#one piece canon divergence

[ssiggss]

"I made you wait for me."

"And you are worth more than every second spent."

[sailing-ever-west]

"Safe"

A fic snippet for an AU in which the Vinsmokes find out kid Sanji is working at a restaurant and re-kidnap him so he's no longer "staining their name," and Zeff has a conniption and sails all the way to the North Blue to rescue him. Scene is when Zeff gets there and sneaks in.

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The deeper Zeff goes into the dungeon, the hotter his blood boils at even the thought of the little eggplant being kept down here. It's cold enough to make a grown man shiver, let alone a scrawny little kid, and most of all it's dark, so dark.

Sanji hates the dark like it hurt him personally. If this place is any indication, Zeff supposes it has.

There are guards chattering to themselves around the next corner. Zeff could sneak around or wait for them to leave, but he doesn't want to. Truthfully he's itching to kick someone's face in, and anyone even slightly responsible for locking his kid in a dungeon will do just fine.

His kid.

The thought comes a little too naturally. Or maybe just as naturally as it should.

Doesn't matter.

He stomps around the corner to face the guards, who look up from their conversation and immediately draw their weapons.

“Hey, who are you, old man?” the taller one demands, pointing his spear at him. “You're not supposed to be down here.”

Just spears? Tch, easy. 

He knocks the weapons clean out of their hands with one swipe of his wooden leg, then whacks them in the head with the other one. They fall to the floor with bloody noses and quickly lose consciousness.

Hmph. Not very satisfying.

He checks their belts, and sure enough, one has a ring of keys. He snatches it up, then steps over their bodies and into the corridor they guarded. Sanji must be here somewhere, but it's so quiet. He hates it when the kid is quiet.

“Eggplant?” he calls out as he makes his way toward the back. “Are you in here, kid? Talk to me.”

Silence, and then a sound of shuffling and chains rattling.

“Zeff?” the voice calls weakly, and the sound alone nearly breaks his heart without warning.

“Yeah, kid, I'm here.” 

Zeff rushes over to where it came from, wooden leg thumping loudly against the stone floor. He doesn't stop until he's near the end of the hall and finally catches sight of a pale little body behind thick iron bars, still in his chef's uniform, though it's tattered and stained.

The kid is shackled around his wrists and ankles, and so thin Zeff is surprised they even stay on. But the part he really didn't expect, that makes a pit open in his stomach, is the helmet. It covers Sanji's whole face except his eyes, one of which is black and swollen, and the other wide and afraid behind a curtain of blood-streaked blond hair. He can tell by the way his shoulders slump that the object is too heavy for his head. What could even be the point of that thing besides tormenting him? Zeff feels sick.

“I'm gonna get you outta there, little Eggplant, just hang on,” he says, and starts trying keys until one fits in the lock on the cell door. He twists it forcefully and pries the bars open, then takes it out and hopes the other keys are for the shackles.

Sanji is visibly shaking, staring at him in shock, and he can see tears forming in his eyes. It makes Zeff's start to water, too, but he doesn't dare acknowledge it.

He puts a hand on Sanji's bony shoulder and rubs it firmly to ground him.

The kid leans into it and then starts sobbing.

“Hey, hey, it's alright,” Zeff tells him. 

He gets out the second key on the ring and starts to free his hands. Trial and error. That one doesn't fit, but the other key does. 

A muffled, quiet voice comes from the helmet amidst sobs.

“What's that, kid?”

Sanji sniffles, and his eyes are huge as he meets Zeff's. 

“Y-you…” he starts. “You came to get me. You came all the way to the North Blue. For me. I don't understand.”

Zeff doesn't know what to say. He's afraid if something comes out of his mouth it'll be far too vulnerable for either of them, and this situation is delicate enough as it is. Does the kid really think that after losing a leg for him he'd just abandon him to his fate at the next sign of trouble?

“Well, you know,” he says as he slides the handcuffs off, attempted nonchalance a bit ruined by the fact that he's nearly crying, “Can't run a proper restaurant without my sous chef.”

Sanji reaches out to him with raw, bruised wrists and clutches onto his sleeve, sobbing even louder.

Zeff rubs his back in steady circles.

“Shh, ‘s fine. Let's get your legs free and get that nasty bucket off your head, alright?”

“M'kay.”

Taking off the shackles reveals a badly swollen ankle, and Zeff worries it's broken. It wouldn't be surprising considering the bruises covering the kid's whole body, filling Zeff with an urge to kill he hasn't felt since his pirate days. Poor kid must have shown them he knows how to kick now. He'll have to check on that as soon as they're out of this forsaken place.

The helmet is a bit trickier. It opens in the back, and the lock is tight and at a strangle angle, clearly designed so that the wearer can't undo it themselves. Sanji goes rigid for a moment with Zeff's hands behind his head working on it, but finally it does come off, revealing a face even more bruised and bloody than his body. 

“Oh, kid,” Zeff mutters. “You're--”

He's interrupted by the impact of Sanji fully launching himself around him and holding on like he'd drown if he didn't. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…” he murmurs incessantly into his shoulder.

Zeff pauses for a moment, and then melts with heartache and relief. Crap, he was worried about this kid. He holds Sanji against himself and cradles his head, ruffling the messy blond hair formerly trapped beneath an iron dome.

“Nothin’ to thank me for,” Zeff insists. “Just lookin’ after my own.”

Sanji cries harder at that, and Zeff isn't really sure what to do, so he puts his other arm under his legs and slowly scoops him up to carry.

He's grateful, at least, that when the tears finally stream from his own eyes, Sanji has his face too buried to see it.

“Let's get you home, little Eggplant,” he says, and for once he's confident he chose the right words.

He already knew he would die for this kid. He had that figured out the day they met. It felt like psychosis to him then, some strange spirit taking over his mind and making him do crazy things like give away all his food with no real plan for how to survive more than a week. But now it's more right than anything else he knows. Of course he would die for this kid. He would kill for this kid. And he knows now, most importantly, that he's going to live for him. 

[chenziee]

OPKisstober: Staying In

Day 4 for OPKisstober: Marco/Ace

Blinking awake, Marco winced at the bright light coming through the small window in his private cabin on the Moby Dick. Man, he really overslept, didn’t he…?

“Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing at his eyes. Eyes that for some reason just refused to stay open.

Why was he so tired? Sure, he wasn’t the youngest anymore, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t handle the little bit of stress brought by Ace’s imprisonment, culminating with the war at Marineford, and the subsequent all-nighter taking care of everyone’s injuries— 

Okay, maybe it was no wonder he just passed out for god knows how many hours. He really didn’t want to move but he really didn’t have the luxury right now…

With a deep sigh, Marco pulled his blanket back, forcing himself to sit up.

“Mn.” 

Someone stirred next to him, and immediately, a pang of guilt ran through Marco. After all, if anyone deserved to sleep for a week right now, it was him.

“Go back to sleep,” Marco whispered as he reached out, gently running his fingers through Ace’s hair.

Ace hummed noncommittally before he rolled over and threw his arm over Marco’s lap, seemingly falling asleep again.

“Ace, please. I need to go check up on Pops and everyone’s injuries,” Marco muttered, nudging Ace to get him to let go.

With a groan, Ace’s grip only tightened. “Says who? No one came to get you, they can deal with it for once.”

Marco paused. He had to admit that Ace did have a point but—

As he tried to reason with himself, it became harder and harder with each passing second. His brain was foggy, his eyelids heavy, the bed so comfortable, and Ace so warm, so solid, so alive. Marco couldn’t fight it anymore.

Taking a deep breath, Marco finally gave up. He let himself fall back into his bed, settling in next to Ace as if that was where he was supposed to be.

Immediately, the young pirate shuffled closer, snuggling up to Marco as closely as he physically could, and Marco felt a wave of emotions overtake him. He was so close to losing him. So close to losing everything. If it wasn’t for Straw Hat and Trafalgar Law…

Wrapping his arms around Ace to pull him closer, Marco closed his eyes tightly, pressing a long kiss to Ace’s temple, pouring all his feelings into the simple touch. He was sure Ace was already asleep again… but he didn’t care. He would do it again and again, as long as he was allowed to do so.

He was close to losing him but he’d be damned if he let something like that happen again.

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[phosmic]

this alleviated a little bit of illness i got after reading the latest chapter of this fic

[vincesnoirs]

Listen I have never cared about canon when it comes to headcanons and fanfiction. They could confirm that Crocodile is cis and his secret with Ivankov is that he helped Dragon form the revolutionary army or some shit. And I would still headcanon him as trans and Luffy’s other parent.

[zethsdumpster]

More Acechiji hdcs??? Pwease??? 🥺🤲

° Ichiji is a sheltered brat so he tends to follow Ace's lead on what is 'normal', but Ace also isn't normal so they just become a duo of weirdos interacting with the world.

° They're chronic cuddlers, they're very touchy in general, but they also spend way too much time cuddling, the moment they sit down they're leaning into each other, when they're standing they're hand to hip, holding hands or even just brushing limbs, Ichiji's exoesqueleton making him colder than normal is just an excuse.

° They would be insufferable if they met as children, both are the leaders of their sibling group and both are very angry kids so ASL and 124 would have group fights in the daily. Some sort of respect could come from that.

° I headcanon that the Vinsmoke Siblings' enhancements actually hurt them (especially for Ichiji and Niji), so as Ichiji's eyesight and hearing gets worse he starts depending more on Ace, and together they come with a way to communicate with each other in case Ichiji goes blind and/or deaf (they'll try their best from stopping it to getting to that)

° Ace isn't only narcoleptic, he's also a sleepwalker-talker, Ichiji's insomniac ass is always entertained and busy taking care of him.

° They're both very independent, but also kind of clingy, they're always following each other on missions and whatnot with the excuse of "Who's gonna look after you?"

+ Smutty headcanons

- Ichiji is a crier, the intense emotions always bring him to tears, Ace thinks that's cute, and it also makes him feel even more loved.

- Their favourite parts are the foreplay and the aftercare/cuddling.

[greenerteacups]

Is Harry a horocrux/ parselmouth ?

What, in canon?

[xraiyax]

Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was tagged by @katia-anyway! Thanks you for tagging me <3 I will start with my newest fic.

Then Came You (T)

One Piece | LawLu | Hurt&Comfort | Post Wano Canon Divergent

„Please Captain don’t die.“ Law could hear Bepo repeat the words over and over.

Nothing to Lose (T)

One Piece | Kizaru x Akainu & LawLu | Hurt&Comfort | Enemies working together

Kizaru could move as quick as light but not whilst carrying another person, especially a dying person.

My Sweetheart (T)

One Piece | Kizaru x Akainu | Fluff | Kizaru teasing Akainu

The first time he called Sakazuki Sweetheart was in his office.

Better Than Us (Gen)

One Piece | Sengoku & Garp | Hurt & Comfort | Mourning their dead adoptive sons

„Sengoku. I have to do something.“ Garp dug his nails painfully into Sengoku’s arms, but the other did not flinch, only kept holding him in a tight grip.

His (M)

One Piece | Kizaru x Akainu | Thoughts | A side of Sakazuki only Borsalino knows

„Borsalino.“ Sakazuki‘s voice was so sweet when he begged him like this.

Welcome Home (M)

One Piece | Kizaru x Akainu | Smut | Borsalino comes home after a mission

Sakazuki sighed relieved when the door fell shut behind him and stretched, groaning with the ache he felt in his shoulders and neck. 

A Moment of Weakness (T)

One Piece | Kizaru x Akainu | Comfort | Sakazuki waking up after the fight with Kuzan

Sakazuki woke up in a room that was way too bright for his eyes and too cold to feel comfortable.

Calendars for the Doctor (T)

One Piece | LawLu | Mutual Pining | Modern AU

Christmas season was hard to plan for Law. Or rather something he did not plan at all.

As Simple As It Can Be (M)

One Piece | LawLu | Soft Smut | Inspired by the Breed Episodes

“Now kiss.” “Kiss? I thought you wanted to make us fight?” Law stayed quiet, while Luffy shouted at Breed. 

Helping Hands (T)

One Piece | LawLu | Fluff | Luffy helping Law wash his hair after Dressrosa

“Why are you doing this strawhat-ya?” Law still remembered how Nami-ya had to force the other captain to take a bath.

Tagging: @eriathalia @andaniellight @khepiari @travelertale @chenziee

[melancholitas]

Law, hearing about Marineford, deciding "on a whim" to change course and haul Luffy's ass out of there still is one of my favorite moments.

A pirate that basically had no business being there, deciding to willingly enter a marine war. Metaphorically laughing in the face of the fleet admiral, a man he doesn't know yet he shares fate with. Just because.

This concept makes me want to see Sengoku doing something similar.

The old man has no business leaving his retirement. But after hearing about the Swords pinch, with Garp high on their heels, and then the recent news about his insufferable grandson?

I wanna bet he hauls his Buddha behind out on the seas and returns the favor. With his shifted sense of justice (thanks to Cora-san) he would be more inclined to act on it. Especially if his family is involved.

The very thing he always reprimands Garp for when his spawns are wrecking havoc again (I count Coby into that).

So he goes out there and helps Law. Claiming "it's on a whim".

I want to see this turn of events repeated.

Furthering the narrative of unconditional love and blurring the lines more of "conventional behavior".

But most of all, I want to see them mending the wounds of the past and holding tight onto what they treasure.

I want them to break the circle of having to see their loved ones being ripped from their hands.

I want them to be able to step up, and reclaim their ground.

Garp, Coby, Law, Sengoku. And everyone dear to them.

[fmlopla]

Fic where germa’s royal bloodline is through Sanji’s mom so when judge messes with her pregnancy she has enough power to throw him into the dungeon and take the poison to try to reverse what he did, and get medical staff to work to cure the poisoning so she doesn’t waste away from it.

01234ji meet their father occasionally but he’s not charismatic or nice enough that any of them spend much time with him. Eventually judge is able to stage a coup with some guards he brainwashed, it is mostly unsuccessful but someone is able to kidnap Sanji and get him away from Germa. The man tells Sanji the coup was successful and his mother and siblings are dead and that he’ll never see them again.

[nightlydecaf]

Hey @wonderingtheblue, happy holidays! I was your Secret Santa this year for @op-secret-santa :)

I really loved your canon-divergence prompt ideas, especially the one about Luffy as the older brother instead of Ace, so I decided to make a little comic! Luffy has always been so driven, and I think that would have been really inspiring to a young Ace ㅠㅠ. In this version, I think Ace's hat would be a nice homage to his brother's signature hat and his pride as a pirate :)

Hope you have a great New Year's and an awesome 2023!!

Full comic is available below the cut:

[akaiuchiha]

Fanfic rec

Fanfic Title: Oh Captain, Deal

Fandom: One Piece

Author: NoxKami

Status: Work in Progress

Numbers of chapters: 12 + 1 note

Major warning: Graphic depiction of violence

Website: AO3

Major relationships: Shanks/Corazon, Law&Luffy&Ace&Sabo, Corazon&Law&Luffy&Ace&Sabo, Shanks&Law&Luffy&Ace&Sabo

Major tags: Time Travel AU, Canon Divergence, Everybody lives but Blackbeard, major character undeath, spoilers, hurt&comfort

Summary: "The wish of a father whose son is dead makes it so everything rewinds. Time goes back on itself and the son is now back to being a kid. Some remembers, others don't, what will change from what once was?"

[chenziee]

AKA Obligatory everybody is alive and nothing hurts, attempt #254666

This piece is a "Pick one" commission from the_rin on AO3! Thank you so much again for commissioning me and for your endless patience while I struggled with this creature that decided to run away from me 🤍🙏

One day, I might be able to actually write this story in Luffy's POV (which is what it was originally supposed to be both four years ago when I first had the idea and now.. but I still don't have enough skill and confidence to successfully make it ☠️

So for now, please enjoy Nami's slowly losing it while chaos rules over Sabaody 🍊

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3D2Y

As Nami climbed up onto the Sunny’s deck for the first time in two years, with a wide smile on her lips and arms full of shopping bags, she could barely contain her excitement. After all, it now finally felt like time was moving again after the crew’s separation.

When she had gotten the news of the war while on Weatheria, it was like a punch in the gut. She had seen the photos of the state both Luffy and Ace were in before their escape—both with terrible burn scars on their chests with blood all over their faces, looking on the brink of death. The following days were nothing short of a high-speed nightmare filled with nothing but worry, fear, and the need to be by Luffy’s side with no way to get to him.

She trusted that Luffy would make it… but there was no real guarantee he would. Or that Ace would.

Nami didn’t dare imagine how Luffy would feel if he had lost his brother. While completely alone, with no one from the crew by his side… Her heart nearly broke at the mere thought of it.

So, when the news of Luffy’s escapade at Marineford reached her a few weeks later, seeing the message he had for his crew, it was like a huge weight had been lifted off her chest. She knew what Luffy was trying to say. She understood. And she knew that she, too, could get stronger.

With Weatheria’s science, she was sure she could become a navigator capable of getting Luffy wherever he damn well wanted.

And she was confident that now, two years later, she was more than able to do that.

Even though she imagined that Luffy was going to come up with the stupidest, most dangerous places to sail to…

But, that was a battle she would fight when they got there; for now, she was just beyond excited to see everyone!

By the time she had arrived on Sabaody a few days ago, only Franky and Zoro were already there—one of which was definitely hopelessly lost and possibly half-way to Fishman Island by that point—but now… Now it all felt so much more real.

Usopp and Chopper were with her—or had been before they ran off to rave over Franky—, Shakky said that Brook and Sanji were somewhere on the archipelago, and now, even Robin was on the ship already, waiting for Nami to climb up the ladder.

They were only missing Luffy now, but that was just a matter of time.

Honestly, their biggest problem at this point was finding Zoro and dragging his directionally challenged ass back here.

“Nami! I’m so happy to see you!” Robin said, pulling Nami into a hug as soon as she found her balance on the jelly-like coating under her feet.

Nami laughed easily, returning the gesture. “Same to you! You look amazing!” she complimented the archeologist, sighing in content at the familiar warmth of her friend’s presence.

That is, at least, until a high-pitched scream resounded around the deck, startling Nami and making her jump.

“Hair comes out?!”

“Awesome!!”

“Can you make any hairstyle you want?!”

Heaving a deep sigh, Nami shook her head. “I can’t believe Franky’s body got even more ridiculous. What even is going on over there?”

“Who knows?” Robin chuckled “Looks like the boys like it though.”

“Such a bulky body seems so inconvenient. I don’t get it,” another woman piped up.

“Right?” Nami agreed with a huff. “I mean, what’s with those shoulders—”

Suddenly, Nami stopped talking. Blinking a few times, she tried to figure out what it was that suddenly felt so off… but then, she whipped around in the direction of the last voice—a distinctly unfamiliar voice.

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[battlecries-dear]

in light of recent events (jaskier confirmed bi, likely will be given a male love interest) i venture to be the first to write fic where i flatten and ignore Male Love Interests character/ role in the actual show to instead use him as a dramatic roadblock keeping my action figures from kissing. as is time honored tradition.

[foxsketch6543]

This how I mainly personally see Brock and Molotov for the most part, so far I see them both being good friends (and had crushes on each other) that grew apart over the years due to their jobs and all the shit happening to them that caused past wounds and how they took each other for granted.

Despite them BOTH being in the OSI agents and matured emotionally, reconciliation wouldn’t be easy and closure doesn’t come right away and might take a while for them to do so. :(

This is more canon divergence and there’s a lot of potential for the angsty HCs.

[acim-ed-ortsac]

The Sun dances while the Moon plays: The Beginning of All Things

“Doku.”

You glance at your mother with wide eyes, looking up at her towering form as she kneels beside you. The sea waves lap at your feet before retreating, the sand rough and grainy under your feet, and the smell of sea salt stings your nose in comfort and home. The wind ruffles your hair, mussing it up to its enjoyment. Your mom smiles with the wind, brushing hair that goes to your face behind an ear. “Does the sea call you?”

Your five-year-old self nods, “It’s saying things.”

“Like what?”

You look back at the sea, toes curling when the water washes over your feet again. “Welcome home.”

Everything likes to talk to you, you learned. The birds, the trees, the animals, even the ocean. However, it’s amusing that you can already hear the Voice of All Things at such a young age. You remember the manga/anime series that was longer than you were born back then. The anime made it to…2000 episodes? Oda was insane, you had concluded while watching the Wano arc.

But now, reborn as a child on an unknown island within an unknown village and race, you were wondering if Oda was trying to cut some lore off not to make it endless.

The salt of the sea stings your nose as you listen to the Sea Kings speak of the coming of a ruler, of freedom incarnate. By now, you knew you were years back before Luffy or the East Blue gang were even born. Chopper might not even exist yet. 

Your hand splashes the water as it comes ashore, tasting salt when some lands on your mouth. The breeze rifling through your hair as the voices brush against your ears like gentle caresses. The moon was high and full amidst the dark sky, paving light in the dark world for people of the night. You look up at the moon, eyes reflecting its light like mirrors. There’s something magnetic about the moon when it’s fully lit, something soft and beautiful about it.

Whispers of giggles made you turn away from the sea. This voice was not like the rest, this felt beckoning. Magnetic like the moon. It felt like belonging. 

Your feet move without your acknowledgment, focused on the voice that calls for your name. From past the houses of your fellowmen to somewhere in the forest, the voice grows louder. Like a gentle hand guiding you to a parent.

You weren’t thinking if your parents might look for you.

Your feet meet stone, bringing you back to reality when you notice you are about to step into a temple made of old and cracked stone. Tapestries hung on the walls and torches of blue fire lit up at your presence, casting shadows on your face. The light of the moon brought a sort of shine of glory onto the temple, it’s tapestries revealed to show stitched images of the moon and a fruit. 

Come to me…

Your feet moved on its own when the voice called for you again.

You didn’t hear the frantic voices of your parents from outside. Nor the other voices that accompanied them. All you can focus on is the single fruit that is on the pedestal altar that has engravings of the phases of the moon. An irresistible pull towards the fruit until you were in arms reach of it. The fruit was crescent in shape with the comical swirls that the Hito Hito no Mi: Model Nika had.

Eat me…

‘Okay.’

Bringing the fruit to your lips, you didn’t hear your father cry out your name as you took a bite of the fruit. A rush of completeness fills your senses as the colors brighten around you, warmth and belonging warm your skin, and your heart beats powerfully in your chest.

We are one again.

- -

The ocean likes you.

You stood with your feet in the water, feeling it lap against your feet for a moment before it retreated. It was warm.

Everything seemed to like you.

Because we are loved.

You tilted your head at the voice that appeared ever since you ate that devil fruit. You wonder if it was destiny that you were convinced by the fruit to eat it since your parents and elders told you that the fruit has the name of a god. The Human-Human Fruit: Khun Model.

And you were shocked. Dumbfounded. Because you never heard of this fruit before, it was never mentioned in one piece. But it existed and you just ate it. 

When on your first day as a Devil Fruit user, you find yourself able to change yourself to your surroundings. When you were playing hide and seek with the other kids, you hid behind a tree as your hiding spot. You thought you were found when the seeker was in front of you but passed you when running towards another.

You were confused at first before noticing yourself to have turned to the tree bark, effectively camouflaging you with the trunk. When your parents called you, your father shrieked when you came out still made of wood. Your mother laughed.

It’s your right, we love you like you love us. You re unbound.

From there you experimented for a bit on your home, becoming water and submerging with the sea, changing your arm to steel, even turning your leg into fire. You had a few theories about this, and with the large significance of the moon your community relates to Khun, it was more prevalent. If Nika, the Sun god symbolized freedom then this Khun god, the Moon god, symbolized change. It’s a loose theory but you kinda love connections and parallels; because there’s freedom in change, and vice versa.

You loved this feeling, the ability to change. There’s freedom in being able to change, from the substances and materials of your body to your gender to the element you can change to.

Unfortunately, the Government seems to hate it, if the Buster Call was any hint of it.

- -

“RUN DOKU!”

Your feet ran as fast they could, explosions from the cannons blasted near you and left a ringing in your ears. Your clothes were ripped and dirty as you weren't careful about how you ran, only that you did to escape. The shouts from men behind you made you speed up. Marines at your tail.

You felt like crying.

RUN!

Your community had neutral relations with the Marines, that you knew from your parents. So when they arrived and the first time you saw them, you were immediately worried when the elder of your community had a stern face. That worry grew when the Admiral leading them glanced at you when you were playing in the water, your arm turning to the same liquid to change shape. Then there was arguing, yelling, screaming, you couldn’t decipher most of it since your parents hid you in your house while they argued with the Marine Admiral. The Elder had joined in at one point, in your defense you guessed.

They wanted the fruit, but I ate it. You realized a bit too late when they left on their ships. Now you were anxious as you could only guess what was next.

When the Marines came back, they brought a battalion.

Survive

Your feet take you to the edge of a cliff, where the waters crash against the rocks. Behind you, Marines fumble through the jungle you ran through, getting closer. You looked between the jungle and the ocean, indecisive about which one was preferable. Yet, the waters seemed to have decided for you.

Jump!

And for some reason, you were confident that the ocean would catch you as you jumped off the cliff, escaping a Marine who nearly grabbed at you.

When you resurface, you first see ash and smoke. Ash and smoke, that hailed from your island. That ash and smoke would soon be gone and all that would be left would be desolation and lifelessness. Still in shock and numb, you turn to the ships that caused it, the ship that held the Government symbol waved it proudly. As if serving the Government was something to be proud of.

They did this.

Something chipped inside of you, hot and boiling.

They destroyed your home.

Something akin to lava, akin to the storm brewing right now.

They took my FAMILY!

Boiling hot rage burned through your veins like the magma of a volcano as you screamed to the skies. The waves were turbulent and just as angry as they crashed against the rocks, the wood of the ships, and anything that was in its way. Lightning crackled and thunder boomed from the sky. And a wave that rose higher and higher towered over the battalion of ships and swallowed any screams that were last heard…

But anger took over your vision, missing the catastrophe that you had cast upon the murderers of your family, the destroyers of your home.

The Moon, our creator, has returned.

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Next Note: This is canon divergence, so it will differ from the Lore. Also, original devil fruit. Also, the name Doku is something I shortened term for 'Dokusha' which means reader.

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