An event coming in February, 2023! We will be reblogging anything that celebrates a One Piece rarepair. Can be art, fics, playlist, moodboards, etc. Anything you can come up with!
Rules:
-Must be 18+ to participate, as we will be accepting NSFW entries (make sure to tag appropriately)
-Rarepair must have 100 or less fics on ao3 to be considered (use "otp: true" to check)
-OCs/xReader pairs are accepted but must follow the second rule
Info:
-During the current week we will only reblog prompts from that week (ie. during Week 2 only reblogging Soulmate AU/Dreaming/Marines)
-Except during Week 5, the prompt "free" is anything you can think of AND we will also reblog any late entries.
-Make sure to tag us (@oprarepairmonth) or use the hashtag (#oprarepair2023) so we can find it
-We will accept late entries until March 5th!
Let us know if you have any questions, and we hope you join us!
A fic for @oprarepairmonth's week four prompt: Confessions!
'Til all my sleeves are stained red (from all the truth that I've said)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Gol D. Roger/Silvers Rayleigh
Characters: Gol D. Roger, Silvers Rayleigh, Buggy, Red-Haired Shanks, Scopper Gaban, Spencer
Chapters: 6/6
Summary: 5 times Rayleigh discovers something his captain's hiding, and one time his captain confesses something to him
i just posted a submission for OP Rarepair Month 2023 to celebrate the occasion for us lonely folk. uh, i mean. for anyone. all of us. anyway, the pairing for this week is sorazon, the main ship from 01746. i was originally planning to do the valentine's day prompt and write a fluffy modern AU to give them the break they deserve, but then decided secrets was more compelling for the nature of their relationship. oh well. one day i'll stop subjecting them to canon horrors. not today.
title: secrets secrets (can be fun)
rating: T
content warnings: none!
relationship: donquixote "corazon" rosinante/original character
additional tags: secrets, secret relationship, marine rosinante, humor, one really dark joke, references to depression, romance, canon compliant, banter, boardroom meetings, hear me out tho it's interesting, established relationship
sample below :D
His eyes unfocused while Sengoku deeply analyzed the contents within a package of goods they managed to apprehend from some Donquixote Pirate underlings. A paper shuffled against the table. The sound had his wits snapping back to life, glancing down at the sheet jammed under his elbow.
One of her notebook pages. Mostly empty. These meetings weren’t always productive. There was a message there written in her jagged scrawl, ink a little dry. Still, it was clear enough to read.
“Wake up.”
When he glanced from the page to the commodore sitting beside him, she met his eye with a tough look, before facing ahead again. Away from him. A slow, collected breath expanded his ribs as he languidly slid the paper towards his own empty stack and scratched something down. Waited a spell, eyed around at the nearby upper-ranks who were somehow sucked into this droning speech. Then he slid the page her way.
Sora sat up very neatly. Very subtle. Wiggled her pen between her thumb and index finger as she skimmed his reply, soaked in that flawless handwriting.
“I’ve never been more awake all my life.”
Again, she cut him with a look. Couldn’t help himself from smirking, shrugging a shoulder as well. She took in a silent, dry inhale as she rolled her eyes and scratched something else down. Shoved it his way.
“Then pay attention.”
Inching his fingers across the page, Rosinante held onto her answer for a moment or so. He even tried to take her advice. Tried to hone in on the lecture while he was already an hour and a half behind. Hopeless. As he thought. Instead, heavy eyes ensured no one was paying attention when he passed another note her way.
“Do you know what the hell he’s talking about?”
He watched her profile attentively as she read the message. Watched her brow furrow as she comprehended it. Watched her lashes flutter. And then, she drew in her bottom lip between her teeth. Her left glove guarded her mouth as she slid the paper over slowly, facing ahead as a sly measure of security.
“No clue.”
The snort went virtually undetected by anyone else in the room, and he covered it promptly by clearing his throat. That death glare Sora shot his way certainly didn’t help matters. Desperately, he fought to control his laughter, focusing intensely on his reply.
“You’re going to get us yelled at.”
After reading that one, he got another death stare. This one contained a potent mix of hurt and betrayal. Didn’t even bother writing a note this time. She just ducked in closer to him and pointed at herself, crease between her brows as she mouthed out an accused, “Me?”
He raised a finger to his lips, then curled the fist over his mouth. Honed in on the admiral across the room. Despite the act, his attention was solely devoted to the irritated brunette, writing something presumably nasty on that piece of paper.
“You’re a dick ♡ ”
He accepted the note. Stared at it for a moment, before crafting his own response.
After nearly a minute, to ensure the coast was clear, Rosinante passed the page back. She was gifted with a crude doodle of her insult. An arrow was pointed at it as well, labeled, “Fig. 1: Commodore Sora.”
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thank you for hosting this, @oprarepairmonth!!
entry for week one can be found here :)
entry for week two can be found here :D
OP Rare Pair Month: Week 3: Marco/Law: Devil Fruit Shenanigans
Doflamingo and his cronies were sick fucks to render smiles devoid of meaning. Law imprinted Cora's on everything but it hurt no-one. His crew laughed when times were joyous, and cried for lost lives.
Chopper mixed an antidote to counter the artificial Fruit, a Fruit that didn't even let its victims express their sorrow. Drowning seemed a small hardship in comparison. Marco and Law helped administer the cure.
In a room full of laughter and wide grins, Marco's thinned lips and blazing eyes were a solace. As was the quick indent of his cheek when he turned Law's way, still in place when he bent down to talk to the giggling girl in front of him.
finally got week two's story for the OP Rarepair Month 2023 posted!! this one was a doozy. really hoping it came together nicely. i've never actually read a soulmate AU, so i thought it would be kind of fun to go in blind. a bit darker than my story for week one, so mind the tags.
title: a gift and a curse
rating: T
content warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings
relationship: donquixote doflamingo/violet
additional tags: soulmates, soulmate-identifying marks, enemies to lovers, but no romance yet, they still kind of hate each other, angst, attempted murder, donquixote doflamingo being an asshole, canon universe, pre-relationship, pre-dressrosa, scheming, suicidal thoughts, sexual tension, power imbalance, power dynamics
sample below! :D
Dressrosa was a country of life and sweet vibrancy. Fields of flowers and sugary, pastel walls. Blue skies stained the sea gold and scarlet before twilight shifted everything to a magnificent royal violet.
Scarlet. There were few things that left Viola burning like denial. She’d wake in the morning, sore from her performance the evening prior, dreaming of the cozy breakfasts she used to share with her sister after a vigorous night of dance. She made sure no one ever saw her weep. Weakness was not tolerated. The message was clear.
“You have nothing to be afraid of anymore, Violet.” Baby 5 tried to encourage her, “Now that you’re part of the Family, the Young Master will keep you safer than anything in the world.”
Maybe that was true for the loyal, upstanding, foolhardy or groomed members of the Family. She wondered if she looked like Corazón during dinners when she sat quietly with a cup of tea, observing, watching. Never speaking. She hoped her betrayal wouldn’t bring about her end, but Doflamingo wasn’t as powerful then as he was now. And she wasn’t nearly as important as his brother, anyway.
One foul move for her meant her head would roll, unlike his true officers, who he always extended forgiveness to. “Such is family.” He’d croon when mistakes were made, casting it aside with a warm grin to ensure his sincerity. Of all the things that burned more than denial, it was her hatred towards Doflamingo. Her desire to exact revenge, if not for her country, if not for her father, then for Scarlet. She’d gladly let him and his crew burn her alive if it meant that tyrant died at her hand. Such is family.
Scarlet skies and warm breezes. She’d paint with scarlet tonight, feel the warm breeze of his last breath.
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My contribution for the One Piece Rarepair Month, week 2, Soulmate AU. Thanks @oprarepairmonth for hosting this event!
Read on AO3
Main ship: Heat/Shachi/Wire
Side ships: Kid/Law, Killer/Penguin, and a touch of Kid/Killer.
Rating: Explicit (for the last chapter.)
Summary: Soulmate AU where everything you write or draw on your skin, also appears on your soulmate's skin.
Heat and Wire had been together since before the start of their journey as pirates. They were each other's soulmates, and they were very lucky to be able to sail together, especially since their captain made a threat concerning the soulmates of the rest of the crew. Still... something was missing, something they couldn't quite put their finger on. Until one day...
Marco slept far more easily and solidly than Law, and was fine snoozing with the side light on. Just as well, cos Law read late into the night. A heavy breath startled him from his book, and he glanced across. A crease dented the side of Marco's nose—his lips downturned, his eyes scrunched as if the light would pull him from slumber. Law slipped from bed to their small butsudan altar, and lit four candles and incense, wafting the scent Marco's way. A morning ritual, for sure, but the aroma of remembrance, or recognition, of those lost, smoothed his partners' brow against the darkened sky.
Law couldn't contain himself to one bed. Diversity was life. One always lay fallow though. That was good land management. He and Marco picked through packets of seeds at the nursery. Law donning glasses to peer at the small print, and Marco pushing his up his brow. One bed was reserved for the flower seeds Nico Robin sent him, although they also took up spaces between vegetables, fruit and herbs. Spider lilies pushed through the soil with the Autumn equinox, and spring encouraged the Casablanca. Every summer the yellow-centred, blue daisies spread and flowered throughout their garden, easy on the soul, heart and eye.
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@oprarepairmonth
established relationship, canon verse, canon divergent AU, post canon.
hey hey!! taking a crack at OP Rarepair Month 2023 for my first writing event!! starting off strong for week one with one of my favorites ships AND tropes.
title: how to bed your captain
rating: T
content warnings: none
relationship: bell-mère/donquixote "corazon" rosinante
additional tags: fluff, humor, pining, sharing a bed, canon universe, but in terms of canon compliant i'd say it's just slightly to the left, marine rosinante, marine bell-mère, light angst, because this is me we're talking about, romance
sample below!! :D
From what Rosinante observed in his many years with the navy, there were two kinds of people. Those who took charge, and those who followed. There was just some sort of natural aura a person had, some sort of drive to lead, or to obey. Try as he might, Rosinante usually fell towards the latter, despite all those inspiring speeches he had attempted to gulp down with questionable success.
There was nothing wrong with being a follower. A leader was nothing without people to support them, after all. Although sometimes, like right now, Rosinante wondered whether he should’ve taken some of those tiresome lectures closer to heart.
“So, so, lemme get this straight…” His captain leaned over the counter of this cozy, family-run inn, probably giving that poor old man the shock of his life from the way she was toying with the top button of her blouse. “You only have four rooms available. You can’t…bump that up to five, by any chance?”
“I-I’m so sorry, miss, but if you want us to board all eight officers, the most we can allow is two people per room. They’re not very large rooms either, usually we only offer one person to stay at a time…”
“Right, but we’re only staying one night. And we’re all coworkers. All, one big happy family.” She patted the chipped countertop, “You stand for family values here, right?”
“Captain.” Rosinante felt the urge to intervene quietly when the frightened older gentleman looked his way for a rescue. “Let’s just, cut our losses and look elsewhere.” He suggested mildly.
And then she straightened up. Faced him square on. Rosinante raised his chin because if he was going to go undercover in the upcoming years, he needed to learn to stand up for himself sometimes, or something along those lines. Maybe challenging his own captain wasn’t a great start at that philosophy.
“Well, what do you suggest, Lieutenant?” She flexed that title on him as his eyes wandered away with annoyance. “That big grand imaginary inn over the hill?”
“Weather’s not that bad.” He shrugged, still avoiding eye contact. “We could just camp outside for the night.”
“It’s almost freezing.”
“Yeah, exactly. Almost.” When he glanced down at her, Bell-mère looked less than impressed. “Could be worse.”
With a wiry sigh, the old man behind the counter rubbed at his balding head. “I suppose if your officers are okay with it, they could arrange themselves within three rooms and…you could stay in the fourth?”
Bell-mère had a beautiful grin. She used it well to convince the man this could’ve been one of the best ideas of his life. “That sounds like a perfect plan, sir. Thank you for being so accommodating.”
A nervous little chuckle, “Of, of course, Captain. Just be sure you get the room key for, whichever room you decide to borrow.”
“Sure thing.” Bell-mère cast him a half-assed salute before she departed towards the stairs. Rosinante belatedly trudged after her. “What’s the matter, bud?” The captain eyed over her shoulder, “Look, if you’d rather go out there and sleep in frozen dirt, be my guest.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” He disregarded, head down as she made her grand selection of which officers were getting the boot. “Just feel bad about giving that guy a hard time.”
“Please. I’m sure he’s dealt with shittier customers.”
“Well, that doesn’t really give us an excuse to be difficult.”
For the second time that night, Bell-mère fixed him with a tough stare. With the way that cigarette was perched between her teeth, and the stern glare in her eye, he often wondered what kinds of hell she saw before they were assigned to work together.
“Sometimes, life forces your hand. And you don’t have the luxury to be nice.”
“I get that.” He said lowly, both to preserve the privacy of this little talk, and to remain mindful of any nearby, sleeping clients. “But this…I dunno, didn’t seem like one of those moments to me. But maybe I’m wrong. What do I know, right?”
A tired sigh. She turned away, tugging on the root of her ponytail. “We’ll have this talk another day. I’ll toughen you up yet. Let’s just get some sleep, I’m fucking exhausted.”
“Yeah, agreed.” He nodded along as Bell-mère pushed forth, kicking out two of their once-comfortable officers into different rooms. She stepped into the bedroom afterwards, arms folded as she took in the sights of the place, while Rosinante had to bow his head to pass the threshold of the door.
“Guess he wasn’t kidding when he said the rooms were tight, huh?” She smothered her cigarette out on the corner of the dresser.
“Yeah…” The lieutenant noted quietly, staring at the scarce amenities available. A queen-sized bed. A wooden dresser. Burgundy curtains over the windows.
“Well.” Bell-mère shrugged and let her justice coat glide from her shoulders into her arms. “It’s better than camping out for the night, so, whatever. Let’s just be thankful for what we’ve got.”
“Right.” Who would’ve thought he’d be so spoiled to the barracks at HQ? “I’ll uh, I’ll sleep on the floor, I guess.”
Bell-mère crossed the room, draping her coat over the wardrobe as she kicked a boot up to the polished edge and began to untie her laces. “Yeah, no. I don’t feel like listening to you bitch about a sore back all day tomorrow.”
“I won’t complain.” He raised his hands in defeat, “You’re the captain, you get the bed.”
“I’m not letting my lieutenant sleep on the floor.” Bell-mère persisted. “We’re not animals, we can just share the bed.”
He should’ve expected such a casual suggestion from her. Still, it had him jamming his hands in his pockets awkwardly, craving a cigarette just so he’d have something to bite down on. This was every officer’s dream, really. Every officer who had the privilege of meeting Bell-mère, at least. The pretty spitfire who could drink half the navy under the table and take down half a pirate crew with a rifle alone. And, if he was being honest, he held onto some fluttery attraction for her too, although he kept it repressed deep, deep in the bowels of his mind.
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Hi, I understand everyone's very busy, but I was wondering when fics might be accepted into the collection on AO3? Rare pairs get so little attention, any extra exposure is good exposure!
Thank you for hosting the event.
Thanks for the reminder! It's been updated with everything so far and we'll work to try to check it more often. :')
We're excited to see the stuff already posted for it!
An event coming in February, 2023! We will be reblogging anything that celebrates a One Piece rarepair. Can be art, fics, playlist, moodboards, etc. Anything you can come up with!
Rules:
-Must be 18+ to participate, as we will be accepting NSFW entries (make sure to tag appropriately)
-Rarepair must have 100 or less fics on ao3 to be considered (use "otp: true" to check)
-OCs/xReader pairs are accepted but must follow the second rule
Info:
-During the current week we will only reblog prompts from that week (ie. during Week 2 only reblogging Soulmate AU/Dreaming/Marines)
-Except during Week 5, the prompt "free" is anything you can think of AND we will also reblog any late entries.
-Make sure to tag us (@oprarepairmonth) or use the hashtag (#oprarepair2023) so we can find it
-We will accept late entries until March 5th!
Let us know if you have any questions, and we hope you join us!
Hi! My OTP has a little bit more fics on AO3 than 100, but may I still draw by prompt list? Maybe not as a participant?
Yeah of course! The prompts are pretty vague so if anyone else wanted to use them for their own ideas/ships that's fine! We just wouldn't reblog it as we're trying to support the rarepairs in the fandom. <3 But anyone is welcome to use them if they want.
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