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quite a short one today in order to prepare for the very very long chapter 30. Which will wreck you prob lmao


Chapter 29 – The Youngest Brother


As Luffy and Zoro, one rubbing his eyes free of the last dregs of sleep, emerge from the kitchen, the swordsman makes sure both notes are secure in his pocket and takes a look around the deck, momentarily blinded by the sunlight. The air is cold and sharp, and the sky above is grey for the first time since they left the Terror. They are well and truly in the throes of the northern climate. Across the deck, Robin and Franky are making conversation, the latter leaning against the wheel. In the crow's nest, Zoro can make out a flash of orange hair. Sanji and Law are standing near the port-side railing, talking quietly, and Zoro raises an eyebrow as he realises that they both look angry. Even Law.

Before he can comment, however, Nami's voice rings out from above. "Land ho! Bear east!"

"Got it, Nami-sis!" Franky calls back, turning to the wheel and squinting into the distance as the rest of the crew move into action as one, hauling the sails into place and unfurling them to catch the wind. The Merry Go turns, creaking slightly as she does, and soon all of the strawhats can make out the approaching island on the clear horizon. Blanketed with frost that is visible from even this distance, Revolutionary HQ is surrounded by iron-grey seas and seems oddly silent. It looms out of the water like a glittering beast, and Luffy squirms uncomfortably at the sight of it. Something about the place doesn't feel right.

"Let's go around the outside, try to find a place to dock!" Nami instructs, slipping down from the crow's nest with the grace of a cat leaping from a rooftop. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she glances over to Sanji, who's grimacing. The cold always makes his stump ache. Chopper looks close to running over to him, but instead stays put next to Brook, manning the sails.

"Aye, aye!"

It takes about half an hour but eventually, the Strawhat Pirates find a secluded little bay to drop anchor at. Luffy jumps off the boat and into the shallows before the anchor is even fully down, eager to explore, and comes up shaking and spluttering. Apparently, the water is far too cold for his liking. Shivering from head to toe, he drags himself to shore, and while the other strawhats take the plunge one by one – some far more gracefully than others – he glances around the beach.

A few metres from him is a dilapidated little wooden boardwalk, and propped up against it, is the weathered, dull skeleton of a speedboat.

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Soon, Ace finds an abandoned, dilapidated pier around to the south side of the island and drags himself and his bright yellow speedboat onto the rough wood. It feels suspiciously unsteady under his feet but it's land – sweet, sweet northern land. Depositing Striker on the cold rocks, Ace stretches his stiff muscles and slips his (somehow still surviving) striped bag over his shoulder. Pidge is still asleep, breathing softly into the hollow behind Ace's ear, and the teen tugs at his scarf.


"Luffy!"

Jerking back to reality, the young captain glances up to see Nami looking at him curiously from the shallows. He's been staring at the old boat for a few seconds or longer, apparently. Shaking off the strange feeling that grips him at the sight of the worn old husk, Luffy grins brightly at his navigator.

"Sorry, Nami! I just got distracted."

"Yeah, well, don't," Nami says, swatting the back of his head lightly. "We have to concentrate. The revs are in a tough spot right now, so they're hardly going to trust a group of strangers."

"They're in a tight spot?" Luffy asks, brushing sand off the knees of his wet shorts as the other strawhats approach. "What do you mean?"

"Since-" Nami lowers her voice, eyes darting to Franky. "Since Water 7, it's become pretty obvious that the navy are planning to bomb out the north just like they did with the west. It was always a matter of time, of course, but it's still extremely bad news for them."

"Oh," replies Luffy, looking a little put-out. "Won't they run out of bombs or something?"

Nami goes to reply but before she can, the other strawhats arrive, standing around them on the rough, cold sand. Sanji's face is still tense with pain, hand shaking slightly, but he says nothing. Law moves and stands so silently with the group that it's almost like he isn't there, despite the fact that the strawhats know all too well that he is.

"Where now, captain?" Zoro asks in a business-like tone, resting a hand on his swords.

"Into the forest!" Luffy replies, eyes bright with excitement. "Let's go!"


The forest is tranquil and still, and the ground feels like it's moving beneath his feet. It's a side-effect of spending long lengths of time at sea that Ace has grown pretty used to. Moving silently through the trees, the fourteen (near fifteen) year old glances down at his hands, still taken aback slightly by their soft callouses and thick, sailor-birthed tan. Do Sabo's hands look like his do now? Do Luffy's, even?

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As they make their way into the undergrowth, the crew moving as a united, unanimous unit. As the ocean and Merry fade behind them, obscured by trees and foliage, Luffy's body starts to thrum with excitement. He has to resist the urge to run ahead. Only a forest away, maybe even less than a mile, is Ace. He's going to be with his big brothers. It's all going to be okay.

Memories flash behind his eyelids with every step. How long has it been since he saw their silver eyes, Ace's cheeky grin and childish freckles, Sabo's warm hugs and deep-rooted affection? How many years have passed since he was last wrapped up in the warmth of them both, since he last felt truly safe? Far too long – Luffy knows that, at least. Anticipation resounds through the teen's bones like a drug, and as he glances around the crew he can see it in some of their faces too; Zoro and Nami's, even Sanji's. Strangely, even Usopp looks slightly hopeful (what for, Luffy doesn't know).

"Slow down, Luffy-ya," Law says in an unimpressed tone, as said pirate nearly runs headlong into a tree. When Luffy turns to him, he feels something cold slip through him at his expression. The look on his face is vaguely desperate. It has the same anticipation as Nami and Zoro's, but far more hunger, far more animalistic elation at the thought of what awaits them.

Spooked, Luffy turns away from the older teen and pushes forward, walking faster, uncomfortable. The strawhats push forward, faster and faster to keep up with their captain, until they break out of the forest into a wide, empty field. Across from them, at the other end of the field, is a mass of white-walled, clinical looking buildings surrounded by a barbed wire fence. Their windows are all barred, something which dregs up a harsh feeling in Luffy as he recalls the last place he was in with barred windows.

The strawhats exchange looks, all uncomfortable, before Luffy makes his way forward cautiously and the rest follow. As he walks slowly, something between predator and prey, he looks around at the rest of his crew. Most look uncomfortable, and Chopper and Usopp are clinging to each other, sticking close to Zoro. Law's face is perfectly blank but for the slight upturn of one of his eyebrows. Robin looks grave and, possibly, even a little angry. The second she sees Luffy staring, however, the expression disappears from the amnesiac's face without a trace.

Closer to the fence now, the strawhats can make out a yellow sign, bright and bold with black lettering, mounted upon it. The sign is well maintained, and looks relatively new. The pirates hang back slightly as their captain moves to examine it, but after a few seconds, he turns back to look at Zoro pleadingly. The swordsman moves forward without a word, seeming to understand what his captain wants, and reads the sign himself.

"Luffy's illiterate?" Nami whispers to Sanji, stunned. Surely, his parents or brothers must have taught him something.

"Yes, Nami-san," the cook murmurs in reply. "Did you hear what Law said about him 'trampling around the ash mountain'? That might explain it."

"'Law'?" Nami repeats, as said man gives a pointed yawn. "I didn't know you two were close."

Sanji's grimace deepens, and this time, it has nothing to do with the pain in his arm. "We're not."

"'Quarantined area. Keep out. Biohazard.'" Zoro's voice cuts through their conversation. "'Entry will result in severe consequences'."

"Jeez, they're angry," Luffy whines from his side. "Who cares about some bio-whazza?"

Usopp glances up and down the fence. "Look, there are more of them over that way!"

"I guess whatever they've isolated must be really dangerous, huh?" Chopper says empathetically. "I wonder if I can help them…"

"Well, should we move on?" Sanji asks, stepping forward to make eye contact with his captain. "Maybe their headquarters are further into the island."

"Yeah… Yeah, okay! Everyone, let's go!" Luffy calls, back to the excited mass of energy that he was a minute ago. The strawhats make their way back into the trees, this time walking parallel to the fence, and the boy at their head bounces along like an overexcited yo-yo until he trips over a root, going sprawling with a yell and scraping his knees. As he stands, he sends the root an affronted look, almost as if he's accusing it of betraying him.


Ace stumbles over a root and lurches forward, Pidge falling into his arms with a small squawk. Resituating him on his shoulder, Ace runs to catch up with Thatch, who is waiting a few feet ahead. Now that he has time to properly look at the man, Ace can see that he's wearing an outfit not dissimilar to that of a chef, and his auburn hair is styled into a ridiculous, though slightly impressive, pompadour. He has the overall look of a friendly, if slightly childish, man in his late twenties or early thirties. If he was a little older, maybe Ace would have his reservations (Ace has never really trusted the older ones), but Thatch is probably only ten years or so out of his teens himself, so Ace doesn't feel so on-edge.


"Come on, Luffy, we can't hang around!" Nami calls, even though she and the rest of the crew have been lagging just behind Luffy the entire time. "It can't be much further!"

"Yeah, yeah," Luffy replies, running to catch up with the rest of his crew.

It doesn't take them much longer to reach what looks like a small town, lined on both sides by shops, the streets wide and cobbled with brightly painted stone. All of the stores, however, are boarded up and grimy, rotted like dirty teeth all sandwiched up together. The streets are empty, the windows of houses dark, and frost glints on the dulled cobblestone. The carcass of a wooden food cart lies in pieces in the middle of the street, as if abandoned by somebody without care for what happened to it.

Luffy shivers at the sight of it, moving slightly closer to his first mate, distinctly uncomfortable. "L-Let's try to find the HQ, okay?" Whether his teeth are chattering from cold or fear, nobody can tell, and nobody asks. This place feels like the skeleton of a town, stripped of its skin, riddled with pockets of empty space and close to disintegrating into dust.

Without a word, the group follow Luffy down the street, sticking close together as the very air of this place seems to press in on all sides. This feels like a warzone, tense and constantly wary of attack, and they are the lone soldiers edging through the trenches. Everything about this place feels still; still in waiting, in fear, in anticipation. They walk on for an indefinite amount of time, passing street after identical street, but soon, Usopp glances up a sidestreet. His face melts into confusion and intrigue, and he says out loud, "Guys, I think that might be it."

The other nine people look in the same direction, eyes landing on a large building sandwiched in a back alley, seeming too large to exist there. It's wooden and panelled with slats of oak, and there are two double-doors at the entrance. It stretches so tall above the street that it probably looks over the entire island. Surprisingly, there are no guards at the entrance.

"Hey, look, it's their flag!" Franky says, pointing to a black strip of fabric fluttering in the wind high above the building, tied to a metal pole that glints under the grey sky. "That must be it, bro!"

"Yeah…" Luffy still looks uneasy, but shrugs it off, and he and the Strawhat Pirates start walking as one towards the large building. As they walk, they slip subconsciously into position – Zoro flanks Luffy like a shadow, Nami, Usopp and Sanji walking behind the pair, all tense and ready for battle. Brook, Chopper and Franky follow just behind them, Chopper in walk point, and all three are followed closely by Robin and Law, both of whom look uneasy. Unexpectedly, they all make it to the doors without interference, and Luffy shoots a look left and right before taking a deep breath, excitement flooding through his veins, and slamming his fist into the doors.

"What an entrance…!" Brook says, half in awe, as the doors slam open.

Sanji looks like he's resisting the urge to slap his forehead at his captain's antics, and as chaos erupts inside the building, he fails in that aspect entirely. "Way to get them angry," he mutters in irritation, preparing grudgingly for what he knows will be a battle.


It's Marco's first day away from the infirmary in a good few weeks now, and the other commanders are being… Delicate, to say the very least. It's common knowledge in headquarters that he collapsed a month ago, while trying to conduct a meeting with some potential western allies, and people are treating him like he's made of glass. Deep down, the man can't find it within himself to complain. It's reassuring to know that they care, at least, even if they can all be overbearing. Even Thatch, off on a mission near Stormy Down, calls him at least twice an hour, worried out of his mind.

Marco himself feels the definition of worn down. His muscles and bones throb, aching every time he moves. His eyes feel heavy and sore. There's a tiredness buried deep in his core, one that refuses to fade no matter what he does. Every piece of his body, every cell he possesses, is strung out to the point of painfulness. Five people have commented on how tired he looks since he left the infirmary this morning, and he's just about had enough of assuring people that he's fine.

He luckily gets a break from it, however, when he's eating lunch in the main hall and the doors suddenly explode inwards with an impossibly loud crash. Surprisingly, even in his state, Marco is the quickest to move. Out of his seat in a split second, he darts forward and comes to a halt right in front of the open doors, standing between the people in the hall and the double doors. Breathing heavily, the Gift user squints into the daylight, which shrouds the enemies in shadow and makes them into mere silhouettes. It takes a moment for his eyes to focus on the light, but when they do, he's met with the sight he was least expecting.

A group of mismatched people, the majority of them in their teens, stand in formation outside the doors of Revolutionary HQ. The one at the front who apparently punched open the doors is wearing a red vest and blue shorts, lined with white fur. His sandaled feet are wet with frost and dew, and his face is young and childish, eyes wide and warm brown in colour. He looks quite young, fourteen or fifteen at most.

Beside him stands a slightly older teen with short green hair and three swords sheathed at his side. He's tall, tanned and scowling, tense and ready for battle. Every move he makes, even the way he stands, mirrors that of the first teen; presumably, then, he's his leader. Behind them stand multiple others in a line, and as Marco scans them, they get stranger and stranger. A tired, sallow young man with dark hair and skin, and a yellow sweatshirt. A woman with long, black hair who Marco recognises, but can't identify. A younger woman with orange hair in curls down her back and a staff over her shoulder. A man with tanned skin and a long nose, holding a slingshot and shaking. A goddamn reindeer. A man with a yellow shirt who towers over the group, monstrously large forearms hanging at his sides. A skeleton. With an afro.

Now, Marco has been a revolutionary nearly his entire life and loved every minute of it. And he would consider the revs to be a pretty diverse group.

But this is a new level of diverse.

"Who are you, yoi?" the man asks after a few seconds of shocked silence, breaking out of his thoughts. There's a dark edge to his voice that shows that he means business.

The teen at the front doesn't seem to pick up on it. "I'm Luffy!" he beams, "And we're the Strawhat Pirates!"

"'Strawhat'?" Marco asks on reflex, exchanging a glance with his father, who is standing from his seat. Both know how meaningful that word is.

"Yeah!" Luffy replies, reaching behind him to hook his fingers around something hanging on his neck by a string and pull it onto his head. Something very, very familiar. His hat.

Marco realises that he's staring at the hat intently and coughs, trying to reassert his intimidating stance in the situation. "Alright, 'Strawhat Pirates', why are you here?" he asks coldly.

"We're not here for a fight," Zoro says calmly, taking a step forwards, but he continues to let his hand rest on his swords. "There's a man employed here who all of us need to see."

"Who?"

"Ace," Luffy replies in a startlingly determined voice. To the strawhats' surprise, a number of the revolutionaries surrounding them flinch, including Marco, and turn away. The air itself seems to plummet in warmth, atoms freezing in a barrier between the pirates and the rebellion, guilt and secrecy almost tangible all around them.

"How do you know him?" Marco asks after a second, suddenly looking at Luffy in an extremely calculating manner. Every person in the hall seems to draw breath.

"He's my big brother!" Luffy says, and his grin softens around the edges to form a smile so compassionate, so familiar that it feels like a punch to Marco's gut. He can faintly hear Izo's gasp from a few feet behind him, and whispers break out like ripples through the hall.

Not everybody knows the full story of Ace's brothers, but they all know that he has a thing about brothers. Some theorized, while he was still at HQ, that he and Leo were brothers by how close they were. Others thought his brothers were in the navy, or the government. Others still thought they were revolutionaries like him. All anybody knew for sure was that whenever anybody mentioned brothers, even if he tried to hide it, Ace would clam up and often leave quite soon afterwards. Only Marco and a few commanders know the full truth; about his two little brothers, one working undercover in the navy, the other most likely dead.

Luffy, as far as Marco knows, is the dead one.

When the second-in-command fails to answer, mouth hanging open, Whitebeard himself finally steps forward. His footsteps shake the ground itself, as loud and as forceful as earthquakes. Most of the strawhats flinch and a few take steps backwards, nervy in the presence of the hulking, intimidating man. Even Zoro, Nami and Sanji, all three with nerves of steel after all they've been through, look close to backing away. Only Luffy holds his nerve, looking up at the huge man above him, seeming so very small.

They lock eyes for a split second, yellow into deep brown, frown into deep scowl. The hall holds its breath. Marco feels a strange sense of déjà vu flood through him.

"How do we know you're telling the truth, brat?" Whitebeard's voice rumbles through the very foundations of the island, sending cracks through the bedrock. "You and your 'crew' might be planning to kill us, for all we know." His voice mocks the very idea that they could. "We don't take kindly to pirates, boy."

"You're Ace's dad-guy, right?" Luffy almost growls, startling the watching crowd at the intensity in his voice. "Then, if you're not gonna let me see my brother, I'll just have to kick your ass! Some rusty old shithead can't stop me from seeing my big brother! Either you let me see him right now, or you're gonna die before I do!"

Their gazes intensify, a battle of power in the air between their met eyes, electricity seeming to race across the room from where both Whitebeard and Luffy stand. All Marco can do is stare, exhausted and dumbfounded, as some strange, alien force of will pulses through the room like a tidal wave. It's like watching a lion cub face off against an orc – one tiny fifteen year old against a wall of pure power. The rest of the room is captivated, drawn into the battle even if it hasn't turned physical yet.

Then, breaking the stillness, Whitebeard suddenly laughs a booming laugh. The teen with the slingshot, still shaking, almost falls over. Luffy remains tense, face still stony, but he relaxes slightly at the sound of laughter. Edward Newgate's low, gurgling laugh echoes out over every watching ear.

"Cheeky little brat! Ace isn't here." His tone cares not for mercy, nor for compassion, completely the opposite of the tone he uses when talking to Marco. "He left a good few months ago now. Do you really think you can get him back when the entire Revolutionary Army couldn't?"

Something breaks in Luffy's face and for a second, a heartbroken child gazes out of his eyes. Pure anguish and disappointment bloom across his young face. From behind him, the familiar woman says, "Well, Whitebeard-san, you know nothing of my captain's power. Maybe he can do what you and your organisation couldn't." Her voice has a sharp edge.

"Nico Robin," Whitebeard says, mildly surprised. The name rings a bell for Marco, but he says nothing. "How's Angel?"

Robin stiffens, and the rest of her crew glance to her. "I don't know what you're referring to," she says in a tense voice, every word carefully calculated before it leaves her mouth. "There was an incident a few weeks ago, and I was caught in the Water 7 explosion. My captain and crew rescued me, but could not stop the ensuing psychological damage; retrograde amnesia."

Whitebeard raises an eyebrow in disbelief, but says nothing.

Luffy cuts in again, pain gone from his face and replaced with pure determination. "You said you guys couldn't get Ace back?"

"Yes, brat. So what makes you think you can? Do you really think you can keep up with the war that's coming?"

Luffy raises his head, jaw set, and stares right into the giant's yellow eyes. "'Course I can."


"Just a brat," Whitebeard comments, not disdainfully. "Reckon you can make it around here, kid?"

Ace steels himself, facing a human mountain. "'Course I can."


Some questions you should be asking yourselves:

- wtf is up with the quarantine?
- what's gonna happen to thatch?
- robin what

Thanks for reading!

Tetsik, Chapter 28, Jun 22:

Girl.. who saved Robin? Why do I get vibes from that one female from Film Z? AND NOW ZORO IS HIDING SOMETHING. AHHH, JFC- LAW. LAW'S PLANNING SOMEtHING. RIGHT? RIGHTT? and also aw thanks about the avatar thing

Won't tell you if you're right or wrong with her! But good guess, it's pretty accurate! Maybe it's true? Hmm. And YEAH zoro's being a little shit, of course. I mean I love the guy but damn he's secretive in this fic. Another little shit – law. Fucking law. I love the guy but holy fuck, he's so evil at times.

Anytime, your avatar is really cool! Ily, talk soon!

ScandinavianTrash, Chapter 28, Jun 22:

Poor Torao has to suffer through Luffy
That cliffy at Robin's memory slowly kills me XD
A traitor...
Great, more mystery notes :D
Zoro, what are you hiding *squints*
You're still taking breaks when needed, right?
Update~

(Can I just say how fun you are to chat to omg)
yesss, cause let's face it, that's the entire plot of the dressrosa arc lmao. And yep, that cliffy was mean, huh? Don't worry, it's most definitely not the last one lol
TRAITOR. AND NOTES. AND ZORO BEING AN ABSOLUTE DICK. THIS CHAPTER WAS WILD I KNOW
yeah, I'm taking breaks I promise! Thanks for asking!
talk soon, ily!

Guest, Chapter 28, Jun 22:

I love how you made Zoro so protective and smart, he noticed Sanji's behaviour, got Nami to share her information and noticed the fox she missed and he still knows something more. Two different 49 organisations then?
So Sanji and Law have a history together, so many questions.
Great chapter as always, thank you so much.

Yep, zoro's an idiot but he knows his stuff when it comes to protecting his crew. And two diff organizations? Maybe. Maybe three. Maybe ten. I don't even know anymore
indeed, many many questions. All will be answered, I swear!
thanks, talk soon!

Amelia Pan, Chapter 28, Jun 22:

OMG you're hellbent on killing me! Yes, you want to drown me in mystery! LUCFER49... They look like initials, maybe? And there are two organisations apparently, one evil and one good? Koala is part of the latter and we saw earlier that the one marked with the fox symbol doesn't care about not hurting innocent people, Sabo is a victim of the fox after all. By the way, the way you described Sanji's facial expressions while Robin held him with her powers after his failed murder attempt made it look like he was mind-controlled or something. Like Hailey, and Usopp when he had the mask. And Sanji is getting restless because he knows he'll soon receive an order to do something unforgivable? Like... betraying someone? IDK. I don't think Hailey was herself back when you first introduced her. Maybe in the beginning when her and Nami first met, but then Shanks accidentally leaving her with the bad guys sounds odd. Did Shanks know that Hailey was beyond saving already? Because I don't see him abandoning innocents. I'm wringing my brains here to find out what the title of this chapter means and what the big revelation is. So far I have behavioral engineering, B. Skinner's research and his Walden Two book about an utopian community. I don't know if I'm on the right track, please let me know. PS: I don't know why my PM didn't reach you, I'll try to write it again on the laptop, aka my mother's 'favourite toy' that she never lets out of her sight. That might require some pretty advanced stealth skills and cunning on my part, so wish me luck!PPS: Make sure you rest as much as you need and please look after your health above everything else! (I am a med student and I know the importance of sleep, even though I don't get much myself!)

Heyo!

Yep, I am most definitely out to get you right in the feels. Evil, I know! But I'm an ass like that. LUCFER49 is one of the biggest mysteries in the whole thing, and really complicated. All I'm saying is that if it is an acronym, well…what in this fic begins with L?
I wouldn't exactly call them just 'good' and 'bad'. They're both complex and honestly p terrifying in their own rights. But you'll learn more abt that later, I'm sure!
haley…as if said before, she's an enigma. You wont really learn her role until sab's arc (around chapter 39-40, I think. But nobody's even gotten close yet!
you're on the right track a little, what with the psychology thing, but I'd suggest looking up who wrote the Law of Effect and then going from there – what else did they write? What is the Law of Effect?
still haven't gotten a pm, but it's okay, I'm sure I'll get it at some point! Until then, I hope you like this chapter, and yes, I'll take care of myself! I promise!

ariririsu, Chapter 28, Jun 23:

Lucfer49. Look for 49. One's true, one's not.
You motherfucking genius. You never cease to amaze me with little clues.
also I have become even more emotional because being a female fucking sucks, so when I read the newest chapter I fucking cried you son of a bitch I am and will put all of the blame on you for everything that makes me want to suck a poisonous snake dry in this god damn fic
I love you but I hate that you always manage to keep me hanging from a god damn cliff with a finger
I hope you're satisfied you broke yet another piece of myself apart

(holyfuckingshitithinkyoujustsolvedtheentirefic)

Holy fuck. YOU motherfucking genius. I love you? You figured out a really big thing?! I'm so happy wow
please don't cry! *offers tissues and cupcakes* don be sad friend I promise the ending is happy.
I love you too, and don't worry, you'll get back onto the cliff soon. Kinda.
*hugs* ily, talk soon!

zoewinter1, Chapter 28, Jun 23:

THE PLOT THICKENS AND LAW IS DANGEROUS AND SO I SANJI AND WHAT IS GOING ON? honestoy we're getting close to the end of the Luffy arc (I think) and then its the Sabo arc! (i think) and we finally all get to put our theories to the test

FUCK YEAH HE'S DANGEROUS! But not in the way you're expecting…
yep, soon comes the sab arc! And it just brings more mysteries lmao
also! Just read the new control chapter and I am in love with you. With the fic. With Iva. With everything. I loved it sm thank you so much for posting the masterpiece *hugs for about seven hours*

Red-Hot Habanero, Chapter 28, Jun 23:

Note to self; don't read this story before bed, it will keep you up all night over thinking what's going to happen.
Want, hold up first Sanji tries to kill Robin, then there is a traitor on board, and Law and Sanji have a history together. Nope my poor heart can't take much more.
Thanks for the great chapter.

Heya! Yepp, lots of mysteries, I know! Don't worry, soon comes the sabo arc! …and then just more mysteries
thank YOU for reviewing! it means so much! Ily!