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Various One Piece Soulmate series inspired by @gav-san's Cosmic Joke collection.
True soulmates hear each other long before they see each other. Touch minds before bodies. Discover the wonders of love in isolation.Or, you're trapped with a maniac in the back of your mind, and you'd like a refund. Please and thank you.
Content warning: Language, poor communication, non-sexual slavery, child slavery, child death (referenced), allusion to suicide (not reader), pirate-related violence, stitches/medical care, self-destructive behavior, rotten self image
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Your departure from the Moby was nothing like your arrival.
Whitebeard adjusted course after your conversation, and the sun set while you were speaking with the captain. When he dismissed you, you had nowhere to go except back to Ace, and that was a habit in need of breaking. You lingered on deck, keeping to the dark corners where you’d only be seen by someone actively looking. Not exactly hiding, but making it clear you weren’t in a sociable mood. It helped that so many of the men who stumbled by were well into their cups.
There was nothing to pack. Your few worldly possessions were now property of the Marines, and you had nothing to recover from Ace’s quarters apart from one or two scraps of dignity.
Ace, still terrible at reading the bond and surrounded by concerned brothers, took up the traditional pirate pastime. You felt his presence growing slippery-bright with alcohol. More feeling than thought. It probably wasn’t his idea based on how he’d picked at his meal, but he was a pirate on a pirate ship, and pirates drank like it could solve all their problems.
You stayed above with the breeze and rising moon as Ace yanked at your link with irregular attention.
He wondered where you were.
He wanted to say things to you, but he didn’t know what they were.
He remembered drinking with you.
He missed you.
Ropes creaked overhead. Men sang in the distance, and the laughter drowned out the usual groans of the shifting hull.
A few crew members kept their eye on you while going about simple chores. Nothing that would take their full attention, but enough to be genuinely productive while they waited to see how well you behaved when no one was poking you with a stick. Jozu coiled loose ropes. Izou disassembled his gun where the pieces would reflect moonlight into your eyes. Others you didn’t know scrubbed the same pathways three times over.
You waited quietly, dropping to sit cross-legged when your knees started to ache as your one concession to comfort. The day’s bumps and bruises took the opportunity to go stiff. They kept you alert and reminded you the saga wasn’t over until Whitebeard fulfilled his promise.
As his men watched you and his newest son’s malaise spread mildew through your soul, you turned to the stars.
You’d made the right decision. Living a lonely life surrounded by your soulmate’s brothers would feel like this every night.
You may not be made for great things, but you could find a better place than this. The world was wide, and your patience wore down shackles.
Just before dawn, as the first hope of sunrise bleached the night, Marco joined your shadow.
“You ready?”
Climbing to your feet, brushing off the dust of another path, you nodded. “Yes.”
Marco looked down at you – impossibly tall, like everyone on this fucking crew – and heaved a dramatic sigh. He gave himself a moment, chin to his chest, eyes closed with his arms folded over his gut. You allowed him time to meditate on the facts.
You weren’t his to command. He must have come to gradually realize with the rest of them that fixing Ace’s soulbond was simply beyond his power. Guilt pinched his brows. Frustration pulled his lips tight.
When he opened his eyes, they asked you to change your mind.
“You sure about this?”
“Entirely.”
His shoulders dropped, but he nodded, accepting your decision for what it was.
He led you to the rail and burst into flames.
It surprised you into taking a half step back, and you eyed his talons distrustfully. You pretended you didn’t see his smirk.
“I suppose a jolly boat is out of the question.”
He shrugged. “You’re welcome to wait another day or two, but we’re too far from land right now.”
“No.” You answered too quickly. “No, I can deal with it. I want to go tonight.”
“Alright.”
Shifting, you scanned his fiery wings and sweeping tail. He had a man’s head and torso, but he looked more like a bird of prey. Instinct suggested you find cover.
And it wasn’t like your instinct was wrong. The last time you’d flown with him hadn’t been pleasant.
“How – uh,” you swallowed around the lump in your throat. “How do we do this?”
The Phoenix laughed, and his grin promised nothing but mischief.
“Like this!”
He leapt from the rail, wheeled overhead, and swept down to wrap his claws around your waist. The deck vanished from under your feet, and you shot into the sky.
You only screamed a little.
Marco only cackled more than a little.
The trip took an hour, and once your heart crawled down from your throat, you tried to appreciate the experience.
At least a little.
Sunrise was beautiful at sea.
It was magical from the air.
Blue melted into lavender, and the sun’s cresting disk lit the horizon pink and gold. It gilded the cusp of rising swells, and your breath stuttered as it struck you.
You’d never felt so far from the tunnels under the mountain.
No ceiling, no floor, no walls. Only light and air, waves and reflections.
Even if you never saw Ace again, he’d inspired you to escape and see the dawn from the air. You’d always be grateful for that. You’d always love him for it, too.
Marco sensed the shift in your demeanor and honored the silence.
He didn’t look down to see the tears the wind ripped out of your eyes, and because you didn’t have to make up an excuse, you didn’t have to name them.
Land breached the horizon, a small island with a sloping shore and wooden roofs poking between the trees. A few ships sat at anchor on the far side, and as you swooped lower, you spied Whitebeard’s flag over the docks.
Marco didn’t drop you off in town, for which you were grateful.
Demonstrating how careful he could be when he wasn’t trying to punish his passenger, he set you down without so much as a bump in the soft sand. He landed at your side, wings folding away to arms as you found your balance. He might need a rest, though you suspected he simply had more to say before he really set you free of Whitebeard’s oversight.
“Any chance you’ll let me check those shrapnel wounds again?” he asked.
You shook your head. “I’m fine. I can take care of myself.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled ruefully, “I’m beginning to get that.”
He dug into a pocket and fished out a stack of folded Beri notes.
You immediately held up your hands and moved back.
“Really not interested in taking anything else from the Whitebeard Pirates.”
“Be smart.” Marco frowned. Nothing angry, just terribly determined. “You ate earlier, right? You ate because you needed to, even if it was our food. It’s not really a secret that you lost all your stuff trying to help Ace yesterday. You’re going to need Beri, whatever you decide to do next.”
He waved the notes in the air between you. “This is food. This is a weapon. This is passage on a ship. We owe it to you, and the only reason you’re hesitating is because it hasn’t become those things yet. Please. Take this.”
When you still hesitated, he huffed. “Imagine you’re inconveniencing Ace and all his new brothers. Just a little bit. I’m sure you would’ve done worse if Pops kept you onboard.”
Well. He wasn’t wrong.
And you would have to get Beri before you made good on your escape. This would save time, and time meant distance.
You took the money, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to thank him.
Instead, you tucked it away in your own pocket and said, “Take care of them.”
Marco nodded. “Take care of yourself.”
Turning your back on the First Division Commander, you headed toward the town and ships. Fire whooshed behind you, and you continued on alone.
Proper daylight broke over the trees. A well-used trail wound through the tiny forest to the edge of the village, and the local birds crackled and cooed as you disturbed their morning ritual.
In the back of your head, confusion blended with fear and pain.
Ace was awake. A little. Enough for a hangover to bloom and realization to dawn that you had not, in fact, simply returned to his quarters after speaking with his captain.
He reached, tugging on the bond like a lifeline.
Where are you?
Clearing the underbrush, you put your hands in your pockets and strolled toward the docks. A merchant ship would do. A fishing vessel would be a start. Without your own sails, hopping from island to island on others’ schedules was the best way to travel. Slow, but cheap. And hard as balls to track.
I can’t find you.
You bought a sweet bun from the only vendor open so early and sat on a piling to study the waterfront shops. You didn’t need much, but bringing your own food would save on passage, and you’d need a new flask, some soap, and maybe a handful of high value trade goods if you found a ship heading somewhere useful.
Every island had something another wanted. It was just a question of portability.
Please. Where did you go?
Life stirred on the larger ships as crews began the work of shifting cargo and handling local business. You brushed the crumbs off your hands and popped to your feet.
Time to get to work.
Ace called your name, and you left the plea to drift through the liminal forever you’d felt in the sky.
Nearly all your life, you’d dreamed of him calling for you. You’d waited for him to see. Feel. Understand who you were, even if he didn’t want to know what. Unfortunately, you’d learned the miracle in your souls left much to be desired, and it was a fragile thing to build a life on.
You saw a captain approaching the harbormaster’s office and made to intercept his path.
The water twinkled as the town stepped into a fresh morning, the air full of chatter, chimes, and the cries of gulls.
Please.
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You knew better than to approach an Emperor empty-handed.
Taking down an elk took longer without your rifle, but you’d spent most of your life hunting, and you brought one down without too much faff. Weaving together a small sledge with rope and evergreen boughs, you pulled your offering up the mountain.
It was a long walk.
The snow filled your old crew’s tracks ages ago, but Dueces’ cautious murmuring echoed under granite overhangs, and the path smelled like steam from Ace’s fire as he cleared a path for the rest of you. Ghosts of a dead life weighed you down, adding to the burden you dragged through the snow.
You kept your head down, eyes on the next few steps, letting your ears gather the mountain’s murmurs and warnings.
A scout had seen you from a high ledge and sprinted off a few hours ago, leaving a crystal rain of ice to blow through the gorge below that caught, melted, and frozen again in your hood’s fur.
Wolves followed you for about a mile after you made your kill. You stopped and stared until they decided the meal wasn’t worth facing down another predator.
A soft slope cracked and rushed down the mountain in a powdery wave of death to the west. Not a big avalanche, but you studied the ridge that birthed it so you could avoid others on your climb.
It took the entire day, but you made it to the cave where Ace once led you to thank a stranger on behalf of his beloved baby brother. You told yourself it wasn’t any kind of betrayal to retread the path alone. It wasn’t good or evil, only necessary, and practicality kept lone pirates alive.
Red-Hair was expecting you.
He sat, surrounded by his officers, and none of them so much as twitched as you strode in, lifted your snow goggles, and blinked through frozen lashes.
Vision cleared, you knelt on the floor, folded your hands, and touched your forehead to the stone.
The men stiffened. Shifted. Twitched. Beckman shared a long look with his captain, the moment measured in curls of smoke from his cigarette. Shanks didn’t let go of his sword as he leaned forward, trying to catch your eyes from off the ground.
“I didn’t know we had more business with the Spade Pirates.” He kept his voice friendly, nearly warm, but it was full of questions. Assessments in action as he looked you over.
Confident he wouldn’t run you through on principle once he’d started a conversation, you rose and sat back on your heals. Still lower than him. Still a submissive posture. You’d never been able to afford Ace’s careless bravado.
Bullets left marks on people like you.
“The Spade Pirates no longer exist,” you said. “I’m sure you already knew that.”
“Maybe.” His hand left the hilt and dangled over his knee. “Not sure what else to call you, though. You obviously didn’t shack up with Whitebeard like your captain.”
You imagined you were a stone. Expressionless. Non-threatening, but immovable.
“He decided he wasn’t my captain before Whitebeard decided he was his son.”
Far away, at the end of your tether, the Dickhead sensed something and reached after it. Like to speak of him was to summon him.
You ignored him.
Shanks nodded once and honored the wall you’d built. “Sorry to hear that. What brings you here?”
Beckman’s long side-eye spoke of rapid, unfavorable calculations.
“Don’t worry.” A self-deprecating smile brushing your face. “I’m not asking to join your crew.”
Lucky Roux laughed. You wondered if he’d be so jolly if your continued presence was an actual consideration. “Eh, you’ve brought more meat to our table than most of the crew! If you’re half as good at fishing, I’d throw in my vote for you.”
You received the praise with a shallow bow, refusing to be too comfortable in another place where you hadn’t been invited to stay.
“Thank you. But I’ve come for a different favor.”
Shanks leaned back, smiling as you moved into negotiations. For all his antics, he could handle the business of being an Emperor very well. Very little showmanship. Threats meant more when they came rarely, and violence never arrived without warning. You didn’t have Ace’s history with him, but you could appreciate why so many respected the man.
“What can the Red-Hair Pirates do for you?”
Meeting his eyes felt wrong in some deep, instinctive way. But when your gaze snapped to his, shedding the majority of your humility, a dawning thrill crackled down your spine.
Some people would kill you for daring.
He was more powerful than you’d ever be, but he had no claim on you. No one had a claim on you. Your labor, blood, and loyalty were your own. That was a different kind of power. No captain would protect you, and none would speak for you.
You took that honor for yourself.
“I seek permission to settle in your territory.”
The room’s energy stayed high, but men towards the back of the cave returned to lounging, drinking, and doing whatever pirates did on furlough in a snowy cave. Whatever you were, it was the captain and commanders’ business, not something that would touch any of their lives. After your time with the Whitebeard Pirates, the casual disinterest was refreshing.
Beckman lit a new cigarette and stepped around his boss to a spare barrel. He shook out the match. “Got somewhere in mind?”
“Not particularly. Somewhere quiet.”
Yassop threw back his head, howling, shattering the steady murmur of the cave. “Quiet? Good luck finding that in the Grand Line!”
His humor infected the rest. It sent a wave of little chuckles and hums rolling through the cave, and the firelight felt warmer in its wake.
You allowed your smile room to breathe, increasingly confident.
“Quiet is relative.”
“Wherever you go,” Beckman rumbled, “you’ll need a new rifle. Look wrong without one.”
You nodded, because he wasn’t wrong. You felt unbalanced without it. When you walked, when you tried assessing a situation, when you needed something to do with your hands.
“So,” Shanks said through a grin, “a quiet island with a good gunsmith. Anything come to mind, Snake?”
Building Snake, wrapped in no less than three blankets, sniffed. He glared at you through his dark glasses - in a friendly way, you assumed. “Gonna be a short list.”
Finished tormenting his navigator, Red-Hair pulled a bottle of sake from the depths of his coat and poured himself a cup.
“I can give you some recommendations, but it’s not like I can tell you where to go.” The following pause gave him time to drink, but you had no doubt it was purely for dramatic effect when he smacked his lips with a happy sigh.
I’m not only reblogging because there’s Beckman, but by the gods, it helps.
But really, phenomenal story, I can’t help feel very satisfied with the way it’s unfolded! To be honest I’m not the biggest Ace fan, but this feels very on the money.
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Okay, but no. Why does the Imu Parrot Theory make sense???
Because, animals have eaten Devil Fruits and gained some level of consciousness. The way certain things are framed and the way certain hints are given, it does seem like something Oda would pull!
AND, it would make sense why Roger and his crew laughed at Joy Boy's story! They learn that the ruler of the world is a bird!
Here are the basics:
The Japanese name for parrot of "omu."
Imu's wings aren't devil wings, like people he's Domi Reversi'd. They're feathered and bird-like.
Chapter 1188, Luffy transforms into a Genie, like the Genie in Alladin. Jafar has his parrot, Iago.
Iago is the name of the main antagonist in Othello.
The Domi Reversi attack is based on the game, Othello.
The butterfly with Imu in that one scene is a Blue Morpho, which is commonly in tropical climates, like parrots.
"Alstroemeria psittacina," more commonly called, "Princess lily" or "Parrot flower."
Also, it's a very common trope for pirates to typically have a parrot. With Joy Boy being the first pirate, it makes sense.
It also draws parallels with their fruits, Joy Boy having a God, Imu having a Devil. (Not a part of the theory, I just find this observation cool. Then, it would make sense why Human-Human fruits are immune to/can cure Domi Reversi.)
Why just just why are the lines connecting? Are they meant to connect? Are they allowed to??
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Just thought it’d be funny if Crocodile, who had lived most of his life assumingly soulmateless ended up with someone half of his age. Just imagine him thinking his secret is safe bc he just assumed he was one of the few w/o a soulmate. Then on top of having to deal with meddling kids he has to deal with someone half his age judging his every move
Almost my entire premise for Croc is to await the revelation of what his secret is. He'll probably get a Sanji-level discourse, where I literally plot out the issues and how having a baddie solves them. YW, I've already started.
I have to say I am very excited to see how you write that side of Shanks. I’ve read your other Shanks story on a03 Girl-
Pat yourself on the back honey
But a shanks that’s hiding his obsession behind his good will and humour and general likability seems even more terrifying than the others because he seems so nice in an uncanny valley kind of way but no one around you gets it. Supreme Commander is scary? Yeah I believe you, the Commanders a little dodgy? Eh I can still see it CD and all but Mister don’t touch my friends pirate captain and emperor?
He’s kinda lonely, a little abandonment issues with a dash of daddy issues and maybe a bit of a Jonah complex (ish) but he’s finnneeeee…
Right?
We're going to continue to experience the worst of the Figarland men, and enjoy it XD. I haven't gone fully insane with Shanks yet, but I think between Cosmic Joke (more canon crazy) and Red Sails (Full Yandere) we'll experience every side of Mr. Tall, Red, and going to marry your ass.
Ok but I second the person calling you modern day Shakespeare. There are so many characters on the list who I don’t simp for who I’m going to be reading simply for the love of the game (adoration for your writing) but ok, so I’m reading by the CJ’s out of order (I save my faves for last out of whatever’s posted tbh, and I took a big ole break, because adult life is hard sometimes 😭 I hope things are getting better again for you and your family btw 💖). And I read Shiryu’s not expecting to enjoy it as much as I did. It read so much like a really well written thriller novella imo. (and it lowkey had me once agin pondering on the mechanics of the bonds, because I vaguely remember you saying a lot of the Blackbeard crew bonds are like forced. I may ponder on this more later, but this isn’t a theorizing ask, this is a praise Gav ask.) but anyway 10/10, love reading being mentally hijacked by these horrible fictional men, almost as much as I love being mentally harassed by the sweet ones. I definitely get a sense of love for the characters and canon story in your writing, and so much of your characterizations feel so accurate (imo) so I’m absurdly excited for the last of my top 3 faves to get written, but I’m sure that just like in the cannon, Shanks is gonna be a much later appearance (understandably), so I’ll go gnaw on Benn Beckmann, or Rayleigh next instead woah who said that.
Anyways thank you for your writing Gav 🙏💖
I'm only like Shakesphere bc I write weird things modern readers hardly understand, save by much studying, lol.
The Shiryu fic gave me a lot of good dread. Most of the Blackbeard Pirates are a lot of work, but oodles of fun. I really love how gross and unfettered they are; it gives them opportunities that the regular character couldn't bear to envision. I can do anything, and I WILL do it. I will find that sliver of appeal in the bad, and capitalize on it. You will be compelled by Laffitte to have a moonlight dance as he poisons your kin. You will force a bath upon Blackbeard, and he'll love it.
I was resistant to OP because I was a big fan of Naruto for a long time, but my spouse finally prevailed on me to watch the live-action, and now I'm here, practicing writing for fun. No other show comes even close to the number and breadth of characters.
Quik question is it strange that I am kinda of excited for Akainu's soulmate cosmic joke? Like I imagine him as a possessive man, like your are mine, and if you are a pirate I will put you into prison but you are mine and can't escape..
It's gonna be a train like akin to Doflamingo's soulmate, but will have so much more vitriol and sexual violence (inflicted upon Akainu). The Soulmate is probably in the top three smartest as well.
Please make a CJ for Road/(Rodo). I know I have bad taste in men, but I can't help my brain's questionable taste in nasty goblin men.
Sure, but only because we seem to both have bad taste, and the phrase 'Nasty Goblin Men' is sending me. He also seems to have spaghetti for legs, so I'm glad he's prepared.
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I am recently very in love with katakuri…and as my fav trope I have to ask about his yandere potential 🍩🍩
HMMMMMMMMM
Yes. But like, very privately, and it would be very hard on him. He'd have to get really tested to show it. Aka, this is what normally happens, just need to loosen his self-control an inch.
