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alexa-fika · 13 days

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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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cyborg-franky · 3 months

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Com!

Com for @mamamittens I hope you like it, I had much fun!

Thatch x OC SFW Yandere themes

Nikia had been in town when the large ship the size of a city rolled in on the horizon. She stood there, her basket of shopping sitting in the crook of her elbow as she peered into the distance, everyone started to gather, a commotion forming around her. Some people knocked into her wings, and she let out an annoyed huff as she pulled her wings tighter to her body she slowly used her devil fruit power to make them smaller, and more manageable as everyone was getting excited around her, people recognizing the flag that billowed in the wind, the approaching crew apparently a big deal around here.

This was why she avoided mingling with the bustling townspeople, she liked to be up in the mountain, surveying her ice kingdom and keeping things in order. People and crowds just made her feel nervous, made her feel itchy and she couldn’t shake the paranoid feeling that she was just in everyone's way with her wings and cold demeanor.

Still, despite her annoyance and the unease creeping up her spine, she couldn't deny she was curious about the ship. She knew about the Whitebeard Pirates, that this was one of the many islands under their protection and she was grateful for that.

She’d just never been down from her mountain when the pirates rocked up. Watching the Moby Dick get closer, pushing through waves with such ease she found herself wondering what sort of a crew they were, they must have been loved going on the reaction of the growing crowd around her, the orchestra of cheers and whistles.

Nikia shook her head and started to weave through the masses, needing to grab a few more things before she went home, longing for the peace, her cozy little cabin with the log fire and shelf upon shelf of books she loved.

On the subject of books, she mused as she left the crowded space, ignoring the big ship and the crew starting to approach the dock. Treating herself to a new book was on her list while she was in town. She decided that was the first thing she’d do after getting everything else that she needed.

–

There were many pros and cons to living on an island that was known for its hot springs, the tourist trade was great for business here, even if it meant more work for her, finding those lost in the snow, those who got drunk and stumbled too far away from the resort, there was an array of reasons why she was called in to save those lost souls, those idiots, be it by nature of their stupidity.

The biggest pro for Nikia was because of the trade the island got it meant there were books from all over the world imported and she couldn’t get enough of them. She set down her basket on a nearby table as she picked up book after book, scanning the back, her eyebrows either twitched with interest or she glared down her nose at the information that didn’t stand up to her expectations of a pretty or fun cover.

The door opened and she didn’t pay attention, she didn’t hear the cheerful conversation between the new customer and the owner, nor the footsteps that got louder and louder, polished boots against wood, closer and closer to her.

She was in her own world as she flipped open the book clutched in her hands, busy reading the first few sentences, already decided she was going to buy this one and all the following issues of it, captivated by the premise, not to mention it would save her many trips back down the mountain. Sure the town was only a flight away but it did mean having to endure the crowds, the other big ‘con’ of the hotspring island.

Tourists everywhere.

Nikia’s wings bristled from the feeling of someone uncomfortably close, that was when her eyes flicked up from the page, peering up over her glasses and seeing the tall, broad man with a huge smile. She closed the book, eyebrows raised and her lips in a firm line, she had often been accused of looking ‘unapproachable’ because she didn’t school her expressions to fit what people wanted or expected.

“Hey,” Thatch said, hands on his hips as he pretended to look over the book selection, he had popped in to get one or two of his trashy romance novels but he’d found something better than half-assed stories that led to embarrassingly amature love scenes—a very pretty woman. The wings had drawn his attention, he’d watched her for a while, the way she looked over things before she nodded to herself, deciding she wanted it, the little actions and facial expressions captivating him.

“Hello,” she said, her eyes falling to meet his, never a fan of eye contact at the best of times, let alone when she didn’t think a stranger was owed prolonged eye contact anyway. “Sorry, I just got into town, we don’t have many girls on the ship, and wow, you're really pretty. “Thatch gushed and rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling to himself.

“Oh, your a Whitebeard?” Nikia asked as she picked up her basket, neatly arranging the items so she could slot a few books into it once she’d paid. She was proud of herself for managing to keep the blush from his compliment off her face, to not shrink as small as she could, and hide behind the nearest object like she so desperately wanted to, never able to take a compliment.

“Yeah, I am! Name’s Thatch and you are?” He said and held out his hand.

Thatch’s hand appeared calloused from years of working hard on a ship no doubt, they looked big and strong and friendly though she thought to herself. She wasn’t much of a handshake person but she was at least still wearing her gloves, she didn’t want to insult a member of a very strong and notorious pirate crew either. With that in mind, and her own desire to feel just how strong and warm his hand was she took it, shaking gently. She felt him close his hand, engulfing her smaller one.

But she was right, it was comforting. She took a moment to examine him, eyes focused on his nose, eyebrows, everything that made it look like she was meeting his gaze but secretly she was taking him in, putting a picture together in her mind of what this Thatch person was like just on this brief meeting.

“Nikia, I’m the head ranger on this island,” Thatch chuckled and withdrew his hand, arms folded over his chest as he tilted his head to one side. “Oh, so you're the one who looks after us tourists then huh?”

“Yes, so please tell your crew to either handle their booze or dig themselves out, it’s getting cold at night.” She hummed and walked past him, not seeing how he watched her walk, watching the sway of her hips, her wings. She was far too preoccupied with buying her books and conversing with the owner.

Seems he would have to ask the man behind the desk all about this pretty bird,

–

Thatch was a very friendly and easygoing man, people just warmed up to him in an instant. His broad smile and boisterous laugh that was just infectious and he was welcomed with open arms within mere moments of someone meeting him, that was how he learned so much about the woman with the wings, where she lived for example…

Everyone else would go to the hotsprings at some point so it wouldn’t look odd that he just showed up. He got in the cable cart going up to the resort, he should have brought a coat, foolishly eager to see Nikia again that no amount of chilly weather and cold winds would hinder him, he didn’t want anything to delay his progress in getting to see her, speak to her, be near her.

He was determined to warm the frosty bird and work his way into her heart. He was besotted and there were few things worse than a man in love, in obsession. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with his sudden and intense feelings for the woman he’d known for less than ten minutes, the heart wants what the heart wants right?

Maybe it was his nature as a pirate, whatever you wanted you were entitled to if you were strong and brave enough to reach out and grasp it. He rubbed his arms as he watched the cable car ascend higher and higher above the world, snow as far as the eye could see. It juddered to a halt and he opened the door, letting it swing open as he traded sturdy metal floor and slippy snow, almost losing his footing, a laugh at himself, breathy and low, visible in the chilly air as he glanced around and got his bearings.

–

Nikia smiled to herself, flipping the page of her new book, enjoying the afternoon with little incident. Her den den sitting on the table munching on a selection of vegetables while she enjoyed a hot pot of tea and cookies the hot springs owner had gifted her for her hard work. She looked out the window, seeing the steam from the hot springs dance in the air, meeting the falling snow. She sighed, content in this moment.

Just watching the serenity of the moment as she sipped her tea, she heard footsteps turning her head, expecting the kindly owner to greet her, asking if everything was okay until she was met with the pirate, Thatch was his name, right?

She shrunk in place, going down a size when he smiled at her, something making her heart thump harder. She wasn’t used to having such attention, the flirtatiousness in his every movement, smile, words, how his eyes twinkled with fondness as he spoke. “Hey, fancy meeting you here.” He said like it wasn’t all staged.

Nikia adjusted and set her tea down, she bit her lip, did she want company? Did she want his company? She valued her alone time but sometimes it did get a little lonely and he seemed so nice, such a charming man. Maybe it was the moment, the falling snow, the sound of wind chimes from the garden being tickled by an icy breeze, how at peace she felt that made her offer him a seat.

She didn’t even care that the woman who owned the springs saw them together and would no doubt be gossiping about Nikia finally spending time with a possible partner. Everyone was always so invested in others' lives, something Nikia could never understand. She brushed it off, wings twitching in agitation at the thought, though it was brief as Thatch sat down and complimented her once again, this time her hair. She brushed back a strand subconsciously and smiled softly.

Oh, he was a charmer, wasn’t he?

Even so, Nikia wasn’t the type to be won over so fast.

–

And true to form she wasn’t an easy win, they’d been docked for days now and Thatch spent all his time with her. Went for talks, looking for missing people together, just doing her patrols together where he did most of the talking. That seemed to work out though he’d noticed, she wasn't much of a talker but she listened, and didn’t miss a single thing.

He’d ask her about herself, about her life, her job and she would answer thoughtfully. Maybe she enjoyed his company as much as he did her. But the growing obsession, the love that was bubbling up in the man, fit to burst was getting impatient. He wanted more, needed more.

To hold her hand, to kiss her, to stroke back her hair after a night together, after watching her come undone. The ache in his heart every time they parted got harder and harder to endure, like a hand grasping his heart tighter and tighter as his devotion and need for her crashed like waves against the shore, slowly more consuming and deeper as time passed.

The last time they walked together, trudging through the snow as she kept a lookout for anyone in danger, in need of her help she had turned to him and asked “Why are you spending all your shore leave with me instead of enjoying the beach like the others?” and he didn’t know what to say at the time, as much as he wanted to blurt out everything, to confess, to fall to his knees and beg her to be his, he wasn’t sure she was there yet, or even close.

His reply had been a shrug and a chuckle “Because I like spending time with you,” it wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t completely the truth, after all, it was the tip of the iceberg for him.

Nikia seemed to accept that, he could have sworn she shrunk in stature, her wings twitching as her cheeks flushed a brighter red before she snuggled into the scarf around her neck, hiding away from his prying eyes. He could read her, she was slowly coming around.

Still, maybe it was time to seek advice on the matter. He didn’t want this week to fly by without the chance to sweep her off her feet, maybe coax her into joining him on the Moby, to adventure by his side…

Marco looked up when the door opened, seeing Thatch step in with a nod of greeting. Marco paused what he was doing, altogether setting down his pen when he heard Thatch lock the door. He watched as Thatch walked over, making purposeful strides before sitting in the seat across from him, the legs screeching on the wooden floor as Thatch dragged his seat closer to the desk. He set clasped hands on the wood, his thumbs wrestled one another as he thought just how to word this.

The doctor simply waited, his eyebrows raised as he leaned back in his seat as Thatch wriggled in place, which, amused Marco to no end, the lazy smile on his face soon stretching out into a wild grin as something flashed in his eyes. “Let me guess,”

Thatch looked at him, eyes narrowed as Marco made a big show of it, the way he tapped his lip and swiveled in his chair, back and forth, clicking his tongue and driving Thatch mad. “It’s the girl, right? Your pretty bird yoi.” the way Thatch reacted just lit up Marco’s face, the smirk taking on a devious edge as leaned forward to match the posture of Thatch.

“Yeah, how did you guess?” Thatch asked, genuinely impressed by his friend. “I see everything when I go for one of my daily flights yoi,” Marco said, watching Thatch nod. “Alright so, basically things are going well but too slow for me and we only have two days left here…”

Marco nodded, prompting to carry on. “And you want her to join us?” Marco added and Thatch sighed, “Yeah, but I don’t think she’s going to bite.”

“Sometimes birds do better in captivity than they do in the wild, they just don’t see it.” Marco slid his chair from under the desk, scooted it over to a medicine cabinet, and shuffled around, bottles clanked together as he pulled each out, squinting at the labels.

Thatch rolled his eyes, wishing he’d just concede to his age and wear his damn glasses. “Ah!” Marco pulled out a vial with a grin and rolled right back over, almost hitting the desk before he set it down.

“Birds like to be free yoi, but they also always desire a suitable mate.” He explained and watched Thatch pick it up, shaking the light pink liquid around in the glass, brows furrowed as he stared over it at the doctor. “It won’t hurt, it won’t do damage, it just helps to open one's eyes to what's good for them.”

“How do y- ya know what, I don’t think I wanna know,” Thatch said, seeing Marco shrug his shoulders.

Marco had been the right person to come to it seemed. Normally Thatch would never resort to such underhanded things, as a chef he would never even consider the thought of tampering with someone's food but he was desperate he was so hopelessly and foolishly in love with her.

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She landed on the deck softly, looking around, taking in her surroundings. She wasn’t used to being on boats but at least The Moby was so big she couldn’t even feel the sway of the ship, how waves gently rocked it. She looked at the lanterns strung up, giving a warm glow in the darkness. She folded her wings, shrinking them to a manageable size, years of getting them stuck in doorways made her very self-aware.

Nikia had agreed to meet Thatch one last time before he and his crew set sail again. She was annoyed at herself for having feelings for the handsome charming pirate. The way he laughed at her jokes, not many people got how dry she was, that her sense of humor was a little on the darker side of things, but Thatch did and it made her heart sing to see him crack up at her offhanded comments.

He was always so gentle with her too, the way he offered his hand to her when she stepped into the snow, she knew Thatch wasn’t worried for her safety, he just wanted to be close and in the last day or so she had allowed him such a thing.

“I’m glad you could make it,” she looked up and saw Thatch, smiling brightly and waving her over. “I can’t wait for you to try my food, I cooked you something special for our last night together!” He said an arm around her and leading her into the belly of the ship.

Something felt amiss but his smile was all the reassurance she needed.

#one piece oc x thatch #oc x thatch #yandere #sfw

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kabishkat19 · 2 months

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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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pancakey-haley · 9 days

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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....

#one piece fanart #thatch one piece #oc x canon #tw nudity #trigger warning nudity

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mamamittens · 8 months

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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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lauriewildfree · 3 months

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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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violetrose-art · 2 months

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I made some adjustments to the design of Talia Thatch, the daughter of Milo Thatch and Kida

#OC #Atlantis: The Lost Empire #Atlantis #Disney Atlantis #Milo Thatch #Kida #Milo x Kida #Redesign #My Art

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the-autism-girl · 1 year

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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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kazenomegaminowanpisu · 2 years

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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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bluskye-27 · 2 years

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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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kratosfan6632466 · 2 years

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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

#zima lurzo #my ocs #zima x milo #milo thatch #roleplay open

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alexa-fika · 16 days

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Hello Alexa! Hope your doing well as always seems like your not lacking requests so put the other requests before my own ♡

An idea came to me last night when I failed a test for the third time- and need to redo it, when I'm sad or something bad happens I go hide in my closet with blankets and pillows, like a child- so how would the whitebeard pirates or mihawk react to child dokusha hiding when their sad? Like their because they got in trouble or isn't allowed to go with the crew on an island and instead has to stay on the ship?

As someone who had gone through a lot in their early childhood I find these stories so comforting and sweet. I often find myself only opening Tumblr to see if you've posted. Remember to take care of yourself, because someone really cares about you♡

Solace and Comfort (Whitebeard pirates, Mihawk x gn!child!reader)

A/N Hey hey Holo! I absolutely love when you request and as a a ghank you for being such a sweetheart I went ahead and did both :) I also do the same thing, when im upset I like to find a closed or cozy space and just huddle up and hug my plushies. Your words really mean a lot, I appreciate them and it makes me so giddy.

Reader is replaced by Dokucha as a placeholder which stands for Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Thatch found himself in his kitchen, preparing the next meal for his Captain. He made sure to take into account his current condition and choose the right ingredients to alleviate it.

"Hm, should I use kale or broccoli for this one?" he inquired to Izou, who had joined him earlier to escape the rowdiness of the crew as he completed maintenance in his pistols.

"I'm hardly the person you should ask Thatch."

"Kale it is," he exclaimed, beginning to chop down said vegetable, the tapping of the knife hitting the cupboard echoing around the otherwise quiet room

"Regardless, it is about time we addressed it, isn't it?" Izou spoke, pushing the lock back in his flintlock, a snap resounding across the kitchen

The chef stops chopping the kale at the comment, glancing up at his brother and letting out a sigh, putting the knife down

“I suppose so.”

“How about it, Dokucha? Want to come out and talk about it?” The sniper called out, walking around the counter to stand next to Thatch

A few beats of silence filled the room after that statement until the sound of ruffling came from one of the cabinets in the kitchen as Dokucha slowly crawled out of it, a stuffed bird held tightly in their arms

“How did you know I was here?” They mumbled, drying their teary eyes

“You usually hide here when something happens,” Thatch answered, kneeling down

"You should consider branching out," added Izou with a smile

"Would you like a hug?" Thatch offered

They nod, running into his arms, cries escaping them as he crashes into him

Thatch hummed, wrapping his arms around them and picking them up, swinging them from side to side for a few minutes until their cries lessened

"What's going on?" Izou questioned, glancing at the child, who by this point had positioned their head on Thatch's shoulder and looking back at Izou

"I wanted to go with Ace," they sniffled

"I know you do, but he had a risky mission he had to go on," Izou replies gently

"Why?" they cried

“They had something of ours, so Ace had to get it back.”

“I wanted to go with Big Brother too!” They cried, beginning to struggle against Thatch’s embrace

“Let me go!” They scream, beginning to throw punches his way

“Hey, Hey, it’s okay,” the man reassured them, tightening their hold, ignoring the shrill screams that now escaped them

“Hey, Hey, Dokucha, he always comes back, just like he came back from his previous mission and the one before. Just like I come back, just like Izou, and everyone will come back. But we need to calm down so we can welcome them back.”

“We would love to take you with us, Dokucha, but we want to keep you safe even more; we couldn’t bear something happening to you,” Izou continues, rubbing the child’s head

They sniffle, relaxing in their hold

“Hey, how about we go see Pops?” Thatch suggests

“Papaw?”

“Yeah, I’m almost finished with his meal; how about you come with us to deliver it?”

“Okay”

“Pops, food is ready; we had special help today.” thatch announced approaching the man

Whitebeard glances down at the two commanders, about to ask what they mean, until he spots the ‘special help’ running towards him

“Papaw!”

He grins, lifting the child up

“Gurararara, what brings you here, Dokucha?” he questions, glancing down at his sixteenth commander as he spoke

“We were having a hard time earlier wanted to go with Ace.”

“Gurarara, why would you be upset about such a thing brat?”

They shrug

“Has the boy ever broken his promise to come back?”

“No…”

“Has he ever lied to you?”

“No…”

“Then why were you throwing a fit?”

“I didn’t throw a fit!”

“Sounds like you did”

“You’re mean, Papaw!”

“It’s called tough love.”

“It’s being mean!”

“If that’s the case, are you not coming to the celebration when he does return?”

“I want to!”

“Are we done with the fits?”

“Yeah!”

“Did someone say celebration? I could use some grub,” a voice joins in

Dokucha beams, jumping off Whitebeard's hand and crashing into Ace

“Ace! You’re back!”

“Just like I promised.”

“Where are they?”

The human drills look at each other nervously and turn back to the swordsman, letting out a string of hoots and sneers.

Mihawk narrows his eyes at this

“Is that the answer you wish to go with?” He said, pulling out Yoru from his back and pointing it against the apes

“I will allow you to try again; where are they? I am well aware this is where they run to when they grow upset.”

In response, the human drills sounds escalate as they pull out their own weapons, only to stop as a small voice joins in

“It’s okay, Ezra, Enrique.” A small child wrapped in a blanket spoke, patting the apes, effectively calming them Down as they slowly lowered their weapons

“Don’t hurt them, Papa,” they mumble, hugging their blanket closer to them

He sighs, sheathing Yoru once again and extending his hand toward the child

The child wobbles their way to their father, taking hold of their hand and looking back at the human drills, sending a wave their way

As they walked on, the only sound that could be heard was the sounds of the forest around them as insects and birds chirped together, the sound of the human drills still reaching their ears, and the sound of Dokucha’s blanket being dragged as they walked next to the warlord.

“Are you going to tell me why you ran off?” he spoke, breaking the silence between them

He sighs at the silence that followed, pausing to pick up the child and place them on his hip, in turn the child leans their head against his shoulder

“Is this about the sword practice you were doing before?” He inquired, letting out a hum as the child nodded their head against his shoulder

“Can you tell me about it?”

“I can’t do it,” he mumbles

“Do what?”

“I can’t make the sword cut like Papa’s.”

“Is that what this is about?”

“Yeah”

“That kind of precision takes practice, it takes time,” he explains

“But I want to be strong like you!” They cried, leaning back and glancing up at him

His eyes soften at this, halting his walking as he puts all his attention on the child

“I know you do,” he said, wiping the tears that began falling from their eyes

“But one cannot simply master the sword overnight.”

“Not even Papa?.”

“No, I am not an exception to the statement. I had to train for years to be able to reach my current state, and I don’t doubt you will one day surpass me; that day is just not today.”

They frown at that, lying their head on their shoulder again

“How about we begin with the move you were attempting before?”

“Papa will teach me?” They exclaimed, shooting up

He chuckles

“You should have asked; I am never below teaching you the way of the sword.”

They grin, hugging his neck tightly

“I love you, Papa.”

“I love you too, dearest.”

Here we go! Two for two!! These are really cozy ones, loved how the Mihawk one turned out

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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c0mmission!

Sorry this took a sec for me to proof and beta but here you go @donivanessdoodles always a delight writing for your lads <3<3

Thatch x OC N/SFE WC: 2,500

Thatch would never have described himself as a light sleeper, he’d had Ace burst into his room screaming about his partners being after him for setting fire to the bed more than once and had done so with a slow blink and a furrowed brow as Ace pounced onto him for protection.

However, just hearing a few whimpers from the man cradled in his arms had Thatch’s eyes fluttering open, he felt Willis grip onto his nightshirt harder as his leg kicked out, tangling in the sheets as he whimpered again. Thatch opened his eyes fully and peered down at the troubled face of his boyfriend.

Willis got nightmares often, something Thatch was used to and never judged, always wanting to be there for his partner he’d gotten used to hearing the start of the terrible dreams that chased Willis through his slumber.

He placed his hands on Wilis’s shoulder and squeezed firmly a gentle shake and call of his name, the other still cried in his sleep, tears began pricking the corners of his eyes as he lashed out again, almost swotting Thatch in the face.

“Hey, hey Willis, babe. Pumpkin’” Thatch said louder than before as his hand moved to his lower back rubbing circles as he held him tighter.

Thatch didn’t want to cause him a start, knowing how awful it was to wake up in blind shock and trembling panic, he wanted to rouse him gently, pull him out of the grasping hands of the darkness consuming his petrified state

At the mention of his favorite pet name from his lover, Willis pulled hard at Thatch’s shirt, almost ripping the fabric as his eyes flew open and he stared at the hairy chest of Thatch in the low light of their cabin. The moonlight shone behind Thatch and as he looked up to meet his partner's gaze it looked like Thatch had a halo of pale light.

The man was his guardian angel so it only seemed right, he sighed and rubbed at his eyes with the back of his arm, mumbling his apology as he unclasped his tightly pulled-up fist, allowing Thatch to be able to move.

“Hey it’s alright, I know you can't help nightmares, I never mind,” he said, his voice so soothing, understanding in every word and the kind expression on Thatch’s face further reassuring him, knowing he meant it.

He felt Thatch run his hand through his hair, caring motions, easing the heavy breathing and calming the thundering of his heart as he sighed, he leaned against Thatch’s chest, enjoying how his hand worked through the strands of his hair.

Thatch was like a cool river, washing away the nightmare, chasing it back into the depths where it would lurk for another day. He closed his eyes and mumbled but his words never reached Thatch’s ears, muffled against his chest which caused the chef to laugh and pull him away.

“Want to repeat that, Wings?”

“I said, sorry I woke you,” Willis repeated with a sheepish look on his tired face.

“Nah, it’s nothing, you know I don’t mind… do you need to talk about it? I can offer advice or just be an ear.” he offered, playing with the silky strands of hair, feeling the texture between his fingers as he watched Willis fidget.

Thatch sat up and leaned against the headboard watching as his partner got comfy between his legs and leaned back, his eyes looked around the room, their clothes scattered across the floor, the lantern in the corner whose flame had gone out hours ago allowing the moon to take center stage as it’s light filtered in through the window.

Beams of pale white danced across the wooden floor, a rug they’d picked out together sitting by the door, Thatch’s favorite jacket handing up on the back of the door. Everything was so calm, normal, and yet he was still frightful.

He was worried going back to sleep would simply open the pandora’s box of his sub-conscience and unleash all hell on his tired mind. He closed his eyes, he focused on how Thatch’s chest would rise and fall with his breathing, he used it to anchor himself to the present, away from everything that tormented him in the darkness of his troubles.

“I sometimes see it all, like it’s on this never-ending loop. The moment I sink deeper, once I slip into that dream cycle it’s as if I’m swimming and something snaps at my ankle, something wraps around it, pulling me, grabbing me.” Thatch listened as Willis explained his feelings.

“It pulls my head under the water, it fills my mouth, my lungs, it drowns and chokes me and steals my scream. I hate it because even with blurry vision I can see someone holding their hand out to me, just above the rippling surface.” he trembled and felt Thatch’s arms wrap around his middle, his wing twitching.

“Fingertips brushing against one another but then like a stone I sink and everything crashes down on me, like the sea against the side of the ship during the worst storms.” Willis felt as if he could cry right now, his heart was aching thinking back to each terrifying dream.

“Babe,” Thatch started as he rested his head on his shoulder, making sure to get his good side.

“I will always jump in after you, I will grab your hand and I will punch the darkness in the face.”

Willis laughed at his words, rolling his eyes but oh, he appreciated it. He was sure the hand that always reached for him was Thatch, his bright shining hope that slipped from the box of nightmares to always keep him afloat and recuse him.

There was a comfortable silence between the two as Willis just relaxed into Thatch and listened to his breathing, matching his own with the chef. He relaxed, slumping further against him as he stared at their feet, toes wiggling as feet playfully bumped into one another.

“Still a bit rattled?” he asked and Willis shrugged.

“I think I’m alright..”

“Do you maybe want something to take your mind off things?” Thatch asked and saw Willis turn to face him, a brow raised as he watched Thatch raise his brows, the smirk growing on his face.

“Ya know what, I think that might help..” Willis nodded with a hum and felt the low rumbling chuckle from behind him as hands were permitted to start their voyage across his body.

“Let me make you feel good then Darlin’” he cooed and trailed his hands up and down Willi’s sides, feeling the other shiver in the touches.

Thatch moved quickly when he wanted to, ripping the hem of the nightshirt Willis wore, pulling it up and over his head, careful about the wings as he untangled them and tossed the fabric aside. His hands once again running along the sides of his body, chilled by the night air his hands danced against the warm flesh.

So gentle, if Willis wasn't paying as much attention to Thatch as he was the fingertips would have felt like nothing ghosting against his skin the way he was. He arched and sighed wanting Thatch to be more hands-on.

Oh, he got his wish.

Thatch’s hands moved from his sides as his mouth started to lay kisses across his neck, along his shoulder, grazing his teeth with each inch of skin his hands laid claim to. Willis moaned, moving his neck, giving Thatch more room to place open-mouthed kisses, to feel his hot breath dancing on tender skin, prickled and tickled by Thatch’s facial hair.

Willis arched and moaned when he felt his lover's fingertips brush against his nipples, running the fingertips over the sensitive buds, perked by the air and by the sensations he was feeling across his body. Thatch knew how to play him, knowing the pinches would drive him crazy.

He tried to put a hand over his mouth to stifle the moans, he didn’t want to wake anyone with his sounds but Thatch pulled his have away, interlacing their fingers together and keeping his hand firmly down as his teeth sank into his shoulder, suckling and causing the skin to change colour under his touch, rolling the nipple with his other hand still.

“Thatch…” he whined and felt his eyes slide shut, wriggling as he felt Thatch’s erection press into his back.

He glanced down and saw his hard cock, the precum catching the moonlight as his member twitched and ached to be touched. The sensation on his nipples made his body long for more, desire the chef to do more than bite and lick at his shoulder.

“You want my Darlin’?” he asked, voice breathy, a chuckle when Willis nodded and made a mewl of protest when Thatch let go of his hand and stopped what he was doing.

“Alright,”

Thatch moved, fluffing the pillows up and letting Willis lay down as he moved, getting between his thigs, planting kisses on one then the other, making his way up one leg, teasingly missing his cock before trailing kisses down the other thigh.

Willis was about to tell Thatch off for the teasing but the protest died in his throat, replaced by a moan and the gripping of sheets on either side of himself as Thatch licked up the underside of his cock before taking him in all the way, greedily lapping at his prick as he did so.

“Fu-fuck.” Willis whined and bucked, filling Thatch’s throat but the chef could handle it.

He reached up to play with one of his nipples while he hollowed out his cheeks and started to bob his head up and down on his partner's member. He started to hum sending the vibrations through Willis who couldn’t stop himself from bucking up, eager and desperate for more. His mind swimming from pleasure, all the nightmares are forgotten in his pursuit of pleasure from Thatch.

Thatch went faster, devouring the other as a man starved, he just wanted to draw all those perfect wonderful sounds from between his partner's perfect lips. Willis didn’t beg, not with words but the shaking, the thrusting of his pelvis as he searched his climax, finding it in Thatch’s throat as he went faster, licking around his tip.

Hands that had been buried in sheets moved, finding the long strands of Thatch’s hair, gripping the locks, and tugging, knowing Thatch wasn’t tenderhearted, even liked it a little. He was coming undone with each lick, with every inch Thatch was able to glide his tongue across.

Willis came with a cry of Thatch’s name, his politeness for the others on either side of their room was thrown to the wind, when you felt this good who cared what others thought?

Thatch pulled away and gulped down the hot seed his lover had gifted him, watching as Willi’s member twitched, depleted, and went soft but the chef knew just what his partner needed, getting up and grabbing a bottle from his side draw.

“Do you want this?” he asked and saw Willis nod, getting into position eagerly, making Thatch chuckle and give a playful swot on his ass cheek.

Seeing Willis presented to him this way, ass in the air, his wings fluttering in anticipation, he felt like a God who was about to have his way with an angel, and at that moment he felt like a devil. He dripped a good amount of lube on his hands, covering his erection, groaning at the attention he was giving himself before he added, even more, making sure his fingers were coated.

“I love you, angel,” he called, kissing Willi's butt cheek, making him chuckle a little before replying.

Thatch was wonderful at working him up, making him loose, his cock sprung to attention with each touch of his prostate the long thick fingers could reach. Thatch got into position and rubbed the tip of his blunt cockhead against the ring of muscle.

He was practiced and patient and it helped Willis’s body love him, always ready for him. He slid the first few inches in, watching the shameless hip wiggle from Willis as he pushed himself in again. Willis wanted ore, pushing himself up and taking Thatch the rest of the way.

“My dirty boy…alright, don’t worry I’ll fuck ya good Darlin’” he drawled and gripped his partner's hips.

Willis thought he had died and gone to heaven, as he did each and every time Thatch filled him up like this, how he slammed against the best places, the drag of his thick cock against the walls of his insides.

He groaned into the sheets, biting the fabric as he could feel his eyes rolling back, pushing against Thatch, urging him to speed up. Thatch smiled and stroked down his body with his hands, feeling every inch of his skin, leaving ticklish touches as he sped up.

“Th-Thatch… harder…. Please..” he begged.

Thatch wrapped his hand around Willi’s body and his hand found his drooling cock, gripping it tightly, he jerked the other man off in time to his thrusts and Willis came alive, he cried out, his toes curled and he screamed Thatch’s name.

It was music to his ears, the way his partner looked, his wings flapping as he tried to get Thatch to go even faster was this driving him wild. Giving him what he wanted, what he craved and begged for Thatch’s pace picked up, slamming against Willis as he pounded him.

Garbled nonsense and moans were all that reached Thatch’s ears but he could hear and feel that Willis was close once more. He rocked into him, seeing how Willis grabbed the sheets, the sinful whine that slipped between his lips.

“Cum for me angel.” Thatch leaned over his body and whispered in his good ear.

Willis nodded, as he came for the second time that night, making a mess over his stomach, over Thatch’s hand as he trembled with the intensity, sensitive and tingling from everything Thatch had done, he would have fallen forward and screamed into the sheets in joy if it wasn’t for Thatch keeping him up.

It wasn’t long until Thatch’s thrusts became sloppy, his climax taking control of him. He grunted, moaned out his name, and gripped his hips until he was sure he would have bruises tomorrow. He sighed, content as Thatch emptied a load into him.

Hearing Thatch pant and rest his sweaty forehead against his shoulder, he kissed the damaged skin on Willis, treasuring each and every inch of his body before he pulled out, letting Willis sink into the soft embrace of the bedding.

“How was that?” he asked, a grin sitting wide on his face before he heard the snot snores…

“I’ll take that as a good sign.”

#n/sfw #thatch x oc #oc x thatch #one piece own character

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