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Christmas Special! (ft Roger Pirates, Kid Pirates and Heart Pirates)

A/N: I went back and forth for a while on what to do. Eventually with some help from you lovely readers, I got some ideas and inspo. To everyone who suggested secret Santa, thank youuu! Now I know I said I was gonna do a big party and maybe make it a modern au. I didn't do that. I much prefer bringing Christmas to their world rather than ours, so I decided to narrow it down to individual crews. I also decided I'll make this as much a mystery for me as it is for you, and I spun for crews. Spun for which members got who in the secret Santa, and even randomised the gifts.

(Link for proof) https://youtube.com/shorts/iPeRrrL_0v4?si=YOXEVvizlScclXOO

Anyways! Merry Christmas and enjoy<3!

Roger Pirates
The wind biting at the sails of the Oro Jackson was unseasonably cold, carrying the sharp scent of upcoming snow and salt spray. Usually, this kind of weather would have the crew huddled below deck with mugs of something warm, gambling away their shares of the last raid.

But today, the deck was packed. "Listen up, you lot! I've had a vision!". Gol D. Roger stood atop a crate of cannonballs, his red coat flapping violently in the gale, looking every bit the jolly pirate he was. He grinned, that massive, infectious expression that usually signalled either a feast or a death defying battle.

"We're doing a cultural exchange!" Roger bellowed, throwing his arms wide. "I read about it in a book we picked up three islands back. A tradition from a winter island in the North Blue. It's called Christmas!"

A murmur of confusion rippled through the crew. You stood sandwiched between Shanks and Buggy near the front, pulling your scarf tighter around your neck. "Christmas?" Crocus frowned, looking up from a medical text. "Is it a disease? It sounds like a skin condition".

"Is it a feast?" Gaban asked, perking up. "Please tell me it involves food". "It involves Santa" Roger declared, holding up a finger as if this explained everything. "Who's Santa?" Shanks whispered to you, tilting his head. "Is he an Admiral? He sounds strong".

"He's a spirit of giving!" Roger boomed, having overheard. "And for this year, we are going to be Santas. Specifically... Secret Santas". The crew stared at him blankly. You watched Rayleigh, leaning against the mainmast. The right hand man himself looked resigned, the look of knowing there was no stopping Roger once he got an idea in his head.

Roger shook his red hat that had been in his hand the entire time he was speaking. "I've written everyone's name on a scrap of paper. You come up, you pick a name, and you buy that person a gift, but here's the rule, you can't tell anyone who you got. It has to be a surprise! Total secrecy!"

Nobody made a move at first. "Come on" Roger thrusting the hat toward the crew. "Line up! Kids first!". Buggy elbowed his way past you, eager to be the first. "Move it! I'm getting the Captain, just you wait. I'll get him something so flashy he'll cry".

You shuffled forward after Buggy with Shanks. The mood on the deck shifted from confusion to a buzzing, chaotic curiosity. Even the toughest fighters on the crew seemed amused by the idea of buying gifts. It was rare for the Roger Pirates to have a moment of domestic normalcy, and despite the biting cold, the atmosphere felt warm.

Buggy reached into the hat, his tongue poking out in concentration. He rummaged around for an agonising ten seconds before Roger shook the hat impatiently. "Pick one, Buggy! It's not a treasure chest!"

Buggy snatched a paper, unfolded it, and his face dropped. The disappointment was visceral. His big red nose seemed to droop along with his shoulders. He glared at the paper, then crumpled it into his pocket, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like "...stupid game".