What do the strawhats do for luffys birthday? Ah that first birthday after his disappearance must've been so sad đ
probably just cry ig aidfhwauifbkfgb
hmm i honestly think they would have a party in his honourâeven though they are hurting and "mourning" his presence, id like to think that they would shove all those negative emotions deep down into a box and seal it shut just for that one day. Any other time, they would allow their grief to swallow them whole, but it's Luffy's birthday.
and if he isn't there to celebrate it, theyd do it for him - wherever he is
i wrote a tiny little something for @mangogreent, it isnt much but i hope you like ! happy birthday lake ! title borrowed from glad you exist by dan + shay (listen with your platonic nakamaship hat on and dissolve into seafoam with me)
read on ao3
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Luffyâs body doesnât scar easily. Itâs one of the many facets of a frankly unhinged healing factor; his body shuffles micronutrients and vitamins around like a circus clown juggling pins, wounds healing so quickly and completely that there is rarely a trace left behind.
There are, of course, exceptions to every rule. The smiling pencil-mark curve beneath his eye is one of them. The cruel, gaping burn across his chest is another.
Sanji and Chopper have spent hours going over dietary needs and goals for everyone aboard Sunny, not just their captain. But itâs their captain whose food works like a miracle in his stomach.
If Sanji thinks too long and too hard about Totto Landâabout Luffyâs trembling, emaciated limbs when he handed over a disgusting, ruined bento, the way his skin plumped up and shone with good health within minutes of a mealâthere are very good odds that heâll spiral into a fit of grief or guilt or panic no matter where he is or what heâs doing at the time. So he tries not to think about it, and instead loads his captain with carbs and protein and fiber at every opportunity instead.
Suffice to say, Luffyâs skin is largely whole and undamaged, only a few faint scars scattered here and there that you wouldnât notice if you werenât really looking. His rubber body is a marvel, but it burns like a starving furnace, and sometimes it does him a disservice no one could have possibly seen coming.
âYou donât feel that?â Usopp says with a frown.
âNuh-uh,â Luffy confirms blithely, watching the feather move back and forth across his arm. âIf you pinch me or poke me with something sharp I will, but if itâs soft itâs like itâs not there at all.â
For a moment, everyone sits there and absorbs that information. Sanji can feel it settling over his nakama like a blanket of snow; cold and promising to pack in and be a pain in the ass to shovel through. Sanji has to readjust his understanding of the world, too. It takes him a minute.
The only touches that Luffy feels easily are the ones that hurt. Thatâs true for everyone, in a senseâbut just because a slap might register louder and faster than a gentle touch doesnât mean the latter doesnât carry a weight of its own.
Sanji wonders, abruptly, if the last thing Luffy felt from him was the fight they had on Whole Cake when Sanji was desperate to free his captain of his obligations to a pathetic, useless cookâwhen he did everything in his power to drive him away.
Nami and Brook have joined Usopp in the game of poking Luffyâs arms and legs and squishy sides in the name of proving him wrong, finding a spot where he isnât so thick-skinned. Brookâs phalanges drumming against his ribs make him giggle a bit, but how much of that is real feeling and how much is simply delight at all the attention and affection pointed his way?
It should be cute, but Sanji can seeâand feelâit cutting everyone to the quick. Robin has closed her book, watching the scene without a smile on her face. Frankyâs hands are unmoving around the great feathered monstrosity he and Usopp have been building at the table together up until this point, as if heâs forgotten heâs holding tools in the first place.
Enough is enough, Sanji decides, and sets aside his pride along with his bowl of red velvet cupcake batter and maryse spatula, moving around the counter with purpose.
âGot an idea,â he says at length and Nami scoots gamely to the side. Sanji keeps moving before he can get in his own way and takes Luffyâs round face in one work-hardened hand.
Luffy, who has been known to use his actual skull as a battering ram, usually fights with his whole chest and carries most of his injuries there, too. His face, aside from an unfortunate unsupervised incident with a knife when he was little more than a toddler with a highly questionable and often day-drunk role model, is unscarred.
Sanji brushes his thumb against Luffyâs cheek, where the skin lays very thin over sensitive nerve endings. His captain blinks up at him, brown eyes wide and trusting, every bit as if heâs looking at someone who has never hurt him before.
The crew present is watching raptly, their disquiet transforming into absurd, single-minded scrutiny. Thereâs a reason theyâre not only living in the New World but thriving thereâtheyâre good at adapting, at assimilating new information, at smacking the curveballs right out of the park on their second swing.
âFeel that?â Sanji asks.
Luffy tips his head curiously, just enough not to dislodge Sanjiâs hand. Perfectly willing to sit still and be held when itâs his cook doing the holding.
âKinda,â the boy says, the barest hint of a furrow forming between his brows. Itâs the beginning of an epic spoiled sulk that everyone who loves him is intimately familiar withâbecause his nakama belong to him, and so Sanji does, and so his hand on Luffyâs face does, and it is rapidly occurring to Luffy that itâs not fair for all of those things to be true and for him not to be able to feel it.
Sanji canât help but smile, always equal parts charmed and exasperated by the future king in a pout. He leans in and presses his mouth to the same place his thumb was, kissing the soft cheek firmly. He can almost see it when Luffy zings to attention, his overwhelming focus zeroed into that singular point of contact.
By the time Sanji straightens, Luffy is already beaming ear-to-ear.
âI felt that!â
Sanji returns to his dessert prep, perfectly satisfied with the changed world he leaves in his wake. Chopper is already clambering over the top of the table, scattering the bits and bobs of the engineers' project into an irremediable mess in his haste to bury his favorite human in fuzzy reindeer kisses, and similarly everyone elseâs eyes are gleaming with promise.
Luffyâs rubber body is both a wonder and a menace, much like the golden soul it houses. But where it falls short and fails him, his friends will pick up the slack. Luffy is probably going to get his cheeks and forehead pinched and poked a lot more when heâs whining or complaining or elsewise being his annoying, incorrigible self.
But heâs also going to get kissed a lot more there, too.
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Thank you @princess-of-purple-prose for the ID (available in ALT text). ID was rephrased here and there according to what the panels are meant to show
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Gift AMV for the lovely @remedyturtles - please check out the fic this is based on if you somehow haven't read it already!
idk if you've read this but just in case, here u go <33
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27204629
Bro you underestimate the amount of Luffy & Sanji fics I've readâI eat that shit up like SOUP
He sends his haki out to the ocean, a hand reaching for another, but it is only the wind that answers. He circles the island, round and round. Two times, three, ten, and at some point, he realizes the moon has taken up to the sky. Luffy doesnât feel his hunger.
Staring at endless dark waters and blues for a moment held so still, Luffy lowers himself to the ground and settles into the sand, cold grain and soft land.
(âLuffy!â He almost seems to hear. âHow are you not cold when youâre wearing only that?â)
Then, with his legs drawn up against his chest as if to shelter his heart from the wind, he asks quietly to the sea, like a child forgotten in the rain,
âWhere did everyone go?â
The sea has no answer for her King.
recent one piece drawings... feat. two ghibli redraws specific to my big brother yamato au!! the first pic in the post is natsume yuujinchou-inspired (another au lol) and tbh all the rest are au stuff except for the redraw of the new intro frame lol. but my friend said i should post so this one is for u sara <3