He thought he'd meet his end, but instead, oddly absurd circumstances broke his binding chains, changing the course of his fate. Where she found no light in the darkness, she found this curious young man to be a fitting ally, sharing joyful tales of...
"Everything is just a random rearrangement of particles in a vibrating superposition... and everything we do, gets washed away in a sea of every other possibility". - // Everything, Everywhere, All at Once - Lunaliel Nemo, Jackpot Mechanician
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Fanfiction is written in a book format and intended to be an alternative route of events, the summit war never happened, an escape from Impel Down was possible. The story includes a slow burn romance, story & world-building elements, comedy as well as the "Lunarian Menace" ~ pls enjoy & leave a kudo or two (o゜▽゜)o☆
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The Lunarian's Guide to the Blue World
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"Hahaha! And then, that other time when Luffy and I were hunting together, he found a bandit camp. Of course, that little moron had to mess with them and wasn't strong enough to take the hit. I had to help him, as always..." he sighed, a light chuckle escaping his dry lips. Despite the immense pain in his body, telling these tales always brought a smile to his freckled face. "He had me worried, y'know? Sometimes he drove me crazy... Luffy used to annoy me all the time, crying, clinging to me like a little pest; and there was a time where I actually wanted to get rid of him. Regardless of that, I could always count on him. My little brother..."
"You could tell these stories all day long, mh?" his cellmate replied, his voice even, yet curious. Naturally, he had nothing better to do, being tied to a wall. Hence these endless tales about the silly Strawhat were a welcome change to the bleak, depressing environment. The warlord of the seas' gaze continued its fixation onto the thick door that hid the person contained in that curious cell opposite of theirs. That weird containment that wouldn't let anyone peek inside -
