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I shouldn’t have lived by Haerang (Tatrin)
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
06 Mar 2026
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The webnovel was a haunted story. Kim Dokja didn’t mind.
It was a curse Kim Dokja found and loyally paid with his flesh and blood. It was only fair for the ghosts of Yoo Joonghyuk’s regressions to eat him when he’s using Yoo Joonghyuk to live day by day.
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from the day you were born until the day I kill you by Haerang (Tatrin), Tatrin
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
23 Feb 2026
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On screen, Kim Dokja looks at the countdown. I didn't get to die today and suddenly I'm in TWSA. In a cabin which story was never told in the novel. The novel that ended today, but never truly reached the end. I want to read, Kim Dokja thinks feverishly. I want to read the end. And to do that, I'm going to have to survive.
In the present, Kim Dokja was yanked up by the collar. It didn't even occur to him to get away from the Protagonist. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, as if he breathed some sort of thought-annihilating mental miasma. The incoming violence was bound to happen.
"Tell me the truth."
Kim Dokja's eyes flew open. He had closed them with the expectation of getting his face caved in, not a question.
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A non-linear ORV character study/reaction fic where Dokja's suicidal ideation is a bit more obvious from Day 0. Kim Dokja's Company, who had been whisked away into an open space under the starry night after the destruction of the Throne, watches Kim Dokja's memories and realizes that he had intended to die during that fateful subway ride. Not knowing yet that the truth is even more devastating.
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- Part 1 of Saying I love you as I die
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The Night of Chapter 3148 by Haerang (Tatrin) for NurikoEsuki
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
15 Feb 2026
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The night tls123 posted Chapter 3148, Kim Dokja couldn’t sleep. Restless, he decided to take a walk that September midnight, wondering if tonight will really be the end of Yoo Joonghyuk’s thirteen-year-long story.
That night, 1863rd Regression Han Sooyoung finished the small note that would become TWSA’s last chapter, and dragged her body to the place where Kim Dokja lived to finally meet him after thirteen years.
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I chose this cyclone with you by Haerang (Tatrin) for TheWaterGoddess
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
21 Jul 2025
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Selena Kim had said, "She wanted to come. If she knew you were coming, she would've come."
In this story, Anna did obtain information that Kim Dokja will be attending the constellation banquet, and decided that meeting him was worth the risk of encountering the regressor. This is a look at what might have occurred had Anna Croft confronted Yoo Joonghyuk earlier in canon, when the protagonist still believes that Kim Dokja is a prophet. Also, we have seen how the meeting between Anna Croft and the Demon King of Salvation goes in the Gourmet Association Episode, but how would it be if they meet again still as incarnations?
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like a virus and a lullaby by Tatrin
Fandoms: The Coffin of Andy and Leyley (Visual Novel)
01 Jul 2025
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I hate ash blondes, Andrew idly thought, keeping a steady grip on his cleaver so it won't actually make their hostage too terrified to lie.
(Andrew's POV when holding the blonde lady hostage with his cleaver - and killing her the moment Leyley left.)
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Saying I love you as I die by Haerang (Tatrin), Tatrin
Fandom 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
23 Feb 2026
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Where Kim Dokja relearns how to let himself feel.
However cruel this hidden scenario is, practically a live action of Memoirs of the Underground Killer's sequel, his companions seize the chance to teach him how to show his love without leaving them.
Inspired by Hidden Scenario: Dramatis Personae written by Anonymous (A and K), but motivated to realize this beautiful kimcom gif
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One-shots of my personal Genshin Impact plot twists which consists of my love for Aether, Lumine, Venti, Tartaglia and Xiao.
P.S. I tend to write Ruthless!Aether. When I got into Genshin one of the first things I did was reading Aether's voice lines and the first one I clicked was when Paimon remarked that the traveler just kills every hiluchurl they spot, so 'ruthlessness' was pretty much embedded in my characterization of the traveler from day 1. The way he joked with/at Paimon in many voice lines also gave me the impression that he's one sassy boi.
My twitter is @TatrinThe and my tumblr is tatrinwhitewolf
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There are a lot of strange traditions to be found on the Grand Line. Sometimes, the Straw Hats get caught up in them.
(Or: The Straw Hats get married to each other. Repeatedly.)
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“Hey, Luffy, what do you mean you got married? Why are you married? Why are you married to Zoro?”
“They offered us meat!”
The rest of them pause for a moment, allowing the silence to fill the ship, interrupted only by Sanji coughing out a lung while Chopper fusses over him.
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Usopp concludes. “But what about you, Zoro?”
Zoro drags himself into a sitting position and shrugs. “Luffy wanted it,” he says, as if that’s enough of an explanation. For Zoro, it probably is.
“Hey, hey, Luffy,” Usopp says. “Did you get a marriage certificate?”
Apparently, they did. And apparently, Luffy stuffed it down his pants for safekeeping, because Nami is particular about receipts and a marriage certificate is basically ‘a receipt, but for people, right?’.
Usopp frames it and hangs it up in the galley.
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“Meat!” is Luffy’s contribution to the debate.
“Yes, that is all very interesting,” Robin says, smiling. “But I’m referring to the entertainment. It appears local weddings must be accompanied by recitations of epic poetry and historical reenactment of important events. I would have loved to see it.”
Nami shrugs, absently eying up all the expensive jewelry decorating the party-goers. “Just get married to someone and you’ll get to see all of it from the best place in the crowd.”
There’s a long, silent pause around the crew as they eye each other.
“An excellent idea, Navigator-san!” Robin says. “Who would like to marry me?”
Sanji practically trips over himself as he lurches towards Robin, landing on one knee in front of her. He’s somehow procured a red rose, and is offering it grandly even as he clenches one of Robin’s palms in his hand. “Robin-chan! I would be honored if you would take me as your husband!”
“Robin?” Chopper says shyly, peering up at her from where he’s clutching at her leg. “Can I marry you? I’ve never been married to anybody.”
“I’ve never been married either, Robin-chwan!”
“Sure, Chopper.” Robin smiles gently, and completely ignores Sanji in favor of hefting Chopper up in her arms. “It will be fun.”
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“Let’s get back to Brook being a god.”
Robin nods regally. “They seem to think his existence can only be explained by divine intervention and consider him a sign from above. They are willing to offer what help and hospitality we require if only we can prove our connection to him.”
“Brook’s our nakama,” Luffy says. “What else is there?”
“Yohohoho, it warms my heart to hear you say that, Luffy-san. Though I don’t have a heart anymore.”
Luffy shrieks with laughter.
“Nevertheless,” Robin interrupts, “the natives here require more tangible proof than bonds of friendship. Blood relation is acceptable and so is marriage.”
There is a moment of silence. And then Zoro groans. “Who’s getting married this time?”
Luffy lifts his hand eagerly. “Oh, me, me! My last wedding was so long ago.”
Brook seems thrilled. “Luffy-san, I’m truly flattered by your enthusiasm. I will make sure our wedding is accompanied by the best possible music.”
“Count me in, too,” Nami adds. When she notices everyone’s incredulous stares, she shrugs. “What? Did you see the clothes they wear here? They’re so cute. They’ll have to give me some if I marry a god.”
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“– and there is a fifty percent discount for newlyweds in honor of Valentine’s Day,” the inn owner says, smiling. “I don’t suppose any one of you is going to take us up on it?”
The crew looks at each other.
“I call Robin!” Nami reacts first, grabbing Robin’s hand, her eyes lighting up at the thought of spending less money.
“Nami-swan, Robin-chwan, may I join you!?”
“I’m marrying Jinbe,” Luffy says, clambering over their helmsman to perch himself on his shoulder. “I haven’t married Jinbe yet.”
“Yohoho, Franky-san, would you be amenable to marrying me? We could make it a party.”
“Sure, bro,” Franky offers thumbs up. “It’ll be super!”
“Oi, Chopper,” Zoro says. “Come on, we’re going to the chapel.”
“Zoro! That’s the wrong way!”
“Oh. It moved.”
Usopp glances around, before grabbing Sanji and booking it. Sanji won’t get to marry Robin and Nami anyway. “Oi, Brook, Franky, wait for us! We’re joining you!”
Jinbe laughs, and follows the rest of them. It seems he’s getting married.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
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The alliance has never brought anything but good things. For Law, it's well worth a few minor indignities now and then.
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The two crews mingle. They gather on one another's respective ships, they trade greetings and back-slaps, they joke and laugh and argue. Law calls it “conferring over strategy”. Everyone else calls it “catching up”.
“What're you avoiding fights for, anyway? That sounds boring.”
“I'd rather be bored than dead.”
“Really? I'm not sure I would.”
The noise Law makes is most definitely not the beginnings of a laugh. “Thought you'd say that. But we've been gathering information. Rushing headlong into fights doesn't help much with that.”
“You mean like spying?” Luffy tilts his head curiously.
“Reconnaissance,” Law says.
“Bless you.” Luffy pauses, mouth twisting into an expression that's as close to “thoughtful” as Luffy can get.
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Law knows that Luffy gets angry – he's seen it before, many times. But he doubts that Luffy has it in him to devote years of his life to the destruction of a single person. He's the kind of man who sees an enemy and either sidesteps them or punches them until they stop being a problem. He doesn't plot, and he doesn't hunt, and he doesn't stalk his enemies like prey. Not like Law has.
The distinction is simple, really. Law could do that because Law could hate. Luffy gets angry, but he doesn't hate; sometimes Law thinks that maybe Luffy can't hate.
But if he did hate anyone, Law thinks that Blackbeard would be at the top of the list.
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“Dunno yet.” Luffy's narrow shoulders roll in a shrug. “Nobody on the crew wants it. Me, Robin, Chopper, and Brook are already Devil Fruit users. Nami likes swimming too much. Zoro wants to be the greatest swordsman without a Devil Fruit. Sanji thinks we have too many hammers already and he doesn't want to be one of them. Usopp doesn't think the power's cool enough. And I knew Franky wouldn't want it – he didn't even want the Mera-Mera fruit when I offered.” He leans back, propping himself up with one hand while he idly rolls the fruit around with the other. “Nami thinks she can probably sell it, but she says Paramecias don't sell as well. Which is stupid – we're both Paramecias and we're the strongest people I know.”
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“Damn it.” Luffy pulls a face and groans loudly. “This is one of those stupid things again.”
“I have no idea what you're talking about,” Law admits. “Are we still discussing the same thing?”
“It's a stupid thing, like the thing with Usopp.” Luffy actually pouts, and Law wonders if he should ask around about the thing with Usopp. “It's the thing where I really want to do something but I can't because of how it looks, and then I have to jump through a bunch of dumb hoops and waste time so I can do what I want while also making it look right.” He scowls. “When I'm Pirate King that'll be the first thing to go.”
In spite of himself, Law raises an eyebrow at him. “You realize the Pirate King has no actual authority over-”
Luffy glares at him, and it's slightly less intimidating than Bepo. “The Pirate King does what he wants, Traf.”
Again, the sound that Law makes is definitely not laughter, nor is it anything that remotely sounds like laughter. “I think I understand,” he says, still eyeing the fruit. “Regardless of whether or not you want it, the Devil Fruit is valuable spoils of war, and if you were to give it to me simply because I told you to, it would make you look weak.”
“And then Zoro will fuss,” Luffy moans.
“Zoro-ya... fusses.”
Luffy shoots him a helpless look. “Like an old lady.”
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Luffy gapes at him, then pulls up the hem of his shirt to reveal a square-shaped hole in his midriff. “Traf, you didn't.”
“I would have aimed for your heart, but I figured you would consider this more important,” Law says dryly, holding up Luffy's stomach.
“How badly do you want it back?” With his free hand, Law conjures a small Room around his face and resets the bones in his nose.
Luffy blinks up at him until he finishes reshaping his broken cartilage. “...Want a Devil Fruit for it?”
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Law sits in his room and stares down at the Devil Fruit in his hands. It's taken a while, but he's finally gotten them to stop shaking.
In all of thirteen years, not even on this mysterious, capricious ocean has he ever dared dream that he would find this. Not once has he ever considered – not once has it ever crossed his mind–
And in less than a day, Strawhat has simply swooped in, dropped this priceless thing in his lap, and gone on his merry way.
Will he ever stop performing miracles? Hopefully not.
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got this dream in my soul (No I Won't Let it Go) by Triscribe for Sroloc_Elbisivni
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
10 Feb 2026
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“It’s called amnesia,” Dragon tells him, voice deep and slow and calm, but Ace’s head is still spinning regardless. “Nothing we’ve ever tried has broken through the memory loss, but- there’s always a chance at recovery. Especially with exposure to familiar things from before the inciting incident.”
Sabo shifts, a subtle slide of his weight from one leg to the other. He’s anxious, uncertain, trying not to show it. Ready to bolt at the slightest surprise, whether that’s a thug jumping them in the trash heaps or a tiger leaping out of the trees.
“You don’t have to stay,” Ace tells him, dully, the words coming out in a fog. He doesn’t need to make Sabo wait with him. He doesn’t. He’s spent ten years missing his first brother, but Ace has made do, and he isn’t about to force someone to stick around if they don’t know him, don’t have any reason to care-
“I don’t have anywhere else I need to be right now.”
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There’s a dead boy next to Ace.
Except not, because the big guy who introduced himself as Dragon (Monkey D. Dragon, Luffy’s dad, and isn’t that a kick after Ace already thought he was similar to Gramps-) has just finished up a slow and careful explanation.
Sabo, twenty years old instead of ten, hair longer and face scarred, but still wearing his dumb fancy hat and napkin.
“You don’t have to stay,” Ace tells him, dully, the words coming out in a fog. He hasn’t got the energy to be angry right now, or upset, or- anything, honestly.
"Tell me about this Terminal place where we met - I bet we found all kinds of cool junk, huh?”
No one has said where the ship is going, and Ace hasn’t asked. Isn’t like it matters, other than ‘away from Impel Down’ and its six layers of hell.
Better to stay curled up on the infirmary cot with Luffy. To keep talking to Sabo, rambling through one dumb childhood story after another, starting with the early days and their pirate fund and moving on to the way all three of them nearly spat the stolen sake back out when they shared a drink to become brothers. “None of us did, though,” he tacks on at the end, smiling in spite of himself. One thumb runs back and forth at the edge of Luffy’s hairline, ruffling just a couple of strands of hair. “It tasted terrible, but the whole thing wouldn’t have counted if we didn’t swallow, so.”
Sabo makes a soft noise. His eyes are half closed, gaze distant. “Y’know, I’ve never cared for sake that I can remember.”
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Dragon comes and goes during the stories. Checking on them, Ace figures; also figures the guy is allowed, after carrying both him and Luffy all the way up from Level Six, not putting either of them down until they’d all gotten onto his waiting ship and into this infirmary. The man’s expression hardly changed the whole way, not until the very last moment, when he was bending over to ease Ace onto the bed, Luffy still clutched in his arms.
Luffy let out a weak sound at that point. Like he was hurting. And Dragon’s whole face spasmed, giving Ace a brief glimpse of pain as deep as any he’d ever seen. One large finger just barely ghosted over the curve of his brother’s cheek, and then Dragon stepped back, grim stoic expression back in place, keeping a close eye on the medic folks as they moved in.
Since then, the Revolutionary Leader has kept his distance, visiting at odd intervals but never coming within arm’s reach of the bed, dark eyes looking over Luffy, and Ace, and Sabo too. Like he’s- worried. About all of them. Kinda reminds Ace of how Dadan would sometimes hover when he or Lu got hurt worse than usual, honestly.
Other people come and go. Lots of folks were let out of Impel Down by the Revs, and most of them loaded up onto hijacked marine ships to escape the Calm Belt, but there are a few who apparently were helping Luffy get deeper into the prison and wound up chasing after Dragon. A clown guy who Ace thinks he vaguely recognizes (might have helped to get a better look, but all he did was poke his head in through the door and yell some stuff and leave again) along with a couple of dudes who first introduce themselves with numbers, then names, and then follow THAT up by saying Luffy was the one who got them arrested in the first place.
“I get it,” Ace interrupts when one of them, the shapeshifter who keeps striking poses, tries to explain that he’s gotten fully on board with being Luffy’s friend by now. “I tried to kill him a bunch of times when we first met as kids, but he just kept following me anyway until we became brothers.”
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When goddamn Red-Haired Shanks walks through the door, looking downright scary with the intense expression on his face. It eases the moment he spots Ace and Luffy, though.
“Hey, Buggy! I’m checking on our little brother!”
What.
What?
“What,” both Ace and Sabo ask in the same, dumbstruck tone.
Dragon sucks in a sharp breath. The clown, Buggy- no wait, Buggy the Clown, Ace DOES recognize him- he sputters, pulling up short. “You- what- no, that, that little Straw Hat twerp is NOT-! I refuse-!!”
“Not Luffy,” Shanks says. He straightens back up, and looks straight at Ace, who feels abruptly cold despite the warmth still in the man’s voice. “Roger’s son.”
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"I shouldn’t be surprised Anchor’s sleeping during all of this. Pipsqueak could snore straight through a round of Binks’s Sake when my crew was trying to shout down Party’s Bar.”
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“Sabo. Brother number three.”
THAT makes Shanks throw his head back and laugh. “Three of you! And not a single one in the marines, man, I bet that drives Garp up the wall!”
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gonna light that fire (gonna watch them fall) by Triscribe
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
31 Jan 2026
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Hands scoop him up. Sabo yelps, grabbing instinctively, only to stare as the person holding him by the armpits laughs again, that distinctive, wheezy, high-pitched delight that is undeniably: “Luffy?”
“Sabo!” His brother cheers. His- adult brother. Or at least a lot closer to adulthood than being seven years old. Same smile, same hair, same little scar curving under his left eye, and above it all is the straw hat Sabo could never forget, just for the sheer number of times he or Ace have needed to grab the stupid thing before it could be blown away on the wind.
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“He’s the doctor on my crew!” What? What-? “But I wasn’t with him when that weird lady showed up, I was with- oooh, hold on-” The world spins. Sabo finds himself tucked against Big Luffy’s chest, and- there’s a huge scar, two diagonal slashes across his chest, the skin gnarled and burned- “Dragon! Hey! Were you coming to help? It’s okay, I got here first!”
Shadows move. Someone much bigger than Luffy steps forward out of an alley, their whole body hidden by a dark cloak. “...you know me?”
“Mmhm!” Luffy nods several times, before looking back down at Sabo. “This is Dragon, he’s cool! He’s got an army that fights the government! My Sabo says he’s a really good boss, and- oh, yeah, he’s my dad, but also-” He rambles on a bit longer, but Sabo’s a little stuck on the dad remark, staring up at this guy. Despite the hood casting most of his face in shadow, he’s pretty sure ‘Dragon’ also looks stunned. “Anyway, you should go with him! Before that stupid World Noble blows you up! This way you won’t lose your memories of me and Ace, and you can still go be Chief of Staff!”
Me and Ace
“Wait-” Sabo squirms as he’s held out, he can’t just leave- Luffy’s stretchy hands let go, and bigger, rougher ones catch Sabo as he drops, a noise of surprise coming from Dragon- “Wait, Luffy- my Luffy, and Ace! They’re out there! In the fire!”
The grin on Big Luffy’s face vanishes. His head turns, towards the wall that surrounds Goa, and the intense glow reflected by the clouds overhead casts his eyes in darkness. “Not for long.”
He moves away a few steps. Pushes up the sleeve of the red shirt he’s wearing. Cocks his fist back to throw a punch, and then-
Then
It’s like the world shifts.
There’s a pressure, spreading outward, and Dragon grunts, folding his arms around Sabo. There’s a flicker, like an electric spark, a glow like the one of the nearby flames, except it’s coming from Luffy, fiercer and brighter until it bursts into light-
“Gum-Gum PISTOL!”
It’s his stupid move. The one he can never land against his chosen target, instead hitting random trees, or rocks, or his own face on the rebound. Except- that’s seven year old Luffy.
This version of him doesn’t miss.
This Luffy punches the Great Gates, right in the center of all that reinforced steel, and the Gates-
crumple
and in an instant
collapse
The massive impact as they hit the ground drives back the flames directly outside, unleashes a shockwave that would’ve knocked Sabo right off his feet if he wasn’t being sheltered by arms as big as Garp’s. Elsewhere in Edge Town, he can hear startled shouts, barking dogs, yowling cats.
Luffy’s extended fist comes back to him with a quiet, deafening snap of rubber.
And yet, when he looks over his shoulder, it’s the same wide grin and gleeful snicker. “Man, I wish I could have done that ages ago! Come on, let’s go find Ace and Little Me!” And with that he’s off, bounding away into the landscape of burning trash heaps, laughter echoing in a manner more alarming than not.
Sabo glances up at Dragon. He’s still a bit stunned, like Gramps just got him with a Fist of Love, staring after Big Luffy with wide eyes. “...are you really his dad?”
“He’s my son,” the man answers after a moment. “But I can’t claim to be his father when I’ve been gone his whole life.” Huh. That’s, honestly more nuanced than Sabo might have expected, from what he knows about Luffy and Garp. “I supposed we’d better follow him.”
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(Fuck, were they really that small?)
Ten years old, bruised, wary, one hand behind him to hold Luffy back. “Who are you?”
He smiles. “It’s me, stupid. I’m your brother.” Ace sucks in a sharp breath. Luffy peers around him, face scrunched. “I’m sorry it took me so long to remember, Ace. To come back. I’m sorry I didn’t get there in time.” A photo in the newspaper, a body on the ground, a hole where a living soul should have been. “I’m still your brother, I swear, I swear-” And now he’s crying, too, bent forward, gloved fingers digging into the ash-coated dirt.
“...Sabo?”
Smaller fingers grasp at his hands.
“You’re- you are Sabo. Right?”
It’s all he can do to nod.
And then there’s a small body burrowing in next to him, stick-thin arms stretching to wrap around his chest, hugging tight, while another shoves in front and center, pushing his shoulders to make him sit up, a scowling little face ducking under the brim of his hat to press their foreheads together. “You’re big,” Ace accuses, and this isn’t the usual formula of his nightmares, “I dunno what happened or why you’re big, but quit crying and help us get out of here, okay? We’ll- we can figure out the rest later.”
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“My new granddaughter!” Garp booms upon their arrival at Dawn Island, perhaps a week later, and if it weren’t for years of carefully practicing her stoic expressions, Robin's jaw would have dropped out of pure shock. “Gonna take her up the mountain this morning, but figured you wouldn’t mind sharing breakfast with us, Emi!”
“One does not simply share a meal with you, Garp,” the stern-faced woman in front of them states. “Besides which, it isn’t even six o’clock in the damn morning. I haven’t put the kettle on yet, let alone started making breakfast!” Her words only make the Vice Admiral laugh, though, and soon enough he and Robin are seated at the counter of a clean and rather pleasant looking bar.
Whumptober Day 3: Found Family - "I look in people's windows, transfixed by rose golden glows"
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- Part 3 of Tri Writes Whumptober 2025
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28 Jul 2026
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First and foremost, the handful of broken bones she’s attempting to ignore, which are constantly throbbing and impeding her movements. Second and less ignorable, Garp himself, and the- interest he has expressed.
She turns it over in her mind again, the way Garp first addressed her, after stumbling across Robin’s entirely inadequate hiding place on an island swarming with marines: not Devil Child, not monster, not even her full name - no, he simply said ‘ah, you’re the kid Kuzan mentioned’, before scooping Robin up and bounding towards the nearest oceanside cliff, and leaping to the ship anchored some distance away.
...it’s been a long time since anyone simply called her ‘kid’.
Robin continues to sit stiffly, biting her lip, watching the island that nearly spelled her doom become smaller and smaller on the horizon.
“My new granddaughter!” Garp booms upon their arrival at Dawn Island, perhaps a week later, and if it weren’t for years of carefully practicing her stoic expressions, Robin's jaw would have dropped out of pure shock.
Just about the time true daylight begins peeking through the windows, a girl with short green hair comes shuffling down the staircase behind the bar - a little older than Robin, perhaps, if not much taller, and carrying a squirming toddler on her hip. The small child spots Garp, and promptly begins squealing with excitement.
“Luffy!” He shouts back, reaching out a hand. Blearily squinting open one eye, the green-haired girl lifts and plops her charge into that extended palm without so much as breaking stride, clearly used to the Vice Admiral appearing first thing in the morning. Robin watches, bemused in spite of herself, as the girl shuffles onward down the short hallway to the kitchen, and then returns cradling a steaming mug in the crook of her elbow, hands occupied holding bowls of porridge sprinkled with brown sugar and blueberries.
The toddler pauses babbling nonsensical phrases at Garp in order to begin scarfing down said porridge, only switching from his bare fingers to a spoon when the girl puts one into his hands. Then she sits, directly across from Robin, to eat her own breakfast and take periodic sips of tea. Perhaps as much as ten minutes later, long after the toddler has moved on to stealing bits of food from Garp’s plates, dark eyes finally fully open, and the older teen seems to realize there is extra company.
“Oh!” She yelps, sitting up straighter.
“Hello,” Robin can’t help but say, smirking.
But to her surprise, the other girl doesn’t appear at all embarrassed by her lapse - rather, she beams, as if the appearance of a random stranger is cause for delight. “Hi! I’m Makino, nice to meet you!”
“...thank you? I am- Robin.”
“My new granddaughter,” Garp repeats from earlier, mouth full of sausage links. “You two are about the same age, you should be friends!” Baffling, which really should not surprise Robin after a week at sea with this man, but it only makes Makino smile all the wider.
The toddler’s name is Luffy, and he is apparently the third child Garp has brought to Dawn Island without warning over the years, with Robin as the fourth.
“I was first,” Makino freely admits, folding and stacking an assortment of outgrown blouses, skirts, and dresses for Robin to take ‘up the mountain’, to wherever Garp is planning on hiding her. “But so far you’re the only one who isn’t a baby, which is exciting! Would you rather have more patterns or solids?”
Luffy sits on the blanket beside Robin. He is enamored with grabbing at the wiggling fingers she’s produced out of the soft material with her Devil Fruit, giggling every time they tickle his little palms. Rather than act alarmed or afraid, Makino gasped with awe when Robin first demonstrated her power, and outright cooed over the makeshift toy for her charge.
She’s been alone far too long to entertain the idea of true friendship with anyone, certainly not a nearly-defenseless girl from a backwater island in the East Blue of all places, but... perhaps, just perhaps, Robin won’t mind staying here as her injuries heal.
*
“Garp has decided I am going to stay here.” The scowling, impossibly, grows even deeper. “By any chance, do you know good ways to sneak off without anyone seeing?”
That makes his expression falter somewhat. “Why?”
“Because the World Government is hunting for me, and I need to be able to escape quickly if they show up.” True. If not fully the truth - Robin would also like to be able to leave in a swift manner if these bandits prove too dangerous to utilize as hosts.
But her choice of fear to share bears fruit, as the little boy’s face turns to surprise, and then a sort of resignation with something brighter lurking just underneath. “You too?”
...maybe there’s more than one reason Garp chose this location as a hiding place for her.