Was too tired at work today to get the sketchbook out. Was too tired to write anything coherent. So instead tested out my digital notebook so see some of the other settings it had and how to save things other than text from it.
F!Killer and Zoro (and Baby!) Post Wano fight. Zoro misunderstandings and thinks Killer got suckered into babysitting duties like he had in water 7
Written as a part of the free Calendar Project by @newscoozines! There are three printable calendars (2 gen ones and 1 shipping) -- this story is for January in the shipping calendar!
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When the Straw Hats had left the Flower Capital, Jinbe had thought that was the end of the celebrations and festivities. After all, they headed to the snowy Ringo—just so that Zoro could pay his respect to the late samurai Ryuma for… whatever reason. Jinbe didn’t quite understand the ‘because I fought him’ part.
He had thought the festival over… but he soon learned to not underestimate his new crew’s thirst for partying.
As he walked around the festival, snow crunching under his feet, Jinbe took in all that the festival and its many stalls had to offer; for the most part, it was much similar to the festival in the Capital—same games, same drinks, same food… except there was no shaved ice and no fish scooping, replaced instead by bowls of steaming hot ramen and snowball fights.
The mood, however… that was exactly the same. Laughter and music were dancing in the air wherever Jinbe went, happiness almost tangible as people celebrated their new-found freedom. And, just like in the Capital, the Straw Hats were right at the heart of it all.
It almost felt ridiculous, to be honest. Jinbe wasn’t used to this sort of thing. Wasn’t used to people joyfully celebrating with pirates—celebrating pirates.
But that was precisely why he had decided to join this particular crew, wasn’t it?
A wide smile spread on Jinbe’s lips at the thought; he really was glad he had decided to take this step and accept Luffy’s invitation.
“Dango!!”
Speak of the devil…
Jinbe chuckled at Luffy’s unmistakable shout, one full of excitement and hunger for food. And sure enough, when the fishman looked up, the young man himself was already bouncing towards a dango stall, demanding ten sticks before he even made it close enough for the cook to see him.
Jinbe was about to call out to his captain but then Luffy stopped abruptly before he turned on his heel and called, “Torao! How many do you want?”
“Just one’s good,” came a tired response from somewhere around the corner—the direction that Luffy had burst in from just a moment earlier.
Huh… Was Luffy spending time with Trafalgar Law? Earlier, it had seemed like Law didn’t want anything to do with the Straw Hats now that the alliance was over—Jinbe didn’t even know he came to Ringo as well—but now they’re walking around the festival together?
Maybe Jinbe shouldn’t be too surprised; Luffy did have that effect on people. After all, Jinbe himself was no exception.
Chuckling at the way Luffy immediately bit into the sweet, multicoloured dumplings handed to him—all four at once—Jinbe finally stepped forward.
“Luffy!”
Luffy paused, tilting his head back… before his face split in a wide grin. “Oh! Hi, Jinbe!” he greeted, speaking around the food in his mouth. “Did you see the snowmen back at the giant bell thing?”
“Not yet.” Jinbe shook his head. “I was watching Brook’s stage with Robin and Franky.”
“You should go, it’s super fun!”
“Not anymore,” a new voice interrupted. “Not after someone destroyed more than half of the statues.”
Immediately, a pout appeared on Luffy’s face as he turned to glare at Trafalgar Law. “It was an accident!!”
“Sure. If you consider ploughing through a bunch of statues while trying to carry a huge snowball an accident,” Law noted with a smirk as he accepted a dango stick Lufffy had offered to him.
“It wouldn’t have happened if you’d agreed to help!”
As Luffy’s pout only grew and Law’s smirk widened, Jinbe couldn’t help the easy laughter that bubbled out of his chest. If he didn’t know who Trafalgar Law was, he would think he was a part of Luffy’s crew. The way they were talking and interacting with each other, no one would think they were two rivals in a race to rule the sea and stand at the pinnacle of the world.
“Jinbe~,” Luffy whined, turning to his helmsman for support.
With an amused huff, Jinbe finally interjected. “Sounds like an accident to me alright.”
Law clicked his tongue, shooting the fishman a look. “Nami-ya’s right, you are coddling him.”
As Luffy stuck his tongue out at his companion, prompting Law to ruffle his hair in a teasing manner—yet another action that would have caught Jinbe by surprise just days ago—, Jinbe shook his head. Somehow, he felt like he was intruding.
With a final chuckle, Jinbe stepped away, waving the two of them goodbye before excusing himself.
They’d become such great friends over the course of this alliance; they should be allowed to get some time to spend together before the crews parted ways!
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Over the course of the night, Jinbe was happy to spend some down time with the Straw Hats, getting to know their habits and personalities better. He didn’t get much opportunity to do so during the festival in the Flower Capital since that was a much larger happening, not to mention they all ran off before the chefs at the Shogun castle even finished their work. To be fair, they had asked Jinbe to leave with them, but the fishman simply felt too bad for the hardworking cooks who took so much time to prepare the elaborate feast.
Here in Ringo, however, no such obligations were a problem. No one even knew them here—no one aside from a large, beautiful flame fox who had tried to pick a fight with Zoro for some reason and acting like the two knew each other well, much to Zoro’s own confusion. Which wasn’t to say that stopped the swordsman from rising up the challenge, of course.
At least before Nami stopped them while yelling something about property damage, debts, and interests.
Jinbe decided he didn’t want to know anything about that.
He met Usopp at the shooting games at one point, the sniper causing nothing but despair for the poor vendor there. He saw him again a little while later, standing proudly on an impromptu stage surrounded by a small crowd as he retold the heroic events of the raid and subsequent battle of Onigashima. With a few… tweaks to the story, one could say.
Chopper, of course, was busy running from one stall selling sweets to another, often accompanied by someone else from the crew—be it Robin, Nami, Usopp, Luffy, or even Yamato.
Sanji, as far as Jinbe could tell, spent the whole time taste-testing all the food he could get his hands on, soliciting recipes from people… when not too busy chasing after women. Or swooning over Nami and Robin in their kimonos and haoris. Or fighting with Zoro.
All in all, there was a lot of energy.
Jinbe still had a long way to go to be able to keep up with them!
Most surprisingly, however… Whenever Jinbe saw Luffy, Trafalgar Law was never far behind—and the other way around. Even when Jinbe saw Law walking around the festival with his crew, or saw Luffy laughing and playing with Usopp and Yamato, the other was always close. Almost as if they were scared to let each other out of their sight.
Jinbe couldn’t figure them out; Law always claimed they weren’t friends while Luffy kept declaring Law his crewmate. They bickered a lot, Law often threatened to cut one or more of Luffy’s body parts while Luffy bothered him endlessly… yet the man never followed through, instead indulging Luffy in everything he decided would be fun. It was a strange dynamic to be sure.
And somehow, it only kept getting stranger.
It was about three hours after the crew had joined the festival when Jinbe, a red bean taiyaki in one hand and a sake cup in the other, headed for the outskirts of the happenings to enjoy the event away from the crowds. It had started snowing heavily not long ago so most of the sheltered seating areas were already occupied, but Jinbe didn’t mind. He walked a little further away, up a small hill where a few trees stood, providing shelter of their own; surprisingly, he didn’t see any people up there, even though he was sure the view was very nice from up there.
As he trudged through the snow and came closer to the summit, however, he started hearing familiar voices.
“I don’t understand how you can still have so much energy,” one of them muttered tiredly.
A quiet snicker followed. “You’re just old, Torao.”
“I’m literally twenty-six,” Law deadpanned, and Jinbe could just hear the eyeroll.
“I mean your brain. Or your people energy. Or whatever. You just get tired way too quickly around people, like a hissy cat,” Luffy said, his voice shaking with laughter, completely unapologetic.
Law clicked his tongue. “Well, excuse me for liking my peace and quiet. Which I never fucking get with you around.”
“You love it,” Luffy teased.
“Fuck you.”
“No thanks,” Luffy shot back with another happy laugh accompanying his words.
“You’re impossible,” Law groaned… but his tone sounded light, almost as if he was holding back a chuckle himself.
Just hearing the exchange, Jinbe wasn’t sure if he should be interrupting them; their conversation felt… strangely intimate. Jinbe took another hesitant step forward and finally, the two of them came into view—immediately making Jinbe freeze in place.
They were sitting on the ground under the tallest tree, which in itself wouldn’t be strange, it was what Jinbe was expecting… Except they weren’t just casually enjoying the view of the festival like Jinbe thought and was planning to do himself.
No; instead, Luffy was sitting in Law’s lap, his arms thrown over the taller man’s shoulders while one of Law’s hands rested casually on Luffy’s thighs, his thumb rubbing slow circles into the fabric of Luffy’s kimono. His other hand was brushing back Luffy’s hair, hair which was covered in so much snow that he almost looked like his awakened form. Soon, Law was stroking Luffy’s cheek, guiding him closer… until their lips connected.
Jinbe felt a blush rising to his face.
Yeah, he definitely shouldn’t be here.
As he slowly turned away and started going back the way he came as quietly as he could, he thought back to two years ago, to the time when Law appeared in the middle of Marineford, risking his own and his crew’s lives to get Luffy to safety for seemingly no reason.
He thought back to the two weeks they had spent in the confines of Law’s sub, the surgeon spending every waking moment with Luffy, making sure his vitals were stable and he wasn’t in danger. Back then, Jinbe assumed it was simply doctor’s pride that didn’t allow Law to stop looking after his critically injured patient. He believed Law when he said he had decided to save Luffy’s life on a whim. He concluded there was nothing really to it other than Law finding Luffy interesting after their encounter on Sabaody.
And when Luffy looked almost panicked when he realised Law and his crew were gone after he and Jinbe returned to the shore after Luffy’s rampage on Amazon Lily, Jinbe attributed it to him being grateful for their help and wanting to thank them.
But now…
Now Jinbe saw a much different picture.
A picture that made a little bit too much sense in retrospect, and Jinbe couldn’t figure out how he hadn’t seen it sooner.
After all, the way Law had been looking at Luffy this whole time, the way Luffy always asked about Law’s whereabouts whenever he didn’t see him around for more than ten minutes, the way Luffy was always touching Law in some way—and Law letting him…
It was all so painfully obvious now.
A smile pulled on Jinbe’s lips when Luffy’s snicker reached his ears; he wasn’t sure how long this was going to last—they were all pirates, after all—but seeing how happy they both were… Jinbe decided to support them for as long as they wanted it to last.
"Something's up with you. Did Something happen in Wano?" she asks, thinking of blue hair and expensive kimonos and Hiyori's voice calling Zoro's name.
She must be onto something, because Zoro finally opens his eye to glare at her.
"It's not important. Not anymore." He says in the same tone he uses when coaxed into talking about his swords. Like he's talking about the most important thing in the world.
Nami opens her mouth to protest Zoro's habit of non-answers as the door to the gally swang open, revealing their resident cook with a tray full of different afternoon drinks for everyone.
"Robin-chan, really, it would have been no trouble at all." Sanji says, easily to their historian, who trails behind him, her own drink already in hand.
"Ah, please don't worry about it, it spares you the trip to the library and I spent time in good company." Robin answers with a smile. She's drinking Iced Tea today, fresh mint leaves decorating the glass mug.
Sanji laughs and Nami realizes with a sense of unease and burning curiosity that Sanji doesn't do what he normally would do. Instead of screaming at the top of his lungs about how gracious Robin is for spending her time on him, or how her blinding beauty would shine even if she were miles away from him, their cook thanks her politely and tells her to enjoy her book. There's a little blush on his pale cheeks still, but if that hadn't been the case, Nami would have solid ground to think that this blond guy could in no way, shape or form be the same guy who almost died from nosebleeds just a few months ago.
As Robin turns her back to Sanji to make her way up to the library, the Navigator decides to do the same and glances back at Zoro lying in the grass next to her.
Who was still pointedly looking at Sanji, his frown even deeper than before.
huh.
"Has he not talked about what happened with you? About what happened when he was away?" Nami wonders, hushing in case Sanji could hear.
"Didn't wanna hear it." Zoro gives back and shimmies a little on the grass just to still in the same position.
“Why not?” Nami presses, tone still hushed but not urgent.
“Didn’t seem important at the time.” Zoro’s gaze lands back on her, he turns his head slightly to look up at her, his earrings clinking softly against each other.
“And now it does?”
Zoro doesn’t dignify that with a response, he makes a sound. It’s an odd mixture between a ‘tsk’ and a grunt.
