SUMMARY: You knew Jax before the circus and you were very close. But after something happened between Ribbit and him, a rift formed between you as well. A rift that grows wider each day, one that he does not want repaired, especially after she abstracted.
PAIRING: Jax × gn!reader
CONTENT: Angst, all the angst, nothing but angst, you've been warned
NOTES: Short drabble. This does NOT I repeat DOES NOT include any spoilers for the last episode! I did see it yesterday and wow! But I will wait until it's on YouTube before posting fics with ep 9 plot! I dont normally write angst but this is how I'm coping 😭😭😭
It hurt, it hurt everytime you tried to fix things, because he would remind you of things you never wanted to be reminded of. You don't know what happened to him- one day he was joyful and your best friend, the next it was like you never knew him. The four of you were as close as can be, but one-by-one, that changed. Now you mainly hung out with Kaufmo after...not wanting to even be near the rabbit.
He didn't seem to mind one bit.
"You know- you really should stop trying to be friends with me again, that ship sailed a long time ago and it's not docking anytime soon" the voice you knew all too well startled you as you were sitting in the café alone, not wanting to deal with anyone right now. Turning back, you see your once closest friend staring at you with his fake ass smile and hand on his hip, taunting you. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself as you thought of a response, him standing there, waiting.
"Oh really now? You still refused to tell me what happened and I respected you. But now it spiraled and it's like I don't even know you anymore. All we had was each other, and now...this? This is how you treat me? After knowing you for so many years and helping you whenever and wherever I could? You're pathetic" scoffing, you returned to your hot chocolate that was not satisfying in the slightest, rubbing your finger around the lip. You knew you should give up, should have given up a long time ago, yet, you didn't. You refused from the plain principle of it. But you knew him. You...you loved him. In what way? Undetermined. But you knew your love for him exceeded even this digital hellscape and you tried your hardest to not let it consume you.
"Yeah, and? Kinger had Queenie and we know how that turned out" you slammed your hands on the counter and stood up, offended for Kinger despite him not even being here. Enraged, you quickly turned around and marched right up to the smirking bastard, knowing he's saying these things just to make you hate him. But you never could. Never.
"Don't you dare! I can't believe you just said that! What happened between us? We were best friends..." your anger quickly turned to sadness, a tear making its way down your cheek that you wiped away. You missed your other half, the things you both went through together before coming here must mean nothing to him now, despite it meaning everything to you.
"And? What does that matter? You were always so...sensitive, about that. Come on! We can still be best friends! Have some fun! These people are nobodies so what does it matter? I'm just being honest anyways" The fact that he was being so nonchalant and careless was a stab to your heart, he was never like this. You missed the joyful laughs not caused by hurting other people, the laughs that'd make you smile and laugh with him.
"Some fun? My version of fun doesn't involve insulting and physically assaulting other people, it was never your version of fun either. If you're asking me to join you in your little 'games'- well I refuse. And its not honesty, its simply called being an a-hole. Now leave me alone, that was the whole point of me coming up here" scoffing, you turned around to go back to your seat, expecting him to grab your wrist and apologize, but that never happens. You sit down without issue and in complete silence. After a short bit, you turn around and see that he's gone. Exhaling a breath you didnt know you were holding, you rub your face and sigh, soul ripping apart even more than it already had been.
Yet you still wanted him, wanted to be by his side, you never wanted to let go.
❝Hiding your devil fruit from everyone is the only rule. Unless it's your crush.❞
PAIRING: Monkey D. Luffy ╱ fem!reader
TAGS: fluff, angst, the timeline starts at Thriller Bark and contains spoilers up to Egghead
WORDS COUNT: 13k
LOU'S NOTES: Hi! English is not my first language, so let me know if you see any mistake, I would be very grateful <3
The sea obeyed your voice.
Its waters danced and whispered just for you, caressing your feet and soothing your pains, thrilling your soul with its gentle mirages that carried you back home. Pleased to embrace you in its waves once more. Pleased with your return.
The sea waited for you for centuries. Patient. Longing. Tearful.
No soul had been born who could tame its ferocity. The times were divine, rushing to shore without coinciding with him could be a catastrophe. So it forced itself to endure. To tolerate the pain. To tolerate the desire to see him again.
It remained hidden under the wing of a specific family, protected by them on a remote island in Grand Line, for centuries without being disturbed. They passed the word down from parents to children, grandparents to grandchildren. That devil fruit, kept in a locked chest, with its peculiar conch shell shape that glowed in shades of blue and light blue, was not to be consumed.
The fruit would choose its bearer. Like no other, it would sing to attract whoever it desired, until it made them carry an unknown destiny. Anyone who coveted it wrongly would be punished.
And everyone learned to respect it.
You had always been curious. Why was your family the only one who knew about its existence and could take care of it, when there were so many others on the island? Why couldn't anyone else even get close enough to appreciate it? What was known about that devil fruit was passed on by word of mouth. Your aunt had told you about its appearance during a festival in the village, while dancing with laughter, one jump after another, to the rhythm of "don, don, don, don", but she didn't know if it was real either. Someone else had told her about it.
Your grandmother wouldn't let anyone near the old temple on the highest hill on the island. The task of caring for it was relegated to a few women in the family, those who had the gift of hearing. Hearing what? You thought it was nonsense. How could anyone hear a fruit? As a child, you couldn't make sense of it.
But curiosity kept you awake.
And you understood everything at the age of seven.
A festival to an ancient god was being celebrated in the village. Sitting on a bench —a tree trunk cut down by your father—, you admired those present. There it was again. That rhythm. That dance. It was fun, it was playful, it was free. The huge smiles on their faces were something that only that dance could give.
The dance of Nika.
They did it once a month, as if trying to call him, intending him to join in the fun if he saw them, and something inside you told you that this god would do just that. He would join them with a huge laugh. And the party would never end.
But what was happening here was more than just a party. It was a plea. The people of your village and your family believed that he would return to save them. And someone important would come with him.
You shook your head from side to side, playing with the fabric of your white dress when you heard it.
A melancholic voice sang melodies that pressed on your heart. You were too young to understand the longing behind that song, the pain of loss. Its slowness differed from the joy in Nika's rhythm.
You covered your ears, not wanting to hear any more. But it was calling you. It was making you get up from your seat against your will.
Under the watchful gaze of your grandmother, whom you could not see through the sea of people, you made your way towards the forest. The old woman heard the crying in that song, more intense than ever. It was different from what it always whispered to her. Now it was crying out for you.
You followed the path with a grimace. It was lit by small golden lanterns shaped like flowers. Despite your fear of being scolded for entering the forbidden area, you couldn't help but follow that voice. Its broken song gradually changed, becoming a little more cheerful. Enough so as not to break your heart. You wondered if this is what the song of the sirens sounded like, the ones you read about in your book, the ones who lived on gyojin island.
You stopped in front of the temple. How many minutes had it taken you to climb the hill? You had lost track of time while enveloped in those melodies.
Seeing it up close took your breath away. Tall marble pillars surrounded by ivy stood before you. A glass dome revealed the interior of the place, making your blood run cold.
A golden statue of a woman stood in the middle, surrounded by water. Would you sink if you approached it? Or would it be shallow, free to walk towards it? That woman looked up at the sky with her back to you, her arms outstretched, her fingers curved as if touching something.
Was she singing? Could a statue sing? Or was it...? You searched with your eyes until you found it. A chest rested at her feet, surrounded by vines. As if it had never been touched before.
But something in that voice asked you to. Something in that woman's position begged you for something.
You dipped your tiny feet into the water and a sigh of relief escaped from within you when the water only reached your hips. For an adult, it would reach their knees or lower.
You walked across the slimy ground covered in seaweed, pouting in disgust. Your grandmother protected this place, but it seemed she didn't clean it, given its condition.
The singing grew softer as you got closer. The moonlight made the statue look more beautiful, but its golden colour would shine brighter in the sun.
When you reached its feet, which were in front of your face, you raised your hands to the vines, pulling them off one by one. The chest, once freed, looked old. Conveniently, a key lay beside it. You shook your head in confusion. No one had stolen it in centuries, and you had made it there without anyone stopping you. What were they afraid of? It was silly to fear a fruit. Surely it had some foolish power, like the men on the reward posters that arrived every week. There were a few incredible powers, but there were also fruits that seemed bad to you.
You inserted the key into the lock, opening the chest carefully so as not to break it. You widened your eyes in amazement when you saw it. It shone in shades of blue and light blue, shaped like a seashell. So this was what the devil's fruit looked like. You took it in your hands, not knowing that you were being allowed to do so. Not knowing that your destiny was being forged.
Standing by the island's beach, with the celebration behind her, your grandmother smiled softly. The clock was ticking again.
He had already been born and consumed his fruit, and he had chosen you at the same time to accompany him.
With the sudden violence of the sea that night, the people dancing merrily and a little girl spitting in a temple alone, the old woman welcomed the goddess of the sea.
The "Hito Hito no Mi, model: Naia" had chosen its bearer.
Your growth since that night had been quite an adventure. Your grandmother had told you things, like the name of the fruit and where it came from. The reason why your family had protected it for generations and generations finally had an answer. You were direct descendants of Naia, but the goddess was jealous and refused to choose a woman before the time. You didn't know who she was waiting for, and the old woman didn't have a concrete answer. Only old beliefs that had been instilled in her, which she couldn't vouch for as being true.
But if you were there, in front of her, surrounded by fish that seemed to be talking to you, then there was a chance that he was also in another sea.
The longer you lived in the village, the more miracles happened. The famine ceased with the increasing abundance of fish. Your unconscious attracted large fish and beasts from the Grand Line, which were hunted to feed the villagers. They ate through tears, thanking the sun god for his help, without knowing who was really responsible.
Ships began to stop there. After four years, your voice began to attract sailors, bounty hunters, and pirates. With their visits, the families around you were able to support themselves. The imminent improvement in the standard of living among these villagers caught the attention of the world government. An island was rising and should not remain outside their hands, living according to their laws. Abiding by the rules was the best they could do.
However, no one could accept it. The hatred in their hearts consumed them alive. These people were not the kind who wanted to be protected by the marine or receive the light of the world government by paying tribute. No. These people had their beliefs, beliefs that those above despised. Beliefs for which they would seek to silence them.
Your grandmother knew that your devil fruit would bring trouble. If the legends were true, the search for your existence would be relentless.
A woman with the ability to control the sea was an aberration to everyone who admired her. A forbidden existence hidden like a myth.
But myths had an origin and, in turn, someone who tried to destroy them.
As a very young girl, you had no control over the sea. The strong emotions he was unaccustomed to sent him into a frenzy. Your cries stirred up hurricanes, impossible to stop until your heart was calm again. Your anger violently shook the waves, your sudden outbursts calling forth tsunamis.
Their frequency was not something that the world government —who kept their eyes on the island that was suddenly making a name for itself— could ignore. Marines disguised as sailors or ordinary tourists came and went, reporting what they saw. Was that island changing its magnetic field? After centuries of maintaining the same one? Or was something beyond their control happening?
It was after a huge earthquake and a subsequent tsunami, one that was out of the ordinary, with waves so big that they flooded the coast and left the island without a port, that your grandmother made the decision to expel you. CP0 began prowling the area when you were seventeen. They walked around looking at all the women, with instructions to pay special attention to the youngest ones.
Any who showed abnormalities. Any who seemed to interact unnaturally with the sea. Any who talked to fish.
The one who could be the woman the five elders wanted desperately.
Your grandmother, your aunt, and your mother did everything in their power. Sooner or later, those government agents would find the temple to the goddess Naia, confirming the suspicions of the celestial dragons. That temple, that golden statue facing the sun, was the only one in the world.
Those who knew her believed she had died, leaving no trace of her passage through life, a woman who would never set foot in such a rotten place again. But there she was, laughing in their faces, always hidden, always waiting for the right moment to return.
The three women in your family knew that news of such magnitude would not sit well. Everyone was in danger, not just you. And they were willing to face them as long as they could be reunited.
Your mother pulled you by the hand, all of them covering their mouths to stifle their tired gasps. The forest was the village's domain, illuminated in every corner, trees marked to indicate the paths back home. Your aunt carried a bag of clothes and your grandmother led the way.
They came upon a flooded coastline. Four villagers were holding onto tree trunks, pulling on ropes tied to the boat to keep it steady. They had placed two barrels of provisions inside. You looked at everyone in alarm, not knowing what to say, not wanting to leave.
This island was your home. Everyone had watched you grow up. Why did you have to leave everything behind? Just because of an ancient legend that no one knew was real?
The old woman placed her hands on your cheeks after your aunt had wrapped the bag around your body.
"You must flee, child." She whispered.
You shook your head, frightened. Yes, your devil fruit seemed to control the sea, but you had never sailed. You had never gone out into the world. And you would not be going out onto a calm sea. You lived in Grand Line, and out there were fearsome pirates, the yonko sailed those waters.
"It's for your own good. And for the good of the world." She tucked your hair behind your ear with trembling hands. "One day you'll understand."
"I don't want to go." You whispered, looking at your mother pleadingly.
"It is Naia's will." Your grandmother called your attention again. "You, Y/N, must continue living."
Naia, that mythical goddess again. What did it matter if you were her chosen one for something you couldn't understand?
"Lie. Don't talk about your devil fruit. Don't reveal it to anyone. That way you can survive." Your mother's words squeezed your heart.
"Don't worry about us, we'll be fine." Your aunt said with a smile.
"Destiny will bring the two of you together." Murmured the older woman.
Her kisses on your forehead, the calm sea as the villagers lifted you onto the boat, their hands waving in the distance, your uncontrollable crying.
You didn't know how long you had cried as the small boat sailed on its own course. The sea remained calm around you as it carried you as far away as possible from your native island. An island where government agents searched relentlessly for a young woman who fit the description, interrogating and silently murdering those who refused to cooperate.
At some point, your eyes closed after crying for so long, each tear altering the sea around your island, unknowingly embracing the lifeless bodies of many girls you called your friends, as well as those of adults and elderly women. Among them, your family.
All protecting a goddess who would help a new dawn arrive.
Usopp prepared his bait, ready to catch something. They hadn't put anything in the aquarium for days. Luffy had put another shark in, and it had eaten all the fish, leaving them without provisions, without meat. Their captain was more unbearable than ever, and he had only gone a day and a half without eating meat.
He cast his line, humming his song as he tapped his feet. The sun burned his skin, and the sea seemed particularly calm that day. Would he catch anything if no fish came near the worms he had stolen from Robin's garden?
Zoro left his weight on the ground, opening the window of the crow's nest.
"Oi, there's something shining in the water." He announced.
Usopp raised his fishing rod, looking for his binoculars. Nami and Robin put down their magazines and books and stood up.
"Something shiny? Treasure?" Nami asked, smiling.
"I want to see!" Luffy shouted, opening the kitchen door. His rubber arms stretched out to the deck railing, throwing himself towards it to get there faster.
Robin smiled as she watched him jump up and down excitedly. Soon the others arrived, crowding around the railing. Chopper was lifted up by Zoro, who sat him on his shoulder so he could see better. Sanji stood next to them, smoking.
"We have to catch it!" Said Luffy.
"Oi, Luffy, wait." Usopp murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder. "First we need to see what it is from a distance."
"We can always throw it back into the sea." Added Robin.
"You're so scary!" Shouted Usopp.
"Luffy, bring that shiny thing over here." Ordered Nami to the rubber boy, looking excitedly at the glint in the distance.
The captain's arms stretched out as far as they could, pulling the small boat towards the Sunny Go at a speed that the sea offered no resistance to. Refusing to protect her from him.
"I see barrels!" Chopper shouted.
"Super!" Franky celebrated.
"Will they have food? I hope it's in good condition." Said Sanji.
"I hope it's treasure..." Nami said dreamily, clasping her hands together with a huge smile.
"I hope it doesn't kill us." Usopp lamented, thinking it was a trap.
"We can always throw it back into the sea." Robin repeated.
Luffy blinked, tilting his head to one side. Inside the boat was a girl, sleeping as if she weren't in the Grand Line. He pressed his lips together when he noticed the trail of tears on her cheeks. Her eyelashes were still wet, as if she had never stopped crying, even in her dreams.
"Chopper, we have to help her."
The seriousness in his tone alerted the crew. They looked closely, the sun no longer dazzling their eyes, revealing the figure trembling as she hugged a bag.
"We have to get her on board!" The crew's doctor ran to Franky after Zoro brought him down.
They all worked together without asking any questions yet.
There was a girl in their infirmary. A girl who had suddenly appeared amid those treacherous waters, sleeping as if she didn't care about the danger of her actions. A girl who was burning with fever while the little reindeer placed damp cloths on her forehead.
Sanji made tea for everyone while they waited for news from the doctor, curious about her identity.
"I checked her belongings. There was nothing with her name on it. Just clothes and food." Robin commented.
Nami tucked a strand of her short hair behind her ear and sighed.
"All we can do is wait for her to wake up."
"How did she survive?" Murmured Zoro, leaning against the kitchen wall with his arms crossed.
"It's a mystery. Falling asleep in Grand Line with all the pirates around who could have killed her..." Robin shook her head.
"Lucky we found her." Nami acknowledged.
Sanji was holding back, but the soft smile on his face and the multiple turns he made while serving tea told everyone how happy he was with the presence of another woman in the crew. The swordsman insulted him under his breath, earning himself a kick, and then starting a fight.
Everyone ignored them, accustomed to their behaviour. As the hours passed, uncertainty grew among those present. They continued with their activities while you were being treated. All that remained was to wait for you to wake up and tell them about yourself.
You opened your eyes slightly, looking around in confusion. It wasn't your boat. There was no captivating sky above you. There were no waves rocking your body to calm your crying.
You sat up a little on the examination table, leaning on one elbow. The two lamps that illuminated the area provided good lighting. On your left were two small shelves with bottles, their labels showing you the names of their contents. Medicines. Looking to your right, a single desk stood with more medical instruments. Laboratory tubes with different coloured caps, a stone mortar, many books and posters with drawings, from lungs to bones.
But what caught your attention most was the creature sitting in the chair. It looked like a stuffed animal. You had never seen anything like it on your home island.
"Oh! You're awake!" A shrill voice startled you.
Did that stuffed animal talk?
"What are you?" You asked, raising your eyebrows. "Can you talk? Where am I?"
"I'm the doctor for this crew." He climbed onto a stool next to you to examine you.
You seemed to be feeling better. Sanji could prepare something to boost your strength.
"A pirate crew?" You whispered fearfully.
The worst-case scenario was being captured by pirates. You mentally berated yourself for not being more careful. For falling asleep. For not begging harder to stay at home.
"Wait here." Said the little one, adjusting his tiny doctor’s coat as he left what looked like the infirmary.
You found him cute, but you weren’t going to admit it. You had to escape, not succumb to this creature. You found your sandals next to the examination table and put them on. You climbed down, making as little noise as possible, and opened the door again. You found yourself on the deck, its grass making you gasp, but you covered your mouth so as not to be discovered.
You had to survive. You had to hide. That's what your grandmother would have wanted. Your mother. Your aunt. They had all given you the chance to live. You just hoped they were all right.
You ran towards the deck in search of your boat, but growled when you didn't see it.
"Wait! Don't jump!" A female voice shouted behind you.
You turned around fearfully. A beautiful woman with short orange hair was approaching you slowly, careful not to scare you any more.
"I'm Nami. The navigator of this crew." She introduced herself with a sweet smile.
"Am I on a pirate ship?"
"We're not like other pirates." The woman assured you.
"We're good!" Shouted the doctor behind her. "And you shouldn't be out of bed. You could get sick again."
"My angel, allow this cook to be your slave and treat you like the princess you are." Said a man crouching in front of you with a bowl of soup. It smelled good. Did he say slave?
You blinked in confusion.
"Why don't you become my slave and, as your first order, jump off the ship?" Said a man with green hair and two katanas at his waist.
The blond's eyebrow twitched and he turned towards the swordsman, kicking him.
"You're going to scare her." Said a melodious voice. A woman with black hair and bangs looked at you with a sweet gaze.
"You're not going to kill us, are you?" Asked a man with a long nose hiding behind the black-haired girl.
"I thought you were going to kill me."
"Usopp is afraid of cockroaches. You could kill him with that before he tries anything." Teased the orange-haired girl.
"Oi, Nami, why are you telling her that!?"
You watched them interact for a few minutes. They were... funny. Like a little family. They didn't look like the pirates you read about in your books or in the newspaper. The dreaded Rocks D. Xebec, the mighty Whitebeard, the youngest yonko Shanks. They were all intimidating, with powerful crews, but these pirates were strange.
You smiled softly, unaware of the gaze of a certain rubber boy sitting on the lion's head.
His eyes, curious about the girl in front of him, tried to find something he had seen before. Some trace of those tears that soaked your cheeks, as if the pain you carried was greater than you wanted to show. What you hid inside you would one day explode, but until then, until you let him see it, he only wanted one thing from you.
"Join my crew!" He shouted from above. "That way you won't have to go on that little boat."
You looked up, and the air around you seemed unreachable, forbidding you to have it as you lost yourself in that smile, so bright as it melted into the setting sun.
It wasn't like you to trust so quickly. It wasn't like you to wander around with your eyes closed, without trying to figure out other people's intentions. But nothing in his gaze, in their gazes, showed you any hostility or malice. That young man who stood above everyone else as their captain had a calming aura. As if everyone would be fine by his side. As if even the greatest dangers could not disturb them with him by their side.
You knew you could have refused that day. Sailed alone until you found another island. But wherever you went, you would carry the danger with you.
And along with them, you discovered that the danger was represented by their captain.
On your first day after agreeing to join, everyone introduced themselves to you. The doctor was called Chopper, a cute blue-nosed reindeer who loved telling you medical facts, eating cotton candy, and hated the heat. He knew a lot about medicinal herbs and had an incredible dream.
The beautiful black-haired woman was Nico Robin, wanted by the World Government for being the only survivor of Ohara. She was an archaeologist and her knowledge of everything dazzled you. They told you that they had defied the World Government to save her life, and your heart beat faster.
If they knew that CP0 was after you, would they fight for you? Could you be that important to them?
The navigator, Nami, had been part of the crew from the beginning. She liked to buy pretty clothes and treasures. But what fascinated you most was her knowledge of the weather, her ability to anticipate the sea. You didn't need to announce the whispers of those waters if she could interpret them.
The long-nosed guy, Usopp, served as a sniper. His weapon confused you, forcing you to shut your mouth when you saw him use it. He never missed a single shot, always hitting the target. Nami and Robin would bet, and the short-haired girl always won because she trusted him.
The green-haired man was Roronoa Zoro, who had earned a reputation as a pirate hunter. He was serious and slept a lot, but when he laughed, he laughed heartily. He also had a strange obsession with annoying the blond man. The cook with the weird phrases and compliments, Sanji. His meals were a delicacy, and he had taken the time to ask you what your favourite was so he could make it and make you smile.
The man who only wore swimming trunks was the ship's carpenter, Franky. He had built the Sunny Go, and you considered it a work of art. You complimented the aquarium, and the area would possibly become your favourite.
And the captain, Monkey D. Luffy. That boy with his silly rubber devil fruit that made you smile. He was cheerful, playful, and funny. If everyone was here, he must be someone trustworthy.
Everything about him caught your attention.
As the days passed, you allowed yourself to feel comfortable around them. Perhaps this wasn't what your grandmother would have preferred, but if these people were enemies of the world government, then there was no safer place for you and your true identity.
No one could find a faceless girl with forbidden abilities, let alone imagine that she was now a pirate.
You told them what you could about yourself. Saying your name or talking about where you were born was not a challenge. These people did not judge you or pry into your past, not if it did not directly affect them. You discovered that they tolerated being mocked, but they did not tolerate anyone talking to or touching their friends. It was a silent respect for one another, a fondness that went beyond understanding. They were friends, they were where they needed to be. Where they belonged.
And just as everyone had their role in the crew, you couldn't really find yours.
They didn't force you to learn how to fight like an expert, but they wanted to teach you the basics so you could defend yourself.
You couldn't reveal the truth about your devil fruit. You had only mentioned that you had one, but you didn't know its powers. You had never used it to attack, as you had never been forced or needed to do so. You had never seen what it limited you to and what it promised you. With the "Hito Hito no Mi, model: Naia", you could only hear fish and sea creatures. And there was something else. Something you had discovered that embraced you in your darkest moments.
The addition of Brook —a skeleton who played various instruments and sang, which almost gave you a heart attack when you saw him— helped a lot to maintain a façade. His devil fruit had worked after he died. Everyone assumed that yours would awaken when the time was right.
Living day to day, joke after joke, disaster after disaster, was relaxing you.
You played with water pistols with everyone, shared clothes with Nami and Robin (and at night you spoiled each other with face masks and massages), you laughed at Sanji and Zoro's fights, rejected the cook's attempts to take you on a date, played guessing games about what was inside Chopper's laboratory tubes to make him smile, gave Brook ideas for songs while you drank tea together, joined in Franky and Usopp's shooting competitions, betting on who would hit the target. Always trusting the sniper, winning berries that you shared with Nami.
Luffy taught you your little training sessions to learn how to defend yourself. More than once he found you staring at him blankly, thinking you didn't understand how to throw a good punch, when in reality you were just mesmerised. Enchanted by his joy. By his smile. By his disposition. By his beauty.
"You have to bring one arm back and then push with the other! Like this!" He said, frowning in concentration.
Nami and Robin watched them, both leaning against the railing on the upper floor, outside the room the three of you shared.
"Luffy always gets like this when he decides to take on a pupil..." Sighed the navigator. "Luffy, Y/N isn't a kung fu dugong!"
The rubber boy looked at you.
"You're not going to make it?" He lamented, lowering his arms. "Zoro! Lend her one of your katanas!"
"No way." Muttered the swordsman without opening his eyes, trying to sleep.
Preparing your mind and body to improve your defence, those weak blows you used to deliver, was something you never imagined you would have to do when you lived in your village. Keeping up with your captain and the crew's cook was torture. Kicks to the head, hips, legs. Punches to the chin, stomach, nose. They were trying to teach you something you could use in a complex situation, if you didn't have time to hide. Which seemed silly to you.
Luffy's dream was to become the pirate king.
A noble dream. A dream for the brave.
He talked to you about freedom, about how the freest man in the world would be the one who became the pirate king, and you listened to him. He would sit next to you after training, when Sanji left them alone to prepare a snack at sunset. The rubber boy talked about everything and nothing. The words flowed from him as if from an inexhaustible source.
In a short time, you got to know his older brother, Ace, who, impressively, was the commander of Whitebeard's second division. A certain Dadan who raised them both alongside some mountain bandits. A young woman named Makino who always brought them clothes and taught them manners. His grandfather Garp, who served as a vice admiral in the marine and always wanted to force him to join. The yonko Shanks, who was the original owner of his straw hat, with whom he had a mission to return it when he surpassed him. And his brother Sabo, who died as a child and whom he missed madly.
Luffy talked and talked, filling your silences, smiling at you when you said something. Patiently waiting for you to talk about yourself. Eagerly waiting for you to open up. For your freedom by his side. Because that was what he wanted most for his friends. For them to be free.
But what chance of freedom could he give them if he was suffering so much?
His reality hit him like cold water. He was there, and yet he wasn't.
His world was falling apart.
He had lost them all in Sabaody. He believed he was strong, he believed he could overcome anything with enough courage, with enough confidence. If he had them by his side, he could overcome anything that came his way. He would fight for his dream, for the dreams of his friends, for the dreams of the people he met along the way.
He would do everything possible to put a smile on their faces.
So why were they determined to take his smile away? Why did they make them disappear before his eyes? Why did they let him smile broadly when he saved his brother, only to force him to hold him in his arms as he whispered his last words? Why did they have to kill Ace? Why?
Luffy was devastated. Those who were present when he awoke heard his cries of agony in the jungle. His pleas for Ace. His questions about his whereabouts.
He banged his body against the trees. His head against the rocks. He cried uncontrollably, asking, begging, pleading. A soft "thank you for loving me" repeated over and over in his mind, breaking him as he hugged himself.
It was Jinbe who pulled him out of the constant spiral his thoughts were caught up in. The doubts that gnawed at him were stagnating. Luffy wanted to be strong. He wanted to be strong enough not to lose anyone else. He wanted to be strong enough to carry his brother's will with him so that one day he could look up at the sky and smile at him, showing him that he had succeeded. He had become the king of pirates.
The news of Whitebeard's and his commander's deaths spread around the world. It received positive reactions from those who feared them and had been harmed by them. Fear spread throughout the territories that had been protected by this powerful crew. But those who suffered the most were the small family who had raised and watched these brothers grow up in Foosha.
Holding the newspaper in your hands, you read and reread the news. Just like everyone else in the crew, you wanted to be by his side. You could feel where he was. The sea whispered it to you, and you were impulsive. You never measured your actions. You never said enough to yourself. So you stole a small boat on that desolate island where you had ended up after their separation in Sabaody.
You let the sea guide you without a log pose, leading you to your captain. After a few days, you ignored the new newspaper announcing that Luffy had returned to the scene of the tragedy. Two years. You would all be reunited in two years. But you couldn't not go to his side.
You wanted to give him something to hold on to. Something that would give him calm and strength while everyone waited for their reunion.
The sea beasts cleared your path and escorted you somewhere. It took you three days to reach a jungle island. You got off your boat, nervously smoothing your white shirt. You trusted the sea. It wouldn't be wrong. But if Luffy was in this place, how would you get to him without being killed by one of those beasts growling in the distance? Sanji had taught you a few kicks, and your captain a few punches, but you were still weak.
This island was covered in vegetation. The trees stood proudly, as tall as if they were competing with each other to be the first to reach the sunlight. The plants with strange leaves were striking, to the point that something in your mind told you not to touch them. And in the distance, threatening to erupt, you could see three volcanoes.
You entered the jungle, startled by the sound of quick, heavy footsteps running towards you. You looked to your side and your scream echoed through the trees.
A larger-than-normal tiger was approaching you, baring fangs as long as your arm. You froze in fear, falling to the grass as you closed your eyes when it lunged to bite.
"Young lady? I don't know how you got here, but this is no place for beautiful girls."
You opened your eyes when death did not come, and instead there was an elderly man adjusting his glasses in front of you, smiling sideways. The tiger lay between you both, unconscious.
"Old man Rayleigh! Where are you?"
The speed with which you stood up impressed the man in front of you, whose name was Rayleigh. Rayleigh? You looked at him again. He closed his eyes, a gentle smile on his face, crossing his arms. You had read about him. You had read everything about the pirate king and his crew.
"Huh? Y/N?" You looked behind the dark king and there he was. Your captain, completely bandaged, looking at you in surprise. "Y/N!"
His movements were, all in all, normal. He didn't use his powers as he ran towards you and wrapped you in his arms. He seemed to be careful with his body, and he certainly needed to be.
"What are you doing here? How did you get here? How are the others? We were supposed to meet in two years!" His excited voice as he pulled your body close to his using what little strength he had devastated you.
You hugged him back, careful not to disturb any areas where the injury was more severe. You felt a slight tremor in his body as he asked a thousand questions, not giving you time to answer.
Rayleigh watched the two of you thoughtfully, Jinbe joining him at his side, having felt a sudden calling.
"I came by boat." You whispered.
"The little boat? That's dangerous." Said Luffy.
"Young lady, you crossed the Calm Belt and overcame all those sea beasts in a simple boat? You must be very strong." Rayleigh inquired.
"It's not that." Jinbe wanted to say, but the words reached no one but you in your mind.
Your eyes quickly found him, and he smiled at you.
"Oi, Y/N, Y/N, are you going to stay?" Luffy asked with a huge smile, capturing your full attention.
"No. I'd be interrupting whatever is going on here."
"You need to train, you're still weak." He teased.
"I'm not!" You complained.
But you were. The right-hand man of the Pirate King and the first son of the sea smiled amusedly. One, knowing the whole story. And the other, having grown up with a legend.
The sun and the sea belonged to each other. And the sun and the sea were unknowingly facing each other.
"If you don't mind, I have a proposal for you, miss Y/N." Said the gyojin.
Luffy and you stopped arguing and looked at him.
"I would like to train you in gyojin karate."
"Gyojin karate? I'm bad with my fists." You muttered, embarrassed.
"That would be great, Jinbe!" Said Luffy, picking his nose. "But doesn't it only work with gyojin? Will she turn into a mermaid?"
"She'll make it work better than anyone else." Said Rayleigh, walking towards a campfire. "I'll give you a month to talk and for Luffy to recover. Then you'll leave with Jinbe. Is that alright with both of you?"
Luffy nodded, dragging you by the hand towards the campfire.
In a month, he and you grew closer. You discovered all kinds of beetles, a hobby of his that you loved. You made them fight, betting on which one would win, groaning in frustration when you lost. You could never beat him when he had the advantage of knowledge over you.
You fought over the food Rayleigh hunted, receiving teasing from the adult who quickly grew fond of you. In his eyes, you were a sweet girl who needed to bring out that hidden strength. Jinbe only scolded Luffy when he bit your hand before you could take some meat.
It caught your attention how in the mornings your captain was a cheerful boy, giving a huge smile to anyone, but at night he would break down. You slept separately. Rayleigh used to cover him with his cape, and Jinbe covered you with his. But when no one was looking, when they went to the island's shore to talk in private, Luffy would move.
He sought refuge in your arms. He didn't ask for permission. He didn't ask questions. He didn't speak. All you felt were his bandaged arms wrapped around your waist and his face against your chest. If tears wet your shirt and silent sobs shook his body, you said nothing. You stroked his hair silently until he fell asleep, and only after making sure he was, did you sleep yourself.
It was the morning after a nightmare woke him up that you made your decision.
You had done this three or four times in your life. You weren't sure you could do it, but that was the only reason you had visited Rusukaina.
On the shore, you took off your sandals and put your feet in the water. The weakness of seawater, which must bother all users of the devil's fruit, never bothered you. When they said it was an anomaly, this was why.
You stretched your hand out over the water and it rose just ten centimetres. You clenched it into a fist and opened it again. Fifteen centimetres. You closed it again and the water fell, splashing as it formed a puddle. A puddle in the sea. The water was mirrored, confirming your success.
"How can you be there if you ate a devil fruit?"
You looked up, frightened.
Luffy looked at you confused, his head tilted to one side and his lips pursed.
"You didn't eat one then?"
"Luffy..."
"I saw you lift the water."
"It must have been your imagination." You said, smiling nervously.
"No. Earlier on the Sunny Go, I saw you attract the fish. I thought it was Camie, but Camie doesn't eat her friends."
You remained silent.
"It must be great to be able to swim with a devil fruit!" He laughed as he approached you. "What were you doing with the water? Something like fium and splash!"
You scratched the back of your neck while the bandaged boy moved his hands in exaggerated movements. That was just how he was. And you were becoming more attached to him than usual. The way he explained things with the sounds they made made you smile.
"If I tell you, it will be a secret between us."
"Are you going to show me your treasure?" He asked, his eyes sparkling.
"Something like that."
You took his hand, pulling him close to you. You both looked out at the puddle in the sea, so much like a mirror.
With the end of the month and the promise to meet again in two years, you parted ways. The truth about your devil fruit was kept by your captain, who smiled happily at learning more about you. Happy at how little by little you were opening up to them. To him.
He begged you for different tricks with water, bursting into laughter when the sea water weakened him. He understood why Jinbe had to be the one to train you, eager to know how strong you would be in two years. He was saddened when, at night, he no longer had your warmth by his side and your caresses on his hair to soothe his pain and trauma.
But he took refuge in your gift.
That puddle you had created in the sea was trapped in a seashell. You had taught him how to take the enchanted water out and put it back in, with no limit on its use.
He believed it was the best thing in the world after his hat, his brothers, and his crew.
His lonely nights were filled with laughter by the sea. Laughter that had previously only existed in his memories, but which he could now hear and see. The puddle formed mirages, reflecting his memories.
He saw Ace. He saw Sabo. He saw the three of them running through Mount Colubo. Hunting, playing, fighting. He cried at everything he witnessed. Just hearing his brothers being happy, Sabo counting the points in their training sessions, Ace teasing him for being weak, his taunts at seeing his older brother embarrassed when receiving compliments from Makino. It all made his heart ache.
The two years passed more quickly than the crew had expected. The strength they had all gained, their new skills and their new appearances were something to be appreciated.
Your training with Jinbe on a remote island in order to hide your identity had been laborious. You were good at gyojin karate. Your devil fruit responded to you with ease now. You could defend yourself and attack without relying on others, but the adult had told you that you still had a long way to go. The Hito Hito no Mi would not stop there. You still had to awaken it. You still had to learn more with it, without limiting yourself. You could do anything you could imagine with enough determination.
You smiled amusedly when you saw Nami sitting at the bar, drinking alone. You approached her from behind, hugging her and whispering in her ear.
"Are you free tonight?"
The woman, now with long hair, shuddered when she recognised the voice and turned around with a smile.
"Y/N!" Her arms wrapped around you in a big hug. "It's been so long! You look amazing!"
"You look beautiful, Nami." You said, sitting down next to her with a smile.
"Ladies, would you like me to buy you a drink?"
You both turned towards the voice with disinterest, your expressions instantly changing when you recognised it. Usopp was smiling, looking more confident than ever. Nami and you rushed to hug him, starting to talk about everything the three of you had done in those two years. You talked a little about your training, saying that you were now good at karate, proud of your attacks.
As the minutes passed, you met up with the others again.
The Sunny Go was still in the same place you left it, without a single scratch. Seeing most of the crew filled your heart with joy. Those people who had welcomed you with open arms two years ago were finally in front of you again.
Franky whistled and complimented the beautiful women in front of him. His appearance had changed a lot since the past, but he was approached by Usopp, who looked at him excitedly and asked all sorts of questions. Chopper, wearing a new hat and looking cuter than ever, jumped around and hugged Robin excitedly. He had missed everyone dearly. Robin, more beautiful than ever with her long hair, talked about her days with the Revolutionary Army.
Everyone looked healthy, but above all, they looked happy. Happy to be back where they belonged.
But someone was missing.
And just thinking about seeing him again made your heart race wildly inside your chest, wanting to escape.
"I can't wait to see how much Luffy has changed since last time!" Usopp exclaimed with a smile from ear to ear. "I'm so excited to see him!"
"Me too." Said Robin.
You nodded silently, smiling fondly. When the assumption was made that he might have gotten himself into trouble, Chopper offered to go find the three remaining members. The moment the little one left, an irreplaceable presence fell from above.
Brook had left behind his life as a world-renowned musician to return to his beloved friends. They all welcomed him with smiles.
"And I thought you couldn't get any more beautiful…" Commented the skeleton, looking at the three women. "Well… Two years have passed."
He sat down on a barrel and a few strings of his guitar resonated in the air.
"Would you all be so kind and show me your panties?"
"No way!"
Nami kicked him away, while Robin and you laughed.
"Oi! Guys!"
You looked up just as his voice reached your ears. Your big smile matched those of the others, but the sparkle in your eyes hid the longing in your heart, those feelings that had blossomed when you spent a month together, completely alone, sleeping in each other's arms every night. Those feelings you tried to fight, repeating in your mind like a mantra that they would pass if you didn't see him, breaking down when you dreamed of his smile or when you thought of his reaction to seeing you again.
You stayed behind the others with a sudden blush on your cheeks.
You had never seen him without his multiple bandages. And now there he was, stepping onto the deck of the Sunny Go while greeting everyone, wearing an open red shirt that revealed that huge scar.
Luffy had gained muscle. He looked stronger. More confident. And yet, you could see that he was the same as always, that his strength and confidence were centred on the people around him.
The rubber boy looked for you, smiling when he saw you.
Neither of you spoke, at least not out loud, pretending that nothing had happened between you.
The journey to Fishman Island had been quite an adventure. Seeing the underwater world left you speechless. Holding onto the railing, you admired the different schools of fish that surrounded the ship from time to time, circling twice before swimming away. You wanted to reach out and feel them against your skin, but that would have exposed you. The sea water did not weaken you, and the crew knew you had an “unused” devil fruit.
"I think they're greeting you." You looked to your side, to that warm presence.
Luffy was looking at a school of pink fish that had come up to your face to look at you from the other side of the bubble.
"Yes?" You said, amused.
"We could eat them."
"Don't even think about it." You scolded him.
"But you're not a mermaid!"
"But they talk to me. They're friends."
"Friends aren't for eating." He muttered, pressing his lips together.
You giggled admiringly at the little pout he made as his stomach growled. That soft sound from you disturbed the sea animals around the Sunny Go, who were happily swirling around.
"Are there always so many fish? How cool!" Said Usopp, standing next to you.
You snuggled up to Luffy a little, pretending not to know anything. Luffy moved his mouth into a pout to one side, also pretending not to know.
"You're bad at lying." You whispered.
"I'm not." He whispered back.
You laughed, leaving him with Usopp.
Fishman Island was a dreamlike place. Your devil fruit seemed comfortable there, and the mermaids and gyojin looked at you excitedly.
The powerful goddess of the sea, Naia, stood before them.
The legend told for generations spoke of how she was always accompanied by a man. A clingy man who never left her side. A playful man who always made her laugh. A selfish man who never refrained from looking at her with love and wanting her for himself.
That man was the sun god.
They said that when they separated, the goddess cried so much that her tears disturbed the sea. The catastrophe caused by the forced breakup of their love made her sleep for centuries. And at some point, when the sun rose again, she would wake up.
Mothers and children never stopped talking about how they, the inhabitants of Fishman Island, would be the first to recognise her. After all, Naia was a kind of mother to that race.
Everyone wondered who the man accompanying you would be.
Nami and Robin watched amused as the little mermen, mermaids, and gyojin children clung to you shamelessly, asking you to play with them. You had no idea how to refuse. Throughout the banquet, you were here and there, performing water tricks hidden from your crew, entertaining the little ones who were excited by the slightest thing you did.
Jinbe, happy to see your progress and how you were doing in the water, smiled as he drank his sake.
Everyone was having a good time. Everyone except for a rubber boy who occasionally remembered that you weren't by his side and, capriciously, pouted. He calmed down again when they gave him meat, enjoying the party.
You sat down next to him, exhausted. You didn't know what other tricks to do for those children. You took a sip of sake, on the verge of spitting it out when another gyojin child came up in front of you.
"Oi, kids, she's mine for now." Said Luffy, frowning and taking a bite of meat.
You blushed, trying to drink the sake faster. Robin raised an eyebrow at his words, giving the orange-haired woman beside her an inquiring look. They both knew how possessive the rubber boy could be. His hat and his friends were equally important to him. But that phrase… That tone was different.
The impact his words could have on one's life or day was foreign to Luffy. Noticing that what he unconsciously said brought a revolution was not something he cared about.
He continued as if nothing had happened.
And so, his normal behaviour over the following days came as no surprise to anyone. The navigator and the archaeologist watched you both closely, knowing that there was something else going on between you.
Even though your captain sat next to you at breakfast, fighting with you over the portions you hadn't eaten yet (something he would do with anyone), there was something strange about it. The natural way you would slap his hand and growl at him. The way he would bite your hand hard, making you cry out. They did not remember the two of you being so close before Sabaody, two years ago.
You had not had time to develop such a friendship.
And it did not seem like a simple friendship.
One night, when you hadn't yet come to your room to sleep with them, they talked.
"Seriously, if those two are a couple and they didn't tell us..." Whispered Nami.
"I don't think they are. In fact, I think that's where they're headed." Robin refuted.
"If Luffy feels something for her, he won't notice." Growled the navigator, burying her face in her pillow.
The black-haired woman smiled as she sat on her own bed.
"We just have to give them time." She murmured.
"We have to keep an eye on them."
"Without interfering." Robin concluded.
Island after island you visited in the future, day after day that passed, both women decided to give you privacy, paying attention only during dinners. As if reviewing the day, looking for some sign of progress.
It was amid the heat of the flames and the volcanoes about to erupt in Punk Hazard that Robin noticed the first detail: Luffy talked to you like he didn't talk to anyone else.
The heat was unbearable, you could barely stand that kind of hell, ignoring that your captain now looked like a centaur and shouted excitedly that he liked having four legs. If you looked closer, you noticed that the ones at the back, which had just been attached, were barely working. They flew through the air because Luffy's legs did all the work.
You wiped the sweat from your forehead for the fourth time when the smiling boy approached you. He leaned over to you, whispering in your ear.
"Why don't you make something like a sphere of water and hydrate yourself?"
"I can't. There's no source of water nearby." You whispered.
"Your sweat."
You parted your lips, not believing what he had said. Use your sweat? And why was he looking at you like that? With his brow slightly furrowed, as if he had said the most serious, intelligent and obvious thing in the world. You smiled amusedly, patting his shoulder.
Robin noticed it again when all of you arrived on the other side of the lake, where the island became wintry. The small group was shivering from the cold, freezing after falling into the water. The archaeologist sighed as she felt her body warm up, turning to check that everyone was okay, raising her eyebrows briefly in surprise.
Her captain was wrapping a coat around your body, as if it were a practised movement. Neither of you knew that Luffy had actually watched others do this and wanted to try it himself.
Because that's what people who loved someone else did, right? Give them a coat so they would never be cold. Rayleigh had done it for him when they trained together. Hancock had lent him hers to get to Sabaody.
In his mind, if you cared about someone, you should give them a coat.
Although he knew very well why he only wanted to give it to you.
During the banquet, when you walked away to comfort Chopper, who was frightened by Trafalgar Law, the two women sat down to exchange information. Nami hadn't seen anything unusual, so she was surprised to hear about her captain's actions towards you.
The navigator became frustrated when she couldn't stay in Dressrosa, feeling like she was missing out on everything. Robin promised to keep her informed when they met again.
And so she did.
You had signed up with him for the coliseum tournament, wearing one of the many gladiator outfits. Luckily, you had been placed in a different block from Luffy, saving you from a difficult fate. It wasn't time for your competition yet when Zoro came looking for the two of you.
The urgency with which you began searching for the exit made you anxious. Outside, it would soon be chaos, but the thought of Luffy abandoning one of the few physical reminders he had of his brother made your heart ache. You wished you could get it for him, but he had forbidden you to do so. If he left, you would go with him.
You stopped in your tracks for a few seconds when you realised there was nowhere to escape. Encountering Bartolomeo and Bellamy only confirmed your suspicions. It was all a trap and you were trapped in the coliseum, only he knew the way out.
"Luffy senpai, what will happen to the Mera Mera no Mi?" Asked the green-haired man, staring at the wall.
"The lives of my comrades are more important."
You bit your lower lip. A physical reminder of Ace that he couldn't have. A physical reminder that would give him a glimpse of his time in the world, something that would show him that he was there. You could stay in the coliseum without any problems. Win it, take it away in its chest, keep it safe, and run away with it until you could give it to Luffy...
Luffy tugged on your little finger without looking at you to pull you out of your thoughts. Bartolomeo talked non-stop, still facing the wall, about how he had always planned to win it for him. Because he admired him. He admired the whole crew and would do anything for any of you, but especially for the young man next to you.
You turned to look back when approaching footsteps interrupted you. You frowned at the man. He was dressed like a noble would be. And he wore a custom hat.
"I won't let you keep the Mera Mera no Mi, Straw Hat Luffy."
"What are you talking about, idiot?" Bartolomeo growled, walking towards him. "I don't know who you think you are, but to you he is Luffy senpai. Respect him!"
The green-haired man continued talking, trying to intimidate him, but that man was not fazed. He was calm, not taking his eyes off the boy you loved. You began to frown.
"I've known all that for a long time." Said the man, pushing Bartolomeo away.
You stood in front of Luffy, trying to protect him when he started to approach. Your right hand took a familiar gyojin karate stance, and something in the blond's gaze seemed to sparkle in recognition. The rubber boy stood in front of you again, hating that you were protecting him.
But what happened next was something neither of you were prepared for. You stepped aside, your lower lip trembling, unable to interrupt them.
You could only watch your rubber boy crying as he hugged him. His sobs were loud, letting out more than he had allowed himself to do at your side. He apologised. He repeated to the blond that everything was fine and that he shouldn't apologise. The older one thanked him for staying alive.
And you were broken, thanking whoever for this joy in his life.
Living two years of his life believing that he had lost his two older brothers must have been the greatest torture.
In Zou, despite the situation they had to face in Big Mom's territory, Nami and Robin made a space for themselves.
"So, his brother is the second in command of the Revolutionary Army?" The navigator whispered.
Robin nodded. She had kept that secret for two years.
"Sabo noticed something too."
"What?"
"I don't know what happened between the three of them, but when Luffy and Y/N were sleeping after the battle..."
"Separately?" Whispered Nami.
"Yes and no. Luffy was in bed and Y/N was holding his hand, sitting on the floor."
The navigator nodded thoughtfully, waiting for her to continue.
"Sabo said he liked his little brother's girlfriend."
Nami's eyes widened in surprise.
As if Zoro and Franky hadn't heard the revolutionary's conversation too. Now you had two more pairs of eyes watching you from afar.
As night fell, you yawned relaxed in bed. You couldn't be at peace for long. Your stomach churned at the thought of Luffy going to the territory of a yonko without you. It calmed you to think that the friends he was going with were good and trustworthy. Bringing Sanji back was essential.
You couldn't imagine your days without him in the kitchen, occupying every corner and filling the room with his twists and compliments.
The blanket was lifted carefully and arms wrapped around your waist.
"Luffy?" You whispered.
"Mhm."
Your heart skipped a beat. Should you put one hand on his hair and the other on his back like you used to? Should you tell him to go back to his room? To his bed? And not feel his warmth. Not feel his heartbeat. Not comfort him in silence. Since you saw each other again, you hadn't slept together.
"Y/N?" He whispered, resting his chin on your chest. "You must stroke my hair."
His demanding tone, trapped in a pout, made you giggle. He relaxed under your touch. He hadn’t wanted to bother you when you saw each other again, but he had missed this. Your fingers in his hair, the gentle circles traced on his back, waking up without you leaving him.
You had stolen his heart in a month, and he wasn't doing anything about it.
"Sorry." He murmured, his cheek resting on your chest. His tone didn't seem to regret whatever he was regretting in the slightest.
"Why are you apologising?"
"I gave Sabo your gift. The seashell." He whispered without looking at you. "I thought he would need it more than I did."
You smiled, resisting the urge to kiss his forehead.
"It’s okay. I can make you another one if you want."
Luffy didn't say what he was thinking. He knew you would make those magical pools for him if he asked, without needing a seashell. Next time, he wanted to show you everything he had to show.
But that would have to wait.
Wano was unlike anything you had ever seen before.
The suffering of the people in this village made your blood boil. Poor people had nothing to eat, and their water was contaminated. Seeing them live dehydrated, with sick children and rumbling stomachs, pushed you to your limit.
Hiding your identity would be difficult in this country. They needed you, so you allowed yourself to do something in secret. The gentle touch of your hands began to purify the water of the river of Ebisu, the pollution seeping into your bones. You didn't mention it to anyone, it was an experiment. You wanted to know your limits.
The flowing water was clean, perfect for the children, elderly and adults in the area. It was the little you could do while enduring the pollution. You had to find a way to expel it from within you without causing havoc. Throwing it away and contaminating plants, the land for future crops or the sea itself disgusted you.
But maybe, enduring it was your mistake.
Perhaps if you had gone against your principles and stopped trusting Luffy's words, those that promised to save this country, you would not be suffering now. But it was impossible for you not to do so. It was impossible for you not to trust him. You knew he would succeed, because he never lied. He worked hard for what he set out to do.
He was like sunshine in the lives of those who knew him.
You tolerated the contamination in your bones during the battles in Onigashima, but weeks had passed since you received it and your body began to take its toll at the worst possible moment.
You could only hear Nami and Usopp's screams when you stood in front of them. The three of you had a little girl with you. Otama was Luffy's adoration, and putting her in danger was something you would never forgive yourself for. The powers of your devil fruit did not respond in time to counter the threatening attack of the yonko Big Mom, an attack that was aimed at your friends.
The "heavenly fire" struck your body, its impact propelling it and slamming it against the walls. That homie, Prometheus, pushed your body wall to wall, breaking them one by one as if he were on a mission. As if he wanted to kill someone from the straw hat crew.
You spat out a little blood when the fire became more intense. It was burning your torso and arms. If you moved your fingers slightly, you didn't have the strength to call on the sea water, nor to send Prometheus backwards.
A song reached your ears. You opened your eyes slightly, meeting the gaze of the homie, so threatening and sinister. You smiled slightly, knowing you would be safe.
That soft intonation, almost as if a mother were tucking her beloved child into bed, could not be heard by anyone else present on Onigashima. Naia's song was exclusively for you, only heard on special occasions. The first time you heard it, you consumed her fruit. And this time, everything was a mystery.
"Y/N!"
Was that cry from Usopp or Nami? You couldn't see them. You could only watch Prometheus rage at your smile.
A gasp escaped from within you as the force of his attack tripled. The other homies joined him, Hera and Napoleon, carrying you through the hard rock wall.
A beep stunned your ears.
Your body fell from a height impossible to calculate. The abyss drew you into its darkness, and you could do nothing but embrace it.
The severity of your injuries left you with no strength to scream. To call for help. To call out to anyone.
Luffy, your friends, the people of Wano who trusted you. Was this your end? Was this Naia's will, for which you had been expelled from your native island? Did you really have to die like this?
The water engulfed you as you hit hard, sinking you to the depths.
"Announcement to all of Onigashima!"
Bao Huang's shout echoed in every corner. The fighting didn't stop, but everyone was paying attention. Something had changed.
"A member of the straw hat crew has been defeated!"
Usopp growled, wiping away his tears in despair. He felt useless. He should have taken the attack, not let you cover him. He couldn't do anything because of the fear. He couldn't do anything to stop you from falling. Nami hugged Otama, sobbing hard, apologising to Luffy over and over again even though her captain wasn't in front of them. How could she explain to him that she let the woman he loved be killed right in front of his eyes? Everyone's friend? Another straw hat.
"Y/N has been killed by Big Mom-sama!"
At different points on Onigashima, the crew was moved. Different reactions crossed their faces. Anger, sadness, regret. Some, like Chopper and Brook, shouted through their tears that you couldn't have died. That Bao Huang was lying. Others, like Zoro and Sanji, silently continued to fight. You were just as stubborn as Luffy, whatever had happened to you, you wouldn't stop there. Jinbe stopped dead in his tracks as Robin hugged Chopper, looking for something to hold on to before her thoughts consumed her mind.
Luffy's heart scratched at his chest as he was forced to hold back.
He wanted to run to the edge of the terrace. He wanted to look down. He felt the need for his longing to become one with the sea despite his inability to swim. And he felt you. The soft beating of your heart, how weak your pulse was, and how calm the waves were. Could you drown if you were the sea itself? Could your wounds condemn your soul to an irreversible fate?
He clenched his fists, unflinching. One mistake, one moment of weakness, would end everyone's life.
For some strange reason, the news from Bao Huang did not affect him like it did the others, who were crying incessantly.
Luffy trusted you, even when his observation haki could no longer sense your heartbeat.
You had spent a month together. You had slept together. You had shared and fought over food. You had cared for his mind and his nightmares without him asking. You had listened to his whole story and his dreams, while opening up about yours only to him. You had been one of the reasons he was standing there today, fighting.
He trusted you. He trusted that you would be okay.
If your origin was the sea, then you would return to it. And the sea would do its thing to bring you back.
Because you belonged by his side, in a silent agreement that neither of you would break.
In the depths, hundreds of fish and sea creatures surrounded your lifeless body, giving you space, shy to be near their goddess. Your outstretched arms allowed them to see you. The burns on your torso and neck continued to bleed, despite the water's attempts to soothe them. The pollution tolerated for weeks drained away little by little, oozing from your body until it gathered into a sphere.
"Nika, you've got yours!"
"Oi, Luffy! That's my food!"
The voices, clearly reproachful, echoed among those present under the sea.
"Naia! Come jump!"
"Y/N, let's play something!"
A heartbeat.
"Nika, stop moving, you're annoying."
"Luffy, I can't sleep if you move around so much. Go to your bed."
Another heartbeat.
"Naia is mean."
"Y/N is mean, she wouldn't let me eat her food."
Fire ravaged Onigashima. Everyone began to gather in one place, desperately searching for a solution. The captain of the straw hat pirates continued to fight Kaido, filling the atmosphere with anxiety. No member of the alliance wanted to hear any more bad news.
"Even if Straw Hat-ya wins, we'll all die in the fire." Said the captain of the heart pirates. "We have to find a way to put it out."
Nami took a few steps towards the centre, standing next to Marco as some surfaces began to give way.
The sudden tremor in the floor frightened everyone. Several fell to the floor, breathing heavily amid the flames and two powerful presences fighting on the terrace. The navigator held Otama tightly in front of her.
"An earthquake? How is that possible up here?" She said, confused.
"This isn't normal. Something's happening." Robin drew some minks towards the centre with her powers.
"Is Straw Hat provoking it?" Kid growled.
"No..." Law said. "He's still fighting Kaido."
"I sense another presence-yoi."
"It’s not Luffy or Kaido? What’s going on? Robin!" Chopper hugged the archaeologist, crying.
"There’s something in the sea!"
The scream of one of the beast pirates alarmed their opponents, with Law being the first to look into the hole you had made in the wall before dying. His crew had been on the Polar Tang at the moment you fell, but according to their reports, it was impossible to reach your body. A blue sphere surrounded you and the sea beasts threatened to attack them. They could have killed his friends, but something was holding them back. The waves battered his submarine, sending it away every time it approached where you were supposed to be.
One by one, they took clumsy steps to look through the hole, at a considerable distance, afraid of falling. Most of the straw hats did not want to see what was left after your death. The pain in their hearts could not be revealed, and their tears could not be shed. Not until it was all over.
The waves crashed into each other with fury, their directions unnatural. Not even the weather in the New World could explain something like that. Nami left Otama next to a sleeping Zoro, holding onto the wall to get a closer look.
"The water is receding." She whispered. "Everyone, stay in the centre!"
"Oi, oi, Nami, the waves can't reach up here, why are you worried?" Asked Usopp.
"Because of that thing that's taking shape."
The metres receded by the sea rose up in a wave. A wave almost two thousand metres high, immovable. And in its centre, there was a figure. A woman created from water, rivalling a giant in size.
"We won't get out of here alive." Cried Usopp.
"Robin-chan, Nami-swan, I'll protect you."
"Sanji! Me too!" Chopper whimpered.
"She looks like..." Law whispered.
"That's Y/N!" Jinbe shouted.
The entire crew's eyes widened before they began screaming and crying.
"Monster!" Usopp exclaimed upon seeing the figure.
"What is that thing, it's scary!" Nami cried.
"Y/N-chan had that kind of power all along?" Sanji shouted, leaning further out of the hole.
"I'm glad she's alive, yohoho!"
"It's a super miracle!" Franky sobbed.
"What a peculiar shape..." Robin murmured thoughtfully. "Do you know anything about it, Jinbe-san?"
The gyojin smiled broadly.
Naia had returned.
"I would recommend everyone stand in the centre and hold each other. Y/N is going to do something."
You cupped the water in your hands. Just as you had practised for two years, you had no reason to be nervous. Your body felt healthy and light as you became the sea itself. The burns would still be there once you broke this form, but now it was enough. Jinbe had trained you relentlessly so that you could achieve his hikishio ipponzeoi.
You prepared your attack and, without hesitation, half the sea was thrown towards Onigashima.
The flood was unprecedented.
The fire was completely extinguished. The devil fruit users weakened. The few gyojin who were there saved everyone from being swept away by the waves. Nami carried Otama, Usopp saved Robin, Sanji held Zoro, Franky grabbed Brook, and Jinbe put Chopper on his shoulder. Everyone in the crew smiled as they looked out to sea, where your figure stood in all its grandeur and splendour. To say they were surprised would be an understatement. They had so much to ask you. Two wanted to apologise for everything you had been through. A certain swordsman would seek you out to train when he woke up and heard the news. The archaeologist wanted to know everything about your devil fruit and its rarity.
You were something that transcended the unnatural.
"Shishishi!"
You looked up at the island's roof. Luffy, in a strange white form, floated in the air, reclining with his arms behind his head. His beautiful pink eyes looked at you fondly. And amid all that radiant happiness, you could see tears threatening to escape.
"Thank you for coming back, Y/N."
The land of Wano made headlines worldwide. The bounty posters were updated. The crew now belonged to a yonko, straw hat Luffy.
It made you happy to see how he was getting closer and closer to fulfilling his dream. And, in turn, how you were now one of the members with the highest bounty.
You held the poster in front of your face, grimacing from time to time as you felt Chopper's hooves on your burns, applying an ointment that he claimed was excellent. You would be left with scars on your neck and chest, but you couldn't dream of leaving that country without a scratch. You didn't regret defending your friends.
Although Nami and Usopp never left your side, the sniper crying and hugging you every time you passed by him, and the navigator offering you berries (something she wouldn't normally do with anyone) and multiple strokes on your hair.
You paid attention to your photo on the poster. It was you, from head to toe, every little detail, every tiny imperfection, but all loved by the sea. The sea goddess you had awakened had been captured and everyone admired her. For some she was terrifying, for others magical.
You smiled dumbly. You couldn't always use such a powerful attack, but being immortalised like this was nice. You traced the numbers with your index finger, curious about the insane sum.
Why was your head suddenly worth 1,000,000,000 berries? You had only died, come back to life, and extinguished the fire on Onigashima. Perhaps you had also purified all the water in Wano, and Trafalgar Law had used his devil fruit to remove the pollution from inside you. But that was not something others could know.
You never got a straight answer to that.
Egghead was about to be a disaster. CP0 was on the island with clear instructions. Your boots echoed on the floor as you stepped aside to wait for Luffy. You were supposed to take him back to Labophase, but he was more interested in facing an old enemy he had encountered again.
You looked up, entranced. His Gear 5 was mind-blowing. Everything he could do with his devil fruit, the ease with which his brain came up with new ideas, it all made you laugh. Not to mention the floor, which now made you bounce.
Vegapunk hurried over to the monitors.
"Have the white and blue warriors appeared yet?" He asked, his eyes shining as he caught sight of Luffy laughing. "Tell me about those transformations. The white one from Straw Hat and the young girl on her wanted poster."
"We don't know, to be honest." Said Nami. "Luffy's is the Gomu Gomu no Mi, but Y/N's is unknown to us."
The scientist pressed his lips together, holding back a smile.
"There is no fruit with that name in the devil fruit encyclopaedia!"
The crew gasped, unable to comprehend.
"What? That's impossible!" Exclaimed the navigator.
"Luffy always says gomu gomu when he attacks." Added Usopp.
"Look how beautiful he is! I'm sure she is too!" Rambled Vegapunk, raising his hands. "It's fate! I didn't expect to meet them like this."
"If you know anything, tell us. Y/N-chan doesn't talk much about herself." Sanji requested.
"What happened to those two?" Franky asked, approaching the screen to look at the two of you.
Luffy was still floating there laughing, and you looked at him with a sparkle in your eyes.
"They look like gods."
The cook choked on his own words, unable to believe it.
"Luffy a god? He's an idiot!" He shouted. "Y/N-chan is a goddess, that's true."
Robin looked at Vegapunk in surprise.
"Are you saying that those appearances we saw are those of gods?"
"Yes." Said the scientist, his expression turning serious. "The warrior of liberation. He who plays the fool and brings smiles to all. The sun god, Nika!"
The few crew members present were surprised. The answers that no one else could give them were in the brain of this man who stared at the screen excitedly. Eager to talk. Eager to educate the world.
"And the goddess he loves, the one capable of punishing everyone for him. The goddess of the sea, Naia."
Nami shook her head, approaching Vegapunk.
"Nika and Naia? I've never heard those names."
"Of course not. Their names were erased from history." The scientist said abruptly. "Nika and Naia were inseparable."
The revealed legend left them speechless. In the end, the archaeologist was right.
It was best not to interfere.
The sun god felt a deep longing for the sea. Seeing it every day made him feel free, and he wanted to reach it more than anything else. Then, one day, he met its goddess. He thought she would help him help. If he could make people laugh, then she could give them freedom.
Naia was closed off, only willing to care for those she loved: the gyojin, the mermaids, the mermen. Opening the doors of her heart to let Nika in went against her principles. He knew how to make her laugh effortlessly with a joke or a silly expression. He fought with her over food, hitting him every time he wanted to eat a fish. He invited her to have fun jumping with his friends. He asked her to do water tricks for him.
Falling in love with each other was natural. Nika always admired her foolishly, his gaze never leaving her. He loved her loudly with his actions. He loved her silently with his words.
Naia always looked up, because he loved to float. He shone in a way that only he could. Her love was protective, ensuring that he never lost his smile. That he never shed a single tear.
For him, she was freedom. And for her, he was.
Someone feared their powers together, the ease with which people became attached to and trusted them, asking them for things they could give them. So, under false pretences, he murdered the sun god.
The two lovers agreed to meet again when destiny required it. When the time came. First, Nika would return, accompanied by a man who shared his ideals of freedom. Then, Naia would notice him. Her living love.
That devil fruit that had eluded the world government for centuries, and that devil fruit that was believed to be non-existent, would wait to be reincarnated.
Nika would choose who would bring a new dawn to the world, and Naia would take into her sweet arms the one who would support him on his journey. A mystical love, a destined love. Unconsciously, their successors would love each other just as they had.
Because their souls resonated. Their souls yearned for each other. Their souls waited.
And that statue that had been looking —alone, hidden from everyone with its arms outstretched— at the sun for centuries, would finally be able to feel his skin under her fingers once again.
ever since reader joined the ship, she has admired sanji and noticed every little thing he did. she observed his every move and saw everything, including his love for Nami.
a/n: all my one piece works are going to be exclusively opla FOR NOW cause i have yet to watch the anime and i aint gonna write about something i barely know about 😔 HOWEVER, i started watching it today and i like it so far so maybe soon!!
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You were a fairly recent addition to the crew and wouldn't have even been a part of it if not for Nami's recommendation to Luffy.
You grew up alongside Nami in the Conomi Islands, you'd been a friend of her and Nojiko since the two of you were children. The lady that had taken them in, and raised the two as their own, had been close to your mother which lead to the three of you practically being raised together.
Your bond had grown closer due to your shared poverty and love of tangerines, not like you had a choice to dislike it considering it surrounded you every step you took.
When Arlong arrived and established control over the entirety of Coco Village, your mothers sacrificed themselves to protect you. You expected the three of you to work together to survive after their passing, only to be left shattered when you discovered Nami decided to be one of Arlong's pathetic followers not long after.
That left you and Nojiko to grow together, bonding over your shared hatred for the traitor that worked for your mothers' killer, and survived with the help of the villagers that appeared to care more than she ever did.
Decades later, the crew arrived at your doorstep, offering an exchange of food for information on Nami. Although her name had grown to be a forbidden topic amongst you two, the promise of food was too good to ignore. You ate silently in the corner while Nojiko spoke to them, still too hurt by the entire situation as if it had taken place only yesterday, too crushed to willingly recall the memories of the childhood you'd once shared.
A day or two later, not long after the sun had set, Nojiko arrived back home in a hurry and told you to rush out of bed. Still dazed from your evening nap, you could barely make sense of her words but were brought to your senses when she mentioned Nami. How her betrayal had been a sacrifice all along, how she'd suffered far more than you had for the protection of Coco Village, how all of this had been a meticulous plan curated by her to save the rest of you.
You and Nojiko ran to tell the other villagers, stopping only when you saw fishmen arriving with torches once the night had become dark. Your whispered truth of Nami being innocent turned into loud cries for everyone to leave their homes before they burned down with it.
The next morning, you had all planned to take down Arlong Park together. The villagers gathered outside the village that had now been burnt down to ash and soot and broken planks that could barely stand.
The Straw Hat Crew refused to let anyone accompany them, proudly proclaiming that this was theirs to handle, but you were stubborn. You discreetly followed them after they'd left, refusing to stand aside and have other people risk their own lives to save your community. You wanted to help them, you felt obligated to, especially when it was against the people that had held you and your dearests oppressed for so many decades.
Not to mention, you were insanely good with blades. Knives, swords, any sort of your blade worked in your hand as if it was meant to be there in the first place. You stayed near the boundary, slashing the fishmen near the outer walls of the park away from their view.
That was until a far larger fisherman caught you off-guard, suddenly appearing behind you while you were busy attacking another one more your size. Using its sheer brute force, it grabbed you by the scruff of your shirt and threw you straight against a wall inside the park.
The wall cracked slightly behind you, your back aching as a sharp soreness ran up your spine, but you got up regardless with two knives still clutched in each of your fists. Fighting back wasn't your biggest concern anymore, but getting caught by the crew was, considering you didn't want t end up as an obstacle in their way while trying to help.
Tightening your fingers around the knives, you charged at the fishman. However, before you could reach him, a sharp kick directed straight at its head knocked it down to the ground in an instant. Following the kick, you pierced your blade straight into its neck and finished off the creature.
You looked up, noticing the same blonde you had seen earlier standing beside Nami when they returned to the village, now staring down at you. He sighed before extending a hand out, still keeping an eye out for any other fishmen and leaving the rest to Zoro for the time being,
"Didn't Luffy tell you all that we'd handle it? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be gettin' hurt out here when we're there to protect you."
You couldn't tell if his words were an insult or a compliment. He seemed slightly frustrated at your injured presence while also giving you weirdly intense eyes, as if he was attracted to you but also pissed about having to protect another reckless person.
"He may have, but this is still my village. It is my duty to protect it and I don't care what you say, I'm not going anywhere."
The man glanced at you before finally looking away, another sigh leaving him as if he was exhausted by the entire situation. Eventually, he nodded and walked away again, seemingly having decided he'd wasted enough time questioning you instead of beating up these fishmen.
However, as you fought the fishmen on the opposite side of the park, your mind was entirely occupied with thoughts of the blonde whose name you had yet to discover.
Maybe ten minutes or so later, after the fishmen had all been taken care of and Arlong was the only one left, Nami emerged from the large tower in the center that Luffy was still inside. You stood sheepishly to the side, ignoring the gaze of the three guys with very different hair still staring at you.
When Nami arrived, the blonde called out for her with his arms extended, but was completely ignored as she went straight for the green-haired swordsman and the guy with a slingshot who had appeared at the scene only a few minutes ago.
The next second, Nami's eyes laid down on you.
"____? Did you come here to fight?"
She asked cautiously, approaching you as if she still wasn't sure whether you had forgiven her yet or not. You gave her a small smile before wrapping your arms around her, bringing her into a tight embrace as you responded quietly into her shoulder.
"I couldn't just rest back at the village while my sister fended for herself, could I?"
You pulled back slightly from the hug, noticing the water forming in her eyes and letting out a small laugh as you wiped them off before they fell down. The sweet reunion, however, was quickly broken when a loud crack from the tower snapped your attention back to the fact that Luffy was still inside.
After five minutes of hearing the tower slowly falling apart, it all came down into a pile of dust and smoke that the wind forcefully blew at your face. Luffy emerged from the pile of dust and debris, relieving everyone and declaring Nami as his friend before everyone, setting off the final blow that made her tears finally fall.
That lead to your current situation.
A month had passed, a very long one at that, and you were now accompanying them on their trip to the Grand Line. You'd accompanied them on the rest of their insane adventures and memories everyone's names in the process.
You'd also come to notice a certain man very closely, the same man you'd first interacted with, whom you learnt was named Sanji.
He loved cooking, he lived a portion of his life in each dish. Regardless of how many meals he prepared, the different varieties of meat he'd use, how much effort each plate took, he'd keep cooking. From dusk till dawn, he'd keep himself busy in the kitchen curating the most flavorful food you had tasted in your entire existence, ensuring maximum taste with minimum ingredients.
You observed the way Usopp had once purchased Oregano at a shop in Loguetown, alongside other seasonings, and handed it over to Sanji. He'd likely meant it as a sweet gesture, believing it would benefit Sanji due to his love for using various kinds of additions that made his dishes taste so fantastic, but he seemed to have completely missed Sanji's deep hatred towards Oregano in particular.
The cook faked a smile at Usopp but the moment he was out of his sight, Sanji threw the container straight into the trash. He muttered the word 'savage' under his breath as if it was a curse. Sanji believed in never wasting any ingredient, however, he didn't even consider Oregano as an ingredient. To him, it was a pathetic waste of salt and dried basil leaves. If he had a say in it, Oregano would be wiped out of existence.
You'd also noticed the quarrels between Zoro and him, the way they'd constantly compete over who was stronger. It'd be stupid competitions over who could catch the bigger fish, who could hunt a larger animal, who had the smarter idea in stressful situations, who would win if the pair were to fight; they'd battle over every little thing under the sun.
However, they both discreetly cared for each other beneath the argumentative exterior. You saw how Sanji always kept aside a bottle of Sake for Zoro, or bought extra bottles of any alcohol he could find if they'd run out. You saw the way Zoro would somehow coincidentally show up whenever his rival had gotten himself into more trouble, the way the 'mosshead' would always have a small smile on his face after each intense debate when he thought no one was watching.
You noticed how much Sanji adored Luffy, how him and Zoro ensured his protection and how the young captain did the same thing back. He was the crew's hope, the one who gave them light when they'd been trapped in the dark, the one who relit the fire of their dreams and gave their life a purpose again.
The ones who were previously going about their life with the sole purpose of surviving, now lived each day with an actual goal in mind. It was all thanks to Luffy.
Similar to Luffy, no one had believed in Sanji's mission to discover the All Blue aside from Zeff. The only other person who supported his dream, believed it was real as well, was none other than the chaotic captain himself. In a way, Sanji found himself relating to Luffy through their shared dreams of achieving what others thought was impossible.
Sanji absolutely adored the kid and would show it through small gestures. He'd grill extra meat with the sole purpose of feeding Luffy, he'd constantly refill his plate whenever he was about to finish, always tag along with him wherever he went, and nag him as if he was his own son.
A few times, Luffy would even fall asleep in Sanji's arms after an excruciating battle, and Sanji strongly refused to move despite how sore he would get. He'd glare daggers at anyone who passed by, a silent warning for them to mind their own business, a threat that they would be thrown overboard if they accidentally woke up the exhausted captain. Whenever Luffy wasn't in his arms and sleeping on the hammock or the crow's nest or any other odd part of the ship, Sanji would somehow find him every single time and cautiously place a thin blanket over him, ignoring the others sleeping nearby.
Finally, there was one more thing you noticed.
Sanji never looked away from Nami. He was head over heels for her.
Ranging from how touchy he was with her to the way his entire face would light up whenever she'd walk into the kitchen, the way he'd feel upset when she was, the way he felt everything she did.
Meanwhile you? You were simply an admirer.
Quiet, rarely ever speaking up unless absolutely necessary, and only having the occasional conversation with Nami and Luffy. It was strange how you'd spoken more to Zoro than you had to Sanji.
You did initially question the first interaction you had with him, the way he'd looked at you that implied something far different that the disinterest he portrayed now. He still occasionally glanced at you with a similar intensity, and a deadly grin that you would never move on from, but then Nami confirmed that he did the same to every breathing creature of the opposite sex.
So you continued watching. Each day, you'd observe how he woke up an hour or two before everyone to cook breakfast and decorated Nami's plate far more delicately than the rest. You'd observe how he'd pay close attention to every move she made, the same way you did with him, and somehow incorporated whatever he remembered from their conversations into his meals.
When he found out Nami had grown on a tangerine grove, alongside you, he immediately began creating new delicacies that involved tangerines. Especially since they'd brought back three of the plants from Coco Village, he had all he needed to continue experimenting with them for Nami. Of course, he was still kind enough to always make another plate for you as well because he didn't want to leave you out, especially when both you and Nami shared your love for tangerines.
A month passed, then two, then three. Eventually, half a year had passed and the two of you had barely spoken aside from his meaningless one-liner pickup lines that would drive you up the wall, or when he'd ask you about things Nami liked since you were apparently the closest to her.
Finally, you gathered up enough courage to initiate a conversation with him instead of crushing on him silently. You'd always been the muted one that would hide in the shadows and never speak unless spoken to, with the sole exception of a few people. It was time you changed this habit.
"Sanji."
"Mm? Did you need something, love?"
The moment he responded, eyes still glued to whatever the hell he was making this time, you nearly fell to the wooden floor of the ship. The way he called you love as if it was second nature to him, as if it did nothing to you. Your thumping heart threatened to burst out of your chest and present itself on the counter before him, a loud and embarrassing proclamation that would display how a mere nickname threatened to put you in cardiac arrest.
"What...are you making?"
You nearly stumbled over your words, catching yourself instead by pausing because a small pause was far less embarrassing than a flustered stutter.
"Tryin' a new dish called a Tangerine Soufflé. Pretty easy but I have to freeze it for four hours after, takes up a lot of time."
You gave a slow nod, pretending as if you had any idea what that dish was and it wasn't your first time hearing of it. The thump in your heart reduced a bit upon the realization that he was probably making this for Nami again, his precious tangerine girl that he adored everything about.
"What's your favorite kind of soufflé?"
You inquired in a softer voice, holding onto the edge of the counter and leaning in slightly towards what he was making to get a better a look at his expertise. It was also an excuse to avoid staring at him, knowing it'd cause you to screw up the first time you get to have an actual conversation with him.
"Chocolate. Easier to work with, delicious results. Not really much of a soufflé fan though, I'm more of a seafood guy."
He clarified as if you weren't already aware of it. Spicy seafood pasta, the one thing he'd bring up in every conversation concerning food, and the one meal he believed could never be ruined even with the addition of the despicable Oregano.
"Why do you ask?"
"Just curious."
You leaned back from the soufflé he was so focused on, still keeping a healthy distance between you two because you were convinced he would otherwise be able to hear the way your breathing was now manual and the blood pulsing inside your veins.
"Hate to say this but your curiosity's gonna have to wait a bit, love. This soufflé requires all my attention if I want to perfect it."
There he goes again with the nickname as if he wasn't currently sending you off, as if he hadn't added it to soften the dismissal. All his attention was now on perfecting a soufflé for Nami, the girl he actually liked. He never even noticed you, and you'd never tried to be noticed until it was already too late. Nami already had him before you'd even known him.
Your lips pursed into a thin line as you nodded, taking in a deep breath before turning around to leave. Your presence wasn't welcome or needed and he'd made it clear enough, maybe this was what you needed to move on.
"Right. Maybe later."
You awkwardly cleared your throat, suddenly regretting the fact that you approached him in the first place. He clearly didn't want to talk to you, you were just bothering him with your small talk while he was actually making good use of his time. You walked away without another word, your footsteps barely making a sound on the wood as you tried to leave as quietly as you could.
But for a moment, you could've sworn you felt his gaze on your back as you left. You almost looked back when he let out a sigh almost as if he didn't want you to leave, but you convinced yourself you were overthinking and being stupid due to your infatuation with him.
You went up to the deck where you found Nami, leaning against the railing as if she had been waiting for you. Her lips curled up slightly as she broke the comforting silence with a question,
"How did it go?"
"How did what go?"
"Your conversation with Sanji."
You were confused, to say the least. Why would Nami inquire about your conversation with Sanji? It wasn't like it was that big of a deal for you to talk to someone else, maybe to you but it shouldn't be to her. It shouldn't matter to her whether you spoke to him or not.
Unless she was jealous. Unless she liked him back and wanted to make sure you hadn't tried anything on him.
Once again, you brushed aside these thoughts. It was none of your business anymore.
"It went fine. He's busy making you something."
You'd never seen Nami look more confused than she did in that second, her eyes staring at you as if you were speaking in a language she couldn't comprehend. A pause later, she questioned again,
"Making something for me?"
She asked as if it was the strangest thing in the world, as if it wasn't something he always did. You'd seen the two talk for hours, the way he'd curate every dish to fit her liking.
"Yeah. A tangerine soufflé or something."
She continued staring at you, you couldn't exactly decipher what she was thinking behind her gaze but she still seemed confused as if this was out of the ordinary.
"For me?"
"Like usual."
You responded to her repeated question, hating the way you'd let a hint of bitterness slip into your words. You couldn't believe how oblivious she was acting. She was living your dream yet pretending that she wasn't even aware of it. She was getting everything you wanted and didn't even seem to appreciate it.
"I told him to make it."
She clarified, only now realizing that she should maybe try explaining why she was so confused instead of blankly staring and asking so many questions.
"I told him to make it for you."
You froze in place. Now it was your turn to be confused and stare blankly at her as if she'd said the most outrageous thing you'd ever heard. You paused before letting out the only word you could come up with in that moment, a small scoff leaving your mouth alongside it due to the ridiculousness of the statement.
"What?"
"Yeah, I told him you like tangerines and gave him the recipe for the soufflé! He's making it for you, not me!"
Your heart raced again at the thought of Sanji making something, that would take so long to bake, explicitly for you. You continued staring at Nami, swallowing the bile forming in your throat as you thought over the conversation you just had with Sanji. The adrenaline that had rushed through your veins at her statement immediately vanished once you recalled what had happened less than ten minutes ago.
"No, he- I tried talking to him and he sent me out. I doubt he's making it for me. He's always been yours, Nami."
Before Nami could respond, a voice behind you did it for her instead,
"Said who? The only reason I even sent you out was because I wanted to make sure that bloody soufflé would be the best thing you ever tasted."
You couldn't bring yourself to turn around, watching as the tangerine girl now gave you a grin before leaving. She turned around once more to give you a knowing look while you cursed her out in your head, watching her leave you alone in this peculiar situation.
You turned around slowly, meeting his gaze and hoping the burn you felt across your body wasn't visible to him. That he couldn't see the way your face flushed pink and how forced your uncomfortable smile looked.
"How the hell did you even think that was for Nami? I've been cookin' for you this whole time!"
He declared as if the sentence he had overheard from your conversation had been the most preposterous thing he'd ever heard. He looked exasperated, staring at you as if you'd grown another head right before his eyes. You finally took in a deep breath and decided to respond as well, despite how awkward you felt about this whole situation, despite the way you could feel your the rush of serotonin in your veins.
"You really can't be blaming me right now. You spend each second on this ship with Nami, talking to her, putting your arm around her shoulders. It's only fair that I would assume you were making all this stuff for her too."
"All this time, you thought I put tangerines in everything for Nami? I spend all this time talking to her to ask about you. And I put my arm around Usopp and Luffy as well, hell, I've probably even put it around that mosshead on the rare occasion but that doesn't mean I'm dying to be with him, does it?"
The entire back-and-forth had started making you feel lighthearted. This was the longest conversation the two of you had ever had, and it consisted of him implying that he felt the same way you had for half a year.
"You always ask me about Nami."
"Because you two share everything! You guys are practically the same person when it comes to likes and dislikes. I ask you what she likes and dislikes to know what you like and dislike."
You let out a sigh and tore your eyes away from him. Your head was starting to hurt from the suddenness of this whole revelation, from the fact that the man you had been pining over since the day he defended you at Arlong Park had been doing the same this entire time. You didn't even know if you were breathing anymore, it didn't feel like you were.
"Why do you want to know me?"
You enquired as if you were interrogating him, eyes finally looking back into his ocean ones. The two of you had barely ever spoken, rarely ever interacted. It didn't make sense to you that he would want to know you.
"Because I like you? Isn't that obvious by now?"
The words came out of his mouth as if he was asking about the weather, as if it was something you should've figured out after all the explanations he had just given. You were already puzzled enough by him trying to know you, but this confession of his feelings nearly stopped your heart as a whole. You stood there, silent, unable to form a response to his words.
"____, please tell me you didn't think I was after Nami this whole time. The whole reason I avoided you until now was because I-"
He paused abruptly for a second, wondering whether he should finish the statement or stop before it got too far. He took in a deep breath and decided to continue speaking to your bewildered face.
"It was because I've never felt this way about anyone else before. I've been attracted to women before, I've flirted with many, but they all pale in comparison to you. Ever since I saw you, I haven't been able to find anyone else attractive. I haven't wanted to know any other woman the way I want to know you. I haven't wanted to love any other woman the way I want to love you."
In that moment, you were convinced you lived in a simulation and none of this was real. A long pause, only interrupted by the sound of the waves and the breeze slowly drifting past you two, followed after his words. You still had no idea what to say. You hadn't expected him to reciprocate your feelings, let alone be so passionate about it.
You'd noticed everything about this man but not the fact that all along, he had been noticing you back.
"I prefer chocolate soufflé over tangerine too."
The absurd statement left your mouth, out of place in the current situation but reducing the tension regardless. A small smile formed on your lips, your face burning as you kept your eyes locked onto his the entire time. You noticed the way his eyes softened at your words, those ocean eyes that had you drowning in them now stared back into yours with so much affection in them. With a quiet laugh, he replied into the cold night air,
You knew before you left that you were in deeper than you wanted to be. Some parts of your past had started to corner you—problems you'd pushed down were resurfacing. It wasn't anything you couldn't manage. Not really.
You'd done what you could. It wasn't perfect, but it was handled—mostly.
Maybe you were just scared. Maybe you wanted the normalcy back.
You hadn't stopped moving since the day you left, and it was starting to show.
So you caved.
It was late. You were tired. Probably not thinking straight. You stared at your comm for what felt like an hour before you pinged him.
Nothing but some coordinates and a message that read:
"If you're close."
That had been hours ago at this point.
You had been standing there long enough to convince yourself he wasn't gonna show.
You were in some worn-down port. You weren't familiar with the planet—it was dirty, unkempt.
You were on your second cigarette of the hour, trying to clear your head before finding some sleazy motel to crash in.
He saw you before you saw him.
You were near the end of the dock, arms resting on the railing in front of you. Your wrist was wrapped in gauze. A thin cut marked the side of your face. Bruises covered your legs.
You looked like hell.
The air felt heavier as he got closer. You knew he was there—you could feel it.
"Guess we were close," he said calmly.
You didn't look at him right away. A familiar pang hit your chest. You didn't want him to see you like this.
"Took you long enough." You kept your eyes forward.
You turned your head, just enough to meet his eyes. He looked tired, his casual demeanor absent. You felt a small wave of relief wash over you.
“Well, you weren’t exactly easy to find.”
His eyes scanned you—he noticed you were favoring your left leg.
"You alright?" he asked, concern laced in his voice.
"I'm okay," you lied.
You stood quietly in front of him. The cigarette in your hand was almost entirely ash. You dropped it to your right, wincing as you put it out.
The pressure on your leg sent a jolt through your body. He stepped closer—gentle, cautious. Like he didn't want to scare you.
"You're limping," he said, placing one hand on your side and taking your hand with the other. He steadied you slightly.
You gave him a small shrug, like it didn't matter.
His eyes fell to your wrist. His thumb brushed lightly over the gauze.
"What happened?" he asked, jaw tense.
You hesitated. Truthfully, you didn't really wanna get into it with him. Spike had a hard time dealing with you getting hurt—especially when he wasn't there to protect you.
He was already reading your face, trying to catch what you weren't saying.
"I handled it," you said softly.
Your words hung in the air. Heavy.
His eyes never left yours. You could see the regret—like he shouldn't have let you leave.
His hand moved to your face, fingers resting near the edge of the cut. You didn't flinch—you just leaned into it.
"I'm okay," you confessed.
"Sure." He said it calmly. You were always a terrible liar.
He dropped his hand, then found yours. Your hand was cold against his. He held it gently, like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“Was worried about you,” he started. “Started thinking you weren’t gonna come back.” His voice was low.
You glanced up at him, then to the side.
“I think I was always gonna come back,” you said, just above a whisper.
“Had me fooled.”
A comfortable silence fell between you.
Spike still had ways of surprising you. He wasn't really the softest guy, but he knew when you needed it.
“I missed you,” you confessed.
His eyes softened slightly.
“It was… lonely,” you continued. “I don’t think I wanna be alone, Spike.”
He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.
He hated how small you looked—fragile. You knew you could take care of yourself, but he couldn’t help it.
“I know.”
He wasn’t gonna let you go again.
He studied you, pulling you closer to him.
He thought about all the things he could say—things he'd probably never admit. He wanted to tell you how relieved he was, how grateful he was that you were still breathing. Alive.
But he didn't.
He leaned in slowly. You followed.
His hand found your face again as he pressed his lips against yours.
It wasn't rushed or desperate.
It was soft—like he wanted you to know he was there.
You pulled away slowly, hovering close to him for a few seconds.
"You wanna go?" he asked, his tone low.
You nodded in response. His hand never left yours.
i've been thinking and thinking about why this episode was so off and i feel like its just because it feels like another regular episode of the show and not the final episode that's supposed to wrap everything up. it doesn't feel like a finale at all. why would they create another issue with jax abstracting? they had too many other things that had to be addressed to just throw in a new problem to deal with. i just think its so stupid to make the LAST episode of your show be focused on a brand new conflict that never had to happen 😭
i really think the best route would've been to make 10 episodes instead. its clear to me that goose really wanted to give jax a backstory but i dont think the final episode of the show should have been the place to do that. it took up WAY too much time and left no time for them to deal with the other things the show was seemingly setting up for.
i want to give some grace considering we only have the portuguese dub right now and clearly the subtitles messed up a lot but the writing and pacing seems to have taken a drastic decline from episode 8. honestly i cant blame the people who believe this isnt real because wow, to go from episode 8 to this, is crazy. it really just makes me think of that tweet goose made saying something along the lines of if the fandom for the show ends up being terrible then she would purposefully make the show bad. the pacing is what stuck out the most to me, obviously jax taking up at least 25 minutes was bad but him abstracting within 3 seconds off camera, the cast just immediately accepting caine being alive despite believing he was dead, the end where theyre rushed through what their real life selves are doing, even caine just having the change of heart. its pretty clear his anger was brewing for a while, for him to just suddenly develop understanding towards them in a short amount of time... why!!!!!
and on the note of them learning about their human lives, it feels unrealistic that there were no emotions other than acceptance from them. i know they already had this mindset of "well we're stuck here, lets just make the most of it" since the last episode but surely actually learning and seeing their human selves still out there living happily would stir up some other feelings right? and that's something else entirely, did they already know they were just a copy of their human self's mind? because they also had no reaction to learning that they were in fact still living out in the real world.
other general things:
• so was caine just never deleted? we saw kinger do it, why was he still there? they never talk about it. again, the cast doesn't look nearly as shocked as they should be either to see he's still alive, they just immediately accept it.
• the whole thing with him showing them their human selves at the end looks like a gacha reacts video
• even if it wasn't goose's intention, it feels like she was trying to satisfy all of the ships in the show. especially that scene with gangle and jax in the maid costume, that was pure fanservice done in the weirdest way possible. (mainly caine and the moon's interaction that kinda had me feeling like they were just shoving as much ship interactions in as they could)
anyways... despite everything i just said, I don't hate the finale. i always thought the SOMA theory was the most reasonable given caine had already alluded to the fact that they were created with mind files so.. i dont really understand people being upset about that because it was pretty clear that was always going to be the case. i do like jax, i liked his backstory, i liked seeing him not be such a jerk with ribbit and kaufmo (initially at least), i liked seeing him finally be vulnerable with pomni, but like i said this could have been done literally any other episode than the finale. also i did like seeing their human versions. i always wanted to know what they'd look like as humans but thought it would be too far fetched to think they'd show us in the show so that was a nice surprise. unfortunately, the cons far outweigh the pros. i might have to just stop interacting with tadc until like... late july 😭 the response to this episode is going to be so overwhelming im not ready at all
after a long day of bounty hunting, you wanted nothing more than to rest and rewind with the crew. you had gone out on a few missions with faye, enjoying your time with her. the two of you gossiped (mostly about gambling, and her comments about how spike had grown clingier in the passing days).
it was true, he had. spike often found himself draped over you, hovering around in the kitchen. he offered to massage your feet after long missions. not that he wasn't sweet to begin with—spike was constantly doing everything in his power to make sure you felt loved.
he wanted this time to be perfect.
so when you finally got back from a few rounds of drinks with faye? he was waiting. patiently. after all, tonight was your big night. he planned to give you the best birthday gift, the one he overheard you whispering about to faye.
as soon as spike lays his eyes on you, he melts. his stature softens, and he walks over, taking your hand and kissing each knuckle. "hi, doll. how'd the mission go?"
"great." you giggle, leaning up to kiss his lips. faye makes a disgusted face, walking away from the two of you.
"happy birthday, by the way. glad to see you had a decent hunt." spike smiles, before walking backwards. "now, c'mon. i wanna give you your gift."
you follow behind him, hand still tangled with his. he guides you down the corridor, towards the window outlooking the stars. the same place he first confessed his love for you. the same place you shared your first kiss.
"aww, i remember here." you whisper, taking in how the stars shone. you look over at spike, taking in his face. he was still as beautiful as the day he asked you to join the crew, still the same man who you got to call yours. "what's the occasion? other than my birthday?" you ask.
"yea, about that", spike starts, finally turning to look at you. "why dontcha close your eyes for me? i want it to be a surprise."
you nod, covering your eyes with your hands. "okay."
"you're not peaking, right?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"no, spike! c'mon, you got me excited."
he chuckles, before dropping to one knee, hands fumbling with the ring he had in his pocket. "okay, sweetheart. turn around."
your hands fall from your eyes, and you slowly turn around. oh. "spike... what are you doing?" you ask, heart racing.
"darlin, i'm proposing. i've been with you through thick and thin.... you're this other part of me i didn't know i needed. i didn't think i could be happy again. then you showed up, and, well, look at me now. 'mma sap."
your hands fly to your mouth. he's joking, right?
"will you marry me?" okay, he's not joking.
"yes, spike, oh my god." you look down at him, tears forming at your eyes. this was it, the moment you've dreamed of. you extend your hand, letting him slip the ring on. it was official.
as he gets up, you wrap your arms around him, lips crashing into his. spike kisses you back, hands cupping your face.
he was going to do this right. he planned to be there, every step of the way. you were his now.
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