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[kaizokuou-ni-naru]

by the way i do write fic also

i don’t generally make posts here when i post fic since that’s not what this blog is for, but! i do post on ao3 as origamidragons, and i’ve posted a good few fics since catching up on one piece, most of them cowritten with my friend @grainjew, so i figured i might as well mention them here!

becalmed: canon-compliant headcanon of ‘how did rocinante get his devil fruit?’, mostly comedy with some character study (1.2k)

act 3: scene exploration of chapter 1044 examining the fourth-wall-breaking interplay between luffy and hiyori’s climactic scenes (1.6k)

benn’s confusing, bewildering, no good, very odd early morning: comedy gear five time travel pov outsider oneshot set during shanks’s stay on dawn (4.4k)

against the kitchen floor: post-wano missing scene, luffy and sanji and the Suicidal Tendencies (1.3k)

when the blade hits the bone: zoro character story that is sort of about wano and sort of about demons and sort of about mortality (2.1k)

three-body problem: momo post-wano character study. it’s about dysphoria. also yamato is there (1.6k)

kings and queens: set between impel down and enies lobby; luffy and iva discuss gender (1.3k)

we pray to a new dawn: slightly divergent au of canon, what if coby was a nika worshipper (6.2k)

we speak with the sky: a gear 5 time travel marineford fix it that breaks several new things and is barely about ace at all (3.8k)

also, i have a drabble collection, sing me awake with a song about pirates, where i have posted, uh, nearly two hundred bite-sized character pieces!

[taizi]

If you’ll consider it can you write some unhinged strawhats? You mentioned in one of your fics briefly about how the crew would throw morals aside when it comes to their captain and I think it would be super cool if we got more of that!!

x

Luffy’s head lolls off of Zoro’s arm, limp and unaware, at an angle that surely would have been uncomfortable for anyone who’s neck wasn’t rubber. Zoro tucks a hand beneath his captain’s chin and turns his head back so that he’s tucked properly against his shoulder. 

But the damage is done. Usopp can’t unsee it. Luffy looked like he was dead. 

Chopper is crying silently, brow furrowed with fear and frustration and more than a little secondhand hurt. He wipes the blood from the corner of Luffy’s mouth silently, and when he shuts his medical bag with a crisp click, his nakama know without being told that it’s as much as he can do for Luffy until they get him home. 

“That one,” Nami says suddenly, pointing at one of the terrified men cowering against the churned up earth. 

The second he’s singled out, he lurches into motion and tries to flee. If god had given him any good sense, he would have tried running much earlier. Brook’s sword sings through the air and pins him to the ground like a beetle to a corkboard, driven clean through his arm. 

He wails and the raw animal sound of pain and fear should do something, shouldn’t it? It should wake up their better nature, their humanity, the thing that separates them from monsters. At the very least, it should make them feel pity. 

But when Nami goes on, “That’s the one that stabbed Luffy in the back,” all Usopp feels is angry. 

“I have just the thing for a guy like that,” he says, and reaches into his satchel, where there is a whole arsenal at his disposal. In particular, there is a pop green he has never used before, because it has a voracious appetite and digests its food so slowly. 

Now, he thinks, it will have plenty of time to eat. 

[zolusbian]

fuck it zolusbian swordfucking porn time

3.6k / what you see is what you get: zoro and luffy are cis lesbians and there's a sword and they fuck it

[whirlybirdwhat]

The sun comes to town on an unremarkable Wednesday, when clouds pile across the sky like a solid snow bank and the sea churns as commonly as it does on say, a Tuesday or perhaps even a Thursday.

You do not notice, too preoccupied with the price of balloons.

You REALLY should have noticed.

Or: An innocent bystander gets swept up with the Straw Hat Pirates, in an effort to see a dream realized.

For Tsu, for the 2023/24 Sake Exchange - I hope you enjoy!!

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Outsider POV, 6.5k, complete.

[oriigami]

in the path of the sun

Trafalgar D Water Law experiences an escalating series of nuisances. Meanwhile, Monkey D Luffy learns some new tricks, gets dropped in the ocean, and awakens to a slapstick horizon of possibility. These things are related. (The battle between the surgeon emperor of deathless Flevance and his latest challenger does not proceed as expected.)

part three of the upside-down roleswap series co-created by me, @grainjew, and @hopeworth!

[tfw-no-tennis]

take one step and miss the whole first rung (5344 words) by sports_hell Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sabo/Trafalgar D. Water Law Characters: Sabo (One Piece), Trafalgar D. Water Law Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, First Meetings, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Mistaken Identity, Meet-Cute, Flirting, Banter, Bar fights, Humor Series: Part 1 of slawboverse Summary: “You were definitely up to something. I admit, I’m curious.” Law draws back, still looking at Sabo intently. “Also, are you single?”

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heyyyy check it out, I finally published the first fic in the slawboverse series - me and ruth's sabo/law verse :) enjoy, fellow slawbo connoisseurs!!

[slydiddledeedee]

Relationships: Donquixote Rosinante & Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo & Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo & Donquixote Rosinante Rating: G Words: 6.6k

Scared, Doffy?

He grits his teeth together.  “You wish.”

You’re my only brother.  I want you dead; I don’t want you to suffer.

[ellayuki]

13122022 - One Piece

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"I swear to god," Nami says as the Thousand Sunny sails away from yet another island, from yet another tragedy they barely managed to mitigate. "If I ever get pregnant, you're not allowed to leave me behind on some island with a promise to one day return for me."

Because that happens from time to time, and it's horrible to even think about, when all you can see when imagining the future, is the wide expanse of the open seas, and the breeze soothing your skin as the sun heats it up. It's horrible, when all you're left with is longing, and despair, and a child that you can barely keep alive.

"I'll strangle you in your sleep, Captain, before I let that happen."

Luffy tilts his head and gazes at her for a long minute, still in a sombre mood after the sorrowfulness they've left behind. Nami wonders what gears are turning in his head, what he sees when he looks at her. If, by the end of the week, he'll even think about what they saw today.

"You're my Navigator," he says, matter-of-factly, in the end, when enough time has passed for Nami to consider just walking away and finding something to do with her time. It makes her blink, the straightforwardness of his tone (but it doesn't surprise her, Luffy has never been anything but absolutely serious when it comes to his crew and the people he cares for). "Where would we even go without you? You're being silly."

Where, indeed? They'd be lost at sea before the day's end. Nami shrugs, and turns her head away to hide the hint of a smile she can feel stretching her lips. "As long as we understand one another."

She sees Luffy nod from the corner of her eye and something settles deep in her chest even as it flutters warmly.

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("Ah, now I wanna see Nami with a big, round belly!"

"Excuse me?"

"I wanna see it, it sounds like an amusing sight."

"I'll show you an amusing sight, you brat!"

"Aw, come on, Nami! I wanna have a little Luffy No.2 running around the Sunny!"

"Number- What?! Who allowed you to spout such nonsense?"

"Well, another tiny Nami is a no-go; one is scary enough, so. It's decided."

"It's absolutely not decided!! Don't make me throw you overboard!"

"I'm your Captain, so you can't!"

"Try me!")

[this-show-has-boats]

Did you know you need a fic about Okiku and Zoro discussing Kuina, swords, and gender? No? Well you do.

The Names We Carry With Us

(1691 words, AO3)

“One needs a grave marker to reflect one’s legacy. One’s life.” Kiku touched the blade at her side reverently. “They become a part of your identity. If you live your life with honour, sometimes the blades earn a name alongside your own.”

Zoro glanced down at the hilts at his side. They all had names to be sure. But which one would he want as a marker if that were to happen to him?”

[portgas-d-aroace]

old, familiar pillow

Luffy glances around, as if getting his bearing, then asks, “Did you save me?”

Both of his brothers facepalm, and the corners of Zoro’s mouth quirks up slightly in amusement. “I did,” he answers. Luffy beams.

“Thanks then, Zoro!” With that, he jumps up to his feet, and without a word, is dragging his brothers away. Zoro blinks bemusedly. Seems they have somewhere to be. Or something. He really has no idea. Zoro gets up and starts making his way towards his towel, then freezes.

Wait.

When the fuck did he tell Luffy his name?

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(Or: Zoro meets this kid named Luffy, and it changes his life more than expected.)

((my gift for @tuesdayinthedas for the one piece secret santa ( @op-secret-santa )!! hope you enjoy!!))

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[nakunakunomi]

Hi Hazel! Thank you for the romantic holiday with Ace! It was adorable!

May I please have Soft / romantic ❤ vibes + 👶 Baby + Sanji?

Thank you very much and have a great day! ^^

hi Ki! Super glad you enjoyed that one, I hope you'll like this one too. Some soft Sanji to soothe the soul <3 hope you have a great day! This one accidentally became a little long, hope you don't mind <3

How the crew had gotten hold of a toddler, you weren't too sure of. That the Thousand sunny was not the best place to have a small child at, was something you did know. So you were holding the child in your arms for most of the day, trying to distract it and play games as much as possible, but getting more and more tired every minute. There weren't a lot of crew members you could trust with keeping an eye on the infant while you'd take a break, and by now you kind of felt responsible, so you just ground your teeth and decided to push through.

Until the child started crying. Ear piercing screams, while you desperately tried to calm them down, tried to tell them that you'd soon be back in the village you left a little while ago so they could be back with their parents. It was unsure if the kid actually understood a word of what you said, but even if they did, there was nothing that seemed to calm them down.

You looked around, eyes desperate for someone, anyone, to take over for a second and help you with the kid, but the moment the crying had begun, most of the crew had disappeared, doing 'duties' or just not available. You made your way to the only person that would maybe help you, and walked into the kitchen, nearly slamming open the door.

"Sanji, please, I am desperate, I can't make them stop crying."

Sanji looked up startled from the veggies he was chopping, took one look at the kid, one look at you, and then immediately started rummaging in cupboards. You couldn't really see what exactly he was doing, but you hoped for the both of you that he was doing something that would help.

Within five minutes Sanji had prepared the kid a snack, presented it, and made cooing noises, and the combination of those things had made the cried diminish into sobs and eventually into mere sniffles as the kid happily started munching on the treat.

Sanji smiled and spread his arms, taking the kid over from you for a bit so you and your arms could have some rest. He sat down, bouncing the kid on his leg, who was now actually laughing.

"I didn't know you were so good with kids?" You were genuinely surprised and looked at your boyfriend with a questioning look.

"Oh y/n my love, you don't even know half of the things I can do." He added a flirty wink and you just rolled your eyes in response, although your curiosity was piqued.

[taizi]

Ooh would you write a sequel to the one where Luffy tells the crew about Sabo and paints their flag, then Robin goes and calls Sabo to come n visit them??? 💕

sequel to this

x

Luffy is holding his hand so hard it’s beginning to hurt, but it doesn’t even cross Usopp’s mind to let go. 

The man who boards them looks nothing like Luffy, or even Usopp’s memories of Ace. He’s very pale and fair-haired, with a graceful, willowy sort of frame that Usopp’s storyteller mind leaps to associate with princes and castles. 

The man looks extremely nervous. He holds himself absolutely still with picture-perfect posture, like it was something drilled into him at a young age. Once his eyes find Luffy, they don’t look anywhere else. 

He came alone. The solitary figure he strikes on the opposite side of the deck tugs at Usopp’s heart. 

Robin makes a disapproving sound under her breath when he stays rooted where he’s at and strides across the grass to meet him. 

“Sabo,” she greets him, holding out her hands. He seizes them with equal parts gratitude and desperation but he still doesn’t look at her.

Next to him, clustered as close as they are together, Usopp feels the jolt go through Luffy like a surge of electricity. 

It was the name, Usopp thinks. None of them have said it out loud since that shocking conversation with Robin, which Luffy had absorbed without speaking for four very long minutes before bolting from the room to hide with Sunny on the figurehead for the rest of the afternoon. 

Usopp tries to imagine being told his mother was alive, after growing up and apart from her for half his life. He tries to imagine the shock and disbelief, and how it would fold slowly into reluctant hope, and how much it would hurt to claw open a wound that’s ten years healed and how ready he would be to do exactly that if there was even a chance he might see her again. 

Luffy lost Ace two years ago. It happened right in front of him. It happened in the worst, most traumatizing way it possibly could have. And it happened when his crew had been forced apart and flung to the far corners of the world and he was left to bear that impossible grief all alone. 

Take care of him for me, Ace had said, smiling with his teeth beneath an unrelenting desert sun, all reds and golds and warmth. 

Usopp holds Luffy’s hand tighter, the rubber skin and bones compressing in a familiar way beneath the unrelenting grip of his fingers. 

The morning after The Conversation With Robin, all of them packed around a breakfast table laden with hearty biscuits and gravy, strip steak and eggs, and cinnamon rolls the size of their heads—Sanji’s unspoken spoiling of their captain after the previous afternoon’s bombshell; he even let Luffy try his coffee, which never fucking happens. They were all poised to do and say and be exactly what their captain needed, if he’d only give them a cue. 

Luffy, for his part, breezed into the galley bright and early, like it was any other day, and he hadn't spent all of last night all by himself. He called out cheerful greetings, tussled playfully with Zoro, fought with Franky over the spicy potato hash, filled his plate, and then, in the red flag of all red flags, ate exactly zero bites of food before turning to Robin. 

“Hey, Robin,” he said, “why didn’t Sabo come find me?”

The only sound in the kitchen was the unobtrusive steaming from the medley of pans on the stovetop and the sharp clunk of the glass Nami accidentally set down too hard.

Robin smiled at Luffy, the special way she smiled that was reserved solely for him. She grew an extra hand and nudged his plate towards him.

“I told you, captain,” she said. “He had amnesia. The only thing he remembered from his childhood was his desperation not to return to Goa Kingdom.”

“Retrograde amnesia is a medical condition,” Chopper piped up, desperate to be helpful. He’d been on the edge of his seat all morning, ready to fly to Luffy at the first tiniest indication that he should. “Several different things can cause it, like disease or injury, but it sounds like S—like his memory loss was probably caused by trauma.”

“Yeah,” Luffy said easily, accepting what they told him without question. He scooted food around on his otherwise untouched plate, expression giving nothing away. “But after that. Robin said that seeing Ace in the newspaper made him remember. That was two years ago.”

Dread sank in Usopp’s stomach like a stone. He glanced quickly around the table and found his friends’ faces mirroring what his own probably looked like. 

“He didn’t come find me,” Luffy said. “Does he hate me?”

“No,” Zoro said at once, his tone a guarantee that it would be the last thing Sabo ever did if it was true.

“Why would you think that?” Sanji forced out between gritted teeth. 

“Because I let Ace die,” their captain said frankly. “He was right in front of me and I couldn't save him. Now Sabo doesn’t want to see me.”

Everyone started talking at once, and Chopper upset his apple juice in his scramble to finally fling himself into Luffy’s arms, and Usopp decided that getting his ass beat by Mr. 4 and Miss Christmas hurt a hell of a lot less than this. 

Robin rose gracefully and rounded the table. An extra arm bloomed out of the table to grip the back of Luffy’s chair and wrench it around, facing it towards her.

She kneeled and took his hands, and then her wrists grew hands so that she could hold Chopper’s little hooves too. But her eyes were all for Luffy when she said, “He loves you. He’s making a better world for you.”

Luffy stared back at her and finally his blank expression cracked. His mouth twisted a little, brows furrowing above shiny brown eyes. 

“Then why didn’t he come?” 

“Because despite your separation, you two are more alike than anyone could have guessed,” Robin said warmly. “And he’s afraid you hate him, too.”

And now they’re both here, standing beneath the cloudy sky, and Luffy—wild, relentless, unassuming Luffy—doesn’t seem to know what to do. He’s always the one who makes the first move, who barrels right in with a noisy laugh, but instead he just clutches at Usopp’s hand and presses his opposite shoulder into Zoro’s and drinks in the sight of the man across the deck. 

Studying him, Usopp realizes. Recognizing him.  

Then Luffy blinks, and the wetness in his eyes falls down his cheeks, and the blond man jerks like he’s been punched in the gut. 

“I, um,” he says, digging hastily into one of his inner coat pockets, “I brought you something.” 

He tosses the gift over and Luffy lets go of Usopp’s hand to catch it. It turns out to be an old brass monocular telescope, shining dully in Luffy’s hands. Worn and scuffed in quite a few places, easily decades old. Luffy studies it very quietly. 

“All of my things were lost when my ship was shot down,” the man says. “Nothing could be salvaged. But that was in my pocket. It must have been important if it was the only thing I was carrying with me, so I kept it all these years.”

He tries on a smile. It pulls at the side of his face discolored and puckered by burn scars. It seems like a miracle he’s standing there and smiling at all. 

“You wanted a telescope when we were kids, remember? I finally brought you one. I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“Sabo took forever,” Luffy says. He sounds young. 

It’s the way he sounded in Alabasta, when Ace showed up and interjected himself in the chase between the Straw Hats and Smoker’s men—like it was his body’s natural response to plant itself like a tree between Luffy and whatever danger was behind him. Luffy ran away laughing, bright and untroubled and certain of his safety. 

Peak little sibling energy, Usopp had later thought wryly. It explained so much of who his captain was as a person to know he was the baby of his family of monsters and mad men. 

Luffy sounds that way now, his face all screwed up, blotchy and streaked with tears. 

“He took forever,” he says again, emphatic and bewildered and hurt. “I missed him so much and he was too busy being stupid to come tell me he’s alive. I thought—”

Robin steps out of the way in time to avoid being trampled when their guest moves the way a missile shot from a cannon moves. Luffy lurches forward, too, but he doesn’t have time to make it a single step before he’s being snatched up in bigger arms and hauled into an embrace that looks like it might leave a bruise. One gloved hand on the back of Luffy’s head cradles it against a broad shoulder and the other grips the back of Luffy’s jacket hard enough it starts to tear. 

“Robin told me,” the man gasps, like he’s not getting enough air. “I don’t hate you, how could I hate you? You’re my brother. I’m so—I’m so grateful you survived, Lu. I don’t know what I would have done if you—if—” 

He can’t say it, can’t speak the words into existence, as if the world would be a dark, unlivable place if Luffy weren’t in it. In that instant, Usopp understands this stranger completely. 

Sabo pulls back, but only so he can hold Luffy’s head in his hands. Luffy goes on tiptoe to knock their foreheads together, a gesture Usopp has seen him do with his nakama, and always chalked up to Luffy’s weird feral energy. It’s a gesture that makes Sabo’s next breath sound like a sob. Or maybe a laugh. 

Luffy laughs with him, wet and choked. Neither of them are self-conscious about the state of themselves. They sit right there, a graceless collapse into the warm grass, somewhat on top of each other like clumsy, half-grown wolf cubs. 

Usopp feels a weight lifted. He thinks he must be smiling like an absolute idiot and his own eyes are definitely damp, but he’s unselfconscious, too. A person learns a thing or two about what appearances actually matter, sailing with this crew. And tears come easily when you live honestly, the way Luffy always has. 

He’s rattling at a million words a minute now, speaking in an Eastern language Usopp is unfamiliar with—probably a regional dialect from the island he grew up on.

Sabo follows along effortlessly, interjecting now and then in the same language, but content, for the most part, just to listen to his little brother talk.

He absorbs every second of Luffy’s presence the same needy way plants unfurl to soak up sunlight. 

[zolusbian]

FIC: (something happens and i'm head over heels)

cis lesbian zolu, explicit porn, boot kink (worship, licking, etc), light dom/sub (dom luffy), 2.6k words, read here

[whirlybirdwhat]

A sailor’s duty, the instructors from that boot camp from long ago echo, is to protect others.

A sailor’s duty, the five elders say, clothed in white and with graying beards, is to protect their betters.

A sailor’s duty, Sengoku orders Garp, as he directs him towards God Valley, is to protect the Celestial Dragons.

Or: Garp, and the meaning of justice.

For the One Piece Justice Anthology, found for free here.

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[lahdolphin]

You Sound Like a Song | Complete | 29.6k | Rated E | Zosan band au

Zoro didn’t want or need a muse. Never had, never would. And if he ever found a muse, he’d rather it be anyone but Sanji.