#Thatch X OC
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After a Crown for a Ring
This is the somewhat unhinged romcom order for myself based on my 'menu' for my Shake Date 500+follower event. Without the smut, I... I cannot write and post that and still come online ever again at this point in time (social anxiety for the win!), so ya'll just get the ridiculous build up.
That and I realized I had written over 2K just building up to smut. Why am I like this for this man???
So here.
Order: strawberry cake, gummy candy, sprinkles. Add in pink schnapps, jager bomb, white Russian, hot damn, and brain hemorrhage with a coffee and strawberry mochi.
Warnings: Yandere, technically kidnapping, and intended imprisonment until marriage agreement.
Thatch X Nikia (OC)
What can I say, he's a real romantic at heart.
word count: 2,490
The kingdom was burning.
Okay, so only some of the kingdom was burning. It was still a problem and there wasn’t much to be done at this point.
Nikia sighed, anxiously wringing her hands as she looked out over the balcony. She was trained for peacetime, not war. The weight of lives on her shoulders a distinctly uncomfortable one. So, she ordered her people to evacuate well before the enemy line made it to the capital city. Some stayed, too stubborn or loyal to go, but the rest fled quickly.
In theory, this is where her fiancé would shine. As a well decorated war general, this would have been his moment. He likely could have managed this whole mess swiftly and gotten a treaty signed. But he’d gone at the first sign of war to handle things and… he never came back.
Nikia shifted on her feet, wings fluttering behind her restlessly.
She liked Henrick well enough. Kind and deferential to her title without being a kiss ass. Older but not so old she worried he’d pass well before she ever would. They’d been arranged to marry next spring by her late parents but that clearly wasn’t going to happen now. And her envoys for peace went unheeded for reasons beyond her understanding. Spies, perhaps. Or perhaps just a lack of interest in peace. It was possible.
The rival kingdom was quite fond of conquering, so it was possible that this was inevitable.
And as queen she had to greet them.
There was a rattle of armor behind her as her personal guard, Minos, entered the room.
“Your majesty, they’ve made it to the pavilion.” She sighed, fussing with her skirts.
“Then I shall meet them in the entrance.” She declared, turning to walk swiftly through the halls, Minos glancing from under his helmet, hand on his blade.
“It’s not too late to run, your majesty.” He reminded her softly. She paused before the stairs, smiling softly.
“And go where? I can hardly pass as an unfortunate peasant.” Nikia sighed, extending her wings. It was something all royal family members had and became incredibly symbolic over the years, much to her frustration. “Besides, I have to try for peace one last time before the entire kingdom is razed. You heard what happened to Marineford.” She moved on, not looking at the portraits of her ancestors along the walls and artwork gifted to her family over the years. Marineford had, somehow, gotten hold of a prince and tried to execute him. It did not end well.
“Well, you haven’t acted against them before. And neither did your family! Perhaps this is just a show of force?” He asked, lengthening his stride to keep up.
“Well, they’ve certainly shown it!” Nikia grumbled. “The staff are safe?”
“No one wanted to leave.” He informed her.
Nikia stopped at the bottom of the stairs and sighed.
Perhaps she shouldn’t have spent her youth running around the kitchens.
She looked out across the hall where guards stood at the ready. Men she knew. Had watched train over the years in the courtyard. Personally knighting several when they’d become skilled enough to warrant the lofty title.
The sound of battle was faint but echoed over the empty hall. White marble draped in silk livery. The door was closed. But it wouldn’t be for long.
“Open the door and leave.” Nikia commanded clearly, though she knew only one part of her order would be followed. They hesitated, the two closest to the door looking back at her as she approached. Her dress trailing across the carpet. “We were never going to win this battle… so let’s get this over with.” Nikia stated, taking a sword from a kneeling servant. It was a mostly ceremonial blade, the one she had knighted several of those present with, in fact. Gemstones embedded in the blade and pommel, a flawless silver with golden leaves across the centerline. It could still cut, but was not meant to.
A bit ironic, really.
Pretty but useless.
The doors opened up, the sound of fighting pouring in as she saw the fight come to a screeching halt. All eyes on her as she tipped up her chin and walked to the top of the stairs.
She flared out her wings purposefully, letting them stretch out in the open air as she looked across the foreign soldiers. They seemed shocked. Perhaps they thought the ‘angelic royalty’ thing was a hoax. While she certainly wasn’t an angel, the imagery of her family line was no joke.
Now with their full attention she swallowed hard, gripping the sword.
“Congratulations. You’ve made a mess. Who am I meant to address?” She asked clearly, her voice ringing out.
A man stepped forward with a wide grin, wearing remarkably light armor and two blades in his hands. Amber red hair pulled back out of his face with a black goatee.
“That would be me, your majesty. Prince Thatch, captain of the eleventh division.” He dipped his head in deference but his eyes remained bold and amused.
“Well, since your kingdom insisted on dramatics—here!” Nikia called out, tossing the priceless blade down the stairs to his feet where it clattered with a chiming ring. He looked startled. “What? Did you expect me to fight you? What good would that do with an army still left behind? I’ve sent envoys for peace many times. We are not a country built for war, as you may have noticed while razing the countryside.” Nikia chided while walking towards him.
“Just like that?” Annoyance seeped into her.
“That desperate for a fight, are you? What, nothing to do back home, Prince Thatch?” Nikia hissed, flinging out her arms. “Besides, it would be a poor match. My weapon of choice is a bow.”
Though she had been tempted to shoot him from the sky.
He grinned, relaxing his stance and sheathing his blades as she approached closer.
“I think I would have liked to see that.” He mused, looking over her.
Her crown still in place over her curls, dark blue hair cut around her chin and braids of soft teal over her shoulders. Her dress trimmed close to her chest in silver silk lined with blue, trailing down her arms in wide sleeves. It wasn’t her most extravagant dress. But it was one she could run in, if need be.
“Too bad… so what now? Will you charge through my castle still or execute me first?” She asked, looking up at him. His expression softened.
“Now, why would I be so wasteful?” He asked, delicately picking up a thin braid and bringing it to his lips with a smile.
Nikia… wasn’t sure what to do with that. If they wanted peace, there were easier ways before this point. Hell, after the first battle where her fiancé was slain, marriage was suddenly a very easy and open option if they wanted.
“…Because you clearly didn’t want to sign a treaty?” She said in confusion. “And you clearly didn’t come here to talk.” She waved towards the still eerily quiet battlefield.
He laughed.
“Hah! I suppose that would be a little confusing on your part, wouldn’t it?” Thatch said before frowning thoughtfully. “I’m here for one thing. Where’s your king? Is he such a poor husband he makes his wife face an army to surrender?”
Nikia frowned.
“Uh…” Despite her many lessons, she couldn’t help the graceless sound that slipped from her lips. “… There isn’t one?”
Now Thatch looked confused.
“What?”
“What?” she parroted, shrugging her shoulders. “There isn’t one? There is no king? No consort either, before you ask… it’s just me? Who are you looking for—are you lost?!?” Nikia demanded, utterly baffled.
“You-You’re married.” Thatch said, looking down and grabbing her hand only to find it bare of any ring.
“No? I’m not?” Nikia insisted. “I mean, I would be… next spring. What the hell does it matter, why are you here?!”
“Fiancé then. Where is he.” Thatch looked around with narrowed eyes, like her fiancé would spring up from the shadows.
“Dead! In this stupid fucking war!” Nikia screeched, yanking back her hand. “What! Do you! Want here!”
“Then how are you queen?”
“Because my parents were king and queen?! And died—thanks for the reminder, ass.” Nikia hissed.
Thatch looked shocked before grinning.
“Oh.”
“Oh?” Nikia considered storming to her rooms and shooting him with a bow. She’d definitely be executed then but it would be worth it.
“Well, I’m here for you.” His tone shifted to something dark and she couldn’t help but shudder.
“Well… I’m right here? What do you want?!” Nikia stammered, taking a step back. Thatch grabbed her waist and pulled her in close, the familiar cries of alarm ringing behind her falling silent swiftly.
“My homeland makes allies in many ways. Usually treaties and exchanges. Sometimes even marriage.” Thatch informed her softly.
“That is… how most make allies, yes? Y-You’re freaking me out, what the fuck is your point?” Nikia questioned equally quiet.
“It’s seems there’s been a… misunderstanding. I’d been informed you were already married.” Thatch chimed in helpfully. “So, obviously, your husband had to go. And I couldn’t do that if we had a treaty.”
It took a moment. Nikia willing admitted it took a moment to understand what Thatch was saying.
Her face flushed.
“Y-You started a war to marry me?! No!” Nikia said, utterly horrified. “Absolutely not!”
“I gotta say, this is much easier!” Thatch chuckled, and in a move too fast to process, picked her up into his arms. Her wings flailed in alarm but it didn’t phase him in the slightest. “Fights over, boys!” There was a round of cheers and wolf whistles.
Apparently, it was only her side that was unaware of Thatch’s true intentions.
“Put our queen down!” Minos declared, drawing his blade. Thatch shifted his stance, still walking up the stairs with her on one arm, reaching for his own blade.
“No! You are not fighting this madman! Put me down, damnit!” Nikia screeched. A young man without a shirt clambered up the stairs and surprised her guard, the two engaging in a short fight before a column of fire erupted and left only one standing. And it was not her guard. Minos was, thankfully, still breathing.
The young man winked cheekily at her and Thatch before darting into the castle.
“No can do. Where’s your scribe, we need to square away the details.” Thatch commented breezily with a laugh. “Where are you going, Ace?!”
“I’m going to find the kitchen!” the young man declared over his shoulder.
“What details!?” Nikia asked, squirming to no avail.
“Our marriage, of course.”
“We are not getting married!” Thatch came to a halt at the top of the stairs, looking up at her smugly. Her guards were subdued on the ground, though thankfully not dead.
“Then I guess this is an armed occupation until we do. Where are your chambers?” He asked. Upon seeing her flustered but speechless, he looked towards a maid. “You there, miss? Would you kindly show me where the queen sleeps?”
“Why do you need to know that?!” Nikia hissed.
“I’m not locking my wife in the dungeons!” Thatch shot back, utterly offended.
“I am not your wife!”
The poor maid looked horrified and confused.
Thatch pouted at her.
“Then I suppose we’ll do it right here.” Thatch declared.
“Do what?” he grinned, reaching up to hook his fingers in the collar of her dress. Her eyes widened as her face grew hot. “No.”
“Yes.” He smirked and she couldn’t say for certain he was joking.
Nikia looked at the poor maid, utterly flustered herself.
“Show him.” The maid hurried, clearly understanding the innuendo before she had. “What the hell is wrong with you—we’ve never even met!—we haven’t met, have we?” She asked in horror as he effortless carried her up the stairs after the maid.
“No, but you have a lovely portrait.”
Okay, so he’s absolutely fucking mad.
“They’re paid to make me look good, what the hell is wrong with you?” Nikia asked, feeling a tad overwhelmed.
Her kingdom was invaded because a prince thought she was pretty?!
“Easiest money of that painter’s life. You’re already a work of art—thank you, you’re excused now.” Thatch said, stepping into her personal chambers as the maid nodded and fled.
He looked around in satisfaction and curiosity. Clearly eager to snoop around.
“Are you going to put me down, now?” Nikia asked blandly, feeling a tad resigned to the situation.
“You fit in my arms so well, though.” He pouted. “I suppose I should do it anyway.” Thatch sighed dramatically before setting her on her bed. He kneeled, looking up at her with a bright smile as she grimaced.
“…what now?” She asked softly.
Thatch reached up and pushed back her hair, settling his palm over her cheek.
“You agree to marry me.” Thatch smiled. “Until then, you don’t leave these rooms. Can’t have you running off. Or flying away for that matter.” Thatch looked at the balcony with a frown.
“You want to be king that badly?” Nikia asked. “You could always just oust me. It’s not that hard. Execution or banishment usually does the trick. Not that I want to die but… I just don’t get why you’re doing this.”
He hummed, looking back at her with a chastising expression.
“I don’t care about being king. Just your king.” He corrected her.
Nikia scowled.
“Then why do I need to agree to marriage? You’ve effectively conquered my kingdom already. I’d hardly be the first queen married without being asked. I didn’t even ask to marry Henrick. That was arranged.” She couldn’t help but point out. Upon his horrified look she rolled her eyes. “I’m queen, Thatch. My duty is to my people first. And for a secure kingdom, you must be married. I thought you were a prince and would know that.”
Thatch frowned, cupping her face in both hands as he rested his forehead against hers, staring deeply into her eyes.
“That’s not how it works where I’m from. I want you to want me. As much as I want you.” Thatch kissed her lips softly before standing up. “Even if it takes a little convincing. Get some rest. It’s been a long day, my queen.”
Thatch walked to the balcony doors and pressed his hand over them, mumbling a spell under his breath. Lights and symbols danced over the glass, forming a perfect circle over the handles. Locked now with magic. He grinned, pleased with his work, and headed to the door, bowing as he exited with a pleased smirk.
Familiar magic swirling over the wood as that, too, was locked. That wasn’t the only exit of course but, with her castle occupied, she could hardly escape regardless.
Just as trapped as she was this morning. Though infinitely more confused.
#one piece#shake date#thatch one piece#thatch x oc#imma curl up and die now this prompt was so good#yes i did decide with a random number generator#well i cheated a little#it wanted coworkers but in a royal au that would#they would#ya'll they'd be cousins and I can't do that#i wasn't writing my SI/OC dating a close relative#so i rolled again and it went for enemies to lovers and I could HANDLE THAT
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Thank you @mamamittens for letting me work with your lovely OC once again! I tried to add eveything you wanted <3 please enjoy!
Thatch x OC
Platonic friendhips with Marco and Ace
WC: 2,300
SFW
Pulling the blanket around her tighter she glared at the frost-covered porthole, gritting her teeth in a bitter attempt to soften their chattering noise. The room was silent apart from chittering teeth, and the occasional sound of large pieces of ice bouncing off the ship's hull. She nuzzled into the blanket, chiding herself for being so ridiculous sitting and quivering like a fearful child of the dark. She huffed some hair from her face and glanced across the room.
She needed to eat, a hot drink would help, and being near a certain mera mera owner would also go down a treat. It was a shame Ace was actively avoiding her, too annoyed at all the times she silently snuck up on him and made the man jump out his skin. The unintentional prank had been funny at first but she didn’t realise how much she relied on the heat he gave off and just existing around people until it had been a full week of travling this awful, freakish cold part of the world.
Her teeth chatter louder, her fingers feeling frozen as she painfully clutched at the blanket. As tightly bundled as she could she closed her eyes and thought over all the choices open to her. She couldn't just lay in bed the entire time the ship was stuck in traveling this abysmal winter ocean. She was already bored, something she had never feared before but now she was itching to be social with everyone or at least bask in their company and listen to the wild stories the others could come out with.
–
Wearing as many clothes as she could, huge blankets draped over her wings and yet they still felt the biting air itch through the feathers and prickle with malice on her skin. She sighed, her breath coming out in a plume of smoke. Her glasses had steamed up the second she stepped out. Everything about cold weather wasn’t fun, she wasn’t comfortable and just was not enjoying the experience.
She needed Ace but he was tired of being made to jump out of his skin. Maybe it was because they were never alone and it was always a source of great amusement for those around him and Ace had a pretty fragile ego and self-esteem. She never meant it though, but that didn’t make her feel any better about her friend's avoidance of the situation.
Maybe locating the fire imp of a man and apologizing would be enough to win him over and be allowed in his blissfully warm and cozy company. She wasn't the type of person to rush but she needed out of this bitter cold, heading to the kitchen like a ghost in the falling snow she found her way to the back door of the kitchen.
Opening the door, knowing it would be unlocked, the habits of the chefs sneaking out for smoke breaks remained unchanged no matter the weather. She’d even seen Thatch in the pouring rain trying to smoke on one of his harder, longer shifts.
She stepped in, glad for the rush of heat washing over her face, defrosting her chilly red nose and cheeks. Her wings flexed, the feeling going back to them and her fingers, wriggling them, glad they hadn’t fallen off in the trek to the kitchen. Maybe she was being dramatic but she really didn’t like this cold, feeling it deeper in her bones than most.
“Where’s Thatch?” She asked.
“Fuck m- Oh shit, it’s you.” The man said, hand to his chest and eyes wide before his expression shifted to furrowed brows and a sigh. Still not used to the commander's large winged and silent partner.
“I’ll get him.”
She nodded and sat on one of the benches along the wall, hands clasped in her lap, wings awkwardly against the wall as she tapped her foot, attention held by the movements as she basked in the heat from all the stoves and fires around her.
“Hey babe, heard you scared the shit out of Sim,” Thatch said with a laugh, about the only one who still found the jump scares hilarious even when it was him doing the jumping. He walked over and placed warm large hands on her cheeks and kissed her cold forehead.
“What can I do for you angel?”
“I need to be around Ace,” she said and saw Thatch’s brows quirked. “His heat, he’s a human heater but I know he avoids me now and I’m freezing. And before you ask ‘Why can’t you just stay in bed’ I don’t want to. I just need to say sorry to Ace.” She sighed but leaned into the hands on either side of her face, thankful for the warm and loving touch, melting into it.
“Hm, I don’t know how to say sorry to him other than give him food and I don’t have much spare before dinner today, getting to the end of the supplies so tryin’ to make ends meet a little more,” Thatch said and pulled away gently. She sighed and nodded, her shoulders sagged in defeat.
“Buuuut.” Thatch sat down next to Nikia, a hand on her leg as he hummed, acting like he was thinking of the answer to all her problems as he rubbed his beard thoughtfully. “Maybe the birds know how to give Ace a proper sorry, they are both in Marco’s office right now, I know that’s another trip outside but Ace is their boyfriend…” Thatch shrugged, rubbing her leg gently, smiling when she seemed to straighten, reenergized with options for getting her heater back.
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There was a knock at the door and Marco and Ray looked up at the same time, both using the weather to their advantage and getting a fire going in the corner, making themselves tea, Ray cuddled up in blankets in the big armchair while Marco was almost still in his normal state of undress, just a purple shirt replaced with a sweater. He ran cold after all, this wasn’t the hardest weather he’d ever had to deal with.
Ray mumbled and sent Marco a pleading look to step away from his book for a moment and go open the door, the pigeon's reluctance to move, his warm little self-made nest too good to leave. Marco rolled his eyes but his lazy smile never left his lips as he pushed away from the desk, walking over and opening the door. He saw Nikia shaking and trembling, snow started to catch in her hair and Marco tutted.
“Could have just come inside yoi.” He opened the door for her, amused at how Ray grumbled to himself and huddled into his pile of comfort even more. “Yes, well, wouldn't be polite would it?” Nikia replied in an after-of-fact response as she now stood in the middle of the office, feeling like a loose end before Marco spoke again.
“What do we owe the pleasure? Did Thatch hurt himself again? He needs to do stretches before he gets up to no good, he’s not a young man anymore.” Marco shook his head, clicking his tongue against his teeth and returning to his chair, flopping down and hearing the wood creek, feeling the chair slide back on the floor as he kept his eye on her, wanting to see the reaction that would surely be clear as day.
He could feel his grin growing into a full smug smirk when they did their usual tells of being shy and nervous. Marco always liked to make people squirm a little. “Nothing like that,” she said and pulled at her sleeves, playing with the loose thread on one of them, avoiding eye contact with them both as a red blush splashed across her cheeks, she was glad the cold had already pinched her cheeks into a red glow, would be hard to tell that Marco had his prize of getting a rise out of her.
“I need to find Ace and I also need to figure out how to say sorry to him.” She wrung her hands together, trying to make it seem like just a simple attempt to keep her hands warm. “But I don’t know how.” She said another shrug, her wings twitching, almost knocking off their covers.
Ray sat in his pile of blankets and glanced at Marco. “I think he’s with the Spades in one of the playrooms, cards or something.” He said and Marco nodded “Deuce pulled him away a few hours ago, I don’t think he’d have moved from that spot either… and as for saying sorry…” Marco rubbed the stubble at his chin, grinning, a sly smirk on his face. “Well, the way we say sorry to him always works.”
“Marco!” Ray threw a cushion across the room, falling short of the doctor. Nikia could feel herself smile, another reason why she loved her life on this boat, despite it being in the coldest ocean she’d ever had to endure was the warmth of her crewmate's hearts.
Simple actions like this made her feel at home. She rolled her eyes at the two birds and waited for more constructive help. Crossing her arms as she ambled over to their fire, careful not to let a wing get too close to the dancing flames, she wanted to be warm but not that warm.
“I have an idea, something Ace made when he was annoyed the last time you made him jump, that time he set fire to the sails, remember?” Ray said watching Nikia pause in thought, nodding. “Let me just..” Ray managed to pull himself from his shroud of warmth enough to cross the room, going into what the doctor lovingly referred to as his junk draw with how messy the Phoenix was it might as well have been his junk office.
Ray pulled out a bracelet, it was purple, blue, and white string braided and every so often there was a bell. Ray waved it in the air, the tingle of the bells catching her ear. Everyone always joked about putting bells on her, seemed Ace had been irritated into creating said accessory.
“Maybe head down there wearing this yoi.” Marco suggested as Ray handed it to her. She looked it over, it was at least pretty, and well made, not something she thought Ace’s level of craftsmanship could conjure up if she was being honest with herself.
“This is cute,”
“Yeah, he sometimes makes little bracelets like this, we have one each just without the bells. Ace might be annoyed at you but he doesn’t go to the effort of this kind of thing unless he likes you.” Ray explained as she held out her wrist, watching him attach it.
She shook her arm and enjoyed how it sounded, touched at Ace’s thoughtfulness despite his ire at her tendencies to pop up silently and cause him to accidentally commit acts of arson around the ship. She thanked the two and headed off, the desire to be warm and to make amends with the commander flowed through her steps as her pace picked up.
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“You have GOT to be cheating,” Deuce sighed and tossed his hand on the table, watching as Ace grinned at him, collecting up all his winning chips before he heard a tingle of bells, familiar sounding bells. He turned to face the door, seeing Nikia. The first time he’d not been spooked.
“Hey Ace, can I talk to you?” she asked and he nodded, excusing himself from the table and heading over to her.
Nikia could already feel how nice and warm the room was, how just standing near Ace made her feel warm and soft. Like she didn’t even need to be in so many layers, he also must have been purposely putting out extra heat for the sake of his friends because no one was covered up, acting like the world wasn't ice and snow.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry for always scaring you and I’m sorry that you feel you have to avoid me now, but look.” She jingled the bells and his eyes fell to the bracelet he’d made.
He ran a hand through his hair, watching the bells catch the warm light in the room, sparkling like gems against the bright colorful cord he’d used. He put his hands on his hips, pulling his eyes from the bracelet, making himself stare into her eyes, how sincere she seemed even with her usual calm and quiet tone.
“Do you like it?” He asked.
Nikia took a second before she realized what he meant, she nodded and did another wiggle, the sound pleasing to her ears. “I do, it’s very pretty, thank you.”
Ace scuffed his boot on the floor, hands in his pockets as he mumbled, not used to being thanked, despite how far he had come, and how much he had grown, there were times he would simply be that awkward boy that didn’t know how to handle postivity. He shrugged it off “Don’t mention it, least I can hear you now huh?”
“Do you forgive me?” She asked, hopeful, Ace nodded, taking a hand out of his shorts so he could pat her shoulder. “Yeaaah, I think so.” He teased a little. She was happy, glad she could make amends and get to bask in the warmth that surrounded him.
Later that night she was joined by Thatch, his strong arms pulling her into his chest as he kissed every inch of her face gently.
The way she blushed when the spade pirates had made her part of their playful banter which heated her cheeks up more than Ace’s devil fruit did. She smiled and just fell into Thatch’s embrace. Feeling comfy in all the warmth and comforts.
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HEY! HEY! HEYYY! IT'S MEE
Anyways today is now birthday 😍🎂 (A.k.a April 4)
Can I request a whitebeard pirates x fem child reader?
Like the reader is like nezuko from demon slayer
Let's say that reader comes with ace to find a cure
So basically ace was figthing jinbe and whitebeard arrives and then ace and whitebeard starts fighting until ace pass out but before ace can pass out reader attacks then because she's very protective of her family 🥺
Then they basically distract reader so that they can aboard ace into the ship then out of nowhere reader starts running around because the sun was rising and she has no option but to go with the whitebeard pirates
So basically everyone was suspicious because why was reader wearing a muzzle? And why does reader only comes out in the night or stays in shades?
But if anyone tries to question ace gets really defensive because he thinks they'll kill reader because she's a demon
So in the end whitebeard first found out then Marco then thatch (f u Blackbeard) then izou then everyone?
Thank youuuuu ✨✨
Demonically adorable (Whitebeard pirates x f!child!reader!)
A/N, im not gonna lie cosmo, I was totally gonna skip this one and leave it for later but I got to actually reading and looking back at when ace joined and omg the ideas just started flowing, some things are not exactly as your prompt or don’t go as in depth so I really hope you enjoyed this, because I certainly enjoyed writing it
Reader here is replaced by dokucha which stands for Reader in Japanese
Dividers by @/saradika
Dokucha's eyes widen as she runs towards Ace, trying to shake him awake, growling at the giant in front of them
“Hmm? So he has a little brat with him?”
The only response he receives is the sound of hisses and growls behind the child’s muzzle
“Back down, Dokucha, you’re no match for him…my father’s rival,” he grunts out
“I won’t lose,” he growls, beginning to stand up and ignoring the worried fussing of the child
“Heh, so you've still got some fight left, huh? Look, I'm not going to kill you today; you are far too valuable to someone to die here”, the man said, gesturing at the small child next to him
“Join me and become my son,” he says, reaching out his hand to the flame man
“Don’t screw with me, old fart,” he growls, slapping his hand away and launching himself toward the Emperor, only to be knocked back
Dokucha let out a sound close to a cry as she ran towards Ace, trying to shake him awake once again, snapping her head up at the sound of Whitebeard’s steps approaching them
She growls, standing in front of Ace, shielding him, her eyes shrinking to slits as the man continues to approach the two, her eyes glancing behind him as a blue flame approaches them
She watches as a blue flame grows closer until she is able to discern the shape of a bird landing next to the man
“Are we taking him with us?” He asks, glancing at Whitebeard
“Yes, he’s knocked out. He will be no problem, but I reckon the little one won’t go as easily.”
“I can handle her, Pops; Thatch will take care of the boy and his crew.”
“So I said, but you aren’t making this easy,” he sighs, evading another lunge from the girl
“And here I thought the other one would be the troublesome,” he spoke, catching a kick that he sent his way and pushing her back
She catches herself, gripping the ground with all fours as she immediately leaps towards him again, growling at him and showcasing the sharp canines now on full display, the muzzle long gone as her body begins to mature rapidly.
He quirks his head at that,
“That body of yours, is it the Toshi-toshi no mi?” He questions, flying out of the way to avoid her attack
She grits her teeth, looking at the airborne phoenix, preparing to jump up to meet him in the air until he suddenly flew down and trapped her between his talons
He hums, glancing at her expression, noting how the angry expression she had worn at the beginning had shifted to a worried one as she kept glancing around, presumably looking for Where they had taken Ace
“Hey,” he calls, frowning as she ignored his call as she tried to free herself
“Oi, Calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you,” he hollered, trying to settle her down
“You’re just trying to protect him, right?”
She pauses her attempts to free herself at the question
“We’re not going to hurt him; all the contrary, we want to help him,” he explained, huffing as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously
“I promise,” he said, returning his upper body to his human form as he raised his hands in a surrendering motion
“Listen, how about I take you to him? You can stay with him, and we can talk about this in the morning.”
She looks at him, nodding, as her body slowly returns to her original childish state
He kept her for a few seconds, trying to determine if she was really giving up, removing his talons when it was clear she had no more fight on her
She yawned, glancing around her to take in the room she was in; remembering the events of last night, she jumped off the bed, grabbing her umbrella, and poking her head outside of the room.
“Hey, pumkin’, I see you’re awake,” a voice pipes in
She looks towards the voice, spotting a man dressed in Chef clothes smiling back at her
She looks at him for a few moments before reaching one of her hands towards him, opening and shutting it as her other hand held the umbrella
He grins and easily picks her up
“What’s with the umbrella sweetpea?”
She points her hand up
“Hmm? The sun?”
She nods
“Are you sensitive to sunlight?”
Another nod
“Well, I’ll be damned, Marco did mention you were quite unique,” he said, looking her over, deciding not to comment on the bamboo piece between her teeth
“But just as cute, aren't ya, darlin?” He said, tickling her neck
Muffled giggles escape her at the action as she nuzzles deeper into him, trying to escape the sudden attack
They both turn at the sound of a door slamming open, looking as a disheveled Ace left the room, looking around, confused
“Looks like sleeping beauty finally woke up; how about we go say hi?
She leans the umbrella against his shoulder to free her hand as she pulls at his clothes
“Something wrong?”
She points at Ace, puts her hands together, leans her head against it in a sleeping motion, and then puts her wrists together, joining and separating her hands
“A sleeping crocodile?”
She shakes her head, repeating the motions
“Are you… are you trying to say he is snappy when he wakes up?”
She beams, nodding her head
He snickers at that
“I like you,” he said, walking closer to Ace as he threw himself against the walls of the ship, sliding all the way down and gripping his head only to snap it up at the sound of Thatch’s voice
“Hey, there; I'm Whitebeard’s fourth division commander, Thatch. I'm a good friend to have if you’re going to be joining us he said, sitting down on the railing, gingerly placing Dokucha on his lap
“Shut up!” He growls
“And give me back my sister he said, standing up and snatching the small girl from him, returning from his previous position as he hugged her
“Hahaha! She was right; you are kind of snappy when you wake up,” he teased as he continued to explain what had happened when he passed out, teasing him further when he questioned the lack of restraints on him, replying that such a thing was not needed on him.
The next few weeks were but a blur to the small girl, every day following the same pattern for a while. Every day, Ace would ask her to stay behind as he would go after Whitebeard only to be launched back repeatedly. During these times, Dokucha took to bonding with the different brothers on the ship, as they cared for her when Ace was busy with his assassination attempts.
“How many times has it been already?” Questioned Vista as he watched as once again Ace was thrown out of the Captain’s quarters
“More than a hundred”
“How could such a sweet thing be able to deal with that hothead, always madder than a wet hen, ain't that right pumkin’?” Thatch questions as he bounced the small girl on his legs, smiling at the muffled laughs that escaped her.
“Stop moving so much, Izou,” grumbled as he continued to work on the girl’s hair upon her request
“There you go,” he said, backing up with a smile
She beamed, jumping off Thatch’s lap and twirling around, showcasing her new hairdo
“Say, how come you wear that muzzle all the time?” Someone questions
“Mind your own business,” Ace grumbled, dripping wet as he passed them and snatching the small girl up as he went, who gave the men behind her a wave as she left
“I think your brother should be about done with his daily attempt. Should we get this to him?” Marco questioned the girl on his hip as his other hand held a bowl of soup, smiling as she bounced her head up and down
He chuckles at the action as he exits the kitchen and walks over to the spot where Ace laid, gently putting Dokucha and the bowl of soup next to him
A whine escaped the girl as he left, running after him as he took his leave
“Hey, what’s wrong? You can stay here with Ace. “ his actions differed from his words as he picked up the child again
“Tell me, why do they call him pops?” Ace grumbled, watching the interaction between the first mate and his sister
“Because he calls us sons, it’s just a word, but it’s nice, isn't it? Most of us are hated by everyone and don’t have families of our own, so that alone means everything to us,” he said, watching him for a moment and sighing, walking over to him and kneeling down, placing the girl next to them
“Hey, when are you going to stop this? I'm sorry to rain on your parade, but you aren’t strong enough to kill him, so you have two options: leave and start anew or stay and bear Whitebeard’s mark on your back,” he spoke
“Do try to keep your sister in mind when you make your choice, will you?
I do hope you decide to stick around; we’ve grown fond of the little miss.”
Ace found himself deep in thought; it seemed like only a day ago he had been mulling over if he would stay or if he would go; now he found himself mulling over if he should become a commander under Whitebeard or not; he glanced behind him as Dokucha ran circles between Marco and Thatch, the men struggling to keep up with her zigzagging.
He sighed as he made his final decision.
“Dokucha, come here”
So I don’t have full fledged scenarios on the reactions the crew members would react to the news but I do have already thought out how they would react so maybe I can do it in a headcannon format? 👀 Also I really tried to lean in into southern Thatch, without making it too much, what do yall think?
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@imaginarydreams
@amethystviolin
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#oc x whitebeard pirates#whitebeard pirates x child!reader#whitebeard pirates x reader#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece imagine#one piece fluff#one piece x child!reader#whitebeard x reader#oc x thatch#thatch x child!reader#thatch x reader#thatch#thatch one piece#izou x reader#marco the phoenix x reader#marco x reader#ace x child!reader#portgas ace x you#ace x sister!reader#whitebeard pirates#izou one piece#ace x y/n#marco x you#marco op#one piece marco#vista x reader#vista#whitebeard one piece#whitebeard crew
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Princess Mina’s story💎
More NextGen stories to come…
#disney#disney next gen#next gen#disney fanart#fanart#next gen oc#original character#disney atlantis#milo thatch#kida#milo x kida#next gen scenes#digital artwork#disney atlantis the lost empire
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So... my bday is in two days.... so I drew myself a treat.... 🥖🥞🌶
The things I would allow this man to do to me is unimaginable....
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Emri saved her life and got injured in the process but she didn't mind. She was focused on keep Peg safe, the blonde woman was both confused and grateful "why did she helped me? she and her friends were here for a treasure" she told herself, but the truth is that Peg was the real treasure that Emri had found this whole time, and she caught feelings for the princess, god she was even willing to leave behind her life as an arqueologist to join her on the empire if she had the chance
Silveroceanshipping but Atlantis AU, happy valentine's day btw!! 💕💝💘
#my art#lego ninjago#clutch powers#yuno draws#ninjago oc#ninjago#art tag: wildfree angel#ninjago clutch powers#emri powers#clutch's sister#the adventures of clutch powers#peg mooring#silveroceanshipping#oc x canon#atlantis the lost empire#princess kida#milo thatch
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I made some adjustments to the design of Talia Thatch, the daughter of Milo Thatch and Kida
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I like to introduce you to my newest OC Jane Bonnet, Daughter of Stede Bonnet :)
I used reference cheats from kibbitzer (idk if they're on tumblr)
If you wanna know more about her pls let me know ^^
#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd oc#our flag means fanart#ofmd spoilers somehow???#stede bonnet#edward thatch#edward x stede#ofmd lucius#ofmd frenchie#ofmd fanart#ofmd fandom#oc#own character
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how will hanna deal with the other members of the white beard pirates
Warning:SFW, oc x character (some mistakes so please ignore it)
Feat: Precious Hanna, White beard Pirates
Thatch
—thatch love's Hanna so much!!!
—they love to cook together, spend some time at the kitchen with ace and Hanna loves to learn so much about cooking (she is not that expert to it)
Ace
—Hanna and ace loves to go fishing with haruta, they love to listen into white beard's stories.
—they love to watch the stars at night and Marco let them be. Ace was like a little brother to Hanna.
Vista
—He will spar with hanna in the style of swords! Hanna loves to do it too.
—Vista and Hanna loves to spar everytime they had a free time together.
Haruta
—Haruta and loves to spend time together talking into the small garden of Hanna.
—haruta loves to ask her about her life and Hanna loves to tell some stories about it. Having a small brother made her happy.
White Beard
—Like a father and daughter. Hanna loves to spend time with him cause Hanna's father died when she was only 5 years old.
—She loves to listen into a adventures stories of white beard. She often fell asleep on his lap. And white beard loves her like her real daughter.
Marco the phoenix
—As a her lover, Marco always take care of her. When he is the first one to wake up in the morning. He will stay there until his little dragon woke up.
—Kissing her forehead every morning. Saying i love your every time he sees her. Always there when she felt lonely and sad.
—He stayed at Hanna's side untill the day that they get married and became one.
#One Canons#one piece oc#Oc x character#my oc#precious hanna my oc#kazenomegaminowanpisu#one piece#hannaemeraldwhitedragon#Marco the phoenix#thatch#ace#haruta#vista#White beard#writing#one piece canons
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Drunken Love
Summary: Ace, Thatch, and Jozu birdnapped Marco to drink with them. Poor Hanna have to deal with the drunken consequences.
Sitting on the couch were Marco and his wife, Hanna. They were currently spending quality time together by watching cheesy romantic movies from the 90s. The blond husband was lying down on the sofa while his beloved wife was on top of him, their gazes fixed on the screen before them.
Hanna went to grab some more popcorn but discovered there was none left. "Aw, shucks! We ran out of snacks!" She pouted, fidgeting with the empty bowl. She sighed sadly.
Marco chuckled before grabbing the bowl from her hand, kissing her head as he slowly sat up. "I'll go make some more-yoi." He went to get up, letting Hanna sit by herself. "Don't miss me too much, love."
"I won't!" The black-haired wife was too engrossed with the movie to look at the blond going to the kitchen.
Getting a bag of uncooked popcorn, Marco proceeded to put it in the microwave and watched as it crackled in the heat. Too mesmerized by the scene, he failed to notice an unknown presence in the kitchen with him.
*Ding!*
"Okay, it's cooked now-yoi." He pulled the popcorn bag out of the microwave and was about to put it in the bowl just to be grabbed from behind. "MHMPH-!" He struggled from their hold, his mouth covered by their hand.
"Yosh! We got the pineapple man! I repeat, we got the pineapple man!"
'Thatch??' Marco's eyes widened, recognizing one of his sworn brothers.
"Let's get out of here, Thatch!"
'And Jozu??!' The blond tried to get out of the bulky man's grasp but failed due to the strong hold on him.
"Okay, Jozu! Let's go! Ace is probably outside with his car!" Hastily, Thatch and Jozu went out of the house through the backdoor, the poor pineapple man in their grasp.
'What the fuck is going on?!' Marco thought as he and his 3 idiot brothers drove away from his property.
'I hope Hanna won't get too mad at me-yoi.'
........
"4 large mugs of booze, please! The strongest kind you've got!" Thatch told the bartender before sitting down beside his best buds. "It's been a long time since we've got together, huh?"
"Yep. You got that right." Ace chuckled, eating the food that he ordered earlier. "Mr. Pineapple Husband here is too busy with his married life to drink with us! What's up with that?!" He pouted. Marco huffed.
"Well, Mr. Narcoleptic Dunce, it's a husband's role to tend to his beloved wife-yoi." He hissed irritatedly. "Still can't believe you idiots kidnapped me just like that! Hanna would get worried!"
"I already told her and she said okay," Jozu said. "She just told me to get you home if you got too drunk."
The blond husband huffed, watching as the bartender put their ordered drinks before them. "Since when did I get drunk-yoi?"
The three exchanged knowing grins as Thatch cackled evilly. "Since now."
........
And just like magic, Marco did get wasted. Awfully wasted.
He wasn't exactly sure when their little get-together started or how it ended because he was too drunk to be aware of the fact that he was back at his house. Not until his cheeks were pinched angrily by a certain woman.
"Fushichō Marco! How did you get so drunk?!" Hanna scolded, continuing to pinch him. "You never get drunk before!"
"Sowwy," Marco whined, surprising his bewildered wife. "Didn't mean to!" He pouted.
Hanna blushed, looking up at her drunk husband acting like a kid scolded by his mother. To think the usually mature man would be reduced to this! "Oh my gosh, you really are drunk Marco!" She exclaimed, taking in his state.
Marco rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, averting his gaze away from his beloved wife. "Mhm. Sowwy-yoi." He hic-ed, slurring his words.
Hanna let out a sigh, pulling the blond's hand, tugging him to walk with her. "Come on, love. Let's sleep."
As the ever-obedient husband he was, Marco trailed after her, drunkenly stumbling on his feet. His wife held tight onto him, afraid that the blond might fall on his face.
After a while, they arrived at their bedroom. Hanna instructed Marco to stand still as she handed him his pajamas, helping him to change with them. Some struggling and drunk giggling later, the couple finally settled under the bed's covers.
The blond snuggled against his beloved, smiling. "Nighty-night, darling." Marco kissed her forehead lovingly. "Love you, Hannah."
"Love you too, sweetheart." Hanna smiled softly, hugging her husband tightly.
Some minutes later, Marco turned to lay on his side, facing his wife. "Hey~ You awake-yoi?" Annoyed, the black-haired woman opened her eyes, looking at her husband in confusion.
"Yeah. What do you need, Marco?" The said blond giggled, looking at her excitedly.
"Did you know that I have an amazing wife? She's gorgeous too-yoi!"
'He's still drunk, huh? The dork.' Hanna rolled her eyes at him, her mouth curling up in amusement. "Oh yeah? What does she look like?"
Marco smiled, his blue eyes sparkling at the thought of his beloved. "Well, she has this smooth and silky black hair that I always love to weave my fingers with! And a pair of amazing onyx eyes that sparkles like the stars! Her skin was soft and smooth to the touch too! And her smile? God, I love her dazzling smile-yoi!" He sighed dreamily, failing to notice how red Hanna's face got. He then fell asleep after that, snoring softly.
'God. This man.' Hanna smiled, kissing her blond husband softly on his temple before falling asleep after him.
........
When Marco woke up the next morning, he found himself alone in bed. Sitting upright, he scanned his surroundings, only to find the room empty save for him. The clock read 6:47 am and he immediately groaned loudly, flopping backward and covering his eyes with his arm. 'Fuck this hangover.' He groaned.
"Rise and shine, my dear husband!" Hanna appeared in the room with a glass of water and a pill of Ibuprofen.
"Ugh... Thanks, sweetheart." Marco grabbed the things from her hand and ate the pill before gulping down the water. After that, he looked at the black-haired woman who was grinning mischievously at him.
"What's with that look-yoi?"
Giggling, Hanna smirked. "Let me tell you what happened last night..."
Marco listened to his wife recount the events that took place last night, his pale face reddening intensely from each embarrassing action he did.
'Note to self: Beat those idiots' asses later.' Marco groaned, flopping back down on the bed, face burning as Hanna continued to tease him.
'Yeah, I'll beat them later-yoi.'
A trade with @kazenomegaminowanpisu ! Hope you like this, sis! ;)
#kazenomegaminowanpisu#portgas d. ace#one piece thatch#diamond jozu#marco the phoenix#one piece marco x oc#marco the phoenix x oc
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Roleplay opening ((poly dating rp you like both zima and milo))
Milo was reading a book as milo saw that zima cooked some food for him
Zima : here milo
Milo : thanks zima I appreciate it your cooking is always great
Zima : awww your so sweet!
Zima kissed Milo’s forehead
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My self indulgent art piece with OC Nikia and Thatch with that cute little au version I mentioned yesterday... This morning? Whatever. Nikia makes stars instead of changing size in this.
Ignore her other hand please, the angle is horrendous for drawing and I could not be bothered to change it when I realized.
One day I'll figure out how to draw body hair... Not today though.
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Thank you so much @mamamittens for the support and I hope I did your OC justice! This was fun and I am super proud of it <3
Thatch x OC
SFW
WC: 2,300
Smoke break, the brief and wonderful interlude between another wave of the crew coming in and stuffing their faces full of food. He leaned on the wall and took that first perfect drag, exhaling and watching the smoke drift into the sky. Thatch loved this time of day, the sun was setting and the world was cast into a golden ambiance that filled his heart, he was a sentimental fool, he knew that.
But he loved it, he loved his crew, his family, the smell of the sea air, and the sounds of the waves. Sunset just had that little extra something that made every day feel like a whirlwind adventure. Marco and Izou often teased him he was full of imagination (which was ironic coming from a man who was literally a legendary bird) and he should stop reading his romance novels.
He could feel himself smiling as he thought about the teasing jests from the others. He gently tapped the cigarette ash from the tip, and he saw a white feather flutter from the sky, landing at his feet. He glanced up, expecting to see their newest crewmate, seeing a few seagulls loitering up along the masts, waiting to get closer to an island or to see what goodies the kitchen had to throw out that evening.
Nikia was new and he had to admit he was taken by her. The large wings always made her look like an angel. An angel that needed a bell around her neck, how someone with such big wings could move around unnoticed until it was too late, he’d never understand.
She’d caused Ace to jump a mile and set fire to the main sail when she first got here. He rolled his eyes thinking about the interaction, how Ace had been so huffy after, and looked at her like she was after him. Everyone had had a good chuckle at Ace and he never handled that well.
But, speaking of Nikia, he hadn’t seen her in the last few days, and he was keeping a lookout. He was always looking for an excuse to interact with her, she was shy, her humor cutting and dry. She was also a writer and he often tried to talk about the books he’d read with her but it seemed her taste was, of a higher quality than his smut as Izou had called it.
In short, Thatch had a little crush that was becoming bigger than he’d anticipated, not that he could tell anyone. A crew full of men? The gossiping and teasing would have been merciless and as much as he knew it was all in jest and it would roll off him like waves of the sea on the hull of the ship, she was different and he didn’t want to be part of the reason for any discomfort.
Seemed she was already having a tough time finding her feet and fitting in.
He threw the finished cigarette overboard and stretched, hearing and feeling the satisfied popping of joints as he sighed, It was time for another long stint in the kitchen.
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He’d asked a few of the other commanders if they’d seen Nikia and to his disappointment, he couldn’t get any new information from them, not even Marco who always seemed to know everything. He drummed his fingers on the countertop and stared out the window. He’d been keeping an eye on the mess hall all service, he was growing worried she was avoiding the hall. And thus not getting the food she needed, could have been for a plethora of reasons that he didn’t know about but as a friend, a crewmate, and more importantly, as a chef, the worry that she wasn't eating gnawed in his stomach and grew.
Thatch grabbed a basket he kept for the morning rush, where he’d display his fresh baked rolls, and started to pack up a variety of food left over from dinner, making sure it was still warm, covering each up in small containers. Making sure he grabbed a bottle of water before he headed off.
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“Yo, Thatch what’s with the cute basket? Going on a daaaate?” Ace said, a smirk on his freckled face as he turned around and watched Thatch walking past, clutching the basket, ready to fight Ace if he tried to grab at it.
“And so what if it is freckles?” Thatch laughed at Ace’s eye roll before he lunged for what he was carrying, Marco grabbed him by the loops of his shorts and held him back.
“Let Thatch have his date, at least he knows what it’s like to be romantic, unlike some people..” Ray said as he watched Marco lift Ace, tossing him over his shoulder as Thatch chuckled at the scene. “It’s not a date,” He shrugged his shoulders as he looked at the three, Marco and Ray gave him a scrutinizing look as Ace let out a HA.
“I bet you waaaant it to be,” Ace, not taking Marco’s manhandling as warning enough to drop the teasing. “Who knows,” Thatch said (Ace was right though, he very much wanted this to be a date but the need to make sure she was okay outweighed what he wanted)
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He started the door, why was his heart racing suddenly? He’d let Ace get in his head too much, he took a breath and tried to collect himself. So what if he liked her and wanted this to be a date? He just wanted to make sure she was okay and that she was eating..
I mean, it could be both things, right? His mind told him and he rolled his eyes at himself.
Thatch was locked into a staring contest with the door, his feet rooted to the spot as several things ran through his mind. In the end, he pushed the thoughts away, she might not even be in her room, she might be spending time in the library, hanging out with the off-duty nurses, anything. He opened and closed his hand, feeling clammy, out of character for him, he was normally so confident.
Wow he liked her, what was he? A teenager in love for the first time? He gave himself a mental scolding before he banged on the door.
There was nothing, no sound of footsteps, no shuffle of papers, or signs of life on the other side of the door. Maybe he was right, maybe she wasn’t in. He felt crestfallen as disappointment weighed heavy on his shoulders, making them sag.
“Hey, Nikia?” He called and strained to hear anything on the other side.
He sighed and turned to leave before the door opened, just a crack and he jumped, almost dropping the basket of food. She really had a way of scaring the living shit out of anyone, didn’t she? He tried to appear nonchalant as he turned and gave her what he hoped was a big charming smile.
“Hey!” He repeated and Nikia looked him over, eyes finding the basket before they swept back up, meeting his. “So, I thought you’d be hungry, I don’t think I’ve seen you get anything to eat since you’ve been here? Or at least the last few days?” He asked and she opened the door a little more, curiosity got the best of him and he tried to glance into her room but large fluffy wings blocked him from such a chance.
“It’s always busy in there and I don't want to knock into people with my wings.” She said and stepped out of the way, letting him into the room. It was neat and tidy, her bags still packed except for all of her books which lined the shelves.
And her writing equipment which splashed out over the desk in the corner where a lamp was glowing, fighting against the darkness that seeped in through the window. He stepped in and flipped on the light causing her to blink a little.
“Oh darlin’ don’t worry about that we have big ol men running around in the kitchen and dining room, your wings won't hurt nor bother no one.” He said with a chuckle as he set down the basket on the small table set in front of the comfy armchair.
“Hmm, it’s not so much that, I guess I’m just awkward.” She shrugged and flapped her wings, loose feathers gently dancing to the floor, joining a few others as she walked to her desk. “I also got distracted with writing… and a bit of reading..” She wasn’t looking at him now, too focused on what was on her desk, shifting through the parchment paper with words scribbled across it.
She bit her lip as she felt Thatch shift around her, he was unpacking everything in the basket on the coffee table. She watched all the boxes appear, a plate, a cup, and a container of water it seemed. She felt herself chewing the inside of her cheek. It was strange to her that this stranger, a new acquaintance was so concerned with her.
It was nice though, something akin to fluttering lifted her heart and made her wings fluff as he finished his task. “What are you writing? Anything I could have a look over?” He asked and she held the papers tighter, closer to her chest.
She didn’t really share her writing with people. But there was something about Thatch that made her want to, want to get close to him. Maybe she just felt comfortable around him. She handed him the rolled-up paper. He took it gently and opened it up, eyes roaming the words, she watched his expression with rapid attention.
“By the way, breakfast is from 6 to 8, lunch from 12 to 2, and dinner is from 5 to 7 in case no one gave you the rundown,” Thatch said, sparing a moment from being entranced with her writing to watch her expression. She always wore a neutral look, boarding on a frown but he knew that was just how people could be sometimes.
An advantage of knowing everyone on a ship this enormous was he had a taste for all the types of personalities that lived there. Never judged or assumed anything from anyone. He saw her nod in understanding as he went back to reading.
“Wow this is good, I’d read an entire book of this… the story seems familiar... Almost like I know the main character and you know what? I hope I get to know her, she seems great.” Thatch smiled and he watched how her wings trembled, puffing out a little as she stood there, eyes widening at his response.
He gently handed it back to her. “Really?” She asked voice soft, unsure, feeling awkward as they stood there, his nod settled her pang of unease but carried on lighting the warmth across her cheeks as he moved, gesturing to the food he’d set out.
“I can give you ya privacy, I know some people get nervous around new folks and people have all sorts of things and habits.” He leaned on the wall as she sat down in her armchair, brushing down her purple skirt, eyeing up the food, suddenly aware of how hungry she was.
“Thank you,” Nikia said and smiled, soft and angelic. “Any time,”
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Another smoke break, this time to calm his nerves. The interaction had been small, sure, and others (Ace and co) would tease him about how he was overthinking it but he didn’t care. As small as it was, he noticed her blush in the dim room, he saw the way her wings reacted. He was good at reading people, Nikia might have been harder than most but he still had the gift.
He blew smoke into the air once more, watching it sink into a now indigo sky. Did she perhaps also have the same, budding crush in her heart as he did? Was he overthinking it? His mind carried on spinning as he took another drag.
“Thatch,”
He turned and saw her, a grin on her face when he inhaled wrong, puffing his chest up and coughing. Taken completely off guard as she just grinned wider as he waved the smoke away from his face, trying to catch his breath. “Yeah?” he croaked and huffed, feeling all the fool he must have looked.
“Thank you for dinner, and thank you for reading my stuff…” She said as she played with the long sleeves of her sweater, feeling the baby-soft fabric on her fingertips, she looked ahead of him, out to sea, watching the stars in the distance.
Thatch calmed himself down, his lungs not burning as much from being startled. He threw the rest of his cigarette over the side as he turned to face her. “It was nothing, it’s my job as a commander and as a chef to make sure your fed!” He proclaimed with pride in his voice.
“And the compliments? Is that something a commander is meant to do?” She asked and her wings fluttered again when she noticed the look on his face, like she’d caught him out, delighted in catching him off guard again.
“That was all me… and I meant it..” He admitted, there was no use in lying, she was sharp and maybe he wanted to be caught out by her.. “Maybe there could be a place for a romantic side plot for the main character in my book..” She hummed in thought, adjusting her glasses, still watching the stars twinkle in the sky.
Thatch watched her, took notice of the way the evening breeze played with her wavey hair, the way her lips looked as the big grin faded into a softer smile. He gripped the rail, standing next to her and staring at the same point in the distance. “Yeah, I think I’d like to read that..”
It was his turn to grin when feathers fluttered to the ground.
#thatch#thatch one piece#one piece#one piece own character#thatch x oc#sfw#one piece x oc#one piece oc#thatch x own character
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The Little Stowaway Wanderer Chapter 1 (Whitebeard pirates x child!reader)
A/N This series is a reformatted series of my original child OC series, which I also posted; as this had to be reformatted to fit the reader outline a lot of things had to be removed and changed to better fit the mold, making it much shorter than the original one, but I wanted to post it since you guys seemed to really want that format and I want to make sure everyone feels included <3
Dividers by @/saradika
The young child has somehow found themselves aboard a ship, looking around the storage place, with only boxes to see and only the waves of the ocean hitting the
ship to be heard. The tranquility of the place gave them an inch of reassurance, however.
That thought and reassurance were swiftly shut down as chaos arrived in the form of two brawling men knocking into the stack of boxes right behind them, a squeal escaping them at their sudden entrance and collision, jumping away just as the boxes crashed down.
The two men instantly stop their antics as the childish scream echoes in the ship’s storage room.
“What was that?” questions Thatch
“It sounded like a kid?” Ace said, looking around and spotting a small child rapidly getting up from the ground; he stared at them for a few seconds before grinning.
“Oyaji is gonna be ecstatic; we’ve got ourselves a small stowaway!”
The child is quick to run away from the two Commanders, too spooked by the clash to stop at the call of the two pirates.
You see a large hand wrap around the bottom of the storage box you were hiding in and being slowly lifted.
Thatch lifts the box above his head so the kid is at face level.
When they make eye contact with Thatch, they see a bright, friendly, goofy smile.
“Heeey! Whatcha doing down there?” He says with glee, a big grin across his face, the corner of his eyes crinkling, and he raises his eyebrows, seeming to be having a good time
The child screeches, startling Thatch and causing him to lose hold of the box, dropping It to the ground; a whine escapes the child as she falls along with the box.
They back away until their back hits a wall, completely trapped. Nowhere left to go, they wait in fear, mind racing.
“Hey, Hey, we don’t mean no harm! We just had a bad beginning; we didn’t mean to crash into you like that. I’m sorry we must have frightened you, right?”
He takes one long, slow step to stand over them. He is much taller than most people and looks down at her as he squats down to their level.
They look up at him, taking in his words and nodding slowly.
Ace approaches them, squatting next to Thatch to stare at them.
“We really don’t mean any, nor did we mean to hurt you; we didn’t know you were there. Otherwise, we would have been more careful.”
They relaxed slightly at their words, but the progress of both men was quickly erased. A rough wave hit the ship, shifting the boxes that had tumbled in their previous squaffle the clash and crashing of the boxes, startling the child once again.
Reader squeaks, making a run for it, hiding deeper in the storage area.
Thatch and Ace turn to look at the small child.
Thatch frowns as he sees the girl run off.
He leans forward and glances at Ace.
“You ready?”
Ace takes one last look at the child before looking at Thatch, making a chasing motion with his hands as he takes off after them.
Ace’s footsteps shake the storage area as he takes off after them. Thatch follows up behind, still with a big grin on his face.
There we go! Hope you guys enjoy this little adventure; if you like it, be sure to visit my original version with my oc!
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