Once on the playground during recess a spider corners Sanji and in comes Luffy who just picked up the spider and handed it to Usopp to put in a jar so they can keep it as a pet and Sanji fell in love
When they grew up they got together but in the meantime Sanji has the biggest crush on them and Zoro wingmans but also causes Sanji suffering because he puts bugs on Sanji for Luffy and Usopp to save Sanji from
Sanji hates Zoro for it even if it makes him giddy to have Luffy and Usopp asking him if he's okay after they've helped him
Characters involved: John Price, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Johnny “Soap” Mactavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra
Warnings: One mention of bullying
WC: 1.3k
Notes: Irl I actually work for an elementary school and this is how I feel the soldiers would be as teachers and what they’d teach. In this AU they’ve never been soldiers. I do have plans for Farah, Alex, Nikolai, and Graves in this au. I may make this into an actual fanfic if there is enough interest.
Ghost-Kindergarten
Ghost is a veteran teacher coming in the second year of the school's opening. Knowing that students are snotty and don’t cover their mouths when they cough so he wears a face mask around them. Despite his large frame and the dark clothes, his kids flock to him. They love to sit on his lap during story time and cuddle against him during nap time. His dry sense of humor along with his natural leadership kindergarteners become comfortable and confident at the start of their school life. He is deeply protective of his class seeing them as still young and innocent. If he catches any older student picking on one of his kids he’ll come up behind them without a sound like a ghost escorting them to the principal's office. His children affectionately call him Mr.Riley but the other kids who were never in his class call him Ghost due to his more closed off personality and strictness with the higher grades. Ghosts classroom is filled with bright colors and mats in the corner ready for nap time right after lunch.
Price- 1st and 2nd Grade Special Ed
Price has been in the school ever since it has opened along with Alejandro. He knows every staff member and does his best to learn and remember every student's names in the school. His calloused hands hold his kids small hands through the halls making sure they don’t run off and get lost or hurt. His steady and sure personality helps with his little ones having tough times, getting overstimulated, or dealing with big emotions that they don’t know how to deal with. He's able to read situations and his students quickly knowing what to do and how to help. He joins in with his students doing their breaks with little dances, holding their hands and shimmying with them encouraging their playfulness while keeping an eye out for any potential problems. From the years of working at the school he has learned that he needs to either bend or break the rules to get proper accommodations to help his children whether it be ipads for nonverbal students, earmuffs, etc he’ll do anything to make sure his kids are happy. His classroom is set up practically and a little more sparsely than the other classrooms, not because there isn’t a lot of things its more that its organized so his students know where things go throughout the day.
Soap- 2nd Grade
Soap is one of the newer teachers still with enough energy to keep up with the students. He’s the joker, out of every other teacher he’s able to make any student laugh the loudest. He goes all in for each student making sure to hear their laugh at least once a day from doing dad jokes from falling on his face. He makes sure his students are learning but he doesn’t want his students' brains to melt from studying too much so he participates in brain breaks with them such as doing dance battles or even simon says. He affectionately calls his kids lads and lasses, in his eyes they can do no wrong so he redirects them and talks to them about what's wrong, unless if there was a case of hitting or bullying. When one of his kids gets a warhawk to look just like him he almost cries tears of joy ready to sweep the kid up in a massive hug. His room consists of big desks where the students can sit at a table with a large amount of space in the back with a rug for brain breaks and library time with his students.
Kyle- 3rd Grade
Kyle is one of the newer teachers like Soap but he knows for third grade they don’t need that overwhelming energy anymore. His presence is calming and positive for his students making them feel more relaxed compared to other classes. He wants his classroom to be a safe place for his students, to feel at ease while learning. In the eyes of the students (specifically his students) he is the calmest teacher at the school. He cares for each one of his students and if he sees one of them not being their usual self he’ll subtly pull his student out of the class to make sure everything is alright. As he walks through the halls, is doing lunch duty, or playground duty he is being constantly tackled by children wanting a hug or having other little kids wanting to show him something cool they found. He softly chuckles and hugs each student giving them a pat on the head despite knowing most likely he's going to get sick from them hugging him all the time. His room is very cozy, never using the harsh overhead lights but with many lamps with warm lights along with a variety of different places his students can sit to read or just to relax.
Alejandro-4th Grade Math and Science
Alejandro started teaching along with Price at the beginning of the school's opening. He is extremely proud of each and every class that has ever passed through having his class. Alejandro and Rodolfo share a class of 40, 20 in each class so the students can get used to switching classes for middle school. He calls his students his “pequeño
vaqueros y vaqueras” (his small cowboys and cowgirls). He believes that his students are the absolute best out of any other class in the whole school always talking and showing off his amazing students. He is willing to go to any lengths to help a student who is confused wanting for his students to unlock their full potentials. He is by far the loudest teacher in the school whether it be his normal talking voice, laughing at an awful joke, or yelling at a student trying to throw food at someone in the cafeteria. He believes in punishment for those who have been wronged whether it be a student being picked on or a horrible rumor. He’s the voice for the students willing to do anything to get proper accommodations just like Price, even if it means going against the higher ups. His room is a little less decorated than the others since he and rodolfo is prepping the students for middle school. The desks are in a half circle with big pieces of paper on the wall with big writing showing off math equations or science they are currently learning.
Rodolfo-4th grade Reading, Writing, and History
Rodlfo joined the school a year after John and Alejandro. Just like Alejandro he is extremely proud of each student and calls them his “príncipes y princesas” (princes and princesses). He and Kyle are some of the most hugged teachers in the school. He teaches his kids the curriculum along with some extra fairy tales if they finish their work before the class ends. On special days if his students have been behaving he lets them watch movies of the books they are reading. Whether summer or winter he is usually wearing his gray sweatshirt which is how his students identify him in the school. He is one of the kindest and laid back teachers in the school only beaten by Kyle. His students like to spend their lunches and sometimes even recesses in his room. A lot of students ask him and Alejandro if they are siblings, although at first they saw it as cute but after being constantly asked by every student, they made matching shirts that say “we’re not brothers”. Rodolfos class has many books along with desks paired in twos for group work. There is a big desk in the back so he can have small groups talking about books they are reading, stories they are writing, or specific parts of history they are learning.
“As your Sober Companion…” she tries to begin, again. Lilith cuts her off. Again.
“Glorified babysitter. You’re here to be the little angel on my shoulder and make sure I don’t do heroin again.” Lilith pulls herself up to sit on the table, pulling her legs underneath her in a bastardization of a criss crossed pose. “Sober Companion,” she accompanies the words with air quotes this time around, “gives you an air of accreditation that I’m not sure you deserve.”
Camila sighs. Clients are usually difficult and standoffish in these early days but even her saintlike patience has its limits. “I am accredited, actually. As I was trying to say, as your Sober Companion I’m simply here to make sure you stay sober, I don’t care about the other stuff.”
A lazy grin spreads across Lilith’s face, at odds with her far too intelligent eyes. “So you won’t be alarmed to know that there’s yet another woman in my bedroom right now?”
“Disappointed but not surprised.” Camila sighs out into her tea. Stops. Thinks again. “Actually, slightly surprised that you managed to sneak four women in there in the short time since you escaped rehab.”
The lazy grin grows wolfish. “Escaping is far too active a verb. I simply walked out.”
“And I’m sure it was equally as simple to convince four women to come home with you.” Camila rolls her eyes. She has a feeling she’ll be doing this a lot.
"I'm Dean Winchester. I'm your new sober companion," Dean says, one hand flying out to stop the door before Castiel can shove it closed again. "I'm here to make your transition from rehab to normal life as problem-free as possible."
Castiel just stares at him.
Dean straightens, breathing in deeply. "I will be living with you for the next month and a half, be there for you 24/7, so if you need anything, I'll be there. I am not your maid, your personal chef, or your chauffeur, but I can help with cleaning or cooking or whatever you need, as long as we talk about it first to set boundaries."
Still, Castiel stares.
Dean can work with that. He's had reluctant, even angry clients. Some threw things (he only let that one go for the first day before cancelling that contract), and some just did their best to ignore him. Castiel, though, he hasn't even blinked since he answered the door of the swanky Brooklyn brownstone. That's a new one. Nobody ever looked at him like he was an alien before for five straight minutes.
Dean waits, but as Castiel says nothing, he asks, "Your dad did say I was coming, right?"
Castiel rolls his eyes. "Yes, my father sent me an email about your forthcoming presence in my life."
"Great," Dean says brightly as he roughly shoulders the door open and strides past Castiel into the foyer. "I figured I'd move my stuff in later today, but I wanted to meet you first. Find out how rehab went and what you think will be your main pain points over the next few weeks for me to look out for."
"I imagine my major pain point is my craving for narcotics," Castiel says dryly as he shuts the door behind him.
Dean frowns as he peers around the corner into a sitting room. Ceiling high bookshelves line the walls, and an old-fashioned map hangs above the empty fireplace. "Have you got anything more specific?"
"Not at the moment."
"Great," Dean says in a completely different voice. He inhales a slow, even breath. "Did your dad mention the terms?"
"The term being that if I relapse, I get evicted?" Castiel asks from behind him.
Dean turns.
Castiel is pulling on a pair of shoes.
Dean crosses his arms over his chest. "Going somewhere?"
"I have an appointment with a client," Castiel says in a clipped voice.
"What kind of client?"
"Did my father tell you what I did?" Castiel asks, straightening up. "Before I became another statistic in the opioid epidemic?" He opens the door, and Dean has no choice but to follow.
"Dude, the other term you're forgetting is that if you ditch me," Dean says as they take the stoop stairs at a slight jog, "the deal's also off."
"I am well aware," Castiel says, head tilting to him in surprise. "Did you think that was me trying to lose you?"
"Uh, yeah?"
Castiel rolls his eyes. "If that was the case, you would have been back at the brownstone, and I would have been in a cab five minutes away by now."
"Not exactly what I want to hear," Dean says sourly.
"Would you rather I lie?" Castiel asks, eyebrows rising as they cross the street. "I thought that would hinder your attempts at being a junkie babysitter even further."
"I mean, kind of-"
"Excellent, I'm glad we're on the same page," Castiel says before Dean can finish. He stops in front of the Impala. "Well?" he asks expectantly.
Dean stares. "How the hell did you know this was my car? How did you know I even have a car?" This is New York City, after all. Most people don’t. Most people aren’t the owners of pristine 1967 Chevy Impalas either.
"I saw you fiddling with the keys after you rang the doorbell for the first time," Castiel says matter-of-factly as Dean unlocks the doors and gets in. In the passenger seat, Castiel continues, "One had the Chevrolet logo on it. Tomorrow is alternate side parking in New York City, so most of my neighbors don’t bother parking on this side of the street today." He shoots Dean a sideways look. “It also wasn’t hard to put together your midwestern accent and the Kansas license plate.”
Impressed, Dean doesn’t say anything as he starts the engine. “Where are we goin’?”
“The Lower East Side.”
“For your mysterious client?”
“The NYPD,” Castiel confirms.
“Your client is the New York City Police Department?” Dean asks, confused.
“Unfortunately,” Castiel says, clearly finding the idea distasteful. “But nobody else has access to all the murders in the five boroughs, so I must offer them my services.”
“Which are?”
“My father didn’t tell you?” Castiel asks as Dean slows for a yellow light.
“Yeah, but I’d rather hear it from you in your own words,” Dean says evenly. “He said you were some kind of detective.”
“Typical,” Castiel mutters, “he always goes for the most dramatic explanation. I am a consultant. I just usually consult with various police departments - NYPD, LAPD, Scotland Yard - with the cases that are beyond their mediocre services.”
“I bet they just love you,” Dean says sarcastically.
Castiel settles in his seat, pulling out his phone. “Our relationship is very professional.”
Dean snorts as they make their way towards the Manhattan Bridge. His phone rings, lighting up his background picture of Sam, Dad, and him. He ignores it.
“You must be very proud of your brother’s legal accomplishments,” Castiel says, mostly out of nowhere.
“How did you-”
“Turn here,” Castiel says, looking up from his phone screen. “There’s an accident four streets up.”
Dean makes the turn, carefully navigating the Impala around a delivery truck, and Castiel sends him a long, considering look before saying, “I hope you’ll keep your singing practice for normal business hours.”
“What?”
“Your breathing patterns,” Castiel says, impatiently, “You were breathing from the diaphragm when you gave your little speech about your duties as my glorified helper monkey.”
“Who are you calling a glorified helper-” Dean splutters.
“I imagine you practiced your breathing before stressful performances, and this exercise naturally carried over to other stressful interactions - including with newly sober individuals.”
Dean blinks. He hadn’t realized. “I only played the guitar at first,” he starts.
“But guitar calluses interfere with the feeling in your fingertips, and it’s impossible to rise through the ranks of hospital surgeons with a guitar habit on the side,” Castiel says.
Dean’s face hardens. “I mostly sing in the shower now.”
Castiel nods once. “So as long as you don’t take luxurious showers at three in the morning, I don’t see a problem with us living together.”
Despite himself, Dean finds himself focusing on his breathing to calm himself down. The last time he scrubbed up for an OR was almost six years ago now; his bitterness and regret are old news. He's moved on with his life - moved across the country, got a new job, a new career. So instead, he asks Castiel, “How did you know about Sam, anyway? What, did he slap a Stanford Law bumper sticker on my baby when I wasn’t looking?”
Castiel waits until he stops at a red light to show him his phone - and Sam’s LinkedIn page. He smiles wryly. “Not everything has to be deduced, Dean.”
The best part about Trick or Treating is trading candy with your friends!
Didn’t tag as Lunoctober because this is Renegades content, but this came to my mind while drawing my entry so thank you @kaiderforever, you inspired this :D!!!
Takes place in the same universe as this, where they´re all part of the same elementary class
The sorta cover for my comfort au featuring a young Whitty and Me! Funfact that the uniforms are inspired by me old elementary schools. This au is personally just for me and my friend to just pour our hearts on with nostalgia
Overall au idea (copy and pasted from another post):
Basically (young/newborn) Whitty escaped to Sourwater, Florida (fictional town ofc) and found by a young me and her family. Taken in, Whitty join’s PT(me) elementary school and their friend group. PT is basically just that messy wolf girl that loves to play warrior cats with their friends FAR out into the field.
