One Piece But Luffy Is Flirty As Fuck.

One Piece but Luffy is flirty as fuck.

This boy was raised on a bar until he was seven. He spend most of his time with Shanks in said bar and idolized that man. He heard so many things.

Then he was sent to live with literal bandits and I'll be damned if those dumbasses never tried to rip off rich assholes by schmoozing em.

There is also Ace and Sabo. These three tricked restaurants into believing they were an adult man. I can't imagine Ace not taking the role a little too far and flirting with waiters. Sabo was raised rich and he never grew out of that gentelmanly passive aggressive flirtation tactics that work on rich women, whick consisted of body language and small touches on the hands, shoulders and hair. After Sabo's incident it was only two of them Luffy would sweet talk people to distract them as Ace piled up dishes from the kitchen.

Worst thing is, he doesn't even know he is doing it. He is constantly using words like: love, honey, sugar, sweetheart, etc... and his crew just gets used to it along with pecks on the cheek and pats on their shoulders, arms, cheeks, legs... They know he doesn't mean anything bad by it but their first meeting were awkward at best.

Luffy: All this heat must be getting to your pretty head, what about you come with me sugar and sail the seas?

Zoro *thinking*: I will kill this guy.

-after all the fiasco-

Luffy: What do you say, love? Ready to go?

Zoro *thinking*: Wtf? I'm... gay?

Zoro: Aye aye, captain.

Luffy *twirling a lock of Nami's hair on his fingers*: You know stealing is bad, kitten.

Nami: Listen here you fuck-

Luffy: I knew your daddy, he was a nice guy, very handsome, just like you.

Nami, Usopp: WTF MAN???

(Zoro is getting the hang of Luffy-ism at the time so he doesn't outwardly react but still feels the shiver)

Luffy: All Blue can have all the fish at the sea, if only I get to keep you, darlin'.

Sanji *panicking bc some weirdo is flirting w him*: Nu-uh. I'm into women. Go away. Go. Just go!

Luffy: *Only ever addresses Vivi as Princess*

Luffy: The real monster is my heart, can't you hear it roaring?

Chopper *a doctor*: What do YOU MEAN YOUR HEART IS ROARING?!

Luffy: Sure u can stay Mama.

Robin: *morbidly curious and entertained*

Luffy: Wow, look at those guns, baby.

Franky: *too dense to know what flirting look like*

Franky: I know right. They are SUPER.

Brook: I can't feel anything. Why? Because I'm all bones and no skin! Yohohohoho!

Luffy: Does that mean you can't feel my love for you?🥺

Brook *panicked*: Of course I feel it! Deep in my bones! Yohohohohoho...

Luffy: You can have my heart mr. tall, dark and handsome.

Law * Slightly suspicious*: No thanks.

Luffy: U sure, sweetheart? It beats for u. *Wink wink*

Law *100% suspicious*: U-huh.

Luffy *At Wano*: Kids! Daddy is back!

Crew: *Cheers*

Jimbe *Resigned after Impel Down plus Marinefors plus Mermaid Island*: Yeah kids, daddy's home!

Everyone is mortified. Straw Hats are the flirtiest bunch u will ever meet. And Shanks doesn't even know what he has created.

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ssf1

1 month ago

wdym the lestappen lore begins with charles (CHARLES!) being so mad at losing a karting race that he finishes second, then proceeds to drive 15 year old max verstappen into a puddle full of mud in val d’argenton.

you mean to say that teenaged charles was so resentful about losing that he did something so utterly unsportsmanlike (but pettily hilarious) to spite his rival…after the race was already finished.

that max, who was told he could never lose, who was taught to anticipate everything his competitors did - was blindsided by the frustration of a boy who wanted first place just as much as he did.

you’re telling me that they raced side by side as hungry, focused young people; wheel to wheel to the finish line with nothing but their skill, the karts their families gave them, and raw ambition. that this is a core memory for them and the stuff of legend for other racers in their peer group.

then you’re telling me that the both of them made the sacrifices. raced even harder. that other people noticed and named one mad max, the other il predestinato.

you tell me that they made it to the top level of f1 - a statistical improbability, literally two of thousands and thousands who tried - and are now two of the top drivers in the entire world.

and now, they sit in front of dozens of media, millions of fans, decibels of deafening noise — and they laugh and joke about this over a decade later.

so you can try to iron out the creases, PR train the champions, teach the athletes to guard their words. you can hone both men into carefully gleaming icons.

but in their heart of hearts, they are just this: two boys, determined to get to the finish line by passing each other first.

this is my roman empire actually.