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ill just post it in my reposts so nobody will ever find this ever

wip name is uhh what if luffy died to kaidou and then he didnt die and then he goes and saves everyone pt 2 but i dont change the entire plot and get rid of massive characters early on i let things play out but change minor details to the story that guide luffy to a happier life cuz he really needs it

In the quiet aftermath of the battle, the Gomu-Gomu no Mi responded to his pain with words. Words that had meaning. Words that were separate from the feelings and emotions he usually felt during battle, when his Devil Fruit thumped like drums in his veins. It wasn’t an array of colors he could see, not like the pinks and blues and purples that hovered near the periphery of his vision ever since he bit into the fruit, or the gummy taste of rubber on his tongue. It was…speaking to him. He could barely hear the sounds of the world outside, as his hearing began to fade away alongside his life, but it spoke with surprising clarity:

“Live.”

But how could he? Luffy wasn’t invincible, as much as the world seemed to wrap around and protect him. If he thought about it really hard, which he usually never did, he realized that it was also true for some of his enemies. They never got hurt bad either—most were back up in the matter of days, even if his punches broke bones and the scent of death was thick in the air. It was almost as if…However, the smell of meat would always capture his attention, and like a moth to light, he would immediately forget everything else. He lie there, his eyes glazed over and his mind far gone as he felt the warm blood envelop his face in a thick coat, going up his nose, suffocating—his own body was killing him.

God, his chest hurt. The only other time he had felt this weak and this defeated was when Ace died, and now he was going to live the same fate. It burned with the memory of Akainu’s hand melting through flesh, causing his chest to twitch with phantom pains. His body began to act weirdly, moving on its own, spitting up blood, seizing up stiff—he was entering rigor mortis. Man. The ground was really cold. His hands were shaking. Was he afraid of death? He had never cared about such things, evidently so when Buggy tried to kill him, but now? When he had so much to lose? So many people to lose?

What would happen to Zoro? And Sanji? Nami, Usopp, Jimbe, Brook, Chopper, Franky, Robin…What would they think, knowing that the one person who they believed in unconditionally, has fallen? Their dreams, their aspirations…Luffy couldn’t handle the idea of them feeling lost, abandoned, even though he trusted them explicitly to achieve their goals. Nobody ever expected he would die. Maybe…Maybe Luffy didn’t expect it either.

Robin glanced down at one of her many hands, clutching a vivre card that belonged to their captain. In unison, the others paused and took out theirs too—they all waited with bated breaths. Then, just like Ace’s, it burnt out in a singular moment. Gone was the small white piece of paper that connected them to their captain’s life, gone was the only thing reassuring them that he would live on and preserve. It seemed like they were waiting for it to magically grow back, from a singular piece of ash, into a full vivre card. But it never did.

Then, chaos.

Chopper began to panic, as the doctor of the crew, his desire to find and save Luffy was the only thing he could think about. Not even the fight or the battles that lead up to this moment. Nothing was more important than their captain. Tears built up in his big eyes, abandoning the battle immediately, shifting into his Leg Point. There was a suffocating silence, a looming danger hanging overhead, searing into their souls. Kaidou couldn’t have won! It was impossible! The screams of the others faded, and soon, Luffy felt his consciousness drift away. He wouldn’t ever see how this world ended.

“You weren’t made for this world, little one, sorry to put you through that,”

A voice registered in Luffy’s mind as he floated in what seemed like water—no, it wasn’t water. When he blinked open his eyes, it almost looked a bit…yellow? Something was pulsing around him, and then, he was asleep again. Something pressed against his chest, rearranging his bones, but not painfully. It felt like some pieces of his bones were being pulled apart, like his body was shrinking in the aftermath of a Gear Three transformation. And he was small, but not uncomfortably so.

“Now…How about this one?”

“No, no…That one is no good either…”

“Make up your mind-“

“How about this one! As a gift, we can leave him!”

“Hm…His future seems alright here…I suppose so then—“

“It’s settled!”

“Bye bye, Monkey D. Luffy!”

Luffy shook himself awake, a slightly yellow liquid running down his entire tiny body. He was on a beach, a very familiar one, with the sand stuck in his bellybutton and the waves lapping at his back. His eyes shot open in disbelief—He was drowning! He was drowning!

“I’m drowning! Someone help! Zoro— Sanji—!” Luffy flailed helplessly against the current of the water, but for some reason, he felt light. The sea…It wasn’t punishing him? He sat up in a heap of confusion, scanning around the area with his…His observation haki? It seemed like it wasn’t working—What in the hell was going on? He snapped his head towards the grassy cliffs up above, a sight that he had once longed to see even as he proclaimed freedom that was grander than anyone else. Home.

Luffy was in Goa Kingdom! Even his wayward sense of direction could tell him that much, and if not that, then his keen sense of smell.

“Guys?” Luffy called out, tugging his Straw Hat over his— “My hat!” He yelped, looking around on the beach’s shore, trying to find any place it could’ve been. Was it in the ocean? Why did everything seem so big all of a sudden? Luffy had never been short by any means, probably an average height for a human, but everything was dizzily ginormous! He gripped the fabric of his shirt, feeling his heart thump underneath with a vigorous force that he hadn’t felt in a while, not since his powers developed in a way that took time off his life.

With a nervous gulp, he chucked off his sandals and dove into the water, his eyes wide open even if the salt continued to burn and sting. He had felt much worse than this—this was practically nothing! He searched and searched for what seemed like hours, until the sun sank underneath the horizon and his senses began to come to him.

It shouldn’t be possible to swim. He shouldn’t have suddenly lost his observation haki. He swam up to the surface and broke onto the shore, spitting up the remnants of water and the disgusting seaweed that had accidentally made it into his mouth. Dumb seaweed—did it know he only liked seaweed dry and when it had rice in it? He grumbled and sat on the rocks with his sandals clutched between his index and middle fingers, his knees pulled up to his chest and his back hunched over into a small ball. His greatest treasure, and he somehow lost it?

Okay, he needed to actually think now and not burn himself out. What did Torao say about that again?

“Observe your surroundings and take note of everything. Don’t waste your time on trivial matters. Luffy, write it all down so you remember,”

Write…Write! He needed a notebook, which was a solid first in his lifetime. He needed to write down everything he remembered and everything he could physically observe and overhear. Something was different, and he needed to find out why that was so. Hancock had taught him how to write while he was training, though it was a little shabby, he could work on it. Luffy sprang to his feet, slipping on the sandy soaked sandals and taking off towards the place he knew the most about—the town.

This shirt was so…constricting. When did he put that on?

“Wait, what?” Luffy skidded to a stop in the middle of a grassy field, looking down at himself for the first time since he awoke. His shirt was a sleeveless, not like the usual red cardigan he preferred, but white and blue like the Marines. His legs looked thinner and smaller than before—Smaller than he had ever been at 19. “A…nchor?” Anchor? He hadn’t been known by that name for years. Luffy’s head shot up towards the sounds of the village, his feet moving even before he could think. Shanks—Shanks was here!

“Okay—I’m back to being a kid, I’m 7, and somehow I need to get back to Kaidou!” How the hell was he going to do that? It took the Gum-Gum Fruit, learning Haki, Ace’s death—Ace! Ace was alive! Luffy skidded to a halt again, his head whipping back towards the area he knew Dadan was hiding out with the bandits—where Ace was. But Shanks…Okay, Shanks now, Ace later, as much as it hurt for him to think. He needed that hat, needed his Gum-Gum Fruit, and he needed a notebook and pencil! This couldn’t wait til morning! He slapped a hand over his cheek where his scar used to be, and thankfully, the stitches were still there.

So now Luffy had a rough timeline. He was at Goa Kingdom, around age 7, a little bit before Shanks left with his crew, and hadn’t eaten his Gum-Gum Fruit yet. All this thinking was seriously hurting his brain! But he had to keep it in mind, this was useful info! He stopped just outside Makino’s bar, his small sandals filled with sand and his hair messy with drying salt water. They should be here. Just beyond those…those doors.

A pang of hesitance ate at his heart for a mere second. It was only a second, but it halted his every movement. Was he ready to see Shanks? It felt like a crime to talk to the man, to see that hat atop his head again…After all, they had made a promise to only meet when Luffy was strong, a great pirate even, but he had lost before Kaidou, so how could he face the man knowing he lost? Even when Shanks didn’t know, even when Ace didn’t know, even when…He knew, and that was enough to deter him. Their promise was the most dear thing to him, besides freedom.

“Damn it,” Luffy sat behind the bar, his thumb between his teeth, pain keeping him from doing something dumb like he normally would. “How am I going to get it and the hat and keep our promise?” He huffed, crossing his small arms over his little chest. The night was growing cold, and in true Luffy passion, he was tired. Maybe, for now, he would sleep on it and then think of something tomorrow. The mini Straw Hat captain put his hands on the ground and then his cheek against the back of his hands, curling up into a small ball and shutting his eyes. Tomorrow…

am writing a fic…hhh i dont know how to give my writing more depth, it feels so flat and clinical… 💔💔💔 help me writing gods help me

general overview its literally just like a fix it fic cuz i miss ace and i want him to live but i also feel like hhhhhhhh how am i gonna do that and not wreck the entire plot

one like and ill post the prologue

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