(Note: This is a future snippet. I'm writing it because I can't think of a cooler way for him to interact with Westeros. Treat it as a portal fic—more options open up that way. I'll update this whenever I hit a writing block or need a change of pace. This Soleil is older and more powerful. He's also married to Viola. Yep, she's the main waifu of this fic lol.)
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The trajectory of the Great Blue World was forever changed when the Great Pirate "Grey Calamity" Soleil Strider single-handedly defeated "The Heavenly Yaksha," the Warlord of the Seas, Donquixote Doflamingo, and his entire crew—freeing the Kingdom of Dressrosa from his grasp.
Doflamingo was captured and handed over to the Marines. Sugar, the diabolical Toy-Toy Fruit user, was killed, along with the rest of his crew—except for the "Snow Calamity," Monet, and the Royal Head Maid, Larissa Strider, formerly known as Baby 5.
Despite a bounty of 3,989,777,000 Berries, no one in the World Government dared harass Dressrosa, even amidst the ongoing Three-Faction War—also called the War of Revolution.
This stemmed from the Calamity's public battle with the formerly unknown King of the World, Imu, in Mary Geoise. Reports claim he used his Time-Time Fruit to banish Imu to the end of the universe.
The Five Elders took full control of the World Government and froze his bounty, fearing his return and retaliation.
Two years have passed since the Straw Hat Pirates and Cross Guild returned from the final island with proof of the One Piece—prompting the World Government and Marines to retaliate, killing crew members Chopper and Franky. That act ignited the war, drawing in other crews: the newly reformed Beast Pirates, Big Mom Pirates, and Blackbeard Pirates.
The Revolutionary Army did not remain silent and joined the fray—
—Excerpt from Page 10, The Ebb and Flow of History by Prof. Nico Robin, Professor of History, University of Dressrosa, 1529.
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Minister of Health,
Trafalgar D. Water Law POV
"So let me get this straight, Sol," I said, staring at our dimension-hopping king. "You had nothing to do with why our kingdom is now bordering a new landmass—in what is most likely another universe?"
I wouldn't be surprised if he'd done it because he thought it was cool.
Our glorious king sheepishly turned his head and buried his face between the breasts of our queen, Viola Riku, who laughed at the absurdity of his childish antics.
"It's shiny, faults," came his muffled voice.
Viola playfully smacked his head, and he emerged, pretending to be indignant.
"Fine, it was me. Are you happy?" he said, trying to sound stern. Everyone on the council knew better—we'd been his friends for years.
"Yeah, I'm happy. Now explain what the hell you did that transported us to another world," said the Minister of War, Alber—formerly known as the King of the Beast Pirates.
King had been rescued by Soleil after the Beast Pirates' defeat. Sol attacked the transport fleet heading to Impel Down, killed Admiral Ryokugyu, and absorbed his Devil Fruit ability, becoming the second known dual-fruit user in history. He offered the Beasts asylum; only Alber and Black Maria accepted, cutting ties with Kaido out of gratitude.
After Alber joined, Soleil revealed the existence of magic in our world and—for reasons known only to him—publicly shared a technique to awaken one's innate magic. Chaos, predictably, followed.
Over the years, Alber earned the people's love defending Dressrosa from pirate raids and Marine invasions. As a reward, Soleil used soul magic from a plane called Tamriel to replace Alber's Devil Fruit with another: the Mythical Zoan, Human-Human Fruit, Model: Odin.
It boosted his strength beyond his prior limits, gifted him an all-seeing eye capable of copying magic and Devil Fruit aspects, heightened his perception, and allowed him to inscribe runes that imposed laws upon reality. Thankfully, he could only use two runes at a time—otherwise, the fruit would have been too broken. It was the first time in over four hundred years someone had eaten it.
"I was performing a ritual to link Dressrosa to my Reality Marble," Soleil explained, forming a glowing ankh symbol in his palm. "So I could teleport all of you with me whenever I jump to a new reality."
"Why? We were already content with you coming and going on your adventures. There was no need to—" I began, but he cut me off.
"Your planet is sinking into the ocean. Not now, maybe not for a hundred years—but it's done. I wanted us to escape that fate and start anew somewhere else. The ritual failed… yet succeeded. I didn't link you to my Reality Marble, but we did flee our original universe."
"Now we're in a more medieval one. I remember bits and pieces—never got into it much in my first life. Regardless, we're free. The crisis in our dimension ended years ago, thanks to Straw Hat and Dragon. There was nothing left to look forward to."
"So you were bored," Jewelry Bonney, one of the captains of the Dressrosa Navy, said with a deadpan stare.
Soleil wore a sheepish smile, shuffling nervously. "I just wanted you all to follow me on a new journey. Anyway, has anyone seen Tiamat and Draigg recently?"
"Those two were having their weird mating ritual in the Colosseum," I answered. The dragon lovers loved to fight just before they started fucking—shaking the earth for reasons only dragons understood. Their… enthusiasm had even influenced the younger dragons, who looked up to them for their strength.
"Anyway," Viola interjected smoothly, "how are we going to present ourselves to this world?"
"First, we confiscate all guns—for now. This world is bloody enough without firearms. I don't want the locals getting their hands on them. Then, we sail to…" Our king shifted into his serious persona, outlining plans and contingencies with sharp clarity.
Soleil might be unserious most of the time, but every one of us would trust him with our lives. He's never let us down before.
Dacey Mormont POV
Bear Island
297 AC
"They're finally moving," my mother, Maege Mormont, Lady of Bear Island, said, her fist tight around the pommel of Longclaw—our family's Valyrian steel sword. After Jorah's folly, Mother sent it to Uncle Jeor on the Wall to atone for our house's shame.
A moon ago, bright lights shone so fiercely at night they turned dusk to day. Then, a great wave washed over the coasts of Westeros. When it receded, there it was: an island half the size of the North, sitting three days' sail away.
The sheer strangeness of it spooked the Umbers and Glovers, who sent ravens to Winterfell. Lord Stark gave leave for the North to call its banners and prepare for possible invasion.
Lord Eddard Stark himself came to Bear Island with two thousand men, taking command to observe and prepare.
A day ago, through a far-eye, we spotted three ships leaving the new island. They were larger than any vessel in Westerosi history—and their speed was unnatural. In a single day, they had closed the distance. They sailed through the night, a feat no sane sailor would dare, without ever losing course.
"We should stand with Lord Stark," I said, hefting my steel mace. "They're almost here."
Mother and I moved to stand slightly behind Lord Stark, beside Howland Reed, Galbert Glover, and the Greatjon Umber.
By the time we arrived, the ships had already docked. Lord Stark kept his stone-like expression, watching everything.
A white flag was hoisted to the top of their sails, signalling either surrender or at least a peaceful intent. That lifted a weight off my shoulders—we might not have to give battle after all.
A man… with flowing white hair, skin like a Summer Islander, and a height more akin to the giants of legend stood on the hull of the lead ship. Wings burst from behind him—dark, feathered wings like a bird's—with a crown of hovering flame dancing between them.
Shouts of "Sorcery!" and "Witchcraft!" rang out immediately. Men-at-arms and even nobles like Lord Ludd Whitehill panicked at the sight.
The man leapt from the ship and flew toward us. In less than ten seconds, he descended slowly before our line, his feet touching the ground as lightly as a leaf. The other sailors began disembarking, but they were still miles off.
Some panicked men fired arrows at him the moment he landed. To everyone's shock, the shafts struck and bounced harmlessly away. He merely glanced at his shirt—a fine silk garment, as though checking for holes—and when he found none, he turned back to Lord Stark. His eyes held a weary patience, but our lord stayed silent, holding his gaze.
"Greetings," the winged man said, his voice carrying clearly over the murmuring crowd. "I am Alber Solaris, Minister of War for the Kingdom of Dressrosa. A magical ritual went awry and accidentally transported us from the seas of the New World to these shores. My king, Soleil Strider, has sent me with a few ships to make contact with our new neighbours and ensure no misunderstandings escalate to war."
As he spoke, his wings retracted into his back, and the flames behind him extinguished as though they had never been.
Lord Stark's face hardly changed, but I could see him cataloguing every word.
"Welcome to Westeros, Lord Solaris. This is the Kingdom of the North. May I ask… what are you?"
A faint, knowing smile touched Alber's lips. "Hmm, it makes sense that in these distant seas, hidden behind the Continent of Ice, you have not heard of my race. I am a Lunarian. We are a race blessed with powerful physiques, the ability to fly, and mastery over flame. Once, we ruled the Grand Line—until the descendants of the Celestial Dragons cast us down."
"We are not as numerous as we once were, but we are reclaiming our place. I command the military of Dressrosa, and I have been tasked with seeking allies among neighbouring nations."
"So why are you here now?" Lord Stark pressed, his grey eyes steady on the inhuman giant. "War or peace?"
"Peace… unless you do not want it. My king wishes to make contact, befriend you, and prevent misunderstandings before they begin. But if it is war you seek…" Alber's smile turned nostalgic, almost wistful. "We are more than ready to give it to you."
Lord Stark gestured for the men-at-arms to stand down, then motioned for the Lunarian to follow him back toward the castle.
As we fell into step behind them, a single thought echoed in my mind:
Things in Westeros are about to change. Again.