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Roomates

Chapter 1

Summary: you finally move out of your aunties house and your parents gave you your own house and money as a gift before they died. But you realize that there’s someone in your house as you finally move in

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You put the last box in the truck, cracking your knuckles while turning around to greet your auntie. It was time to say goodbye to her, after living with her for so long, you finally had enough money to move into a new house, a bigger house. You hugged your auntie, wishing her a farewell goodbye before getting in the truck to drive. You watched as she slowly faded away from the rearview mirror. Letting out a sigh at the thought of a new life. You were only twenty two, finally having a place to yourself, not having to rely on your auntie to have a roof over your head. Your parents were the ones who were letting you keep this house. Along with lots of money. You wanted to thank them, but sadly they were dead.

You didn’t know how it happened, you stayed with your Auntie and she was the one who got the call about them. As a gift, they gave you this house and money to give you a head start. You were grateful for it, wishing they were still alive so that you could thank them. The car ride was peaceful, eventually making it into the house, your jaw dropped, looking at the house, it wasn’t just a house… it was a mansion. A huge brown mansion, your parents wanted to give you this? How rich were they?

You didn’t know much about our parents, only remembering little stuff from when you were a little child, your Auntie was the one that showed you pictures of them and told stories about them. You always wanted to know more since you couldn't remember them much. Looking down at the key you had, you know that going into this house would change everything, your new life would start just by taking a step inside. You smiled to yourself, getting out of the car with the key. Walking alongside the sidewalk that led you to the front door, turning the key in the lock and hearing it click. Slowly pushing the door open to reveal a beautiful modern living room.

A couch was pressed against the wall along with a coffee table that matched the brown color of the cough, a rug was placed in front of it, across from it was a fireplace, hanging over it was a huge television. “Wow.” You mumbled, knowing that there were gonna be more rooms that would amaze you more than this. You kept walking until you ran into the kitchen, white and black cabinets filled your eye view, an island separating you from the other counters on the other side. The black ceiling light came on once you flipped the light switch. A large silver sink was placed in the middle of the counters. Shiny and clean. You looked to her left, it was a door, opening it to see an empty pantry. “Well, I guess I’ll know where to put my snacks.” You chuckled to yourself,

Another door caught your eye near the stairs, it was just a closet. A nice sized one too. Finally, you went upstairs, mainly doors hit you at once, taking a look in each room. There were at least seven to eight bedrooms and one bathroom. A few of the other bedrooms had bathrooms themselves. There was a huge bedroom that had a bathroom in it, you were gonna claim it as your own bedroom. It was a queen sized bed with a gold and white comforter set on the bed with pillow sheets. Did my parents decorate this mansion themselves? You thought.

This place was amazing, but why did they give you a mansion? It’s not like you’re gonna have roommates or family members come live with you. My parents must be crazy rich, no wonder they gave me this much money along with a mansion.” You didn’t mind, giving the time to be by yourself.

You loved your Auntie, you really did, but everyone needs peace and quiet sometimes, there was also a certain room that caught your eye. It seemed like an office room, but you wanted to change it into something else. A relaxing space where you can put your books in and be in the room for as long as you want. “Huh… I might love this place.” You already had a layout for it too. For now, you’ll start unpacking. Grabbing as many boxes and bags as you can one by one and placing them on the living room floor until the truck is empty. Sorting through your boxes, luckily, you had them labeled. You put your clothes and shoes in your room and all of your books in the office room. Placing some of your picture frames on the night stand by your bed and in the living room, the picture frames consisted of pictures with your auntie and a few with your parents. Even kissing one of them before placing it down gently on the table.

You stayed upstairs for a few hours, folding and sorting clothes, putting them up in your closet, putting your shoes in a neat line, and stacking them when necessary. You then went back downstairs, now having to create a list of what you’d need from a few stores, you’d need a lot of kitchen utensils and silver wares. Plates and cups already filled the cabinets. You looked around for anything else, eventually seeing a dining room. Chairs were pushed in nicely while decorative plates were sitting in front of each chair. Fake fruit covered the middle part of the table. “Wow. My parents must have it all.”

You left again, to get things from the store. Still being on the lookout since there are lots of rumors going on in your town. They say that there are too many killers on the loose, some in different states, even countries. So you brought a few things as protection, especially when you're in public. Some of them like to stalk people for an odd reason. By the time you came back, your truck was filled with bags. You nodded to yourself. Feeling like you've done enough things for the day. “Okay… that's enough shopping, time to head home.”

Home…

It felt weird to call it home now, but you knew that you’d get used to it eventually. Once you made it back home, you put things where they needed to you, pots and pans went in the lower cabinets, and silver wares went in drawers. Water bottles went in the fridge and snacks went in the pantry. Frozen meats went into the freezer along with other frozen foods. You sat down on the couch, surprisingly, it was comfortable. Comfortable to where you began to drift off. All that moving caught up to you, making you tired. You fell asleep peacefully….

You then woke io, but you felt a weird presence in your house. Being cautiously aware of what was happening, you slowly got up to look around. Seeing if any windows were open or even anything broken. Nothing, a breeze or you, there was a back door. There’s a back door?! You thought. A chill went down your spine, you didn’t see that door there, now there’s someone in your house.

You acted fast, grabbing a knife from the kitchen, checking the downstairs area for the person who invaded your home. No one’s there. You then went upstairs. A low creak caught you off guard in one of the rooms. Pressing your back against the wall, you opened the door with your arm, waiting for the person to walk out so you could strike a move. No one was there, you peeked your head in, seeing that the cost was clear, you held onto the knife while going in. A cold, hard hand grabbed you by the neck and slammed you against a wall. Causing you to drop your knife.

Ouch.

Jason & Friends

Sleepover

Posted:09/13/23

Title: Sleepover

Buggy x GN Strawhat Reader

Fluff

Summary: Since Buggy is suck as a head on the strawhat's ship, you decide to pass the time together with a flirtatious game of never have I ever.

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Word Count: 1552

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Warnings: Language

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

"I don't want that thing," Zoro said, putting his hands up when Usopp tried to hand him Buggy's head. "It's your turn. I've had to listen to him all day." Buggy rolls his eyes as the two men go back and forth. "I'll take him." You say. Unopp didn't question it and tossed him to you. "Watch it!" Buggy shouts at him. Zoro and Usopp run off to dinner. "Hi." You greeted, looking down at him. "Hi~," He says back with a sarcastic smile before rolling his roll again. "Do you want to play a game with me?" You asked. He looked up at you, confused. "A game?" He questioned back, wondering if you were messing with him. You nodded and began to walk back to your quarters of the ship. He sighs. "What the hell am I supposed to play, dim-wit? I'm a fucking head." It was your turn to roll your eyes. "There's lots of things we could play. Blackjack, truth or dare, never have I ever -" Buggy cuts you off when you finally get to your room. "What is this a sleepover?" You set him next to you on your bed. "Well, do you want to play any of them, or do you have any better ideas?" He thought about it for a minute. "Never have I ever..." You smiled at his answer. "I'll go get the shot glasses!"

You came back from the ship's kitchen with two shot glasses and a nice bottle of whiskey. "I got the good stuff. Don't tell Sanji." Buggy thinks for a moment trying to recall which one was Sanji. "The French bimbo?" He questioned. "That's the one. He's really into cooking, so he'd be mad if he knew I was using the nice whiskey for cheap shots." Buggy takes note of this. "Nothing cheap with me, sweetheart." He says flirtatiously. "You're makeup says otherwise." You stab with a smirk. "Hey!" You don't give him a chance to say more. "Who goes first?" He scoffs. "Well, obviously, I should go first." Buggy ego speaks. "You're right, age before beauty." "Yes -" He catches himself. "You little shit. I'm not that old and twice as beautiful as you!" You chuckle. "Whatever old man just go." He shakes his head thinking. "Never have I ever eaten a crewmate." Your eyes widen before you start laughing. "What? I've done fuck up shit but not that." You waved your hand while laughing. "Eaten as in Cannibalism or as in oral?" You try to clarify. Buggy burst out laughing. "You dirty little bitch. Cannibalism." He confirmed. "Nope, I've never done that." He nods. "Okay then, oral." Buggy says, changing the meaning of his question. "I've been on a pirate crew only for a few months, dude. Do you think I've had time?" "A few months and still no? You're not trying hard enough." His joke makes you flustered. "What do you mean?! I'm not trying." The topic was starting to embarrass you. "Then that's the problem." "Problem?! That is hardly a problem." You both bicker for a few minutes about wwhetheror not you should be trying to fuck your crewmates. Buggy couldn't care less about your sex life but found it entertaining to embarrass you. "Okay! Whatever, my turn... Never have I ever..." You look around the room looking for ideas. "Never have ever made a kid cry." Buggy scoffs. "You can't ask shit you know I did." You chuckle. "Why? Because you'll know I'll win." "You won't win even with that sshinylittle rule." You laughed. "Wanna bet?" The question made Buggy smile. "Hell yeah. What's it worth to you?" His eyes are fixed on your lips, watching you bite down. "Umm... If I win, you have to tell him a true story about yourself." He jokely hissed. "Ohh, how dangerous~" He mocked you. The tips of your fingernails tap the shot glass. "What do you want if you win?" You asked looking at him. He gives you a chuckle. "When I win..." Buggy corrects. "I want a kiss~." Your eyes widen. "What?" He clarifies for you. "You have to kiss me and not just a little peck. A 30-second French kiss~" Blush fills your face. It wasn't the worst thing, was it? You thought before giving an audible sigh. "Fine, but only because I know I'll win." Buggy smirks. "Sure you will... now, give me the damn shot." It had almost slipped your mind that you would have to help him. "Oh, right." You pour the first shot of the night and place the cool glass on his lips. Buggy doesn't break eye contact as he downs it. "Alright, cupcake. Never have I ever stolen from a crewmate." You huffed and filled your glass with the stolen goods. "1-1" you mumbled. "Never have I ever hid a body part to spy on people." He rolls his eyes while you poor his shot. "Never have I ever slipped edibles into Sanji's cooking?" You choke on your spit. "How-" Buggy smiles proudly. "Drink bitch." He demands.

☆

"Damn it!" You say taking another shot while Buggy laughs at you. "Piss off!" You shout back playfully. "Okay, my turn..." You set down your glass and think for a moment before a wicked smile spreads across your face. Buggy looks concerned. "What's with that look l/n?" You smiled. "Never have I ever... used my own dick to fuck myself." Buggy's face goes pale from shock before his face turns red with anger and embarrassment. "WHAT THE HELL?!" You burst out laughing while Buggycusss you out. Letting him get it out, you wait patiently with a filled shot glass. "YOU PIECE OF SHIT-" There's a sudden banging on the wall. "Clown, if you don't shut the hell up, I'll cut out your tongue and throw it in the sea!" Zoro shouts. Making you realize how late it has gotten. Buggy bites his tongue. You laughed quietly to yourself at Zoro. Buggy couldn't help but quietly laugh about it, too. "Whatever, shit stick. Just give me the shot." You wipe the tear from your eye. "Yes, sir." You replied jokingly, putting the glass to his lips. The comment didn't help Buggy's embarrassed blushing. "It's getting late. Do you want to be done?" "Sure but only because I'm in the lead." He answered with a chuckle, causing yoh to put the bottle away. "So um... where have you been sleeping?" "Where ever, I'm left." Buggy says through his teeth. "Oh..." He watches you think for a moment. "Well, I have an extra pillow if you wanna lay on that." Buggy is a little taken aback by the suggestion. "My how bold~ At least take me out for dinner first before inviting me to bed~" He jokes, watching you pull your sheets back.

"Or... you know pay what what you owe~" You look at him confused. "Pay what I owe - oh! Right. The kiss." You pull the sheets over your lap. Your hands are more careful with him than the other crewmates. "Does it have to be French?" You questioned nervously. "Damn right, it does. That was the agreement. Now, pucker up." Buggy closes his eyes and puckers his lip dramatically. Sighing you press your lips to his. Buggy's relaxed into something natural and sweet. The feeling of his cheap old makeup smears across your lips. Buggy opens his mouth slightly, letting himself get greedy with being paid his part. You welcome him in and let his excited tongue desperately try to dominate yours. The surprise of passion was found sparking I'm his actions. You wanted to wonder when the last time someone kissed him was or showed him in sort of affection without a sour taste of fear to ruin it? However, you didn't let yourself wander away from the warm, wet kiss. Even when you had to pull away for air. Your eyes were still closed. Arms tried from holding him up yet not relaxing. Buggy didn't say anything. He just stared at your messed-up lips. The stain of his makeup gave you your own small clown smile. Oh, how you could enchant his whole audience if you were part of his show. No one spoke when you opened your eyes. The souls gazed into one another. Longing for something unnamed. "I um... I think that was more than 30 seconds." Your chuckles match together. "Probably." Another moment of uncomfortable silence fills the room. "Your arms tried?" He asked quietly. "Mh? Oh yeah..."

Placing him on the side of his face on the pillow so he faced you. "Is that good?" You asked, laying down next to him. "Yeah, fine." He says like a brat. Buggy watches as you close your eyes, still facing him. The bed sways back and forth as he continues to stare. "This really doesn't bug you?" He asked genuinely. "Does what bug me?" He scoffed. "Oh, I don't know, maybe a creepy serial killer pirate clown's decapitated head sleeping next to you." You don't open your eyes. "It's fine Buggy just go to sleep." There's a moment of silence. "Don't tell me what to do..." He mumbled before closing his eyes.

You Kissed the Clown? Part 12

Just when I thought I'd take a break from the series, I had a small little brain wave. Thank you, Spotify for blessing my playlist with Amir and Indila in my time of need. My French is very limited, but I love the vibe.

Word Count: 2,487

Part 11 back here, Masterlist here.

“Hey, uh,” your bandana clad crewmate uttered, placing a hand sheepishly at the back of his neck as he intruded on your private moment shared with Buggy, “we kind of need him back on deck for a minute.”

You brought your lips together from their slightly agape former position, the shock continuing to roll over you in waves at the confession from the captain of the Buggy-Pirates’ severed head.

“Just a moment, Usopp,” you said, attempting to mask your chattering teeth with a small smile at him. You brought your gaze back to the wide and agitated teal eyes of the unpredictable and dangerous clown who sat unmoving atop the wooden box. He appeared to be staring directly at the wooden wall of the hallway, his eyes glazed over as he withdrew into the recesses of the void within his thoughts.

“Buggy,” you said through a calm and steady voice. He threw his gaze against your own, eyes wide at the way you eloquently spoke his name.

“Do you have an answer for me?” he uttered frantically, “will you accept my-,”

“We have company,” you hurriedly said to him, nodding your head toward your awaiting crewman.

He snapped his gaze up to meet the awkward-looking expression forming on Usopp’s face and groaned in an almost growling fashion.

“What now?” he yelled in frustration, “lost your direction again? How do you lot even get anywhere?!”

“Unless it escaped your recollection,” you again spoke slowly, bringing his gaze to peel away from Usopp and halt his rage, “we are journeying to find our navigator.”

Buggy again groaned and rolled his eyes at you before stifling himself.

“Fine, I’ll navigate. But you,” he said hopping to face Usopp in his addressal, “need to actually follow the directions I give you! And you,” his voice softened as he hopped around to face you once more; “you need to be the one carrying me up to top deck.”

You laughed through your nose and shook your head, eyes falling to the ground at his softness in his orders towards you.

“Alright,” you confirmed with a nod, bringing your attention back to Usopp, “would you mind returning the bento to the kitchen, Usopp? I’ll have my hands full with this one,” you tilted your head toward the clown head, prompting Buggy to smile broadly, baring all of his teeth at Usopp in victory.

Usopp raised his hands defensively and almost eagerly brought himself to the rewrapped bento box, uttering a quick; “I’m good with that,” before retreating immediately to the kitchen.

Giggling at Usopp’s lack of apprehension to complete a chore and his swift retreat, you arched your back and clicked your neck before rising to your feet. You bent your torso over and clasped again the cheeks of the clown you had come to enjoy the company of and stabilised your grip beneath his jaw with your palms.

“Come on then,” you said while hoisting him into the air and holding him in front of you, your brows knitting together as you watched him hold his sites on your cleavage. His mouth hung slightly agape as his eyes glazed over once more in deep thought while hyper-fixated on your breasts.

 “Buggy,” you warned him with a purse of your lips and an arched left brow.

He shook his head before creasing his brows in anger.

“What do you expect from me?” he growled at you, “you’re the one that exposed that small amount of skin to me when you bent down to retrieve me! C’mon, baby.”

His eyes darkened, gulping before once again speaking; “it’s been so very long since I’ve seen you, and I know exactly what that flesh feels like when you pressed yourself against me under the big top tent.”

Your eyes widened as he continued speaking his inner most thoughts to you.

“Just you wait until I get my body back,” he threatened with a growl released between gritted teeth.

You smiled at his vague threat and, before you quite knew what you were doing; you brought his head close to your face and brushed your nose against his affectionately and hummed at him in adoration. You heard his breath hitch in his throat at your movement, prompting you to quickly break him away from your face; eyes wide in embarrassment.

“I am so sorry,” you spoke slowly, emphasising every word clearly in apologies. His eyes focussed completely on the red hue you had claimed from the face paint he adorned on his large nose onto the tip of your own. His lips quivered slightly as he searched for one of the many emotions he was currently brimming with, continuing to lock his eyes on your nose.

Your eyes continued to remain wide as you bore them into the green-blue irises of the clown-captain; hoping he didn’t think too poorly of you at your lack of self-control.

“Sheesh, and you call a simple kiss a relinquishment of my bodily autonomy,” he laughed at you while mocking your tone, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Although I’m slightly offended you went straight for my greatest insecurity, I’m not angry about it.”

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as your prior warm exterior returned to you. You began to turn him around to face the direction you needed to walk to; beginning your climb toward the hull.

You found the assigned barrel on the navigator’s post and placed him atop the wooden lid. You leant against the railing closed to the barrel and relished under the heat of the sun’s rays and the smell of the open sea. Buggy hopped slightly on it to maneuver his way to face you again, opening his mouth to speak.

“Eyes on the water, clown,” you heard a warning tone rise from the stairs, prompting a frustrated groan to exit from between the clown’s lips.

Limping slightly up the stairs, Zoro began his ascension to the navigator’s booth and plonked himself down against one of the railings of the hull. You smiled at him prompting him to roll his eyes at you and throw a piece of material at you. You quirked your head at him and furrowed your brows, a prominent red hue rising as he gestured silently to your nose with his right index finger.

Quickly, you began wiping at your nose; removing, much to your complete embarrassment, grease-paint from your face that you unwittingly collected from the nose of Buggy.

“I don’t need to look at the water, y’know? I can feel when my body is close,” he said, hopping around again to face the crew.

“That so, clown?” Zoro uttered in a lazy, monotonous tone, “want to go back in the barrel?”

A small growl left the lips of Buggy’s severed head as he reluctantly turned back to face the direction the ship was sailing in. You chuckled lightly and shook your head in response to the little quarrel between the two of them. Zoro coughed, bringing your attention to return to him.

Wordlessly again, he pulled out your tools from your side satchel and tossed them to you within their folded, leather satchel. You caught the bag and nodded at him in thanks before arching your brow up at him in question as to why he brought them to you. He flinched slightly at the tight pinch of his fresh stitches, turning to retrieve something wrapped in a fine, woven cloth from his side and place it on the floor, sliding it along the polished boards toward you.

You stooped to collect the material from the ground, you unwrapped it to see two dark hilts of his broken blades and sorrow overcame you. You placed the open material on the floor and joined it by kneeling on the floor beside it.

“Anything you can do?” he uttered quietly to you. You examined the remnants of the blade, each steel piece collected and assembled like a jigsaw puzzle under your fingertips. You sighed at the pieces, opening your tool satchel and looking.

“They won’t be nearly as strong as they once were,” you uttered, tracing your fingers over the material, “and I hope you like kintsugi.”

He smiled sadly at your confession, looking to the blades on the floor.

“What do you need to make them stronger?” he scooted himself closer to you on the floor, wincing all the way and bringing himself in front of you. You took a moment to pause your thoughts, searching your mind for a semblance of recollection regarding armoury and weapon smithery.

“I’m a finery smith, love,” you addressed him with a small smile, placing your bound hand on his knee in comfort, “however-.”

Your words were halted at the heavy footsteps of the approaching Usopp as he climbed the steps to the navigator’s post.

“I’m here, I’m here! Never fear,” you threw your head back and hung it on your neck as you mimicked the words next spoken, “the great Captain Usopp is here!”

You made eye contact again with Zoro and scrunched your nose in a jesting smile.

“Where to, uh- weird head-man?” he asked, looking to the watchful eyes of Buggy as his eyes bore ferocity at the beautiful interaction displayed between the swordsman and his girl.

“Twelve degrees hard to port,” he spat, turning back to view the ocean rather than keeping his gaze fixed on Zoro and you any longer. You brought your eyes up to look to Buggy, not understanding where his venom was pooling from.

“You were saying?” Zoro’s softly spoken words brought your attention back to the swords that lay in front of the both of you. You sighed and creased your brows to look back at the two broken katanas.

“Listen,” you said gesturing down to the blades, “I can only do what I can with the limited supplies aboard the ship. I’d need a forge, molten steel of the same origin and make as this, and an anvil that’s bigger than the desktop one I keep in my cabin.”

 Zoro growled a little at the thought, looking down at the blades; “what can you do with what you have now? I’m a tri-sword wielder, I don’t do single blade combat.”

“Again,” you softened your voice, “kintsugi wasn’t suggested just to be cruel to you. I would frame them, set them in gold and mount them for you in memory.”

You sighed and gazed at the ground, “if you find me a forge and an anvil, it will take me two sleepless weeks to repair them for you to the best of my ability; but I am a finery smith. My younger brother is a swordsmith, but he’s on the other side of the East Blue.”

--

Buggy’s ear twitched at the conversation, hanging on your every word. He’d get you a forge. He’d get you a bunch of them if you left the crew and bound yourself to his side. Judging by the way your fingers brushed against the knee of the swordsman, he was seeing the prospect of your disbandment from your current crew less and less likely. He snarled his lip upwards as a bitter flavour entered his mouth at the thought of how close you truly were to them. Perhaps you graced the green-haired brat with a kiss as deep as the one you gave him every night.

He'd eavesdropped on enough of your conversations to understand the depth of the intensity you held for your crew, but as his ear lay flat against the red band on Luffy’s straw hat; anything could’ve transpired between the two of you in his absence.

“The best I can do is torch one of my other steel pieces, keep it atop a heavy frame in one of Sanji’s copper bowls and solder the pieces together; but be warned, love,” your voice broke him out of his jealously and held him once again captivated, “it won’t be nearly as sharp or as well balanced as it once was.”

--

“How soon can you see it done?” Zoro asked you, hardening his expression at his old blades in deep thought.

“Five days with absolutely no distractions,” you nodded your head, seriousness overtaking your prior friendly interaction, “longer still if you want me to rehash the inner bands for you in an attempt to rebalance the blades.”

Zoro sighed and leant his arms down to rest atop his knees. He chuckled a little and rose his eyes back from the swords and met with your eyes.

“I suppose that’s one way to keep you out of trouble,” he chuckled, “can’t have you attempting to kiss a fishman or two to escape your trouble.”

You audibly groaned at his jest and shook your head from side to side with a broad smile. He laughed a little at his own joke as he watched you carefully place the assortment of steel pieces back within the material and lace the band around itself to keep all pieces secured.

He reached his hand forward and clasped your right wrist within his palm, prompting you to look up with him with an arched brow.

“Thank you,” he uttered quietly, firmly squeezing your hand to emphasise his gratitude.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” you smiled in return, “I could absolutely fuck them up beyond repair, but I’ll do my best.”

Zoro allowed a full belly laugh to escape from the chasms of his chest, wincing as he grasped the exterior slash mark of his torso as it stung under his movements.

Again shaking your head, you began to assemble your tinkering tools to inspect them, noting the scalpel that injured you earlier had been refastened within the leather satchel.

“We’re close,” Buggy’s voice called from atop the barrel, turning to face the three of you with a deep, angry frown. His expression prompted you to rise to your feet and bring yourself closer to him.

“Are you ok? What’s wrong?” you frantically searched your eyes over his face with your own frown searching, you reached your hand forward and smoothed it over his bandana and resting it against his cheek to calm him.

He leant against your palm, closing his eyes at the affection he received from you before opening them again.

“Darts,” he uttered against your palm, “they’re throwing pointed darts and just leaving them there.”

Your face darkened again, prompting you to turn to face the ships ever loyal First-Mate and address him.

“Swordsman,” you uttered, barely controlling your own rage, “in return for reforging your blades for you-.”

He rose to his feet as Fishman-Island came into view before you, the shore clapping against the coastal line as the tide rolled in.

“Tear them apart,” you whispered a dark order to the green-haired knight at your side.

“You got it, Tinkerer,” Zoro replied with a dark smirk of his own, relishing at the knowledge he was going to fight once more.

Part 13

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