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allbluedepths · 2 months

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Once More Around The Sun

(Teen | One Piece | Shanks/Mihawk; side Shanks+Mihawk & Red-Hair Pirates | 3.4k words)

Summary: Shanks wilted at that, his implication clear, but his pouting quickly morphed into something more serious, thoughtful. “What would be your ideal birthday, then?”

(Or: appreciating and celebrating another year alive through a shared birthday.)

A bit late, but I had to write something for Shanks and Mihawk's shared birthday! Technically takes place in my Wings of the Emperor AU, but that's irrelevant beyond "Mihawk's around for dueling often and knows the Red-Hair Pirates a bit more". Set around Shanks' 21st and Mihawk's 25th birthday. : )

Read below or on AO3!

Mihawk didn't celebrate his birthday. It was a choice made from disinterest, not dislike; the day merely served as a reminder that he had survived for one more cycle than before. Nothing more, nothing less. It wasn’t a secret, but no one of any importance knew — people hardly asked for one's birthday during a duel, after all.

He knew it was approaching, faintly, but he had hardly given it any thought. The day would pass just as any other.

His plan, or lack thereof, however, was done in twofold: by sheer coincidence, and by the changing of plans that the Red-Hair Pirates always seemed to bring wherever they went.

He had arrived to challenge Shanks to a duel the morning after Hongo's first birthday aboard, he quickly discovered. Shanks had, apparently, been determined to make it a worthy — and abundant — celebration. He seemed to have succeeded quite spectacularly, if the state of the crew was anything to go by, sprawled around and half-passed out on the beach's shores.

Even the man himself was barely in any condition that morning to be out and about, only peeking out onto the deck for the briefest of moments. “Sorry, Hawkeyes, right now isn’t — hic — good for a duel… Gimme a couple of hours?” he mumbled, before disappearing to his cabin once more.

Usually, Mihawk wouldn’t wait; there was no guarantee Shanks would actually be in fighting condition by the afternoon, and waiting around near a beach filled with hungover crew members was far from an ideal day in his eyes. But there was little to do: no one of notable challenge in the area, no Marines to hunt down, and no notable islands to visit. (He ignored the nudge at the back of his mind that mentioned the influence of how they’d barely seen each other in the last few weeks on his decision.)

He had taken to a secluded spot on the deck of the anchored boat, still almost entire empty from the night before. A few crew members had returned aboard; one being Beckman, quietly maintaining his guns.

“Wouldn’t be a birthday celebration if the crew was functional the day after…” he sighed as Mihawk reclined on a nearby crate.

Mihawk offered no comment, only humming in agreement. Adding a quip every time the Red-Hair Pirates did something unwise or unhealthy would be too much, even for him.

“Y’know, speaking of… When’s your birthday, Hawkeyes?”

“March 9th,” he said, short. It wasn’t a secret, simply something not worth bringing up unprompted, nor worth hiding from simple curiosity.

Mihawk expected the conversation to end there, the deck falling back into silence, his tidbit of information shared without further fanfare.

So when loud, unrestrained laughter suddenly rang out across the deck, Mihawk glanced up sharply in surprise.

Beckman’s usual more serious expression had completely dissipated. The man was bent over his makeshift workspace, clutching the side of the table as his laughter continued, only growing as he locked eyes with the swordsman before doubling over again.

“I don’t see what’s so funny,” Mihawk said flatly.

The man tried to respond but simply ended up laughing once more, to Mihawk's exasperation. Beckman’s laughter finally began to trail off after far too long, but a wide smile remained. “It seems you and Captain have one more thing in common.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Mihawk saw his own expression flicker in surprise, reflected in Yoru’s surface. “Are you implying…?”

“Yep. Captain’s birthday is also March 9th. That’s either one hell of a coincidence or the weirdest fate I’ve ever heard of,” he continued on. “Captain’s reaction is sure going to be something…”

Mihawk’s hand stuttered, the quiet sounds of polishing stopping abruptly. “Ah.”

Beckman’s remaining stray chuckles quickly petered out, his jovial mood sobering. "I take that to mean you're not planning on telling him," he sighed.

His focus remained on his blade, more pointedly than before, even as he felt Beckman’s stare press into him.

With the redhead, sometimes giving him an inch led to him taking a mile. Or more. Telling Shanks would certainly make it a big deal — one it currently wasn’t and could easily remain that way.

“I don’t see the need.”

Beckman put his rifle down, fully turning towards him, hands still stained with gunpowder. “That’s purposefully obtuse, even for you.” His tone was remarkably unimpressed. “Never said you had to. If you don’t, I won’t tell him — but you know how much of a headache he’ll be if he finds out he missed your birthday. Especially if you were here celebrating his that same day.”

He bristled at, but didn’t reject, Beckman’s assumption that he’d be around for it. He had no desire to stay for the entirety of such a chaotic night, but to skip it entirely now that he knew of it seemed... remiss.

They did fall into silence after that; however, Beckman’s words remained at the front of his mind for the rest of the day. He was sure the man would keep his word, and with that, he had no need to tell Shanks of their shared milestone. It wouldn’t be a lie, just an omission.

(For some reason, the thought of that set oddly in his stomach, an unease he wasn’t used to. For more than just Beckman’s likely apt description of how Shanks would react if he knew — though that didn’t settle well on its own, either.)

It didn’t leave even through Shanks’ and his — eventual and very delayed — duel, though with the limited room, it was more of a set of training spars than anything else. Perhaps for the best, with how his attention kept drifting — unnoticeable to anyone else, but enough for the thought to get under his skin.

As Mihawk prepared to depart, the sun just barely beginning to dip beneath the horizon, Shanks laid on the deck, eyes following him intently.

“Coming back for my birthday at least, Hawkeyes?” The teasing note to his voice was clear, but Mihawk didn’t miss the genuine question underneath it. “It’s on—”

(He could still pretend he didn't know.

...He didn't.)

“The 9th. Your first mate informed me of such.” He huffed. “As he seemed to find great humor in us sharing a birthday.”

Shanks froze as the words hit him. “Wait— What?! Did I hear that right?”

Beckman called from the other side of the deck — far too obviously listening in — leaning against the railing with a purposeful, lackadaisical stance. One that appeared far too smug on the man. “Oh yeah, didn’t you know, Captain?”

Shanks’ head snapped back towards his first mate, disbelief clear on his face. “You knew?! And you didn’t tell me?”

“You’re not the only one who talks to Hawkeyes, Captain." (Despite his annoyance, the resulting reactions from the redhead were amusing.) "And you would’ve known sooner if you weren’t so hungover. ‘S not like I’ve known forever; I just found out today.”

Shanks continued to sputter, jerkily looking back and forth between his first mate and the swordsman.“That’s— Still! I can’t believe we have the same birthday.”

“It's quite the coincidence," he hummed neutrally. It really was, certainly not one he ever would have guessed unprompted.

"Thank the seas Beck found out, or I’d never know," he grumbled, “Getting personal details out of you is impossible, sometimes.”

"I simply don't bring it up often. Neither did I know your birthday until today, either," he shot back.

Shanks acquiesced his statement with a muttered hum, clearly not appeased. “Well, now that we do know, we can celebrate together.”

He turned his head away, recollecting himself. He had no interest in a party of the Red-Hair Pirates’ likes — he would consider attending for a short while for Shanks’ birthday, but for his own? To be at the center of it the entire night? "Red-Hair, I am sure your idea of a birthday celebration and mine are vastly different," he said, his voice short.

Shanks wilted at that, his implication clear, but his pouting quickly morphed into something more serious, thoughtful. “What would be your ideal birthday, then?”

Mihawk went quiet at that. He knew what his ideal birthday was alone — barely a different day, at all. Providing an answer when one had no frame of reference was… difficult. He remained silent, long enough that anyone else would have long given up on the conversation.

But Shanks was stubborn, above all else.

“Well, that just makes it a challenge to get it right, then — and you know I’m a good challenger,” he grinned.

“Challenging, perhaps.”

The comment got a real belly laugh out of the other man, laying back against the deck from the force of it, arms behind his head and grinning that very dangerous smile.

“Just you wait and see, Hawkeyes.”

—————

Shanks had been beyond tight-lipped over the last few weeks, not breathing even a word about their birthday beyond the mention of when to arrive. Not even the crew would whisper a hair about it — for a group that couldn’t hold a meager secret while drunk, they could also hold information deemed important impossibly tight.

The scrap of Shanks' vivre card in Mihawk's possession meant the Red-Hair Pirates were never too difficult to find, even across the Grand Line. Shanks had made it clear to arrive early that morning, and so he did, the early morning fog still curling over the sides of Hitsugibune. In the distance, the Red-Hair Pirates had already docked on a quiet outcropping, obscure even by Grand Line standards. Their ship sat docked nearly out of view, around the side of the island, barely anything more than a hazy silhouette.

As soon as he stepped on the island, Mihawk could feel the tug of Shanks’ presence near the center of the island, eager and impatient. He was nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet by the time he arrived, a wide smile blooming as soon as their eyes met.

“Thought your favorite thing would be a good way to start the day off,” he grinned. “Especially since we haven’t gotten to really go at it recently.”

It was true; their time for duels had been more limited than usual for the last few months. Even when they did get a change, they were often at sea, where both of their powers had to be contained in an effort to not destroy the ship — both of them — or knock out the crew — Shanks.

The island was uninhabited, more sand and gravely soil than anything else, though still covered in sparse greenery and some shade. No island villages were even remotely nearby, and Shanks’ crew was far enough out of range to not be endangered by Shanks’ haki.

It was a perfect place for them to truly duel without restraint.

They stood opposite one another, Shanks idly shifting from one foot to the other while Mihawk finished his final stretches. "Maybe you can get an extra present out of beating me!" Shanks taunted.

Mihawk raised an eyebrow, straightening up and unsheathing Yoru from her harness. "Is it really a present if it's the outcome of every one of our duels?"

Shanks laughed, loud and bright, and without another word, the flurry of metal on metal had begun.

(Mihawk’s own smirk hadn’t dulled at all by the first hit.)

The first few rounds had been intense, potent, sheer might and skill going against one another. They constantly traded parries and blows, yet neither gave up their ground. Mihawk was acutely reminded of how Shanks’ skill and strength had grown, been honed — how their skills had honed one another.

It was a rush, a true challenge, the one that always itched under his skin but rarely came even close to being scratched. Shanks’ wild laughter filled the air, shouting with exertion, unrestrained, and Mihawk’s own smirks — and once or twice, smiles — joined him.

But eventually, it became experimental. Almost playful. Trying techniques they hadn't gotten to put into practice yet, seeing what worked and what didn't. Shanks laughed when one of Mihawk's charged strikes did more damage to a tree than him, raining leaves down onto the brim of his straw hat. A chuckle escaped Mihawk when Shanks attempted to use Yoru's leverage to flip backwards and instead fell face-first into the sand.

Finally, with the afternoon sun high in the sky, their back-and-forth finally petered out. It hasn’t been a proper duel in hours, but it was satisfying. Exhausting. Fun.

Both stood gulping down their flasks of water, and with an dramatic huff, the redhead flopped down onto a small, shaded patch of sand, still grinning beneath his exhaustion. “C’mon, Hawkeyes, scared of a little sand in your coat?”

(He wasn’t; at least he managed to properly get the sand out of his clothing, unlike a certain redhead.)

His boots, swiftly unlaced, hit the ground with a quiet thump, and his coat quickly followed. Shanks’ eyes barely cracked open again with a sated smile as he settled into the cool ground.

It was still. Shanks’ usually ceaseless talking had all but vanished, replaced by quiet breaths, waves, and rustling of leaves.

Mihawk almost thought the other man had dozed off — something not uncommon after their duels, his hat tipped over his face — until he spoke once more.

“Another year, huh.”

The flat, resigned note to his voice was— unusual, yet not, when Mihawk gave it a second thought. He had seen enough of the other man to know there was more beneath the surface than his cheerful demeanor showed, but it wasn’t often so blatant.

For once, he was the one with the more positive outlook.

The previous year had been… interesting. Monotonous in many ways as nearly every year was, a cycle of dueling and challengers he was slowly, slowly beginning to wonder if it would ever change. If there was any point beyond it.

But his increasing encounters with Shanks and the Red-Hair Pirates were anything but that, and for the first time in a long while, he was truly interested in seeing what the next year would look like. Not just its duels.

“Indeed. Though—” He turned his head, yellow eyes finally catching gray as he continued, “The next on is looking to be far more promising than years past.”

He could practically see the gears turning behind Shanks’ eyes, flickering through a broad spectrum of emotions before, finally, settling on something far closer to the warmth usually there. “Yeah. Yeah, it is."

Mihawk let himself drift after that. When he opened his eyes once more, the sun had begun to set, tinging the sand and water alike in oranges and pinks. Shanks’ usual, warm smile was back in full force as he stretched and stood, holding a hand down to him. “I’ve still got one thing left for us today. C’mon."

As they left the clearing, he braced himself for the full force of one of the Red-Hair Pirates’ celebrations — loud, raucous, and overwhelming. Survivable for short periods in normal circumstances, but beyond unpleasant when at the epicenter of it. Something that a birthday would inevitably cause.

The sight that greeted him on the distant shore did match his expectations, with drinks abound and many a crew member already well into their cups. It appeared just as Mihawk had pictured Hongo’s own party before its aftermath. Oddly, though, there was no sign of any of the senior commanders, even with his particularly good vision.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t where we’re going,” Shanks laughed, certainly predicting Mihawk’s own hesitation as he continued along.

Mihawk’s curiosity continued to mount as Shanks led them away from the party and back to the boat, not saying another word, even as they boarded. Even without his observation haki, it was impossible to miss Shanks nearly vibrating with excitement. Voices once more filled the air as the rear of the ship came into view.

The back deck had been transformed. A few tables had been pulled together, chairs all around and a variety of food and drinks covering their surfaces. All of the senior commanders were already sat and talking amongst themselves, leaving two empty chairs side by side.

It was quite the setup, but it was… contained. Happy, but by far subdued compared to the beach. Cozy, almost.

Building Snake spotted them first, waving them over. “He’s finally back aboard!”

“Hey, I said we’d be back by sunset,” Shanks laughed as he nudged Mihawk forward.

“Thought you two were going to duel through the whole night, at this rate,” Beckman’s eyebrow was raised, but his expression was fond as he pulled his captain into a hug.

Lucky looked quite pleased with himself as he gestured toward the table. "Can't have a birthday without a birthday meal, right?"

Mihawk found himself being dragged forward by his arm, the redhead pulling him already happily greeting the rest of his commanders and nearly shoving him into his seat.

The dinner was louder than any of his own ever were, filled with the energy that never seemed to leave Shanks' crew, but it was... refreshing. A bottle of one of his favorite vintages sat near his seat, and the food was rich and warm. Shanks was as lively as ever, jumping in and out of conversations all across the table. Mihawk didn't do the same, but the more subdued conversations he had with Beckman and Hongo were engaging and an appreciated reprieve.

The sun had slowly fallen down the sky and below the shoreline, and by the time the dinner had reached its natural, comfortable conclusion, only the last bright, burning embers of the sunset remained. While Mihawk’s attention had been wrapped up in a murmured discussion with Shanks about a recent island the man and his crew had visited, the senior commanders had made their way back below deck.

In a lull, Beckman interrupted them. "Grabbing stuff for drinks and cards inside, Captain. We’ll be back in a bit."

Mihawk knew it didn't take that long — or all of them — to obtain so few items, but said nothing. Their execution may have been questionable, but it was clear their intentions for their captain were from a good place.

“Happy birthday, Captain,” he said, his voice low and warm, "And happy birthday, Hawkeyes," he said. With a nod, he slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

“So? Was it a good birthday?”

Shanks was genuine, calm, but he was earnest.

“It was.”

Shanks seemed comfortable to bask in his victory, but a question had been pressing at the back of Mihawk’s mind, one that had slowly built over the whole day.

“You asked what my ideal birthday would be. What would it be? For you?”

“It would be… I’m not really sure, actually. I think it’d be this.” Shanks’ expression had twisted once more. “I, uh… actually didn’t celebrate my birthday for a while, either.” The words left him in a rush; his voice was strained, exposed. “Only started doing it again because Beck insisted during our first year sailing, and… it was nice. Still not entirely used to celebrating it, really.”

"Oh." He... hadn't expected that. Suddenly, little bits of their previous interactions were illuminated in a new light.

“The big party is way more for the crew than me. I’m not going to turn down a party,” he laughed, but it didn’t come out quite right, “but it was just a party. Not a birthday. Today was different. I got to spend the day with my crew — and this time, with you. That’s more than enough.” Shanks turned back to him, and the smile on his face made Mihawk’s breath hitch. “This one was the best.”

The sunset illuminated his figure, dancing across his hair as if it was real fire. His smile was just as bright, maybe more.

“I would have to agree,” Mihawk hummed. “Perhaps it is one more thing we should continue to share.”

Shanks’ shoulder was warm against his own, the cool evening air unable to chill him with the warmth seeping into his side. “Happy birthday, Mihawk.”

(A flicker of haki revealed all of the senior commanders clustered behind the door, arguing in hushed half-whispers about how long was long enough to wait.

Hopefully, they’d have at least a few more minutes to themselves. Something that was looking likely with Beckman’s wrangling.)

He leaned back against the railing, a rare, small smile on his face as he turned to the other man.

“Happy birthday, Shanks.”

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craneworms · 2 months

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strawhats (except jinbe) + ace & sabo winged au because i love birds:

LUFFY:

Albatross.

Chose an albatross because they are common seabirds and represent freedom & they meant good luck to sailors. <- basically a lot of positive connotations that i felt fit luffy’s character. also the thought of him with these ridiculously large wings made me giggle.

Has disproportionately large wings compared to his body. When fully grown his wingspan reaches around 10 ft (approx 3m)

His wings are active soaring wings. They are very long and narrow. They have a grey colouration on the dorsal surface of the wings and white on the undersides.

He’s always been drawn to the sea, thanks to being a seabird, and that helped shape his dreams of becoming the pirate king.

He has trouble landing and setting off, but can fly for very long stretches of time. He mostly glides and can do so for miles at a time without flapping his wings.

Along with having wings, he has feathers running across his shoulder blades, connecting his wings together and down his spine to about the middle of his back.

He preens his wings only when absolutely needed, so they look very scruffy. Luckily, it doesn’t affect his flying in any way and instead confined to looks simply because he was taught by garp & his brothers to at least take care of his wings a little before it does get to that point.

ZORO:

Heron.

Decided on a heron because they use their beaks kind of like a harpoon, which is kinda like a sword? They are also seen as being the messenger of the gods for some greek mythologies. They also represent the sun in Egyptian mythologies <- nice tie in with his role in the crew & relationship w luffy.

His wings are very big and broad and rounded, reaching around 2m long. They are made of dark plume, varying from greyish on the innermost part of the wing to pure black on the primary feathers.

He has passive soaring wings which allow him to fly for long periods of time. Despite this, he prefers to stay on ground and only flies when necessary. Unlike most other people, he doesn’t use his wings much in combat beyond movement and instead prefers to rely on his swordsmanship.

He grew up regularly grooming his wings, taught by the dojo the importance of preening and maintaining them. Although, after leaving the dojo, his maintenance of his wings began to slip. They were extremely damaged for a few years, becoming so bad that it even began to affect his flight.

After joining the straw hats, he began to take care of his wings better (mostly upon nami’s insistence). Although they still look quite messy, the damage is reduced and his flying is hardly compromised anymore. He still gets a few weird glances from outsiders because of the state of his wings, though.

NAMI:

Pigeon.

Decided on a pigeon because of their excellent navigational & directional skills which they are noted for. They are also a more domestic species of bird, which i thought fit her character more than a more wild species.

Her wings are typical pigeon wings, rounded and suited for long flights. They are mostly a light grey with some feathers tipped in a darker shade. She has two bars across both wings. They are a pretty average size, not too big but also not too small.

Along with her wings, she has a little bit of loose plumage on the back of her neck, coloured grey and iridescent green/purple.

She’s an extremely strong flier, the best in the straw hats, and very manoeuvrable. She can launch herself quite quickly, although his is taxing and only done during emergencies. She also normally flies in a direct path to where she needs to be.

She preens herself often, believing that maintaining your wings is very important. This is partly due to the fact that it was one of the things she did to ground herself while in Arlong’s crew. Her wings mean a lot to her. Most people don’t seem to recognise her effort, however, and instead completely dismiss her wings due to being dull and uninteresting compared to others.

She was once quite vocal, cooing and calling often over anything that interested her or while communicating with others. Although after joining Arlong, this habit was discarded quite quickly. After she officially joined the straw hats, she began to become more vocal. Although, she isn’t at the level she used to be, it is a huge improvement.

USOPP:

Kingfisher.

Decided on a kingfisher (after a lot of debate) because they are pretty small & unassuming but actually really amazing hunters. And i thought their method of flying/hunting really suited him!

His wings are quite small compared to his body with his wingspan only being less than 1m long. His wings are specifically suited for fast, direct and precise attacks/movement and hovering. He can also fly backwards.

His plumage on the dorsal side is a brilliant metallic blue and the underside is brown. He also has bright blue plumage surrounding his eyes.

He takes relatively good care of his feathers, so they look pretty healthy and well groomed. Thanks to this & his vibrant wing colours they are considered quite beautiful. He gets a lot of compliments on them.

He has extremely good eyesight, although his eyes have pretty limited movement in his eye socket so he has to move his head to track things. His eyesight really helped to elevate his sniping skills.

He doesn’t sing, but he has a pretty distinctive, kinda shrill sounding, call. He mostly uses it to warn the other strawhats of danger. He also doesn’t really fly a lot for leisure since his wings can only sustain him for a short time.

SANJI:

Secretary Bird/Bird of Paradise.

I chose a secretary bird because they are a very unique kind of raptor (literally having it’s own family group). It’s known for it’s unique way of hunting, using it’s long legs to hunt/kill prey & being a largely terrestrial bird.

His wingspan is pretty big, around 2m long, and like zoro his wings are specifically made for soaring. Although, thanks to germa, one wing is kinda deformed, which makes it hard for him to fly. He only really flies in emergencies & to soften landings because he has very little control over his flight path. He usually ends up spiralling to the ground rather than actually flying.

Along with having wings he also has some head plumage and some loose neck plumage.

Regarding his feather colours, it’s very unlike a secretary bird’s usual coloring. It’s a iridescent black with glossed blue, green and purple shades mixed in, reminiscent of a trumpet manucode. He got this from his mother, which shouldn’t usually happen but germa experiments messed weirdly with the genetics of all the vinsmoke siblings.

His feathers are extremely well groomed but thanks to his wing deformity and strange colouring people struggle to tell what bird he is. His wings are still regarded as quite attractive despite that.

Most people assume he’s simply a bird of paradise thanks to his colouring so his fighting skills are underestimated for a while. There’s a stigma about birds of paradise being rather weak, mostly seen as entertainment for others.

He has a pretty unique call. It’s more of a deep croaking noise rather than the typical bird call. He doesn’t use it a lot however, mostly just in dangerous situations like usopp.

CHOPPER:

Sparrow.

Chosen because, again, it’s a more domestic bird which i felt represented him better. I also thought it fit considering he was once a wild reindeer but instead found him home with humans, rather than in a wild settlement. They also round and plump, which fit his rounder design.

His wings are quite small and round, being elliptical shaped. His flying is mostly very direct and in short but fast bursts. Colour-wise, his plumage is mostly various shades of brown with some feather tipped with white. The undersides of his wings are significantly lighter than the dorsal sides.

He’s very vocal when it comes to calling & he has a typical chirp that you would expect from a sparrow. He also likes singing, although it’s more of a long string of calls rather than an true song with a rhythm.

He also has some more chestnut kinda markings along his face, reminiscent of a male sparrows markings. Although, he doesn’t have any extra plumage like some other people.

Like a sparrow, he actually engages in dust bathing. He tries to get the other strawhats to join him in doing so, especially because it’s a more social behaviour. For similar reasons, he enjoys water bathing with other people too.

ROBIN:

Peacock

Peacock for obvious reasons.

Robin’s wings are elliptical wings, suited for short bursts of flight that allow for a lot of control. They are quite large and, along with her long tail, make up for most of her body length and weight.

Her plumage looks like the typical peacock colouring, with iridescent blues and greens on the innermost part of her wings and browish-white on the primary feathers. She also has the distinctive tail with the feathers of a peacock.

She can’t fly very far & only does it when she absolutely needs too. but her devil fruit makes up for her lack of mobility compared to her crewmates.

She used to hide her plumage when she was on the run from the government. She didn’t really take care of it properly, she was always too busy and saw it as a burden during her youger years. It was very recognisable, after all. Although, after Ennies Lobby, she begins to put the time into correctly caring for her wings and tail and actually takes great pride in them, despite how flashy they are.

People are usually impressed by her wings & tail as they are very eye-catching and beautiful (especially after she began properly caring for them). But, they can really add to the creepy factor when she wants them too.

FRANKY:

Crow.

Chose a crow because they are widely known for their intelligence. They are able to use tools very efficiently, which i thought suited Franky thanks to being a very good shipwright and very handy.

He once had a pair of wings that he didn’t care for well, often leaving pin feathers in and damaging the feathers during while building his ships. Though, after he was hit by the Puffing Tom, one of his wings was mangled so badly that it had to be amputated, and the remaining was broken in a way that prevented him from folding it inwards. It looks bent, clear where the bone had snapped and healed incorrectly, and hangs loosely by his side most of the time. He can still use it, although his range of motion with his wing is limited and he can no longer fly.

He had elliptical wings and his flight consisted of little to no gliding. He was also very acrobatic in the air, able to change directions and even backflip in the air. His wings were an average size, black plumage with a green/purple sheen to them.

Now much older and having lost his ability to fly, he regrets not taking better care of his wings. Nowadays, he actually puts a surprising amount of care into looking after the remaining wing he has.

His calls are the typical crow calls and, like chopper and nami, he’s rather vocal & uses it in day-to-day life to express emotion and communicate with others.

BROOK:

Hummingbird.

Chose a hummingbird because they make a very distinctive humming noise when they fly. Reminded me of Brook, especially because his first epithet was Humming Brook. Also, they are very swift & light.

After he died, his wings became simply bone, but when alive he had a pair of striking emerald green hovering wings. They were thin, lithe and small and allowed him to move very swiftly in any and all directions, although flying was highly taxing on him.

His wings also made a distinctive humming sound, which was what first intrigued Yorki, especially since Brook incorporated the noise his wings made and his chirping into his music.

He can make a wide range of vocalisations, including chips, buzzes and hums. He isn’t particularly over-vocal like Chopper & Franky, but still more vocal than Zoro & Sanji.

Nowadays he cannot fly, although he can still make his vocalisations. Much like Franky, he greatly missies his wings, especially since they were like another instrument to them & one of the reasons as to why he joined the rumbar pirates in the first place. He & Franky probably bond over their shared experience of loosing their wings (although in different ways) and understand each other’s feelings when it comes to the matter the best.

ACE:

Eagle.

Decided on an Eagle because they are seen as very powerful and intelligent, which is what he’s first introduced as. They also represent freedom, which all of ASL associated with so i thought it was a nice way to connect him to them. Also, in some depictions, the Phoenix is based on an eagle, which is thought fitted his whole fire thing.

Ace’s wings are quite broad and long (although not as long as Luffy’s), being about 2m. They are passive soaring wings, very powerful and fast. He flies directly, most of the time.

He uses his wings during fights a lot, mostly taking advantage of their speed to catch up with faster opponents and their surprising agility to avoid attacks.

He used to be quite ashamed of his wings, especially due to sharing them with his father. This was only exacerbated by people’s dislike for eagles shortly after his father’s death due to Roger’s eagle heritage. Thanks to this, they were very unkept. He didn’t seem to care when feathers were caught on branches in the forest, damaged or ripped off, and sometimes plucked his own feathers too.

Despite this, after meeting Sabo (and later Luffy) he eventually began to like his wings and separated them from his father. He still has some mixed feelings about them, but sees them in a more positive light from when he was younger, especially after joining the WBP and making a name for himself, separate from roger.

His wings are still a little scruffy, although a lot less than Luffy’s and Zoro’s. It doesn’t cause any real problems for him, and instead manages to look almost intentional despite it absolutely not being.

SABO:

Bluebird.

Chose a bluebird because they typically represent new beginnings & the dawn of a new day & spring in various cultures. They also have a historical connection to death, specifically the death of a loved one. <- thought it was a nice way to tie him in with his brothers & his literal storyline as a revolutionary & his not-death. I also thought it would be ironic to have someone who was born noble be a common bird - it’s like a physical representation of his disconnect from his origins.

Sabo has rather small, round wings that are a vibrant blue colour with his primary feathers tipped with black. The colour is little duller on the underside, a more pale blue-white and tipped grey instead. They are Elliptical wings, lending themself to shorter and more direct flights.

Sabo is actually quite proud of his wings. They are small, simple and that of a common bird, which is generally quite frowned upon by nobles & celestial dragons. As such, he takes good care of them. For him, they represent his disconnect from his family and the nobles at large.

He takes pretty good care of his wings. He’s really the most serious about it between the ASL trio and his pride in his wings is one reason that inspired ace’s turnaround in his feelings about his own. He taught ace and luffy how to properly care for their own and carrying on that lesson is probably the only reason theirs aren’t damaged beyond repair.

Later on, his bluebird wings become a symbol synonymous with the revolutionary army and the concept of liberation as a whole. A lot of countries rioting inspired by the revo army fly flags and symbols with bluebird wings upon them.

#i’m pretty proud of usopp’s & sabo’s i think they fit really well #i struggled a lot w brook tho I couldn’t decide on hummingbird or nightingale for a long time #& choppers he went from a swan to calling duck to a sparrow #one piece #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #nami #usopp #sanji #tony tony chopper #nico robin #one piece franky #one piece brook #straw hats #portgas d ace #sabo #asl trio #winged au

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blackcat2907 · 6 months

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whitebeard and big mom went for quantity mihawk is going for quality

I AM CACKLING! YOU ARE SO RIGHT! PLEASE KEEP SENDING BIRB AU THINGS!

But fr, Mihawk out here making sure his kids know how to use a sword properly. He is creating like five mini Mihawks. The world won't know what hit it.

#one piece wings au #wings au #birb au #dracule mihawk #big mom #whitebeard

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dykelizard · 3 months

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wing au nami! she’s an orange-breasted green pigeon :3 they look like this:

#chubby nami u mean so much to me #she’s sooo fun to draw #one piece #cat burglar nami #nami #one piece nami #wing au #op #1pc #one piece fanart #op fanart #strawhat pirates #my art

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an-au-blog · 5 months

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I wondered if I should post this for the longest time but...

The whole plot of One Piece but they're all in an asylum (with zosan and a bit frobin bc i love them)

(Disclaimer: consider all the CW that could come with a mental institution (e.g. self harm, mental illnesses, death, violence etc.))

Listen, listen I have it all planned out!

They call the wing they're in "East Blue" because it's the most east part of the facility and it's painted in blue. They keep the patients in small groups at first so that they don't act out or feel threatened. They call this group "the straw hats" after they let one of the patients propose it (the patients all agreed on it).

Luffy is taken in because he can't discern the difference between reality and fiction and thinks there's a pirate treasure he needs to find. It started after his second adopted brother's death - his brain refuses to believe it, so it creates an alternative reality in which his death was heroic and grand.

Both Nami and Sanji are taken in for self-harm and suicidal tendencies (they both failed to commit suicide, main difference was Nami did it during a depressive episode, while Sanji had tried multiple times but stopped himself every time until he almost succeed but was found by his boss- Zeff).

Zoro is highly delusional, has violent tendencies and has paranoia - he thinks anyone who looks strong is challenging him to a fight.

Brook has cotard delusion (also known as corpse syndrome), where he thinks that his body is dead/dying or doesn't exist.

Usopp is a pathological liar with severe depression. He admitted himself with the encouragement of his girlfriend, who had tried helping him after his mother's death.

Franky is a volunteer, who the patients absolutely love. He helps with renovations as well, since his day job is in construction.

Robin and Chopper are doctors. Robin started working at the institution because she used to struggle with suicidal thoughts and self worth and wishes to help those like her. Chopper is a man with dwarfism and has a nice short beard, so some of the patients with a rich imagination think he's a raccoon dog or baby rairdeer.

Jinbe is the owner of the establishment. Everyone loves him and he does his best to provide his patients with what they need. His favorite food is fish and he often orders or takes it from home to eat in his lunch break, so the other employees call him a fish man or First Son of the Sea. he thinks it's funny.

In group sessions, they all share their experiences and progress. It starts off with just Luffy telling stories of him fighting bad guys and monsters in the sea. His stories slowly started including the rest of the east wing. First it was Koby who was an intern nurse and then it was Zoro - he's selectively mute but nodded in agreement on a couple of the stories that he told.

Then he started including Nami, to which she objected at first but slowly stopped, it was nice to feel included. Usopp joined in with his own overexaggerated stories. Then it was Sanji, Luffy called him the cook of his crew, which was oddly fitting but still ironic. Yes, he was a cook before coming in but he also had a severe eating disorder. He didn't tell anyone about it. Until one day he told Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, and Nami. Luffy made it into a grand heroic story about him surviving starvation on a big rock. Sanji liked it more than having an eating disorder so he accepted it - even added his own spark to it, saying it was Zeff who helped him. (He knew it wasn't true, but he wanted to pretend that he knew Zeff long enough for him to have become the healthy father figure he was deprived of as a child.)

While on the subject of Sanji - he refused to eat. Most times he wouldn't even sit at the table. In the beginning it was so bad that the nurses had to hold him down and force feed him. Slowly he started obeying. It was mainly because they called in either Zeff or Reiju (though he got scared that she would tell the rest of the family where he was, she didn't). The doctors figured he needed a support system but he didn't trust anyone in a white coat and they couldn't ask other patients. Luffy had a thing for freedom and anyone choosing whether or not they did anything... do he was no help. Although on a couple of occasions they would see Zoro taking Sanji's plate and sitting in the corner with him. He would take two bites and feed Sanji one. He refused at first but Zoro told him that "If you don't eat, I won't either." which was one of the few times anyone had heard him talk. Though they had heard him laugh once with Luffy and he responded a few times when Usopp kept asking him questions.

Eventually, Robin came back from her honeymoon with Franky and started bonding with the patients. She became a part of Luffy's "crew" as well. Not long after Franky was welcomed as well.

When Brook came in, he was so skinny that he looked like a skeleton, so when he told Luffy he was, he believed him immediately. Brook is the only one who is allowed to use the musical instruments since he's the only one who can play. Musical therapy turns out to be quite effective, if not for anything else, for calming the patients.

There were a few "incidents" in the courtyard - first with Arlong a few other guards that got moved to another wing, then with some of the other patients. Luffy seemed aggressive on visitation day as well, not recognizing his parent after he went through top surgery, he just called him Crocodile and made up a story about Nami's visitor - her girlfriend Vivi. He would talk about how if she looked pretty like a princess, she must be one and how she was fighting for her country and he would help her.

One of the bigger fights was when he fought Enel - a patient who thought he was a god and had tried starting a cult.

Every once in a while, he'd start a fight and Zoro (and sometimes Sanji) joined in to help their friend. It happened a couple more times until one of the upper-ranked doctors (Dr Kuma) decided to separate them for a while to see if their attitude changed. It was only a few months but it seemed like they got worse. Luffy and Zoro would get all silent and non-responsive for hours sometimes days. Sanji would lose all the progress he made with his eating disorder and would try to find sharp objects to self-harm again. Nami and Usopp's emotional state would worsen as well, having full-blown panic attacks, Usopp developed paranoia and an eating disorder (but he started handling it little before getting released back with the rest of the east wing).

#one piece au #zosan #but not that much #a bit of #frobin #east blue asylum wing au #or something like that #i like that name sure...#op

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