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Ok guys…I have an AU for One Piece inspired by Percy Jackson (hear me ou)
Ace, Sabo, and Luffy as Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth
WAIT!!
We will change things around here. Of course they’re still brothers. Luke in PJO has implied romantic interest in both Thalia and Annabeth, and well…Ace isn’t like that!
But yes, the same story goes for the ASL brothers and Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth. There’s gonna be a LOT of Ace mischaracterization here because it’s an AU and well…he’s Luke Castellan here. Constructive criticism or welcoming comments are welcome!
Color Code: Green is something to take note of, Pink is the tragic and the drama, Red is the warning, Blue is the Adventure.
(Warning: Plot Holes)
The ASL brothers are led by their “Guardian” (Whether Dadan or Garp. Like Grover) to a safe haven “Mt. Colubo” (Replacement of Camp Half-Blood)
They were persued by creatures sent by Saint Jalmack (replacement for Hades, who sent the monsters) since he had crossed paths with his ship once. (Similar to Hades’ anger with Zeus for killing his beloved Maria d'Angelo)
Sabo makes a last stand to allow Ace and Luffy to reach the Mt. Colubo’s border, sacrificing himself.(similar to Thalia, who sacrificed herself to let Grover, Luke, and Annabeth in the camp) The world took pity on Sabo and turned him into a tree to play as Mt. Colubo’s boarder. (Similar to Thalia, who got turned into a tree by her father that took pity on her and became CHB’s boarder)
This is where the “betrayal” takes in… (Luke’s Betrayal)
Years Later in Mt. Colubo, once Ace turns 17, he’s now manipulated by the World Government to work for them (similar to how Luke was manipulated to work for Kronos). He betrays Luffy and leaves Mt. Colubo. (Similar to how Luke betrayed Percy and Annabeth in Lightning Thief). Ace decides to weaken Mt. Colubo’s defenses by poisoning Sabo’s tree, which stirs trouble for Luffy and Dadan. (Angst for both Ace and Luffy…)
Luffy goes to retrieve an item similar the “Golden Fleece” with his trio (any trio that isn’t ASL, whether it be monster, supernova, or romance dawn). The adventures go like how the “Sea of Monsters” book go. They compete for the item since Ace is also trying to get it for the World Government. In the end, Luffy takes the item and heals Sabo’s tree, strengthening the boarder….but
…Sabo gets revived!
Tiny🤏Luffy👒Deserved🫂all🌏the🤲Love❤️
No one wants Luffy 😭😭
No wonder he’s terrified of being alone
Hii! Can you please write something for Garp? I mean the young Garp, he has my heart.
finally! someone gets it!! dahaha young garp is just 😋🥵
Clash of Fists and Hearts
In their early days as Marines, Garp and Y/n are the chaotic, unstoppable duo no one dares challenge — sparring with fists, flirting with grins, and slowly realizing they’re doomed for each other.
Young Garp × GN!Reader
tags: fluff, sfw, flirty banter, chaotic duo, friends-to-lovers vibes, cheesy
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe
word count: 1k
masterlist | ko-fi
: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
The Marine base was buzzing with noise. Recruits barked drills across the training grounds, seagulls squawked overhead, and somewhere deep in the mess hall, someone dropped a tray with a resounding crash. But none of it compared to the chaos he brought with him.
"You call that a punch?!" Young Garp — brash, grinning, unstoppable — hollered across the field as he blocked a poor recruit’s trembling fist with one hand.
You sighed heavily from where you leaned against the base’s stone wall, arms crossed, watching him with a mixture of amusement and second-hand exhaustion.
"Maybe you should let the poor kid live, Garp," you called lazily. "You’re going to knock him into retirement before he even gets a pension."
Garp turned at your voice, that wild, boyish smile lighting up his face. "Hey! If he can’t survive me, how’s he gonna survive the Grand Line?"
The recruit looked like he might pass out at any second. You rolled your eyes and pushed off the wall, strolling over with a casual swagger that made Garp’s grin twitch wider.
"Maybe start with something a little less life-threatening," you teased, reaching out to ruffle the poor recruit’s hair. "Like paperwork."
Garp shuddered visibly. "Paperwork’s more dangerous than pirates."
You snorted. "Only because you can’t read half the time."
"Oi!" Garp barked a laugh and pointed at you, puffing up like a kid ready to wrestle. "Say that again, Y/n, and I’ll make you spar me instead!"
The challenge gleamed in his eyes. You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I’m not scared of you, Monkey D. Garp."
The recruits nearest you gasped like you’d just insulted the gods themselves. One even dropped his sword. Garp whistled low, striding forward until he was towering over you, arms crossed over his broad chest.
"You should be." His voice dropped into something almost playful, almost daring.
Your heart skipped before you could scold it. You stood your ground, tilting your head up stubbornly. "Last time we sparred, you ended up eating dirt, remember?"
Garp barked out a laugh that turned every head on the field. "Only 'cause you cheated!" he accused, grinning like a fool. "You kissed me on the cheek, you sly bastard!"
Heat crept into your face. "It was a distraction!"
"A damn good one," he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully, still grinning that reckless grin. "Might’ve fallen a little bit in love with you after that."
You choked. The recruits exploded in scandalized whispers.
Garp leaned closer until you could see the crinkle of mischief around his eyes. "What’s wrong, Y/n? You can punch a Sea King but you can’t take a little flirting?"
You resisted the very strong urge to punch him instead — or kiss him again, you weren’t sure which would be worse.
Later that afternoon, you found yourself trapped with Garp in the base's strategy room, surrounded by piles of boring reports. This time, you were the one who dragged him in.
"If you don't finish this," you warned, slapping a thick folder into his calloused hands, "the commander said he'll make you scrub the training grounds with a toothbrush."
Garp scowled like you'd sentenced him to death. "Y/n... you're cruel. Beautiful, but cruel."
You snorted and kicked your boots up onto the table. "Flattery won't save you."
"It might," he said hopefully. When you didn't respond, he sighed dramatically, sprawling out on the chair like a defeated dog.
You watched him struggle through the first report, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. There was something weirdly endearing about it — this rough, reckless man trying (and failing) to look serious.
Without thinking, you plucked a pen from his ear (how did it even stay there?) and clicked it against his forehead. He looked up, blinking.
"You’re hopeless," you said fondly.
"And you're stuck with me," he shot back with a grin. "Unless you plan to jump ship?"
You shrugged. "Maybe. I hear that some pirates are recruiting."
Garp gasped, scandalized. "You traitor! I'll have to arrest you myself."
He lunged dramatically across the table. You yelped, laughing, trying to dodge — but he caught your wrist in a gentle, warm grip. The room stilled for a beat, laughter fading into something quieter.
"You’re not really going anywhere, right?" Garp said, voice low and suddenly serious.
You stared at him — at the raw, open trust in those reckless eyes. A slow smile curled your lips.
"Not unless you come with me, Monkey."
He beamed so brightly you thought you might go blind.
A Few Weeks Later
Word got around the base like wildfire. Garp and Y/n were a nightmare duo. During drills, they were unbeatable. During downtime, they were unbearable.
Their teasing matches were the stuff of legend. So were the unspoken glances. The way they always ended up side-by-side without realizing. The way they laughed louder together than with anyone else.
One evening, after a brutal round of training, you collapsed next to him under the fading sun. Both of you were dusted with dirt and sweat, chests heaving from exhaustion.
"You’re not half bad," you teased breathlessly, elbowing him.
Garp grinned, flashing those wolfish teeth. "You too. For a weakling."
You nudged him harder. He shoved back playfully, sending you sprawling onto the grass with a yelp. You caught his wrist before he could retreat, dragging him down with you in a chaotic heap.
There was a moment — a heartbeat where the world faded — and it was just the two of you, tangled together, breathing each other’s air.
You could feel the rumble of Garp’s laugh against your shoulder. "Maybe we should just stay like this," he said lazily. "Nice and comfy."
You rolled your eyes, pretending your heart wasn’t hammering. "You're heavy."
"Muscle weighs more than fat, sweetheart."
You slapped his arm lightly. "Keep sweet-talking me like that, and I might just marry you," you joked without thinking.
Garp stilled for a second. Then — "Good," he said, voice low and warm. "You’re mine anyway."
Your cheeks burned hotter than a cannon blast. But you didn’t pull away. And neither did he.
Garp really saw a child who had nothing to do with him and was like aight I’ll straighten him out too
Garp and Luffy on a fishing. Part 2.
Later:
Part 1:
Garp and Luffy on a fishing. Part 1.
Part 2:
Dragon has been serious since childhoodI XD
I'm just imagining what Garp's interaction with his son might be like. Dragon is completely different from Luffy...
The power of afro!
I would like to know more about their youth🥺
Happy Birthday, Garp✊