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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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aukkuli · 6 months

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Marco: Did you have to stab Them?

Estella: You weren't there. You didn't hear What they Said to me.

Marco: What did they said?

Estella: '' What are you going to do, stab me?''

Marco: That's fair.

#incorrect quotes one piece #one piece incorrect quotes #one piece #one piece original character #incorrect one piece quotes #one piece oc #marco the phoenix #marco x reader #whitebeard pirates

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mallomars · 2 months

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One piece

#fanart #anime #cute #kawaii #character design #cartoon #oc #one piece #portgas d ace #fire fist ace #fandom #whitebeard pirates #second division commander #ace #portgas d ace x reader

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yinyangswings · 11 months

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Continuation of this

Eventually Ace and Calypso do have a child.

When Calypso found out she was pregnant again, she was surprised. Similar to her first pregnancy, she wasn't aware as she had only had minor morning sickness and had only gone to Marco out of curiosity. So she found out and was in shock, before telling Ace. While Ace is stunned as well (they hadn't been working on trying for another kid) but at the same time, happy. This time they have a chance for this baby to come to full fruition. It's a very emotional moment for the couple.

They tell their crew, and Ace's brothers the news and they are really happy about it. For Whitebeard it's the news of being a grandfather and for Sabo and Luffy, it's the fact they're going to be uncles. Telling Sabo is hilarious because the poor man nearly has a stroke because he's both stunned and so excited about the thought about being an uncle. Luffy however is more confused by the news, much to his crew's dismay. He does eventually become happy about it, and declares he'll get to hold the baby first (Sabo vehemently says it will be him though).

For Whitebeard's Crew they were, of course, ecstatic about the news. Izou was one of the happiest. After The Spade Crew assimilated with Whitebeard, Calypso was actually assigned to the 16th Division under Izou. The two took to one another and became friends (him occasionally treating her like a little sister). So needless to say he is very happy about her news about being pregnant. But it doesn't stop him from teasing Ace about it. And they always like to pat her stomach. Calypso, more or less, lets them. Deuce is a little more polite about it and unlike his crewmates will ask, because he wants to too. Likewise, the crew is incredibly protective over Calypso during the pregnancy. She was barely left alone during the pregnancy and the crew made sure no one even considered messing with her during the pregnancy.

However, the news about her pregnancy does reach news of unsavory fellows, including rival pirates who hear a rumor that Whitebeard's Witch has been seen….rounder…than normal and there are whispers that she's pregnant. Her bounty is high enough, but the fact that they can get more if the 'sea witch' is pregnant, they set out to go after her and A) confirm the rumor is true and B) either capture her or capture the baby and attack the Whitebeard Crew. At first the crew assume it's just some stupid attempt to get fame for attacking the Whitebeard Pirates, however one of them yells to be on the look out for Calypso. And Ace overhears and figures out that this whole attack wasn't just some attempt at them to get a name for attacking Whitebeard. They were after Calypso. What's worse is that the way he said it, meant that they knew she was pregnant. And she's now in more danger.

Meanwhile, during the raid, Ace had taken her below deck to keep her safe. She didn't much appreciate that, but understood and didn't argue. However while she's in the cargo area, she is suddenly beset by pain and then feels a rush of liquid running down her legs. As she collapses she realizes that, her and Ace's child has decided to be born at the worst possible time for the crew (honestly, it's Ace's kid…she shouldn't be surprised) and she's alone and in labor. Alone she does eventually give birth to the baby. And there is their child, their daughter. Alive and crying. She's also very much aware that Ace is going to have a heart attack when he finds out what's happened, unaware that she's the raider's target. She learns quickly enough when, raiders manage to get below deck and find her. She's shot in the shoulder but manages to hide as they keep looking for her. However what they don't realize that, while she may be weakened by labor, and in immense pain, this is her daughter and she will protect her no matter what.

Eventually Ace and a few of the crew members find Calypso, she's barely conscious, surrounded by the few raiders and her lower half covered in blood before she collapsed. She's taken quickly to the infirmary, and Ace for a brief moment thinks they've lost their second child. Until he hears crying in one of the crates and when he removes the blood-stained lid to see a little infant wailing from the straw on top of the box. Needless to say, Ace almost descends into panic because he's not sure if he's imagining it, before realizing that it is true, and that means Calypso gave birth alone. Thankfully the other crew members are there to help out and get the baby to the infirmary as well.

Eventually, Calypso wakes back up and the parents meet their daughter officially for the first time together. Calypso suggests the name Rouge, after Ace's mother as Calypso has so much to thank for Ace's mother and considers the woman the strongest woman she's ever heard of. Ace agrees and after spending time with just Calypso and their daughter, introduces Whitebeard's crew to Rouge, the first granddaughter of Whitebeard. Needless to say Whitebeard is very, very happy. And when Luffy and Sabo hears, they're visiting in a second though Sabo gets there first, and gets to hold the baby. Luffy is not pleased that his baby niece is being held by his brother (though he does eventually hold her, much to his joy).

#jamart #one piece #asl one piece #sabo the revolutionary #sabo one piece #portgas d. ace x oc #portgas d. ace #monkey d. luffy #whitebeard pirates #one piece oc

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mvrtaiswriting · 2 years

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Sorry I never requested anything before but for the OP kissing event can I ask for Sanji with prompt 11 and Ace prompt 15? I like to think Sanji is flirty but when he actually gets action he's very shy so something like that maybe? For Ace literally anything haha, hope I did it right

Ace x prompt 15: then licks their lips and says “please”

thank you for requesting this!! you're alright, your first request went perfectly fine and I hope it meets your expectations! just a little side note: I only write 1 prompt per request, and I decided to go with this one cause I loved Ace and I just found it easier to write - I hope it's okay. hit me up and let me know what you think! enjoy ♡

gender neutral! sfw.

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. - from this event.

Your face lighted up in excitement as Ace showed you one of his many fire tricks. He always did his best to surprise you with his powers - it was a useful exercise for him, always discovering new ways to use his power was something that came in handy during battles. But really, the main reason behind all that training was simply you.

He loved how happy you would get every time he showed you his new talent, how proud you were when he finally mastered his new attack. With you, Ace always felt seen, appreciated, loved - he would have done anything to impress you, to spend as much time as possible with you. And he did. Just like that, sporadic moments of "hey, y/n! look at this!!" became entire afternoons spent together trying to figure out exactly what he could or couldn't do with his powers.

"Careful! I don't want to burn you." Ace screams out as you got dangerously closer to the fire he held in his hands.

"This is so cool Ace! Don't you realise?!" you point, the flickering of Ace's flame reflecting in your eyes. With a dazzling smile on your face, you cup his freckled cheeks in your hands and leave a gentle kiss on his cheekbone, excited about Ace's new accomplishment. Letting out a slightly embarrassed laugh, he quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you closer to his chest and causing the two of you to lose balance.

Ace was still laughing as both of you were now laying down on the floor, you body on top of his. Placing your hands on his muscular chest, you held yourself up a bit to take a better look at him: how his raven hair spread above the floor, how nicely his freckles graced his face. You could feel his gaze almost piercing through you, his strong hands resting at the end of your back, holding you still. Every inch of you was connected with his, the warmth radiating from his bare skin extending to your body like the cozy heat of a fire place - he felt like home. As you lazily draw imaginary lines on his chest, softly running your fingers on his nude skin, you felt Ace shivering under your touch, goosebumps slowly forming as you tailored your hands around his torso.

"What?" you ask naively.

Ace's licks his lips, tilting his head back, trying to find the right words - your body on top of his was driving him insane, every time you touched him he felt like his chest was about to explode.

"Please.." he plead, adjusting himself to look at you. Shifting his weight onto his elbows, he leans towards you, your foreheads now touching. Your hands instinctively reached for his hair, playing with the strands that framed his angelic his face. A clever smile appears on his face, as he brushes his nose against yours before kissing you softly, his lips tenderly exploring yours as he holds you close.

"You drive me insane.." he whispers, his lips still brushing onto yours.

#portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace #ace x you #ace x reader #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece #one piece x y/n #one piece x oc #one piece fanart #whitebeard crew #whitebeard pirates #whitebeard headcannons #whitebeard one piece #one piece luffy

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honeyoru · 3 months

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INFERNO Chap 1 (portgas d ace x ofc)

series masterlist

pairing: portgas d ace x devil fruit user! original female character

4k words

warnings: language, mild violence, sad backstory lol

a/n: Oh no I've fallen into another fanfic and can't get up.....

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It’s with a harsh bang on her door and a steel-toned command from her mother that Orion begrudgingly opened her eyes on her eighteenth birthday.

Not that it mattered, per say. To her, it was just another day.

But, she mused while shuffling out of bed, it’s my day to run the stall.

That was enough to put a pep in her step.

She quickly ran a brush through her hair, wincing at the tangles scattered throughout the long strands. The girl rushed to get dressed knowing her parents wouldn’t be happy if she wasn’t out of the house before sunrise.

Her mother was sitting at the kitchen table when Orion finally hurried downstairs, placing the newspaper dutifully into her father’s waiting hand.

“Lots of pirates in town lately,” her father stated, barely sparing a glance at the person he’s addressing.

Not that it’s needed, they’re all aware his words are meant for her.

“Don’t allow them to haggle,” he lowered the paper, throwing her a condescending stare, as if he were speaking to a toddler. His daughter bit her tongue, pushing down the fury that builds when he looks at her like that. “Pirates pay full price. Hell, charge them higher too,” he sneered. “If you can manage.”

The villagers of Torappu Island didn’t view pirates too fondly, apart from Orion. She and her brother had a fascination with them ever since meeting a well-known crew in their earlier days, long before her brother had gone missing in the sea, before her parents looked at her with contempt, before she tamped down her burning desire to escape to somewhere, anywhere, as long as it was off this island.

Her eye twitched just a small amount, something she was proud of given her innate desire to talk back. She dipped her head. “Yes father,” she responded in a monotone voice, careful to mask her irritation behind a dry piece of bread. Hurriedly, she swallowed and allowed her eyes to flicker towards the framed photo adorning the wall, the only of its kind in the house. The girl silently bid her late brother’s portrait farewell, knowing he would no doubt be rolling his eyes at their father’s tone if he were here.

With a thump her backpack settled against her shoulder blades, bouncing as she left the house. She offered a muted goodbye to her parents that went unanswered, not that she expected them to say anything anyways.

No one mentions her birthday.

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The walk to the town square was pleasant, all things considered.

Sure, it meant she had to push a cart full of metal items up a hill, but a breeze blew her hair gently, offering a reprieve from the heat that was sure to creep up later this afternoon. A smile graced Orion’s face when she remembered she won’t have to tiptoe around her parents until later tonight.

She was free, at least for a handful of hours.

Torappu Island wasn’t a hidden gem, a slice of paradise, or a particularly interesting place of note. It was an island in the West Blue that got business from travelers passing through, simple as that. The Navy didn’t patrol here as often, but had a base further east.

The town square that held the market was plain with a few dozen stalls. The teen arrived when the sun still hadn't risen yet, giving polite greetings to the other merchants she passed.

Her family’s stall was in the middle of the plaza, settled between a fishmonger and a tarot reader. Orion opened it promptly, pulling out the metal goods her father expertly created (something her brother used to help with) and laid them out in the exact way she’d been taught.

She ran her hands over one of the newer crafted swords with oil, a process she’d done thousands of times. It’s better to polish before selling, the girl repeated to herself. It’ll make the blades shine brighter to potential buyers.

The first half of the day went by quickly, and far too easily. She should have been wary.

More travelers than usual were flowing in and out of the market; Orion felt like she could hardly breathe in between flashing polite smiles to them all.

“Looks like Mommy and Daddy let you out of the dungeon for the day.”

She sighed.

The day had been going too well, it seemed. Tango, a tall teen who had a face littered with acne and an unfortunately beautiful smile, was smirking at her.

“Horatio,” she called out sweetly to the old man running the fish stall. “Your fish seem to be incredibly potent today.” Her nose wrinkled as she took a few sniffs, turning towards the teen who had an intense pleasure in tormenting her. “Oh wait, never mind!” Orion widened her eyes in false surprise, giving a sneer back. “It’s just him.”

She clocked a group of loud, rowdy men exiting the bar a little ways away. Potential customers.

Orion needed the idiot to skedaddle quickly if she wanted to make a sale. “Please do us all a favor and leave,” the girl sent a glare to the couple of boys flanking him, waving them away. “No one needs you three spreading whatever disease you’ve got going on to the rest of us.”

Predictably, Tango scowled, his hand covering one of his cheeks in embarrassment. “It’s acne and it’s normal !” His hand went for a pistol on his waist, something he’d threatened her with at least a dozen times this year already. Though she doubted he’d actually do anything, the spoiled brat was too pompous to ever learn how to properly use one, her right hand hadn’t left the short dagger slung on her waist once since he’d arrived. She wasn’t totally confident he wouldn’t accidentally shoot her. “At least my parents love me.”

“Ouchie,” she drawled mockingly, rolling her eyes. He’d only used that taunt for the past eight years. “Tango, put that down, we both know you’ve got no clue how to use it,” a delicate sneer settled on her face. “It’s more pathetic when you act like you can.”

The boy scoffed, unaware of the group of men coming to a stop behind him. Orion wasn’t sure how, the men had an overwhelming aura about them.

He waved the pistol. “What’s pathetic is pretending like the whole island doesn’t know how unwanted you are. What was it your father told mine, just yesterday?” he tilted his head in thought.

She braced herself, knowing whatever it was was likely true. His father was the mayor, who had nothing better to do than gossip. And Tango had nothing better to do than spread that gossip. “Akio was the only child they wanted?”

Duh, she thought with another eyeroll. “Is that all?”

She glanced at the group of men again, aware that they had paused to observe their interaction. It wasn’t everyday you saw teens threatening each other, she guessed.

“Hm.” Clearly expecting a different reaction, Tango continued after a brief falter. “He also said you’re the reason he’s dead,” he smiled wickedly.

Her grip on the hilt tightened.

It didn’t go unnoticed. “And you’re, well, dead weight to them now,” the three boys laughed. “‘Useless’ is the word he used. Even told my father how he wishes it was you who had died instead. Said your mother can’t look at you without thinking of him.”

Regretfully, she felt her right eye twitch. It’s nothing you didn’t already know .

It wasn't like it was a secret.

“And,” he added as a final blow, finally holding the gun steady. “He said he needed to get rid of the extra mouth to feed. Asked if I’d be interested in marryin’ you so he could stop seeing you every day.”

Her face screwed up in disgust at the thought, too disturbed about the last part to be hurt by the rest.

“Naturally my father declined.” Tango looked just as repulsed, eyeing her reaction. “But it pains me to see someone so desperate to get rid of their child.” With a slight fumble of the holster he finally pointed the gun at her and yanked back the hammer. “Why don’t I help them out—”

“I’ve told you before,” Orion had her dagger pulled out in record time, flipping the blade towards her and knocking the gun out of Tango’s hand with a bruising hit to his wrist with the hilt, careful to mind the sharp edge. “You don’t pull a gun out unless you’re going to use it,” she stated flatly, ignoring the incredibly amused grins the two men in front of the group wore as she flipped her weapon back over properly.

It was with a fleeting glance after they laughed loudly, drawing the attention of the teens that she noticed they had their hands placed on their weapons too.

“‘Little Miss is correct. You know what Captain says about pistols,” the taller man said to the others. Older, if the gray curls tied back were any indication. She found herself vaguely fascinated by the large, X-shaped scar crossing over the left side of his face. “And there’s that old saying of why boys like pulling on girls’ pigtails.”

“This seems to be a little more than a schoolboy crush, Benn,” the blonde next to him said, hand on his own pistol with a glare settling on the boys.

“I’d rather throw myself into the sea,” Orion spat to the delight of the older patrons, twirling her dagger and returning it to its place on her waist.

“You've done enough to disturb the peace, boys,” the lady who did tarot readings next to her finally said, cackling as she fussed with her cards. “It's time to return home with your tail between your legs. The sands of fate don’t wait for anybody and I need to make a livin’. Can't do it with this ruckus.”

Tango flushed at the amount of eyes now on him. He turned to leave and cradled his wrist as his eyes burned into Orion’s. “This isn’t over, bitch.”

She waved him along, unwilling to sigh a breath of relief until the trio were gone. It was an easy decision to shove the emotions over what he had said deep down.

“Now that that’s over, what do we have here, little lady?” The men peered down at her stall, eyeing the goods that were still available.

She allowed another wary moment to pass before slipping back into the saleswoman persona she enjoyed utilizing while selling.

“The best metal on the island,” she replied confidently. Her father might be awful, but the craftsman made some damn good swords.

“Ahh,” the man with the scar hummed. “Makes sense why you know your way around a blade.”

She snorted. “Only know enough to sell them.” The girl counted six men in total hovering around her table, and though she kept an easygoing smile on her face, her hand was back on the hilt of her dagger. “And to keep the idiots at bay.”

“That so?” He noticed too, smiling around the cigarette that hung precariously hanging from his mouth. “Captain’s been looking for a new blade, been a while since we’ve stopped here,” he turned around to glance at the group, missing the way her eyes widened at the word.

Captain.

Pirates. She forced herself to remain still, eyes flickering suspiciously between the men to make sure none of them tried to snag something without paying. There’d been two such cases of it today already and she sorely didn’t want to clean up blood again.

“Captain around?” the man asked the blonde who shrugged, choosing instead to look closer at a short blade.

“How much does this one go for, lass?” He picked the cutlass up.

“80,000 beri,” she answered evenly, offering a saccharine smile when he sputtered at the price, setting it back down. Father did say he wanted her to upsell, after all. She’d keep the extra since he couldn’t keep his mouth shut around the Mayor… again . “It might sound high, but you won’t find quality like this anywhere else in the Grand Line. I guarantee it.” At his stare, she gestured to a bowl of keychains she made when she wasn’t working or sleeping. “I’ll throw in one of those for free.”

“Little miss is right,” a warm voice interrupted the man’s stammering. The group parted for him easily. “Bought a sword from here a few years ago and been good to me.” A man, tan and toned, if the chest peeking out from his barely buttoned dark blue shirt was any indication, stepped in front of her and smiled so brightly that Orion had to blink a few times. Maybe they’re not pirates, after all.

No, she realized after her eyes finally made their way up to the man’s hair, so red it rivaled the tuna the old man next to her was selling. They are.

“Might even be the same stand,” the man, the captain , looked at her with a curious eye, flickering between the sign above her head and her face. He leaned in far, far too close for her comfort, grinning all the while. “Pretty sure you’re the same lass who helped sell it, if my memory serves me right.”

“Sorry,” The teen raised an eyebrow, flicking the dirty blonde bangs out of her face. She leaned back, willing her blush away; she wasn’t used to pirates smelling so good. “But who are you?” It didn’t matter that she already knew; it’d be hard for anyone to forget that hair.

Her question made him pout though, causing the small group to erupt in laughter, the other men elbowing him in amusement before wandering off, leaving just the captain and the graying man. Benn, she recalled. “She’s a delight, this one.”

Captain Shanks of the Red Hair Pirates introduced himself with a confident tone and a firm handshake, eyes twinkling as he insisted that he definitely remembered her from all those years ago.

“You asked so many questions about pirates I thought you and your brother would become one of us one day!” he smiled again. She couldn’t detect any malice or teasing in his tone as her cheeks burned at the memory, eyes prickling a bit.

“Yeah, well,” Orion swallowed. “So did we.” There’s a hint of wistfulness present in her statement, but she shakes it off, forcing a tight smile onto her face. She has to meet a quota, after all. “So what brings you to Torappu?”

Captain Shanks didn’t ask more about her brother. “Just passing through. West Blue’s always fun, but we’re headed back to the Grand Line. Pirate things to do, and all,” he winked.

He needs to stop that. Orion felt her face getting hot again.

Benn rolled his eyes.

“What’s it like,” she eventually responded when her cheeks weren’t as hot, unaware that her voice had settled to a whisper. “Being a pirate?”

Both pairs of eyes lit up at the question, looking at each other in amusement. “You asked that before, all those years ago,” the captain leaned to one side, humming and placing a hand on his hip. Orion noticed faintly that he only had one arm now. “Didn't you?”

“No, it was…” She shook her head, her mind floating to the memory before responding faintly, if only a tad forlorn. “My brother did.”

He gave her a gentle smile, having caught on to her thinly-veiled grief. “Being a pirate,” Captain Shanks said, eyes flickering to the girl’s blade. “Is the freest one can be.”

“You said that last time too.” Orion is suddenly overwhelmed by the same wave of emotions that she felt all those years ago. The ones that pushed in her chest and pulled at her heart.

With a sigh she bottled it up inside again, unwilling to think about it except for in the privacy of her blankets later. “So,” swallowing hard, the girl taps her fingers on the table in an anxious fashion, gesturing to the sword the pirate wore. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Huh?” He blinked, looking down in surprise at the change in topic. “Oh, nothing!” the man exclaimed. “It’s still just as perfect as it was the day I got it.” With a charming grin he unsheathed it, handing it to her to inspect.

She mused at the craftsmanship of the blade, agreeing that her father’s work still held up.

Not that she’d ever tell him that.

Carefully, she handed it back, shocked the pirate captain even gave it to her in the first place. He could kill me without it, Orion thought. “What are you looking for then?”

His expression seemed introspective. “Something new,” he finally answered. She felt a shift in his gaze, and his eyebrows furrowed a bit before the worry was wiped away, eyes flickering to his friend and back at her. The same teasing lilt colored his tone again. “You got anything shiny?”

It succeeded in making her laugh, and she willingly showed him several of the newer wares her father made, the freshly polished ones from this morning.

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The bundles of beri bouncing in her bag brought a satisfied smile to Orion’s face as she strolled home the way she came, wondering how quiet of an evening she could have if she decided to skip dinner and head straight to bed when she got back.

“Ow!” Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp, sudden pain on her head. She looked down, hand flying up to where a rock had just been hurtled into her.

Her eyes widened at the sight of it at her feet. Quickly, she bent down to pick it up. Whipping her head to the direction the rock came from, she swore. A little over fifty feet away, a large group of teenagers were sprinting full force at her, holding an array of weapons.

It took all of two seconds to recognize who was smiling wickedly at her and only one to choose whatever punishment abandoning her father’s cart would land her in over letting the group catch up to her. Hiking her bag up higher, she promptly tossed the cart aside, turned to beam the rock back and sprinted away, chancing a look behind her to see if she’d made contact. “Shit!”

Was that a pitchfork? She couldn’t stop the string of curses if she wanted to, her heartbeat thumping wildly at the ambush.

Tango had somehow gathered his entire gang to hunt her, it seemed. He shouted as her rock nailed him in the forehead (she snickered) and she couldn’t stop the insult loftily thrown over her shoulder if she tried, the pride from landing a hit while so distracted too great. It didn’t help that her usually acute awareness of when to keep her mouth shut never worked around the asshole. “Shouldn’t you be washing your face or something?”

She didn’t have to see his reaction as she bounded across the moist grass and trampled flowers. The boy simply roared. “You’ve pissed me off for the last time! I’m gonna kill you!”

“Really,” Orion huffed, adjusting the bag on her shoulder and willing herself not to trip down the steep hill. As if he wasn’t the one who threw it first!

Another wave of rocks soared over her, blending in with the setting sky against her silhouette frantically running home.

It’s her own fault, really.

She was lucky looking back one time without stumbling. It didn’t seem her luck extended to another.

Tango’s face was bright red, his eyes unable to hide how fucking murderous he was. It seemed he was serious this time.

His eyes were the last thing she saw before gravity laughed at her, and she fell hard.

Dammit. The world is a blur of round chaos as she went rolling down the hill, finally coming to a stop roughly against a pile of boulders near one of the cliffs.

It only took seconds for them to catch up to her.

“Happy birthday,” Tango sang mockingly, the bright smile he had that could be handsome if he weren’t so terribly horrible of a person blinding her.

It’s with a faint and stupid thought while her head flops back against the earth that Orion thinks she could be flattered that her bully is the only person who remembered her birthday. As it were, however, he said it while kicking her ( hard ) from her spot on the ground, so she decided to not think too highly of the action.

“Or should I say, happy death day?”

"Clever." An eye roll happened on its own accord. A handful of kicks are given all over her body in return.

Orion wheezed.

“Grab her,” Tango ordered. The others do as he says, all too eager to obey him.

Orion’s eye was rapidly swelling, she could feel it. There was a mild panic rising in her now; their disputes often ended with the girl fleeing to her house or running until he got tired.

This was different.

The boys drug her to the cliffside, the waves of the sea crashing far, far below them. Hundreds of feet below them.

She shuddered.

Alarm bells rang loud in her head. Orion knew she wouldn't be able to get away easily this time. Her right hand twitched, aching to grab her dagger and stab it through the boy’s stupid mouth but suddenly and painfully it was twisted back with a quick order. The weapon was seized and dangled in front of her.

Her bully knew all of her tells, after all.

“Here,” Tango sneered after she rose painfully on her knees, fully prepared to tackle him as a last resort.

The group surrounded her on all sides; the only open space was at her back, where the edge was. Full and complete desperation filled her lungs.

There was no way she could barrel through them all.

“A birthday present.” A dark orb was tossed onto her lap carelessly. “Eat it.”

“What?” Orion couldn’t stop the question, looking at the object with a faint groan, her ribs would no doubt be bruised in the morning, if she miraculously lived until then. “Not hungry, thanks.”

“Eat it,” Tango repeated, poison laced in his tone as he gestured to the cliff’s edge that was kissing her heels. Her heart plummeted. “Or jump into the sea.”

She licked her lips, dry from the unforgiving salty air. Finally, she looked up at him. “Why?”

“Today was the last straw,” he spat. “You’ve embarrassed me for years.”

“You’ve tormented me for years!” she yelled back indignantly, hair whipping around angrily in the wind. “I never did anything to you!”

“You lived!”

She couldn’t stop the laugh if she tried.

“He was my friend,” Tango snarled, his voice breaking a little in a way that she’d laugh at if he wasn’t about to kill her. "Everyone will be happier with you gone."

“You barely knew him.” Exasperated, she locked her gaze with him. “He was my brother.” Unwilling to indulge him any longer, she rolled her eyes. “If I jump into the sea,” Orion raised an eyebrow, sounding less terrified than she felt at the thought. “I’ll pull you in with me.”

“Crazy bitch.” Armed with the decade of memories that confirm she would, in fact, do that, they all took a step back.

Looking down, she briefly considered the object he tossed at her. It was an odd thing.

“Poison,” the whispered glee of the kids behind her tormentor carried over to her in the wind. She can barely hear them over the waves below. Briefly, Orion noticed her hands were trembling. “It’s poison.”

She should have recognized the swirls on it, but the object, a fruit, maybe, was so dark she could hardly make them out.

She would have recognized it, too, if only she hadn’t been utterly terrified at the threat of leaping off the side of a hundred-foot cliff. Her brother used to give her lectures on them when they were younger after all, eager for them both to find one and explore the oceans together.

It was a pretty easy decision, all things considered. She had a better chance of making it home poisoned than in pieces from the rocks below.

Besides, she really, really hated heights.

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