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one-piece-aus · 3 years

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You know what? Fuck it! All my favourite One Piece boys are underrated so you're going to get headcanons of them being roommates whether you like it or not!

Bartolomeo, Caesar, Rosinante, and Kaku as Roommates (Headcanons)

Apartment AU

Kaku is going to have a lot of work on his hands because these dumbasses will break at least one thing every hour

Rosinante doesn't do it on purpose but 50% of everything that get broken or damaged is because of him

He will at least try to fix it

Bartolomeo on the other hand, he might not always intentionally break shit but there are times where he does it out of spite

Most of the time he will not care what he broke and tells the other to get over it

Caesar rarely breaks anything, usually when he does it's because he snapped

Will yell at the others if they break any of his stuff or anything he finds useful

He has banned Rosinante from his room because that man is a disaster waiting to happen and there are too many fragile objects in his room

Caesar and Bartolomeo often get into arguments over some shit and Rosinante or Kaku will have to break it up

They may or may not start a prank war with each other, and but most of the pranks will ironically catch Rosinante instead

Poor thing visited Doffy one time with neon blue hair

They take turns cooking dinner

Except for Rosinante, he's banned from using any appliances because no matter what he does it just catches on fire (he burned water before)

Kaku makes simple and good homemade food that makes you feel at home

Caesar is experimental with new recipes he steals creates

Bartolomeo... Can you even call what makes a meal? It's mostly just food slapped together. Everyone but Caesar is used to it by now

"You call this food?"

"Well at least it's original unlike the recipes you steal from Vegapunk"

"Why you-"

When will these two not bicker

On the flip side of things, Kaku and Rosinante get along fairly well

Both are friendly, at least Rosinante is after you get to know him, and have pleasant conversations with each other

Whenever Kaku gets passionate about giraffes or shipwright stuff, Rosinante is there being a supportive older bro

Can absolutely tell when the other has something on their mind and is ready to give therapy/advice/let the other vent

You can find them at the table playing a game of cards like go fish

Bartolomeo may join in but only if they can play poker or blackjack, he once tricked them into playing 52 Pick Up

Caesar joins in only when he's bored and has nothing better to do with his time

I see Bartolomeo having an odd friendship with Kaku

Like Kaku will help Barto find a job or Barto will be Kaku's wingman

Kaku got the workforce smarts and Barto got the underground smarts

Barto will show Kaku all these punk rock bands, which is actually kind of funny because you'd never expect Kaku to listen to that stuff

But one time in the apartment, there was angry/emo rock songs playing and Caesar pounded on Barto's door to tell him to turn it down when Barto just walk in from the kitchen eating cheese covered in hot sauce saying it wasn't him playing the music which confused the clown and so Rosinante opens Kaku's door and sure enough it was giraffe playing the music

Despite being banned from Caesar's room Rosinante somehow got roped into being his test subject unknowingly

It's simple like "here try this" or "here drink this" the man just rolls with it

Caesar has asked Rosinante to use his power so he can have better concentration on his projects and the clown pays the man with a pack of cigarettes for his services

Rosinante and Bartolomeo have an interesting interaction

They follow Law and the Strawhats around with a pair of binoculars and a camera

A bag of snacks and caffeine drinks are with them when they're on long steak outs and they will fanboy every 10 seconds over the smallest thing

Kaku and Caesar find it weird

Speaking of those two, they have a great dynamic and by that I mean they bond over how depressing work got for them but point out the positive for the other

Now as for chores

Kaku is already the maintenance keeper so he's got that under control, he's also the one who does grocery shopping

Caesar is the one who cleans the air filter and bathrooms, also deals with anything chemical-related

Rosinante vacuums/sweeps the place but he prefers to sweep because then he won't trip over the wire, he also accompanies Kaku to grocery shopping

Bartolomeo takes out the trash & recycling but doesn't care which bin it ends up in (until one of the strawhats scold him and then he's strict about it to the extreme)

They take turns washing dishes (except for Rosinante due to his clumsy actions and instead keeps track who's turn it is)

All of them roughly wake up rather early, except for Barto because no matter what time he goes to bed he only wakes up in the afternoon

Kaku is always the first to be up and frying eggs for breakfast, ready for work. He could have only 2 hours of sleep but still be up and active in the early morning (he will take a nap once he gets home though)

There's no set in stone of who's the second person to wake up, it depends on who stayed up later or who made early plans that day

The boys have a movie night on Friday, they can all agree on action movies as the main genre but they route who gets to choose the movie (Rosinante is the only trusted person to keep track, if he's not there then no movie)

Caesar loves sci-fi, Rosinante enjoys spy/undercover films, Bartolomeo is into gangster/mob movies, and Kaku appreciates a good adventure story

If anyone wants snacks or drinks, they're in charge of getting it themselves because they all have specific tastes in munchies and beverages

But there will be pillow forts, Barto was the first one to make it happen then Kaku & Rosi immediately join in the shenanigans and Caesar reluctantly joins in but secretly enjoys it

These boys may or may not go out on Saturday night and do something illegal, you can guarantee they end up doing some shenanigans, one time they ended up in the news

Fun times...

This was fun to make, feel free to send in a group of characters you want to see as roommates or questions you have about the apartment AU

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cyborg-franky · 3 years

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Hey!! I love your writing! Can I request Ace x fem!reader with the prompts (both or one, either choice will still make me a simp) “The more comfortable they felt with the game, the more intimate the questions became” And “It was supposed to be just a small peck, just good enough to count in the eyes of their friends.” maybe smutty @ end? reader and Ace both pining for each other but neither know? Playing the games with the Strawhats? Your call! I love what you come up with in all these asks!!

Thank you <3 sorry this ones been in my box so long! I made it a litttttle spicy but not N/SFW so if you wanted a follow up I'd be happy to do it.

Ace x F!Reader AU: Modern SFW - but suggestive word count: 770

Spending his Friday night with his brothers and friends was always a welcome distraction from just how busy he was at work. He couldn’t recall when the empty bottle was placed in the centre of the circle, though it seemed everyone was into the idea of a little stupid game of truth or dare. He hadn’t played it in a few years. The drinks had flowed, everyone was having a good time, ridiculous dares had been shot around the room.

Sanji had been incredibly pissed when someone dared Luffy to eat an entire jar of olives. Ace had been playing it safe, he knew how wild the dares could get when it was Sabo or Luffy aiming them his way. He sat there smugly when the bottle landed on him and Sabo grinned “Ace, truth or dare?”

You were watching the game, you’d been careful how to answer depending on the person asking you, you really didn’t want to have to flash your ass to traffic outside the window like they’d made Franky a few turns ago. “Truth” Ace replied, smoothly.

Sabo sighed, disappointed he couldn’t ask his brother to do something a sober man would regret. “Wait wait” Usopp tugged Sabo’s sleeve leaning into the blond, hand over his lips so no one could hear. The wicked expression that was on the other brother’s face caused Ace to furrow his brows ever so slightly.

“Is it true you have the biggest fattest crush on someone in this room?” The way Ace’s eyes opened wide; the smirk gone from his handsome freckled face as he fidgeted on the spot. Poor Ace you mused, you were glad that was him and not you, however.

“Ok, yeah I do” Ace played it off cooler then you ever would have “WHO?” Luffy squawked, hand still stuffed in the olive jar, funnelling them into his mouth as he spoke “That’s not how the game works” Ace snorted, everyone making disappointed groans.

The game carried on, some people had backed out, either needing to get home or just wanting to socialise around the game. The more comfortable they felt with the game, the more intimate the questions became for those who stuck around.

Ace spun the bottle and you simultaneously hoped it landed and missed you entirely. You sipped your beer, watching it spin on the carpet, both you and Ace stared intensely, like it was going to give you both the answer you’d wanted to hear all night. Do they feel the same about me? “Ah ha! I was starting to think you rigged the game, alright, Truth or Dare?” He asked, grinning. You paused, which path did you take? Maybe it was the last beer or two which urged you to be braver “Dare” A few of your friends made a childish oooh

Oh, did Ace have a look right now, the way he licked his lips thinking about the best thing to dare you, he leaned forward, eyes never breaking contact with your slowly blushing face. “I dare you to make out with the person you have a crush on”

Did you want to confess your pinning for him this way? You decided it was time to rip the band aid off, setting your beer down you got onto your knees, shuffling across the carpet, bridging the gap between you and Ace. You grabbed his face in your hands “Pucker up Portgas” you mumbled before you pulled him against you.

Your lips met, he seemed too confused to react and you wondered if this was the right thing to do, as you went to pull away, retreat into your embarrassment he grabbed your hips, holding you firmly and deepening the kiss. You felt his tongue press for entry which you gladly allowed.

He was just as good a kisser as you’d fantasized about, how he was dominating the kiss and you let him. There was a wolf whistle from one of your friends and you both pulled apart, cheeks flushed and giving one another a dopey grin, his hands still holding your hips, running up your sides.

“Hey, do you want to come back to mine?” You nodded, half lidded eyes, lips parted, he’d left you feeling some sort of way.

“It’s only a ten-minute walk” He stood and offered you his hand, you let him pull you up, stumbling over the bottle that had just been pointing at you, falling against him as you did so. “Falling for me huh?” He laughed at his own dumb comment, you rolled your eyes but gently put your arms around his neck.

“Already have”

#modern au #one piece x reader #ace one piece x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece reader insert #sfw #suggestive #party games

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shankspants · 3 years

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Strawhat's, law and kid signature scent?

i didn’t know if this was more of a general idea or if they were like designer perfume “x”‘s are links to said signature perfumes!!

Luffy: a bag of rubber bands? probably literally the ocean and his hair smells like an old easter basket at a thrift store bc of his hat. [ x ]

Zoro: um, this is completely unironic but there is this specific incense i have called moss garden and it is literally him. like if he were to give you one of his hoodies this is what it smells like. literally buy it if u can it’s so spot on imo [ x ]

Nami: citrus, duh! in a modern au i can def see nojiko making cute little soaps and lotions and selling them at a farmers market - nami is always their to sample everything. her hands specifically smell like ink and parchment [ x or x ]

Usopp: hmm, you know when you go to like home depot or any hardware store and go through the lumber aisle and it’s just wood - kinda like that? gentle nodes of leather and oil?? bc that’s what his workshop would smell like ?? y / n? also has a general b/o but like. it’s not gross? [ x or x ]

Sanji: probably the best smelling but idk how to describe just look at the links [ x or x ]

Chopper: smells like a cornchip (compliment) [ x ]

Robin: always something floral. in the evenings she’s often using lavender moisturizers and pillow sprays. in the mornings something more rose-like (general soft pink feeling? “sakura” or something). all of that mixed in with the crisp smell of old leather-bound books [ x or x ]

Franky: smells like a gas station pump? also like the bottom tray of a soft drink dispenser? like where you dump the drink when you fill your cup up half way and then you change your mind on what you want? [ x ]

Brook: i honestly have no mf clue? calcium? milk? maybe tea bc he drinks that all the time? [ x ]

Jinbe: i don’t want to say fishy ?? but like. u know. Literally The Ocean. [ x or x ]

Law: faintly smells like hospital hallways? y’know the whole doctor thing. when the mf is anywhere else but his room his like?? natural scent pops out and it’s just *chef’s kiss*. he just smells so good naturally - he’s warm and musky but it is subtle? but he does have permanent coffee breath. [ x ]

Kid: stinky (derogatory). no elaboration. [ x ]

#y'all already KNOW law is dior sauvage #i dont even simp for him but 🦋🦋#and miss robin w that black opium <3 #also deadass zoro simps get the incense #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #nami #usopp #sanji #tony tony chopper #nico robin #brook #jinbe #trafalgar law #eustass kid #op headcanons #one piece headcanons #one piece hcs

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oriigami · 4 years

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we’re running against the wind

[Part two of my One Piece Wing AU, this time focusing on the Strawhats and their histories. Read it on AO3 here!] [Part One]

“I can’t fly,” Kuina told him, one warm and dusky night, sitting on the porch step and staring down at the grass. Arms wrapped around bony knees, bruised and grass-stained. “Did you know that?”

Zoro blinked, and sat down beside her, baffled for a moment. “What do you mean? Cause your wings haven’t grown out yet?”

She sighed, heavy and tired, and stretched one wing out at her side. It was simple, plain black, small for her age. “You know what a rail is?”

“A rail?”

“It’s a kind of bird. The kind I am. They live on the ground,” Kuina said, staring down at the grass between her scuffed shoes. “They don’t fly. They’re no good for it. Their wings are too small. Even if they try, they can never get too far off the ground.”

She shot him a sideways look, and halfheartedly tugged on one of his feathers. His wings were still growing, but already much larger than hers, big and brown, almost gold in the sunlight. Eagle wings. Wings meant to soar.

“You’re lucky, Zoro,” she said, looking up at him with a terribly sad half-smile on her face that he never, ever wanted to see again. “Someday, you’re going to fly.”

Zoro woke up with her voice still ringing in her head.

Consciousness hit him with an unpleasant jolt, and he had half a second to process the dusty courtyard- not Shimotsuki dojo- before a half-dozen different varieties of discomfort hit him all at once.

The hunger pains were practically screaming in the back of his mind, and he was parched from dehydration. He was half-numb from the ropes digging into his skin, cutting off blood circulation. He shifted, trying to prop himself up as best he could, and grit his teeth against the sharp, stabbing pain of blood starting to flow again.

As soon as he moved, his wings pulsed with pain, and he had to bite back a yell. They’d been lashed roughly to the pole at his back at an uncomfortable angle that had started as barely tolerable and progressed, over the course of the days, to maddening. The dusty ground all around him was scattered with fallen dusty gold feathers, both those that had been pulled loose by the ropes and those that had shed on their own as starvation had taken its toll.

It was fine, though. What was a few feathers lost? It wasn’t like he was going to die here. It wasn’t like he could.

He had a promise to keep, after all.

Arlong never clipped Nami’s wings. They were too useful for quick getaways. To him, they were just some of the features that made her such a valuable tool, such a clever, profitable little thief. So, no, he never damaged her wings.

But he loved to remind her that he could.

If she disobeyed, if she tried to run away- well, fishmen were so strong, and wings were so fragile. She learned to bear the fear, though she always kept her wings folded close and tight to her back whenever she walked through Arlong Park. If there was one thing she could be grateful for, at least, it was that he never thought to threaten to hurt Nojiko’s wings instead.

She could still hear the crunch of Bellemere’s wingbones when Arlong had stomped on them.

Fishmen didn’t have wings. It made sense- what sure would undersea creatures have for them? But she couldn’t help but suspect, every now and then, that Arlong was envious. He could rule their towns and beat them into the ground and proclaim himself and his brethren superior over humans in every way- but he would never, ever fly. That was something Nami would always hold over him.

Nami’s wings were simple at first glance- black, with splotches of bright white at the shoulders and tips- but under the sunlight, the black glittered, turning to dark iridescent bluish-green. They looked nothing like Bellemere’s wide, long-feathered osprey wings had.

“Would you cut it out?” she snapped, one wing stretching out to swat Luffy’s curious hands away from the straw hat resting in her lap.

She’d known him for more than a day now, but she still couldn’t really make up her mind on her temporary captain. He was annoying, but good-hearted, but stupid, but honest- and she’d never seen wings like his either. They were bright red and featherless, looking more bat than bird. Overall, he was a frustrating enigma, for how open he was.

Not that it mattered, really. She’d be parting ways with them soon enough.

“Are you done yet?” he asked insistently, leaning around her shoulder to peer at the mostly-repaired hat cradled in her hands. The wide, ugly knife cuts Buggy had left in the golden straw were mostly hidden now, though you could still see the scars if you knew to look- the replacement straw she’d had to use in places was brighter and cleaner than the worn, aged material of the rest of the hat.

She wondered idly just how old this stupid hat was. There were other repairs worked into the straw here and there, some more recent and some much older, hand-stitched with varying levels of neatness and expertise.

“Nearly,” she said, not for the first time. “Be patient.”

The sun caught on the mended straw, and all of a sudden she remembered a question she’d wanted to ask. “Hey, Luffy,” she said before his attention could drift. “What’s with this feather?”

She’d noticed it when they’d first met, and wondered at it. It was tucked into the red ribbon that ran around the hat, and when she’d taken the hat to repair it and gotten a closer look, she’d noticed that it was carefully stitched into place. It was striped black and sapphire blue, with a tiny splash of white at the tip.

“Oh!” Luffy said. “That’s Sabo’s!”

Nami blinked. “Sabo?” she repeated.

“My brother!” Luffy said.

Zoro blinked one eye open from where he’d been napping on one of the little boat’s benches, lifting his head. “You’ve got a brother?” he asked.

“There’s more of you?” Nami said at the same time.

Luffy snickered. “I’ve got two big brothers!” he explained. “They both set out to sea before me, though. Sabo first, and then Ace second. Sabo had bluejay wings. Yours kinda remind me of them, Nami!”

Had, Nami thought, and thought of Nojiko- solid blue wings, tipped with black. Thought about the osprey feather tucked away in the very back of her dresser in Cocoyashi. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Luffy said. “They’re really pretty! And glittery and blue, like the ocean!”

“Oh,” Nami said. “...Thanks.”

...So maybe she liked her temporary captain, just a little. It wouldn’t change anything, in the end.

Usopp lied about his wings. He kept them tucked close to his back, and whenever someone asked, he’d come up with a new species, something big and intimidating. Hawk, eagle, falcon- something flashy, impressive, worthy of a brave warrior of the sea.

Of course, none of those were true. (Nothing he said ever was.) Everyone in the village knew it, too- they’d known him since he was a kid, after all. The truth he never wanted to admit was that his wings were unremarkable, just like him. Plain black, medium size, with a thick stripe of white running through the middle of each. He only ever opened them when he was with his friends, or with Kaya.

The first time she’d seen his wings was when he threw his arms open too wide when telling a story, caught up in the fantasy inside his head, and unbalanced himself from his perch on the tree outside her window. They’d snapped open on instinct to break his fall and let him catch himself midair, and he’d flapped back up to her window to see her beaming.

“Look,” she’d said, and stretched her own wings open- big beautiful crane wings, wide and white but with a thick band of black on the inside of each. Just the opposite of his. “We match!”

Over time, Kaya’s sickness had taken its toll on her wings, just as on the rest of her. She was always shedding drifts of feathers, leaving her wings looking scrawny and patchy. They were beautiful nonetheless, though, wide and graceful, the surviving feathers bright white.

“Someday,” he told her, “We’ll go flying, once you’re better and your feathers grow back. And I’ll show you the island where everything is made out of candy, and the trees talk to you!”

She laughed into her hands, wings curling around her. “Do they?”

“They do!” Usopp confirmed, nodding emphatically. “And they sing, too. But only for kind-hearted girls with white wings. So if we went there, they’d sing for you for sure!”

She smiled, big and warm and honest. “That sounds lovely, Usopp!”

Usopp grinned back.

A couple days later, the pirates came.

And it was sudden and violent and terrifying, and Klahadore’s massive black vulture wings seemed to block out the sky, and Usopp was sure a dozen times over that he was going to die, but-

But he didn’t.

By the time it was all over and it was time to set sail, Kaya’s wings were already looking healthier.

“Kid,” the old man had said, the first day on the rock, voice gruff and thick from coughing up seawater. “You still alive?”

Sanji didn’t say anything, pulling skinny knees to his chest and glaring over the top of them at the old man’s back. The old man had a long piece of driftwood balanced over his knees, and was methodically shredding his shirt into long strips. One of his wings was awkwardly bent in a way that made Sanji cringe to look at. The pain must have been terrible, but the old man’s voice didn’t even shake.

“C’mere. I need your help with something.”

Sanji didn’t move. “What?” he asked, and almost winced at the croak of his own voice.

“Can’t reach my wing. Busted it against the rocks, and if I don’t set it now it won’t heal right.”

“So?” Sanji muttered sullenly. “What do I care?”

“You stupid, brat?” the old man asked tiredly, and didn’t even give Sanji time to bristle before he continued, “Your wings ain’t big enough to reach land yet, but you’re little enough to carry. If my wing heals right, I can get us both off this rock. Hopefully before we starve to death.”

“...How do I know you won’t leave me?” Sanji had asked suspiciously.

The old man looked at him askance over his shoulder, holding himself stiffly so as not to jar his injured wing. “Shit, kid, I might be a pirate, but I’m not a monster. You think I’d just ditch a little kid to die?”

Sani blinked. Oh.

(It had made Judge so, so angry, that Sanji was the only one of his brothers with wings. It was an embarrassment, an infuriation, that the failure could fly unassisted when the perfect sons could not. It was why he’d been locked away, in a cell where he could never see the sky, where there was no hope at all of flight.)

He inched his way across the craggy stone to the old man, lips pressed tight. He took the stick of driftwood and makeshift bandages and quietly set to work, following the old man’s terse instructions. He wasn’t used to being on this end of it. Normally it was Reiju bandaging his injuries, setting his sprains and broken bones.

(“You deserve to fly,” she’d said through desperate tears as she shoved him towards the ship, grey-and-violet wings pulled close to her back. “Go!”)

One he had the last clumsy knot tied, the old man gave him some of the food- so little- and they split to wait. For the old man’s broken bones to heal, or for a ship to come. Whichever came first.

And they’d waited, and waited, and waited.

After the third week, Sanji had started to lose feathers. After the makeshift shelter he’d managed to scrounge together fell apart, his wings provided the only protection from the elements. He huddled behind their shade as the weeks crawled by, agonizingly slowly.

Fallen black and white feathers littered the stone around him by the time desperation drove him to curl shaking fingers around a knife, and drag himself to the other side of the island, and discover the terrible truth. The knife clattered to the stone, and Sanji collapsed along with it.

It was twenty more days before the old man was well enough to fly. Sanji was half-unconscious with delirium by then, and all he knew of the flight was hunger, and wind, and endless, endless blue. The ocean below, and the cloudless sky above, and nothing at all between.

It never did quite leave his mind.

“Have you ever heard,” he said, leaning against the railing and turning to look at the idiot in the straw hat, “of the All Blue?”

Chopper had never had wings.

It was just another reason he knew he’d never fit in. No matter how human he could make himself look, he would never have wings, and that would always give him away.

He did know how to treat them, though. Of course he did. A great doctor needed to know those sorts of things. Doctorine had taught him- about wing breaks and sprains, the sort of injuries that could be crippling and the ones where the patient might fly again, her own grey parrot wings flaring dramatically whenever she made a point.

At the moment, Doctorine was leaning over the unconscious bodies of their three newest patients- the blonde man with the back injury, the girl with the fever, and the black-haired boy.

“Let’s see here,” she hummed. “Secretarybird, common magpie, and- hm.”

Chopper blinked up at her, intrigued by her sudden silence. Her expression was hard to read. “Doctorine? Is it about that boy’s wings? I saw they were different, and he hasn’t got feathers, is that normal for humans? Is he sick?”

“Not normal,” she agreed absently. “But not unprecedented, either.” She chuckled. “It’s been some time since I last met a D.”

“A… huh?”

Doctorine waved it off. “Oh, nothing. Get him to a warm room and then prep Mr. Secretarybird there for surgery, will you? I need to find the antibiotics for Miss Magpie, she’s the most urgent of the three.”

“Ah- yes, Doctorine!” Chopper agreed, and bounced into action, and questions about feathers and wings and Ds were quickly forgotten.

Franky didn’t have wings.

He had had, at one point, though he’d never really cared much about them either way. After all, Tom-san hadn’t had wings, and neither had Kokoro. And it wasn’t like they were any use for shipbuilding, and he didn’t have many places to fly to, anyways.

Iceberg had taught him how to fly, even though he’d always insisted he didn’t need Iceberg to teach him anything. But it had been useful for getting up to high places that needed construction, or making a quick getaway after breaking something, and- yeah, okay, he could admit it. It was fun. Flying had been fun.

And then there had been the sea train. And wings were so very fragile.

By the time he hauled himself aboard the scrap ship with broken hands, he already knew he wouldn’t fly ever again. His wings were wrecked beyond any dream of repair, skin shredded and bones shattered into fragments. Even if he had the ability to create prosthetics lightweight and detailed enough to replace them- which, not to sell himself short, he probably could, given time and materials that he didn’t have- he never would have been able to attach them to the nerves properly, not at that angle.

No, better just to amputate, and cauterize, and focus on the things he did need: his hands, his eyes, his organs.

And he’d gone on, and it had been fine, and most of the time he barely missed flying at all.

“Look,” he said, as the Agua Laguna raged outside and the dumb pirate kid refused to listen to reason. “Listen to me, bro. I’m serious. You listening?”

The kid didn’t answer, but he did pause in hammering away at his dead ship for a moment, which Franky decided to take as a yes.

“Your ship’s crippled,” Franky said bluntly. “She can’t sail anymore. It’s like- okay, you saw my wings are gone, right?”

“...Yeah.”

“Taking that ship to sea,” Franky said, “would be like pushing me off a cliff. There was a time I could’ve survived that just fine, but now it’d smash me to pieces. Your ship’s lost her wings. And no matter what, you can’t fix that.”

The kid stared at him, biting his lip so hard it looked like it might bleed, something cracking in his eyes, black and white wings curling protectively around his shoulders. Franky felt for him, he really did- he knew better than most what it felt like to fight something you couldn’t possibly win to try and save something you loved- but truth was truth, even when it hurt.

He was just starting to hope he might have finally gotten through when the door crashed open and suddenly, they all had bigger problems to worry about.

Robin’s wings were nondescript. It was useful, in its way, when it came to living in hiding. From the slanderous stories told about her and the people of Ohara, people expected crow, raven, rook- something dark and threatening. Or even featherless demon wings, much like those of her new captain.

Instead, her wings were simple, uniform dark grey with tawny orange-brown patches spreading from the shoulders. Robin wings.

Her mother’s had looked much the same, she remembered. It was one of the only details that had stuck in her head about Nico Olvia, as the long years had worn away at the few memories of her mother she had. Most of her mother’s face was a blur, now, but she still remembered a few things: white hair, sad eyes, wings of a mourning dove.

As Spandam dragged her down the Bridge of Hesitation, hands and powers bound, she flapped her wings frantically as hard as she could, even as the chains around her shoulders to weigh her down and stop her flying broke feathers and gouged at skin with every movement. She didn’t even need lift, just to push herself backwards a meter, a foot, an inch-

If she could buy even a minute, even a second-

Spandam spat an ugly word at her as he was jerked backwards, stumbling for a moment and nearly face-planting onto the bridge before he managed to find his balance. He snarled, grabbed her by the shoulder and hurled her to the ground, driving the air from her lungs with a painful gasp.

He stomped down hard between her shoulder blades, pinning her down.

“You know,” he said, sounding almost gleeful, “the Tenryuubito cut off the wings of their slaves. To be sure they’ll never escape. Maybe I’ll recommend that, as part of your judgement. Or…”

He moved his shoe from the center of her back to press lightly down on one of the delicate wing-joints in her right wing, and her breath caught.

“Or maybe I’ll just do it myself,” he said. “What do you think, Nico Robin?”

Nico Olvia, with white hair and sad eyes and mourning-dove wings that had been bloodied, perforated by rifle-shots, ruined to stop her from flying away-

They’d aimed for the wings, first. They’d wanted to be sure that not a single scholar could escape. Not one was left uncrippled by the time the marines evacuated the burning wreck of Ohara.

(Except Robin.)

“It’s not like you’ll be flying ever again, where you’re going,” Spandam continued, starting to press down, and Robin closed her eyes and grit her teeth against the pain and the rising plea for mercy alike. She refused to beg. Her mother had fought to the end, and so would she.

Then there was a blaze of light, and a crash, and a fireball caught Spandam perfectly in the head, and Robin was saved.

(Though, perhaps, if she was honest with herself, she’d been saved a very long time ago.)

When Brook had been alive, his wings had been soft, plain uniform brown.

Nightingale, Yorki had laughed, one late night when they were sorting through a wing glossary one of the crewmen had picked up on the latest island, trying to place everyone’s wings. Oi, Brook, no wonder you’ve got the best singing voice on the ship.

Brook had warbled out a few notes in response, as horrifically flat and off-pitch as he could physically manage, and Yorki had nearly cracked a rib laughing.

But wings rotted away just like all other flesh, and by the time Brook crawled his way back to the world of the living, they were nothing but bones and a drift of soft brown feathers, shed on the rotting planks. He tucked a few of the feathers away in an inside pocket of his coat, just in case they helped Laboon to recognize him, someday.

Catching the remnants of his wings in the corners of his eyes (ah, but he didn’t have those anymore-), grasping and skeletal, always caught him off guard, almost worse than catching sight of his reflection. The bare, bright white stood in such contrast to the soft brown he was so used to seeing that he thought he would never truly get used to it. He couldn’t imagine anyone else would, either.

And then-

“Your wings are awesome, Brook!” Luffy said, bright and enthusiastic and entirely sincere, sprawled on his back on the piano. His wings were splayed out beneath him- featherless and red, entirely unlike any Brook had never seen before. “They’re so cool!”

For a moment, Brook couldn’t find words. (How unsuiting, for a songsmith.) And then he said, “Why, thank you, Luffy-san. I should tell you, though… I’m afraid they’re not good for much. I can no longer fly.”

Luffy blinked, and then said, “So? I can’t, neither.”

“...You can’t?”

Luffy snickered, grinning. “Nah! My wings only sorta work. Something ‘bout my devil fruit and my bones or something. I don’t really get it. But it doesn’t matter! I mean, I can just rocket to places. And you too, right? You can run on water! That’s so cool!”

Brook looked at Luffy’s beaming grin for a long moment, and couldn’t stop the urge to smile back, even though he had no lips with which to do so.

And then he said, “May I join your crew?”

Luffy laughed like the best song Brook had ever heard. “Sure!”

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Note - This is my first time writing anything, so please go easy on me :)

Soulmate AU! Where your soulmate’s first sentence you hear them say is tattooed on your arm

Idea by @akermanch on Tumblr

Art by @mushroomgrenade

Ace x Marco

“Welcome to Starbucks may I take your order?”

Those were the very words that were tattooed on Ace’s bare arms.

Ace has seen some people with the same tattoos on their arms just like him, and it’s not a rare sight nowadays. Being currently nineteen years old and almost twenty in a few months, Ace has been looking for his stupid soulmate for years. All his friends have found their soulmates, and even his stupid younger brother has Zoro!

They met when Luffy was a junior in high school, and the boy couldn’t be happier when he found out his soulmate had to redo his last year in the place. Not the same could be said with Zoro, but after meeting his hyperactive brother and falling for him after a few months, the boy wasn’t about to complain.

His other brother, Sabo, on the other hand, had met his soulmate Koala when he was twelve, and she has been like family to him since then.

All in all, Ace is happy for his brothers and is grateful for their other halves too.

But what about him? Where is his soulmate? And which fucking Starbucks do they work in?!

And now that question is something he’s been asking himself ever since he’s turned thirteen because he’s pretty sure that by then, he’s been over at least a hundred Starbucks in his state alone.

Ace is sick of getting “Nos” or sometimes a “Nah, my dude, I’m waiting for someone to order a grande skinny latte extra cream” whenever he asks a barista if they’re the one. And to make matters worse, most of the times he’d get a few snickers from people who are CLEARLY ON A DATE WITH THEIR SOULMATES.

And those days are the worst. Which are....most weekends.

Ace has been thinking of almost all the possibilities of why he hasn't met his soulmate yet. And you know what? Overthinking is seriously a bitch.

What if his soulmate doesn't even work in the United States? What if his soulmate found someone that isn’t Ace but ordered the same caramel snickerdoodle macchiato like him? Or what if his soulmate is sick of getting asked the same question and snaps at him?

Oh. Hell. No. is his soulmate snapping at him for asking that question.

Overall, you get the point, and as Ace said before, overthinking is a bitch.

Though honestly? Ace is ready to just give up right about now. As he just got another few snickers and laughs from a nearby couple grabbing their Frappuccinos after hearing Ace’s conversation with the new barista. New news, he got another no from the cutie with purple hair tied up in a chignon, she was nice enough to introduce herself as Carina, so she wasn’t that bad. The couple on the other hand?

“Y’know, I sincerely hope ya’ll get diabetes”

Did he just say that out loud?

“What the fuck did you just say you wretched fuck!”

Of course, he did.

Ace ran out of the door, not after grabbing his caramel snickerdoodle macchiato from another blonde barista and waving them off. He was taught to be polite, after all.

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Marco wasn’t even supposed to be in the store today, but apparently his colleague Drake had to call a day off since his soulmate came over to visit.

And would you know that,

“Y’know, I sincerely hope ya’ll get diabetes”

Was tattooed on Marco’s arm.

Marco was never a fan of his own soulmate tattoo since he thought of how distasteful it sounded.

So he normally would wear wrist bands to cover it up.

But for fuck's sake that was him!

Marco was the one to handed him his stupid secret menu caramel snickerdoodle macchiato too!

It all happened so fast, he just finished break and went out with his apron in hand, handing it to the freckled bastard. No. His soulmate now. He was handing his soulmate his caramel snickerdoodle macchiato and heard him say that fucking sentence.

His soulmate ran after saying it too, while Marco couldn’t think, his body moved on its own. And that was the best thing his body has done for him in a long while.

He thought.

Marco lost his soulmate. And he felt it too.

The bastard was lying on the ground in the middle of a street, a truck right beside him, and blood. Oh, blood. So much blood was pouring out of him, and the fucking couple was just standing there, not knowing what to do.

Marco didn’t know what to do, he can only feel a horrible stomach drop in his gut, and he couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch. Watch as the life of his soulmate drains from him, in an alarmingly fast pace.

Marco was dazed, and what brought him back was the loud sound of an ambulance coming through.

Marco couldn’t do anything but watch from afar while his soulmate got taken away.

He was terrified.

For the first time in his life, he was so scared he started to sob in the middle of the streets, with everyone watching.

He just stayed there, bawling his eyes out, until his colleague came out for him.

After getting into the staff room, Marco didn’t hear anything his colleague said until she asked him that question.

“Is Ace your soulmate?”

Looking up, Marco saw his ginger-haired colleague, her hair was tied in a messy ponytail, and her gentle brown eyes looked at him with worry.

“Pardon?” he asked

“Ace, is Ace your soulmate?” Nami asked again.

“Is that his name?” Marco’s face could be seen with confusion by now.

“The idiot that got hit by a truck outside? Yep, that’s him.” She explained.

Ace.

A-c-e.

“Ace”

His name rolled off Marco’s tongue without Marco even noticing.

That’s his soulmate’s name.

His name is Ace.

“Ace is your soulmate?” another voice chimed in.

Marco looked up. Red hair.

Why does everyone but him know his soulmate?

This is absurd.

But Marco replied to his manager regardless.

“Yes, uh, I mean, I guess? No. I’m pretty sure it’s him, but why-”

“Then why haven't you said so?” Shanks loudly exclaimed.

A tic mark formed on Marco’s forehead.

“It seems like he didn’t know until now boss.” Nami explained for him.

“Well, if that’s the case, come with me! I'm driving Luffy to the hospital now since he’s worried.” his manager loudly shouted right beside his BLOODY EAR.

But before Marco could utter out another word, he found himself standing up and leaving the store with Shanks.

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The ride itself was absolutely horrible.

Red Hair’s son was basically bawling for his apparent “big brother”, Marco would have to remember that later. While the other, who introduced himself as Sabo, he was quite polite, tried to calm the kid.

Apparently his name is Luffy.

And with Luffy’s bawling, he could make out that this sort of accident, in fact, isn’t the first time that happened to this...Ace. To his soulmate.

Marco is beginning to worry more now.

And according to Shanks, the reason why literally everyone in the store knows Ace but him is because he’s a regular on Sundays.

And Marco just so happens to take Sundays off.

When they got to the hospital, Marco wasn’t allowed in the patient’s room since he wasn’t “family member” according to the nurse.

Marco was his bloody soulmate!

But oh no, since he couldn’t exactly prove it, he wasn’t allowed in.

After about half an hour, Shanks came out and told him that Ace was stable, and suggested him to go back home and take the day off.

He promised Marco that he would talk to Ace and inform Marco when Ace wakes.

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The pain ringing inside Ace’s head was horrible, and when he woke up somewhere unfamiliar to him, you couldn’t exactly blame him for panicking.

The room was big and white, and there was a table beside him, a cup of water and two orange pills on it, a television right in front of him, and he could feel the wind to his left.

Ace looked around, but before he could move his neck further, a shot of pain ran through him.

He yelped, and not even seconds, someone barged into the room.

“WHAT THE OUCH!”

Another shot of pain ran through him, but way bigger this time, and Ace couldn’t help it anymore, as tears start spilling through his eyes.

“Don’t move so much Ace-ya, your wounds are still fresh, and you’ve been out cold a day and a half, let your body rest”

“I've been WHAT?!”

The guy that barged in just sighed in response, pushed Ace down softly to his bed, and started to write on his clipboard. He had a plastic name tag on him.

“Tr-tra-traflger-traflgar-”

Another pain shot through Ace, but this time, his arms. He could see the blue liquid being injected into his systems and roughly pulled his hand back with anger.

“What the fuck Traffy?!” Ace exclaimed.

“This is sedative Ace-ya, don’t worry, it’ll help you. You’re also just like Strawhat-ya I see, I suppose it makes sense since your siblings…” “Traffy” replied with a nonchalant tone

And Ace finally looked at “Traffy” properly, he had sideburns, a goatee, black messy hair, silver eyes, and a bunch of badass tattoos on him. He was also wearing a lab coat? Spotted jeans and a white fur hat with black spotted patterns on it.

He’s kinda hot.

But he’s not Ace’s soulmate.

“Traffy where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital, room 311. Also, don’t call me Traffy. You can call me Law.”

Ace looked out the window a bit, as it was a sunny day, birds are chirping, and he could see kids outside playing.

Law looked at him and cleared his throat a bit.

Ace turned over slowly to look at Law.

“We had to cut your hair a bit to patch you up, I hope you don’t mind. You were in a car crash, and your head was unfortunately hit, but you’ll be fine, and you can leave in about a week. I will inform your family members soon, and you would be able to see them.”

Ace nodded but stayed silent.

“Would you like anything for now?” Law asked.

Ace looked up and shooked his head.

Ace didn’t want anything now.

He’s just tired.

Ace closed his eyes, he might as well have a nap right now.

Until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

It was Law, his cold silver eyes looked at him with no emotion.

“You’re uncle Shanks wanted me to give you this piece of paper. Remember to eat your pills, and stay hydrated, call me if you need anything else with the button beside your bed.”

Handing Ace the white piece of paper, Law left without a word.

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Marco couldn’t sleep for the whole week without the help of sleeping pills.

Shanks didn’t call back, and he didn’t come to the store since last week, Marco was worried sick but no one could help him in any way.

This was Marco’s own problem, and this was HIS soulmate.

He’ll be fine, Marco assured himself multiple times during the day, and his tired droopy eyes were droopier than ever.

Dark circles formed beneath his eyes, and his colleagues have started to worry about him.

Marco was fine though, he must be fine.

He will be fine when Ace wakes up.

The bell ringed and without looking up, Marco automatically replied with

“Welcome to Starbucks may I take your order?”

After fumbling with his apron, Marco looked up with his pen in hand and his eyes widened.

“...Ah”

Right in front of him, stood a freckled face, half his messy black hair cut off with bandages wrapped around his head and face.

“Are you my soulmate?”

Marco’s froze.

He didn’t know what to say.

Ace looked back at him, disappointment could be seen from his face.

“Or, not. I-uh, Shanks just gave me a description that a guy named Marco with blond hair said he’s my soulmate, but maybe I got the wrong person-”

“I-I don’t understand.” Marco managed to mutter out.

“I’m sorry?” Ace asked.

“Red Hair didn’t contact me, I-I thought you were still in the hospital!” Marco stuttered out in a frenzy.

“Oh! Well, Shanks is on a business trip without any services, he would probably be back in a few days.” Ace replied, cheerfully now.

Marco looked at the freckled teen, and finally, relief washed over him, and the stress from the past week came crashing down. He reached over the counter and grabbed the teen and hugged him in an awkward position, but Marco didn’t care.

Because Ace is safe.

Ace hugged back with emotion, strong as Marco’s.

Pulling away, Marco gave Ace a tired grin.

Which Ace gave back with, but a lot brighter than Marco’s.

“My name is Ace.”

“I uh, already know that. Name’s Marco.”

“I already know that too.”

Marco would have to remind himself to kick Red Hair’s ass when he gets back.

#mywork #one piece #ace x marco #fanfic #marco #ace #portgas d ace

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angelrider13 · 6 years

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OP Soulmates verse: Wild AU

So I was asked what I’d had in mind for the Wild AU out of curiosity. I figured I’d post the answer here in case anyone was interested. It got kinda long, so under the cut.

Most of what I was thinking was that the Marines were prepared for the Revolutionaries. But for all that Dragon is the Most Wanted Man In The World, he doesn’t have the allies or the reputation that Whitebeard does. He is Very Dangrous, of course, but operates very much in the shadows because he isn’t ready or able to front a full scale war with the World Government. The Government and Marines know this. So they prepare, but they don’t prepare to the extent they did for Ace’s execution in canon.

The problem with this though, is that the Government forgot to factor in one very important thing: Luffy.

The Government underestimates how much power he has because he’s a rookie. He hasn’t even been sailing under his own flag for a year yet. And sure, a lot of the upper echelon of the Marines could beat him in a physical fight.

But.

Luffy isn’t just Dragon’s son. He’s also Whitebeard’s son. He’s Shanks’ son/nephew. He’s Ace’s brother. He’s his crew’s captain. He has more family and friends and allies than the the Government understands or comprehends.

And the thing is Teach could have told them that. He could have. But why would he? He doesn’t have any loyalty to the Government. He doesn’t care about the outcome of this as long as he gets what he wanted out of it. What does he care if the Marines crash and burn? What does he care about how this fight goes down. So Teach stays quiet, not out of loyalty or lingering guilt, but simply because he’s not invested in it. It’s just not his problem.

So when the date rolls around and the day of execution is upon them, the Marines are woefully unprepared. They can tell things have gone sideways when as soon as they announce Luffy’s parentage and Whitebeard’s fleet shows up, with the Strawhats in tow. Then Shanks shows up. The battle isn’t onesided exactly, but the Marines were definitely losing. Then the Revolutionaries start sabotaging things from the inside - traps fail, strategies fail. They were preparing for a desperate frontal assault from a small band of freedom fighters. But the Revolutionaries are all about guerilla warfare, espionage, assassination. Dragon might not have been involved in his son’s life, but he knew enough. He had a friend, you see. A young woman who cared very much for his son and raised him who had lived on the same island he was born on. A young woman who just so happened to send him updates every so often, encrypted of course. Dragon knows that his son has friends in high places. He doesn’t need a frontal assault.

Meanwhile, up on the execution platform, Luffy is very much pleased (”Oh, everyone showed up, cool! That’s nice.”) while Garp just kind of laughs and cries at the same time because of course this is what happens. Of course. Garp also wants it known that he told Sengoku that this was a Very Bad Idea, but did anyone listen to him? Nope. Sengoku would very much like to chuck Garp off the platform. He does not. Barely.

Because everything is in chaos and Ace hasn’t even shown up yet.

The Strawhats are pretty much shouting at each other. Zoro and Sanji as fighting (shocker), Nami’s yelling at them to behave, Franky and Usopp are shooing pretty much everything with lasers and whatever Usopp has on hand that can be used as a projectile. Chopper’s freaking out about injured people, Brook is playing a lovely fight song, and Robin - well Robin does have a history of being a sneaky assassin. Thatch watches all of this with fond amusement because only Luffy’s crew. They’re very much out classed here, but the Whitebeards keep a protective eye on them (because they’re Luffy’s and Luffy is theirs so the Strawhats are theirs too) and anything that stands between the Strawhats and their Captain is the Enemy and is to be dealt with Quickly And Without Mercy.

Hancock is going to strangle Ace when he finally shows up. He had one job. ONE FUCKING JOB. She’s going to break his face. (No one notices when the small slip of girl that had been following the Snake Princess quietly melts into the shadows.)

Luffy beams and suddenly warns Garp, “He’s super angry. This is the most angry he’s EVER been.”

He says it pointedly, while looking at the sky like he’s waiting. And Garp’s stomach just sinks. Because he knows exactly who his grandson is talking about and this particular person has had a LOT of things in their life to be angry about. So of course that’s when Ace shows up.

In all his Demonic glory. Que mass freakout.

And Luffy just laughs. Because of course he does.

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gildedmuse · 4 years

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Anonymous asked:

do you like any of the one piece manga colorspreads? if yes, which ones?

(Apparently you cannot answer questions more than once which seems like a flaw. People can always change their mind.

Let's see, where did I leave off? Oh that's right. the Strawhats are a acid punk rock band now . So the obvious next step is...

Devil Fruit's Angels

That's right, in this universe the Strawhats aren't marauders of the sea. They're marauders of the open road.

Look at this badass biker gang. And I'm not abbreviating for motorcycles. Luffy heard there were such a thing as a biker gang and took it very literally. Best of all, he got eight people to go along with this.

Eventually, he accidentally tore the bottom wheel rim from his bike, the Going Merry, but then they met Franky and since he was unaware of Luffy's stupidity innocence at this time, he built him an actual damn motorcycle. Zoro painted the sidecar to look like a shark (okay technically Usopp did the painting and Zoro bitched about it but he loves it if anyone scratches that paint job they immediately find themselves with their blades in their face). He just lays there, sleeping, sometimes doing weights while letting Luffy drive a fucking motorcycle.

Love that Nami weighed up her choices and her and Robin decide to ride with Usopp. Let's face it, he is easily the most responsible rider. Well, that's why Nami choose him. Chopper has two designated seats: Usopp's basket and Zoro's lap. So of course Robin has to sit where she can see Chopper.

Also, LOOK HOW FUCKING CUTE CHOPPER IS IN A BASKET.

Brook seems to be riding a penny farthing which is pretty amazing. He probably just had one in his garage from his youth. Sanji has wisely decided to ride backwards bitchseat so that smoke doesn't fly back in his own face. I am unable to see what Franky is driving. I assume his bottom half turns into a motorcycle. I mean why not?

The Strawhat Gang does pretty much the exact same shit they do as Pirates. I mean, Luffy even falls into water just as often. How? It's Luffy that's how.

Law's little group of anarchist ride around in a yellow Volkswagen Beetle. Fight me.

Winter Wonder Island

IS THAT PENGUIN WEARING ZORO'S HARAMAKI? HOW DID HE GET IT? DIES ZORO KNOW? DID HE GIVE OT TO HIM? DID ZORO THINK THE PENGUIN'S BELLY MIGHT BE COLD?

I love Nami and Chopper playing, though Chopper looks less pleased. Plus the polar bear and Luffy are just the same person/bear. And nothing can convince me Robin isn't currently getting a back massage by a walrus. That is how my bitch roles.

The Straw Helmets

And we're back to the AUs.

Total honesty time: I picked this less put of love (though I enjoy most the AU ones) and more to annoy a friend.. See, I know many a Norwegian. They are a super nice country, you guys.

Who get super pissed at popular depictions of Vikings. Which are wrong.

And yet this particular reimagining is so wrong it's like gone full circle. I mean it's still nowhere near accurate but damn is it awesome. Are they riding walruses? Oda knows the Vikings had horses, right? And reindeer?

And yet he's gone with the well known domestic walrus. Huh. It's a choice.

Honestly, Franky and Usopp's costumes look more gladiator than Viking (also, I know you are a pervert Franky, but you literally gonna die of hypothermia.) Chopper is apparently one of those famous Japaness Vikings based on his costume design while Luffy is wearing something I can 100% imagine Doflamingo owned at some point. And Zoro....

Well, there is a reason I have a tag called Zoro's sense of direction and/or fashion. Look at that thing. That is a mess. I love it.

Get Wet

Nami, babe, me, Brook, Sanji, and apparently Robin a appreciate how sexy you're being right now.

But all I see is Zoro's damn fine back with water forming little riblets around his muscles. Also, love the boy's smile as he watches Luffy. He totally knows what's about to go down and thinks it's fucking hilarious.

They Call It The Grand Line

Every member of the coward trio (plus guest member Brook) is freaking the fuck out and I love it. Chopper and Nami are cling to one another, Brook's soul has left his body, and I'm pretty certain Usopp has half climbed into the seat in front of him to grab Zoro. Which I cannot blame him for.

Meanwhile, Robin is watching this whole spectacle with mild amusement, Sanji is straight up grilling... While on the back of a rollar coaster, Franky is chowing down on some of that food and Zoro... Zoro is getting drunk. On a rollar coaster.

The only one who seems to be having any fun is Luffy, sitting, of course, on his special seat. Look at that kid, he's having a blast. Well now we know how all the other Strawhats ended up here.

A Game Of Chicken

There's a lot I could say about this picture, but all I'm going to say is this: Zoro is clearly riding a weird ass chocobo.

What else can beat that?

Pirate Olympics: Where Everyone Is Winner Wanted Man

Oh, look, it's another AU one!

Look, over all, everyone has a sport that is either well suited to them (except maybe Brook. I mean soccer? Really? Not, like short distance sprinting since he's the fastest strawhat or fencing? If it were winter he could participate in the skeleton - yohohoho!).

Let's just amire Zoro playing baseball THREE BAT STYLE. LIke a goddamn boss.

You Know What's Awesome? Drugs.

It doesn't even matter what's going on in this one, it's goddamn beautiful.

Just Another Sunny Day

[You know when I said I haven't read the manga yet? Well, also terrible with visual images - the world should be in words in my opinion. So this, it turns out, is not a colorspread but fanart by the very talented Frayten who I deeply apologize to for not crediting earlier. I'm keeping it though, because it's amazing art, it's been reblogged and at least now it's properly credit on the main post. Many thanks to @blueriza to for being a better fan than I am.]

I really enjoy this little switch up. I want to believe it isn't just Law fucking with them but they've all inhaled some kind of mind switching pollen of something. So one day Law just came out to find Robin making breakfast and heart eyes at all the men, Sanji eating nothing but meet and bouncing around like he was made of rubber, Franky trying to play the violin, Chopper taling wild stories about when he was captain, Usopp training for a couple hours before passing out, Brook worrying over everyone's health, Nami striking posed while talking about how SUPER it all is, and Luffy, for once in his life, perfectly calm as he sits there reading.

That would be hilarious but, yeah, obviously it was Law. Look at how Nami Zoro is threatening him. She know exactly who pulled this shit. And look at Law's smug little smirk.

Hey, you suppose Law flirted with Nami Zoro? I know it's Nami but she's still got Zoro's abs and ass. Just throwing that out there.

#the strawhats with heart #ask and you shall receive #one piece manga #one piece colorspread #one piece crossover #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #roronoa zoro #cyborg franky #monkey d. luffy #tony tony chopper #nico robin #sanji vinsmoke #nami #usopp #one piece #one piece au

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gildedmuse · 4 years

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do you like any of the one piece manga colorspreads? if yes, which ones?

I typed up a very long response to this, but since I'm still getting use to my new phone I managed to accidentally close the window.

Here's a outline:

I only started the series a little over a year ago because all my siblings watched it and I wanted in on that sweet bonding time. I didn't even expect to like it honestly, though they changed fairly quickly. I have plans to read the manga, but I'm still working through the series (what I post on this blog is pretty much where I am in the show more or less.

Since I've never read the manga I have no fucking clue what these things are or if they have some kind of deeper meaning. I barely know what chapter or arc they're from.

I totally have favorites. Some of them have Zoro in them so obviously.

Strawhat Story Time

Honestly, this has to be canon, right? If it isn't it needs to be. I want Robin to take out a book and read the rest of the crew to sleep everytime they are stuck on an island for the night. Of course, I have no idea what she's reading since this is Nico Robin we're talking about; it could be an overly cutesy fairy tale adventure, a dry government approved text on the history of the Grand Line, or just a book of the most gruesome deaths ever recorded (I hope she switches it up every Island or so) but I'd like to think which ever of the possible options Brook always accompanies here with an appropriate backing sound track.

Meanwhile you have Usopp and Chopper looking totally enrapt. Which makes sense. Usopp, of course, loves a good story. I know he's an amazing marksman and all, but part of me still wishes his role on the ship was the chronicler of their adventures or maybe just storyteller. And baby brother Chopper is still innocent enough to fill with wonder as the events unfold, worried the scary looking big dog and kitty cat will never get along and be friends like he so wants.

Then there is Nami, just content to listen while Robin does her thing. Honestly, she's probably just happen no one is actively trying to kill them at the moment. Plus they're camping which saves money so, yeah, she happy.

Neither Sanji nor Franky will be able to tell you what the story is about after she finishes. Sanji because apparently being read to like a child is a big turn on for him. Franky because, well, poor guy is already half asleep. His eyes are open but only just. It gives off big team mom and dad vibes. Franky probably spent his day fixing the ship, watching and playing with the three youngest brothers, keeping the older two from killing each other, and helping Nami as needed. Dude is exhausted, but he's trying to stay up and enjoy this little family moment.

Unlike Luffy and Zoro who are both dead asleep. Neither of them seem like big bedtime story guys. Luffy passes out instantly anyway and is really only interesting in stories if they can tell him something fun to do. Zoro doesn't even care about that. Stories are either are up in which case why bother or they've already happened I'm which case who cares?

Knights Of The Sunny's Dinner Table

A lot of these I like just got the weird AU settings. Like medieval king Luffy surrounded by his knights (plus whatever Nami is suppose to be.) A few observations:

- Usopp'd knight outfit makes him look sort of like Hercules'n and is perfect.

- Brook has a lute why not just make him the bard! Full metal plate armour is heavy. Brook doesn't have the muscle for that. he doesn't have muscles at all (yohohoho!)

- Chopper is fucking adorable

-. Zoro is obviously Luffy s personal knight and protector. Fight me on it. Love how his jolly roger is on his armour. I assume that means that even back then he fought three sword style.

Zoro Is ON A Cat

I just like this one okay? First, shout out to Usopp who looks completely balling. Second, did Zoro defeat a giant panther in a fightnjust so he could ride around on it? I think we all know he did.

That's like the first time I've seen him wear his bandana like that. I approve.

Rainbows And Rock N Roll

Hey, you guys remember that time the Strawhat started a band? No? Oh, right, that's because all recordings of them were destroyed for public safety reasons.

It makes so much sense to stick Luffy with symbols. Like yeah, of course he'd be in the band but how many instruments would you trust him with, really? Where as Usopp seems smart enough that he could easily learn guitar.

Zoro as the drummer also makes perfect sense. He gets to hit things real heard and he's like a steady presence on the crew. The only problem with this drawing? Why no third drumstick in his mouth. Do you coward. You should have gone three stick style.

Also I'd be all about a modern AU where these idiots start a band. And the only bar that will have them just happens to be the one a young medical student visits. He absolutely hates their music, it's loud and annoying and they don't seem to practice or even have a plan, they just get up on stage and chaos ensues. And people absolutely love them. He doesn't understand and yet.... He keeps coming back, every Friday like clockwork.

If nothing else the obnoxious boy with the symbols whose role seems to be bouncing around stage, hanging them together whenever he feels, rallying the crowd and random back up vocals has some amazing sexual chemistry with the silent drummer guy in the back, the one to rocking green hair probably because he thinks it makes him look punk. Like.... It's almost frustrating when he hears girls swooning over them because come on. That can't all just be an act, right? What if they haven't realized it yet? What if they're just that unaware. Law would be more than happy to fill them in provided they thank him with a place in ghei- oh God how much has he had to drink tonight? Fuck he hates The Strawhat Pirates. It's not even a good band name!

ETA: New phone problem. It posted before I was done. I guess I'll do the other seven in a separate post.

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