winter 2015-2016 ficathon: take me with you to the sea

[passingbuzzards]

take me with you to the sea
A ONE PIECE FICATHON

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Luffy&Ace

[(Anonymous)]

Ace's lips are inches away, he falters, pulling back from the sleeping face that belongs to his innocent little brother. One-sided romance. Ace thinking at his death about the time he almost kissed Luffy.

[(Anonymous)]

(mentions of violence and blood)
Rebecca, Dressarosa, salute your champion

(because she deserved so much better than what canon gave her)

[(Anonymous)]

Trafalgar Law/Luffy Illusion.

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, so I wrote up a (very) small drabble. Sorry, it's probably not what you were looking for, but it's the first thing that popped into my mind. (My apologies if you don't like it! ;_;)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11748049/1/Illusion

[(Anonymous)]

I have no idea if anyone is still checking this, but the last little bit finally came to me, so here's my take on the prompt:
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Stepping out into the area was always one of the most nerve-wracking things she had to do, no matter how many times she had done it. Rebecca could feel every eye in the area turn to her, and had learned long ago that it was best to ignore all the whispers (the first few times she had listened, and quickly lost the round as a result). She knew what they were all thinking anyways: would this be the time that she finally died? She never blamed them for it, if anything, she had the same thoughts herself. Rebecca knew that, while she stronger than the typical person, all of those in the Arena today weren’t the typical gladiators who she normally fought against. Most of the fighters had been royals, trained guards, and pirates, and almost all of them were trained, either by schooling or because they had been forced into ‘life or death’ situations before. The only advantage she had was that only a small percentage of contestants had ever fought in an arena before, which had proven useful in the previous fight. (She distinctly remembered one of her opponents not realizing that she had backed him right to the edge of the ring, which meant that he had fallen backwards out of the ring when he tried to take a step back.)

Rebecca looked around at her final opponents. She had seen all the previous fights and knew that all of the people she was fighting against weren’t going to be easily taken down.

Well…

She looked at the one that she thought she knew. Lucy. Something seemed…..off about them. Lucy had been full of smiles when the two had talked, but now they barely even acknowledged her. Their stance was different too, along with a newly painted ‘scar’ on their chest. To the crowd, they would probably appear the same. To her, it was like they were a completely different person.

Rebecca forgot whatever she had been thinking about when a loud gunshot sounded. She instinctively got ready to fight, defend, or seek, preferably one of the last two. When it came to brute strength, she knew she wouldn’t stand much of a chance compared to her much larger opponents. She could, however, keep dodging until her opponent was winded and deal a quick blow to knock them out, or she could search for the fish that had the prize while the others were busy in the fight and win that way. Some would call it the easy way out, but she simply saw it as using what she could as her advantage.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something silver come towards her, and spun just in time to have her own sword defend against the one that easily would have gone through her if she had not seen it. She smiled when she saw the guy’s reaction (obviously, he had thought she was an easy target), and felt it widen as she gracefully turned and dodged the crash that was his body due to the lack of pressure that she had created below him.

It wasn’t too much longer into the fight before she saw that both Diamante and ‘Lucy’ were eagerly looking for the chest with the prize, getting into fights in the process. Bartolomeo was keeping her former opponent busy.

Now or never.

Temporarily sheathing her sword, she ran to the edge of the ring and starting running the perimeter, keeping her eyes peeled for anything that could be the chest.

There it is!

Rebecca saw that she wasn’t the only one who saw the golden chest--both ‘Lucy’ and Diamante had already seen it. (She had half a thought to drop her sword and shield so she could run faster, but dismissed it immediately). Instead, she ran exactly opposite from where it was. It was a gamble, but if she was right, then she could grab the chest before either of them.

Both of the men behind her scrambled to stay on the large fish, mainly jumping to the closest one whenever the fish started to dive underwater. Despite that, both were slowly catching up to where she was waiting.

Any second now!

‘Lucy’ had almost reached the spot where she was when she finally saw the golden glimmer beneath the water. She took off in a sprint, trying to get slightly ahead of the fish, before jumping. She knew she had timed it just right when she felt the solid body of the fish below her.

Rebecca only had maybe 15 seconds before the fish would go back underwater and she would have to attempt the same jump again, just on the opposite side, thus she ran as best as she could up the scaly body, using the chains when possible, until she reached the chest. At any other time, she probably would have marveled at how beautifully decorated the chest was, but now, she only reached for her sword, and brought it down as hard as she could on what looked like the weakest part of the chest, completely breaking open the top part.

The fish below her had a sudden shift in its direction, which put both her and the newly freed fruit into the air.

“Sorry, Princess. Hope you don’t mind me grabbing this!”

Rebecca hadn’t realized that ‘Lucy’ had gotten this close, but she wasn’t going to give up so easily. Using her feet to find any type of leverage, she came in contact with the fins from the fish that had just flung her, which she used to push herself forward. She stretched as much as she could, her fingers reaching slightly past ‘Lucy’s’.

Got it!

There was a smirk on her face as she jumped away from her opponent. She had heard from the first Lucy earlier that the fruit was important to them, and this ‘Lucy’ seemed to feel the same. She could see the mix of emotions on their face (shock, anger, annoyed….and a bit of pleading?), but she couldn’t bring herself to care about what the fake Lucy was feeling.

(The fruit tasted horrible, it burned the whole way down. Her whole body felt like it could burst into flames.)

No, she couldn’t bother to care what her opponent thought. (She moved her arm, testing the new flow of fire that was her body). The crowd had gone silent, and the announcer could barely say the words she had always dreamed of hearing. None of that mattered to her now.

Right now, she had a kingdom to take back.

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And then Rebecca fights Diamante, kicks butt, and then her, Viola and Law actually help take Doflamingo down.

So, yeah, hopefully it was at least something close to what you were thinking!

(Also, I’m going to de-anon myself over on my tumblr for both this one and the other prompt I filled. This one is here: http://starlightsmusings.tumblr.com/post/138908964823/fandom-one-piece-prompt-dressarosa-salute-your)

[(Anonymous)]

https://41.media.tumblr.com/8c46fd0bf910f49239cf7d2e01d9656c/tumblr_o293jfniiz1qda7ieo1_1280.png
I drew an art fill for this prompt, :)

[passingbuzzards]

not the original prompter obv but this is so lovely, your art is fantastic !

DAAANG!

[(Anonymous)]

HOT DAMN. I seriously DID NOT see that coming. After reading the last sentence, I went back and reread the whole thing again! This just never even crossed my mind! WOW.

Author: scissor-metimbers.tumblr.com

[(Anonymous)]

It’s not that Ace dies, but that he lays down.
He lays down in his brother’s arms.

Lays down in a pool of the blood that’s left him.

Lays down tears he’s held back too long, too long.

Lays down the sorrow that weighs on him, that heavies his heart.
It’s not that Ace dies, but that he leaves.
He leaves the earth for what is beyond.

Leaves the guilt and shame of his lineage. 

Leaves his little brother.

Leaves, and takes a piece of so many hearts.
It’s not that Ace dies, but that he gives up.
He gives up his pain, his aches. 

Gives up the ghosts that haunted him forever.

Gives up the secrets he buried with his father.

Takes one last breath, and gives it up.

[ryuichisakuma13]

This...is brilliant. Simply brilliant.

Ryuichi

[ryuichisakuma13]

Really great writing!

Ryuichi

[ryuichisakuma13]

Nice work!

Ryuichi

Re: 2/2

[ryuichisakuma13]

...fuck. Fuck!

I...don't know what to say to this. Other than it hurt to read. It hurt to think about. It hurt that Sabo....fuck.

This fic hurts. <3

Brilliant!

Ryuichi

[ryuichisakuma13]

That was sweet! Great work!

Ryuichi

Re: Luffy&Ace

[ryuichisakuma13]

i know its not exactly what you were asking for, but I wrote something for this prompt nonetheless. I hope you like it.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6197980

Ryuichi

[ryuichisakuma13]

So goooooodddd!

Ryuichi

[(Anonymous)]

Luffy, Sabo, Ace

I got this idea in my head about Luffy and Ace writing down their adventures for the sake of Sabo. Leaning more towards Ace, finding those logs after his death... But I also think Luffy putting in that effort for the sake of his dead brother is super sweet.

Here you go! Hope you like it.

[(Anonymous)]

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6658867

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11915155/1/

I suck at linking.

Your Prompt

[(Anonymous)]

Just to let you know I have taken your prompt and I am working on it. I'll try to post the first chapter this Saturday

Dear Sabo

[(Anonymous)]

Here is the story filling the prompt:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11946377/1/Dear-Sabo

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6778489/chapters/15489880

If you enjoy it, please let me know!

[axoplasmic]

tHIS IS SO LATE IM GARBAGE BUT THIS IS A REALLY GOOD PROMPT AND I LOVED IT AND I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT I WANTED YOU TO KNOW I WROTE IT FOR YOU

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The world chimes with melodies of strength and drumming battle. Zoro is a fighter – this is his song. Exalted crescendos of his swords singing through the air, the polyphonic timbres of his crew at his back, ballads of gore and glory: they echo in his ears and heart, painting the world in tonal colors of combat. They are what propel Zoro toward what he lives for.

His dream.

To be the best; the greatest the world has ever seen. For the heavens to forever remember the taste of his name, for the land to syncopate with his presence, for the seas and skies to herald him in resounding fortissimo. The cadence of that goal influences every moment of his life, because what is the purpose of a life that the world will forget? Does a man awaken every day to actualize an existence that no one recognizes once that life ends? The continuous andante of his lifetime – each moment he has trained, each bond he has formed, each time he has failed and failed and failed, each time he has succeeded, each semitone drop of blood, or sweat, or tears he has shed that have accumulated into gallons during his time alive – all of it worth nothing.

Zoro would rather die.

His pride will not let him fail. It will not let the harmony of his skill become dissonant, will not let the descant of his soul slow for even a moment, will not let him be powerless.

Never again.

His pride is his strength as a swordsman. His pride is his honor. It’s his ability to stand before the nonpareil and bare his chest to one of the Twelve Greatest, black blade knelling out a nocturne as it leaves its indelible mark. His pride is his loyalty. His pride is his Captain. It’s the way he bows at Bartholomew Kuma’s feet, willing to sacrifice his ambition, his life, his dream, for the man who will become King.

His pride is his crew. It’s the bite of a gash crossing his spine, pain beyond mere flesh arcing in a dolorous glissando.

The synchronized medley of their fights die out, dynamics plunging into dazed silence. Zoro grits his teeth and with a single whirl of his weapons, he picks up their orchestra, enemy muscle sliced cleanly in the wake of his blades’ legato melody. He pivots into each slash, relishing how they sustain. Because his swords were engaged and Usopp was unarmed, open to enemy attack (he would have died). Because all Zoro had to do was shift and he would be safe. Because the steady tempo that acts as a segue between his ambitions and his happiness thrums from his crew. Because his world is eminence and honor and his family.

In unison they cry out, the vibrato exclamation something like an opus to Zoro. Usopp’s falsetto of bravery and cunning fall, face pallor as he begins to shake. Chopper’s sobs are staccato in contrast to the rhythm of Franky’s shocked bellowing, and there’s a still beauty in Nami’s sonorous gasp as Robin lifts her hand to her mouth, her silence a melancholy piece of its own. Brooke belts out an opera, bones and cloth rubbing together, rattling around dramatically. Sanji’s elegy, shrouded in smoke and ash, is rasped into a cigarette halved by his teeth.

Luffy, however, skips a good few beats. Staring at Zoro, his eyes perform a fugue of his crew’s oeuvre, but he says nothing. His own fermata lasts until the very last note rings out from the Straw Hats.

Then he acts.

The battleground is devastated in his path of anger, retribution paid for the tears of their crewmembers and Zoro’s own loss. It starts and ends a cappella, the only sound his labored breath. Zoro thinks to smile, or say something, but suddenly he’s swathed in warm arms and cries of apology. Regret for not noticing, not being quick enough, for being too weak, too involved in another fight. Choppers shaking hooves are cool on his back and the cut stings even though he’s had worse, because this one is so much deeper than flesh or bone. It reaches down to his soul, his pride, his dream –

and though he’s not a believer, God does it hurt.

But his crew is there with him, teary eyed and loving, and he would give up everything for them; as he sits there looking back at them, Usopp’s forehead on the ground before him, he realizes that anything he gives up isn’t a sacrifice at all. He would surrender to death itself if it meant they were safe. He grabs the sniper by the overall straps and makes him stand.

“We’re nakama,” he says, not quite recognizing the capriccio hum in his voice.

[jaricchi]

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This is amazing! HOLY WOW. I love how you made cannon facts work for you. Also, what an awesome concept! I absolutely love it. Thank you so much for sharing!