The King
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Nakamaship, fluff.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece ;_; Isn't that just cruel?
Rating: G
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On the Going Merry, there was only one king.
And they all knew it. Every last one of them. From the first crew member to arrive to the last, no one ever disputed that Luffy was the king of them all. Strangely, One Piece didn't have anything to do with it, nor the dream of being the pirate king. It was just that Luffy was Luffy, and he had been the one to bring them all together. As their captain he now ruled over them every day, though it was undeniable that Nami made most of the important decisions.
However, they always did what Luffy wanted, no matter what it was. If he wanted to go to Sky Island, they went to Sky Island. If he wanted food, there was going to be food. But it wasn't anything to do with him being their captain, either. That was just the way it was.
One by one, he had charmed them all, and built this strange crew full of weird and wonderful people. And they all loved him for it. In return, he loved them too, and it was almost like they were family. And in a weird way, they were.