Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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A/N: Wow um yeah.. nearly 25K words.. 🫣. Sorry it's so long, idk if anyone will read the whole thing!
This is the hardest request I think I've ever written. Um yeah a couple of years ago I lost my own dad to a terminal illness, so the pain in this one hit home pretty hard. This was pretty cathartic to write though. I say this, not for sympathy, but because if you too, requester, or reader, have been through this, similar, or loss at all, then I hope this story helps a little! I never got to say goodbye, so this kind of healed me a little bit.
Oh also, as I always say in my more serious topic requests, if you need any support, wanna chat, anything along those lines, I'm happy to trade discords or other socials if not (since messages aren't a thing anymore).
Anyway I guess happy Valentine's Day guys, please enjoy this big sad!
The salty sea breeze tangled through your hair as you stepped onto the deck of the Oro Jackson, greeted by the familiar sounds of your crew, or well.. your family. The morning sun had barely risen, casting golden streaks over the ocean's endless horizon, but the ship was already alive with activity.
Roger stood near the helm, laughing heartily over something Gaban had said, his voice booming across the deck like thunder. Buggy and Shanks were already up, bickering near the mast, their argument indistinguishable from the dozens they had every day.
You weren't sure what had set them off this time, maybe Buggy was still mad about losing at cards last night, or maybe Shanks had stolen the last bread of meat at breakfast. Either way, you knew it wouldn't last.
You made your way toward the bow, stretching your arms over your head as you prepared for your morning training. You didn't need to look back to know Rayleigh was already there, waiting for you, Shanks, and Buggy to join him.
Training under Rayleigh wasn't easy, but you liked it. He was strict when he needed to be, but never unkind. There was a reason he was Roger's right hand man, and the way he fought made you want to be just as strong.
Shanks and Buggy eventually stomped over, still grumbling at each other, as Rayleigh sighed. "Alright, that's enough. You two can settle your differences later". His sharp eyes flicked toward you, and you straightened instinctively. "Ready?". You nodded.
Rayleigh led the three of you through a series of warm ups before diving into proper training. Swordplay, hand to hand combat, endurance drills, you worked through them all. Shanks was fast, Buggy was unpredictable, and you did your best to keep up with both of them.
"Don't just rely on speed". Rayleigh instructed, blocking one of your attacks with ease. "You need control". He knocked your wooden sword to the side, forcing you to reset your stance. "Again".
You tried again, adjusting your movements, and this time, Rayleigh gave an approving nod. You felt a flicker of pride before Shanks attempted to shove Buggy into you, nearly knocking you both over.
