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: I love writing chaos, and this is probably the most chaotic thing I've written in a while! In fact your request sounded very not chaotic, my brain just took it there so I'm very sorry but still.. Enjoy!!?
The marketplace was alive with the usual chaos, merchants shouting, food sizzling, the air thick with the scent of spices and grilled meat. Your crew had scattered to gather supplies, but you? You had one goal. The food.
And there it was, a glorious plate of skewers, still steaming from the grill, sitting atop a vendor's stall. The glaze shimmered in the sunlight, the charred edges just begging to be eaten. You stepped forward, stomach growling, fingers reaching.
Only for another hand, much too quick, to grab the plate at the exact same time. You blinked, turning to face the culprit. A grinning stranger, wearing a red vest and a beat up straw hat, stared right back at you, holding onto the plate like his life depended on it.
"Oi" you said, gripping tighter. "Hands off, I saw it first". "No way!" The stranger's grin stretched wider. "I touched it first, so it's mine!". You gasped. "That's not how it works at all!"
"Sure it is!" He tugged at the plate, eyes sparkling with the same kind of childish determination you knew lived in your own. Oh. Oh, this guy was just like you.
The vendor, sensing disaster, ducked behind the stall. The surrounding crowd started backing away, watching as you and the mystery meat thief locked eyes, neither of you willing to back down.
And then.. CRACK. The plate snapped in half. The skewers tumbled to the ground in slow motion, landing in the dusty road beneath you. A heavy silence settled over the marketplace.
You and the stranger stared down at the fallen food, mouths parted in matching expressions of horror. "... You dropped my food" you whispered.
He looked equally scandalised. "Your food?! That was MY meat!". Then, at the exact same time, you both lunged.
The fight was, to be honest, one of the most fun fights you'd had in a while. The stranger was fast, weirdly stretchy, and laughed every time you landed a hit. He threw punches with the kind of reckless joy you recognised in yourself, grinning wide even when you dodged at the last second.
"Hey, why do your arms do that?!" you asked mid dodge as he flung a fist at you from five feet away. "I ate the Gomu Gomu no mi!" he declared proudly, stretching his leg back like a slingshot.
"Ohhh, that's awesome!" You barely managed to duck before his foot whizzed past your head. "I want one of those". "Well, you can't have mine!" He grinned. "But you can still try to beat me!"
"Alright then". You cackled as you grabbed his hat right off his head, yanking it down over his eyes. He squawked, arms flailing wildly. "Hey! No fair!". "All's fair in meat and war!" You used the opening to slam your foot into his stomach, sending him skidding back.
