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Kobylu Week 2024 ‼️‼️‼️
Day 1: Role Swap 🐶
There, standing on the windowsill of a random room on the fifth floor of Luffy’s base, is Mad Dog Koby, Captain of the Bloodhound Pirates.
Oh, and the love of Luffy’s life.
Day 2: Fantasy Au 💎
It is then Koby notices the pair of sharp black horns protruding out of his hair. Not an elf, then; just Koby’s luck to encounter the worse option while alone without anyone to notice his absence beyond a slight, annoyed, passing thought.
The demon studies him, face inches away from Koby, whose body has caught up with the direness of his situation.
Day 3: Angst 📱
Bile rises up his throat, and tears form in the corner of his eyes, and so he swallows and he closes them, and he takes deep breaths and stops. Doesn’t allow himself to go through with it.
Koby doesn’t know how to go through with it, he’s never had a break up before. He’s never had to make his world smaller before, only the opposite.
Day 4: Teacher Co-Workers Au 🐵
Shirahoshi subtly clears her eyes with the back of her index finger and makes eye contact with a brown haired man who waves at her with a wide smile. She confusedly waves back and goes back to her notes.
She scribbles “Fascism = Dismantling the system” then she stills.
There’s only windows to her right.
Day 5: On Land 🐱
Luffy wakes up from one of the best naps he’s ever had by falling off his hammock. He yelps, scrambling to grip something to stay up. His claws—huh?—sink into the fabric of a curtain and leave about six long slashes in it. His back paws (he thinks) also grip the curtain and he comes to a stop a few inches off the floor. His tail swings back and forth, hitting the wood with each swing and isn’t that a funny feeling.
Day 6: Future 🎂
“So, how’s the daughter?” She receives two whines in response. “Oh, please, stop being dramatic. My niece’s an angel!”
Luffy peers up from under the coffee table, frowning. Koby gives her a less intense, but still equally bewildered, stare.
“She punched Koby in the throat yesterday!”
Day 7: Free Prompt 🥔
A hand stops her, gripping her wrist tightly, almost but not quite painfully, and Koby startles back. The breeze turns into a cold gust of fast wind, stealing the warmth of the moment. Koby shakes, hair once more hitting her face, and is afraid to look down at the stranger. She opens her eyes carefully, and her vision is filled with red.
Koby wakes up with a gasp, clutching her chest and covered in sweat.
She doesn’t remember her dream at all.
