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nrhshm · 1 year

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That Zoro with Pregnant!S/O is amazing 💕 Hey!!!!! May I request the afterwards of it? I mean like his child is already 6-10 years old & asks Zoro how to fight with a sword. 🥺 Because the child wants to be as strong as their parents 😭❤️ THANKS!!!

.Child is gn! (take (C/N) as "child's name")

. Sfw

. Spoiler free

Zoro teaching his kid swordfighting:

You watch fondly as your 6 year old child peaks at his father, who's been busy practicing his newest attacks and lifting large weights. Mouth wide agap and literal stars forming in his eyes, he tries to conceal his tiny body behind the sunny's mast. But his father's sharpened senses catch on immediately.

Not noticing Zoro's slipping smirk, the young Roronoa races to the other side of the deck, excitement pumping through their veins. They pull out their secret weapon hidden under the cupboards, a rough bamboo shoot found and picked up from a recent island.

Now, eyes furrowed in concentration, trying best to recall the exact movements their father has been demonstrating, the exact pose, the exact moment to strike, c/n aims their sword directly at the fraile hanging target, then landing a full-powered blow.

A sheathed sword intecepts the attack, a dark figure looming over their puny one. C/n looks up catching their father's gigantic stature, his usual frown as prominent as ever.

"Your handling is wrong." Zoro casts the bamboo sword aside, pulling his own katana from it's sheath.

"Right hand up front, left hand at the tail-end." Gripping the sword's handle with a grip of steel, he tears down the same target in up-most ease.

The latter, witnessing the said demonstration, didn't even realise how wide their mouth was open. Their father was even COOLER up close!! Adrenaline was coursing like crazy, he wants to- no, he HAS to learn those techniques as soon as the next second passes.

"Papa! Teach me sword fighting!!" The kid was practically jumping around in excitement, and Zoro found that somewhat amusing. Thinking back, he was seriously considering force-training the child into swordfighting before they were even born. So, the relief he was feeling right now is immeasurable.

Of course, he wanted to scold them for not using the proper formalities of swordsman apprenticeship.

Nahh, he'll scold him later. Right now there's a bigger fish to fry.

"Sword fighting is not a children's playground. The moment you grasp a sword of your own is the moment you decide to carry the weight of your ambition on your shoulder, and there is no. Turning. Back."

Zoro's scowl immediately vanishes once his kid nodded their head vigorously. Who is he kidding?? His kid doesn't even know the meaning of ambition yet! Obviously he didn't grasp a single word he said.

The swordsman huffs with a sarcasting grin. This is gonna be one hell of a journey.

Evening rolls by, and you join your family with two bowls of steaming chicken soup. Your sight lands upon a flash of green figures moving, hearing the sound of sticks clashing, and the voices of the two doofuses you have to chaperone daily.

As soon as they see you, the young Roronoa drops their weapon and points out.

"Don't eat without me!!" he calls rushing to the bathroom in the blink of an eye. Knowing by now the full protocol of "washing your hands before dinner".

"(C/N)'s really grown up." You murmur to Zoro, whose impeccable proud grin couldn't be any wider.

"They have a lot ahead of them." Your husband answers in response, his eyes never leaving his kid's figure talking to Luffy.

"Look Uncle Luffy!!! I can sword fight!" Swinging his tiny bamboo sword with his little body can afford, whilst Luffy reciprocating the same goofy energy as he always does.

Another laugh escapes Zoro, fondness and amusement never leaving his eyes. He vows to bestow all his fighting knowledge onto the cherub, he wants the best of the best for them after all.

His hand subconsciously clasps the mighty Wado Ichimoji. With thoughts drifting far ahead he thinks that one day... he'll have to hand it over, entrust it to the future generation. Possibly- no, Most definitely, the future swordsman leader.

Right now? He's only yet to dream and percieve, from this moment on he'll put all his time and effort into monitoring his son's training.

"Mama! I promise that I'll protect you and dad, when I grow up!!" He punches the air in determination.

"Oi! I don't need protection." Zoro protests. You eye your husband in mild annoyance. Come on, let them have their moment!

You let out a big sighing smile, rubbing your child's green hair.

"I can't wait."

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nrhshm · 2 years

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Quick heads-up:

I'll be taking a short break from tumblr thus I won't be as active as before.

Requests are still open and pending, I will complete them once I return.

Have a good day 👌

#I'll be back soon #writer's break #wip #headcannons #scenarios #imagines #one piece #one piece writing

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nrhshm · 2 years

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Can I please have some fluff with gn/male reader with Marco (OP) please? Just like he's up at night and they bring him a tea and keep him company or something.

Thank you so much <3<3

hi! omg thanks for requesting marco, i love, love him so much 😊 also thanks for being patient (i'm so slow with writing these days 😭)

933 words, gn / m reader, sfw, 18+, mdni, teeny tiny bit of angst, fluff mostly! (i promise), feat. marco being a night owl & reader being a little worried abt him. also marco def knows he's charming >.>

“our eyes are full of terrible confessions” — anne sexton

dreamless nights bloom into restless mornings, that, when watered carefully over the hours of the day, drown you back into the impossible sea of night — where all you can do is agonize over questions that don’t necessarily require answers. you covet the information all the same. a bubbling need to consume, that rattles bones with every step you take, a hollow feeling that leaves you raw and yearning; always for something more. the vestige of denial, of the things you truly want, meticulously folded until its barely noticeable; a haunted soul requiring a skilled set of hands to expunge the darkness completely.

it’s what prompts you to stay awake for as long as you can, in the hopes of finding a sliver of warmth — one that you can carry with you daily, to chase your demons at night. in your delirium, you leave the comfort of your room, softly walking through the long corridors before reaching the kitchen. you take your time boiling water in a kettle, decide on which tea leaves to use, and carry a small tray with two cups of tea — the steam wafting around the rim of the cups.

despite what most might thing, marco prefers the solitude of the night versus the day; there are so many people aboard the ship, that it’s hard to find a moment of peace, where he can have time for himself and his work. his room functions as an office, bookshelves packed with thick books — medical texts both old and new, encyclopedias and the like, journals he’s collected over the years — on his desk is an untouched plate of food, several balled up pieces of paper, a small stack of books that he’s thumbed through over the course of the night, and an inkwell that’s run out of ink.

he twirls his quill absently, leaning back against the wooden chair with his eyes closed. for some reason, his mind continues to run — on and on, thoughts battering the inside of his head without remorse, leaving him with headaches that make it nearly impossible to socialize during the day. the rare moments where he does feel at ease, are when you come by to visit him.

a soft glow of light spills out from his room, beckoning you closer — his door is ajar, as usual, almost as if he can’t be bothered to close it all the way late at night, or because he knows someone might need him.

that maybe you might need him.

he barely stirs when you step inside completely, using the back of your foot to close the door behind you; it’s a practiced move, as you often find yourself wandering the corridors aimlessly, only to find yourself in front of his door at the end of your journey, knocking softly and seeking out his company.

because you’ve noticed that he’s been sleeping a little less these days, you figure that tea might help soothe and lull him to sleep.

“you don’t have to do that, y’know,” he says idly, head turning in your direction as he watches you balance the tray in your hands.

“you’re not sleeping,” you say quietly and place the tray on his desk, “a cup of tea won’t kill you.” his subsequent laughter — at your candid words, your stern expression — brings a faint flush to your cheeks, making it difficult to keep focused. “don’t laugh at me,” you tug on his cheek lightly, which earns you a soft chuckle instead. what he really wants to tell you, is that he thinks your concern is cute — and is appreciative of your efforts to help him out. he decides to save that for another night.

“thank you for the tea,” you let go of his cheek, a warmth fluttering around your chest as he leans over to grab the cup; you don’t move away, though, and instead watch him sip the tea carefully. his brow quirks upward when he catches you staring, so you grab your own cup and sip quietly. drumming your fingers along the desk as you glance around the room — his bed remains untouched, meaning he has no intention of sleeping tonight; you frown at that and your lips part as you toy with the right words to say.

marco doesn’t give you the opportunity; he wraps his fingers around your wrist and his thumb slowly rubs against the inside, whatever you want to say gets lost and your mind clouds with ridiculous thoughts. a smile tugs on your lips even though you try to hide it as you drink the rest of your tea. eventually you grab the other chair in the room and sit next to him, softly chatting away, a calmness blanketing over your shoulders, making you feel light and at ease. marco abandons his work to sit with you instead, enjoying the way you animatedly talk with your hands and the way your voice helps to settle his thoughts, slowing them down completely.

despite his initial skepticism, the tea does make him feel a little sleepy, and he struggles to fight the sudden wave of sleepiness, so that he can hold on to that tranquility. he tells himself that it’s simply because it would be rude to doze off while you speak, but both of you know better than that. still, you admire his determination to stay awake where eventually he succumbs and uses his arms as a makeshift pillow to lay his head on the desk comfortably.

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nrhshm · 2 years

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Hello, I recently restarted a new scenario blog and wanted to see if you could give me a shout out? It's https://pirates-kaijus-and-demons-oh-my.tumblr.com/

Thanks so much 💖💖 I also write for Kaiju no 8 and Mairimashita Iruma kun

I just checked out some of ur scenarios. And that's some good writing skills u got there!

Hear that people?? Support ma dude anon here for me.

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nrhshm · 2 years

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ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ

when they remember something you said a long time ago when they squeeze your hand knowing what you will say when they bring a gift for no reason when they pull you close when they know that you're just joking, you do want to do it when they grab your hand and run when they share a blanket when they share a hoodie when they lend you their favourite book when they ramble about the things they love when they prepared everything when they just want to sit in silence when they see you for the first time after a while when they keep telling you they love you, just so you know when they know how to cheer you up when they play your favourite songs when they sit and stay when they spend time with you when they don't like it, but they'll do it for you when they curl into your arms when they care for you when you're sick when they look at you like you're the only ones in the world when they remember something you've nearly forgotten when they know what song's stuck in your head

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nrhshm · 2 years

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ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ (ᴍʏᴇʀꜱ-ʙʀɪɢɢꜱ)

tag yourself!

➼ recap: the Myers-briggs test is a personality test that helps you understand your personality. at the end of the test, you earn a four-letter acronym that helps you understand how you think and see [Extraversion / Introversion; Sensing / Intuition; Thinking / Feeling; Judging / Perceiving]. (see more)

➼ matching and understand these to your characters can help you understand what they would do in certain situations, and develop their personality via a vast trove of information online.

FAVORITE WORLD: Do you prefer to focus on the outer world or on your own inner world? This is called Extraversion (E) or Introversion (I).

INFORMATION: Do you prefer to focus on the basic information you take in or do you prefer to interpret and add meaning? This is called Sensing (S) or Intuition (N).

DECISIONS: When making decisions, do you prefer to first look at logic and consistency or first look at the people and special circumstances? This is called Thinking (T) or Feeling (F).

STRUCTURE: In dealing with the outside world, do you prefer to get things decided or do you prefer to stay open to new information and options? This is called Judging (J) or Perceiving (P).

ISTJ ➼ most reliable; organized, compulsive, trustworthy, follows rules and regulations, practical

ISFJ ➼ most loyal; easy to collaborate with, works behind the scenes, sacrifices readily, accountable

ISFP ➼ most artistic; warm, sensitive, unassuming, team player, in touch with self and nature

ISTP ➼ most pragmatic; observant, often seen as cold and aloof, practical, unpretentious, ready for anything

INTJ ➼ most independent; theoretical, skeptical, needs to be competent, sees world as chessboard, see things "my way"

INFP ➼ most idealistic; has strong personal values, seeks inner order and peace, creative, non directive, reserved with people

INTP ➼ most conceptual; challenges others to think, high need for competency, socially cautious, independent

INFJ ➼ most imaginative; thoughtful, intuitive, able to see the potential in people, strong sense of justice, private

ENFP ➼ most optimistic; people-oriented, creative, seeks harmony with others, life of the party, better at starting than finishing

ENTP ➼ most inventive; given to brinksmanship, tests limits, enthusiastic, innovative, enjoys arguing both sides, likes challenges

ENFJ ➼ most persuasive; charismatic, idealistic, ignores unpleasantness, sees the potential in others, compassionate

ENTJ ➼ most commanding; visionary, gregarious, argumentative, planner, leader, impatient with incompetence

ESFJ ➼ most harmonious; gracious, thoughtful, lives to please, has strong interpersonal skills, accomplished host/hostess

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nrhshm · 2 years

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i just really enjoy drawing them

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nrhshm · 2 years

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Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.”

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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nrhshm · 2 years

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As a marineford denier, this is the best alternative twist I've read so far. Can't wait for part 2!!💥💥

covert identity part IV

9,100 words | she/her reader

summary: who knew surviving the battle would be the hard part?

masterlist | covert identity chapter list

previous chapter | next chapter

Certain moments replay in a person’s mind when faced with death.

They’re not necessarily the most important, they’re definitely not always the happiest, they’re just what the brain picks out.

Portgas D. Ace’s go a little like this.

It starts with Gray Terminal, seeing the dump that for the first time in the young boy’s life he thought he found something that reflected his own worth.

Then it’s him and Sabo, cackling as they dump buckets of seawater on Luffy for eating the rest of the crocodile meat who’s collapsed with whines for his brothers to stop teasing him.

He remembers the taste of the Mera Mera no Mei and how it burned going down, the worst thing he ever ate. But he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t remind him of the rush of freedom he felt when leaving Dawn Island for the first time.

Then it’s you. Laying crumpled in that alleyway before he abandoned you and had to pretend like your desperate sobs meant nothing.

His life was a constant cycle of betrayal and reminders of the evilness in his blood. That is until Pops offered him something he had for so long pretended he didn’t need.

It wasn’t the best life, not by a long shot.

But if dying here means he could give Luffy a little more time on this shitty earth, then it’s a no brainer.

The last thing that crosses his brain is the day you and he were on that island looking for maps of Shikoku. You seemed so happy in that little boutique, letting him put hat after hat on your head and indulging in his childness.

Ace hopes you’ll be able to smile like that again.

He feels his stomach drop and the earth give away. This is it, he thinks, this is death.

It’s definitely not what he pictured.

“What the fuck, Trafalgar?”

“Captain!”

“Fucking do something!”

“He’s overexerted himself!”

Ace watches from his hands and knees as the blonde man swears before looking down at him.

The dizziness in his head is overwhelming, but there’s something in his bones telling him he should know who this man is.

“Hold on to this.” A hat is tossed on the ground before the man dives into the water.

Ace can see the fight is still raging on, but from a new angle. Is this where the dead goes? They watch the living from the outside looking in?

“Captain! Wake up!”

Ace glances back at those on the ship with him. There’s a heavily tatted man collapsed with several in matching suits fawning over him, and a polar bear?

He’s never been more confused in his entire life.

Sabo, on the other hand, has never been more furious in his entire life.

The plan was straightforward. A simple switch and run. But of course, the pirate couldn’t pull it off. Sabo wishes he had planned for that instead of wasting the crucial moments waiting dumbly to be transported.

Because by the time Sabo realized he was still standing atop the submarine he could see in the distance you had already taken quite the blow.

But luck is on his side because it seems you switching places with Ace has sent everyone into a tailspin.

“Where is he?!” A ferocious voice roars, and blistering heat blows over the battlefield with Akainu’s rage.

It almost sends Sabo back into the water, but he grits his teeth and pulls himself up onto the ice.

The chaos of Ace’s disappearance has taken the attention from you and Luffy as eyes roam the battlefield for the missing pirate.

Sabo sprints as fast as he can, trying his best to keep his anger under control as he sees more details of your condition.

Wavering on your knees with a back lit aflame and blood pouring from your wound.

There’s nothing Sabo wants more than to take on the person who did this to you, but he knows this isn’t the time or place.

“(Y/N)!” Luffy’s wobbly and shocked voice carries to Sabo, “Is it really you?”

With Luffy overwhelmed by your sudden appearance, he doesn’t see the Admiral rearing his fist back for a second blow.

“Luffy!” Sabo screams, ducking down just in time to swoop you and Luffy into his arms when a blazing fist slams into the ground.

“(Y/N)!” Luffy screams trying to reach around Sabo for your limp body.

“Knock it off!” Sabo scolds, fighting to keep his grip on his squirming brother while he struggles to drag you along. It doesn’t help that the magma coating your skin is burning into Sabo’s side. His teeth dig into his lips as heated pain laces up his side.

“I will end these devil bloodlines!” Akainu rages in pursuit of the escaping trio.

The looming threat sends a signal through Sabo’s bones and he instinctively dives to the right, barely dodging a fired fist. The dive turns into a tumble, and he collapses on top of you. Sabo would feel horrible for roughing you up in your already devastated state but he’s more concerned when you don’t react at all. Face devoid of any of your usual color and movement.

“(Y/N)!” Luffy’s manages to scramble to you, voice filled with tremors, “C’mon (Y/N)! Wake up!”

“Luffy!” Sabo snaps, pulling his brother back by the shirt to look him in the eye. Being so close to Luffy after so long is a mix of emotions for Sabo. He wants to cry and scream and pull him so close that he can never let him go again.

But what Sabo really wants is for Luffy to shut the fuck up.

“Listen to me!” Sabo shakes Luffy, hand curled into his shirt, “We need to get out of here! We need to get to Ace!”

As if just remembering his brother Luffy quickly looks around, “Where- where is he?!”

Something sets off Sabo’s instincts before he can answer and he looks back to see Akainu coming towards them.

“I won’t let you get away!” He screams and Sabo quickly raises a haki covered fist, prepared to give it his all to protect you and Luffy. But before he even gets the chance his world is erupted in blue flames.

“You won’t kill him!” The man with flamed wings seethes, pushing back against Akainu fist.

Sabo isn’t one to let an opportunity like this slip by, so he quickly pulls your limp body into his arms and gets to his feet, “C’mon Luffy!”

The water is just in the distance, and if they can get there Trafalgar might be able to bring them back to the ship. Worst case scenario Sabo will swim the two of you over if he has to.

That is, if he has both of you.

Noticing only the sound of his footsteps are reaching his ears, Sabo throws a glance over his shoulder to see Luffy hasn’t moved from his spot, stumbling on his feet as his eyes begin to droop.

“Fuck!” Sabo curses, darting back to his brother just in time to catch him before he collapses on the ground from exhaustion.

“What are you waiting for!” The man holding back Akainu shouts, “Get out of here!”

Sabo growls to himself, shifting you onto one arm the pain from the burns making it harder to hold you. But he’ll do what he must to save you and Luffy.

“Allow me to help!” A voice rings through the commotion and Sabo looks up to see a familiar and imposing fishman standing over him, “I will protect Luffy with my life!”

There’s nothing more Sabo wants than to tell him to go to hell, that he can protect his cry baby brother on his own but then he feels the earth shake.

Past the fishman he can see Whitebeard has rejoined the fight and is practically splitting the earth in half and it’s no time for pride to get in the way of survival.

“Get him to the submarine!” Sabo directs, passing off his brother’s form to the fishman who runs off the moment he has Luffy in his hold.

With another jolt of the ground Sabo tries his best to follow but loses sight of the two in all the commotion, more chaos is erupting at every turn.

“It’s Teach!” The voices among him cry, their voices laced with pain and anger.

The name echoes in Sabo’s memory, thinking back to the desperate claims of innocence you had made for Ace when he unknowingly blamed his brother for the destruction of Barno Island.

But petty pirate squabbles are the least of his concerns when the yellow submarine is so close in the distance.

“Just a bit further, (Y/N).” Sabo whispers, trying his hardest not to think about the labored breaths barely leaving your lips, “Just a bit further.”

“Get off me!” Ace roars, trying to fight off the strange pirates, but in his weakened state they bear to be too much.

After regaining his senses Ace had come to the conclusion that he hadn’t actually died but was instead transported across the battlefield.

Not that he actually gave a shit about that when Luffy was still out there.

“Quiet.” The man at the front of the ship calls tiredly over his shoulder, “Went to all this trouble to save you, won’t have you drowning overboard.”

“My brother’s out there!” Ace finally kicks off the pirate on his left and easily overpowers the one on his right. He runs to the edge of the ship, ready to blaze his way back onto the battlefield until a name catches his attention.

“(Y/N)-ya is on it.”

Ace feels his blood run cold, head swiveling towards the man. Did he? He couldn’t have. Because there’s no way you could be here.

“There she is now.” The man nods, “And Sabo-ya too. Great.” He scoffs with a roll of his eyes, “Prepare the operating room!” He directs the pirates still standing in the back.

Ace turns back towards the battlefield, seeing that man in the distance. He’s sprinting towards the sea, an unmoving body in his arms. The world suddenly tints blue and then the two disappear.

“Where did they go!” Ace shouts, sprinting to the edge of the ship now that those holding him back have disappeared inside. Just as the words leave his lips, the sound of two bodies slamming onto the ship come from behind. Ace twist to see the blonde man falling to his knees, depositing someone onto the deck.

And in that moment Ace wishes he had died. Because it is you. Unconscious with a gaping wound through your chest as blood pours from your mouth.

This is worse than death.

“(Y/N).” The blonde man pleads, tapping your face, “C’mon!” His voice chokes, “Do that thing! With your devil fruit!”

“She needs surgery, captain!” A voice calls, bodies moving around him in a flurry.

“Looks like we’ll have a full room.” The apparent captain mutters, “Bring Mugiwara-ya here!”

Ace feels his heart leap into his throat and only tears his gaze from you at the mention of his brother. He looks up to see a clown floating in the air, holding onto two forms.

“Who the hell are you!” The clown shouts from above.

But the squabbling is lost on Ace when his eyes zero in on Luffy. He’s completely knocked out, eyes wide and unseeing with a wound to match yours.

It’s all too much.

The battle. You. Luffy. Everyone around him dying. And for what?

For him?

“Fuck!” Ace presses digs his palms into his eyes, “Fuck!”

“Let’s go Fire Fist!” The deck has been cleared, “Unless you want to drown, get in this submarine!”

Ace looks back at the battlefield. He can see others are escaping, chaos as the world is turning upside down.

It’s one of the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, but he follows inside.

Sabo hurries inside with you in his arms, following through the twists and turns of the submarine as he’s lead to the operating room.

The commotion only picks up when he deposits you into one of the beds. He wants to help. Wants to wipe the blood from your chin, brush the sweat out of your brow. But he can’t move. Can’t do anything with these trembling hands.

What’s gotten into him?

“You know how to suture a wound?” A voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

Sabo cocks his head, dumbly staring at the one he thinks goes by Penguin, “Uhh, no?”

“Then get the fuck out.”

And is promptly shoved out of the room.

Sabo barely has a moment to stare at the door slammed in his face before more footsteps come thundering down the hallway. Jumpsuit clad pirates passing by so quickly that had it been anyone else they wouldn’t have caught sight of Luffy.

But Sabo isn’t anyone else and the scene makes him want to vomit.

How did everything go to shit so quickly? Both you and Luffy on the brink of death, even the fishman Sabo had entrusted his brother to.

And how many more above? Did the government not care about the senseless blood they had on their hands?

“Fuck.” Sabo clenches his hands, leather stretching over his knuckles, “Fuck!” He shouts, turning to slam his hand against the metal wall.

In his twist he catches a figure at the end of the hall.

His heart leaps into his throat and it feels a lot like when he was standing with you outside Luffy’s ship back on Sabaody.

“Ace.” Voice barely above a whisper as his once forgotten brother stalks toward him.

Closer and he can see the freckles Luffy and him would tease Ace about. Closer and he can see the scowl twisted on Ace’s face. Closer and he see the erratic movement of his chest with heavy breaths. Closer-

And the last thing Sabo sees is a fist coming straight for his face.

Ace shakes out his hand, knuckles smarting while he huffs in- in exhaustion? anger? everything wrapped up at once?

This morning he was prepared to die. He had accepted that best he could. Would have died happily if it meant he was the only one.

But then his crew showed up. Pops. Luffy. And you for some damn reason.

He wanted nothing more for them to leave, to turn away as he got his head cut off like his forsaken father. But they were as stubborn as he is, and a glimmer of selfish hope bubbled in his stomach.

And here he is.

“Quite the brotherly reunion.” The pirate from earlier snaps his fingers, a roll of bandages appearing in his hands, “Handle his burns, Fire Fist-ya” He instructs, pushing the gauze into his hands with a little more force than necessary.

“Oof!” Ace looks into his hands, “Hey! What’s this-” But before he can get his question out the pirate is already gone.

In Ace’s hands are the bandages, but also the hat the man who lays on the ground had tossed to him earlier.

It looks so familiar that it makes his stomach turn. And what did that pirate just say?

The bandages and hat make a soft thud when they hit the ground, Ace’s arms hanging limping at his sides.

“Ace!” The voice whines in the off distance, “Sabo!”

“Why are we doing this again?” Sabo whispers to his brother. Well, the one sitting beside him, his other brother is wandering aimlessly in the forest below.

Ace crosses his arms, a frown etched on his face, “Because he’s too stupid to find his way back home without us.”

“Aww!” Sabo croons, poking a finger into Ace’s arm, “Do you care about Luffy?”

“Shut up!” Ace snarls, shoving Sabo hard enough that the boy has to grip onto the bark to stop himself from falling out the tree, “You and I weren’t as dumb as Luffy when we were his age! He needs to grow up!”

Sabo scoffs, and grumbles to himself, “Sounds a lot like caring to me.”

“C’mon guys! I wanna go home!” Luffy cries, closer than before.

“Then go home already!” Ace screams.

“Ace!?” Luffy’s voice pops up with excitement, “Ace, where are you!”

“Nice going idiot!” Sabo shoves Ace, “You gave us away!”

“Whatever!” Ace protests, “He wasn’t gonna find us and I’m gettin’ hungry.”

Bushes rustle below, Luffy popping out, “Guys! Look!” He proudly holds up his hands to show a fish that could barely feed one of them, “I got dinner!”

“So stupid.” Ace grumbles, shaking his head.

Sabo chooses not to point out the small but pleased smile on his brother face.

A pained groan vibrates from Sabo’s chest as he presses a hand to the throbbing on his cheek, “Wha’ happened?” He slurs.

“’Bout time you woke up.” A voice to his right huffs.

And then something cold slaps him in the face, “Huh?” Sabo sputters, trying to knock off the object.

“It’ll help with the shiner.”

The person beside him is a little fuzzy as he blinks rapidly, trying to adjust to the fluorescent lights of the sub.

“And watch the burns!”

“Burns?” Sabo reaches for his face, not sure what could be wrong with his decade old injury when he spots the bandages sloppily wrapped around his arm, blood already pinking its way through.

Sabo grimaces, flexing his forearm, earning a dull throb. When did this-

He’s hit with a flash of recent memories. Dragging you and Luffy out of the fight. Magma burning into his flesh as your body tried its hardest to protect it. Luffy throwing a fit until he passed out. The three of you making it back to the sub just to be whisked away for surgery. And then…

And then Sabo saw him.

The gasp tears from his throat and he’s scrambling to his knees, “Ace!” He chokes, “You’re okay!” His voice his raw from emotion, like he might break into sobs at any moment.

But the only thing on Sabo’s mind is touching Ace. Feeling his skin to make sure this is actually happening. That all of these memories aren’t just dreams and his brother is real. His hand reaches for his brother’s arm.

Decorated with the letters just like you said. So this has to be real. Sabo remembers Ace and Ace never forgot him. If he could just touch it, he could be sure, he could know for certain.

“Just!” Ace snaps, his fingers digging into his arms, head still turned away, “don’t.” His voice comes out softer, “Just don’t.”

Sabo’s hand flops to into his lap, mouth dropping slightly. He reaches for the ice pack that’s melting on the floor, just to have something to fiddle with as leans back against the wall.

Not without continuously peeking over at Ace who’s trembling with some emotion.

It has to be anger, Sabo thinks. What else could it be?

Disgust and fury that his so-called sworn brother would just waltz back into his life like nothing happened.

“I always wished for this day, so much.” Ace says quietly, pulling Sabo from his self-depreciative thoughts, “That you would be here, and not dead under the sea.” His nails dig deeper, blood rising from the imprints, “And that’s what makes me feel like shit right now.” He spits, “Because even though so many good people got hurt, died, today. I’m so happy.”

“Ace-”

As soon as the word leaves Sabo’s mouth he’s ripped into a hug so fast it almost gives him whiplash. Fingers clawing into his back as he’s awkwardly crushed against Ace’s chest. The burns along his arm throbbing in protests and head ringing from the residual dizziness.

Sabo’s body finally catches up and he wraps his arms around Ace just as tight, burying his face into Ace’s shoulder with a broken gasp.

“I’m so sorry.” Sabo sobs, “I- I didn’t remember anything. I swear.” He shakes his head, “If I had- I woulda been here. I swear-”

“Quit your blubberin’.” Ace grunts, trying to mask the cracking in his voice, “I already have one crybaby brother, don’t need another.”

Sabo swallows, biting his lip hard enough to break the skin, “Yeah, we do.”

“Right.” Ace pulls back, looking straight into Sabo’s eye with a squeeze to the shoulder, “We do.”

Time stretches as Ace and Sabo sit side by side in silence.

They can hear the beeping of machines behind the door, shouting voices, and the clings of metal hitting trays.

Ace counts to three, flicks his fingers and then watches the sparks dissolve into his legs. Counts to three, flicks, dissolves.

Sabo is no better. Nail scratching at the bandages covering his arm until a tear forms and then he moves to a different spot. Scratch, tear, move.

Neither of them knows how many times they repeat their processes in silence. Just over and over until that door finally opens.

“They’re lucky.” Trafalgar steps out, wiping at his forehead, “Anyone else working on them and they’d be dead.” And it doesn’t sound like he’s saying it because he’s full of himself.

“So, they’re going to be okay?” Ace asks, his stomach in twists.

“I didn’t say that.”

Sabo is already on his feet, “Well can we go in?”

“Just don’t give them an infection.” Trafalgar says as answer, already walking down the hallway.

Sabo moves to the door as soon as Trafalgar is out of the way, but Ace-

Ace feels frozen to his spot. The image of what he expects on the other side too gruesome to handle.

“Hey.” Sabo’s paused at the entrance, door cracked just enough that Ace can see people are still inside, finishing up Trafalgar’s work, “You don’t have to-”

“Yes, I do.” Ace cuts him off harshly. Of course he does, because if he runs now, well. It’s not like he’ll ever forgive himself anyway.

Sabo nods and steps into the room. He holds the door for a moment, but as soon as his head turns, he disappears in a hurry.

Ace follows in and the first thing he notices is there’s three beds. Floored at the sight, because is that Jinbei? How the hell did he end up hurt too?

“Luf.” Sabo’s voice is wrecked as he’s leaning over his brother, hands unsure where to even touch if they should even touch.

A shudder rips down Ace’s spine. He’s never seen his brother look so small.

Luffy’s always been the runt of the three, always had the most bruises and cuts. But when he’s all hooked up with tubes and wires, patches covering his body, it’s a whole other level.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was never supposed to be like this.

Ace is the big brother. The oldest, even if it’s just by a few months.

But what a failure he’s been.

His one brother alive this entire time and he didn’t even bother looking. The other on the brink of death because he couldn’t take of himself.

What a joke, Ace thinks bitterly, having to look away from the scene of Sabo tenderly rubbing Luffy’s shoulder.

And it’s too late to correct his mistake, because then Ace’s eyes land on you.

You almost look like you could be asleep.

Almost.

His feet take him to the edge of your bed. And maybe it’s some sick penance, but he can’t look away. Won’t look away. Because no matter how painful it is for Ace to stare at your broken and worn form, it’s nothing compared to the fist that burned through your back.

“Why are you here?” Ace whispers, “Why didn’t you just stay put?”

Silence is his only answer. Not that Ace even wants one, not like he’d believe what you’d have to say anyone.

“You know she couldn’t do that.” Sabo answers in lieu of you, “Nothing was going to stop her from getting here.” He meets his brother’s eyes, “To you.”

Ace lets Sabo’s words sink in, but only scoffs in return, “I should have died. I should have just died and none of this would have happened.”

“Don’t say that.” Sabo hisses through his teeth, hands gripping the rail beside Luffy’s bed.

“I should have.” Ace reaffirms, “So many people would still be here if it weren’t for me.”

“And what about us?” Sabo demands, “You think any of us would have been okay?”

“Luffy has you now, should’ve been you the whole time.” Ace’s eyes flick over, looking at his little brother with despair, “You woulda never let him end up like this.”

“And what about (Y/N)?”

Ace is quiet. He thinks of the moments the two of you have shared. Every treasured laugh, smile, and touch, “All I ever did was cause her trouble.”

“I didn’t think you could get any stupider.”

“At least I know stupider isn’t a word, idiot.” Ace deflects.

“She loves you. You know that, right?”

Ace doesn’t answer, just looks away and tries to beat down the stinging in his eyes.

“You probably don’t believe it, I don’t think you fully believed Luffy and I loved you, but we do. People care about you, Ace.”

“And look what that gotten ‘em.”

“Lie to me all you want, but you don’t lie to yourself.”

“Shut up.”

Sabo’s eyes narrow, “You think everyone fought for you, what? Out of obligation or something?”

“I said, shut up.” Ace clenches his hands.

“Like it was all fake, or something?” Sabo keeps pushing.

“And what would you know!” Ace shouts, “It’s not like you were even around!”

The moment the words leave his mouth, Ace wishes he could take them back. Ace hasn’t gotten the full story yet, but even those snippets from earlier were enough for Ace to know it wasn’t intentional.

Sabo’s expression hardens, “You’re right. I wasn’t there. But I am now, and I’m never going to let anything stop me from being here. Can you say the same?”

The words cut at Ace, reminding him of what a coward he’s actually been this whole time. Because running from something is easier than getting left behind.

Ace looks at you.

The sight is something he can barely handle but would give anything to have every day, even if it’s this horrid picture.

“I don’t want to lose her, Sabo.” Ace mutters, fingers digging into his hair and shakes his head, “I don’t want to lose either of them.”

“Ace.” Sabo offers, coming around your bed to stand beside his brother.

The movement causes Ace to snap his head up, feeling like his heart is going to beat right out of his chest. “I- I can’t.” Ace gasps, eyes darting around the room that’s suddenly gotten smaller, “I can’t!”

“Ace!” Sabo tries to grab for him, “Wait!”

But Ace has already booked it out of the room, the door slamming closed behind him.

He sprints down the hall, looking for something, anything that will stop the walls from closing in on him. But it’s no use, and the voices in his head just amplify.

Trash.

Worthless.

Devil’s blood.

“Stop!” Ace screams, tumbling to his knees, “Just stop.” He heaves, tears dripping onto his hands.

He’s no better than Rogers. Who did he think he could fool? Taking his mother’s name. Finding himself brothers. A new father’s symbol. None of it matters when there’s evil in your blood.

If he would have just died. No. If he just never would have existed, the world would have been a much better place.

But he’s here. And he must live with the consequences of his selfishness.

Ace slams a fist into the floor. Again, and again until he can feel his skin splitting and joints popping.

Each hit for someone he’s failed.

His mother.

Pops.

His crew.

His brothers.

You.

“Feel better?” Sabo voice carries from down the hall.

“No.” Ace throws his head back, clunking against the metal wall.

How long has he been sitting here? Long enough for his arms to have given out strength from his penance that all he could do was slump against the wall and wait for someone to find him.

“Trafalgar said we’re breaking the surface. If you need some fresh air.”

Ace doesn’t say anything but gets to his feet, following Sabo around the twists and turns of the sub he got himself lost in.

They round one last corner to see Trafalgar is blocking the entrance with a frown on his face. “We’ve got company.” He turns from the porthole, “You two stay here.” And is out the door with his sword slung over his shoulder.

“Shit.” Sabo hisses, catching sight as the door swings closed, “It’s the marines.”

Ace feels a heat flare in his veins, wordlessly approaching to the door.

“Wait!” Sabo reaches out to pin him against the wall, “We can’t risk a fight, not with everyone in their conditions.”

“Fuck that!” Ace snarls, the familiar and comforting feelings of anger rising in his chest. “If they’re looking for a fight then let’s give ‘em one!”

“We don’t know what they’re looking for!” Sabo snaps back.

“Where is he!”

Sabo’s eyes go wide, flipping around to face the door, “Oh no.”

“What?” Ace whispers, “You know those marines or somethin’?”

“Worse.” Sabo answers, leaning over to peek out the port hole. Rather than get a glance out onto the deck, he gets a smack of metal right to the face. “Shit!” He cries, falling backwards on his ass.

Ace immediately jumps onto alert as a precaution, igniting his fist. But he quickly extinguishes the flame when he recognizes this person who fell out of the sky with his brother.

“Sabo boy!”

“Ivankov.” Sabo mutters, rubbing at the welt forming on his forehead. His face seems to be quite the punching bag lately.

“When Straw Hat boy told me Dragon wasn’t Ace boy’s father, I assumed the Revolution wouldn’t be getting involved. But here you are!”

Ace’s head darts back and forth between the two, “Wait, you know each other?”

“Ahh!” Ivankov screams in delight, “Ace boy! I’m so glad you’re alive!” He pulls Ace into an unprompted hug, wailing against Ace’s cheek, “The pure desperation Straw Hat boy had for you! It was truly moving!”

“Uhh, yeah.” Ace grimaces, patting Ivankov on the shoulder.

“Ivankov is a member of the Revolution. And no, Dragon didn’t send me.” Ace picks up on the slight bitterness in his brother’s tone, “Luffy and Ace are my brothers.”

“Whaaat?!?” Ivankov practically tosses Ace to the floor, taking Sabo by the shoulders, “What is this mix of brothers! Who? How! My heart can’t take these dramatics!”

Ace grimaces but Sabo just smiles, “It’s kind of a long story.”

“Oh, so he can enter but I cannot? Do you know you who you’re talking to!” A haughty voice demands from outside the door.

“Neither of you should be in here!”

The door slams open again, and this time Ace has the unpleasant experience of being smacked in the face, “Watch it, lady!”

Sabo scoffs behind a hand, earning a glare from Ace.

“Excuse me? How dare you speak to- oh. It’s you.” Boa Hancock stares at Ace with unveiled disgust.

Ace gets to his feet, dusting off his knees, “Nice to see ya again.”

“Where is my Luffy?”

“Yours?” Sabo butts in, eyes wide.

Trafalgar storms into the crowded hallway, “I already told you, Hancock-ya!”

“That’s Empress to you!” She spins around, a finger pointed at Trafalgar, “You shall address me as such!”

“Tch.” Trafalgar spits with a glare, “Not while you’re on my ship.”

Hancock nearly laughs, “And you’re proud of that? This raft is nothing of importance! And it could never provide the tender care my dear Luffy will need to make a full recovery!”

Ace meets Sabo’s eye over the Empresses’ shoulder, “Tender?” He mouths with a funny look. Like this lady could ever be tender.

Luckily Sabo’s laugh is unheard as Trafalgar starts explaining the importance of his equipment and expertise to save Luffy’s life.

“Oh, come now sister!” Ivankov steps between the feud, “Straw Hat boy is in good hands! His brothers would never let anything come of him!”

“Brothers?” She turns, eyes zeroing in on Sabo when she catches the plural, “Luffy never mentioned anything of you.”

Sabo rubs his neck, “Yeah.”

Hancock asses the two with a tapping heel, “Fine. You may reprieve to Amazon Lily.” Hancock flicks her hair over her shoulder, “Luffy will need the finest treatment and I won’t let anything get in the way.”

“I already told you.” Trafalgar grits his teeth, “You don’t have the necessary equipment.”

The Snake Empress simply crosses her arms, “Then I suppose you will just have to come along as well. Luffy is my number one priority.” Without another word she exits the ship as quickly as she came.

All eyes slide over to Trafalgar who’s scowling at the exit. With curses under his breath, he turns and stomps down the hall.

“Well!” Ivankov claps, “You heard the Empress! I suppose I’ll see you two on Amazon Lily!” Blowing each of them a kiss before running after Hancock.

“Hey.” Sabo says, watching out the port window as Hancock leaps to the stolen Navy vessel, “You don’t think she…”

“Has the hots for Luffy?” Ace finishes, he scoffs with a smirk and shake of his head, “I’ve seen crazy shit on the Grand Line, but this…”

“Yeah.” Sabo smiles, meeting Ace’s gaze, “This takes the cake.”

And for the first time in a long time, the two brothers laugh.

“Captain! Captain!” The polar bear comes sprinting out of the ship with a wild look in his eyes, “He’s awake!”

Ace feels his stomach drop.

It was a day’s travel to reach Amazon Lily.

A day of no sleep for Ace as he sat between beds of unconscious patients.

Sabo flited in and out of the room, each time returning with something new for Ace. A plate of food. A blanket and pillow. Anything to stay busy.

Not that Ace needed any of it. Instead, he sat, the familiar orange hat in his hands he had found in the corner of the room. Although the scorch and blood marks were new additions.

He’d have to tease you for not taking better care of it.

If he got the chance that is.

“Bepo.” Trafalgar drops the ropes he was using to rig the Polar Tang, “What the status report?”

Bepo huffs loudly, bent over trying to catch his breath and Ace has never wanted to strangle a bear so much before this moment, “It’s- it’s- it’s the fishman!”

“Wait! Slow down!” Voices carry from inside the ship, “Please, come back here!”

Ace stares from his spot on the shore as Jinbei appears at the entrance of the submarine, “Leave me.” His deep voice leaves no room for argument.

Jinbei’s eyes scan his surroundings, briefly pausing when he meets Ace’s eyes but continuing until they land on Trafalgar’s.

“He doesn’t look good.” Sabo’s says besides Ace.

“No.” Ace agrees.

“You think- hey! Where you going!” Sabo calls as Ace determinedly moves towards the boat, propelling himself onto the deck.

His entrance has Trafalgar’s sliding uninterested eyes sliding over and then back to Jinbei, “Come in for an examine when you’re ready.”

And then it’s just Ace and Jinbei on the ship. Sure Sabo is still on the shore with a dozen Heart Pirate’s and women of Amazon Lily, but right now Ace is focused on he former Warlord he’s had such a tremulous past with.

“Never thought we’d meet again.” Ace says as a greeting.

“Nor did I. But I am glad to see you made it out of there.”

Ace deflates, thinking again of all of those who didn’t, “Yeah, right.”

Jinbei studies Ace, and Ace feels as though he’s being read like an open book.

“I must return to my rest.” Jinbei says as a farewell, turning back to the entrance.

“Jinbei.” Ace’s voice is strained, “Thank you, for looking out for my brother.”

Jinbei leans a hand against the door and looks back over his shoulder, “It was not because of your request I helped Luffy.”

“I didn’t think it was.”

“It’s so for me.” Sabo says smugly.

Ace turns away, “Shut up.”

“(Y/N) said everyone thinks you’re just stupid.”

“Shut up.” Ace snaps, a little louder this time.

“I bet the person that did it still tells stories about the idiot that wandered into their shop!”

“At least I have a tattoo!” Ace launches at his brother, “You used to cry when Luffy would pinch you! You wouldn’t last a minute!”

Sabo flushes, “That’s not true! I could last longer than you!”

“Say that to the one on my back! Took ‘em five hours!”

Sabo gulps, eyes widening at the thought of being pricked with a needle that long. But luckily he’s saved from having to come up with a defense.

“Ace?” A voice groans and both brothers swivel their heads.

“Luffy!” Ace almost sobs, knocking over his chair in the process of scrambling to his brother’s bedside, “I’m here, Luf. I’m right here.” He collapses to his knees, running a hand through his brothers thick hair.

“Ace.” Luffy smiles drowsily, “You’re okay.”

“Yeah.” Ace chokes out, “And you’re an idiot.”

Luffy lets out a pained whimper, turning his head towards the ceiling as he clenches his eyes.

Sabo, who’d been standing off to the side feeling like an intruder on such a personal moment finally pipes in, “I’ll go get Trafalgar, he probably-”

“No.” Ace snaps with a scowl, “Get over here.”

Sabo hesitates, watching as Luffy looks towards him to see just who Ace is talking to.

“I, uh.” He takes a step forward, “I’m glad you’re okay, Luffy.”

Luffy’s eyes focus in and out as he’s trying to place Sabo. Not that Sabo can blame him, doesn’t look like the child he once knew, even further with extra bandages covering more of his body than not.

“It’s Sabo, Luffy.” Ace whispers in his ear, “It’s really Sabo.”

“Sabo?” Luffy asks in disbelief, trying to sit up.

And that’s what does it in for Sabo’s nervousness, running towards his brother with frantic and concerned hands, “Hey! Slow down! You’re going to hurt yourself!”

But Luffy doesn’t listen, instead stretches out his arm to grab Sabo by the waist before slamming him into the bed.

The snap of Luffy’s rubber arm is an unpleasant feeling he’s missed so much.

“Sabo!” Luffy cries, snot and tears running down his face, “Ace! It’s Sabo!” He wraps his other brother up too, pulling both of them against his body.

“I know Luf.” Ace nods, “We’re both here.”

Luffy’s cries turn to hiccups as he nods his head up and down, “We’re all here.”

The loud and gross sobbing continues for a few more minutes before Trafalgar bursts through the door with a scowl on his face.

But by then Luffy has already worn himself out and is back to sleep with a smile on his face.

Ace is just glad Luffy didn’t ask about you.

“How many men do you plan to bring to this island!” The empress’s disgusted voice shrills through the air.

“Huh?” Ace looks up from the fish he’s cleaning.

Ever since Luffy woke up three days ago Ace and Sabo, along with every other man on the island, had be resigned to fending for themselves.

Not that Ace minded too much. He’d pick watching Luffy shoveling down a banquet’s worth of food in record time than seeing him lifelessly being pumped full of nutrients any day. Even if it meant having to fish for himself.

Although it did grate on his nerves a bit when the Empress hounded him while he was trying to cook his dinner since she was the one letting Luffy get first grabs every time.

“I made an exception for the doctor and you two, but this is not some resort!”

Ace rolls his eyes, “Lady, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” And Sabo holds back a snort of his own, purposefully avoiding the empress’s glare.

“Well, that’s odd.” She drawls, “Because they’re asking for you.”

Ace’s head turns so fast Sabo is surprised his neck doesn’t snap. But before he can make a comment about it Ace is already letting his feet take him to the island’s entrance.

There’s only one group of men that could be looking for him. And sure enough he spots them standing in a circle on the shore.

It’s been less than a week since he saw them last, even longer before that. And it still shocks him to take in the way they’ve all changed.

But war and death will do that to a man.

“Ace!” Izou yells, the rest turning now that his position’s been given away.

He barely has time to raise his hand in greetings before being tackled to the ground.

“Shit.” Ace grunts, the weight of a dozen men piled on top crushing the air from his lungs.

The Whitebeard Pirates had never leaned one way or another with physical affection, but for once it’s like they can’t get enough of each other. Grabby hands trying to get a feel for Ace, to know his skin is still alive with warmth and not from the heat of a fire fist like they had all expected to be their last sight of him.

“Wha- what are you doin’ here?” Ace manages to get out when his crew finally back off and dusting the sand from his shorts.

“We came to get you.” Marco answers, pressing a hand to Ace’s shoulder, “For Pops’ send off.”

Ace swallows, glaring at the ground. It was easy to avoid news of the war on Amazon Lily. Most the woman living here didn’t even know of the world outside, and Sabo sure as hell wasn’t going to bring it up around him.

“So, he’s really gone, huh?”

Their silence speaks volumes.

“I’m so sorry.” Ace collapses to his knees, burying his head into the sand, “I won’t even ask for forgiveness.” He clenches his hands, “For what I did. What I caused.”

The pain that’s been lingering in his chest amplifies in the presence of his brothers. No. Not brothers. He could never claim that title after he took their father away from each of them.

“Yoi!” A swift kick sends Ace sprawling onto his side, “Don’t start.”

Ace’s eyes go wide from his place in the sand.

“I always told Pops he was too stupid to be a commander.” Izou crosses his arms with a smirk.

“I always told Pops he was too stupid in general.” Marco mutters before taking a step closer to Ace, bending a knee in the sand, “No one here thinks it was your fault, because it wasn’t your fault. Got it?”

Ace wants to argue Pops would say otherwise. Thatch would say differently. That even the world knows the truth.

“You were his son, Ace.” Vista stands behind Marco, “Fathers will do anything for their sons.”

“Honestly.” Izou scoffs, “Thinking he’s special or something.”

There’s a ripple of laughter among the crew.

“But-” Ace tries to contradict.

“Ace.” Jozu gruff voice cuts in, “He didn’t even have to think about it. None of us did.” Every man nods their head and agreement, and Ace can’t take it.

His stare returning to the sand because it’s easier to look at then the faces of pure love from each of his brothers. Something he doesn’t deserve, has never deserved.

“But what I want to know.” Marco drawls, “Who the hell were the ones who saved you?”

Before Ace can answer, a loud splash is head from the water. Heads swiveling just in time to see an unconscious sea king crashing out of the water and back down as it’s limp form floats on the surface.

“What the fu…” The collective voices trail off as a man walks out of the water.

“Well, isn’t this just the party!” Silvers Rayliegh pushes his wet hair back with a grin, “It’s been a while, Whitebeard Pirates.”

“I wasn’t strong enough to protect you.”

Ace stops in his tracks, flattening himself against the wall. He doesn’t know if he should be eavesdropping on this conversation, as one sided as it was.

“I’m not strong enough to protect anyone.” Luffy’s voice cracks, “But I’m going to get stronger, you’ll see.”

Ace bites his lip. How did his crybaby brother grow up so fast?

“So you get stronger too, alright? I still want you back on my crew.”

Ace balls his hands into fists. He should have just left you on his brother’s crew. Because no matter what his brother though, Luffy protected you better than he ever could.

“And I still need to tell you about the adventures you missed. And you need to meet Robin, and Franky, and Brook! I finally got a musician, and he’s a talking skeleton!”

Ace turns back the way he came, letting his feet carry him to the deck. He needs to get away from this conversation as far as he can.

You could have had that.

You could have been sailing with his brother and crew and living and having fun and not dying on a fucking battlefield.

Ace bursts through the door, gasping for a breath of the cool night air.

He’s like a virus, just infecting people’s lives with misery. Doesn’t matter what anyone says. Not his crew. Not his brothers. No one.

Because the truth was as clear as day.

Ace leans over the edge, glaring at his reflection in the water.

People have tried to rid the world of his sickness over and over and over. Maybe he was the one that had to do it.

“At least wait until the morning to jump. It’ll be harder for them to pull you out in the dark.”

“Fuck!” Ace startles, turning to see Trafalgar resting against a sleeping Bepo, “Scared the shit out of me.”

Trafalgar shrugs, resting his head back against the bear’s stomach.

Ace learned quite quickly he’s not one for conversation. He turns back to the water, thoughts rolling through his head.

Luffy was leaving tomorrow to train with Rayleigh. Jinbei had left yesterday. The Whitebeard Pirates were sailing off in a few days. Sabo had gotten a hold of someone from the Revolution named Koala who gave him quite the earful over the transponder snail.

Ace didn’t even tease his brother about the pink dusting his cheeks.

Too jealous to even think of it.

It seemed like everyone was ready to move on.

Everyone but you that is.

“Trafalgar.” Ace says, his tone demanding attention before he takes a deep breath, “Give it to me straight, is (Y/N) going to make it?”

“Can’t say. She’s lucky that devil fruit of hers kicked and absorbed most of the magma. Still, portion of her liver was too burnt to save.” Law throws a leg over the other, his casualness in complete contrast to Ace’s rigid stance, “But that can regenerate on its own. It’s her lung and stomach that I’m concerned about.”

“So, what?’ Ace presses, “She need a new one or something?”

“Why?” Trafalgar cracks an eye, “You offering?”

“You’re so full of shit.”

“So’s your poker face.”

Ace sticks his tongue out and you erupt into giggles, “See! You know I’m right!”

“Whatever.” He scoffs, throwing his cards onto the table, “I fold. There, you happy?”

“Very.” You smile, pulling the berries towards your side of the table, “Another round?”

“You already sucked me dry of every berry I had.” Ace pouts, taking a swig from his bottle.

It’s just the two of you on the ship, the rest of the crew probably getting drunk or who knows what back in town. You were left behind to keep watch and Ace had insisted on keeping you company.

Your eyes rake over his body hungrily, “I’m sure there’s something you could put on the line.”

Ace’s eyes go wide for a moment when he catches that look on your face, his mouth pulling into a smirk, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Is it working?” You bat your eyelashes.

You expect Ace to meet you head for head in your flirting. You’re usually the one who taps out first, unable to take the teasing without turning into a stammering mess. But instead, he drops his cheek into the palm of his hand.

“A little too much if I’m honest.”

You roll your eyes, trying to brush off the seriousness of his words, “You’re a sap.”

“Only for you.” His hand reaches for yours, a thumb caressing your wrist.

The warmth of his skin burns into your skin, and it makes you want to tell him everything. Expose the deepest and ugliest parts of you and hope that he won’t hate you.

“I think I love you.” Your eyes go wide and mouth drops. Any other day he might tease you to shut your trap unless you’re trying to catch some bugs but instead his smile softens, “Don’t say anything, I just-” He shrugs.

Your mind flits to the notebook you keep hidden in your satchel, beside the damn transponder snail that kills you a little bit each time it rings. To the words etched on paper with dates and names and details you wish he had told you instead of some Navy grunt.

You pull your hand from his, gathering the cards and shuffling them together to give you something to do. “Need to lay off the sake.” Your voice carries a forced ease.

“Sober or sloshed, doesn’t change what I feel.”

Your movements still, the cards fluttering into a stack. This was not part of the plan. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you.

You definitely weren’t supposed to fall in love with him.

“Yeah, yeah.” You laugh, trying to shrug off the weight of his words. Hands reach for the cards, hoping to ease over the awkwardness, but they’re gone. The entire table’s gone.

Head snapping up you see it’s all gone. All except him.

Ace.

His mouth twists into a frown, “I’ll miss you.”

“Ace?”

The first thing that you sense is pain. A groan scratching from your throat as you painfully crack open your eyes.

“You’re awake.” A deep voice cuts through your thoughts.

“Ace?” You mumble, trying to locate the voice.

“No.” A face comes into view, and you swear it’s familiar, “What are you feeling?”

“Pain.” You groan, trying to shift but it feels like the weight of the sea is pressing down onto you.

“Good.” The man grunts, fiddling with the IV bag over your head, “Means you’re alive.”

The beeping is still ringing in your ears, “Where’s Ace?” But it comes out more slurred than it sounded in your head.

“He’s gone.”

“Wha- what?” The cold panic washing over you and providing a newfound energy, eyes darting around the room.

“Tch. Go to sleep, we’ll talk when you wake up.”

“N- no!” You protest, using all your strength to pull yourself out of the bed, “Where is he?!”

“Watch it (Y/N)-ya!” Law snaps, the room falling into a blue tint and then you’re repositioned in the bed, “I spent seven hours cutting you open to fill you with new organs.” He seethes, “Don’t fucking kill them like you did your first set.”

“New organs?” You panickily glance down at your bod, feeling your chest and stomach as if you’d be able to sense the difference, “From who?”

Law steps closer, a cold hand pressing into your shoulder as he shoves you to lay down. A smirk stretches over his face, “Who do you think?”

Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, heart pounding in your ears as you search his face for any sign of joking, but you find nothing except a cruel smile.

“Liar!” The screech tears from your throat as you thrash against his hold, “You’re a fucking liar!”

Law rolls his eyes, quickly releasing his hold on you. He’s not interested in managing a temper tantrum.

“Ace!” You wail, “Ace!”

Suddenly the door bursts open, a figure shrouded in darkness as light pours in from the hall.

It’s him, you think. It has to be because he heard you and he came.

“(Y/N)! What’s wrong?”

But it’s not Ace.

“Sabo!” You cry as he sprints to your side, “Where is he? Where’s Ace?” You grab for his hands.

“Ace?” Sabo looks surprised, “He’s not here.”

“No, no, no!” You babble, “But we saved him! And, and he’s okay, he’s supposed to be okay!”

“(Y/N).” Sabo cups your face, forcing you to look at him, “Ace is alive. You saved him, okay? Ace is okay.”

“He, he is?”

“Of course he is.” Sabo answers.

“But, but where is he?” You ask, tears running down your cheeks, “And he- he said the organs. Tha- that they were his.”

Sabo’s eyes widen in shock before throwing a glare at Law, “You told her they were Ace’s?”

Law doesn’t even look up from his clipboard, “I never said that.”

Sabo turns back to you, “They weren’t Ace’s.” He moves a hand down to squeeze reassuringly at your shoulder, “He has a crewmate that’s a phoenix zoan. They can regenerate anything.”

“So, they’re not…?” You trail off, looking back down at you covered chest and stomach.

“No.” Sabo is halfway between laughing and halfway to killing that fucking doctor, “They’re not Ace’s. He’s alive and well.”

“Then where is he?” You ask in a small voice, eyes desperate.

“He’s with his crew. Laying Whitebeard to rest.” Sabo reaches into his pocket, “But he left this for you.”

You accept the folded up piece of paper, recognizing the messily scrawled letters. A small scrap of parchment flutters into your lap when you unfold the letter.

(Y/N),

Doc says you should be wakin’ up soon. Probably don’t remember when I said goodbye, but you had a smile on your face I like to think you save for me.

We’re givin’ Pops a final sendoff, but you probably already know that.

Haven’t told Sabo or Luffy, but I don’t think I’ll be comin’ back. I can barely look at myself these days, let alone those two.

I’m sorry dragged you into all of this. From the beginning. Wish I had never taken you up on that offer to join the Spades, at least then you wouldn’t have been twisted up in any of this.

I know I said we’d stick together but I think it’s better this way, for you at least.

I hope you can forgive forget me.

Ace

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REQUEST IDEAS AND PROMPTS!!

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You know, I don't usually see any creative requests readers may ask to some writers, so I thought I might throw some abstract ones here? Feel free to use them as they are reader's-block proof and even for inspiration.

And I will DEFINITELY add more from here on out.

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Funny:

1° | # CHARACTER/S | 's reaction to s/o who confidently tries cooking yet makes them a terrible dish.

2° | # CHARACTER/S | meeting a (false) psychic who tells them VERY bizzare predictions about their future with s/o

3° | # CHARACTER/S | s/o making funny faces from a distance when they're in a meeting with other bigshots

4° | # CHARACTER/S |, bestfriend (right hand smth) and s/o cooking together for the first time, yet they burn the kitchen down

Fluff:

1° | # CHARACTER/S | reacting to their s/o waking up after a very long coma.

2° | # CHARACTER/S | having to feed their sick s/o because they can't do it themselves.

3° | # CHARACTER/S | seeing their stoic s/o smile brightly for the first time.

4° | # CHARACTER/S | helping s/o with house chores, and learning how to do them.

5° | # CHARACTER/S | jumping into the water after their s/o who fell and still hasn't come back up (outcome changes with devil fruit users)

6° | # CHARACTER/S | 's s/o cosplaying as them

7° | # CHARACTER/S | reacting to their s/o fawning over a fictional character

8° | # CHARACTER/S | helping s/o exercise

9° | # CHARACTER/S | helping their s/o who is a story writer with brainstorming ideas (personal fav.)

Angst:

1° | # CHARACTER/S |'s s/o sailed away for a mission, and suddenly disappeared for a long time.

2° | # CHARACTER/S | 's crush gets executed on the execution tower and says "I love you" before they die

3° | # CHARACTER/S | get captured by marines and tortured relentlessly, and s/o coming to their rescue.

4° | # CHARACTER/S | 's s/o who is always a happy-go-lucky person, suddenly stops smiling.

5° | # CHARACTER/S | 's s/o leaving the crew to join the marines.

6° | # CHARACTER/S | witnessing Akainu donuting their s/o who shields them from the said attack.

{{ These are free to use by everyone. So if you guys have new extra ideas to mingle with, make yourself at "post" home and tell me about them }}

*cheering with the trio*

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Hey!

I love your blog so much, omg can't help but read all the stories at once and some even twice or more!

I wanted to ask if maybe could write something like the reader looking all sweet or pretty and stuff, just like more innocent, but they listen to hard rock? Am in my rock phase again and everyone is like, 'nah you don't look like someone who likes rock, you too soft' like what?? Their faces and the time they need to process is always quiet hilarious, sometimes weird, but yeah

Well, depends on whom you're referring to. I'll take the strawhats.

RANDOM SCENARIOS PART 4

. Reader taken female

. Spoiler free

. Platonic

Y/n, the "sweetheart", "butterfly", an "Angel" that fits every single innocent name thrown at her, the strawhats know her purest words and habits, her modest hobbies, her cutest thoughts...

Or so they thought.

Everyone's jaw dropped witnessing your absurd behaviour as you jammed your head violently to the fiery music, singing with all your mighty vocal cords as you thrash around monkey-dancing and cleaning the room.

Ussop was the first to intervene. His words almost completely obscured by loud strums of the metallic guitar.

"I umm... sorry for the sudden inte-?" You catch a hint of his voice and immediately turn around mortified. Instinctively reaching out for the speaker's off button and resuming your laundry duty, a way to hide your embarassment.

You silently pray to any god and being up there to kick your crew out of your sight, cast a memory rewinding spell on them, and send them into an induced hibernation.

Oh right. You've also never been pure in thought anyway.

Zoro let out a wholeheartedly laugh at the whole thing, never been anymore amused than the scenario he's witnessing. Sanji, getting annoyed by the latter, shoots out any insult he could come up with to shut him up, which resulted in the two fighting. At this point, Nami had to step in and break the two apart-... you know, the usual scene.

Yet you were too busy watching the two to notice Luffy fumbling with the round speakers until a loud CRACKKKK echos across the room.

Immediately turning to your captain, who now has both speakers in his mouth and a disgusted look on his face, you stand there stunned.

"Idiot!!" Sanji shouts on the ladies behalf, knowing fully well how much you three use the said thing to relax and rewind.

"YOU MORON!! That's the only one we have!!!" The navigator would've brutally pounced the confused strawhat if it weren't for Ussop's godly instincts coming into play, holding her back

"But it looked like grilled meat."

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LISTEN TO MY SALE PODCASTS NOW?!"

"..."

"Sanji... MEAT!!" Luffy absentmindedly races towards the blond chef in complete agony, thus receiving a full blown kick to the face.

"Apologise to the ladies now!" He demands confidently, Luffy in return still not catching on his wrongdoing.

You finally let a good laugh at the sight. 'They sure are a rowdy crew' you ponder, the sincere smile not leaving your face. Taking a quick step towards them, you wave your hand sheepishly.

"Don't worry guys!! I'll buy us a new one once we dock on the next island." The softness of your voice immediately calming the rest of the crew, your innocent demeanor returning almost immediately.

Sanji wastes no time to barrage you with french compliments, then getting ear-dragged outside the room by Nami before he could launch himself at your figure.

Soon enough the commotion's over, and you find yourself left alone with the sharpshooter, who was busy examining the now crushed/bitten music speaker.

"Man, Luffy really roughed up this thing." He mumbles in disappointment. On the other hand, you let out quiet snort, still finding your captain's antics pretty hilarious, as you finish sorting out the ship's bookshelf.

"And you!" His sudden change of tone had you halt in surprise. "Y-Yeah?"

The latter, in return raised a brow in bewilderment.

"I never took you for a hard-metal music fan!!" He exclaimed.

"Just like I never took you for the ship's coward?"

"I know~-- H-HEY!!" He retaliates in frustration.

Your eyes blink innocently at him, till that same sentence hits you like a kindling.

"Uh! I'm sorry!! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!!" You bow to the ground regretfully, truely bewildered by your lack of empathy.

"Cut it out!! I'M NOT HURT!" He puffs his shoulders denying all causes of embarassment, then burries himself in examining the broken gadget again.

Seems like you've returned to your original visage, oblivious and kind (in some way). But with all the times of knowing you as his fellow Strawhat- Heck! He's even shared his matress with you and had sleepouts together, as bestfriends! Yet... things still seem far from the ordinary. You suddenly get a new bonus trait, an air of mystery surrounds you.

And maybe, the crew itself actually find that appealing.

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Apparently, that was exactly what he was thinking XD

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Hi Nour! May i request a headcannon where reader is the exact opposite of mihawk (kinda like shanks) but he's head over heels for her? (: Thank you!

It's more of a scenario than a headcannon. Srry😅

Mihawk's S/o being his complete opposite

. S/o taken female

. Spoiler free

. SFW

The clock striking 1:30 am, a loud crash shot the hawkeyed man awake immediately. He barely had time to register the fact that he had dozed off waiting for your return. Which you eventually, did.

A bottle of booze now in pieces, splattered on the entryway, with it's owner on the ground, darkness covering their features. You look up at the said man and a blushy grin overtakes your complexion.

"H-Hello DRACUOOLAA, here toooo... suck my blood?" You blurt out stupidly, the said "Dracula" deadpanning at your lousy state.

Mihawk furrows his eyes in frustration, already despising the idea of dealing with this a fourth time. He silently picks you up bridal style, somehow tolerating the strong smell of alcohol against his senses.

"Just how many bottles did you drink?" He's already aware of your annoying passion with parties, and with parties come heavy dozes of sake contests and games. And YOU- confidently knowing your victorious drinking record -participate in such activities.

"Oo! Oo! W-What do you call a blwood-drwinking deerww..?"

" *sigh* ... what?"

"Vlad... the Impala! BWAHAHA-!!" You cackle loudly at your so-called "pathetic joke". Mihawk ont the other hand, lets out a loud hopeless sigh knowing how stupid you sound. And maybe, MAYBE, if you had a clear view of his face you would have noticed his mouth corners slowly curving up.

Unknown to you, Mihawk finds your laugh pacifying, somehow. You've always been that one ray of sunshine illuminating the void in his heart, always laughing, smiling, so carefree about everything. Even the toughest things don't shake you, holding a motto to never act on things unless absolutely necessary.

Yet he never seemed to understand your approach. Someone once stole your wallet and you kept laughing about it for the rest of the day. It makes him worried sometimes, how careless things could get, and you'd be waving your hand in a dismissive manner, calling his behaviour "un-chill" and "grandma-like".

The raven haired halts at one of the hallway doors, putting his daydreaming to a stop. His bedroom door... The said man blinks several times. He's sure he was walking you back to YOUR room! Then how did he-?

"... Oi... Don't go.." You, now asleep on his back, tighten your hold around his neck. Mihawk's grip seemed to have loosened along the ride, in which he immediately secures you back before you fall off.

"Curse this." He mumbles, a bit embarrassed by the series of mistakes he's already done. As far as he remembers he's been a man of total composure, not a single mistake have been made throughout his swordsman years. It's only around you, YOU, that he manages to flunk up so clumsily.

Where you influencing him so much?

Mihawk lets out one last sigh, taking a break from his barrage of memories. He delicately twists the doorknob, and with a slight creek, makes it in.

He makes sure to place you as careful as possible, despite knowing how much of deep sleeper you are. Not to mention how soft and ravishing the bedsheets are, of the finest quality across the world, thus your entire body relaxes onto the matress, a smile creeping along the line of your lips. Now standing at the other side of the room , Mihawk watches you fondly, giddy feelings surfacing back again.

He loves you, surely there's not a single sentence in the entirety of the world's books that could describe his level of attachment to you. Back then he thought he'd achieved his dream, his purpose in life, everything was done after that. But then you came in the picture, his total COMPLETE opposite. Messy, rambunctious, carefree, expressive... you name it. To summarise, he found you darn annoying and an after-thought. Despite his dry treatment, you always stuck to the man, inviting him to toasts and parties that he never wanted to involve himself in. Your cheeky demeanor, and a stacky bonus of charm and beauty, he found himself lost in his own emotions.

Maybe this is what led him to that... unfamiliar situation. The term "Opposites attract" never appealed to him till now, and it just seems too good to be true. From an annoying loud brat, to a partner he couldn't have asked for any better.

" My hopeless darling... just how much longer will you make me worry...?"

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece scenario #one piece fic #mihawk x y/n #mihawk x reader #one piece mihawk #mihawk headcanons #dracule mihawk #mihawk fluff #mihawk #shanks #mihawk x you #requests are still open btw #asks open #op mihawk #op imagines #one piece imagine #op scenario

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estj

- smiling in public, frowning when alone - appreciative of the art in movies and songs - never off social media - has trouble not seeing people as uncooperative chess pieces - big spender - says yes to every party and isn’t shy to contact friends, aka a networking god - beauty enthusiast but prefers natural and professional-looking stuff - actually tries to complete bucket list - hard to please, has clear preferences and never settles

esfj

- considers eating the main event of every getaway - throws the best parties - ‘golden retriever’ strategy for making friends: “just jump them” - works hard when not distracted by coworkers - remembers everything everyone has ever said and is touchy about dates - patiently explains to everyone why what they’ve said was socially unacceptable… ok, maybe just to me? - likes the idea of charity but isn’t idealistic about it - knows you’re around by the sound of your footsteps, like a puppy

istj

- works hard to hide weeaboo side - finds work relaxing - would probably enjoy the challenge of being a castaway - the kind of parent that scares away boy/girlfriends - has THE nerdiest hobbies - attempts professional fashion - probably the most reliable person in everyone’s lives - likes being pushed to improve and to be supported more than comforted - always happy to info dump - love language is being given their favorite coffee blend

isfj

- claims to dislike ‘messy animals’ but lives for their pets - loves action movies with big battles - work-oriented but easily distracted by gossip, as is esfj - always the voice of reason - pretends to not be a hopeless romantic - cautious to the point of anxiety; would, however, survive the apocalypse - despises gaudy, likes natural tones and classical fashion - nice but easy to offend and disappoint - dog-lover that can easily be made a crazy cat person - can’t watch nature documentaries without feeling sorry for the planet/prey

entj

- almost always dressed for a job interview - can’t work in a messy room - obsessed with life hacks and goals - preoccupied with drawing the potential out of things and people - jokes without smiling. good at poker - can be surprisingly reckless and hot-headed - likes fancy stuff and doesn’t mind paying for it - other than 'studying’, hobbies are traveling and exercising. cannot relax - cynical when young, now likes the idea of spiritualism - selective about the people they spend time with

entp

- knows the solution to all problems but still has many problems - can’t help but worry that they talk too much and too quickly - literal pyromaniac. likes the color red as much as enfp - lights up every room they’re in… - takes nothing seriously, except video games. judges people who skip cutscenes and name their characters badly - soul leaves body during boring activities - criticizes action movies’ physics and combat - considerate but doesn’t hold back during arguments - attached to weirdly specific things and moody about them - irritatingly decent at everything - at risk of laughing during a funeral

intj

- pretends to not care but has secret vent blogs - blog/avatar/website is minimal and monochromatic OR sparkly and rainbow - seems shy from a distance but really isn’t - bitter about lots of things; chooses to cope alone in 'rational’ ways - religiously relies on to-do lists, which i find adorable - practices fiction writing by roleplaying and creating characters - hides nerdy side by acting professionally - uses fashion to make a statement - likes cute-creepy things - researches everything about a place before visiting - doesn’t mind friends who show up twice a year

intp

- has considered going to jail for alone time - routinely baffled by people - can’t play horror games, gets too much into it - unintentionally offends everyone - feared until seen as a dork, then is never again taken seriously - dreams of uploading the internet into brain and vice-versa - minimalist to maximize free time; wastes it by daydreaming - always late, starving, and sleep-deprived - can’t enjoy anything without also criticizing it - slow to understand dirty jokes - could spend whole life studying everything and achieving nothing - rebellious, always trying to 'hack the system’

enfj

- adores art in general; singing, writing, sewing, acting, painting… - makes getting along with everyone at work a priority - jokingly? uses terrifying memory to emotionally blackmail people - often stressed juggling many projects, lives on coffee - cheerleader sort. will fight you for wasting your potential - probably the most extrovert person everyone knows - more cunning than they present themselves - dresses to impress

enfp

- shows up with a meme after 6 months of radio silence - can’t stop talking yet insists they’re shy - has too many interests and projects. finishes anything by divine intervention - fascinated by fire and the color red, same for entp - acts like a dork but is sharp and opinionated - can’t do anything soulless, has to have ‘willpower’ and ‘inspiration’ - can’t see their natural talents - has serious regrets for someone still reckless - will name their children after videogame characters - Sinammon roll

infj

- piercing gaze is somehow also dreamy - trust issues. likes gathering intel before 'investing’ on someone and to have the upper hand - perfectionist whose work is never done - researches a lot before buying something expensive and then cherishes it - worries about seeming unapproachable - puts too much effort into planning their house decor - diplomatic as possible just before door-slamming people - never deletes anything from computer - surprisingly hard to please - loves shipping characters and people and analysing their compatibility

infp

- clumsy, may apologize to inanimate objects they bump into - loves photography/cosplaying/fashion but shy to expose themselves - idealized future is a coffee shop AU - serious fangirl/boy but dislikes shipping wars. has fanart folders - listens to surprisingly edgy music - surprisingly good with details, remembering dates, being on time, etc. but room is messy - people-pleaser but not a doormat; has a strong sense of justice - cherishes gifts forever - doesn’t like killing bugs but is fine with gory movies - kinda bonkers about cats

estp

- ambitious and restless, always looking for fun, opportunities, and shortcuts - has many friends and enemies - “hands off” kind of boss but overly critical when bothered - can’t end the day without pushing someone’s buttons - confidence is a two-edged sword - secretly soft for sweet people - too generous with their time and money - hates hypocrisy, but judges rule-breakers while being one themselves - blames the world when feeling stifled. sometimes disappears - reckless to the point that death/jail time would surprise no one

isfp

- wants fame but avoids attention like the plague - shares about 15% of their artsy side - great at being sneaky - collects pretty little trinkets - hopeless romantic. has stashes of love letters/novels/manga - loves animals but would rather die than touch a slug - loves fashion but is too shy to wear anything daring, slowly works on confidence and external identity - can be surprisingly cold - hates stress more than anyone - seen as a cinnamon roll even when being rude

esfp

- lives for the memes - gets away with everything. would probably get away with murder. - cannot hurt a fly (unless drunk and doing stupid shit; actually, sometimes bites) - never seen truly angry, ever - ideal habitat is hippie/surfing camp with a nearby nightclub - loves all animals, especially silly-looking ones - becomes driven when the situation requires and when stressed - always moving and meeting new people out of boredom - good at games and plays for fun

istp

- likes the idea of the military/police but has trouble following orders - oblivious when being flirted with - carefree but reliable when it counts (and not pranking you) - quiet and even quieter when moody. hates failing and being unable to fix a situation - a genius at whatever they put their mind into (for two days tops) - wears the same jacket everywhere, sometimes doesn’t comb their hair, sleep schedule is nonexistent - good at games and plays to win

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Hello again! I'm so glad you're back!! I've read your yandere scenarios and MAN did they give me the chills!! And it fits the characters PERFECTLY!!!

I was wondering if you may do a Marco Yandere one? Not necessarily platonic, but the cringy cliche romance that yandere stories usually have. Thank you!!

I'll be fair with you reader, I couldn't go any further than what I've originally written. Didn't want to go off character too, butttt I hope you enjoy it tho.😎

Yandere Marco headcannons

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° S/o is reader

° Spoiler free

° SFW

°° Here's an ordinary stereotypical Marco: Chill, laidback, workaholic (ironically enough), and pretty mundane. It's as if nothing in the world could faze this bluebird. A man who knows exactly how to lighten your mood, make you laugh, and keep you relaxed for the day.

°° Even for a yandere version of himself, he's still utterly unfazeable.

°° All nice and well till the issue includes you, the only other line he will not tolerate anyone crossing. Under such circumstances this man, will show absolutely NO mercy.

°° The moment you show a sign of discomfort, his sharpened instincts would have caught on the rest of the story. You tripped and fell down? Ah no problem, he'll passively scold you and treat your wound, maybe add hint of mushy teasing to it.

°° Oh boy. Someone caused you harm? SOMEONE? The silent treatment that he'll give you for the rest of the hour means danger, bloodlust, a straight out death-row to that daring bastard.

°° You think he'll tell Pops about it? It's far-fetched. Marco knows involving Whitebeard is a waste of time and effort, the old man will be more considerate in his punishment, regardless of how grave the situation is. That's why this angrybird will take matters into his own hands.

°° He'll calmly walk over to the assulter, his usual lazy stare is now unreadable, and using his HUMONGOUS height to tower over his enemy. By now, the man is already in tears, wanting to escape, but Marco grabs his hand and drags him away from sight.

°° What exactly happened after that... you're not sure. All you know is that the following day you woke up faceplanted in you're boyfriend's tattooed chest, his eyes closed and breathing consistently. And the so called "bastard"? You never saw a darn trace of him again, even asking about him lead you to nothing. He literally vanished, in one night.

"No need to bother yourself with it- yoi. It was a small matter and I took care of it thoroughly."

"But what did you exactly do?"

He ponders for a bit, smiling maliciously.

"I made sure to show him that you're mine. And.. MINE. ALONE. Is that clear enough?"

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nrhshm · 2 years

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Heyy! Idk if this is where you’re supposed to request so I apologize if it isn’t. I was wondering if you could write something about Zoro and a pregnant s/o??? Only if you’re comfortable with that ofc! Thank you 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Sup anon. Ask are open yeah~ I'll get with it quickly🤭🤭

Zoro with a pregnant S/o

○ S/o taken female

● Spoiler free

○ Sfw

A heartless beast of a swordsman? Not till his s/o shows him the positive pregnancy test... oh boy-

° You will be his one and only priority at the moment, postpone the swordsman dream for a bit, he needs to make sure you're safe at all times. Piercing eyes will follow you at all times, the moment you trip over something, he'd race to keep you away from the harsh impact. Some good ol' scolding will happen soon after, one smile from you and this tsundere's face will never get colder. He can't stay mad at you for too long, and you know that pretty well.

° Zoro will stand against his s/o wanting to leave the ship,

"I told you no! Anything you want I'll get it for you."

"You think I can rely on your sense of direction?"

"Oi!! I said I'll do it!"

"But the things I wanna buy are uh... personal."

"So? Just list them for me and I'll be off. Bandits are everywhere, I can't let you and our child get hurt."

° He will also be your self-employed bodyguard next to you, smaking Luffy to the head whenever he steals food from you, and his captain grumbly obliges.

° Sounds pretty uptight no? Wait till you hear the actual fluff.

° Napping will most definitely shoot up, there's just something about wraping his bulky hands around your overgrown belly that gives him comfort, he instantly relaxes and gets intune with the embryo's movements. Soon enough, a smile sneaks onto his lips, feeling a sense of protectiveness over his soon-to-become family. The moment you came into his life was something he recalls fondly, as clear as the day. And now, he has a new upcoming set of memories to add to his album.

° During nap times, Zoro's thoughts will drift off to baby names. What should they be called? Whether it's a boy or a girl, he knows that they'll take on the name of Roronoa, and the pride of a swordsman, they'll grow up under his care and influence.

'How far-fetched...' Zoro's smile grows. The baby's not even born and he's already thinking about their future! No. He doesn't want to ruin their childhood like that, he'll try to help them naturally grow, learn and live their life to the fullest.

° Pirates and Marines are sworn enemies, so expect Marines to be tracking the Strawhats and attacking them on the spot. Once the first cannon hits the Sunny, Zoro's attention whips to you. You fall with a hard impact on the ground, a nasty marine approaching you, Zoro's eyes widen in rage, and at this point he gets all yandere and instantly slaughters that asshole daring to lay a hand on you. Soon after all is said and done, the strawhats race towards your figure. Chopper takes the lead and immediately checks your body for injuries, then drags you to his infirmary for pregnancy checkups. The marimo, guilt and anger overwhelming him, leans on the door of that same room, patiently waiting for the said results. He'd refrain from eating, a dumbell in hand as he brings you a well cooked palate Sanji has made, swallowing in his heating rivalry with the cook and asking him for more.

° Zoro will NEVER leave your side. The moment you went into labor, he immediately rushed to find Chopper. You were in pain, and all that Zoro could do was hold your hand and whisper reassuring words to ease off the pain.

"You're strong, you're strong Y/n. You can pull through, come on-"

Of course, count on the ship's doctor to get things perfectly done, a wailing baby held gently in his arms. Chopper grins proudly at his achievement and hands the baby over to you, the crying mother as you hold you new bundle of joy as close as you can. Chopper cleans up and leaves to call in the others, Zoro on the other hand, was bewildered. You watch his widened eyes, his parted lips and rigid figure. It's his first time going through such an experience and let me say, he's a total mess of emotions.

You hold the child towards him, through your fatigue you manage to smile weakly. And he immediately rushes to your side, a hand holding yours, and the other carefully cradling the newest addition to the strawhats. The baby is instantly pacified in his fathers arms, clinging onto his shirt tighter. And almost reflexively, Zoro's other arm holds the baby closer to him, the feeling of protectiveness washing over him.

Flashbacks kick back in, that time you got injured by the marines, that time he failed to protect you both. His family, his new reason to fight and live. He grips the bed railings tighter, fist shaking and breaths getting deeper. A new resolve pinned to his billboard of thoughts, a new alteration to his mighty goal of his journey.

"I will become the world's greatest swordsman, to protect my family."

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How about- Zoro, Mihawk, and Ussop with a crush who has a beautiful singing voice but never showed it?

I have another prompt planned for Ussop and Mihawk, so I've gotta stick with the mosshead rn 🤭

Zoro hearing his crush's singing voice for the first time.

You were on watch duty, with all the others curled up in their fluffy bedsheets, snoring their dreams away. Things were all the same, the cool breeze ruffling the loose strands of your hair, the moon shedding it's magestic light onto the calm waves, releasing a nostaligic atmosphere. It had put you at ease, for once, knowing how much of a hardworker you are for the Strawhats.

You inhale the salty scent of the ocean waves, taking in the beauty of nature in every aspect. It is truely above all treasures to be found in this world, nothing can compete for such a pirate's rare moment to let down their guard.

Soon enough, you spaced off, your vocal cords went on auto-pilot. It begins with a whistle, that eventually went to humming, and then the tune goes off with the surge of mesmerising words. A full melody engulfs your surroundings, it was serene, it was rare and special.

Back in the crow's nest, the moss head was lifting weights. Your voice could've easily reached him if it weren't for the clinking metal bars and the sound of his own ragged breaths. Yet eventually, he did. Dropping the large barbell on the floor and immediately drawing out his swords, senses spiking, alarmed and merciless. He made his way to the window, spotting you directly under the nest, your hair was dancing along the sweet sound of your voice, eyes closed and swaying in rhythm with the song's tune. The crow's nest is meters high from the ship's deck, yet his sharpened sense can still hear you as if you are next to him. And lemme tell you this: it's TOTALLY bad for an ambitious swordsman to be such an emotional mess.

Unaware of his approaching presence, you keep swaying from side to side as your vocal cords comfortably bend to high limits, voice almost reaching the cosmos themselves. It wasn't until you finished your performance that your heard fading footsteps.

Only one person could be awake at this hour.

"Zoro?" Your eyes furrow in confusion. It took a while to hear a response from the said man, who finally peaked from behind the ship's mast. Reddened cheeks would have been spotted if it weren't night time.

"I got lost again." He blurts out. And for once, you found that hard to believe.

"From the nest to the deck? lost?" You raise a brow, hiding the fact that your heart was pounding in nervousness. Has he heard you? No one should know about your sweet talent...

Zoro rubs the back of his head sheepishly, pretty much embarrassed by his lame excuse. Silence overwhelmes the atmosphere again, and you both find yourselves staring across the endless horizon, relaxed and a bit too close to eachother.

"Actually, I uh...came to tell you somthing." He fumbles with words, a funny expression on his face. Noticing his unusual cracky demeanour, at this point, you couldn't help but let out a good laugh.

The marimo glances at your giggly figure, suddenly lost in thought. He doesn't know if he should be annoyed at the second-hand embarrassment or captivated with the scenario he's witnessing. You usually keep on a stoic alarmed expression, yet it's the first time anyone has seen you being so... carefree.

Zoro also knows he needs to step it up. A refined swordsman should know no fear, thus should be aware even of his deepest emotions. The man has taken a liking to you since the moment you decided he was your nap buddy, drinking partner, and sword rivals all together. You and him have so much in common and eventually, his feelings developed liken none before.

A breath in and a breath out, he gently takes your hand in his and turns you to face him. Mentally preparing himself for both outcomes, he looks at you right in the eye.

"Listen... I'm only gonna say this once okay?"

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