard. 

"Why do you keep calling me angel?", Anita asks as she grabs some of her other belongings strewn about into various other backpacks and bags.

Penguin clears his throat, mortified to admit to this in front of the other three. "Well, cause you look like one. You're just as beautiful." 

As expected, all three of his crewmates start snickering, overjoyed to get to overhear this embarassing moment. 

Anita just laughs softly. "Oh. Yeah. I vaguely remember you saying something like that when I met you." 

Yuki and Anita are ready to leave just a few minutes later. Penguin takes the time to ask them once more. "Are you sure about this?" 

Anita nods, expression a mix of grim determination. "Yeah. I'll hold you to that promise. Yuki's safety comes first." 

Penguin nods. "You have my word. Let's go." He quickly fetches Onigiri into his arms to make sure the little troublemaker won't cost them any time on their way to the ship. 

They make haste, Shachi and Hakugan taking over carrying the suitcases and Uni the bags as Penguin lets Yuki ride on his shoulders. Her legs are simply too short to uphold the speed of the adults. Anita had initially been the one to offer to carry her but Penguin had waved her offer aside with a gentle smile. "No need. I've got more than enough strength to go around." 

What Anita had said before was true. She wasn't a fighter, or trained by any means. Even with their heavy cargo the four Heart Pirates would easily outpace her, but they make sure to match her speed to not make her feel like a burden. 

When they arrive on the Polar Tang and get on board, most everybody else is already inside, ready to submerge. 

Bepo ushers them inside, although he's visibly extremely excited to get to meet Penguin's daughter. Which is still incredibly surreal to Penguin. Once they've all made it inside, Law's there, waiting for Anita and Yuki. He formally introduces himself. "Hello. My name is Trafalgar Law. I am the captain of this vessel. As I'm sure my men have told you, you are free to stay with us for as long as you wish. You are now officially under the protection of the Heart Pirates, whereever you are or may go." 

Penguin preens, feeling incredibly proud to serve under such a good captain and awesome friend. 

Anita replies just as politely. "Thank you. I'll make sure not to be a burden to you or your crew. I greatly appreciate everything you're doing for us." 

She seems very tense, like she's about to run away, so Penguin steps up beside her and puts a hand on her back, just the faintest hint of a  touch to reassure her instead of scaring her further. "I'm here. You and Yuki aren't alone, ya hear me?" He gives her one of his winning smiles, the type that make every lady swoon with a 100% chance of success (in his dreams, at least). 

Anita looks a little confused at his smile but then nods, Yuki clinging onto her leg. 

Law exchanges a meaningful glance with Penguin. "You and I are going to have one long talk once we're submerged and these two are settled in." 

Penguin nods ruefully, already dreading that happening. He smiles at Anita and Yuki. Come on. I'll show you what room you're going to stay in until we've figured out the new living arrangements. I'm sure it's a bit overwhelming, being around this many strangers and what with us about to submerge as well." 

Anita nods gratefully, while Yuki doesn't seem scared in the slightest, taking in the inside of the Polar Tang with wide, curious eyes. 

Penguin can't help but feel happy as he sees her expression. His daughter's expression. He's going to make damn sure that she gets to have an awesome and fun time on this ship. While he's still terrified of suddenly being a dad now, he's starting to get more and more excited by the idea of it. And even if he struggles with it, he's got the Heart Pirates to back him up when he needs them. 

-Fin-

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy wholesome Dad!Penguin as much as I do ^-^

One Piece collage which I'm proud to get to have hung in my room!

Single pics for better effect:

Eustass D. Husband Kid

Roronoa Zoro

Portgas D. Ace

Donquixote Doflamingo

Trafalgar Law

Donquixote "Corazon" Rocinante

Bepo Birthday Doshinji!

Wasn't using Tumblr yet when I made this, so here's a belated upload :P

In case you'd prefer to read panel by panel:

Corazon trolling Doflamingo Doshinji!