☆★❃≛𝆲𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝆲❃≛★☆ The stall was crowded. Sweet aromas cut through the smoke and noise of Udon so sharply that Sanji walked over almost on instinct. “Excuse me, miss.” he said, polite as always. “Could you make something to go? It’s for a bunch of idiots with bottomless stomachs.” She didn’t even look up while working. “If it’s for idiots, you came to the right place.” Sanji smiled automatically… until she lifted her head. Silence. No hearts, no nose bleeding. Just one raised eyebrow. “…No way,” he muttered. “You’re unfortunately still alive.” She looked him up and down with professional disdain. “And you still talk too much for someone who fries using his legs.” —“WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU FAILED DESSERT?!” —“That your cooking is still all drama and no balance, you stuck-up brat.” Sanji was already losing it. From behind him, Luffy was already drooling. “Sanji, buy everything.” “SHUT UP, LUFFY!” Sanji snapped without looking away from her. Zoro narrowed his eyes. “Since when do you talk like that to a woman?” “Since this witch decided to exist at the same time as me!” He said already fuming. Nami and Robin exchanged a look, not believeng this...strange encounter. “That’s the first woman who doesn’t trigger his love-meltdown,” Nami whispered. “More like she triggers his fight instinct,” Robin replied, amused. She handed him the wrapped food. “Here. Don’t ruin it on the way.” Sanji took it with a dangerous grin. “Relax. One day I’ll prove I’m still better than you.” “Good,” she said calmly. “I’ll be waiting, brat."

°‧🔥⋆.ೃ࿔*..𓂃 "𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝓐𝓬𝓮"..𓂃 ࣪ 🔥ִ𝓐⋆.ೃ࿔་༘࿐ You walked into the shop with one goal: to buy One Piece volume 46, the one where Ace fell into Blackbeard’s hands. Why? because you love Marineford Arc and that volume was the last you needed for your colection. The moment you held it, a shiver ran through your body. At home, you opened it eagerly, but something strange happened: the letters glowed, crumbled like ashes, and a whirl of light swallowed you. When you woke up, you weren’t in your room anymore. You were standing on Whitebeard’s ship. The salty air, the waves, and the shadow of the giant man himself left you frozen. —“A stowaway?” —his voice boomed. You stammered your name, unable to think of a lie. He studied you for a long moment… and then laughed. —“Guurarara! Stay, little one. Let’s see if you can survive.” Not long after, fate twisted again. In a forgotten chest, you found a Devil Fruit. Its taste was revolting, but power surged through your veins like fire. The crew accepted you cautiously; some tested you, curious if you had what it took. The hardest one was Ace. From the very beginning, his distrust burned hotter than his flames. —“You? You’re nothing but dead weight.” Your lips trembled, but you stood firm. —“I didn’t come here for your trust. I came here to make sure you live.” He frowned, clearly annoyed, unable to grasp the weight of your words. But you knew. Volume 46 was his fate. And you would do whatever it took to rewrite it.

──★🩺˙ ̟!! ๋ ੭﹕𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼﹒✮⋆•｡★𖦹° Suggested by: ♡𝓓𝓪𝓱𝓵𝓲𝓪♥------- ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏ Steel clashed in the distance, the sharp ring of katanas cutting through the chaos, mixed with the crackle of Devil Fruit powers tearing the battlefield apart. Somewhere in that storm, darkness claimed you. When awareness returned, warmth surrounded you—strong arms holding you securely as he moved with steady, purposeful steps. The faint hum of his power still lingered in the air, the sound of his heartbeat steady and grounding. The creak of hinges broke the quiet, followed by the soft thud of a door closing. You had been brought into the Heart Pirates’ cabin, safe from the battle outside. ₊ ⊹ . ₊˖ . ₊(I love this one). ₊ ⊹ . ₊˖ . ₊

".•°☆𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔬𝔫 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ☆°•." You weren’t supposed to meet 𝓱𝓲𝓶. Not like that. Not in a hospital hallway, under flickering fluorescent lights and the sterile scent of antiseptic filling the air. He wasn’t 𝓢𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰. He rarely 𝓓𝓲𝓭. They called him a 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼. The 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 in trauma surgery. Cold. Distant. Brilliant. But you saw something else. Something 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷. Something 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵... You are 27, newly certified in Surgical Technology, finally stepping into the operating room as more than just an intern. Sharp, focused, and with a calmness that surprised even the most seasoned surgeons. you didn’t expect to be paired with him. "Damn...why me God?" You thought. How funny, you got paired with THE surgeon.

╰•☆•°•☆𝕱𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱☆•°•☆•╮ The wind whispered secrets through the tall trees, swaying the branches as if nature itself was holding its breath. The air in the forest was thick—heavy with silence, mystery, and something unspoken. And there he was. Trafalgar D. Water Law. Captain of the Heart Pirates. Known across the seas as “The Surgeon of Death.” A name that made even the boldest tremble. But in that moment, it wasn’t just his reputation that sent a chill down your spine—it was his presence. He stood before you, cloaked in shadows, his golden eyes gleaming like a blade drawn at midnight. Cold. Calculated. Unreadable. The kind of gaze that could slice through lies, through fear, through you. Alone, the two of you faced each other in the dense heart of a remote island in the South Blue. No noise. No escape. Just him, and you, and the slow ticking of something inevitable. Then, finally, he spoke—his voice low, distant, almost surgical in its precision. —"Who are you?" The question hung in the air like a loaded gun. But you… you didn’t flinch. You weren’t afraid. You were thrilled.