Ace And Luffy Handshake Novels & Stories

Tonight, we just stood there staring. Determined to break the ice and make things look normal, I stepped forward and reached out my right hand, angling my palm up for a standard, easy dap-up. Just a quick palm smack, a thumb tuck, and out. But Liam misread it. He stepped in at the exact same time, his broad shoulder dipping as he leaned in for a quick hug instead.

To someone you’ve wronged so personally—indirectly or not—just by existing? There were no words that would fix it. So I didn’t try. I stepped forward instead. Met his eyes head on and extended my hand. There was a flicker—brief—between him and Luigi. Something unspoken passing between the brothers. Then Stefano stood. Reached out. And took my hand. His grip was firm, solid, unyielding. Just like the man. He shook it once. No warmth. No softness. But on a positive note, no rejection either.

My immobile state aided his purpose giving him space and access. Having hovered her form, he Leaned backward enough to let me execute a free breath of hhis cologne. Luca gave a peck on my parted, swollen lips and let my hands go. Still hovering over me, pressing into me. As I saw that my hands were finally free, I brought my left hand to give a hard slap on Luca's face but before it could land on Luca's face he caught her hands and intertwined their fingers, forcefully.

I start to lay on my back, sulking, when Ajax moves in my line of sight, grinning. “It would have ended in a draw if you weren’t overthinking and rushing things.” “I wasn’t.” “Really?” He sounded like he wanted to laugh. “Then what was that weird dance you were trying to pull off?” When Ajax offered me his hand, I admit that I was almost tempted to push his hand away, but with all the people watching up, I decided against it. I let Ajax help me up since I heard that human lore associates handshakes between two players after a match as a sign of good sportsmanship or something. “It would have ended in a draw if you didn’t rush.”

I said, and reached out my right hand. It was meant for her to shake it as an agreement. Yet— she’s not buying it at all. Kuroyuki stared at my right hand like it was some sort of deadly disease that’d kill her in one simple touch— till the point that she’d gotten annoyed afterwards. …What happened? Isn’t it just an extremely simple handshake that everyone does it normally? “… That’s how it is.” She uttered. “Huh?” I was stunned by the shock. “…You are here to harass me like those scums… you should die after all…!”

After four hours, the deal was finally sealed and as a formality, they shook hands. When YangYang, extended her arm to shake hand with Mike... BAM! Shattering of cup resound in the silent room from the corner of the table, and Mao Ho quickly stood up from his place and walked towards them with huge steps and shook the extended hand of Mike, while shoving YangYang hand to the side. YangYang suppressed her laughter and acted calmly, while Mike just stare at her. Mao Ho anger skyrocketed, when he saw Mike eyeing YangYang, he applied force on the hand holding Mike's, Mike flinches in pain when his hand was squeezed.

he ordered, to which the former Rogue Alpha heeds immediately. The Alpha King slashes the middle part of Alpha Branden’s right hand and then he opens his own right hand and did the same to his palm. Thereafter, he offers his right hand to Alpha Branden and the latter accepted the same with his right hand too. As their hands clasp, all the Alphas stand up and cheer. While Luna Queen Andreitte and Luna Daina look at each other with tears in their eyes. Happiness envelopes them for they know, it will be the start of a new life, a peaceful and happier life.

"Hello, Zachary. We haven't had the pleasure of properly talking," He nodded with a little too much energy and stretched out his fist. I looked at his hand puzzledly. Is this some kind of friendly gesture? Not sure what he wanted, I folded my palm into a fist and bumped it with his. Ever since I watched Big Hero 6, I always bump fists like Baymax. I probably looked stupid doing it but it made Zachary stare at me nonplussed before a smile etched on his lips. "I need your palm, not your fist,"

His eyes met Darren’s across the crowded living room, a silent acknowledgment passing between them, a battle unspoken, a line drawn without a word. Darren extended a hand toward Liam, the smile still playing on his lips, casual and confident, but his eyes betrayed the true intention: a challenge. Liam took it, firm, holding the handshake with silent resolve. The subtle pressure in their grip spoke volumes; a clash of past and present, of entitlement and protection, of rivalry that had nothing to do with words.

Then it happened. The mate bond snapped into place like a lightning strike—wild, burning, undeniable. A wave of raw energy pulsed between us. My heart pounded, and I could feel his heartbeat echoing mine. Our auras flared—mine soft blue, his blazing gold—and they tangled in a brilliant, shimmering dance. I gasped and pressed a hand to my chest. “Ryu...” He was already on his feet, closing the distance. His hands found mine—warm, solid, grounding. “You feel it too?”