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In Richer Soil

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Usopp and Robin (with mentions of/cameos by others)

Rating: G

WC: 2836

Summary:  Post-Water 7/Enies Lobby | A garden grows on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, and Usopp and Robin contemplate what it means to be home.

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I actually posted thhis a few weeks back but didn’t get around to sharing on tumblr until now. Usopp and Robin nakamaship bc they’re underrated af and actually have a number of parallels.

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Sunlight

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Usopp, Luffy (mostly intended as platonic but go for it if you wanna read as shippy), Chopper, Brook, and the crew are kinda there too but to a lesser extent

Rating: T

WC: 3788

Summary:  During/post-Stampede. “Even without those huge plants, there’s not many people out there who could do what you did and still think they’re useless. It would be impressive, if it were a good thing.” . On a desolate and burning wasteland, Usopp fights to keep his captain alive. . After the events of Stampede, Luffy and Usopp talk.

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It’s been years since I wrote for One Piece (and over a year since I published fic in general), but we back baybay.

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The life in your years (one piece)

"It's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."

Characters: Mugiwara Pirates Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: None Rating: G Notes: i wrote when i was still a teenager, long before I even uploaded it to ao3, so it’s not a new piece at all. finally decided to post it here.

He's been around for ninety years, fifty of which could barely be considered living...

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Frobin Week Day Seven Theme: Mamhlapinataei  Word count: 1410 Notes: I’ve had this idea for a while, and have been wondering whether to use it for Frobin week or not. It fits the prompt pretty well though, so I decided to kind of half-do it for now. I will be reusing this idea in the future however as a longer, more in-depth and past-tense oneshot based after ‘After the Rain’ and before a sequel. Also, all of my works this week have been from either Robin or Franky’s perspective. You’ll find this one it a little different in that sense (:

 They’re up early. Sanji glances at the ship’s archaeologist and shipwright who’ve risen with the sun. He notes the way they greet each other in the cool morning air with both an enthusiastic exclamation and a quiet smile. Sanji finds himself smiling too. They seem happy. He stands from the place he’s been camped in for a few hours (he had the second watch tonight) and heads towards the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast. As he passes them, he displays his usual greeting and offers to bring Robin a coffee, which she gladly accepts. As Sanji heads into the galley and closes the door behind him, he’s sure he sees the two walking along the deck together to watch the sunrise.

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After breakfast, Chopper is cleaning out a cupboard in the infirmary. He discovers a storybook tucked away at the back. He is unsure of how exactly he obtained the book, only that it’s been there since before the incident two years ago. However, he knows how much Robin loves books and that she will appreciate him showing it to her. So he finds her out on the grass by the swing and hands her the book. Robin flicks through the first few pages, before offering to read him one of its many stories to which Chopper excitedly listens on. Halfway through, Franky comes over to listen. He sits in the grass beside Chopper and Chopper wriggles closer to the cyborg, who, in turn, pulls him into his lap. They both listen as Robin continues the story. When the story is nearly finished (just when the prince is about to kiss the princess), Robin glances up momentarily and looks at Franky. Chopper looks on. Franky is also looking at Robin. They are just staring at each other, their eyes locked in contact. Chopper doesn’t understand what’s going on. But after a moment, Robin continues her reading.

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“What were you saying, Nami?” she asks, “Just before.” Nami is momentarily side-tracked, before remembering what she was talking about. “Oh yes,” she says, “About the—” She doesn’t get very far. “Excuse me for a moment, Nami,” Robin interrupts again, her eyes back on the cyborg, who is now coming up towards them. Nami notes the mischievous smile they both sport. And then Robin is gone, quickly into the opposite direction. Nami can almost swear she heard her giggle, but chooses to dismiss it as a fragment of her imagination.

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Sanji has just come along with afternoon tea, and Luffy is enjoying the food. He heard from Nami earlier that Franky and Robin are playing some sort of game, but as he looks around now he sees nothing to suggest that. They’re not even near each other at the moment; Robin is up in the library whilst Franky is down in his workshop, no doubt working on something awesome. Luffy’s eyes light up just thinking about it. Just after lunch, he’d seen Franky showing Robin some sort of thing. Robin must have liked it, because instead of looking bored, she laughed. Even so, Luffy couldn’t understand what was so funny about it. It was awesome, sure, but laughter was a weird response. Having finished his afternoon tea, Luffy goes to bother Sanji for dinner.

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The call for dinner has been made, and Zoro stands from where he has spent the afternoon snoozing. He makes his way toward the galley, yawning as he does so. It’s been an uneventful day. Entering the galley, he sees that Luffy is there already, and hungrily drooling over the smell of the cooked meal. Franky and Robin arrive last and together. Zoro notices the pair are smiling as though they’ve recently been laughing at a joke. The meal proceeds relatively uneventfully, with Chopper excitedly babbling about some story Robin read for him earlier. As the little reindeer continues, Zoro notices Robin’s hand bump against Franky’s. Twice. Very subtly, the pair remove a hand each from the table. Zoro isn’t certain, but he’s pretty sure that if someone were to look under there now, they’d see the two were holding hands.

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After the table has been cleared, Usopp heads down to his factory to store his new harvest of Pop Greens. He passes Franky’s workshop and decides to double back. Sure enough, the shipwright is in there, working on something. Usopp enters the room and enquires about it. Franky invites him over and proceeds to explain. It is a mechanical garden-assistant. The little device will keep the garden at a fairly consistent temperature; very useful for a ship in the New World, where a ship can transfer through several seasons in only a week, causing a strain on any flowers or plants. Usopp is about to ask a few more questions, when there is a small knock at the door. Robin is there. Usopp notices the grin that spreads across Franky’s face upon seeing her. “Mind if we end this here, bro?” Franky asks him. Usopp glances to Franky, to Robin and back, noting the way the two look at each other. “N-not at all,” he responds. “Super,” Franky thanks him, and he and Robin leave the room together. Usopp wonders about them for a moment, before remembering he has a new harvest of Pop Greens to sort through.

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It appears to be a quiet night. Brook takes a seat on the upper deck with a cup of tea, ready to take tonight’s first watch. His mind is in the beginning stages of trailing off when he notices a pair of his Nakama appear on the lower deck. Strange, as it is becoming quite late. Nonetheless, Franky and Robin are unaffected. Brook watches them as they laugh together, their hands held as they discuss something Brook can’t quite hear. But he doesn’t need to. He knows what he sees, and he doesn’t even have eyes. He stands and picks up his violin, slowly easing into a smooth tune that blends into the night. It’s all about atmosphere, and Brook is willing to support it. Franky and Robin make no recognition of his presence, but seem to slowly move together with the rhythm. Though Brook may just be imagining it. He watches as Franky carefully lifts Robin into his arms, so that she is facing him and they are eye level. They are looking at each other, deep into one another’s eyes. They are close. Very close. Leaning inwards…Brook imagines they’d be able to feel one another’s breaths. He continues his slow, smooth tune, watching intently for what happens next. But as quickly as the pair’s encounter started, it stops. Brook finds himself holding a note, having expected more from the advancement between the pair. Robin has pulled back. Franky seems to understand. Gently, he sets her feet on the ground. She looks up at him, almost as though apologising, but he shakes his head. There is no need for that. Robin trembles slightly, leaning in and taking Franky in a simple embrace, burrowing into his chest which she barely comes up to. Franky returns the gesture, softly stroking at her long black hair. Too soon, perhaps. Not yet. There was a time when Brook may have experienced that same feeling when he was young. But that was a long time ago. He slowly eases out of the tune, having it fade in the night, and turns back to his seat to give the pair some time alone. At the very least, it’s a start.

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Frobin Week Day Four Theme: Unexpected Word count: 367 Notes: This one was extra fun to write :D I hope you enjoy it.

It was a complete mystery as to how they’d managed to become more lost than Zoro would in a logically-structured city. After an unanticipated turn of events, a quick detour had turned into an impressive and epic trek through the woodland. The three of them were not bothered by it, however. At least not yet.

“I’ve heard there are wolves as big as bears in these parts,” Robin voiced passively as though discussing her favourite type of flower arrangement.

“W-what? Really?!” Usopp exclaimed.

“It would be bad if they hunted us down and tore us to pieces.”

“Don’t say things like that!” the sniper shrieked, pulling his Black Kabuto closer and eyeing dark spaces within the forest in anticipation.

“I’m super sure we can deal with a few wolves, Robin,” Franky said.

“That may be so,” Robin agreed, “But did I mention they’re able to change in size in order to sneak up on their prey? They can revert to the size of a kitten and hide in shrubs, and quickly grow to their full size and jump out on unsuspecting victims.”

Usopp suddenly took the lead, wielding Kabuto with a menacing composure, as though attempting to frighten away any potential attackers.  “If you’re out there, come and get us!” he shouted into the wilderness, “No wait, don’t! No, do! I, the Great Captain Usopp will make you run with your tail between your legs! Ha!”

Robin chuckled quietly, having gotten the reaction she wanted.

“Are there really any wolves in this forest?” Franky quietly asked.

“Who knows,” Robin replied, watching as Usopp cautiously approached a suspiciously quavering shrub.

He poked at it with the end of Kabuto, prompting no wolf, but a collection of chipmunks to emerge. They attacked him anyway.

“But if he’s occupied with that, he might not notice this.”

Franky glanced down in surprise as her much smaller hand extended to his. Smiling, he released his smaller, mechanical hand from his massive palm, taking her offered hand and then enclosing his larger hand over the pair of them. The two fell into step together at a steady pace as they and the sniper—now covered in wildlife—continued their adventurous detour.

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Frobin Week Day Three Theme: Shame Word count: 442 Notes: This one isn't that shippy. Posted later this time, because last time I was an idiot who posted my piece at 12.10 in the morning Australian time, so it was before most people had even done their day one. I learn form my mistakes~

They had all the time in the world. At least, that’s what he’d thought before all this had happened. Now they didn’t even have a moment. Not for another two years.

Franky glanced at his reflection in a nearby mirror. Well, not so much a mirror as a reflective metallic surface, but it was the closest thing to such. He was still wearing the tiger rug from before. The whole ‘Sacred Burning Beast of Barujimoa’ hysteria had still yet to die down, though it meant that no marine personnel or townspeople were game to come to these parts to investigate. Kitton and the old man would come by sometimes, but they overreacted whenever Franky removed the rug. It couldn’t be helped, he decided. He was working on a more super body after all. He’d be able to take the rug off when they were around soon enough. Two years wouldn’t be too bad. Franky only wished he’d had more warning beforehand, however. One moment it was only going to be three days that the Straw Hats would be separated. Next thing, it was two years. It was needed, he supposed. He was due for an upgrade, after all.

He was about to get to work when he noticed a light snowfall outside. This wasn’t uncommon in the slightest; the stuff was everywhere, after all. But this time, he chose to go out and stand in it for a moment. To watch and feel as to floated gently to the ground, as though time around it grew slower. It was a shame it had to happen this way, but when he thought about it, it was better than any alternative. And two years would fly by even faster than a group of marines running from a blazing tiger-beast.

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Far away, in a different snowy landscape, Robin sat in the revolutionaries’ carriage as they took her to wherever it was she was wanted. Two years…her thoughts glazed over the recent newspaper article. It was a pity things had worked out in such a way, that her and her Nakama would be separated for two whole years. But perhaps this was for the best. If anything, Sabaody had taught them that they needed to grow stronger should they advance any further. And that’s exactly what they would do. When the time came, they’d pick up the pieces and continue from where they’d left off. All they needed was time. Robin reached a hand out of the carriage, catching a stray snowflake as it fell.  It was only two years. Not twenty. And then they would have all the time in the world.

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Frobin Week Day Two Theme: I'm here Word count: 863 Notes: This feels as though it should be part of something bigger, but I dunno it just came for me. I hope I got them both in-character enough…I think I did, given the situation. The situation itself is fairly ambiguous, so I’ll leave it up to your imagination for what happened here. Even so, let me know if it sucks.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d run this fast. Maybe she never had. She’d done a lot of running over the years. But this time was different. This time was very different.  In the past, she’d been running for herself. Running for the sake of her own life, which was so often sought after. This time she was running, but for a far different reason. A reason that pushed at her calf muscles with much more intensity than any chase could. And still, Robin pushed herself to run faster. This wasn’t like the other times. This time she was running for someone.

It must have looked bad. She couldn’t begin to imagine what Franky would be feeling right now. She could feel the tears pricking at her eyes, but they only made her run faster again. This couldn’t be happening. Their stop at this island was meant to be a relaxing break from their crazy misadventures. But it was not to be. Not long after arriving, the crew had become swept up in the island’s troubles as they so often did. So much had happened in their short time there, Robin could barely make sense of it. All she knew was that she needed to find Franky, and sooner than later.

She was out of the town now, racing over the frost-covered ground of the forest. Fighting for the sake of others was something she never could have considered a few years ago, and right now that’s what she’s doing. Fighting the dire possibilities. Fighting time. Fighting the illusion.

A lone shack sat at the end of the forest path. That had to be it.

Robin almost tore down the door as she burst into the room. Her hands were shaking, and she could feel her entire body trembling, not just from exertion or the cold. Her gaze immediately landed on a large form hunkered down in the middle of the room.

He was there. She wasn’t too late. That was a start.

Nonetheless, her breath hitched as she stepped further into the room and he looked up. He stared at her—or rather through her—with a look Robin had never seen him use before. And how she hoped she’d never see it again. It was so blank, so lifeless…as though he were on the verge of giving up. It wasn’t Franky.

“Are you an illusion?” he asked.

Robin felt her heart breaking, but knew she needed to stay strong. “No,” she responded firmly yet gently, “But what you saw earlier was.”

Franky looked past her, the same empty expression present on his face. As though he was looking on at nothing but a fragment of his own imagination. Nothing but an illusion.

His lack of response was too much for Robin. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. Seeing as he was sitting, it was quite an easy feat. “Does this feel like an illusion?” she whispered, ignoring the fact her tears were now spilling out and soaking through the cyborg’s shirt.

Franky was still in there somewhere, She knew it. And she knew she could break through to that spot, and set him free of this grief-stricken stupor.

“It’s okay,” she assured him, “We’re all okay.”

A few moments passed and Robin felt nothing but the heaving of her own shoulders as she tried to hold together the broken pieces of the man before her, the man she’d always known to be so strong, so cheerful. Franky had been strong for her so many times in the past. It was now her turn to be strong for him. She’d nearly lost track of the time that had passed, when a large hand encircled her waist. “R-robin?” Franky’s voice sounded. “You’re alive?”

Robin felt the warmth of relief flood over her immediately, and looked up, not letting him out of her embrace. Yes. This was the Franky she knew. Although his eyes reflected a strange confusion. “Yes,” she nodded.

Although freed from the illusion, Franky undoubtedly still had the terrible memories of what he thought he’d seen only a short time earlier. Robin could feel his large body trembling in her grip, and leant in once again, holding onto him tight as she explained.

“That whole thing was staged,” she said, “None of us were there. It was fake. He’s an illusionist. He set it up to get to you…because…because…” she took a moment to recompose herself, “Because he knew that if he made one of us think the others were killed, we’d be vulnerable.”

“So you didn’t…no one’s…”

“We’re all okay…” she repeated, holding him all the tighter, “Nami and Usopp are at the port. They’ve reclaimed the Sunny. Chopper and Brook are in the town, and they’ve helped quench that fire. Luffy is at the Bell Tower, ‘kicking that bastard’s ass’ while Zoro and Sanji hold of his minions…”

Franky’s other hand looped around her body as he hung on in a pained relief. “I’m not crying at all…” he sobbed.

Robin felt a small, elated smile as she blinked back her own tears. Her cyborg was back. It would all be okay. “…And I’m here.”

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Frobin Week

Day One Theme:Smile Word Count:376 Notes: Lets start with something lighthearted ~ This was written during a Psychology lecture. Hope you enjoy it :)

A smile is contagious.

Franky has always known this. He’s not even sure when or how he learned it. It could be something he discovered from experience early in life. Or it could be one of the many things he learned from Tom. Maybe it’s just something that’s always been ingrained deeply within his soul, or perhaps a combination of the three. Whichever the case, one thing is for certain; he loves making people happy. So it pleases him greatly that wherever he goes, there will always be someone he can make smile. He can switch from serious to silly in an instant to ensure the happiness of those around him, be it giant children or his own crazy crewmates. He will always find a way to make them smile and laugh, and that, in turn, makes him happy.

However, some people don’t show their smiles so easily. Yet despite this, Franky has found that it’s often the smaller things that bring them out. That is why early one morning, a few hours before sunrise, he takes an opportunity.

“Franky…I didn’t know you were up,” Robin says from where she is sitting, keeping watch in the crow’s nest.

Franky puts down the basket he’s carried up with him, and pulls out a rug which he proceeds to lay out on the ground. He then pulls out a hot jug and two cups, filling them with coffee.

“I thought you could do with some super company,” he says as she takes a seat beside him, “Some coffee as well, of course,” he adds.

Robin accepts the mug of coffee she’s been given. She takes one sip, and then another.

“How is it?” Franky asks, pouring his own mug. Usually he’d prefer cola, but he can make an exception this morning.

When he usually asks her questions like this, it’s regarding his wild and outlandish inventions in effort to impress her. On those occasions, she betrays limited interest, no matter how big or super the spectacle may be.

However, this time Robin lets slip a true smile, and Franky’s human heart skips a beat at the sight.

“It’s pretty super,” she responds, and proceeds to laugh at his responding grin.

It’s true. Smiles are contagious.