The Princess Bride (Strawhats x Reader (x Luffy))

Submission to the OnePiece-Fiction DeviantART group for their second contest. Theme: Summer/Vacation

(A/N: I do NOT own The Princess Bride, or the movie adaption. I have taken the first part of the story from the screenplay of the movie, and the rest from the book itself. I do not own One Piece, the Strawhats, or you, either.)

Ah, vacations. They can be great for people who really need a break, in this case: you. You were a part of the most lively, noisy, annoying, rambunctious pirate crew you had ever laid eyes on.

Sometimes, instead of playing around and going on adventures, you just wanted to sit back, relax, and read your favourite novel. You never got tired of this novel. It had Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautiful ladies. Snakes. Spiders. Beasts of all natures and descriptions. Pain. Death. Brave men. Coward men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles... it was too good a story to pass up whenever you had the chance to read it.

Which, ever since you joined the Straw Hat pirate crew, you almost never had a chance to read it.

Today, though, you got your chance. A couple days ago, your crew's ship, the Thousand Sunny, fell under attack by a few marine warships. The battle was short, even so, it caused the ship to be slightly damaged.

So, your captain, Luffy, made the decision to dock the ship so it could be patched up. Or, in your language: Peace, quiet... Vacation!

   The closest island was a summer one, which you were grateful for. From the moment you docked, you were off the ship and lounging on the beach of that summer island in your beach chair. Taking in the summer breeze, the relaxing warmth of the island's climate.. and the best part, grazing your eyes over your favourite book.

In the background were most of your crew either playing volleyball on the beach or playing in the shallows of the water. Zoro, who was your closest friend out of the nine of your companions, slept on the soft sand next to you. Everything was so blissful, peaceful.

Adventures were overrated compared to the vacations the straw hat crew initiated so rarely. Taking a generous sip of the lemonade Sanji had made earlier today, your free hand skimmed over the foxed and aged page and turned it, happy to be able to read your book without any interruptions.

Once you passed the second chapter, you heard heavy breathing grow closer and closer to you. Before you knew it, Luffy was standing before you, soaking wet, and catching his breath from running through the water to get to you. You looked up from your book and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yes, captain?” You asked, watching his smile grow.

“What are you reading, (y/n)?”

“My favourite book,” you simply replied, expecting Luffy to return to his endeavours in the water.

But, all that Luffy did was plop down onto the sand. He looked up at you again and grinned.

“Will you read it to me too?” He asked sweetly, his eyes shining with curiosity.

“Luffy,” you started. “The book I'm reading will surely be boring to you. It has Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautiful ladies. Snakes. Spiders. Beasts of all natures and descriptions. Pain. Death. Brave men. Coward men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles.” You half-joked.

Luffy's eyes only widened, scooting closer to you, propping his head up in his palms.

“Captain's orders, (y/n), read your book to me!” He exclaimed, which extracted a chuckle from you.

“Very well, captain.” You complied, carefully closing and turning the book over so you could start again.

Clearing your throat, you opened the book. “The Princess Bride. S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure. Chapter one: The Bride.” Whenever you read a book aloud, you always made sure that everyone knew the title of the book and the author. Even though you couldn't remember the last time you read aloud.

Looking over the top of the novel, you noticed that Sanji had joined Luffy down on the sand. Smiling, you began the tale.

“Buttercup was raised on a small farm in the country of Florin.
Her favourite pastimes were riding her horse and tormenting the farm boy that worked there.

His name was Westley, but she never called him that. Nothing gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Westley around, and"As you wish" was all he ever said to her.”

Sitting up in your chair, you suddenly began losing track of time as you read the book to your captain and the eager cook that had joined him. Slowly, as you skimmed through the chapters of The Princess Bride, the other Strawhats began to crowd around your beach chair, listening to your smooth voice read out adventure, true love, revenge, and so much more.

You voiced out all of the characters differently, using crazy accents and tones of voice. It seemed like your friends were just as interested in this book as you were, Even Zoro, who never read anything as far as you knew, had rolled over towards you, although he looked like he was still asleep.
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“Provided the man in black could fence.
Really fence.

Inigo did then what he always did before a duel: he took the great sword from its scabbard and touched the side of the blade to his face two times, once along one scar, once along the other.

Then he examined the man in black, A fine sailor, yes; a mighty climber, no question; courageous, without a doubt.

But could he fence?

Really fence?

Please, Inigo thought. It has been so long since I have been tested, let this man test me. Let him be a glorious swordsman. Let him be both quick and fast, smart and strong. Give him a matchless mind for tactics, a background the equal of mine. Please, please, it’s been so long: let—him—be—a—master!

“I have my breath back now,” the man in black said from the rock.

“Thank you for allowing me my rest.”

“We’d best get on with it then,” Inigo replied. The man in black stood.

“You seem a decent fellow,” Inigo said. “I hate to kill you.”

“You seem a decent fellow,” answered the man in black. “I hate to die.”

“But one of us must,” Inigo said. “Begin.”

And so saying he took the six-fingered sword. And put it into his left hand.

He had begun all his duels left-handed lately. It was good practice for him, and although he was the only living wizard in the world with his regular hand, the right, still, he was more than worthy with his left. Perhaps thirty men alive were his equal when he used his left. Perhaps as many as fifty; perhaps as few as ten.

The man in black was also left-handed and that warmed Inigo; it made things fairer. His weakness against the other man’s strength. All to the good.”

At this point in the story, Zoro had finally gotten up from his resting position and stared at you with his good eye, listening intently from the moment you had spoken the word 'fence.'

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You grinned as you came to your favourite part of the story;

“Buttercup could feel the upset coming. “We are always very honest with each other. Not everyone can say as much.”

“May I please tell you something, Highness? You’re very cold—”

“I’m not—”

“—very cold and very young, and if you live, I think you’ll turn to hoarfrost—”

“Why do you pick at me?I have come to terms with my life, and that is my affair—I am not cold, I swear, but I have decided certain things, it is best for me to ignore emotion; I have not been happy dealing with it—” Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

“I loved once,” Buttercup said after a moment. “It worked out badly.”

“Another rich man? Yes, and he left you for a richer woman.”

“No. Poor. Poor and it killed him.”

“Were you sorry? Did you feel pain? Admit that you felt nothing—”

“Do not mock my grief!I died that day.”

The Armada began to fire signal cannons. The explosions echoed through the mountains. The man in black stared as the ships began to change formation.

And while he was watching the ships, Buttercup shoved him with all her strength remaining.

For a moment, the man in black teetered at the ravine edge. His arms spun like windmills fighting for balance. They swung and gripped the air and then he began his slide.

Down went the man in black.

Stumbling and torn and reaching out to stop his descent, but the ravine was too steep, and nothing could be done.

Down, down.

Rolling over rocks, spinning, out of all control.
Buttercup stared at what she had done.

Finally, he rested far below her, silent and without motion. “You can die too for all I care,” she said, and then she turned away.

Words followed her. Whispered from far, weak and warm and familiar.

“As... you...wish...”

Dawn in the mountains. Buttercup turned back to the source of the sound and stared down as, in first light, the man in black struggled to remove his mask.

“Oh, my sweet Westley,” Buttercup said. “What have I done to you now?” ”


Sighing happily, you admitted that page was slightly cheesy, but you grinned to yourself, your face growing warm. You wished someone would repeat that same phrase to you out of affection. 'As you wish..'

“Hey. (y/n), are you okay?” Sanji asked, and you realised you had stopped reading.

“Oh, sorry,”  you quickly apologised, shaking your head. Skimming back down the next page, you found your spot and kept reading.

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Hours later, you had noticed you had read so much of the book that you wouldn't be able to stop now and continue later. At the end of a sentence, you paused, looking around you.

Your crew, who seemed previously uninterested in your love for books (other than Robin, who continuously bought you books when Nami refused you spending money) had gathered around you one by one, and haven't gotten bored. This surprised you, but you felt happy.

The book was almost done, and as you flipped to the final page you gained another smile and finished reading the book.

““Child’s play,” of all people, Buttercup said, and she led the group toward Yellin. “The Count is dead; the Prince is in grave danger. Hurry now and you may yet save him. All of you. Go.”

Not a Brute moved.

“They obey me,” Yellin said. “And I am in charge of enforcement, and—”

“And I,” Buttercup said, “I,” she repeated, standing up in the saddle, a creature of infinite beauty and eyes that were starting to grow frightening, “I,” she said for the third and last time, “am
the
QUEEN.”

There was no doubting her sincerity. Or power. Or capability for vengeance. She stared imperiously across the Brute Squad.
“Save Humperdinck,” one Brute said, and with that, they all dashed into the castle.

“Save Humperdinck,” Yellin said, the last one left, but clearly his heart wasn’t in it.

“Actually, that was something of a fib,” Buttercup said as they began to ride for freedom, “seeing as Lotharon hasn’t officially resigned, but I thought ‘I am the Queen’ sounded better than ‘I am the Princess.’”
“All I can say is, I’m impressed,” Westley told her.

Buttercup shrugged. “I’ve been going to royalty school three years now; something had to rub off.” She looked at Westley. “You all right? I was worried about you back on the bed there. Your eyes rolled up into your head and everything.”

“I suppose I was dying again, so I asked the Lord of Permanent Affection for the strength to live the day. Clearly, the answer came in the affirmative.”

“I didn’t know there was such a Fellow,” Buttercup said.

“Neither did I, in truth, but if He didn’t exist, I didn’t much want to either.”

The four great horses seemed almost to fly toward Florin Channel.

“It appears to me as if we’re doomed, then,” Buttercup said.

Westley looked at her. “Doomed, madam?”

“To be together. Until one of us dies.”

“I’ve done that already, and I haven’t the slightest intention of ever doing it again,” Westley said.

Buttercup looked at him. “Don’t we sort of have to sometime?”

“Not if we promise to outlive each other, and I make that promise now.”

Buttercup looked at him. “Oh my Westley, so do I.”

'And they lived happily ever after.'”

You finished and gently closed the book. “The end,” you stated, and everyone smiled at you.

“That was great!” Luffy shouted, getting up quickly and wiping the sand off his butt. “Read it again tomorrow!”

After hearing this, all of you erupted into laughter. “All right, all right. I'll read it again. Now let's all go back to the ship.. it's pretty late,” you suggested, looking up at the sky that had begun to gain the beautiful pinks and oranges of the sunset.

As the others began to stand and walk back to the ship, you were folding up your chair, realising that Luffy was still standing in his spot, eyeing you cheerfully.

“It's fine, I can carry it back to the ship myself,” you said to him. “Go on, I'll catch up.”

Luffy nodded at you, and you returned to packing up your things. As he turned away and started walking towards the rest of your friends, he giggled and said;

“As you wish.”