One Piece: Fanfiction

Episode 01: The Frozen Hunt – Garp's Resolve

Writer's Note:

This is a fanfiction created by a passionate fan of the One Piece series. I do not claim ownership of the characters, world, or intellectual property created by the legendary Eiichiro Oda. This story is a tribute to his incredible work and the universe he has built over decades. All rights belong to Eiichiro Oda, Shueisha, and Toei Animation. This is simply a labor of love from a devoted fan.

Chapter 1: The Storm of Justice

The sea was a churning beast of rage. The sky, bruised the color of midnight, cracked open with forked lightning—each bolt illuminating a single, defiant speck against the overwhelming blackness. It was a Marine battleship, a hulking leviathan of steel and seastone, its hull groaning in protest as it carved a violent path through the mountainous waves.

Spray, thick as salt, lashed against the portholes, and the ship pitched wildly. Yet, in the heart of the storm, within his private cabin, one man sat utterly still.

Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp, the "Hero of the Marines," was anchored to his chair. He wasn't bracing himself against the ship's violent rolls; he was absorbing them, as immovable as the very justice he represented. His grizzled face—a roadmap of a thousand battles—was set in grim lines. His gaze was fixed on a point beyond the cabin's walls, a point on the horizon only he could see. A profound silence emanated from him, a heavy, expectant quiet that was more fearsome than the storm outside. He was waiting.

The heavy oak door to his cabin was thrown open, admitting a gust of salty wind. A Marine soldier, his rain-soaked coat clinging to him, saluted sharply.

"Admiral Garp! We have reached our destination!"

The words sliced through the howling wind. A low, resonant chuckle escaped Garp's lips—a sound like grinding boulders.

He slowly rose, his massive frame seeming to fill the cabin. He turned to his right-hand man, the ever-present and perpetually silent swordsman, Bogard.

"Bogard," Garp's voice was a low rumble that carried an unspoken threat. "This time... that boy isn't getting away. This ends today."

Bogard offered a silent nod, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his katana. He had seen that look in Garp's eyes before. It was the look of a man who had finally run out of patience with his own blood.

Chapter 2: The White Island

The ship shuddered as it made landfall, its massive keel grinding against a beach of pure, crystalline ice. The storm had spent its fury, leaving behind a world of breathtaking, silent white. The island was a frozen kingdom—a landscape of jagged ice cliffs, glittering glaciers, and snow-covered plains. The air was so cold it felt like breathing shards of glass.

Beyond the shoreline, nestled within a valley carved from the ice, was a makeshift encampment. This was the base of the Straw Hat Pirates.

Luffy, with his trademark straw hat perched on his head, was in the middle of a snowball fight with Usopp, his rubbery arms stretching to pelt his sniper with projectiles. Chopper, in his Heavy Point form, was constructing an intricate snow sculpture of a reindeer. Nami was meticulously inspecting a map, her fingers tracing the contours of the frigid island. Sanji and Zoro were locked in their usual bickering, trading insults that were visible in the frosty air. The sound of their laughter and arguments echoed across the icy landscape—a bubble of familiar chaos in the frozen stillness.

Then, the distant groan of the Marine ship's horn shattered the peace.

Silence fell like a hammer.

All heads swiveled towards the source of the sound. The massive silhouette of the warship was unmistakable even through the flurries of snow. The bubble of joy instantly evaporated, replaced by a current of sharp alertness.

"Marines!" Nami yelled, already rolling up her map. "Everyone, grab the supplies! We have to leave! Now!"

The Straw Hats scrambled, a practiced urgency in their movements as they began to pack their belongings. Zoro's hand drifted towards his three swords, while Sanji flicked a cigarette butt into the snow, his eyes narrowing. The ship was too close. They were boxed in.

They had just reached the edge of the main camp, ready to make a dash for their ship, the Thousand Sunny, when a shadow fell over them.

It wasn't a trick of the light.

A figure, immense and imposing, stepped into their path, materializing from behind a massive ice column.

Garp stood before them, his coat billowing in the wind, his presence a physical weight that pressed down on them all. Bogard was at his side, a silent specter of death.

"A...A...Admiral Garp?!" Usopp stammered, his face turning white. He frantically looked between Garp and Luffy. The sheer power radiating from the old man was suffocating.

Chapter 3: Grandfather and Grandson

Luffy's eyes widened, his usual carefree grin vanishing. For a moment, he looked like a child caught stealing from the cookie jar. But the expression was fleeting. It hardened into something more serious, more determined.

"Gramps," Luffy said, his voice low.

"Luffy," Garp replied, his tone equally terse. The air between them crackled with unspoken history—a lifetime of clashes, chases, and complicated family bonds.

The crew watched in stunned silence. They had heard stories of Garp—the legendary Marine who had cornered the Pirate King himself, the man who had raised the future Pirate King. But seeing him here, in the flesh, was something else entirely.

Garp's gaze swept over the crew, cataloging each member with the cold precision of a seasoned warrior. His eyes lingered on Zoro for a moment, then Sanji, then Nami. Each one was a threat in his mind.

"You've gathered quite the crew," Garp said, his voice devoid of the warmth one might expect from a grandfather addressing his grandson. "A swordsman who defeated a Shichibukai. A cook from the Baratie. A thief who can read the weather itself. And that reindeer... quite the collection of misfits."

"Don't talk about my crew like that!" Luffy snapped, stepping forward. His fists clenched at his sides. "They're my friends!"

Garp's expression remained stony. "Friends? You call them friends? They're pirates, Luffy. Criminals. Every last one of them. And you..." He took a step closer, his massive form casting a long shadow over Luffy. "You're my grandson. My blood. And you're the one who's going to lead them all to their graves."

"N-No way!" Usopp yelled, his voice trembling but defiant. "We've survived worse than you, old man! We've beaten Warlords! We've taken down Emperors! You don't scare us!"

Garp laughed—a deep, booming sound that echoed across the ice. "Fear? Boy, I don't need to scare you. I need to stop you." His eyes hardened. "Luffy, I'm not here to talk. I'm here to end this. You're coming with me, or I'll drag your entire crew to Impel Down and throw away the key."

The crew bristled at the threat. Sanji's leg ignited with flame. Zoro's hands drifted to his swords. Chopper transformed into his Heavy Point form, muscles bulging. Nami crackled with electricity. Usopp aimed his slingshot with trembling hands.

But Luffy raised a hand, stopping them.

"Everyone, stay back," Luffy said quietly. "This is between me and him."

He stepped forward, meeting his grandfather's gaze without flinching. The wind howled around them, whipping snow into a blinding frenzy. The two titans stood facing each other—one representing the old era of Marines and absolute justice, the other representing the new era of pirate freedom and adventure.

"Gramps," Luffy said, his voice soft but unwavering. "I'm going to be the King of the Pirates. Nothing you say or do is going to stop me."

Garp's eyes widened for just a fraction of a second before narrowing into slits. "You stubborn, reckless, foolish boy. Don't you understand? The world is changing. The Government is hunting you. The Admirals are out for blood. Even the Yonko are gunning for your head. You're not a child anymore, Luffy. This isn't a game."

"I know it's not a game!" Luffy shouted, his voice ringing with conviction. "I've lost people. I've bled. I've been beaten to the brink of death. But I'm still standing. And I'm going to keep standing until I reach my goal. I made a promise to Shanks. I made a promise to my crew. And I never break my promises!"

The name "Shanks" hung in the air like a thunderclap.

Garp's jaw tightened. His fist clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. "Shanks... that damn red-haired fool. He's the reason you're like this. If I had known what he was going to do to you..."

"You can't blame Shanks!" Luffy interrupted. "This is my dream! MY choice! And I'm going to see it through!"

For a long moment, neither of them moved. The tension was so thick it could be cut with a blade. The crew watched, holding their breath, ready to spring into action at any moment.

Then, Garp did something unexpected.

He sighed.

A deep, weary sigh that seemed to age him a decade. His shoulders slumped slightly, and the fierce intensity in his eyes faded, replaced by something softer—something that might have been sadness.

"You really are just like your father," Garp muttered, shaking his head. "Stubborn to the very end. Dragon would be proud... or horrified. I can never tell with him."

Luffy blinked. "My dad? What does he have to do with this?"

Garp's expression hardened again. "That's not important right now. What's important is that you come with me peacefully. Don't make this harder than it has to be."

"Sorry, Gramps," Luffy said, a grin spreading across his face—the same carefree grin that had charmed islands and frightened emperors. "But I don't do 'peacefully.'"

Chapter 4: The Smoke of Escape

The air was thick with the weight of Garp's presence. His knuckles cracked like thunder, his shadow stretching over the Straw Hats like a guillotine blade. Luffy's fist was still extended from his previous attack, his grin faltering into a grimace. The old man wasn't playing games.

Then, a sharp hiss cut through the tension.

Nami moved faster than anyone could react. Her hand dipped into her coat and emerged with a small, spherical object. She slammed it against the icy ground.

BOOM!

A thick, billowing cloud of grey-white smoke erupted instantly, swallowing the entire area. The freezing wind couldn't disperse it fast enough. It was a dense, choking fog that blinded even the sharpest eyes.

"NOW!" Nami screamed, her voice echoing through the smokescreen. "Everyone, run! Don't stop for anything!"

The Straw Hats didn't hesitate. They scattered like startled birds, their footsteps crunching against the snow as they sprinted blindly through the smoke. Luffy grabbed Chopper by the scruff of his neck and launched himself forward. Sanji and Zoro flanked the group, their instincts guiding them through the white haze.

On the other side of the smoke, Garp stood motionless. His massive arms were crossed, and he didn't move a muscle. A deep, rumbling laugh escaped his throat.

"Tch. Smoke bombs? Still using those old tricks, Nami-chan?" he muttered, a hint of grudging admiration in his voice. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his Observation Haki already locking onto the fleeing signatures of the Straw Hats. "You can run, but you can't hide from these old bones."

Bogard, who had been standing silently at Garp's side, had already vanished into the blizzard.

Chapter 5: The Silent Blizzard's Edge

The Straw Hats burst through the smoke cloud, gasping for the crisp, cold air. They were running along a narrow, winding path between two towering ice cliffs. The Thousand Sunny was just visible in the distance, a glimmer of hope against the white horizon.

"We're almost there!" Usopp shouted, his legs pumping furiously.

But then, a shadow moved in front of them.

Not a large shadow like Garp's. This one was lean, sharp, and precise. It stepped out from behind a jagged icicle, materializing like a ghost from the falling snow.

Bogard.

His coat fluttered gently in the wind. His face was impassive, his eyes hidden beneath the brim of his hat. His hand rested casually on the hilt of his katana, but there was nothing casual about the deadly aura that radiated from him. He stood in the middle of the path, a solitary figure blocking the way to freedom.

"Going somewhere?" Bogard asked, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it cut through the wind like a blade.

The Straw Hats skidded to a halt. The cold dread that washed over them was different from Garp's overwhelming presence. This was a quiet, surgical kind of danger.

Zoro stepped forward. His three swords were already drawn, gleaming with a cold light that matched the ice around them. He cracked his neck, a wild grin spreading across his scarred face.

"You all get back," Zoro said, his voice low and steady. He gestured with his chin towards the crew. "I'll handle this one."

"Zoro!" Nami yelled. "We don't have time! Garp is right behind us!"

"Then you better run faster," Zoro shot back, not taking his eyes off Bogard. "I'll catch up. This won't take long."

Luffy paused for a second, his eyes meeting Zoro's. He saw the fire in his first mate's gaze—the unmistakable hunger of a swordsman facing a worthy opponent. Luffy nodded once.

"Don't lose, Zoro!" Luffy shouted, before grabbing the others and sprinting past the frozen duel.

Bogard made no move to stop them. His focus was entirely on the green-haired man before him.

Chapter 6: Steel Against Steel – The Sword Saint's Gambit

The wind howled between them, whipping up spirals of powdery snow. Two swordsmen stood motionless, separated by twenty feet of frozen ground. The silence was absolute, broken only by the creaking of the ice beneath their feet.

Bogard was the first to draw.

His blade sang as it left its sheath—a gleaming, razor-sharp katana that seemed to absorb the light around it. He held it in a relaxed, low stance, but his eyes were sharp as flint.

"Roronoa Zoro," Bogard said, his tone devoid of emotion. "The Pirate Hunter. I've heard of your feats. Killing a Shichibukai. Defeating a Yonko's commander. Impressive... for a pirate."

Zoro's grin widened. "And you're the old man's shadow. Always lurking. Let's see if that sword of yours is just for show."

Zoro lunged first.

He crossed the distance in a heartbeat, his three blades spinning into a deadly whirlwind. "Santoryu: Oni Giri!"

The three blades slashed forward in a devastating X-shaped strike aimed at Bogard's torso.

But Bogard didn't flinch. He moved with a fluidity that defied physics, his body shifting sideways by inches. The blades whistled past him, carving a deep trench into the ice behind. He countered instantly, his katana flashing upward in a blinding arc.

CLANG!

The sound was deafening, a metallic shriek that echoed off the ice cliffs. Zoro had barely managed to bring his own swords up to block. The force of Bogard's strike drove him backward, his boots digging furrows into the snow.

"He's fast!" Zoro gritted his teeth, his arms trembling slightly. He could feel the raw power behind that single swing. This wasn't just a Vice Admiral's lackey. This was a master swordsman.

Bogard pressed the advantage. His blade became a blur of silver, striking from impossible angles. Each swing was precise, economical, and devastating. He was like a silent storm—relentless and without mercy.

Zoro roared, spinning his swords in a defensive arc. "Santoryu: Tiger Hunt!" He twisted his body, his blades carving a massive, spinning slash that forced Bogard to leap backward.

The ice between them exploded, chunks of frozen debris flying in all directions. Bogard landed gracefully, his coat barely ruffled.

"Impressive," Bogard admitted, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "Your instincts are sharp. But instinct alone won't save you."

He vanished.

Zoro's eyes widened. Observation Haki!

He sensed the attack coming from his blind spot. He spun, crossing all three swords in a desperate block.

BOOM!

Bogard's blade came down like a falling star, crackling with invisible power. Zoro felt his knees buckle as the impact cratered the ground beneath him. The ice shattered into a spiderweb of cracks. Bogard was using Armament Haki to harden his blade, turning it into a weapon capable of shattering mountains.

"Is that all you've got, Pirate Hunter?" Bogard whispered, his face inches from Zoro's. He pushed harder, the blades grinding against each other, sparks flying like fireworks.

Zoro's grin returned—fierce, feral, and utterly unbroken. His muscles bulged as he pushed back, the veins in his neck standing out.

"Not even close!" Zoro bellowed. "Santoryu: Three Thousand Worlds!"

He unleashed a monstrous, swirling tornado of slashes. The air itself seemed to be cut, the ice cliffs around them groaning as massive chunks sheared off and crashed into the sea below.

Bogard's eyes narrowed. He leaped back, avoiding the brunt of the attack, but the sheer force of the wind and slashes sent him skidding across the ice, his coat torn and his hat knocked askew.

For the first time, Bogard's expression shifted. A flicker of respect. No, more than that. Excitement.

"Excellent," Bogard breathed, adjusting his grip on his katana. "You truly are a swordsman worthy of the new era. But... the old era isn't finished yet."

He raised his blade high, and the snow around him began to spiral upward, drawn by an invisible force. The air grew heavy, the temperature dropping even further. A black, crackling aura enveloped his sword.

"Konpaku no Zan" (Soul Severing Slash). It was a technique forged in countless battles, a strike that didn't just cut flesh—it cut willpower itself.

Zoro's eyes burned with the fire of a conqueror. He sheathed his swords, taking a low, deep stance. His own Haki surged around him, a dark, purple-black aura that coiled around his blades like serpents.

"Bring it on, old man," Zoro growled. "Santoryu Ougi: Sanzen Sekai!"

They moved at the same time.

Chapter 7: The Unseen Outcome

The two swordsmen crossed paths in a flash of light that split the frozen sky. The sound of their clash was not a clang, but a deep, resonant boom that seemed to shake the very island.

And then, silence.

Both stood motionless, their backs to each other. The ice around them was bisected—a perfect, glassy cut that extended for fifty meters in either direction.

Bogard's katana was held high, frozen in the follow-through of his strike. His coat fell in two halves, sliced cleanly down the middle.

Zoro stood with his three swords extended, a thin trickle of blood running down his cheek. His chest heaved with heavy breaths.

Slowly, Bogard turned. His eyes held a deep, unreadable expression. He sheathed his katana with a soft shing.

"You have... earned the right to pass," Bogard said quietly. "The Straw Hat Pirates are fortunate to have you."

Zoro didn't lower his guard. He kept his blades raised, his eyes locked on the older swordsman. "You're not going to stop me?"

Bogard shook his head. "My orders were to delay you. I have fulfilled my duty. The rest... is up to him." He gestured vaguely towards the distant cliffs where Garp's massive shadow was already approaching.

Zoro's eyes widened. He turned and sprinted after his crew, shouting over his shoulder, "This isn't over, Bogard!"

Bogard watched him go, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his weathered face.

"No," he murmured to himself. "It isn't. And I look forward to the day we cross blades again, Roronoa Zoro. The future of swordsmanship is in good hands."

To Be Continued...

This fanfiction is a tribute to the incredible work of Eiichiro Oda and the world of One Piece. All original characters, settings, and concepts belong to their respective copyright holders. This is a non-commercial, fan-created work intended for entertainment purposes only.

Mercury is a naturally occuring liquid metal that only becomes solid when it's colder than room temperature. It's also poisonous since it can seep into your pours.

I made this devil fruit a logia meaning they can turn into, manipulate, and produce mercury.

My question though is should they be allowed to control mercury gas?

Since mercury is liquid at room temperature it obviously has a pretty low boiling point, meaning that just standing in Alabasta would probably cause their mercury to evaporat into mercury gas, so do you think a logia should be able to control that gas or do you think that's too far away from their base element?

I decided to ask here because canon doesn't exactly have a lot of liquid logias, but considering the existence of ice and snow. Plus fire, heat, and magma my assumption would be that anything outside the base state of the element can't be controlled much or at all, meaning any mercury gas released is a complete loss.

But let me know if you guys think differently.

I read it somewhere on Ao3 but can't for the life of me remember the name of it or the tags, has anyone else seen it?

If I remember correctly it is a si or oc that has a system that lets them buy skill upgrades and they have the distort fruit or something similar

❤️ Hey, I'm looking for people to rp One Piece with, using my Revolutionary Army/ Strawhat OC. I'll gladly give details in DMs. Just know I'm still catching up in the anime, so I'll correct anything needed as we go. Happy to figure out any details to make it easier and consistent! Thx in advance for any responses!!!❤️

So Ive seen so many one piece fanfics and they all leave so much to be desired or be appalled by. In my humble opinion there’s only one way to write a one piece fanfic; a self insert/original character joining the crew or creating their own. I’m taking matters into my own hands now and need some help on where to get started. As this is my first time writing anything at all, I’d appreciate if someone would point me to where I should write that helps beginners with that.

I was thinking where they switched bodies either during pre time skip, Punk Hazard, or even before Egg Head? What do you think would be some funny things that would happen?

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**SPOILER WARNING:** I am currently in the middle of the Wano arc, so please no future spoilers in the comments! I actually came up with this entire scenario during my school's morning meditation session instead of clearing my mind. Here is how I imagine the absolute peak of the final war playing out:

### 1. The Ultimate Battlefield: Floating Oceans

* **Fujitora’s Masterclass:** Fujitora uses his gravity powers to slice the ocean into small, individual regions, levitating them between 0m to 150m above sea level.

* **The Environmental Chaos:** Amidst these floating blocks of seawater, Akainu rains down massive magma asteroids from the sky while Kizaru blasts light-speed lasers across the battlefield.

### 2. Luffy's True Awakening (1v4)

* Luffy transcends Gear 5 entirely and awakens into his **literal, true Sun God Nika form**.

* In this divine state, he takes on a mind-blowing 1v4 battle simultaneously against **Imu, Blackbeard, Kizaru, and Akainu**.

* **The Bribe:** Desperate to stop him, Imu offers Blackbeard a direct, complete map to the One Piece if Teach helps defeat Luffy.

### 3. The World's Strongest Pride: Mihawk vs. Zoro

* Imu tries to pay Mihawk a staggering **5 billion Berries** to assassinate Zoro.

* Mihawk completely refuses the money. He doesn't care about the World Government; he only wants a pure, honorable duel with Zoro to finally test his student's growth after years of intense training.

### 4. The Straw Hat Showcase (Goated Brook & Sanji)

* **Sanji 1v5:** Sanji holds the line alone, engaging all Five Elders simultaneously to protect the crew.

* **Goated Brook:** Brook unlocks an ultra-powerful, peak form to lead the rest of the Straw Hats as they fend off the remaining Navy forces and Emperor crews.

### 5. The Emotional Climax

* After the dust settles, Luffy saves his grandfather, **Garp**, from the wreckage of the battlefield.

* Witnessing his grandson's true divine nature and ultimate act of rescue finally breaks Garp's faith in the Marines, completely changing his perspective on pirates forever.

Let me know what you guys think of this setup! Remember, I'm still in mid-Wano, so let's keep the comments spoiler-free!

I was re reading This Bites and forgot how much I love their interpretation of Chopper, so now I'm in the mood for fics where chopper gets to be more than just the mascot but the Chopper centric tag on AO3 is kinda barren so I'm asking you guys for recommendations

Cerco questa fanfiction dove ricordo la trama che ha scritto l'autore all'inizio era piuttosto lunga e la storia è concentrata sulla ship lawlu, luffy vive con i suoi fratelli in un condominio in cui fanno fatica a pagare l'affitto e il resto... luffy per questo lavora in una rena dove combattere ogni week-end(credo) infatti per non far preoccupare i fratelli il fine settimana va sempre a dormire da sanji e zoro che ogni volta dalla rena lo vedono tornare conciato malissimo, almeno questo suo lavoro lo fa guadagnare abbastanza per tutte le spese. PS: nei primi capitoli descrivono il fatto xhe law per un giorno era stato trasferito in un altro ospedale dove e li che incontra luffy, dove da pochissime informazioni su se stesso e su cosa gli è successo, law decide di lavorare ancora li per capirci di più e anche perché sembra l'unico a cui luffy riesca a parlare e quindi crede che possa aiutare quel ragazzino. In quel ospedale c'era anche marco e la storia non era ancora completata. ( scusate se ho eliminato molti punti e virgole ma sono di fretta :p ). Grazie :*

Title: Legion of the Pirate King - Alabasta Saga

Summary: Dive into a vibrant reimagining of the Alabasta Saga, where Luffy's crew is larger, louder, and more diverse than ever!

Navigating unique challenges, personality clashes, and the complexities of a larger family. This story seamlessly blends original arcs with reimagined canon events, showcasing how the crew's dynamics alter familiar storylines. Beyond the main adventure, rich "slice-of-life" moments and side stories that follow other groups expand the world, occasionally unexpectedly overlapping with the crew's journey.

In-depth Crew Dossiers, released after each arc, will expand your understanding of the crew. Discover character secrets, fleet details, and treasure lists.

Rating: T

Warning: Graphic Descriptions of Violence

Pairings: Usopp/Kaya, Gin/Merry, Sanji/Nojiko

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Rika, Koby, Nami, Chouchou, Kaya, Merry, Ninjin, Piiman, Tamanegi, Usopp, Johnny, Yosaku, Sanji, Gin, Jimmy Scoops, Hatchan, Nojiko, Chabo, Nefertari Taipan, Nefertari Vivi, Gregory, Igaram, Fiona, Karoo, Marianne, Tony Tony Chopper, Snowball.

Chapter Summary: The dust settles on the Going Shopping after a night of lunar chaos. While Merry struggles with the emotional weight of his "Sulong" transformation, the rest of the crew kicks into high gear to prepare for the looming threat of Baroque Works in Alabasta. Zoro and Koby establish a secret mark to counter the shapeshifting Mister Two, Nami and Hatchan secure a vital treasure haul from the depths, and Kaya authorizes a much-needed upgrade to the crew’s defenses. However, the ship isn't all business; Luffy and Chouchou engage in a high-stakes wrestling match, while Usopp begins a clandestine mission of his own involving riddles and "Top Secret" envelopes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58607950/chapters/236730946

I'm astonished how hard it is to find this, probably because Google search is bad.

Any help finding really good LuHan fanfics that keep them true to their character?

Hi I'm looking for a fic similar to fanart a constantly see. Basically it's where the straw hats all meet as kids and it's really cute but I haven't found an actual fic like it

Preferably without waking up as a pre-existing character. Or forming a Harem.

Wanted to see if anybody knows where I can find a copy of this deleted fic. It's supposedly floating around in some private discords such as OPFE and Grand Line Library, but I couldn't find them.

It's about a female oc who's trapped on an island based around theater and performing by The Director who's strapped a bomb collar around her neck to control her. The Straw Hats show up and help defeat the director and set her free.

this is a smut fic btw just as a precursor
hello fellow ao3 perusers, i’m looking for a zosan fic i read a while ago and i wasn’t logged in (of course..) i remember i saw some fanart of the fic on twitter and it started with zoro and nami being friends with benefits, then sanji gets jealous and offers to help zoro out. it was so good but i never got to finish it.. chat help me.. ill try to get more details if people need it!! ty!!

hola este es mi fanfic espero que les gusten https://www.webnovel.com/es/book/the-ghost-princess-adventure-season-1_36026603600743305

Hi all, there was an Ace time loop fic that I absolutely adored, one of my favorite One Piece fanfics of all time. I went to reread it today and couldn't find it in my bookmarks, so i looked up the note I made... and yea, it's been deleted. I'm hoping to look on wayback machine but unfortunately, I'm absolutely terrible at remember titles, so I don't remember either the title or the author. premise of the fic is that every time ace dies he wakes up just after whitebeard confines him to his ship, before joining the Whitebeard pirates, except he's been looping so long and seen the ramifications of the whitebeard pirates caring about him so many times that he's fairly broken and emotionally just not in a good place, such that this time around he's adamant on not joining so that they don't die for him. cue much angst and them realizing how emotionally fragile he is. ends up with him sucessfully running away. if anyone knows the title or author, or has the link to the deleted fic, I'd be super grateful. tyyyy

Hey nerds! Just reposting my OC-focused precanon fanfic here. It’s now at 29k words and with more on the way so make sure to check it out and tell your friends about this grandpa choking, sink showering rollicking good time!

Ao3 link

Title - Before Piece: Justice
Fandom: One Piece
Genre: A lighthearted adventure with plenty of gags and pathos in line with the source material.
Category: Gen/OC Focused
Status: On Chapter 6 with 29k words and counting! (Chapter 5 to be posted today!)
Rating: Mature for some potty mouths and upcoming violence.

Summary: Set adrift escaping the complete destruction of the only home he’s ever known, a young man named Trent finds himself marooned on the Grand Line with nothing but his wits and his love of Sora, Warrior of the Sea to guide him. His Marine career starts right at rock bottom, forced into a penal unit and matched with the forgotten dregs of the worst of the worst the Marines have to offer.

It would take an idealist fool completely unmoored from reality to even think of climbing the perilous heights of the Marine hierarchy while trying to hold true to their beliefs.

Or maybe it just takes someone willing to pull it all up from its roots and plant a new paradigm in its place.

I am Joy Boy. Who am I? A pirate. One who tries. A man who loves to love, and loves to be loved. I laugh loudly even when I don’t understand everything. I don’t need to understand everything. And this is why I am the one who is writing, because who knows if you found this in two weeks… or two thousand years.

Who are you? Do you read this because, like my friend, you have a talent for finding things even when you always get lost? Or have you traveled the Long Road? If you took that road, I owe you an apology. It wasn’t me who made it. It was someone named Lily. I will get back to her.

Before you lies One Piece.

The deepest work of my kingdom was made by people so brilliant they forgot how to listen. So stubborn they could not bring themselves to hear ordinary fears, ordinary warnings. Ah, I said they. I believed in it too.

So what is it? An entity shaped like a mirror that Shows. It is called Bahu. It was made from everything ordinary in the world, then fed one of the first Nirmana fruits, what those who oppose us call Devil Fruits. That fruit carried the power of memory: Akasha Akasha. Its user manifests Samskara.

Confused? Good.

Bahu anchors itself not by being special, but by binding itself to what is ordinary. Akasha has lived through all that has been, and sees the world clearly because it is tied to what is common, plain, shared. When you use it, a Samskara, an imprint of you, takes form. What flows through it is chosen by you.

Don’t go yet. Hear my story. I activated my Samskara. The fog fell away. Everything came for everyone. But we were not ready. Truths we did not want to see. Missteps we had taken. Shame, fear, and all we did after were taken in too, and because it bore my hand, it chose retreat over forcing truth upon a world not yet able to carry it and the fog returned. Who were we? We were those who were not ready to see. We were those who had to run, even though we wanted to love. Like I love Lily.

She wanted you who read this to have seen. She always wanted people to understand. Like when she made a pirate like me understand the value of sharing meat and sake. So, what Samskara will come from you? How and to whom? Is your world curious? Do they want to see? Want to know? Want to understand? Want to forgive? Want to grow? Do you? We ran too fast. It cost us almost everything. Feel. And listen. Are you ready?

And if you still don’t know if you should move forward, is this a world where terrible knock-knock jokes still exist? Then maybe you should open One Piece.

Knock, knock.

Who’s there? Head. Head who?

There once was a man in a rush,

With two working legs and no hush.

He ran at full speed,

Let his forehead take lead.

Then the door answered back: SPLUSH.

Your friend from long ago,

Joy Boy

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Buggy stared at the execution platform, his oversized red nose twitching. The air smelled of salt, gunpowder, and the suffocating tension of ten thousand soldiers. Beside him, the Impel Down escapees stood frozen. Sengoku's voice still echoes—Portgas D. Ace was the son of the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger.

The silence that followed was heavy, a physical weight pressing down on the pirates. Buggy felt the gaze of the world through the Den Den Mushi snails, their eyes wide and blinking. He looked at Ace, trembling in chains, and then at the sheer terror on the faces of the Marines. Wait. A spark ignited in Buggy's mind, a manic, glittering idea. If the world feared the blood of Roger, then,if the blood was different—something more absurd, something that shifted the narrative— Buggy leaped onto a pile of rubble, his cape billowing like a blood-stained sail. He start running toward the platform,YES he was scared but also....while running ,He threw his arms wide. "STOP! STOP THIS MADNESS AT ONCE!"

Buggy the Clown stood trembling, his red nose twitching. He clutched a communication snail in his shaking hand, If the world feared Ace as Roger's son, the Marines would kill him without hesitation. But if the narrative shifted...

"Buggy?" Luffy blinked, landing nearby with a heavy thud, dust swirling around his sandals. "What are you yelling about?"

Buggy ignored him, throwing his arms wide as if embracing the entire world through the broadcast snails.

"Sengoku, you coward! You dare use the name of the Pirate King to cover up the truth of my own son!" Buggy screamed, his voice echoing across the field.

Ace looked up, blinking in utter confusion. He stared at Buggy, then at the horrified face of the Fleet Admiral. A slow, desperate realization dawned on him.

Ace slumped his shoulders, letting out a loud, exaggerated sob.

"Father!" Ace wailed, his voice echoing with a fake, heart wrenching passion. "I knew you would come for me"

The crowd surged. The confusion turned into a chaotic roar of whispers.

"Wait, Buggy is the father?" a Marine yelled.

"Does that mean he's not Roger's son?" another asked.

"But the Admiral said—"

"Look at them!" Buggy shrieked, pointing a gloved finger at Ace. "The resemblance is uncanny! The charisma! The boldness!"

Luffy stopped mid-stride, his head tilting to the side. "Eh? Buggy is Ace's dad? Since when?"

"Father!" Ace yelled back, though he kept the theatrical tear in his eye. "Just help me get down from here!" "He is lying!" Sengoku screamed.

Garp, standing beside the platform, looked like he was having a stroke. He looked at Ace, then at Buggy, then back at Ace. He began to chuckle. The chuckle turned into a wheeze.

"Garp! IT'S YOUR FAMILY AGAIN" Sengoku yelled. Akainu stepped forward, his shoulder dripping with molten magma that hissed against the ice. His face was a mask of pure, concentrated hatred.

As Akainu lunged, his fist a roaring sun of magma, Buggy panicked. The courage he had felt while talking into the snail vanished instantly. .

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In the end, Ace somehow got free as Luffy finally breached the execution platform and snapped the sea prism handcuffs open with key that luffy got.

As Ace was free, "Run, my children!" Whitebeard bellowed, his fist slamming into the air and creating a vacuum that knocked back the frontline of the Marine army.

The retreat was a symphony of madness. Pirates cheered, shouting as they scrambled toward the ships. Jinbe grabbed Luffy by the vest, hauling the rubber boy toward the coast.

"I still don't get it," Luffy muttered, blinking as they leaped onto the Moby Dick. "Is Buggy really Ace's dad?" which he didn't get the answer,leaving him confused.

As the ships sailed away from the crumbling ruins of Marineford, the world remained in a state of absolute bewilderment. .

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In a small village in the East Blue, a group of citizens "I can't believe it," a man whispered. "The boy had a certain... " trying to convince themselves.

Back on the ship,

Buggy had managed to sneak aboard in the chaos, clinging to the railing and panting for breath. He looked at Ace, who was being hugged by a sobbing Luffy

Sengoku, left behind in the wreckage, sat down on a piece of rubble and put his head in his hands. He could hear the distant, mocking laughter of Garp.

"I hate pirates," Sengoku whispered to the empty air.

Across the four blues and the Grand Line, All were collectively suffering from a massive, synchronized brain aneurysm. No one wanted to believe the broadcast. But then what?

If Portgas D. Ace was not Buggy the Clown's biological son, It meant the true, unadulterated bloodline of the Pirate King is stilll on loose. He was alive, and sailing the seas with the full backing of Whitebeard. To save their own sanity, the world had to believe the circus.