💥"This party Blows!"💥

Issa was an island off the coast of Sabaody, a lush green jungle that was constantly prowling with large worgs with teeth stronger than obsidian and vipers that gave the one in Skypiea a run for its money. Parts of the deep jungle had its soil cracked due to the force of the large vipers massive bodies sliding across the undergrowth. Issa was an island that many avoided not only due to its vicious wildlife, but also because of its shores. Beaches that were covered in old shipwrecks of pirates and marines that had taken their chances against its inhabitants and failed. But to the monstar pirates? This was a damn buffet of free food, honestly what's better in life on these seas than free food and a damn good fight?

"First one to drag more than three boars back to the ship gets seconds set aside for them" Echdina states as she readies her cleavers, cracking her shoulders and back after being stuck on the boat for a good few weeks as they sailed towards Sabaody Archipelago. They hadn't had a good fight in ages. So they' settle for this place, even if it was only some beasts and not the marines like Baz preferred to pick the flesh from.

"Hah, i bet that i can get more than you" Baz grins as they get their blades ready, his tail twitches with anticipation as he begins to lick the old blood from the dagger.

Echidna bares her fangs as she starts to slither off into the eastern parts of the island in order to start hunting. Her gauntlets edges have already been sharpened with the help of Doctor Mallard in order to help her hunt more efficiently. There was only so much that crushing the life out of prey with her tail and sinking her fangs into them could do before it got old.

Baz immediately darts off to the west of the island, there was no point in trying to follow Echdina in order to steal kills, that was a battle that Baz had tried and severely failed to do before, back when they had first recruited her.

The sunlight barely manages to crack through the leaves of the thick trees that never seem to end almost makes Baz's tail glow, the golden prosthetic glinting and causing most beasts to do a double take, but that was just enough time for Baz to leap and take advantage of their brief disorientation. They quickly sink their teeth into the large worgs neck before jabbing their blades into its hide and drags them down, splitting open its side. Baz drags his new kill by an old shelter, making sure to place leaves over it, he sticks one of his blades beside it. Echidina or Goose would find it later and drag it back to the ship...probably.

One down, twelve to go, was twelve too overzealous?… Nahhhhh, surely Echidna couldn't get twelve and he was the captain! He had to atleast outdo his crew!

And then Baz's nose twitches as he picks up a scent, some of the stray feathers on his body puffing up slightly as instinct takes over.

That smell.

It's not something that Baz has ever smelt before, it was doughy obviously, something was grilling and there was the heavy scent of butter in the air. And well, his crew had obviously been foolish enough not to set a time limit on the hunt, it could be all day knowing them… well, they'd probably stay here until the ecosystem was nearly exhausted and then leave it so it had time to repair. They were ravenous but they weren't stupid, if you completely exhausted an ecosystem then it couldn't repair itself and they'd lose a good island with a massive food source.

There.

In the clearing, there was a small stand that had multiple plates on the side. There were four grills that were currently sizzling with butter and a half ruined takoyaki sign that read 'Takoyaki 8'. It was clearly the beginning of something. There was a small group of catfish fishmen that were all eating out of the boxes, whilst a few others were dragging some wood and old nails from shipwrecks towards the shore. They seemed to be taking it in turns in order to build whilst others ate and then vice versa.

And there he was, Hatchan, an octopus Fishman that had a massive grin on his face as he whisks up batter whilst simultaneously sprinkling the colossal octopus chunks and sliced green onion and ginger into the batter. The takoyaki pans were sizzling as the doughy goodness starts to turn golden brown. Hatchan fills another plate once more and places it on the side, before he moves his head to give a quick glance at the ocean to check for marine ships on the horizon. He'd had a damn close call at Sabaody and he had been making sure that he, Pappag and Camie hadn't been followed from that damn auction house.

And then his gaze catches Baz as he locks eyes with them. Onyx eyes meeting shining gold irises.

And well, Hatchi does feel some fear with the fact that Baz is in the tree line and his horns are glowing pure gold, they look like a charging bull. But when they step out? They are actually...cute to him. Hatchan smiles awkwardly as he keeps making the takoyaki.

"Nyuuu~ are you hungry? I have some spare dough so i can make you another batch?"

Oh…

Oh Baz is so screwed, this guy was offering to make them food. Food that looks so good, [not that Echidna's isn't, she'd kill them if he ever said that and he did NOT want to be on the receiving end of those gauntlets or that tail],

Okay, Baz, don't reply so quickly, that may show desperat-

"Yes…The entire tray"

Damnit.

Hatchan's cheeks flush slightly but he grins as he starts to work on making another batch. Baz slinks over and their tail twitches as they sit on the makeshift log that had been washed up, watching the takoyaki sizzle intently as they rest their claws on the wood, anticipation glinting in their eyes as he restrains himself from eating the dough raw immediatley.

"Hey! Don't worry, Hatchi's takoyaki is the best in the Grand Line!!" Camie grins as she moves around in the water, dragging the planks of wood to the small structure that is in the process of being created in the ocean. Rope is being pulled by the other catfish in order to secure the sails that have been made out of damp cloth and Pappag is complaining as he tries to haul the paint bucket up in order to finish painting the 'takoyaki 8' symbol on the cloth sail.

"Camie!" Hatchi protests, embarrassed at the compliments to his cooking. He knows hes good and his dream is to make the best Takoyaki stand in the world.

"Names Baz" Baz grins as they put their hand out, only for Hatchi to instinctively put one of his free hands out to clasp it in greeting.

"Hatchan, but my friends call me Hatchi!"

And then Hatchi looks down as he sees that he's gotten batter all over Baz's hand and he starts to grab a cloth in order to clean it.

"ah, I'm sorr-"

Only for Baz to fully put his own hand in their mouth and lick the batter off themselves. Their blue tongue flicking at the corner of their lips as their grin widens, sharp teeth fully showing off.

And well, Hatchi feels butterflies.

~☆~

The bar is quiet and maybe Baz has had a bit too much to drink, their tailing coiling slightly around Hatchan's leg as they both sit and watch the seas.

The Takoyaki 8 has been thriving and the Monstar pirates of course come and eat Hatchi's entire stock. The man is just happy that people love his cooking, and that a certain monstar pirates captain seems to like his company even more than his food.

"Night sky's pretty" Baz murmurs, eyes slightly glassy from the alcohol, slowly across the night he had ended up at Hatchi's side, leaning against him and they can feel those strong arms settle around his side.

"Nyuuu~" Hatchi hums in agreement, before looking down at Baz and smiling nervously as he says, "Not as nice to look at as you"

Baz's remaining feathers puff up slightly and their ears pin back. And Hatchi thinks maybe he might not have gotten the signals right until Baz leans more into his side, head tilting to fit under Hatchans chin.

"...I know other dishes, I used to be really good at making Banana bread when I was younger." Hatchi speaks up after a few minutes, "The bananas used to be in surplus. Had to do something with them as they were all that was there. Do you...wanna bake it sometime?"

"...I'd love to" Baz murmurs back softly, returning his gaze back to the ocean as they both sat on the floating restaurant. Side by side, in eachothers arms.

The hunger that gnawed at Baz, finally satiated for once ♡

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“Obviously it's __” Law just responds easily, saying your name, like he didn't even have to think.

“__?! But she's not even part of the main cast captain, she's turned up in like three comics!” Jean Bart protests, “Besides, wasn't Stealth Black your favourite captain?”

“You can have more than one favourite.” Law murmurs, crossing his arms over his chest, “Besides, __ was integral to poison pink and winch green getting out of the fight against the parasitic fog, without her, they would have died on that mission and we wouldn't have seen Sparkling Red's eyes”

"I- Alright fine, she is great, but still, she barely turns up” Shachi says as he adjusts his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Which sucks, we only have poison pink, that's a woman. Which edition does __ turn up in? I don’t think I've read that far yet” Ikkaku says.

“Edition 23, 32 and 45. You have to read them in a different order for that arc to make sense though. Start with edition 22, then 23, then you go read from 30 to 32 and then finish the arc in edition 45 before you start the sparkling red arc” Law explains and starts to gather up the editions in order for Ikkaku to read, he then hands them to her.

“Aww man, the sparkling red arc, we've still got to find the rest of those don't we captain?” Bepo frowns

“Yeah, we've searched the entire North Blue and there's no leads left there” Law mutters, slightly annoyed, it had been bugging him for ages. The sparkling red and the finale arc were the only arcs that the Heart Pirates were missing. There were old rumours of a your arc that Penguin had found but there were no real leads about that secret arc.

“Aren't we supposed to be cheering for Sora?” Penguin asks, but hes grinning.

“What? Hell no, the villains are so much cooler, especially Dengeki Blue, hes such an asshole” Ikkaku just responds and Law huffs a breath of amusement out from his nose as he lets a lazy grin tug at his lips.

“If they wanted us to root for the hero, then they shouldn't have made the villains so cool” Law simply says, “Besides, the villains are always better in stories”

“Hah! Can't argue with that!” Shachi grins, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

~☆~

☆ And then there was that day where Law's alliance with Strawhat Luffy and those time lost samurai had given him the greatest gift he'd seen after the battle in Dressrosa against Doflamingo. In return for Laws help with destroying the SMILE fruit factories and Doflamingo with Luffy?

☆ Momonoske had asked Kanjuro to use his devil fruit in order to create the rest of the Sora warrior of the sea comic line. But, Kanjuro had also seen your design on one of those covers and decided to paint you too, bringing you to life with his devil fruit,

☆ And Law just freezes as soon as he sees you burst out of the paper, because you’re exactly how he imagined, exactly how you were presented in the comics. But this time, you were real, your small mannerisms of how you stood werent static on paper anymore, no, you were real, down to the smallest details of your suit and weapons,

☆ You were actually real and Law didnt know what to do with himself, the other crew in the Heart Pirates were shocked but they were collecting the comics and so looking forward to reading them later to see how the story finally finished, a story that had taken years in order to finally get every edition

“Well aren't you a brooding type?~” You smile as you move up to Law, this one took your interest,

“I-i… __?” Law can't help but sputter your name out in shock, if there was a moment for a reclrd scratch sound effect it was now, his mind couldn't grasp that you were real, actually real. You, a character that he had barely seen any content of, the same one that plagued his mind and that he had theorised many things about and finally you were here that he could just ask you everything himself.

“You know my name? Are you one of Stealth Black’s allies?”

“Y-yeah..I am.”

Law says, he doesnt know what else to do, so he just agrees.

☆ Its a bit strange getting used to the fact that you're a fictional character in Law's world, its not like the guy obsessively knows everything about you because he literally can't, you're such a niche but very important character that people usually ignore in favour of the main five villains or Sora himself… But Law had found himself liking you a lot, your attacks, the way that you interacted with everyone and constantly had a rivalry with Dengeki Blue.

☆ And well, you find it a bit hard to adjust to the real world, but Law is there to help you, you joined his crew and quickly found your place.

"So you can tear out people's organs? Thats so cool, if we had you on the team then we'd be able to defeat Sora! He'd have no chance!"

☆ And Law would just kind of, short circuit as you'd ramble on about how cool his devil fruit is. He's done the exact same rambles about how cool your fighting style and abilities were to Bepo and Penguin, so hearing you do the same to him? Well, he just felt himself falling for you more.

"Are those...figurines?"

"Uhh, it's not what it looks like"

☆ Law moves over quickly to try and hide the figurines that he has of you and the Germa 66 squad, but you are already moving and you duck under his arm as you crouch and pick up the figurine that represents yourself,

"Woah, I didnt know i was this popular!"

"I....made that one, polymer clay and some acrylic paints" Law mutters, rubbing the back of his neck, you were a niche character after all, Law couldn't find any merchandise of you...so he resorted to making you himself,

"You made this?! It's so cool"

"I just...I dont think i did you enough justice with how pretty you are."

☆ And Law always grips the comics a bit tighter whenever you lean against his side and start to read with him, talking about your allies to him and letting him know exactly what each of them are like in your world,

“Oh, you should know” You just grin as you point at a panel on the comic, “Winch Green went into the wall here, his boosters malfunctioned and it caused them to charge him into the wall” You grin as you stayed lent against him,

☆ Law loves knowing things about you, your hobbies, he defintley tried to hide all of the sketches that he had about you in that old sketch pad that laid beside his theory book,

“Hey Captain, Did you draw these, these are really good” You just smile as you keep flicking through the pages of the sketchbook before Law coughs and takes the book from you, shutting it and placing it back into his drawer,

“Its just a few sketches” He’d mutter under his breath, he wasnt good with taking compliments and his cheeks were flushing slightly, "Besides...how can't I draw my muse?"

☆ Law had found himself drawing you ever since he saw you come out of that paper, he just…couldnt help it, you were his muse, a muse that had infested his mind and had never left, and now? Now it seems like you'll always stay his muse now that you were real, he still couldn't believe that you were on his crew,

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But also a grave for Edward Newgate, for Whitebeard himself, after the greatest betrayal that had been seen in this new era of piracy. Blackbeard's betrayal, a sin against every possible rule of piracy... To not only kill a crewmate for a devil fruit...but to also kill your captain for his fruit? It was inconceivable…

And yet no scar marred that yonko's back, no sign of surrender or cowardice. Whitebeard had fallen the same way that he had risen in piracy… Through facing things head on and fighting for family. Through never running or turning his back on those close to him.

~☆~

You'd worked with the Whitebeard pirates before during your expeditions, quietly moving under their banner within their territory in order to observe marine supply routes and sabotage courier links in order to figure out which islands had large congregations of marine activity and bases. In return for this access and quiet protection, Whitebeard had only asked that the intelligence you found was shared with his crew. Which you had happily obliged with. Even sneaking onto the Moby Dick at night to pass letters like forbidden scrolls to Marco or Vista.

The doctor had always checked you over, making sure if you had wounds then you were taken care of and given a bed to rest in, you may be a revolutionary but you had become part of their family. Like a long lost sibling coming home every now and then to drop off important things, one that always turned up when called.

The risk was part of the job with being a revolutionary, you mainly worked as a lone agent due to the fact that you had a devil fruit. Though every now and then during your missions that silence would be shattered by your den den mushi going off and Ivankovs' voice comes shrieking through. Ivankov had gone quiet these past few months so you were relieved to hear his voice.

"__-girl! You need to get over to Marineford, ive been trying to reach you for hours! Now, hop to it! I don't care how you get here but Strawhat-boy needs you!"

"You haven't reached me because I've been in a damn black spot for connection for a reason, Ivankov!"

"Well then get out of it woman! We're waiting here and this is going to be quite the show!"

~☆~

And so there you stood, a few scars scattered across your own body from stray lashes of haki and bullets that you'd just barely dodged. You gripped your rifle, resting it ready by your side. Ready just in case as you focus on getting through. The commotion had stilled since Akagami no Shanks had turned up, the red haired yonko's blade clashing against Sakazuki's magma drenched arm. Benn Beckman was at his side, that rifle aimed at the other admirals, almost goading them into reacting so he could put them down.

"It's over."

The tension is so thick it could be sliced by paper damnit…

“You can't just come in here and say ‘it's over’!” Buggy shrieks as he splits his hands off from his wrists and grabs Shanks’ collar, glaring at the yonko.

Shanks’ just gives a lazy grin in return.

“What? It is over. Look at this place.” Shanks’ gaze darkens “Nothing but a graveyard now Buggy”

“Tch, whatever!” Buggy scowls as he lets go of Shanks’ collar and starts to flee towards where his ship of loyal praise slinging crewmates were. He didn't need to get caught again, the first time was embarrassing enough.

“Did you see that? Captain Buggy stood up to Red Haired Shanks!” One whispers.

“Hes so brave! Only Captain Buggy could instill fear into an emperor of the sea and then make such a merciful exit!”

~☆~

And then you heard it, that gut wrenching screaming as you saw Jinbe in the distance, carrying Strawhat Luffy over his shoulder. You'd known about Luffy for years, ever since Monkey D. Dragon took you into the revolutionary army under his wing as a solo intelligence commander… the small photo frame that he had by his nightstand of Luffy when he had just been born… You had only heard shreds about Luffy from the small moments that Dragon talked fondly about him in base, he didn't dare risk making comments when out on missions, it was too risky.

By the time you'd gotten here, the tragedy had already struck.

Portgas D. Ace was dead.

And Luffy? Luffy was inconsolable, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tries desperately to get out of Jinbe's hold to get back to his brother. To keep holding him and cling to any hope that Ace was just sleeping and that he'd recover from this. But the first son of the sea knew that no matter how cruel it was to take Luffy away, he needed to get him out of here, to get him to safety and patched up. The boy still had a crew to reunite with, to lead, Luffy still had to get the one piece and achieve the title of King of the Pirates. They had just escaped Impel Down, they didn't need to get arrested and go back into that hellhole. Jinbe's hold tightens on Luffy and his sandals hit the concrete rhythmically before he dives into the ocean in order to get to the Polar Tang, it was their only option of escape, from a short alliance that neither Law or Luffy knew would take them into the jaws of the King of the Beasts.

But you see an opportunity as you quietly make your way through the ruined battlefield, the admirals are distracted by Shanks' appearance for now. That should leave you just enough time, you needed to see if Ace was really dead or ...if there was still something you could do to save him.

Ace lay between the rubble, face down. The small red beaded necklace that Dadan had gifted Ace when he left for the sea was shattered and those red beads were now scattered around him like funeral offerings. Like a mother's embrace in his final moments, a feeling that he never had truly felt before. The gaping wound through his chest was nasty, burn marks scattered and most of the whitebeard pirates tattoo on his back had its ink smudged and burned heavily, only the top part of the white moustache and the top bone were visible, but at least the wound was cauterised by the sheer heat that magma had generated. A small mercy, but a mercy no less. There was a chance, a slim one, but you'd kick yourself if you didn't try. You breathe out through your nose as you activate your devil fruit.

The Stitch Stitch Fruit.

A paramecia type devil fruit that gave its user the ability to stitch parts of an opponent's body together to bind their limbs, mouth or eyes in order to create great disadvantage.

It wouldn't solve everything, Ace would still be in pain, a lot of pain. He'd probably scream if he woke up but hopefully the shock would keep him unconscious. His eyes were fully shut so thankfully he was already out.

Carefully, but as quick as you can manage, you move your hands, the needles coming out from your nails as see through thread loops through them which you tighten, stitching up Ace's organs and constructing them together with messy but secure stitches, ones that you could undo later and rework when you got back to Baltigo...back to base, but what mattered now was making sure that by some miracle you could revive Ace. Even if it seemed hopeless, you had to try.

First it was Ace's heart, that was the most important alongside his lungs. The thin stitches that your devil fruit creates over Ace's skin and internal organs cut off the blood loss from getting worse. You clench your fists and cause your thread to construct and then release, forcefully kickstarting Ace's heart in a steady rhythm as you hoped it would work.

To say Ace was in a right state would be an understatement... you can feel his chest stuttering and you let out a breath of relief, okay, it was working. Somehow it was working, you're sure that if Karasu or Betty saw what bullshit you were trying to pull off then they'd just look mortified, it shouldn't be possible to do this and yet you have. Weak stuttering ragged breaths were better than none.

Good. Good.

You quickly scan around and you can see Ivankov looking at you from behind a pillar, Inazuma by his side. He makes a small signal towards the east exit of Marineford, no doubt where the Wind Granma was waiting to get you guys the hell out of here. But he doesn't leave yet, you could carry Ace on his own even whilst the guy was deadweight, but you needed to get out of here fast. You didn't need Morgan's papers catching anything about this. That damn Albatross was probably already working on getting hundreds of articles published about the Fire Fists tragic death and Whitebeards fall. There was a power vacuum now. One that destabilised both piratedom and the marines.

Chaos always bred sloppiness in the marines. The world government was always twitching as they tried to find any opportunity to grab those reins tight again and get everything under control.

Almost there, just a bit longer, you think. You can't fix the hole in Ace's chest, but you can reroot and stitch his organs into different places in his stomach where the gaping wound hadn't touched. It was the best you could do.

Inazuma was at your side as soon as they sensed you were done.

"Let's use the opening that Shanks' has gotten us. We're leaving, now"

You nod and carefully grab the dead weight of Ace's upper half, hooking your arms under his armpits and lifting as carefully as you can. Inazuma takes his legs and you both start to make your way to where the Wind Granma is. Ivankov flanks your side as he keeps his sharp nails out, looking over his shoulder as he covers you whilst you both focus on getting Ace to the revolutionary army's vessel.

The Wind Granma is docked in a quiet cove off by where the empty training grounds reside as all marines had been pulled into the battle against the Whitebeard pirates by Sengoku's orders.

Ace's breathing is hoarse, raspy, pathetic little wheezes of air being unconsciously inhaled and exhaled. It was bad but you had done enough to stabilise him.

"Oh Ace-boy..." Ivankov's brow furrows and he rests his hands on his hips "This won't do. __ get him to one of the beds below deck."

"Already on it"

You say as you keep moving with Inazuma below deck, before finding a cot. You carefully place him down and make sure that the duvet doesn't directly cover the gaping wound in Ace's chest, it may be cauterized by the same magma that caused the damage but...you didn't want to risk getting any fabric matted into it. That would just make it worse. So you cover Ace's legs and rest the orange hat on the nightstand. His chest is trembling, you're not the best at medicine, your devil fruit is supposed to be used to subdue and bind people, not to fix them up… Some morphine ought to fix it…right? Just until you get him back to base.

It didn't take long to find the morphine. The revolutionary army always kept a stash of it on their ships, injuries weren't uncommon....severe injuries were even less uncommon. Hack was always good with making the morphine easy to access, always placing a packaged needle next to the bottles he left for easy administration.

You had learned from a close call with Sabo that having needles on deck was essential to administer stabilisers and medicine. Thankfully the revolutionaries had managed to seize a shipment of a couple hundred disposable needles from marine routes thanks to Morley and Koala. They were a damn godsend.

You unpacked the needle hastily and stab it into the morphine bottle, extracting some of the liquid before tapping the sharp part of the needle to get the air bubbles out. You then inject the morphine into Aces’ arm, it should release some sort of pain….right? You aren't sure honestly. Are you even supposed to give him morphine whilst unconscious?

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You smile as you pat his shoulder and Luffy detangles himself from you, his feet bouncing in his sandals as he restlessley paces the deck, barely sitting still. The sun was setting and Franky and Brook work on getting the anchor down for the night as you dock at the second to last island for a final supplies run, or atleast... thats what you were told by everyone. You’ve all been fighting so hard and for so long, so many trails and tribulations, the one piece was barely an island away, it felt surreal… to finally be so close.

The deck is in a comfortable silence. Quiet is rare on the ship, but there are small moments where silence creeps in like mist.

"Ahhh, im so bored! Why cant we just get it now rather than waiting for Sanji t-"

Luffy is quickly and conveniently hit over the head by the handle of Kitetsu as Zoro gives a quick glare. And well, your suspicions have started to raise because Luffy never goes quiet like this... A sheepish look crosss your captain's face before he quickly walks over to Brook. The theme of Binks Brew starting to drift from Brooks violin as Luffy starts to sing along off key.

You can’t help but notice that Zoro is quietly smirking as he lays back on the deck again. Chopper is sat next to Usopp on deck trying to come up with a new administrator for some antidotes that he’s created. Robin, Nami and Jinbe are sitting by the garden. Nami has her tongue stuck out as she prunes her tangerine bushes, her nails deftly moving as she checks each branch, looking for signs of rot.

”Hey! Can’t have a preemptive celebration without some COLA!” Franky grins as he moves over and drops the cooler full of cola right in the middle of them.

Sanji had dinner dished out, everyone's favourites perfectly presented for them as always. It was a celebration after all.

“Whilst we may not have got it yet, I don't see any harm in having a grand dinner beforehand. A good luck dish”

Usopp then pipes up “Y'know, this is exactly like what we saw Dorry and Brogy do back in Elbaph! The grand feasts they had before they set off to their next adventure”, the sniper was grinning as his hands were covered in slightly melted plastic and residue from the glue gun cartridges that got everywhere.

“After all these years, were finally so close” Robin muses softly. Resting her chin on the palm of her hand as she smiles up at Franky. Summoning a hand made out of blossoms as she steals his sunglasses and places them on the bridge of her nose

"It would be quite the tragedy if some unforeseen circumstances were to sink the ship right as we were about to dock at Raftel, shattering the sunny to the bottom of the ocean"

"H-hey!" Franky protests, paling. "Thats not gonna happen! The sunny will get us through any sort of freak waves or weather events!" Franky declares proudly, thudding his hand against the planks the deck for good measure.

Sanji sits down next to you, handing over your plate and some cutlery, it was your favourite...perfectly cooked, as always. You can't help but smile as you see a small love heart drawn in sauce on the side of your plate.

"Ma douce" Sanji smiles as he leans back on the deck next to you. But theres small things about him, his eyes keep darting to you not so subtly, his hands even seem to be shaking slightly. All small things that you chalk up to exhaustion, it has been a shitfest recently with the final push.

"Sanji"

"Yes, Ma douce?"

"Are you staying up late again? You know you can always ask me to help you prep early in the morning or at night to help you take a load off"

"Nonsense my darling, there is no need to worry, a lady like you should get her beauty sleep. Though, you dont need it~"

Sanji takes your wrist gently, and presses his lips in a soft kiss to the top of your hand, before pressing a kiss to each of your fingers. He smiles at you.

"You need not do anything"

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutley positive, my darling" Sanji smiles, starting to eat his own dinner beside you. The two of you sitting in comfortable silence.

"Though, there is something that I believe you could do. Since we've been cooped up on the ship for a while, shall we go for a walk?"

Sanji asks, finishing his meal after a few minutes. He takes your empty plate and stands up.

Washing up never took long, you had taken to help Sanji with it ever since you had both started dating. Making sure that since the cook made such delightful meals that he shouldn't have to worry about the cleanup. Besides...it was an excuse to throw bubbles at eachother, and then proceed to spend even more time cleaning up the water that usually ends up covering the tiles.

~☆~

And so here you are.

Jumping off the deck as you usually do when you spring into battle. But this time? Rather than an enemy waiting below? Sanji is stood there with his arms out.

"Jump mon cherie! I'll catch you!"

And so you do. Sanji easily catches you, before spinning you both in a circle and then placing you down on the ground next to him. He shoves his hands in his pockets and you can see his fingers clench around something, its small, it doesn't protrude from his waistcoat pocket.

Hmm.

You dont ask, its clear that your cook is up to something and he has never disappointed before.

The last time Sanji had hidden something from you, it had been a full sugar glass bouquet of sunflowers. He had made them for you because well. Whilst normal flowers may die, Sanji believed that the taste of those sugar syrup flowers will stay with you forever.

But it seems like Sanji has a specific place in mind as he starts to walk with you through the forest. Theres so many different kinds of flowers. Wild flowers that have thousands of butterflies and bees within them as they pollinate and make wven more flowers bloom. Its beautiful. Birds fluttering through the trees to their nests and their songs filling the air with beautiful songs and chirps.

Old gravel paths line the island that seem to indicate that there have been people who have lived here before, but are clearly abandoned now.

What you dont know, is that for the past few weeks between dinners and sparring sessions with Zoro, Sanji has been getting into a fuck ton of debt by trying to persuade Nami to find the perfect island for you both.

For a specific moment.

Nami had spent hours trying to find an island that fit the exact description of the many many notes that Sanji had made since you had gotten together. She would do it for you for free, but well, she has to put Sanji in more debt because...its funny. Sanji knew you loved flowers, lakes and forests. He just wanted to make it fit your tastes exactly, you deserved perfection especially for something so important. Something that had been making Sanji nervous for weeks, he didnt know how you would react, was it to soon? Did you want to find the one piece before he did this? Was he getting the signals right that you even wanted to get married?

Robin had helped him, drafting ideas for what he should do. The archeologist had been a godsend with subtly and quietly stepping in and distracting you when you got that worried look in your eye when Sanji nervously adjusted his collar for the seventeenth time in a day as the day he had planned got closer and closer.

And when you walk alongside Sanji, shoes crunching against the gravel path? You come to a small opening in the forest, there is a large lake that shimmers with moonlight. Its a strawberry full moon out tonight, the lake covered with a small pink glow.

Two swans have their necks entwined as they sleep within the reeds in the lake, resting by the nest that they've made for their eggs.

Strawberry moons typically signal the reward from the fruits of your labour, meaning abundance, sweetness and celebration.

Zeff had always said that strawberry moons were lucky, that the sky turning a mix of gold, pink and orange skies when they were on the horizon was good luck for marriages and the beginning of relationships. Sanji had asked you out on a strawberry moon...and he intended to marry you on a strawberry moon.

"Sanji, this lake is beautiful. But why are we-"

You begin and as you go to look at him again?

Sanji is on one knee, his hand reaching into his pocket as he starts to pull out a small...egg timer?

"__. My darling, you have been the light of my life ever since we met in Water Seven, ever since you joined this crew, I have been unable to think of myself with any other woman to have a future with except you."

Sanji starts, before slowly opening the egg timer.

"...You've helped me so much during the time that we've been dating. Times where I lost myself and feared that I wouldnt ever be good enough for such pure love. That I was undeserving... But no matter what happens, you always see the good in me, you are always there to kiss the pain away."

Inside of the egg timer is a ring, one that has many small details. Its clear that its been forged and soldered together by Franky, no other person could make such neat metalwork.

The ring is made out of Damascus steel. Damascus steel specifically from the exact set of kitchen knives that Sanji had gotten from Zeff when he had mastered his first ever original dish and Zeff had deemed him worthy of a true chefs knife set. Sanji had treasured them ever since he got them, he still used the other knives in that set to this day and would use them for many more years to come. He had purposefully picked that specific knife because of the squids, octopus and shark patterns that had been etched into the steel with acid. That now covered the ring shape it had been made into.

It was the blade that best encapsulated what he believed the All Blue would look like, thats why he had picked it. Because not only did you believe his dream was possible to find, but every time he looks at you he remembers the wonder in your eyes at every dish he made you, with every tale he had told you about that sea.

In the middle of the ring were three gems. The first was your birthstone, Sanji had asked Usopp as the sniper knew a lot about geodes and gems, due to how Usopp had made projects in the past such as earrings for Nami as a peace offering or embelishing Brooks violin with small gemstones that represented his old crew so they were always with him.

The middle gem wasnt a gem. It was a shard from the bottle of the first drink that you had shared together. That bottle of mulled wine which had been shared during the celebration of freeing Water Seven from CP9 and saving Robin during the Enies Lobby fight... A bottle you had both sputtered from because holy shit it tasted like it had the same alcohol content as Absynth. Shipwrights drank strong booze.

And the final gemstone was Sanji's own birthstone. Aquamarine. It was a beautiful gem that was as blue as the sea. A gemstone that symbolises tranquility, calm and clear communication, but has also been known to be carried by sailors as a protective talisman for safe passage across storm ridden seas.

The wine bottle shard was nestled between both of your birthstones, acting as a bridge between you both. The same bottle that had started your relationship...

Had he kept it all this time? Of course he had.

You didn't even realise the tears that start to slip down your cheeks as you end up letting out a choked sob. It was so thoughtful, so meaningful.

Sanji immediatley starts to get up from one knee, his eyes widening and immediatley starting to figure out a way to comfort you. And oh god did he do something wrong?

"Yes."

You utter quietly and Sanji blinks a few times.

"I...haven't even asked yet. Mon cherie"

"Then ask"

"Yes ma'am" Sanji has a grin plastered across his face as he almost fumbles the ring, before cursing and catching it and then his hands are so sweaty from keeping a death grip on the ring because he had been terrorfied of losing it because he could not replace it.

"__, will you marry me?"

"Yes, yes of course I will"

You say and Sanji rises up from his knee and slots the ring onto your ring finger. He then presses a kiss to the ring and smiles.

"Have to defintley seal the deal, ma douce"

"And just how many kisses 'defintley' seal the deal?"

"Why, i dont think i can put a number on it, my darling"

"Try"

"Oh? Well at the very least, a billion kisses"

"Well then, you better get started on keeping this deal sealed now, wont you Sanji?"

And my god, the grin that splits across Sanji's face as he picks you up, strong hands from years of hard work in the kitchen. Calloused hands from washing dishes, sharpening knives and breaking open hard shelled fruits. Those same rough hands were now grasping your waist and he moves, spinning you both around.

"Sanji!"

Your hands go around his neck and Sanji takes the opportunity to press multiple pecks to your cheeks, chin and jaw.

"What? Im just working on my kiss quota. A billion a day"

"A day?"

"Of course, mon cherie"

"I dont think theres enough seconds in the day for a billion kisses"

"Well, theres only one way to find out, isnt there ma douce?~"

~☆~

And well, now those same rough hands were holding your legs steady as they were shaking whilst resting ontop of Sanji's shoulders. Sanji's thumbs were rubbing small soothing circles into your thighs as the cooks tongue laps against the folds of your cunt greedily.

"Such a good girl, god, you're so beautiful, so beautiful. How did I get so lucky with you, hmm?~"

Sanji pulls back, but only to look at you. The way that your head is tilted back against the pillows of your bed, your lips half open, your fingers clenching the blankets as you just turn to putty under that expert tongue.

And then Sanji presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

"204" You rasps out hoarse, smiling tiredly as you rest an arm over your forehead, your legs twitching again as

"You're still counting sweetheart?"

Sanji smiles, he doesnt look put together at all. If anything Sanji looks more wrecked than you feel.

"Its not a billion yet"

The cooks tie is askew, his waistcoat is half hanging off of him, his sleeves are pulled up, his belt is lone gone and his pants and shirt are half unbuttoned. That curly chest hair exposed where you have left kisses with lipstick earlier as you both stumbled into bed drom excitement of getting married.

"Sanji~ p-please"

You moan as you shift your legs on his shoulders, trying to pull your husband down to resume taking you apart.

"I know, i know. Such a good girl for me, so perfect, arent you, my wife?~" Sanji is babbling now, just saying whatever comes to his mind because seeing you like this is so perfect to him. The only thing on his mind is to make you feel good, to give you the pleasure you deserve.

"Please~" You keen out again.

"You're so close arent you? Are you going to cum for me darling?"

"Y-yes"

"Good girl"

And seeing how desperate you are, Sanji just dips his head between your thighs once more and keeps lapping his tongue against your folds, dipping the wet muscle further into your cunt just to hear you scream his name.

"Sanji!"

You cry out, and your legs end up going limp as your head rests back against the pillow.

You hear a small shuddering groan rip from Sanji's lips as hes cummed in his pants simply from listening to how much pleasure hes given you, from the excitement that if he can make you fall apart so deliciously just from his tongue, then he can't wait to see how far you're gone when he fucks your cunt with his cock.

Sanji rises from the floor and moves to the bed, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to his chest.

"Such a good girl __, you were so perfect, you taste so good. I love you so much" Sanji whispers into your ear as he moves one of the pillows to rest it between your legs and hips so they are supported for when you fall asleep. He keeps you secure against his chest, making sure that you were comfortable.

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And then 2am hits.

It was the same time every night that you would hear those poorly concealed coughs, the hacking from the deck that seemed to make you wake up every single night. It was like clockwork, ever since the crew had found the one piece, you’d noticed your captain deteriorating rapidly.

It had started off subtle at first, a cough every now and then, only for Roger to make some sort of joke about it being because of not having enough liquids, just as an excuse to raid another marine outpost and get shitfaced with the crew on rum. Someone had to keep the marines on their toes and it’s not like they weren’t constantly pursuing the crew these days anyways since Roger became pirate king. Slowly but surely, it had gotten worse, you’d always share a side glance to Rayleigh or Gaban whenever you’d see Roger stagger, only to grab the doorway and grin.

“Just losing my footing, we aren’t getting any younger after all!”

Tonight was no different, that stubborn stubborn man was out on deck, probably by himself again to get some quiet respite. Seems like Roger has forgotten just how much the crew gives a shit about him…how much you care about him. Ever since he’d picked you up, literally when you had peacefully been doing your job in the underground bar in water seven, and dragged you into the torrent of his nonsense.

–

You remembered it like it was yesterday, that wide grin and Rayleigh and Gaban flanking his sides as the rookie pirate captain barreled into the Iron Nail, you had been working there for a few years, dealing with the loan sharks and unruly shipwrights that frequented the place consistently. Roger's hair had been slightly singed, his coat smelled of gunpowder and obviously there had been a lot of cannon fire from the scrapes, burns and scratches that were on the new crew.

“Y‘know, I don't think I’ve ever had food this good in years”

Roger had said, his arms rested on the booth, that glint of mischief in his eyes.

”Say, you ever wanted to see the seas? Turn the world upside down and see what you can find out there?”

”Is… is this a sales pitch?”

You can’t help but sputter, because seriously, who just walks into a bar and decides that the first person who serves them food, they can try to convince them to join their crew? You had met bold pirates before, usually ones that shipwrights loyal to heavy discounts would help to boot out if they became too much trouble for you.

”Only if its working”

The pirate fucking WINKS at you, the audacity of this damn guy.

And shit. It did work, because you’d ended up grabbing some berri’s from the cash register and high tailing it out of there with them, yelping as Roger had picked you up when you had started to lag behind and throwing you over his shoulder.

“You! Damnit, let me down! I can run!”

Roger? Well he had just laughed at you.

“Not fast enough to keep up with us, cook!”

Some of the old loan sharks that had been stalking the bar because the owner owed them money had been planning to take you hostage in order to get their money back, and the fools actually tried.

”Hah! I’ve been itching for a fight” Gaban had roared as he had drawn both of his axe blades, sprinting into two of them and shoulder barging them down so they dropped into the canals.

“Make sure to leave some for ME!” Roger had ended up just dropping you, much to your annoyance as you landed flat on your ass, and he charged with his straw hat swinging behind him, his blade drawn as haki started to crackle around it, throwing a loan shark through one of the wooden scaffolding of a shipwrights current project. Rayleigh had adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose before joining in, a grin plastered across his face as he drew his blade. And well…

You couldn't not join on the fight as you had grabbed one of the nearby tool kits that had been left behind on the docks, probably whilst the shipwrights were having a smoke break, rifling through before picking up one of the hammers and joining in with Rayleigh.

–

Years had passed, years of chaos and fun and even the rare moments that had made you wish that you had stayed at that damn old bar.

But you wouldn’t trade it for the world, Roger had given you a life of freedom and well, you did sometimes have to smack your captain with a ladle when he tried to eat some of the bread whilst it was still goddamn proving, the guy seemed like as long as it was edible, or well even inedible and closely resembled food, that he’d try and snag some before it was done. ‘Captain privileges’ he had joked one time.

Food was the way to this man's heart, and you found yourself with an infatuated pirate captain that had went down on his knees and dramatically begged you to make some barbecue, you had only agreed because you'd gotten a favour out of it.

One that you definitely hadn't used against him weeks later when Roger tried to propose the idea of going to murder volcano death island. Yeah….no.

You loved him, but there's only so much bullshit you could take, and how hot that island would be? That was not one of them.

It had started slow, the blossoming of your relationship. Roger…well, he had the subtly of a literal wrecking ball with everything he did. But relationships? Whole different ballpark, he was still obvious as shit. It wasn't hard to figure out he liked you when his face would flush when you got too close during meals, or when you leaned against him that one time after fighting against some of the whitebeard pirates because you were tired and he was right there.

Roger hadn't moved that night, he just kind of froze up before glaring at Rayleigh and Gaban when Rayleigh had just outright laughed at him and Gaban had told him to stop pussyfooting around.

“Listen, im just saying”

Gaban starts as he takes another swig of his bottle and points a finger at Roger.

“Youve gotta tell them, really, im the master of love, the mentor of love if you will. They'll like you back, it's obvious. You don't get that kind of trust if they didn't like you back.”

“It's true. They seem to fold to your food requests very easily. Last time i tried to reccomend something I got told to fuck off” Rayleigh pipes up with a grin plastered on his face.

“That's just because I'm the captain” Roger tries, only to feel your head resting back against his chest, he ends up pulling some of his crimson coat around you, making sure you weren't cold.

Rayleigh and Gaban just share a side glance.

“Oi, you two. Stop it”

Roger grumbles out

“Their cold. What else am I supposed to do?"

…What a weak excuse.

The next day? Roger had just bit the bullet and asked you out outright, he may aswell, nothing to lose. Well, actually he didn't think he'd recover if he lost you. But still…

Gaban had grumbled when he had handed over the berri's to Rayleigh. The axe wielder had thought that Roger would confess the next week rather than right away.

–

But now, that light in Roger may still be there, but it was definitely being eaten away at. You hadn’t gone with them to find the one piece that day, too busy making sure that Buggy actually ate the damn soup that you’d made him, you’d tried to mask the taste of the medicine that Crocus had put within the soup, your cooking seemed to be the only goddamn way that Buggy would accept help during that period of sickness. Shanks hadn’t left the other cabin boys side, both of them stuck together like glue.

You pull on some socks and fasten your boots as you get out of your shared bed in the captain's quarters. It wasn't exactly hard to figure out when Roger was on deck, for one? You couldn't hear the guys snoring, and for two? You didn't feel that broad warm chest pressed against your back. Roger usually stayed up during the nights when the crew had been injured or sick. Staying guard on the deck to make sure no rival or marine crew dared to even try and attack.

It was time to pay that favour back.

Your captain was the sick one now, sick in a way that even your food couldn't perk him up with, that’s how you knew it was bad, Roger had played sick before to get special treatment in his meals, well, until you had asked if Crocus could put some of the bitterroot he used to treat fevers in the food and suddenly your captain had immediately perked up and decided that he wasn’t as sick as he led you to believe. He needed you all and it seemed like you needed to get it through Rogers thick skull that he should stop being a stubborn fuck and stop shouldering this alone.

The deck of the Oro Jackson was quiet, the wind was cold and curled across the deck like the phantom breath on a ghost ship. It wasn't ideal for someone with a deteriorated condition like Roger to be out in such weather.

There on the deck was your captain, that long crimson coat was rested on his shoulders, his arms were crossed and rested on the railing, his face set in a serious expression as he looks out to the sea, those broad shoulders trembling slightly as you can hear the ragged wheeze that erupts from his throat.

It hurt, to see him like this.

All good things come to an end eventually, it was a fact of life, a fact that many who drain this world of positivity cling to in order to justify their actions, but you believed that maybe just maybe…this could last just a bit longer, just a bit more, you could see the look in Roger’s distant gaze, your captain was debating something, something that was hard for him to think about, let alone consider. But captains make hard decisions for the crew, even if it hurts the crew, he knows. Despite his usual carefree personality, Roger has made hard decisions, he’s lost people, he's regretted fights he's won, he's seen horrors beyond comprehension in this world, he’s fought for his life, his freedom. Whatever choice he makes? The crew may protest, Rayleigh and Gaban definitely will, you probably will, but you know that Roger would never make a cruel decision, not if it didn’t benefit you all in the long run.

Once Rogers mind was made up? There was no changing it, and you had to respect that, not just as a crew member… but as his partner, as someone who had stuck by him for years and seen the good, the injured and the bad sides of him. He wasn’t perfect, no one is when they live on these seas.

”Roger”

You drop the title, it's not needed in moments like this, it didn’t feel right, not when you were alone together. You weren’t captain and cook in this moment, no.

”__, I didn’t expect you to be out here, go back to sleep, I’m fine”

”Well, that’s a bunch of horse shit and you know it”

That gets a raspy bark of laughter out of Roger and he gives you a lopsided smile, before doubling over into another coughing fit, blood sputters from his mouth, staining his lips red, his hand grips the railing tighter and you quickly move to his side, placing a hand on his arm.

“You always could see through my bullshit”

”Roger-“

”I know-“

”Roger”

”I’m alright-“

You cut him off.

”Roger! Damnit let me get a sentence out. You're not alright, im not an idiot”

“i know…”

You usher your captain over towards one of the empty storage crates by the nets on the starboard side of the Oro Jackson, tugging your captain's arm over your shoulder and feeling that crimson coat curl around you. Even with how cold it was, the captain radiated a feverish warmth.

”You’re hot”

”I’m flattered”

”Stop it”

You glare but can’t help but feel a smile tug at your own lips as you help Roger sit on the crate.

“Seriously, get this off, you're overheating”

You knew you were fussing over a man that was perfectly capable of taking care of himself…well, until you remember that literally every avenue Roger took led to getting himself injured or into ridiculous situations.

Roger grunts as you yank at the lapels of his coat open, you were so used to seeing this man run around shirtless even in the relentless cold of Elbaf. It was more of him wearing his coat that surprised you. Everyone on this crew had seen each other naked at least once in their damn lives, when you fight side by side until you're exhausted and barely moving, you usually collapse into the first hot spring you can find without a care if anyone sees you naked.

“It’s cold enough out here to get your temperature down, you're sweating more than when Garp chased after us with a full arsenal of cannon balls under his arm”

”Hey!” Roger protests, but lets you slip the coat from his broad soldiers, your captains chest was a constellation of scars from old and new battles, some had turned white against his skin with age and well… bodged healing, Roger never stayed still long enough to truly rest.

”You know damn well that you were running too!”

”Well it's not my fault that old bastard is a damn bloodhound”

”Good job that I’ve got you then”

Roger slumps back against the railing near the crate, leaning all of his weight on it, his chest heaves as he goes into another coughing fit, it racks through him and you can practically see his shoulders jolt slightly from strain. You shift forward and move your hand to his bicep.

”Roger?”

Shit… Do you go get Crocus? Rayleigh? Gaban?

”Just… stay a while love”

Roger rasps out and you sigh as you sit next to him on the crate, the pitch black sails of the Oro Jackson provide a constant ambience, the creaking of the boards under you both and the snoring from the cabins below where the others slept. The waves lap against the hull of the boat and there's distant cannon fire from rival crews trading shots, or marine crews chasing down another quickly rising pirate or warlord. Roger has never been one who could stand silence for long though, you could see it in his expression as his jaw is clenched, trying to come up with something in that mind that never seemed to stop running. Before he can say anything though? You speak up.

”It’s getting worse, isn’t it Roger?”

”…Yes”

You decide to bite the bullet and just ask. You knew he'd never lie to you.

”What were you thinking about earlier?”

Roger breathes out through his nose and he moves his arm to drape over your shoulder, pulling you close to his side, wrapping his arm around you. You can hear the uneven thump of his heart, how it stutters every now and then.

”I think…that its time i let them go. I can’t let them be tied down to me when I’m like this”

Roger keeps his gaze out at the sea, a small grin tugging at his lips.

”They have so much left to explore, to fight, to drink and to live. There’s so much in this world. Especially for Shanks and Buggy, they have to spread their wings and get out and find their own crews. Maybe they might even get a greater one than mine”

Roger looks down at you, smiling crookedly.

”A better cook than my crew though? That’s impossible, no one can top your cooking. This crews been spoiled that i don’t think they’ll find good food again”

He then sighs and keeps his arm around your waist.

”I don't want your last memories of me to be…a slow death. It’s not what I want… it's not what any of you deserve, to see me waste away.”

You had expected that, the whole point of this crew was to have freedom. Fate had brought all of you together, it had tied you to the storm of a man that seemed to drag everyone into his orbit with that damn grin and the intelligence that he usually kept hidden. Roger should be given the chance to leave this world how he wants to, with his own path, you knew that he wouldn’t let this illness take him, he’d probably find some dramatic way to go out. Probably by handing himself in or some other nonsense like that.

But you weren’t going to let him believe that he was a burden, no, he can make his own decisions but you were there for him, you would be there until the end, even if he disbands, he should know by now that you're too stubborn to not stick by his side.

…Through sickness and health, that's the oath you had taken. The oath both of you had taken.

”Then how do you want me to remember you Roger?” You ask, leaning against his side more.

Rogers knuckles turn white as he rasps out another cough and his grip tightens on the railing. His gaze, as tired as those dark eyes were, shifts down to you and softens, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

”Well…how about you help me go out with a bang?”

”A bang?” You raise an eyebrow, because well, as much as the innuendo was obvious you never knew with your boyfriend, he was about as reckless as ever, going out with a bang could mean helping him light up a cannon and firing something (or someone) towards a stray marine ship or a damn random ass island.

”Y’know, the devils tango? Knock boots? Doing taxes?”

”You did not just refer to sex as doing taxes”

”I did, hey, it's not my fault. Gaban always says that he’s doing laundry when he sneaks off whenever we dock at another port”

…

…

…

”You’re so shameless Roger”

Roger just tips his head back and laughs, grinning wider as he leans down to your ear and rasps out, “That’s captain shameless to you”, he then pauses

“…Is that a yes though?”

”Thats a yes, c'mon old man”

”Hah?! Old man? I’ll have you know that i have the exact stamina i did when we were younger, if not more”

”Oh do you now? Well Mr Stamina, how about you try and get back to your room on your own?” You grin as you start to move away from where your helping to support Roger by him half leaning against him and move to grab his coat from the deck.

”Hey! I-… fine, alright, I admit I’m old in some ways, but I can always keep up with you. Just… help me get to bed?”

It's a vulnerable ask from a man that would rather take a full force galaxy impact from Garp than lose his independence… It shows just how tired he’s getting and well, it's a bit ridiculous to have a 9ft pirate king leaning on you for support, but your boots hit the wood in tandem as you move towards your shared quarters.

You splay your fingers across Rogers chest as you gently push him back so he lands flat on his back on the bed, and then climb into his lap.

“Well this is new, am I not allowed to be on top of you this time?” Roger just grins, before he watches you grab one of the straw pillows and make a motion for him to sit up.

”Roger, you’ve almost collapsed like three times in the past thirty minutes. I am not having you crush me. Now, sit your ass up”

”Hah? Why, it’ll be fine like this, besides your strong”

“I am, but not enough if you collapse on me you dickhead. Besides being flat on your back might make you cough more and i dont need you to have a coughing fit whilst I make you breathless”

Rogers eyes widen slightly, before that stupid grin when the pirate king gets flustered quirks at his lips, his cheeks flushing as he places his rough calloused hands, scarred from years of using barely restrained haki from his blade, on either side of your waist.

”…yes captain”

You just snort and grin,

”Shut up, now sit up…Cabin boy”

“Cabin boy?! Out of all things?!”

”Hey, could have been worse, you could be on latrine duty”

Roger just grimaces, before looking at you as he sits up, he feels you put the straw pillow behind his back.

”I love you __, more than anything on these seas”

”I love you too Roger”

You lean forward and place your thighs either side of Rogers waist, before pressing your lips to Rogers, trying not to smile as you feel those moustache hairs brush against your top lip.

Roger is a damn good kisser, he's always passionate and eager. Maybe a bit clumsy as his teeth always end up biting your lips every now and then.

“Eager aren't you Roger?”

“For you? Always, can never get enough of you” Rogers hands slides up from your waist to under your shirt.

“Laying on the praise thick tonight, aren't you?”

“Well if im on my back then I may as well try and get in your good graces”

“Oh?”

“Is it working?”

“Absolutley not”

“Damn”

You just laugh and start to trace your hand over Roger's chest, before leaning down and licking a strip of his chin before starting to move your hand down to his abs and then rest your hand just above his belt. You press a few kisses to a scar across the right side of Rogers’ abs.

“You really like those huh?” Roger asks, a lopsided grin on his face as he stays lent back on the bed. He starts to kick his boots off with his feet and nudges them off the bed with his foot.

“You got them from saving me, so yeah, of course I like them” You say and pull your hand away

“Hey, I got it, keep your hands on the goods love” Roger grins as he moves your hand back to where it was, he reaches behind you and starts to unfasten your boots, before tossing them off the bed next to where his own boots had fallen.

You start to work on his belt, you can feel whenever another coughing fit is coming as Rogers chest trembles slightly, every now and then you stop. Undressing each other has always started off slow…until you both got impatient and decided that clothes were way too restricting and you needed them off now.

Both of your trousers and underwear lay discarded on the floor. Roger had his head rested back against the pillow, and god, Roger had the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he coated his fingers in his saliva and crooked those thick fingers inside you. You'd done this a lot over the years with him by now, but christ, it never gets easier to get used to as your back arches.

“There we go, you look so good taking me in love”

Roger murmurs against your neck as his warm breath brushes against your skin.

“It's unfair really, it's ridiculous how tall you are for one, and for two, it's ridiculous how big your cock is” You grin back, between soft moans when Roger slides another finger inside and starts to crook them together inside of you. When your head tilts back, Roger licks a strip up your neck and you shudder.

“Well it's not my fault that I got so tall,” Roger grins. “Besides, you've never complained before”

You are about to snap back with another smartass comment when Rogers fingers start to pick up a rhythm and you have to rest your head on your shoulder with how fast he starts to pump them inside you, he can hear the moans slip through your lips.

“G-ghk~ Roger”

“There we go, god you take me so well __. Such a nice voice you got though, soothes me more than the waves”

You just let out a breathless laugh, your hips twitch and you feel your insides clench around Rogers fingers.

“F-fuck, cmon”

“Alright, alright”

Roger takes his fingers out of you and grins as he makes a show of licking the slick off of his fingers, making your cheeks burn. But god, as your eyes shift down so you can actually position yourself, you can see how the great pirate kings thick cock is straining, Roger had a damn good libido and he got hard and leaking from just fingering you. It was always easy to excite the pirate.

As you sink down on his cock, you can feel it twitch inside of you and Rogers head rests back against the pillow, both of his hands moving up to your waist fast, gripping like you're the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

“F-fuck”

You just laugh as you finish sinking down on him, feeling how full you are, god it's good, like a constant heat low in your gut and every small shift of adjustment in position is like a wildfire. Seeing Roger lose control as his hips are already starting to rock back up against you is intoxicating. You've barely started to ride him, its pathetic~

You start a steady rhythm, which quickly dissolves into a sloppy rhythm of Roger desperately thrusting up into you as you stay in his lap.

Roger is loud during sex, and well, thankfully most of the crew sleep deeply but jesus christ. The way that Roger would just keep a grip on your thighs, leaving marks, he can't help it, you just feel so good around him.

“Fuck, __. I love you so much, finding you was the best thing that ever happened to me” Roger rasps out, another groan slipping from his lips as he feels you tighten around him.

You rock back down against him and let out a breathless laugh mixed with a moan.

“Love you too Roger”

It barely takes a few more desperate thrusts before you cum, Roger always liked making you finish first, then he could just fully focus on chasing the high that he needed as he spills into you, his cock twitching inside you as he keeps your ass flush against him.

Roger looks disheveled, well, he does anyway these days, but even so more now as he's just been rode to hell and back.

“Feed a crew, ride the captain?”

Roger grins tiredly, for as much as he claims to have stamina, he knows when he's at his limit, and in a single round you can destroy him to no end. Though, a single round with Roger can last atleast an hour or two.

You just laugh and shift, mourning the loss of Roger's cock inside of you, but you get off of his lap, legs shaking slightly from the exertion of riding him for so long. You just put your head against his chest and Roger wraps his arm around your middle back, pulling you closer towards him and resting his chin on top of your head.

Another raspy cough erupts from Rogers mouth and his chest trembles slightly from exertion and his illness mixed together. You stay by his side.

“...I'm not leaving you… i told you that id stick with you til the end”

“....I don't think you'll like the end I have planned”

“I never will…but I’m not letting you go through this alone. In sickness and health remember?”

“In sickness and health.” Roger confirms and presses his lips to your forehead.

“I'm glad fate brought me to you __”

“...Im glad too…I just wish that it didn't take you away from me”

“All good things come to an end eventually…”

“...Eventually I guess they have to…I just thought I'd have more time with you”

You pause for a good minute, closing your eyes. Safe in your captain's arms.

“Take care of them __”

“I will Roger”

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