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AU - Thatch, Ace, Whitebeard, Izou don't die.
You are an anxious bar cleaner with a practical but otherwise uninteresting Devil Fruit. You're free from your past - until today. Can your new friends help you? Or do they just want to keep you for themselves?
Yandere WBP X Reader. Dark, manipulation, dubcon.
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18 Nov 2024
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You scold Sanji for being a pervert, but when you think about it, the idea doesn't sound too bad. You eventually sneak into the men's side of the onsen, blow your cover, and chaos ensues.
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23 Oct 2024
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no strings attached - trafalgar law x fem!reader by drakulana
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
08 Jul 2024
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yours and law's situationship is on the rocks, what happens when you meet a guy in a bar that looks a little too much like your captain?
crossposted on tumblr - @drakulana
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20 Oct 2024
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Rare Whales, Shining Seas, and the One That Dreams of Them by NunTheWiser
Fandoms: One Piece
24 Jun 2026
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"Where I'm from."
She started as always.
"There's about a 1% chance you'll see a whale your entire life."
Her eyes sparkled. There was probably a bigger chance here. She'd have to tell Hannah all about it when she got back.
"Land locked the way we are, it was probably even less for people like us."
Joy had never seen the sea before this.
Had never really thought about it.
But this world seemed to run on the sea, seemed to thrive and build and live with it like it was life and death and taxes.
Even she could admit that if left to it long enough she may become a bit addicted to it.
"So whales are incredibly rare. Just about as rare as it is to find someone, something, truly important."
Joy had lived her life in a bubble of knowledge. Scarping together every bit of information she could come across and devouring it. she could write a paper on anything. And hand it in, numbered with 12pt, times new Roman font with a bibliography and feel absolutely no stress.
But knowledge did not equate to action. So when she awoke in a dark forest with her heart beating and head screaming to survive the only thing she could do was try.
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As a mystery novellist, you were used to several things being suceptible to happen at three am. Running out of tea, for example. Staring at your screen in hope the next words would somehow write themselves, or even researching obscure aztec farming methods.
A random call from a drunk stranger asking you to join him at a party, using a name that was not yours, however ?
That was new.