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“You have to get used to this, cook.” Zoro’s breath tickles his left ear. “So no one can use it against you.”
Sanji’s breathing shallowly, waiting to be pushed away. Zoro’s chest is so, so warm. “How would I get used to it? Who’s gonna—”
“Who’s gonna what?”
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Sanji is so touch starved it's a liability. Zoro, like any good nakama, decides to help him out.
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30 Apr 2026
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With the reluctant help of their new ally, Luffy might finally be able to fulfill his old dream of swimming in the sea. But who'd be foolhardy enough to lend his body to Luffy of all people? And who is the poor sucker stuck trying to teach a hammer to swim...?
[Set loosely after Punk Hazard, minimal spoilers regarding Trafalgar Law]
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She's used to flattery and pretty words.
What she gets from him is...not that.
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11 Jun 2019
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"The silence that pools between them on the heels of that assertion leaves her short of breath, and there’s a moment where she wonders what she might have done, if she’d been a different woman; if she doled out her trust as effortlessly as some people, and looked for good things in the hearts of others before she looked for the bad."
Suprisingly heavy, for a story that flows so easily. Quite an unexpected pair, but it really took my breath away how perfectly they fit (to quote "He’s—hard. Like her, but in a different way. It’s not the hardness of a shield, rough-hewn from a life of blows and scrapes; it’s a blade’s edge, sharp and cutting.."). Boa and Mihawk are both such large personalities, larger than life, that their beggining of a relationship reads almost like a nordic myth.
Beautiful story, wonderfully paced and throughly recommended.
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A Certain Kind of Eloquence (In Other Words, There's a Whole Lot of Tongue) by missmungoe
Fandoms: One Piece
31 Aug 2017
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Everything about him is loud — his hair, his laughter, his whole too-big-for-this-world personality.
The accent...takes time to notice.
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She lets out a wry laugh. "I am a burden, is what I am," she counters. "To Kawamatsu before, and to you now. And for nothing I've earned, only the blood in my veins." Her hands curl in fists, wrinkling the delicate fabric of the yukata Denjiro gave her for her last birthday.
Denjiro makes a low, wounded noise, and Hiyori wishes she could take back the venom in her voice, even if it was directed at herself. Hiyori wishes for her mother here, her father, anyone who could brighten the horizon. But there is only her, and Denjiro, eyes closed and regret painted in the tenseness of his expression.
"You are Lady Toki and Lord Oden's daughter, and I loved them," he says.
(or: Hiyori and Denjiro, during the endless night of Wano. if we have nothing, we will still have each other.)
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11 Jan 2021
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All people do is worry about her, when she is safe and cared for, has enough food to eat and a roof over her head. Her caretakers starve and drown themselves in lies, and they look at her like she has a right to be hurting. Hiyori is supposed to watch over her people, and instead she hides away in a darkened room and still wakes Denjiro up with her nightmares, try as she might to muffle them. A poor hope she makes.
But the dawn is not there yet, may never come, and its servants have learned to mold shadows in its absence
"But dawn will come. Or I shall bring back the sun over Wano myself."
I'm not crying, you're crying