#op_luffy

Chief of Staff Sabo:

He hated arguing and fighting with you. You were one of the lights in his life. The one he can completely be vulnerable with and not be “the chief of staff.” You were his sun. But arguments were inevitable. This one was bad as it had struck a nerve that you brought up Ace

You didn’t want Sabo to have a devil fruit, it brought more danger his way than there already was, but he took as you didn’t want him to have even a bit of his brother.

Defensiveness took over and cutting words left his lips as he saw only red. It wasn’t until your eyes filled with tears did he freeze up. Before he could reach out to you and apologize, Koala called for his presence as they had finally docked and you fled from the ship.

Why? Why did he listen to his fellow officers? Even if you did need space, he knew you the best out of everyone. He should have followed. He should have been there to protect you. You, his sun. 

He would have to thank the lower ranks for telling him of what they overheard in the bar. A bunch of idiot smugglers bragging about their latest “catch.” A catch that sounded so much like you it sent shivers through every cell in his body.

The flame in his hand burned in front of the man’s face, Sabo waited for him to give him an excuse to burn him to ash as he had easily taken out the rest of his gang. But he needed to find you. 

Even when he was given your location, he didn’t hesitate to burn the whole shed before sprinting to where you were.

He called your name over and over as he searched through the crates on the dock and throwing lids off. His hands were shaking as he grabbed his crowbar and shoved it into the opening of the lid that belonged to the last crate and prying it open.

Your name came out choked and broken as he finally gazed at your form, tears slipping down his cheeks in two streams. 

At the bottom of the crate, you were in a fetal position, hands tied behind your back and identical to how your ankles were tied. Your clothing was ripped all over and he almost retched at how the crate had spots of, what he assumed, was your blood. You were still bleeding. Were you breathing was the question that sent him into overdrive.

He turned the crate over and took you out as best as he could without causing you harm. The lack of sound or movement that came from you made him bite back a sob as he frantically untied your wrists, fingers also pressing against your pulse point. It was there. Barely but it was there

Words of encouragement and promises of you being okay left his lips as he untied your ankles as well and removed his jacket to cover you, encasing you within the fabric.

It wasn’t until he had you in his arms did he notice your eyes, emotionless and blank as you stared at nothing in particular, and his words died in his throat. A choked sob left him again but he had to get you help.

He sat outside the infirmary, in a fetal position against the wall like you were only hours ago, as he stared at the wooden door. His cheeks were tear-stained but his eyes had dried out. If he could cry more, he would. 

He could only watch as shadows crossed the floor sometimes from inside the infirmary but, other than that, he was alone. Alone to think of the words he said to you, alone to think about your tears and broken expression, alone to think that you were afraid and that fear must have been the last emotion you felt before the light left your eyes.

He was finally let in by the doctor, something he was waiting for, but now he felt like he didn’t deserve such a thing. The doctor gave him time with you as you laid in the bed, your eyes no longer looking at him. He didn’t know whether to be grateful for that or not.

Your body was barely moving from your breaths and covered in bandages while also attached to machines. He could spot his coat against a chair, covered in your blood, and he couldn’t bear to look at it any longer.

He sat in the chair by your bed and the tears that he thought had dried out were back. As he clutched the bed sheets next to your hand, all he could do was mutter apologies into the air that didn’t reach your consciousness. When the sun would come up in the morning, would his sun also be there with him?

Monkey D. Luffy:

The carefree captain could be very stubborn and very insensitive. So, when you went off on your own, he went the opposite direction, pouting and looking for something fun to do, unaware of the people in the shadows following you. 

You just wanted an apology. He had forgotten a promise to spend time with you and instead went off with Usopp to do something else. You kept it inside until you couldn’t handle the weight in your chest anymore. It wasn’t a fight really but it would have been better if he showed some type of passion.

You could feel yourself getting sadder with every passive thing he said. It was as if he was disregarding your feelings and that hurt more than anything he could have yelled.

Finally, you couldn’t handle his blunt words, words that showed his confusion on why you were upset. With a quick “never mind,” you turned and walked away from your love. He had turned too soon to see you wipe your tears away

It wasn’t until hours later when the crew reunited did he start to feel the first sensation of panic in his chest. He sat on the banister by the ramp that led up to the ship, asking each member if they had seen you

When Zoro finally made it and he got a negative from him, that’s when Luffy finally panicked and jumped off the banister. He turned to his crew and, in a voice they have only heard a couple times, ordered them to find you. 

It didn’t take long as many of his crewmates could intimidate just from a look and they were led to a warehouse.

He busted the door down and his eyes immediately went wide. He didn’t acknowledge the men in front of him or the weapons they took out. His eyes went to you.

Your figure was tied up with a rope that was attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling. He couldn’t see your face because of the shadows and your hair but what he could see is the blood dripping from your body to a blood puddle just under you

His fists clenched tightly and, before he could take a step to you, there was a hand on his shoulder. He barely turned his head but he could see that Chopper had turned to his Jumping Point. The reindeer gave him a small nod before Luffy looked at the men in front of him who started to charge him. Havoc broke loose.

He had never had his vision be so red as he attacked ruthlessly; the moment they took his crew member, let alone his lover, they had signed their death wish

He was heaving as he threw punch after punch at the man who taunted him with what they did to you when he heard a desperate yell of his name from his doctor

Any thought of revenge escaped him, he ran to him and dropped to his knees.

Chopper was able to get you down and untie all the ropes before the severity of your condition shocked him into choking out his captain’s name. Luffy, himself, also froze at the state you were in.

The man’s taunts were real. You had bruises covering your face and body, cuts accompanying the dark flesh, and your blood-soaked through your clothes. Chopper got to work to do what he could but Luffy was focused on your face.

His wide eyes met your blank ones and his hands shook as they clenched tightly. A cold shiver went down his spine and he felt his eyes sting. He didn’t like that look in your eyes. He didn’t like it just as much as the look you had earlier before all this happened.

Chopper needed the equipment from the infirmary and they had to move you quickly. Luffy refused to leave your side while Chopper went to work, cringing and a small whimper leaving him at the particularly harsh wounds that he had to watch the reindeer stitch up or bandage up. There was silence after he had gotten every one of your injuries taken care of and the relaxant finally made your eyes close.

Luffy kept his eyes on your face, heart aching at the bruises and his grip tight on his ankles as he sat with his feet on top of the chair. Before Chopper left, Luffy decided to ask him what he did wrong in the morning, a voice so quiet Chopper wasn’t sure that it was his captain’s.

“You don’t have to do something physical to someone to hurt them, Luffy.” The doctor’s words circled for hours in his head as he stayed in the same position.

They had hurt you physically but the reason why you were in this position was because he hurt you in another way. He needed you to wake up so he could apologize and never break a promise again. You had to wake up… You just had to.

Red Haired Shanks:

Shanks really messed up. He realized way too late after you walked away. He messed up even more when he didn’t go after you.

You weren’t a pirate but he would come to visit you frequently. The last time he left, he had gotten too drunk the night before and didn’t bother to say goodbye. It hurt and a long-distance relationship was already difficult so you wanted to bring it up.

You greeted him and his crew before asking to talk to him in private. When you brought up his leaving and how you felt, he laughed. He just laughed. He only stopped once he noticed your hurt expression. 

Before he could say anything, you left your own home, throwing a quick excuse to the others that you were going to buy groceries. Shanks sat with his crew instead and brushed off their inquisitive questions

Hours later and you still weren’t back. Before the crew could even mutter their worries, Shanks’ chair scraped as he stood up and left. It was a small island, people knew him and you. Whatever happened to you, he would find out and he would find out now. 

And when he found out, there was a rage in his blood like no other. It was definitely towards the people that took you but also at himself. He really must have been the biggest idiot out there.

He found their hideout rather quickly but the first thing he noticed was you. Blank and emotionless eyes staring straight at him before noticing what your situation was.

You were tied to a stake and, since you were on your knees, he could see that your ankles were tied too. The puddle of blood under you was way too big for you to be okay. 

He moved his gaze to the idiot that charged at him and he didn’t hesitate to use his haki. He didn’t have time to deal with them. When he saw your eyes close and slump over along with the rest of the men, he didn’t know if he felt relief or worry at seeing your eyes closed.

It was difficult to bring you back with only his one arm but he cradled you the whole way. He kicked your door down and yelled for help, sending his crew into overdrive.

When you were taken to your bedroom by the doctor, Benn made it very clear of his feelings for the captain when he pinned him to the wall and demanded what happened. After all, the crew cared for you as you were a dear friend to all of them.

Shanks told him about the organization that took you and stayed quiet when his first mate pressed harder on why you left in the first place. Benn let him go before taking a cigarette out and stomping outside to smoke his anger away. Shanks couldn’t blame him.

After an hour or so, he couldn’t stand his crew’s stares, although he deserved it, so he went to where your room was. He stepped in and the look the doctor gave him was enough to make him stop in his tracks.

He stared at you while the doctor talked with him, explaining your situation that was looking grim. In an uncharacteristically quiet voice, he asked to be alone with you. 

He went over to your side and sat on the bed, careful to not touch you. He reached forward and pressed his hand to the top of your head, his fingers gently combing your strands. 

You were barely breathing. But you were breathing. He found hope in that. But then he remembered your eyes. Those eyes that stared at him so blankly. Those eyes that usually glinted before he destroyed it that morning.

His fingers unconsciously gripped at your hair slightly as a horrifying thought entered his mind. What if the worst-case scenario that the doctor brought up happened? The last thing you experienced was nothing but pain. And the last thing you would experience from the man that promised never to hurt you was him laughing at you.

Without realizing, a few tears slipped past and trailed down his cheeks hitting your bedsheets. Would you even get to hear his apology? 

Trafalgar Law: 

Small disagreements were fairly common in your relationship but big fights… those were something to take cover for. And, because both you and Law were stubborn, apologies could take days and, in those days, the silent treatment would build tension for the whole crew

It was a dumb fight that became way too big. You had miscalculated the amount of supplies that were needed for the voyage so the ship had run out of oranges and other citruses. The crew was fine as they were close to the next island but Law was livid to the point of ignoring you.

When you confronted him before he left the sub, that was when it became a full on fight. He admonished you for your miscalculations, even having the audacity to imply that you wanted the crew to perish. A crew he knew you loved. Even as the words escaped him, he knew it was too much but he didn’t want to admit he was wrong

As he harshly reprimanded you one last time, your face turned cold and a lone tear slipped down your cheek before you left the submarine

He hated that he made you cry but pride wouldn’t allow him to follow you and apologize for his merciless words

Now, as he ran through the halls of the facility that you were taken to, he couldn’t even remember what the fight was about. He should have dropped it. He should have apologized. He should have gone after you.

The thought of losing you sent him into a frenzy, his devil fruit aching to be used against the idiots in the front hall.

Penguin and the others told him to go and find you, that they would give the proper punishment

He should have made that sadness disappear from your eyes when he had the chance.

He threw the door open and his body went cold at the sight of you. 

Your figure was sitting against the wall with your top half leaning against a box. Your wrists were tied up as well as your ankles and there was a strip of fabric that was stuffed into your mouth and wrapped around your head. You were sitting in a pool of your own blood and you continued to bleed from the multiple injuries that were scattered all over your body

Your eyes were open but there was nothing in them. It was as if you were staring straight through him. When he snapped out of it and untied your restraints, you still gave no indication that you processed him or anything that he did to you.

He pressed his fingers to your neck and the only hope he had was the slight pulse. It also made his heart fall into his stomach at how light your pulse was

 When he got you back to the submarine and patched up, he found more and more horrendous wounds. 

He couldn’t decide whether he should throw up or go back and rip apart the people who did this to you, squeeze their hearts slowly and listen to how they begged. Torturing them as much as it looked like they did to you

Even with the amount of the relaxant he used, your eyes didn’t return to normal. They constantly stared up at the ceiling and no stimulant could get your attention

Your eyes finally shut after a stronger relaxant. You couldn’t verbalize but he didn’t want you to be in any pain

He sat by your bedside with his hands holding one of yours, the only part of your body that didn’t have to go through any cruelty. He could only stare at your face, hoping that in the morning you would wake up with your eyes shining. And before any sadness could fill them, he would apologize and make promises he intends to keep.

And if you didn’t… he would find any way to get you back. Because he couldn’t let the last feeling in your eyes to have been a sadness that he provided and fear that he lead you to.

Robin was up to something and you had no idea what, the question being if you even wanted to know. Anytime you walked a certain way, a row of arms would appear in front of you and point at the opposite direction. You would look over at Robin, who would either be gone already or sipping her drink without acknowledging you. Being in the Straw Hats for so long, you learned fairly quickly that Robin wouldn’t answer you so easily. You were basically corralled onto the deck and you eventually gave up, sitting down against the banister. The older woman smiled over at you before heading under deck. A hand popped up in a “stop” signal when you tried to get up. You sighed and looked at the eye on the palm of it a thumbs up, The eye seemed to crinkle in delight before the hand disappeared into the wood and you were left alone.

It wasn’t long before your captain appeared on deck, grinning at the sight of you. He plopped down next to you and you couldn’t help but blush at his adorableness. As it was morning time, his hair was sticking up, especially with his straw hat resting against the string that was around his neck, and his smile was wide but still sleepy. He usually was the first one to wake up, since “sleep was boring,” but you figured that the steps you heard at 3 am must have been him. 

Luffy was already a cuddly person but a sleepy Luffy was even cuddlier. He threw his arms around your waist and pressed his cheek to your shoulder. He let out a soft grunt when you moved your arm but smiled and cuddled closer once your arm rested against his shoulders. His hand on your side moved slightly to nudge at your other arm, letting out a soft whine.You lifted your other arm so it wrapped around him, blushing as he snuggled close and his face found home in the crook of your neck. 

It would be nice and all if the two of you were together but your captain was quite obvious to the crush you had on him. The way he treated you, however, kept giving you hope that maybe he felt the same. You were the first person he came to when he needed comfort, the first to see his catch of the day, the first he went to after a particularly hard battle, and he always clung onto you when he had the chance. But his obliviousness was your enemy. You would have to be happy with just these small moments. 

You were broken out of your thoughts when you felt a small nudge against your cheek. You turned your head and looked at the rubber man, blushing at seeing his face so close. He was looking up and his finger that had poked you was pointing up to where he was looking. You tilted your head back and your face burned at seeing the small plant dangling above you from a very familiar arm. 

“What’s that?” You turned your head to look at him as he tilted his head, breaking eye contact with the plant to look into your own (E/C) eyes. Your face was on fire as you glanced at anything but the big eyes staring at you.

“Uh… It’s called mistletoe… There’s a tradition for it.”

“Oh, cool! What tradition?”

“It’s for two people…” You cleared your throat as he seemed to get even more excited. “Um… Two people are suppose to k-kiss under it, i-if you don’t-” Your words cut off as there was a pressure on your lips. Your eyes widened and you turned redder at the clumsy press of lips against yours. Before long, he had pulled away and found his spot back in your neck. You, on the other hand, felt like you ate a bunch of butterflies and your body was stiff. You were lost in thought for so long that Luffy whined and pulled back to look at you.

“What? Did I do it wrong? Are you supposed to kiss me?” He poked at your cheek, a pout on his lips. You snapped out of it but your face, including your ears, flushed red. 

“N-No, you didn’t do anything wrong..” He grinned before digging back into your neck, squeezing your waist.

“We should do that again sometime. Without the mistletoe next time.”

You weren’t sure if you heard him right or if the warmth against your neck was real. Robin’s arm that had appeared was gone and you could practically feel her teasing gaze on you, despite her not being anywhere on deck. You took a large breath and tighetend your arms around him again, hugging him properly, and a sleepy “yay” rumbling against your neck made you laugh.

“Yeah, we should, Luffy.” You successfully said without stuttering. The hum that came from him made the warmth in your chest expand as he pulled back to smile at you and press another kiss to your lips, you being a bit more prepared this time. 

Below deck, Robin leaned back against the bed headrest in the women's quarters, flipping through her book and a satisfied smirk on her lips as she willed away the eye that she put on deck.

Monkey D. Luffy:

He sleeps when he’s sleepy and wakes up when he wakes up, according to Oda, so the time he wakes up in the morning is always different

The first thing he does is go to the kitchen to check for food

Once he’s kicked out, he’s forced to brush his teeth by Sanji (this is as rare as when he bathes) then he can get breakfast

When he’s finished with that, he’ll stretch to release the knots that formed during his sleep

He’ll hang around until someone wakes up, usually Chopper or Usopp, but if any of the others are awake, he’ll do something with them

Trafalgar D. Law:

He gets up pretty early, about 7-8 am

He first will sit up and, he has some bed head, so he’ll pat it down before getting up

He’ll brush his teeth and usually is interrupted with a knock to tell him that breakfast is ready

He’ll go to the infirmary and read a couple of chapters of medical books he got

By the time he’s read for a couple of hours, it’s 11 and he goes to get breakfast (more than likely having to heat it up since he got lost in reading)

Eustass Kid:

Wakes up at around 11 and he tends to put on his arm back on (I have a headcannon that he can detach his arm)

He goes to the bathroom and takes care of business before spiking up his hair since it’s usually flat against him from sleeping

He’s not really a morning person so his crew tends to avoid the kitchen so he could have breakfast in peace

Once he’s fully awake, he’ll make sure that they’re heading to the right place

Since it’s pretty late in the day, he pretty much hops into chaos with everyone

Roronoa Zoro:

According to Oda, he gets 3 hours of sleep between 4-7, so he tends to be sluggish in the morning

He tries to get more sleep but by the point he’s awake, everyone’s mostly walking around already

Chopper usually asks for his help to get hygiene done so he usually brushes his teeth with the little reindeer

He eats breakfast with everyone at 8 and then he’ll workout

After 2 or 3 hours, he’ll take a nap

Jewelry Bonney:

She wakes up at about 9am and gets usually 9 hours of sleep

The second she’s awake, she wants breakfast so she’ll head straight to the kitchen

If a feast isn’t waiting for her, she’ll throw a tantrum

She’ll take about an hour of nonstop eating until she’s satisfied

She hates baths but she forces herself to if it’s been a while and usually that’s enough to start her day

Charlotte Katakuri: He still remembered the day he held his daughter. She barely fit the size of his forearm yet he couldn’t take his eyes away from the crimson eyes staring back at him. He knew that she probably couldn’t see him but he could see her and he never thought that he would understand why his mother wanted kids; here she laid though, his daughter, his everything now. The memories are what keeps him going. When his daughter was 3, he had to send her and his partner away. His partner wasn’t a pirate so he could see how they stiffened and held (Y/D/N) a bit tighter during tea parties and other events in which all of them would converge. They finally expressed their concern and, although he hated the idea, his crimson eyes landed on the small girl running across the room, long crimson hair flying behind her. He found them an island where they would stay and be safe the next day.

He set them up with someone to accompany them. He didn’t want to leave them unattended. It had been a year since he had seen the two of them and he wanted to see his little girl and his love. It was (Y/D/N)’s birthday and a lot of his siblings convinced him that they should throw a party to gain Mama’s favor, which he would use as an excuse to go get the two of you. He stood at the front of the ship, filled with underlings manning the ships. He could see the island in the distance and once he got closer to the ship, he closed his eyes. He wasn’t able to stop himself from using his haki to check a couple seconds into the future. His eyes snapped open when his vision saw a corpse. He didn’t care about the person that was dead but that was not a good sign. He got off the ship and ordered for the underlings to stay; it’s not like he needed them.

When he got to town, it was too quiet. He immediately hurried to the home he had set up for his partner and immediately saw a body. It was the guard he had given them. He kicked the body over to see any kind of injuries but found none, except for oddly colored skin and some foam in the corner of his mouth. Katakuri gritted his teeth and went up the steps.

“Daddy! It’s such a pretty house!” At his daughter’s exclamation, he nodded and smiled slightly behind the scarf. Of course it was. He made sure it would be perfect for the two of them.

He bent down to walk through the doorway just like that day and stepped down to the hallway where the door was wide open. The door to (Y/D/N)’s room.

At her small gasp, he put her down and let her twirl around the room, admiring how she giggled and explored her bed and closet. He took a step back into the hallway where his partner stood, watching him. He moved his scarf to reveal his mouth and gently gripped their shoulders. When they looked at him, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to their forehead, making them smile slightly.

(Y/D/N) was nowhere in sight in the room but he could see her favorite outfits in the laundry basket and her toys scattered all over the floor. He bent down and picked up a small teddy bear; the one she was never seen without. The soft toy was slightly crushed in his hand as he stepped out into the same hallway where he said his goodbyes.

They couldn’t help it anymore and stepped forward to hug him. His arms came up around them too and the two of them held onto each other for a while until a light weight attached itself to his leg. He pulled back to look at his daughter and picked her up, hugging her close as she hugged his head.

“I’m gonna miss you, daddy…” She sniffled, making him rub her back.

“I’ll miss you too.” He looked at his partner and a small smile lifted his lips. “You too.” They smiled softly and nodded, leaning up to peck his lips

“We love you, Katakuri. Right, (Y/D/N)?”

“Yeah, daddy! I love you!”

He could still hear those last words as he stepped towards the master bedroom, his free hand landing on the door and pushing the slightly ajar surface open. An unfamiliar feeling immediately affected his eyes as he stepped forward. He fell to his knees next to the bed with his hands hovering over the bed, the bear in his hand landing on the sheets. His partner laid in bed with a coughing mask over their mouth and they were holding (Y/D/N) close to their side. (Y/D/N)… She looked so much paler and thinner. They both did. His hovering hands finally landed on his partner’s leg, head ducked down. A year ago, when he saw a couple people walking around with those masks, he should have known. Tears fell from his eyes and a sob ripped from his throat, a foreign sound that he hadn’t heard in years. He didn’t know how long he stayed there, just caressing their cold faces and hugging their lifeless forms; he just wanted them to hug him back but he knew that they wouldn’t.

He slid to the floor and sat there for who knows how long until his den den mushi rang inside his jacket. He pulled it out and silently clicked it on. The snail took shape of his brother, Perospero.

“What’s taking so long?! Should I tell Mama about the party or what?!” He exclaimed. Katakuri stared at the snail and right as the snail was about to open its mouth, he interrupted.

“There won’t be a party. They’re dead.” He stated, voice cracking yet cold. He clicked the snail off and put it away. He stood up and leaned over them again, hand gently stroking the cold cheeks of his loved ones. He could still hear their voices in his head. As he picked both of them up and held them close, he could hear the faint call of his name and ‘daddy’ but it was all in his head now.

A coldness washed over him as he got to the ship and heard the gasps of underlings. The cause of death was what he had suspected. He could kill any pirate that dared to touch his family, maybe even torture them for however long he felt it was appropriate to. But, this, this was a sickness. Not a physical thing. He couldn’t kill this illness but it killed his family. He mourned silently for his family and he knew that he would mourn forever, there was no other person that understood him like his partner did and no child would match up to (Y/D/N).

Monkey D. Luffy: He was so psyched to get back to (Y/N)! His body still ached from the battle before but even his muscles knew that they were getting to see (Y/N) again so they numbed down for the rubber man. He had bothered Nami all day on how long they would get there and he finally had to settle down when she hit him on the head. He continued to pout and sit on the railing, keeping an eye out for the island that he left (Y/N).

Luffy could only protect them so much on the open sea but since they were his lover and his child, they would be in danger;  he had to say “see ya later” to them on the advice of his crew. It was a tearful goodbye and even he could hear the sobs and tears of his little buddy. (Y/S/N) was an exact duplicate of the rubber man and, despite only being a couple of months old, he loved the rubber man with all his little heart. A year had passed and Luffy wanted to hold his little buddy again! He also missed (Y/N) a lot! The way of contacting became hectic the last month or so and he wasn’t able to talk with them. This would be a great surprise, he thought to himself.

As they got into the magnetic field of the island, he suddenly felt himself tense up and a cold feeling filled his veins. He stood up just as Zoro opened his eye, probably feeling the same energy. The coldness in his veins made his hands shake but he gripped his upper arm and pulled back, his forearm stretching as he swung it forward and reached for the closest tree branch. He didn’t acknowledge his crew’s confused calling of his name as he shot himself forward to the island. When his feet hit the sand, he started sprinting, his hat swinging behind him from the string. His eyes barely processing the burned Big Mom’s flag on the sand.

His lungs, that were once as cold as his veins, were now on fire as he sprinted past the forest that surrounded the town that he left (Y/N) and (Y/S/N). He could remember how (Y/S/N) even sneezed when a butterfly landed on him and he could hear their laugh echo in his ears. When their laugh faded, he felt like cold water landed on him when the forest didn’t even have a simple sound of an animal. Just… The breeze. His feet skidded to a stop in front of the entrance and his pupils even shook from seeing the destruction. Everything was mostly torn down, buildings that were once filled with nice townspeople empty and burned to the ground, bodies laying all over the place with most of them having bullet wounds in the back of their heads.

He almost said the word “dad,” Luffy couldn’t help but think as he sprinted through the town, stopping to shake someone and yell to ask what happened. His hands started to tremble as he called for (Y/N), looking everywhere. His son’s voice stuck in his head, despite it only have been garbles of sounds.

“Da!”

“Ha! See (Y/N)! He’s going to say ‘dad’!” He grinned as they pouted at him.

“We’ll see. He’s only two months old. Babies make noises.” Luffy stuck his tongue at them.

“Don’t be jealous!” He laughed and his son squealed. “He’s on my side!”

Luffy gasped for air as he got to the edge of town, his eyes wide and shaking at the line of people lying on the ground. He almost choked on (Y/N)’s name as he ran down to the front of the town hall where he saw two bodies lying there. He crumbled to his knees, hands shaking as he scooped up (Y/S/N) into his arms and tears rolled down his cheeks. He clutched the small boy to his chest, bigger than when he left but still so small, and his body leaned against the building of the town hall, looking down at his love as well. His partner was covered in bruises that still tinted their body and they were pale. The bullet wound in their head matched the others in town. His son, oh his son, the small boy before him had scratches on his arms and face but he also had the same wound in the back of his head. The blood that coated Luffy’s hands only made it real that this had just happened. Oh god, it had just happened…

The crew had just gotten out of the forest as the loudest and most heartbreaking yell filled the air, making the leaves of the trees shake. The yell was Luffy’s. As if a switch was flipped, they all sprinted toward where they could hear their captain’s sobs and yells. Chopper and Zoro being in the front of the crew and they could all hear thumping among the sobs when they got closer. When they got there, the scene itself made them sick to the stomach yet their captain made their hearts ache and tears spring in many of their eyes. Zoro stepped toward his captain, the first one to actually snap out of the shock.

Luffy’s eyes had rolled back into his head, his arms tight around (Y/S/N)’s lifeless form, and he was banging his head against the wall he was leaning on, causing his own blood to smear on the wall. The yells and his tears never ceased, even as Zoro stepped forward and placed his hand between the wall and Luffy’s head, successfully stopping it from thumping even more against the wall and causing more injury. Chopper had carefully taken the small boy from him, his arms falling to his sides without (Y/S/N) there. Zoro hoisted his captain up and over his shoulder after attempts of getting him up. The rubber man choked on his own sobs, the names of his lover and son on his tongue when he gasped for air.

Suddenly, the sobs stopped and Chopper noticed that the man had passed out. He sniffled as he looked at (Y/S/N) in his arms before looking at (Y/N), their body laying there, eyes half lidded. Chopper placed the child carefully next to their parent and carefully closed their eyes with his hoof. Chopper took his hat off and placed it over his chest, eyes closed and ducking his head with tears falling and sobs leaving his own mouth. The rest of the crew stayed in silence, mourning the loss of two of their own. In a simple movement, all of them were huddled together, except for Zoro who stayed to the side, holding his captain’s unconscious body. In hushed mumbles, they agreed to wait for Luffy to get up and prepare a proper funeral for the two. Sanji and a couple others went off to start the graves of the other town members as well.

When Luffy woke up, he broke down again but his crew was there this time. His crew would mourn with him, comfort him, and do whatever they could. When Ace had died, they could only imagine the pain he went through but now… they didn’t have to. It hurt them to see him like that but they knew that he was feeling much worse than they’d ever know.

Sir Crocodile: First thing to get out of the way, he’s never seen himself as a husband. Second, the thought of children had never even appeared in his mind. Third, he had a number of enemies that would hurt his family if he ever had one. So, this was his life. He was a husband, a father, and a pirate. The day he met his partner was one he would never forget and knew that he couldn’t let them go; which led to marriage. He had two kids. A 4 year old boy and a 2 month old girl. It could have been the perfect family unit if he weren’t arrested. When activities in Alabasta didn’t go as he planned, he needed a back-up for his family. He would send them off to an island with subordinates to keep them safe and away from Navy eyes. 

He got down on one knee in front of his son who had small tears in his eyes as his partner held their daughter in their arms behind the young boy.

“Why can’t we stay, daddy?”

“I’ve got work to do here, (Y/S/N).”

“T-Then I can stay with you! I can help you, daddy!” Crocodile stared at his son, messy black hair and (E/C) eyes staring back at him with a pout.

“You can’t help me here but you can help me there.” At the twinkling in his son’s eyes, he knew that he was getting kind of used to this whole dad thing.

“How can I do that?!” Crocodile gestured to his partner and the baby girl sleeping in the crook of their arm.

“You’ve got to protect your sister, right?” The little boy nodded furiously and stood tall.

“Y-You can count on me, daddy! I’ll take good care of (Y/D/N)!” Crocodile grunted but raised his hand to ruffle his hair.

“I know I can count on you.”

Using his devil fruit, he flew on a sand cloud towards the island, his hook smoking and his heart clenching painfully. He got a report once he escaped Impel Down, months after not seeing his family. This report had an ambush on the town where his beloved family stayed. He landed in the middle of the town, buildings still burning and people running around trying to put out the licking flames. He watched as people ran around, mayhem had hit the town. Fists clenching tightly and teeth gritting against each other, he sprinted. He sprinted so fast that his jacket had flown off, yet he didn’t care.

Crocodile held his daughter as he looked at his partner.

“Our second kid, huh?” His partner rolled their eyes and gently fixed the small tuft of black hair on her head.

“You love her. Don’t pretend like it’s a hassle.” Crocodile grunted and gave his partner (Y/D/N) back, careful to not hurt her with his hook.

“She’s my kid so she’ll obviously be great.”

He slammed the front door opened and looked around for his family. He saw a blood trail leading from the front door to the back room and he felt like the air was sucked out of him. He charged to the room but fell against the doorway of the room as he saw his partner’s bloody and bruised body slumped across their closet. He went over and dropped to his knees, lifting them by the shoulders and shaking them, blood still pouring from the corner of their mouth. His hands shook slightly but he laid them back down carefully on the ground. Where were his kids? He forced himself up to his feet and rushed back down the hallway, following the light blood trail that headed to the nursery he had his subordinates build. He shoved the door open and stumbled slightly at the sight before him.

(Y/S/N) stood on the tips of his toes by the bassinet in the nursery, trying to catch a glimpse of his newborn little sister. Crocodile noticed and put his hands on the small boy to pick him up and help him look over. The younger boy smiled and reached out to gently touch the baby girl’s cheek. The 4 year old looked back at his father and grinned.

“That’s my little sister!” A small smile lifted the usually stoic man and nodded.

“Yeah. That’s her. You have to watch over her when you’re away, right?” The young boy nodded and saluted his dad.

“I’ll protect (Y/D/N) while we’re away, daddy! I’m a big boy!”

He remembered that day very well, his son’s voice going over in his head and the small garbles of his daughter. He could feel how his throat tightened up and he stepped towards the bassinet. His son laid face down in front of the bassinet, bruises all over his arms and a small pool of blood under him from what Crocodile could see. He stepped over and picked up the young boy, cradling in his arms like when he was a newborn. He could now properly see that his boy was covered in defense marks and his skin was much darker from the bruises. He was still just a baby. He held the boy close to his chest in his human arm and looked over the bassinet. His baby girl was dead in the bassinet, her own bruises covering her body. He ducked his head and held the boy tight in his arm, landing on his knees and resting his head against the side of the bassinet.

“Daddy!”

“Welcome home, Crocodile.” 

He had secured everything but this still happened. The ringing in his ears had finally dulled down and he could hear the panic and yells from town. He looked down at his son and pushed himself up. He carried the young boy to his own bed and laid him down. Even if he was dead, the logical side of Crocodile was thrown out the window and all he felt like he could do was at least have his son comfortable. He even tucked him in.

As he stepped out of the house, sand started to swirl around him and his hook, his human hand clenched and he sent his sand out on the hunt. He had a new goal now, he thought to himself as he walked back to his base where his subordinates would be. He would find who did this to his family and he would watch the life slip out of their eyes just as they had done to his family.

At the orders of the eerily calm man, the men that worked under him scrambled to find the culprits of this horrendous crime. Even they were affected by this loss, their boss’ partner was caring and they had often helped to care for the newborn and play with (Y/S/N). A couple of them were sent out to retrieve the bodies and prepare a service for them; many of them had tears in their eyes when they brought them back. All of them wanted to avenge the family but no one wanted more revenge than Crocodile.

Trafalgar Law: He finally found someone that cared for him and actually made him believe that he could have a future with them beyond avenging Corazon. Then his children came into his life and he knew that this is what he wanted. It had been two years since he saw them, hiding them away since the war. He didn’t want anyone in the world to know about them because then they’d be in danger, especially with the man he was after.

“Daddy!”

His three year olds ran over to him, squealing happily as he crouched down and held his arms open. Once the identical twin boys reached his arms, Law brought them close to his chest, making them squeal again. He rested his head against (Y/1/T/N)’s head while (Y/2/T/N) played with his goatee. Both looked exactly like him but had his partner’s personality, which he had hoped for. It had been hard after the Marineford war but that made the danger much more prominent. He didn’t want this conversation with his boys but he had to. He already talked to his partner and he thought that was hard, but looking at the twinkling eyes of his boys… He had no idea it would be this difficult. He pulled them back and rested his arms against his knees as his two boys smiled at him.

“Boys, I’ve got some bad news.” They gasped in unison and each took a hand of his in theirs, making a smile quirk his lips. Their unison was one of his favorite traits of theirs.

“What, daddy?!” There it is again. He sighed as he watched his two boys. He was young when he met his partner and he was a young father too. With his partner though, his two boys grew up well and, just the thought of missing milestones with his boys, brought a sick feeling to his stomach.

He told them and they cried. They cried and cried, even after Law hugged them close and tried to comfort them. It broke his heart when they clung onto his partner and went to ignore him.

The submarine emerged from the ocean to the island and, as they were about to head off, the island shook violently and Law’s ears were filled with screams. His grip tightened on his sword and he found himself sprinting down the path. The screams only got louder in his ears as the only thought in his head was the hope that his family wasn’t apart of the screaming.

He remembered landing on the island and his partner going on ahead with Bepo and the rest of the crew to put their belongings in the house. He carefully helped his twins down, even when they were still pouting and upset with him. They held each others’ hands as they followed their other parent, making Law sigh and follow. Before they entered the house, he called their names. Even though they were upset, they didn’t have the heart to disobey their father so they both turned around and walked over to his sitting position. They both looked at the ground and Law turned his head to meet their eyes.

“Mind telling me why you’re so mad at me? (Y/1/T/N)? (Y/2/T/N)?” Both pouted but one of them tilted his head up with tears in his eyes.

“I’m mad because you’re leaving us!” The other twin nodded before sniffling.

“Do you not love us anymore, daddy?!” Law sighed as he looked at the two of their teary faces.

“Of course I love the two of you. I love (Y/N) too. I’m not leaving you three here because I want to-”

“Then why?!” They both exclaimed. A moment of silence filled them and he decided to shrug off his hoodie and show them his tattoos. He pointed to the one on his chest.

“This is for Corazon. But these-” He pointed to the heart tattoos he had on each shoulder. “-these two right here are for the two of you.”

Law sprinted through town as the townspeople ran past him in the opposite direction. His veins went cold as he spotted a familiar jolly roger and the iciness in his veins turned into pure hatred. If his family was hurt- He couldn’t even fathom what he would do. When he got to town square, he searched frantically through the people, injured, dead, and alive. His vision was blurred at how frantically he searched. Through all the mayhem and screaming, he heard one sole voice scream. The voice he would recognize miles away.

“Daddy!” He turned his head and, from the shadows, (Y/2/T/N) crawled out, a line of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and tears flowing down his cheeks. Law ran over and dropped his sword as he kneeled down next to his son and carefully lifted him. He had cuts covering his arms and his stomach had a wound that was bubbling with blood. (Y/2/T/N) let out a sob and coughed out blood. Law covered his child’s stomach with his hand to stop the bleeding but he knew he had to do something to save his son.

“Daddy’s here! Daddy’s gotcha! Where’s your brother?! Where’s-?!” He asked the child. If they were around, he could take them all to the ship and help them. If one twin looked like this, his gut twisted uncomfortably at the thought of what the other and his partner looked like. He was interrupted with a choked sound and a sob.

“D-Dea-” His own sentence was cut off by his gasp and Law could see that his pupils trembled. Law grit his teeth and heard Bepo and Penguin running close. He turned his head to look at them.

“Find them!” He held his hand out and made a room around them to transport back to the submarine’s infirmary.

His sons gently traced the hearts on his shoulders and he could see their mesmerized faced. He smirked a bit when they suddenly touched their own arms and looked in awe.

“I want one!”

“Me too! Me too!” Law shook his head, his smirk widening.

“(Y/N) would kill me. But I know that you don’t want me to leave. I don’t want to leave but I have to keep the three of you safe. You understand, right? You’re smart boys.” Both boys nodded slightly, making Law smile genuinely at them. He raised his hands to their heads and ruffled the boys’ hair. “Good boys.” He opened his arms and both of them tumbled forward and hugged him, ending up on his lap. “I love you, (Y/1/T/N). I love you, (Y/2/T/N).”

“I love you, daddy!” They both chirped, making Law chuckle.

Law cursed as he went to work on his son’s stomach wound, hands coating in blood. His son was just grasping for his life and he had closed his eyes. Law felt the sting in his eyes as he shook his son while his other hand tried to sew up the wound.

“(Y/2/T/N)! Stay awake for me, buddy! You’re gonna make it! You’re gonna make it!” He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince his boy or himself. He let out a shaky breath as his hands never stopped working. If he was actually left without his love and his twins…. He wouldn’t be able to handle even the thought. He was a realistic man but there was hope in him that Penguin would find (Y/N) and Bepo would show up with (Y/1/T/N) on his shoulders. The logical side of him quickly squashed those hopes with one thing. The boy on the operating table in front of him was no liar.