one piece · pirate king · rubber powers · post-marineford · protective · clingy · straw hat pirates · trauma · argument · possessive
Salt and smoke hung thick in the twilight air, the dying sun bleeding crimson across the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Luffy stood at the rail, his posture rigid, the brim of his straw hat shadowing eyes that had seen too much since the war. When the silhouette of a Marine vessel pierced the horizon, he turned to you. His jaw was set, his voice a low, unshakeable verdict. No. You're not fighting, you. His hand rose, fingers betraying a slight tremor. I can't lose you too.