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    So much has happened in your life, with many huge changes. You became a pirate, got into the Grand Line, and now, travelling the New World. You’ve come so far with these crazy changes in your life, but none of them were quite as impactful as one specific event that lead to the biggest changes of all: the two years you and everyone in the Straw Hat crew spent away from each other. Those two years caused major changes, some of which could be specifically directed between you and a certain sniper.      “Yo, Usopp!” You called out across the deck, approaching the said man.    Usopp looked up from absently staring out to s

       Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, Oda-senpai does but I do own this story. I also do not own the picture. If you do not like this, feel free to tell me where to improve. If any part of this story is related to your story in any way, it is purely coincidental.  No. This can't be happening. Not when he, your "lover", is in this incredible "illness". The "illness" of not being able to commit to you. To always flirt with other girls. Not just flirting, touching too. You were pregnant.  With tears in your eyes, you quickly walked to the infirmary, seeing some concerned looks. But those people did not include Sanji. What was he doing

        “What? You teamed up with a Warlord?!” I yelled at Luffy once I found out when we were at Punk Hazard’s 3rd Laboratory.        “Yep! This is Tra-guy! Let’s be nice to each other!” Luffy said in his casual, happy-go-lucky attitude. Trafalgar Law only looked at me in the eyes with that lifeless gaze of his and remained stationary, with his arms crossed over his chest.        That attitude pissed me off. Both of them.        “Hell no, I’m not teaming up with someone who kisses the Government’s ass!” I screamed and remained in the background of the commotion for the rest of th

Zuko crouched on the sandy beach grasping the loose sand on his hand and watched it fall aimlessly between the spaces of his fingers. He never really thought of his break-up with his previous relationship up until recently when he discovered that Mai was engaged to be married. In a week no less.            It's not like he hasn't moved on from his nearly stoic ex-girlfriend. In fact he found it a breath of fresh air when she cut loose her chains around him because in honesty, Mai was a handful for a girlfriend. Not to mention the fact that she was expensive and high maintenance. Though money was never a problem for the young firelord, it st

You sat under a tree on a warm autumn day with your hands behind your head, making a substitute for a pillow, the sunlight creeping through the branches and the surviving leaves and bouncing off your (s/c) skin. Today wasn't a normal day, usually it would be pouring it down with rain since it was mid autumn, but, since it wasn't, you might as well enjoy the warmth from the sun and the nice cool breeze you would get every now and then while it lasted. "Hey, (Name)!" a voice came from your right, a voice that is always filled with so much joy and hope, the voice that always manages to put a smile on your face when you hear it. Your eyes flutte

The night was quiet. Everyone was asleep. Everyone but you and Luffy. The two of you were sneaking into the kitchen for some food. Well, not exactly food. A batch of chocolate icing to be exact. There was still some left over from today, and you wanted it badly. "Ne, _______, how are we gonna get it?" Luffy asked. "The fridge is locked!" "Don't worry! I'm good at lock picking." You winked, pushing open the door to the kitchen slowly. You and Luffy crept inside and closed the door behind you quietly. When you reached the fridge, you pulled out two pieces of metal, specially made for picking locks. You stuck them into the lock and poked arou

                                           Steve x Reader ~ Can’t Let Her Go ~ One-Shot     Steve looked dejectedly into his mug. Black coffee, just like he always drank it. He sighed again; he just couldn't enjoy himself anymore at what used to be his favorite café in the city. Not since she'd left.     Things weren’t going much better for you on your train ride to your new home in Chicago. You still had one of Steve’s hoodies, and made the mistake of wearing it on your journey. It was huge, comfy, and smelled just like him. You could feel yourself tearing up, thinking back to the “breakup” a couple d