memory is the key

AO3: glassedplanets

i bound trust fall! in case anyone's wondering why the fic's vibe is like that, it's because my vibe is like that. the path to success is to always be on your bullshit.

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“Nami's pretty happy to have Vivi on board,” he says. [flight feathers]

“Nami,” she calls. [monsoon season]

“The log pose is going to take over two weeks to set,” Nami says, “and I would really love it if we left this place with more money than we have now.” [trust fall]

So Straw Hat Luffy is alive? [return, return, return]

“Where the fuck is Luffy?” Nami hisses as a meaty hand shoves her unceremoniously down onto her knees, and Sanji stifles the urge to fucking snarl, no matter how suitably lethally it’d come out of Zoro’s throat. [chirality]

“No.” [susrevni sutis] (lol)

Drifter stops dead in the doorway to the Annex. [consummate liars]

A samurai she’s never seen before steps in front of her and O-Toko without hesitation, and Hiyori stains her hands with the blood from his wounds. [swordbearer]

It stops being a practical joke that Zoro, if pressed, might admit to finding kind of amusing when Doflamingo tears across the sky towards the Sunny and he watches his own body Sky Walk up to meet him. [situs inversus]

“Are they always like this?” Law asks Nico Robin. [in stitches]