COAST - Luffy x Reader

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Alright let's get this over with.

I'm jk (Am I?)

Okok in all seriousness, it's time to start on the Foxy Pirates arc. I've got some things planned that'll definitely make it interesting, but please don't fault me if I choose to skip around a bit. We're going through all six games so it'll be a bumpy ride lol.

Rewatching this arc hurt my soul a little bit. I love Foxy, but I also loathe that mf, yk what I mean?

Sorry for the late update as well. I've been dedicating a lot of my time to developing the discord, and whenever we start a new arc (like right now) I like to take the effort to prep my chapters in advance. It's better for me to have a broad outline of what I have planned, as well as know an end goal for each arc, which also takes extra time (I watch all the episodes once, and then go through them a second time for rough drafts — and then a third time for details! It's time consuming lol).

Alright, back to it. Happy reading!

<3

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"Alright, you're all set! When the medicine starts to wear off I'll give you some more, but they should last for a while." Chopper's little hooves clinked against the metal handle of his medicine bag, closing it after he had sufficiently treated his patient and ensured that everything was well stocked.

Who's his patient, you ask? None other than I, the multi-world traveler that only seemed to attract misfortune wherever she went. For how often I had to visit Chopper and his makeshift clinic, this was getting ridiculous.

...That was dramatic. Sorry. The cramps are driving me delusional.

I had to lug myself out of my cot unwillingly this morning– er, afternoon, after having slept in much more than usual. Nami woke me up, worried about how unusual my behavior was when she came across me still asleep, and then proceeded to panic alongside me when I sat up and immediately doubled over in pain.

Luckily she was there to successfully distract the others from noticing anything was wrong, immediately averting their attention from how haggardly I dragged myself toward the bathroom (well, everyone except for Robin. She always looked like she knew your deepest, darkest secrets or something).

Anyways, I got myself situated and lugged my ass to Chopper as soon as possible. Despite this being a literal ocean riddled with pirates, marines, thugs – and overall just not being very well-developed in general – I was pleasantly surprised to find the stockpiled feminine products that were practically the same as the ones back in my old home. Thank god, because I probably would've lost my mind entirely if I was forced to use anything else.

I'm not sure how I managed to forget about my monthly cycle, though it's probably attributed to many a harrowing face-off, usually with death itself... Regardless, the point I'm trying to make here is that this is way worse than any of my past experiences with my period. It feels like there are two hands wrapped around my uterus, wringing out its contents incessantly (and they were a bit too effective at it). And then, after that, those hands decide to use the base of my spine as a punching bag. Don't even get me started on the head ache.

Chopper, after a minor freakout, began the process of elimination. Had my symptoms always been like this? No. Had I eaten anything weird? No. Had I been smoking? No... Drinking? No!

Have I been exercising more than usual? Well, yes... Have I been sleeping well? Uh– not exactly. Have I been stressed out more than usual? Yikes.