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[amar4nth]

Spot piece I did for Truffy Fest 2025 | [No repost/AI]

[chenziee]

Love you to death

A fun little three-part zombie/zombie story written for @truffyfest based on Kuinasghost's prompt :) Had so so much fun writing this story and I still love it a lot 🤍

[ READ ALL THREE PARTS ON AO3 ]

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Running out of medical supplies was about the worst thing that could happen to a person during a zombie apocalypse, Helmeppo knew. He had seen enough zombie movies to know that. And no, Koby, the fact he never managed to finish any of them did not matter! The fact stood that not having disinfectant and clean bandages and medicine was bad news and his ability to sit though I Am Legend until the end had absolutely no impact on that fact, alright?

And so, when his little group of survivors realised they were almost out of those life-saving supplies, it became their number one priority to find some. Obviously, all pharmacies had been long since picked clean, which left… hospitals.

Hospitals, which were the epicentres of the zombie outbreak, and thus were always crawling with zombies.

But, for some reason, this particular hospital seemed to be… serene.

Empty.

The group had been staking the place for a week and it didn’t seem like there was a huge amount of zombies anymore, only a few of them going in and out, and it seemed like it was the same ones every time—almost like a group of zombies had made their cosy little rotten home in there. They had also seen some humans going in there and returning unharmed, so it didn’t seem like an impossible mission to sneak in there, grab some stuff, and sneak back out.

Still, Helmeppo wasn’t all too happy about it. There was no way around it, however, if he didn’t want to die from getting a cut from a rusty nail.

And so, the five of them—Helmeppo, Koby, Hibari, Kujaku, and Grus—finally made their way inside, all senses on high alert. The whole place was quiet, the hallways blissfully deserted, so they soon decided to split up, each of them going in a different direction to cover more ground and hopefully gather enough medical supplies to last them for a few months.

That was how Helmeppo found himself tip-toeing through what used to be the cardiology department, nervously clutching a kukri knife and a flashlight in each of his sweaty hands while carefully opening one door after the other. So far, all the rooms he tried were patient rooms in varying stages of disrepair. He was almost starting to lose hope and head somewhere else when he reached a large, double-wing door that promised all the supplies he could carry. His heart beat loudly in his chest as he pushed the door open—and paused, frowning slightly at the sight that met him.

It was… clean.

All too clean.

A warning bell went off in the back of Helmeppo’s mind but he forced himself to ignore it. This was zombie land; there was no way the place was operational, or being used in any way.

Shaking his head, Helmeppo pushed forward, peeking into the offices and ORs he passed in search of the place where they would have kept all the instruments and medicine.

Finding a dark room he couldn’t at a glance identify, Helmeppo carefully opened the door and walked in—only to immediately freeze when his flashlight illuminated the shelves. He blinked, trying to process what he was seeing. They were jars, he knew that.

Jars full of chemicals of some kind, medical instruments placed neatly on trays, papers and files strewn all over… Jars? Chemicals?

Wasn’t there… something else in those jars?

Helmeppo closed his eyes tightly. No. No, it couldn’t be.

There was no way someone was storing… pieces in here.

Those definitely weren’t human hearts and lungs and brains and hands and—

Nope.

Turning on his heel, Helmeppo was more than ready to just leave and forget he ever saw any of this, but just as he was to take his first step forward, the wing doors leading to this cursed place all but slammed open, followed by what sounded like… flip-flops?

Panic taking over, Helmeppo dived under one of the tables and held his breath. He only barely remembered to turn off his flashlight as he prayed for whoever it was to just pass by this room and go somewhere else so that Helmeppo could get the hell out.

But of course, it wouldn’t be Helmeppo’s luck if the door to this room didn’t fly open only a moment later.

“Trrrghao!” came a loud growl immediately and Helmeppo’s heart sank.

A zombie. Of course it was a zombie. At least it looked… young. A guy a little younger than Helmeppo, dressed in ripped jean shorts, a red shirt, and actual flip-flops. There was also a straw hat hanging off its neck. Helmeppo gripped his knife tighter, gulping heavily, willing his heart to stop beating so loud.

Thankfully, the zombie didn’t seem to notice him, running inside the room with purpose… only to crash into one of the small tables with wheels at full force, sending some huge jar to the floor. The sound of glass shattering rang loudly around the room, the echo seemingly continuing forever while the zombie gave a full-body cringe, a look that almost seemed guilty crossing his face. Not that Helmeppo paid him all that much attention as he had to bite on his hand hard to keep the surprised yelp in.

And then he had to bite down harder when another growl came from somewhere deep inside the room, possibly from behind a door at the other end of the room. This growl sounded lower, angrier, and much more dangerous than what the straw hat zombie gave earlier…

Did Helmeppo almost walk in on a zombie boss or something?!

A shudder ran through Helmeppo as he watched with wide eyes as the straw hat zombie walked—at a much slower pace—towards the source of the growling, something that almost looked like pout on its lips as he growled something back.

Taking a deep shaky breath, Helmeppo searched for a way to escape. It… didn’t look good. There was glass everywhere now and those two zombies were growling angrily at each other in the other room with the door wide open. Helmeppo was stuck. Stuck and scared and sweating bullets.

How good was a zombie’s sense of smell anyway? He was sure they were going to find him any second now.

Even though they looked quite busy with each other right now; Helmeppo could vaguely see the straw hat zombie shoving what looked like a plastic bag in the other’s face, followed by more vicious growling and the other, taller zombie taking it… before he leaned down and bit the straw hat one in the face.

Helmeppo didn’t think he ever saw zombies attacking each other in this way, and he wasn’t ready! He wasn’t ready to die either! Oh god, why, why did he have to walk in here?! Why did they have to go to this hospital in the first place? Why did they have to split up? Biting back a pathetic whimper, he kept watching the scene, unable to tear his eyes away like it was a metaphorical car crash, his heart beating in his throat and white noise humming loudly in his ears.

He prayed to any deity that was willing to listen to let him get out of there in one piece after those zombies were done with each other.

But, to his surprise, when the taller zombie pulled away, the one with the straw hat didn’t collapse to the ground, nor did he retaliate. Instead, the tall zombie grunted something that made the straw hat look down at his arms and shrug—which in turn made the tall one put the plastic back somewhere before he… took the other zombie’s arm and dragged him back into the room where Helmeppo was hiding.

If Helmeppo thought his heart was beating too loudly before… it was nothing compared to what it was doing right now. It was honestly a miracle they hadn’t noticed him yet.

He was probably beyond lucky they were so preoccupied with each other.

Closing his eyes momentarily, Helmeppo took a deep breath, trying to calm down, telling himself it was fine. He was fine. As long as he stayed quiet and made sure he knew where they were at all times, kept his distance…

With that thought in mind, he opened his eyes again. He watched carefully as the straw hat zombie sat cross-legged on a bed that Helmeppo hadn’t noticed before, while the tall zombie—Helmeppo could now see it had short, dark hair with sideburns, sporting a small goatee, and arms and hands covered in tattoos—sat down in a chair in front of it, taking hold of the other one’s arm.

There was movement almost as if a bone in the arm was being reset, before what could be nothing but a legit, medical brace was placed on the shorter zombie’s forearm.

It was… bizarre.

Never would Helmeppo think he’d ever witness zombies… giving each other medical attention?! What was even going on anymore?!

But then, after some more growling was exchanged… Helmeppo’s brain had to have completely given out.

Because he could swear those two zombies were…

Were…

Kissing.

Tongue and all.

Oh. God.

He couldn't. He couldn’t watch at all anymore. Slowly, as quietly as he could, he placed his kukri knife and flashlight on the floor before burying his face in his hands and closing his eyes tight for good measure. He just couldn’t do it. He didn’t care if those zombies found him and jumped him anymore. He just wanted to disappear and forget about all this.

It took about an hour before the two zombies left together to god-knows-where, and another twenty minutes before Helmeppo was capable of moving.

When he rejoined his friends—completely supply-less, white as a sheet, and feeling more shaken and traumatised than he had ever felt before—he still wasn’t able to say a single word. Although, even if he was able, he still wouldn’t dare explain what he had witnessed.

If he said he had stumbled into a fucking rom-com in that goddamned hospital instead of becoming a minor character of Resident Evil 10, he was sure Grus would off him right there and then, convinced he had breathed in some weird gas or something.

No; Helmeppo would take that experience into his grave.

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[khepiari]

Pspspspspsp LawLu/LuLaw Nation: SHOW LOVE TO TRUFFY FEST!

Not to sound like a chronically online grandma complaining about the good old days of fandom.

BUT!

Hey Lulaw / LawLu people!

You all really should reblog, share and boost the Truffy Fest submissions! The fandom interaction is already dwindling; show enthusiasm for the artists and writers!

GO TO @truffyfest and keep reblogging, sharing and showing support. God, why do I have to yell at you all?

[choggisketches]

Presenting the Truffy Twine 2: “I played cards for the first time and suddenly we’re worlds apart” (LUFFY EDITION)

Here is my tarot card and spot art piece! I had such a great time taking part in the project and happy to see this second twine has made significant improvements compared to the first one since we had a lot more time to finalise everything.

Play the story here!

Got a bit busy with uni so I’m posting this 2 days after the initial release from luffys bday but shhh you saw nothing 🫣

[chenziee]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (or not. you can do whatever). Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Thank you, Cey 🤍 I've been thinking about this for two days, it was so hard and I feel like I'm not doing justice to some of my other fics but xD Here we go, in no particular order:

note: none of the stories that are a part of a series require the context of the other fics in said series, they're all pretty much stand-alone

Until We Drown

One Piece | Luffy/Law | 3,792 words The second part of the Until we drown series, my asexual LuLaw omegavese When the Straw Hats call you claiming an emergency, it can mean anything from 'We're surrounded by Big Mom, Kaido, Blackbeard, and the Navy, send help' to 'Luffy ate the last piece of cake and now there's chaos' and honestly, Law's long given up on trying to figure out where he stood on the emergency scale. But, well, bringing over as much food as he possibly could wasn't the weirdest request they've ever made of him anyway.

A Special Bundle of Mark

Shingeki no Kyojin | Levi/Eren | 4,226 words The first side-story to my one and only longfic, an mpreg omegaverse A Little Bundle of Drama (this is when they mate) Eren's first expedition outside the walls was a disaster. So many lives, so many people lost forever, and for what? For him? How ridiculous. What did Levi think of him now? Did he blame him? Hate him? Despise him?

Shine like gold

Shingeki no Kyojin | Eren/Levi | 3,359 words Third part of the Shine series, my asexual Ereri omegaverse (also the one where they mate and no, the mating scene is not similar to Mark at all shut up) When Levi had told Eren he would not mate him, Eren had assumed it was because he had asked too soon. They may have had technically been together for years, but they did only make it official two months earlier. It was soon, Eren could admit. That was why he had accepted Levi’s rejection without a fight. What Levi was telling him now, however… That was a different matter entirely. “It’s fine if you sleep with someone else.”

If I change the whole world (I can protect you)

One Piece | gen | 2,884 words Baby Uta & Luffy I wrote for the Growing Pains anthology Uta loved Dawn Island. Out of all the temporary bases the Red Hair Pirates have made over the years, this one was definitely her favourite. The only bad part was— “Shanks!! Let me join your crew!!” —this brat.

Ash

One Piece | Law/Luffy | 4,204 words Third part in the Ashes of Life series (AKA the Vivre card series) The only thing more terrifying than losing someone you love is watching that person's life burn out right in front of your eyes, the ashes scattering until there's nothing left.

Honorable mentions:

The Devil card from the second Twine from @truffyfest, which I have yet to make into a proper fic despite saying I would years ago and even making a poll about it aarefaiz (I need to do it eventually tho, I had to hold back on the violence since it was a part of the project 😔)

The fic I did for @truffyfest 2024-2025 which would 100% make the top five but I can't name or link it yet ahahaha but it's funny and criminally underrated okay?? 😭😭

[khepiari]

Whose grand idea was it to write Portal-Dungeon-Guideverse mashup LuLaw fic for Truffy Fest?

Whose?

WHOSEEEEE?

MINE!

Why?

I am questioning myself.

Why do I do this to myself?

[khepiari]

But does anyone organize a lawlu week anymore? I would like to participate in a new event related to this ship

Hello there,

I am not the person who has ever organised any of the events, but mostly participates and is vocal on social media, but not behind the scenes.

Last year, we didn't have LawLu week because of a few logistical issues. So we did Truffy Fest Zine 2023.

Instead of LawLu Week, we did a simple prompt-based open event called Summer of LawLu 2024. Which began on 6/6/2024, which was a Thursday to honour LawLu Day, and ended on the last Thursday of June. Every Thursday in June, people uploaded their fics, art, and anything LuLawLu.

It was done in collaboration with Truffy Fest.

Me, my friends and moots are in talks at the moment to do another Summer of LawLu this year too.

At the moment, everyone is busy with Truffy Fest 2024 Zine. The claiming for prompts is still going for the events, if you want to participate, you can claim.

Here is the information for everything Truffy Fest.

Email them with your queries: [email protected]

Here is everything Truffy Fest, from guidelines and event schedule to the discord server: https://truffyfest.carrd.co/

And finally, follow @truffyfest for updates, and do not miss out on anything LuLawLu

If you want to help me and my friends with, Summer of LawLu 2025, please inbox me as we need people power.

Other events: LuLawktober

Then my friend @angellan organised a prompt-based week event #LuLawktober2024, if you want this year's event to happen and participate, please DM her and help her with the organisation as any of these events require a lot of help from Fandom.

An individual cannot pull things alone.

[chenziee]

Hopeless

No I don't keep forgetting to post these, whatever do you mean?

This is the first of the five pieces I did for @truffyfest! This one is for @nimudae's adorable prompt #164:

Law tells Onigiri all about his crush on Luffy and Onigiri decides he's going to be the best wingdog a pet can be and get them together

Don't forget to check out the full free Truffy fest zine!

[ Read on AO3 | Ko-Fi ]

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It wouldn't be an overstatement to say Onigiri knew everything about Law. He knew what time Law woke up, so he knew exactly when to start stepping impatiently next to his bed, begging for his walk. He knew what time he came back from school, so he knew when to start barking at his food bowl, asking for lunch. Not only was Onigiri observant and a great listener, patiently letting Law rant and ramble on and on about his day, school, music, his friends, and his annoying uncle Doffy… he was also neither blind nor stupid.

And so when Law had sat him down one evening, looking all nervous and jittery as he started explaining how he recently realised his feelings for one of his classmates might not be as platonic as he thought, Onigiri wasn’t surprised.

Instead, it left him flabbergasted that it took Law until now to figure that out.

After all, Law was nothing if not completely obvious when it came to Monkey D. Luffy—or Straw Hat-ya. Honestly, what did Law think the cute nicknames were about? Why did he think he ended up blushing whenever Luffy would tell him how cool his outfit for the day was? Why he kept texting him until the wee hours of the morning after promising Cora-san he’d go to sleep early this time every single day? Or why he made Onigiri’s walks longer than necessary every time just so they could pass by the convenience store where Luffy was part-timing? Or—

Onigiri might not have been stupid but sometimes… Sometimes, he had to wonder whether his master was.

As Law babbled on and on about how pointless things like love were (they were not), how senseless falling for ‘that absolute idiot of all people’ was (look who’s talking), and how there was no way Straw Hat-ya even felt the same way (he didn’t even have words for that one), Onigiri came to a decision. 

Seeing how completely hopeless Law was, someone else was going to have to take charge.

Onigiri didn’t have any matchmaking experience—if you didn’t count those two cats he purposely chased onto the same tree last month—but he’d be damned if he had to listen to this love-sick mess of a word-vomit more than once.

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Onigiri got to work the very same day. It wasn’t hard dragging Law to Luffy’s neighbourhood since Law always gravitated there without seemingly even thinking about it; the hard part was getting this idiot to actually meet Luffy while there, not just steal glances while he led Onigiri around the grocery store three times. But Onigiri was nothing if not resourceful.

And by that he meant he sat by the door to the store and barked until Luffy noticed them.

“What are you doing?” Law hissed quietly, sounding nearly panicked when Luffy looked their way. 

Onigiri simply barked again. Just because he could.

Immediately, the other boy perked up, his usual bright grin spreading on his lips easily as he jumped away from the register, completely abandoning the place—as well as the customer he was in the middle of ringing up—to skip over to them.

“Onigiri! Torao! You’re walking here again? Isn’t it kinda far from your place? Hey, Onigiri, how are you?” Luffy fired one question after the other as he crouched down to scratch Onigiri’s chin.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” Law asked, keeping his voice level while he raised his eyebrow, scolding Luffy. Acting all cool while his gay little heart was undoubtedly racing his chest with happiness. Onigiri almost rolled his eyes at him.

But, Luffy laughed, seemingly finding Law’s fake confidence hilarious. “Eh, it’s fine~” he drew out, looking up at Law with a carefree smile. “I’ve been working for hours, I can take a break once in a while!”

“And how many breaks have you taken so far?” Law asked, unimpressed, before pausing and adding, “And how many snacks have you eaten without paying for them?”

“Hey! I do pay for them!” Luffy protested, a pout finding its way to his lips.

“With your treasure tab?” There was an undeniable hint of laughter in Law’s voice now. “You do know that’s gonna go straight from your paycheck, right?”

“It’s my money anyway,” Luffy grumbled, turning back to Onigiri. He cupped his face in both hands, his pout getting even bigger. “Onigiri, daddy’s being mean to me, tell him something.”

Onigiri blinked. He wasn’t sure if he was glad or upset he couldn’t laugh because if he could… he would be rolling on the floor right then. Luffy said that. Luffy really said that. He really called Law ‘daddy’ without thinking twice about it and that was the best thing that had happened in Onigiri’s life since Cora brought him those turkey treats on Tuesday.

“Daddy?” Law repeated in a broken voice so quiet and so mortified that it made Onigiri want to laugh all over again—he didn’t even have to look at him to know Law was beet red.

“Yeah? You’re Onigiri’s dad, after all.” Luffy tilted his head to the side as he spoke slowly, obviously completely clueless as to why Law reacted like that.

Onigiri really loved this idiot.

Jumping up a little, Onigiri quickly licked Luffy’s face to show his appreciation of his adorable  naivety. Or well, he wasn’t naive; Luffy absolutely knew what ‘daddy’ meant in context… but seeing as he never bothered to think before opening his mouth and even then not really thinking about what just came out of it and thus completely missing his own accidental innuendos…

And poor Law was usually on the receiving end of these too.

On second thought, was it really completely on accident or just subconscious flirting?

Who knew? What Onigiri did know was that these two needed to kiss already.

“Hey, kid! Can you actually do your job here?!” the completely forgotten customer called from inside the store, understandably completely annoyed. Somehow, it was a wonder he wasn’t yelling and demanding to see a manager…

But there were more important things happening here, okay?

Still, Onigiri took a step back from Luffy, barking once as he returned to Law’s side while the two humans said their own goodbyes, the both of them lingering for a few moments too long to be considered normal and Onigiri shook his little head.

Hopeless idiots, the both of them.

It might have been Friday afternoon… but they would hold hands by the week’s end if Onigiri had anything to say about it.

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The next order of business was to actually get them together. That was considerably harder than simply forcing them to meet but Onigiri did have a plan.

Like every Saturday, Law took Onigiri to the large park to play. And like every Saturday, they passed by the cinema right next to it. Onigiri couldn’t exactly read but he knew that whatever posters were hanging in the front, those movies were still playing. Quickly scanning the pictures one by one, Onigiri huffed in satisfaction when he found the one he was looking for. It was still up. Good. That concluded stage one of his plan.

Stage two—make sure Luffy was where he was supposed to be.

It was a warm, sunny day and Luffy hated staying indoors to begin with so Onigiri was pretty sure he would be hanging out at the park as well. He usually did on days like this; it was the most nature in the city and Luffy loved the place about as much as Onigiri and Law did, so unless he forgot he had a family trip planned—wouldn’t be the first time—chances were high he would be there somewhere. But the problem was actually finding him without making Law suspicious.

Being a dog came in handy in situations like this, however. Asking to play fetch as an excuse to wander, using his sensitive nose to sniff out the distinctive smell of meat mixed with the sun and Luffy’s own scent. Onigiri had no idea how Luffy managed to smell that way all the time, but he wasn’t exactly complaining—not when after minutes of searching, he finally caught the trail of said distinctive scent.

Onigiri grabbed the ball and took off—fetching it… but not for Law. Instead, he ran in the opposite direction, letting his nose guide him until Luffy came to view. He was sitting on a picnic blanket, waving his hands around animatedly as he talked to his friends, a ginger-haired girl and a green-haired boy. Onigiri was pretty sure their names were Namu and Zori but Law hardly spoke about anyone outside his own friend circle aside from Luffy so he wasn’t entirely positive.

But this wasn’t about them.

Onigiri ran up to Luffy, barking happily around the ball in his mouth to catch his attention.

“Onigiri!” Luffy called when he noticed him, a wide grin appearing on his face as he reached out with one hand to gesture for the small dog to come closer.

Onigiri easily complied—after all, that was the whole point of him coming—before he dropped the ball into Luffy’s lap.

“Where’s Torao?” Luffy asked then. He was turning every which way, searching the park for Onigiri’s owner like an idiot with a crush. Which was exactly what he was.

“Aw, this is Torao’s dog? How cute!” the girl cooed, her voice full of excitement and adoration. As it should be; Onigiri was adorable and he knew it, thank you very much.

“Yeah!” Luffy said proudly. “Nami, Zoro, this is Onigiri. Say hi, Onigiri!”

Ah. So those were their names. Close enough.

Barking in greeting, Onigiri sniffed the both of them, remembering their scents—sweat and steel for Zoro and for Nami, tangerines and… money? Why did everyone in Luffy’s group smell so weird? It was a mystery.

No point dwelling on it, Onigiri thought. It was time to proceed to stage three of the Grand Plan.

Onigiri turned back to Luffy, nudging the ball in his lap with nose, wagging his tail and barking excitedly to manipula— prompt Luffy into tossing it for him.

Luffy laughed, rubbing Onigiri’s head. “You want me to toss it for you, do you?” he asked teasingly, waving the ball in front of Onigiri’s face.

The dog barked again, getting impatient; what was Luffy playing at? It was only a matter of time before Law found them, there wasn’t time.

“Okay okay!” Luffy finally stood up, tossing the ball in his hand a few times as an evil smile appeared on his lips and he took a stance, getting ready to throw the ball as far as he could.

Just as well, Onigiri thought. The further the better.

The moment the ball left Luffy’s hand, Onigiri took off, chasing after it… but the ball wasn’t his goal. Instead, he sprinted right past it, running at full speed with purpose. Soon, he passed through the park’s gate and crossed the street—only after the light turned green, of course—rushing to his destination; he ignored the startled cries of the people he passed, not slowing down until he reached the cinema. He quickly grabbed what he came for before turning around and sprinting back the way he came.

He was completely out of breath when he finally made it back to where Luffy and his friends were sitting. He wasn’t surprised to see Law already there, looking close to a mental breakdown at having lost sight of his beloved dog while Luffy tried his best to comfort and reassure him—at least that was what it looked like but it was hard to tell when Law was just looking more and more frustrated while on the other hand, Luffy seemed to be struggling to hold back carefree laughter.

“Onigiri! You little shit, where did you go?!” Law asked angrily when he noticed the dog running over.

Ignoring his master for now, Onigiri went straight to Luffy, dropping the item he had brought in front of him before flopping to the ground with exhaustion, panting loudly. Man, why was he so tired? The cinema was so close… He supposed it was the adrenalin of racing with time, trying to get back before Law found them…

“Hm? What’s this?” Luffy asked with confusion, picking up the cinema’s programme pamphlet.

Stage three—complete.

Onigiri sighed deeply. It was going well… so far. The rest really mostly depended on at least one of them not being a complete idiot.

Which was, admittedly, a difficult hurdle to overcome.

“This movie… Where did I see this?” Luffy wondered out loud, his face scrunched up into a deep frown as he studied the picture of an animated superhero, his robot side-kick, and pet seagull. Onigiri was honestly surprised there wasn’t steam rising from his head with how hard he was thinking.

What did he say about someone needing to not be stupid?

Maybe he should just give up if they were both going to be like this…

“Hey, isn’t that the seagull that Torao wears on his bag?” Nami asked, pointing at the bird in the corner and in that moment, she looked like a goddess in Onigiri’s eyes.

Luffy’s eyes lit up in recognition at her words. “Oh! This is ‘Sora, Warrior of the Sea’?! You never showed me what it looked like but Toaro, isn’t this your favourite manga?! Have you seen this movie yet?!” he asked, turning to look at Law with something akin to stars in his eyes.

Oh, thank god.

Onigiri barely finished the thought when a tell-tale click came from behind him. Did he really—

Whipping his head around, Onigiri glared at Law. He was kneeling behind him with Onigiri’s leash in hand as if to incriminate himself of his crime and Onigiri bared his teeth at him.

“Don’t you growl at me, you brat. I’m not the one who ran off to fuck knows where!” Law snapped, tugging at the leash for good measure to remind the dog his movements were now severely limited. As if he were a dumb hamster who couldn’t find his way back once he left his cage.

Rude.

And here Onigiri was, working his ass off and doing Law’s damn job for him.

“Torao!” Luffy called impatiently.

“What?” Law hissed, tearing his eyes away from Onigiri to shoot a dirty look at Luffy. Onigiri almost felt bad for causing Luffy to take collateral damage…

Luffy didn’t seem phased, however, only showing Law the pamphlet where his favourite hero of all time stood proudly, pointing at it eagerly. “Have you seen this movie?!”

Law was quiet for a too-long moment, seemingly weighing his options before he opened his mouth to slowly reply, “I haven’t.”

If Onigiri could, he would have raised his eyebrows at Law because really? Did he not want to admit he had seen the movie four times already so he didn’t seem like the complete nerd he was? How ridiculous—as if Luffy didn’t know he was a hopeless Sora fanboy already. 

But actually… this played right into Onigiri’s paws.

“Oh! Wanna go see it?” Luffy asked, blinking up at Law with his big, innocent eyes.

Onigiri was pretty sure the strangled squeak he heard was Law going through some kind of gay panic at the sight. “Why would I want to—”

“Ehh?” Luffy drew out, a small pout on his lips as he tilted his head to the side to stare up at Law—only worsening the trembles in Law’s little heart. “But you like this! Come see it with me, come on!”

“Don’t go saying stupid shit, you sound like you’re asking me on a—”

“On a… what?” Luffy asked with a confused frown when Law didn’t finish his sentence.

Idiots…

“Idiots,” Nami sighed as she face palmed, perfectly mirroring Onigiri’s thoughts. A kindred soul, sharing Onigiri’s suffering.

“They’re both completely hopeless,” Zoro added.

Before either Law or Luffy could say anything, Nami punched his shoulder instead. “You have no right to talk,” she hissed. “Do you know how hard me and Robin worked to force you and Sanji to stop dancing around each other like a couple of morons?”

“Shut up! Who asked you to do that anyway?!” Zoro protested as he slapped her hand away.

“It was painful to watch!”

As the two continued to bicker, Luffy simply shrugged and shook his head, seemingly used to it, before he turned back to Law. “So about the movie…”

“What about it?” Law asked quietly, defensively, as his eyes turned away. Probably unable to keep looking at Luffy’s face without agreeing to anything that came out of his mouth.

Onigiri sighed. That was it for stage four, he supposed. Time for stage four-point-five.

Before Law could react and pull on his leash to stop him, Onigiri jumped to his feet and took off; he circled around Luffy sitting on the blanket, then back around Law, only to then dash forward at full speed, tugging on his leash until he heard the surprised yelps and fumbling as Law stumbled forward and towards Luffy from where the leash tangled around his knees.

“What the fuck is this, 101 Dalmatians?!” Law groaned, sounding torn between angry and painfully embarrassed while Luffy just laughed, catching Law to make sure he didn’t trip over him and break his neck.

Onigiri barked once, looking Law straight in the eyes when he slowly walked back to the two of them, sitting right in front of the cinema pamphlet that fell out of Luffy’s hand in their tumbling.

“I think the dog is trying to tell you two something,” Zoro said with a raised eyebrow, his fight with Nami forgotten.

“You fucking think?” Law asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“Just go see the stupid movie, what’s the harm?” Nami joined in, sounding about as tired of their shit as Onigiri felt.

“It’s not stupid, it’s great!” Law snapped immediately.

“Oh, so you have seen it,” the girl said, an evil smirk on her lips as she teased Law without mercy.

Onigiri barked in a canine version of a laugh; he really liked this girl.

“I guess it’s decided then!” Luffy announced with a happy grin. “The programme said there’s a showing in an hour, let’s go!”

Law visibly froze, looking between Onigiri and Luffy like a deer in headlights as he tried to process what was happening. “Are you actually serious?”

“Yes.”

“Bark!”

“Are you stupid? I can’t go anywhere, I have Onigiri with me—”

“We’ll watch him, just go have fun,” Nami interrupted him and, as if to prove her point, she got up on her knees, carefully picking Onigiri up and unhooking his leash to free the two boys of its hold. Once done, she pried it out of Law’s hands before clasping it back to Onigiri’s collar. Finally, she sat back down on the picnic blanket, placing Onigiri in her lap and scratching him behind the ears.

Onigiri didn’t fight the temptation to lean into her touch, her slightly longer, perfectly manicured nails feeling like heaven in his fur.

“See? We’re all good,” she said happily… but Onigiri couldn’t help but feel like there was a hint of a threat in her voice.

“How much are you going to charge me for this?” Law asked, even though he sounded resigned to his fate at this point.

Nami smiled in response… and even Onigiri felt a chill run down his spine.

“Oh, I won’t charge anything. As long as you have fun. Got it?”

“Yessir!” Luffy cried, completely terrified. As if he could imagine exactly what would happen to him if he didn’t listen to her.

And just like that, both Law and Luffy were basically chased away, leaving Onigiri behind with Nami and Zoro, and thus ending stage four-point-five.

Now… with stage five commencing…

They could only hope for the best.

“You have it hard, man,” Zoro said once the two of them were completely out of sight, throwing Onigiri a sympathetic look.

Nami hummed in agreement. “If they don’t come out of the cinema holding hands, I swear I’m charging them by the minute of that stupid movie. And then we’re locking them in Mihawk’s hearse until they figure it out.”

“Hey!” Zoro cried. “Use your sister’s goddamned truck, you want me to get killed?!”

“Oh please, the worst Mihawk would do to you is refuse to drive you anywhere,” Nami noted with a roll of her eyes.

“Yeah, and then I would have to ask Perona to drive me and that is a death sentence!”

“Don’t be a baby,” Nami said flatly. “If you could walk in a straight line without getting lost, you wouldn’t have to rely on your family or Sanji to chaperone you everywhere. And also—” she paused, her eyes narrowing dangerously— “you still owe me money for the restaurant reservations for yours and Sanji’s date last month so don’t try to get out of this.”

“I paid you back, you witch!” Zoro cried.

Nami huffed, waving her hand dismissively, “Ever heard of interest?”

“You’re impossible. Why do I suffer you?” the boy groaned, rubbing at his forehead.

Nami huffed as she tossed her hair behind her shoulder. “Because I’m so cute!”

“Compared to what, a trash can?”

Somehow, Onigiri wasn’t even surprised when Nami’s fist flew forward to punch Zoro full force in the shoulder, her teeth bared as wrath radiated off of her. 

Ah.

Now Onigiri could see why Luffy jumped to attention the very second he felt the slightest hint of hostility from her. This girl was terrifying.

“Aw, I’m sorry, Onigiri. Did the stupid swordsman scare you?” Nami cooed at him, when she noticed how he crouched and huddled into her lap to protect himself.

“Pretty sure he’s scared of you,” Zoro muttered quietly.

Nami took a deep breath, only shooting Zoro a dirty look to which the man simply raised his arms in surrender. Apparently satisfied, Nami turned back to Onigiri. “Don’t worry, no matter what happens, I am forcing Torao and Luffy to buy you as many tasty treats as you want for doing their damn job for them.”

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As Onigiri laid on his bed at home a week later, chewing on a fresh, tasty bone that Luffy had brought him when he came over to see his boyfriend— much to Cora’s delight and Doffy’s amusement—he couldn’t help but thank Nami in his mind for keeping her word. He didn’t remember ever getting this many treats, not even from Cora when Law wasn’t looking.

He supposed with this…

He could declare stage five concluded, and his Grand Plan a raging success.

Whatever would these hopeless humans do without him?