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kookie-doughs · 6 months

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Again And Again

Portgas D Ace X Reader

-Amatsuki Y/N decided to stay in the future without her sister upon meeting a friend’s son.

Chapter 9: Do not go gentle into that good night

Edward smirks, "I am a relic of a bygone era! There is no ship that can carry me into the new age! Escape from here, everyone!"

You looked around at your crewmates, the war raging on around you. With a heavy heart, you looked beside you.

"Pops!"

Ace and Luffy...

Tears streamed down your face as you clung tightly to Ace. You couldn't bear the thought of leaving Whitebeard behind, but you knew you had to follow Edward's orders for everyone's safety.

Ace looked at you in worry, his grip on you tightening. He couldn't understand why you were suddenly so emotional.

As numerous marines jump to attack Edward whilst he was distracted with your group, Ace sets the area around Edward ablaze.

In a ring of fire you see Ace bow down with his head hitting the ground.

Edward looks at his son. "Tell me," Ace lifts his head to look at Edward. "Were you happy to have me as your father?"

"Of course I am!" Ace cries.

Edward noticed something different about you. He knew you from years ago, when time travel was a common occurrence for you. He could see the look in your eyes, a look of determination and sorrow that he had not seen in a long time.

Realizing what you had done, he knew something had happened, "Y/N, did you defy my orders last time?" He smiles slightly at you.

You bite your lip to keep a sob from escaping. "Yeah," Your voice broke.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Can I really not save you both?" You cry.

"Try saving the most important one first."

You both get away from the ring to continue running. Jinbe rushed behind you, concern etched on his face.

You nodded, your resolve firm. You knew what you had to do. As much as it pained you to leave Whitebeard behind, you had to focus on saving Ace and protecting your crew.

Akainu slips past Whitebeard, you knew what was coming the danger he poses to Ace.

"Ace, whatever you hear. Don't let go of my hand. Don't stop running."

"Whitebeard Pirates must be a bunch of cowards. Well, considering who your captain is, it's no surprise to me. Because after all, Whitebeard is just a... loser from a bygone era."

You felt Ace falter. You tighten your grip, "Ace... Please." He sees the panic in your eyes. Remembering what was said between you and Edward earlier. He keeps running.

"You know Fire Fist, your real father, Gold Roger, conquered the Grand Line and opened the door to the Great Pirate Era. As a Navy admiral, I shouldn't be the one to say this but he was true to his name: the King of the Pirates! In comparison, what has Whitebeard done?"

Ace continued to run but you can see the change of his pace. His run turning into brisk walk. "Ace, I said don't stop running!" You can feel his hand tightening hold on you.

"I wonder if he really had the intention to fight, I assume that he established a large family somewhere and was satisfied with being a big fish in a little barrel. There are some fools in this world who say he was able to keep the peace on various islands... but in my opinion, all he did was make weak pirates live in fear of him and he thinks that it made him a hero! What a joke! When Roger was around, Whitebeard was always second in billing and even after he died, Whitebeard could never become the King. He was never able to surpass Roger... and that makes him a loser in life! That is the truth about Whitebeard."

At this point Ace had come to a stop. You desperately pull him to keep him moving.

"Ace look at me, please, come on don't let him get to you. Hmm?"

But Akainu's attention shifted to you and Ace, he takes notice of your linked hand. The only thing stopping Ace from falling into his palms.

Akainu's eyes narrowed with a cruel smirk. "Oh, how touching. The great Y/N, the so-called 'Queen of the Pirates,' reduced to running away with a bunch of weaklings. Perhaps your time spent with Whitebeard ruined you. How pathetic!"

Ace's eyes widen at the mention of you. "Ace, I'm fine... come on."

"Did the fact Roger doesn't return your feelings, the fact you were a nobody to him, bring you so low." he continued, sneering. "Unbelievably low, now you're clinging to his son. Let me warn you Fire First, you'll never be as important to her as Roger was! You are nothing but a replacement."

His insults having no effect on you frustrate him. He needed a reaction. He's gotten Ace to stop.

"Its an insult how they refer to you as Queen of the Pirates. You're nothing but a failure, Y/N. You couldn't save your former captain, Roger, in your devastation you leave your people, your family! You left them to die because you were heartbroken. Pathetic."

Ace glares at Akainu as he felt you tense up.

"You were just a weakling back then, and you're still a weakling now," he taunted. "You'll never be able to protect anyone, no matter how hard you try. You're just a burden to everyone around you."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, reopening old wounds that had never fully healed. The memory of Ace passing.

You tighten your hold on Ace. His insult reminded you of your purpose of return. It was to protect Ace. To save him.

You tightly close your eyes and ran. Ace notices your calm reaction to the insults and hesitantly runs with you, still angered by the insults.

Akainu, sensing an opportunity, appeared before you suddenly, catching you off guard. You hadn't anticipated his swift movement, and your eyes widened in shock as his powerful fist came dangerously close to striking you. However, just as the attack seemed inevitable, you felt a force pulling you back, and before you knew it, you were being spun around.

In that split second, you realized that Ace had moved in front of you, bravely taking the attack meant for you. Time seemed to stand still as you watched in frozen disbelief. Once again, you felt the weight of failure bearing down on you, the memories of your past mistake haunting you.

But as you looked at Ace, his determination and selflessness filling his eyes. You couldn't let Ace sacrifice his life. You couldn't let him down again.

Just as it happened in your first attempt. The crew pushed Akainu away from your group.

Luffy this time, wasn't close as he ran ahead. He stared at you and Ace. This time Ace was going to die in your arms.

Ace's weakened state made him lean on you for support, and he gently pulled you closer, his hand caressing your cheek as he looked into your eyes.

"Y/N... Are you okay..?" His whisper sent a shiver down your spine, and tears welled up in your eyes.

"A-Ace," you stammered, your voice trembling with emotion. Despite the chaos and danger surrounding you, you managed to help him sit down, your heart racing with worry.

"Hey, pretty," he said with a weak smile, trying to lift your spirits amidst the dire situation. "Can you let me see your face?"

The tears continued to flow as you gazed into his eyes, his smile etched in your memory. His presence was fading, but you refused to let him go without a fight. Your voice quivered as you spoke, "Ace, please, hang on. We're going to get you out of here, I promise."

As Ace's head grew heavier, he mustered a weak smile and made a request. "Can I... rest my head on your lap?"

Your heart ached as you gently lowered him, carefully cradling his head on your lap. You brushed his hair away from his face, trying to be as gentle as possible. His eyes stayed locked with yours, seeking comfort and reassurance in your presence.

Ace's smile remained. "You don't need to worry about me. Just knowing that you're here with me is enough."

You held his hand tightly, willing him to hold on a little longer. You couldn't bear to lose him again. Not like this. Not when you had come back to change his fate.

"Ace, I love you," you whispered, your voice filled with love and desperation.

His smile grew even softer, and he brought your hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss on it. "I love you too, Y/N. Always."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you tried to keep your composure for him. "You're strong, and you're going to make it through this. We'll find a way."

He let out a soft chuckle, though it was clear that even speaking took a toll on his fading strength. "Always the optimist, huh?"

You managed a weak smile, trying to hide your trembling voice. "Always."

Ace's hand reached up to cup your cheek, and you leaned into his touch. "Thank you... for everything," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, and you kissed his hand, holding it close to your heart. "Thank you, Ace, for being the most amazing person I've ever known. For loving me, for being there for me... You're the reason I came back. I won't let you go, Ace."

He smiled faintly, and you could see the love and gratitude in his eyes. "Y/N... you were my light in the darkest times. You... made my life worth living. Don't ever forget that. I'm sorry you had to go through this twice..."

"Then don't let me go through this again." You cried.

"I should've kissed you... before I sat down." He jokes.

Despite the tears in your eyes, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Ace, you always had a way of making me smile, even in the toughest moments."

He chuckled weakly, his hand still gently caressing your cheek. "I'm glad... I could still do that..."

You leaned down, pressing a tender kiss on his forehead. "I'm not giving up."

His eyes closed briefly, and he let out a soft sigh. "I wish... we had more time... I wanted to see a future with you..."

"I'll make sure you live a future with me."

His smile grew softer, and he squeezed your hand weakly. "Y/N... I love you. Always."

Ace's breathing became shallower, and you held him closer, feeling his heartbeat slowly fading. You could hear the sounds of the battle still raging around you, but in that moment, it felt like time stood still.

As his eyes began to flutter closed, you whispered softly, "I love you too. I'm always going to be here for you okay?"

With those words, Ace took his final breath, his hand still clasped in yours. The weight of his loss was almost too much to bear, but you held onto the love and memories you shared, knowing that he would forever be a part of you.

You look over to Edward, who looked at you with worry. You smile sadly eyes still filled with tears.

"Third times a charm."

You found yourself trapped in an unending cycle of loss, reliving the heartbreak of Ace's death multiple times. With each attempt to change fate, new challenges arose.

On the third attempt, Luffy's exhaustion hindered the rescue, while on the fourth, Akainu attacked without taunting. The fifth time, Aokiji became the cause of Ace's demise, and the cycle continued with attempts on counting 12, 17, 21, 37, 48, 52. Despite your best efforts, the pain of losing Ace persisted, and you struggled to find a way to break free from the relentless loop of tragedy.

On each attempt, the pain and grief of losing Ace felt just as raw as the first time. It was a relentless cycle of heartache, and with each failed attempt to save him, the weight of the loss grew heavier. You were trapped in a time loop, destined to relive the agony of losing Ace over and over again.

Each time you returned to the past, you fought with all your strength, trying to alter the course of events. Sometimes it was Akainu, other times Aokiji, and yet other foes who dealt the fatal blow. But the result was always the same – Ace was gone, and you were left devastated.

Despite the countless failures, you refused to give up. Each time you returned to the present, you found the strength to try again. The memory of Ace's smile, his laughter, and the love you shared fueled your determination.

With each attempt, you became more skilled, strategizing and planning to change the future. You sought allies, found new ways to approach the battles, and worked tirelessly to save Ace.

It was an arduous journey, and the pain of loss never lessened, but with each attempt, you grew stronger emotionally. You learned to cherish every moment you had with Ace, even in the face of the impending tragedy.

Your resolve was unyielding, and you would continue to try until you succeeded. No matter how many times you had to go through the loss, you wouldn't stop fighting for the chance to rewrite destiny and save Ace from his tragic fate.

Or so you'd hope...

On your 53rd attempt, the weight of the countless failures and the never-ending cycle of loss made you question if saving Ace at this particular war was even possible or if it was meant to happen. Doubt and despair gnawed at your heart as you wondered if your efforts were in vain, and if fate had a different plan for Ace's life. The constant battle against time and fate left you weary, and you began to wonder if there was a way to change the course of events without repeating the same tragic outcome. Nevertheless, you couldn't bear to give up on Ace, and the love you held for him spurred you to keep searching for a way to alter destiny and bring him to safety.

You made a difficult decision not to go back to the past. The weight of countless failures and the toll it took on your heart made you realize that maybe some things were beyond your control. You couldn't bear the thought of repeating the same tragic events again and again, and so you chose to let go of the past and focus on the present.

In an unexpected turn of events, you found yourself on Women Island with Luffy and Jinbe, accompanied by the Hearts Pirate. The circumstances brought a mix of relief and curiosity.

Did you give up? No. Why did you not regress... you needed answers.

Not a single word came from you since Ace's death. Not when Shanks came, not when Blackbeard came. Nothing.

"Y/N?" An unexpected figure appeared before you—Rayleigh, your former crewmate.

You look at Rayleigh with a mix of shock and exhaustion written all over your face. He could sense that you had gone through a lot, and he could see that you had regressed emotionally due to the repeated attempts.

"So? How many?" Rayleigh asked with genuine concern in his voice.

Taking a moment to gather yourself, you respond, "Fifty-three..."

"Why are you here now? Did you give up?" Rayleigh asked, concern evident in his voice.

You shook your head, "No, I haven't given up. I just needed some time to gather my thoughts and emotions. The past attempts... they were overwhelming, and I needed to take a step back. And I have a question to ask you."

"You knew I'd be here?" Rayleigh inquired.

"No, I've always went back after Ace passed." you explained. "The question I had was for Luffy, but I think it's better if I ask you."

Rayleigh nodded, giving you his full attention. "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, "I'm going to go back in time and kill Teach before he got the fruit."

He looked at you, "That's not a question."

You took a deep breath before sharing your plan with Rayleigh. "I've thought about it a lot, and I believe the key to preventing all of this from happening lies with Blackbeard—Marshall D. Teach. If I go back to the past again, before he acquires the power of the Yami Yami no Mi, I can stop him from ever becoming the dangerous force he is now."

Rayleigh listened attentively, his expression serious. "Changing the course of events involving a powerful figure like Blackbeard is a dangerous and unpredictable. Are you sure you're willing to take that risk?"

"There's a reason I've only been going back in time during Ace's release instead of going ahead with the plan. Altering the past would have far-reaching consequences, not only for Blackbeard but also for all the relationships and bonds. The thought of potentially losing or changing those connections weighed heavily. I'm going to end up playing God on people."

"I understand your concern," Rayleigh replied, his expression gentle. "Changing the past is a serious decision, and it's natural to worry about the impact it might have on your relationships. But you must also consider the possibility of preventing great pain and suffering. If you can save Ace and countless others from the tragedies that await, it might be worth the risk. You are the one with the power, if you want to do it. Why should you not?"

You look at him again and smile. You get up.

Marking your 54th attempt on saving Ace.

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Pluton — 1 Whitebeard Pirates

Portgas D. Ace x Reader

Synopsis - you are captured by marines, relive your life, and saved by pirates

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The void century, a time of wonder and mass destruction. A burden it was to live through time. The burden of knowing the truth behind this world of ours is bound by the sea. Twenty kingdoms tied down with alliance to take the great kingdom full of gods of technology. The promise between posideon and joy boy to raise Noah above the sea. Three ancient weapons capable of mass destruction; posideon, pluton, Uranus.

All of this, forgotten, erased from history, bruned by gods. A gap in time it is our forgotten past, therfore we lost our future. The burden that held by those who hold this forgotten past in their minds. The weight of the world held in their hands. It fills some with awe and joy while others dread or fear, then there are those who walk away with just another story. It's a story where the world wants you dead if you read it. It is purest gold and silver the world has ever laid eyes on. To know our lost history is to know all there is to know in our world. That is wonder of the void century. A history so dangerous to know it was wiped from history.

You remember none of it. How could you? You were born far into the future. After all, all that could be said was spoken. You don't remember a war, a kingdom surpassing gods, Posideon, Uranus, you don't know what they are.

All you know is Ancient Weapon Pluton. That is all that there is to know. You hear the sound of waves and water dripping onto rock. You hear a dragon roaring above a mountain, keeping those beneath it under its tyranny. You hear the sound of wind scraping metal and the cries from Pluton. You need to find Pluton.

You awake from your sleep as you feel the shackles around your hands begin to burn. It's already morning, and the sun shines through the barred window. The sun could barely make its way through the room, yet it still found a way to warm your hands.

You felt the ship swaying with ocean waves and the faint sound of voices coming from above you. You heard the Marines talk about random things. The strawhats, big mom, Arabasta, the whiteboard pirates, and finally, "Fire Fist" Ace. All these things are unknown to you. You can't remember something you never knew about. Ever since you left home, there was never time to even learn these things. Even before you were shackled by these chains, when you were free, you never once heard from beyond the sea. Not about Gol D. Roger, not about the pirate Era, not about the one piece, nothing.

All you ever knew was Pluton, and that is all there is to know. Without Pluton, you are nothing, and without you, Pluton is nothing.

You stood up as you walked toward the window high above you. You let the sun bathe your skin as you thought more and more about how to escape this marine ship. You couldn't stay here for long, not when Pluton has yet to awaken.

It was the sound of running and shouting that got your attention. You looked through the steel door's window as you saw marines running with swords and other things?

"Pirates, attack, whitebeard, cannons, captain, die, Commander." There was a flurry of words being shouted and could do nothing as you were bound by ropes of metal. You looked through your cellar window to see what was going on. It was just water. Waves hitting the ship and the water circling and circling. Could you escape with this? No. These shackles, you couldn't break, nor could you take down the steel door. There was no chance to escape unless the old lady took them off herself.

You suddenly collapsed to the floor as the ship began to violently turn, bringing your room closer to the sea. You let out a gasp as you were thrown the wall and back onto the floor. You winced in pain as you heard the sounds of cannons and screaming. Just what was going on?

You slowly began to sit up, and you groaned with each and every small movement. You weren't quite used to pain like that. You noticed that the steel door was dented, making room between the door and frame, enough so you could possibly go through. You inspected the gap and decided it was now or never. You couldn't risk the boat capsizing and going along with it. And you couldn't die now, not when you have yet to reach Pluton.

With hands chained together, you pushed yourself through and fell face first against the floor. You let out a yelp as you brought the cold metal covering your hands to your face. You began to wonder how you'll ever reach Pluton if you couldn't handle this much pain. Your thoughts were interrupted when the ship turned over once again, and this time, it wasn't turning back up. You managed to catch your footing this time as you began to look for a way out. You climbed the wall and stairs, trying not to fall with the ship sinking. The halls and rooms are all empty. You assume the marines on the ship must have abandoned you. You can't help but wonder why they'd spend so much time and resources to capture you alive only to let you drown with the ship. Well, not like they needed a lot of manpower to subdue you.

You were blinded by the sun when you finally made it outside through a shattered window. You stumbled as you crawled through, the weight of the chains throwing you off balance. You fell once again as he kneeled on the side of the capsized marine ship. Your eyes widened as you saw what made the Marines panic. It was a ship larger than the one that held you prisoner. Not only that, the number of people on that ship in comparison to this one, there was no winning this fight. Maybe that's why you saw some of the marines surrendering or making a get-away with a safety boat. You looked around warily as you frantically searched for the captain of the marine ship. He was the one you needed to be concerned of. He was the to tie you down and the one to put these chains on your hands. You didn't see him anywhere, and as you searched for him, you noticed one of the pirates begin to approach you with a sword.

You their mouth move as to speak but before they could say a word, hands went around your neck and began to choke you. You looked up to see that damn captain choking you. You could hardly breathe as the ship shifted once again, causing you both to fall into the sea. You closed your eyes as the captain let go for a brief second. You tried to push away, but he was stronger and faster than you. You struggled as best you could with these chains on you, and with andrenalin running through you, you tosses the chains up over you and behind his neck. You crossed your arms and pulled as hard as you could. You felt his grasp on your neck grow looser as you two sunk deeper into the sea. Even as his hands went limp, you refused to release his head as you continued to pull harder and harder. You couldn't let him live. He captured you and put you in restraints despite not being able to overpower the weakest marine. He prevented you from reaching Pluton. He intended to hand you over to those five monsters to use as a tool in order to awaken Pluton. And now? He needed you dead to insure no else hot their grasp on you. He was an obstacle to be removed from the equation. You felt his neck thin out as, finally, his body, or head, felt lighter.

You loosened the chains around his neck as you let go of the head. You began to feel faint the longer you remained underwater. You swam to the surface to see the marine ship nearly sunken completely. You breathed heavily, your chest rising up and down rapidly as you climbed onto a piece of rubble. You hastily looked around to see if there were a y other marines, there were none. You turned your attention to the pirate towering looming over you. You looked at the flag to see a skull on a cross of bones with a white mustache. Your eyes gazed at the crew seeing an odd looking guy with glasses and a very peculiar hair-cut; he gave you wave as you shivered. There, next to him, was another weird man with a kitchen knife. And you just kept seeing weird men with old haircuts and weird looking masks or hats. There was also this really tall, weird, old guy with a large white mustache similar to the ships flag. Were all the men on that ship weird?

You felt conflicted about what to do. You couldn't dive back underwater and swim to an island; you were exhausted as is, and your hands were still chained together. You weren't sure about these pirates' intentions with you; for all you know, they could want you to harm or use you to awaken Pluton. Even in your best state, you doubt you could beat the old guy in a fight. Not like you fought off those marines when they captured you when you were well-rested.

Speaking of your physical condition, you suddenly began to feel dizzy and the world fading out. You blinked to try to stay awake. Some of the pirates on the ship were speaking among themselves. Unsure of what they were speaking about, you tried to stand up in case they attempted to do anything. Everything began to spin around you as you tried to keep the piece of wood from flipping underneath you. You couldn't pass out. You didn't do anything other than fall a lot and struggle with that marine captain underwater. You aren't so weak or fragile you'll tire from that; then again, you never got into scuffle like that.

You saw the world fall before your eyes, or was it you falling. You seriously can't believe this was happening. You felt your body hitting water, and the world went black

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You never knew what your mother or father about you being special. They always said how peculiar it was that ever since you were born, the storms and hurricanes that plagued the island had ceased. How strange it was that any merchants, marines, or pirates stopped appearing once you were born. How strange it was that birds that onced delivered newspapers from the outside world stopped visiting as well. How strange it was that you never once cried, not even during your birth. How strange it was that you never once laughed, yelled, cry, smile. You never asked questions. You never seemed curious about life outside of the small island your parents called home. You never bothered your parents for attention or affection. They kept chasing you, asking what was wrong. They kept taking you to the island doctor, Witch, priest, but nothing ever helped. All you ever spoke of was Pluton.

"It's a ship made for me. I was born for it." Is what you always said. Pluton can't sail without you. You have no purpose without Pluton. You heard Pluton creak and its metal begin to rust and echo underwater. You felt the water run over its surface and delve into spaces no man has ever seen. You saw a tower high up, floating with the clouds. You saw a dragon dancing in the sky. You saw people cower in terror or sing in ignorance. You saw walls of stone imprisoning Pluton. You had to find and save Pluton.

Oneday, your mother fell pregnant. Fed up with your apathy and absolute indifference, your mother and father told you to leave. They couldn't help you. They couldn't love like they once did. They couldn't allow someone like you near their child. You understood why they did what they did. It was difficult for them to sleep in worry, stress, fear, and terror with you under their roof. They managed to buy you a small boat and packed essentials for you. With that, you left the very same day and never looked back.

The first time you killed someone was when you arrived on a neighboring island. You asked around, searching for any clues about Pluton. That's when a man approached you, willing to take you to the ship. You didn't notice the weary eyes of the people around you as he spoke. Naive about the possibility of ill-willed intentions, you accepted his offer. It was only when you were on his ship that he revealed he was a slaver trader. He chased you as he tried to tie up. You found a gun in one of the rooms and aimed at his head and demanded that he let you off.

"You really think you scare me? It's different killing a human -"

You shot him in the leg, then his shoulder, then his hand, stomach, knee, hip. He was right; it was different when killing a human. Especially one that makes you mad. It was difficult not to kill them too fast. He made you very mad for lying about Pluton, and you wanted him to be sure of it. It was the first time you ever felt strongly about something other than the warship. You hoped to never this way ever again. It was disgusting and disturbing; the way anger easily clouded your judgment, not that you let him live either way.

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When you awoke, you found yourself in a room with tunes and white curtains. It looked like the equipment the doctor from home village had. Some lady in a pink dress and leopard-printed stockings(?) came to your side.

"You okay, deary? You slept for a very long time." She softly to you.

She reached for your wrist, and instinctively, you pulled away. The chains, you noticed, they were gone. You looked at the nurse as she said nothing as she grabbed your wrist and got out some ointment.

"You shouldn't your hands too much for a while. Your skin isn't as rough as some of the commanders. No wonder your wrists were so torn."

She remained you of your mother. You didn't know how someone would feel about this thought, but you felt nothing as you reminisced. Your mother, she was gentle with her words no matter how frustrated or angry she was with you. It was only when she was with another child that she couldn't bear with you anymore. Sailing into the sea, you now realize how scarce it was to meet people as gentle as her.

"Where am I?" That's the only relevant question in this situation. You were just being choked not long ago and then watched by pirates to being tended to. All you know is that you're in a ship. You feel the way the ship turns ever so slightly in the water. The wind was far too strong for it to be some kind city or town. The only thing you don't know is whether the ship is the same that had all those weird pirates.

The lady opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say a word, the door to the infirmary slammed open. A boy shirtless boy with black hair and an orange hat stood there looking around the room. He looked fairly normal in comparison to those other pirates, so maybe you weren't on that ship. That's what you thought until he saw you and the lady. He was so loud! You two weren't even that far apart. "TATE! POPS WANTS TO THE GIRL!"

You shivered a bit at the volume of his voice. Ms. Tate must have noticed as she yelled back at him for scaring you. You just weren't used to such noise after so much silence. Every other time you were attacked or attacking, someone would scream, but you would always anticipate it. You were so stunned and disoriented from getting out of the bed that you didn't even notice Ms. Tate bringing you outside. You were so faint you didn't even notice that pirates on this ship were the same as those from before. Before you knew it, you, Ms. Tate and the loud one were in front of the man with the white mustache.

"-and what's your name"

You awoke from your stupor as you heard an intimidating voice. You blinked as you looked up to see the same man you saw before. He had rubes connected to him, beer in hand, and surrounded by many other ladies dressed like Ms. Tate. So you were on that ship.

You straightened your posture as you stood in a defensive position. Not that you could defend yourself if they decided to attack you, nor could you win in a fight. You looked towards Ms. Tate and she just placed a hand on your shoulder.

"My name? I DON'T REMEMBER!!! AND IF I DID, WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU WHEN YOU DONT HAVE THE DECENCY TO INTRODUCE YOURSELF?" You yelled out. You didn't know what this feeling was, but you felt the need to yell. As if the only way to be heard was to yell louder than he spoke.

"Did you hit your head? Did you forget why the Marines had you?"

it's been so long since you had to say your name. It's been so long since anyone ever called your name. Your parents stopped calling you by your name ever since they took you to the doctor. It's been far too long since you needed your name. But you didn't lose your memories. Amnesia is something below you. Getting it is a death sentence.

"OF COURSE NOT! I'D RATHER DIE THAN FORGET! I just never had a need for my name, so I forgot." You don't know why, but you whispered the last part as you looked down towards your wrists. How could you forget how that captain held you down demanding to know where Pluton was. Or when he put those chains on your hands.

"Well, I am Edward Newgate. Best known as Whitebeard, ever heard of it?"

"No, am I supposed to?"

The way you genuinely made your question was made every drop as you looked around, waiting for something. The loud one with you and Ms. Tate grabbed your shoulders as he shook you. "How can you not know about Pops!"

Ms. Tate pushed him away as she began to scold him again. She then came to you as she gently petted your head. "He's just pirate really well known in the grand line."

As soon as she said that, more and more of the crew came to you telling who Whitebeard was. It was just so confusing to hear Gold Roger, grand line, red line, division commanders, and so much more. You never received this kind of attention before. It was either a crowded of people wanting to kill, sacrifice, imprison, enslave, sell, or eat you.

"SILENCE YOU INSOLENT BRATS!" Whitebeard command as a swarm of fire surround you. Ms. Tate was shoved and pushed away from you as the flames detoured anyone from coming near you. The boy with the orange hat appeared in front of you as the flames dissipated.

"What business did the marines want with you?"

You froze as soon as you heard that. Should you tell him about Pluton? Should you do so in front of all the pirates here? Should you even trust a pirate?

"It isn't something that would interest you -"

"For all I know, you could be a dangerous fugitive to me and my sons. So tell me why the marine captain tried to kill in his finale moments."

'Kill her if you can't capture her alive.' They would rather have you dead than anyone else get their hands on you. You, the only person in the world, are able to operate Pluton to its fullest. What would take thousands upon thousands of men to maintain, clean, operate, repair, steer, is easily done by one single person. Pluton was the flesh and blood, and you were its mind.

"I can drive a warship. That is all there is to it." You couldn't look at his face as you spoke.

"All because you can operate a warship? Something easily done by thousand of marine recruits and they wanted you?" The air around him got tense, "Now tell me why they wanted you dead."

"The day I tell you is the day I die. It's something that they'll kill me for, and that's all there is to it! AND IT'S NOT SOME REGULAR WARSHIP! IT'S Pl--"

You covered your mouth before you could say another word. You placed your hand down slowly as you looked up at him in the eye. "They'll kill me just because I can drive a particular ship. That's the truth."

You hated it. You hated how lesser you felt than with those chains on. You didn't know what it was about the chains or how you were surrounded by all these people, but it made you feel lesser, and it made you mad. You didn't know what to think about the look Whitebeard gave you as your nose began to bleed. It was the same look your parents looked at you with. It was concern. Perhaps he didn't care as much as your mother and father, but it was there.

The rest of it was slow. Whitebeard had Ms. Tate take you back as your nose began to bleed. The rest of the pirates left you alone spare for the loud one. He followed you back with Ms. Tate.

Ms. Tate sat you back onto the bed as she held a tissue up to your nose. The loud one leaned back onto the wall next to her as he remained silent and watched.

"So what was that whole thing with 'IT'S NOT SOME REGULAR WARSHIP!' thing?" He mimicked your voice in an annoying pitch. "The old man seemed real bothered by your attitude."

"I was simply unable to disclose any information of my imprisonment." Your voice was muffled by tissue as you spoke, "It was for my safety. Who knows what anyone would do if I were to say."

"You sure?" He leaned next to Ms. Tate to look closer at you. "You seemed pressed when when Pops said something about a regular ship -"

"Because it isn't some 'regular ship!' It's Pluton -I umm!"

You messed up. You said Pluton's name, the name that caused those lousy nobles to imprison you. You pulled away from the tissue Ms. Tate held at your nose as you climbed further back onto the bed, away from the two of them. You felt nervous as you held your eyes closed, and when you opened them, they... they seemed more confused if anything.

"Pluton?" Ms. Tate muttered under her breath as she tried to remember if she had ever heard of it.

"Can't say I know Pluton." The loud spoke with curiosity. He looked at you with confusion, wondering why you reacted so harshly when saying it.

You were also confused. How come they didn't know of Pluton? Isn't Pluton known by everyone? That's why the Marines were sent to capture you. Pluton is a weapon of mass destruction, so wouldn't it make sense for everyone to know? Then again, the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Whenever you asked anyone about Pluton, they would never know. And that was considering how often you even talked to someone. The last time you spoke to another person about Pluton before your capture was five months prior.

"If... If you don't know about Pluton, then it's better that way." You relaxed a bit as you looked warily at Ms. Tate and the loud one. "They wanted me alive to steer the ship, and they were willing to kill me to ensure I never do. I'm not sure what those nobles would do if you knew."

"You'll be safe here," Ms. Tate spoke, and she gave you look so soft you felt like crying. "Whitebeard is the strongest man in the grand line; they would have to think twice before attacking the Whitebeard pirates."

The loud one stood up straight as he brought his hands behind his head. "Besides, it's not like Marine headquarters know where you are -" Ms. Tate hit his leg as he said. "OW! Sorry! What I meant was that they can't hurt you if they don't know where you are! Is that better, Tate?"

Ms. Tate began to scold him again. "Why would you say that to a frightened girl!"

"How was I supposed that would scare her! AH!"

You didn't feel as tense as before. Maybe Ms. Tate is right. You are safe here. But no matter how the two tried to ensure you, you still felt weary. Those nobles... you may not know much about the world you live in, but you do know that those nobles reign at the very top. You knew they would do anything if it meant to be able to control Pluton. You also knew that they would be willing to kill you if they can't get their chains around you.

CRASH!!!

you flinched as you broke out your thoughts to see the loud one on the ground next to a broken table. Ms. Tate was yelling at him, demanding he fix this. You let out a noise.

"Hm! Hehaha..."

You didn't know what it was that made you make that sound, but it felt nice. You felt warm seeing them fight. It was strange. Wouldn't one normally be fearful of others fighting? It was truly strange.

It was odd for you to be unable to control your voice. The only time you ever acted out was when someone would speak poorly of Pluton. This? This was new. You felt so light and warm you couldn't help but do something.

The loud one and Ms. Tate didn't seem to notice your predicament as she pulled the boy by his hair. He seemly gave up on fighting back as he limply said, "Yes, ma'am..."

Ms. Tate handed him a broom and dust pan as he sat defeated. She walked to where you sat and helped you up. She said something about not leaving you to sleep here with "him" around. Ms. Tate led you out the door as you turned to look at the loud boy.

He had freckles...

Ms. Tate took you to another room on the ship. You gazed upon the sea as the sun began to set. The room she took you was small. It had a singular bed and cabinet next to you. You could see it was only big enough to take three large steps.

"Sorry about the small space. There wasn't enough room in the women's sleeping quarters, so I had some of the men empty this storage room and put a bed here. Though this is just temporary unless...Nevermind."

Hmm. There were very few times you were graced by kindness by people from the sea. More often than not, they try to take advantage of you. Though Whitebeard seemed wary of you, he thought of you as a child. The pirates though, you weren't quite sure if they would take to kindly with you on board.

And that loud boy, you never got his name.

#Pluton #ace x reader #portgas d ace #portgas ace x reader #one piece

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eustassslut · 2 years

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Colourblind (Marco x Reader x Thatch)

i got @cyborg-franky in the @onepiece-reader-exchange

word count: 3,302 | they/them | gender neutral reader | soulmate au (you can only see in black and white until you meet your soulmate)

You're 6 years old the first time you ask your mother why the world you see is so bland and why this so called colour that your biology teacher talks off is so bleak when it comes to your eyes. All she can do is laugh, moving to sit down next to you on the floor of the family bar as she begins to explain the concept of soulmates.

"You're colourblind darling, you won't see colour until you look into the eyes of your soulmate."

Of course to a child this is just more confusion and your mother must sense it as she continues on, telling you "a soulmate is the person your soul is tied to, your destined other half who will complete you and make you feel complete."

"After-all", your mother continues on, "in a world where minks, giants and fishmen co-exist, it is only natural that soulmates exist to intertwine us all and make us better people."

Aged 10 is when you realise just how rare it can be to find your soulmate and just how many obstacles stand in your way. The world is wide and you live on an island located in Grandline, you are stuck hoping that your soulmate will sail into the port. But even that does not guarantee you will be given an opportunity where you are able to encounter them on the island and then look into their eyes.

Though the chances of you finding your soulmate on the island are low, you can't help but hope. Naturally, with said hope comes fantasy as your mind mixes up the beauty of your parents' soulmate match with the various daydreams about the type of partner your soulmate will be, creating a wide variety of perfect fantasy soulmates.

The children on the island would say you often seem lost in your own little world, sitting with your head in your hand and silly grin on your face in the corner of the classroom as you dream up these fantasies. Wondering to yourself if they will they be a pirate? A civilian? A marine? Will they be human or maybe one of the fishmen who often came through the island?

It's when you're 15 years old, slaving away at your family's bar on a Saturday evening when you first hear talk of the Whitebeard Pirates, of the dangers and heroic tales of their Captain who is said to be able to crack the very air around him.

Despite being older than the young children sitting awestruck around the table currently held by Roger Pirates, you find yourself being drawn towards the source of the words, a pirate named Gol D Roger, until you're left standing still behind the children and hugging the ale jug against your chest hooked on every word.

The tales of the Whitebeard have you fascinated and addicted, chanting along with the young children for more and demanding the raven haired captain tell of his own adventures along the Grandline.

Unfortunately, you are faced with reality moments into a tale about the journey to an island in the sky and reminded that you should be working on clearing the surrounding tables. So clean the surrounding tables you do, hanging on the every word you are able to hear and desperate to hear more.

The universe seems to be on your side however, as the Roger Pirates decide they quite like your family's bar and come back the next day offering a solid bar of gold for information on the sites of the island, alongside a paid night of drinking for everyone who shows up to drink with them. The night consists of cheers, heroic tales, laughter and the start of a new friendship.

The new friendship starts with a tug on your apron from the boy with long red hair from the Roger Pirates (tugging a blue haired pirate closely behind him of course), who seems excited to have an opportunity to make a new friend in the two weeks they plan to stay on the island. Over the course of the night as you serve the two boys glasses of apple juice that they pretend is beer, you learn their names are Shanks and Buggy, that they're apprentices for the crew and that they're soulmates.

Upon learning the last detail you feel a small bubble of jealousy rise in you, they're both younger than you and yet they've beat the unlikely odds of meeting each other. Alongside meeting, they've gotten to travel the whole Grandline on a famous Pirate group together.

But despite the initial jealousy a cycle is started alongside the friendship, the Roger Pirates coming in during the night to drink and the young apprentices coming to see you during the day to explore the island and building silly childhood (but still unforgettable) memories together.

It is during one of these days that you ask the two boys to describe what colour looks like and if it truly lights up the world around you. This prompts Shanks to ask you what you think your soulmate will be like and what you want them to be like. With the two boys encouraging you to be open with them and promising they won't tell a soul what they say, not even their captain, you find yourself opening up about your daydreams and your wants.

"I hope they will be a pirate like you both, I think that would be awfully exciting." You confess aloud for the first time, your hands suddenly seeming very clammy as you wipe them against the rough fabric of your shirt. The two boys are quick to grin and reassure you that they'll be hoping along side you that your soulmate is a pirate.

The Roger Pirates departure from your island two days later is filled with many tears and promises from the three of you to reunite, as well as promises to exchange frequent letters and transponder snail calls with each other.

One such letter that you receive a year later from Buggy details an encounter they had with the Whitebeard Pirates and mentions a young pirate apprentice on the crew your age named Marco, whom Buggy calls your type and jokingly writes that "he could be your soulmate, we both await your later confirmation".

Over the next 10 years Buggy and Shanks both emerge as Captains of their own crews (apparently Buggy didn't want to serve under Shanks' jolly roger due to his pride) but the joy is overshadowed by the earlier news of Roger's public execution. The island and the bar stay much the same despite this, such is the life of a small island located on the Grandline. But one small change does occur, the wanted posters of your favourite pirates begin to be pinned to the walls of the bar.

Ironically one of your favourite wanted posters pinned to the walls belong to the right hand man of the Whitebeard Pirates, Marco. The pirate Buggy wrote to you about all those years ago. Another favourite belongs to his fellow crewmate named Thatch.

Though you pretend to the curious children who wonder in asking about the pirates pinned to the walls that they're only your favourites because of the tales you've heard pass through the tables of the bar, the reality is that you think they're incredibly handsome pirates.

It's the week of your 26th birthday that finally brings the fated event, and an overall unique experience for the island that your mother jokingly calls your birthday gift from her (apparently she's not quite as obvious to your fascination as you thought). The Whitebeard Pirates arrive on your island to spend the next few days on land whilst they gather new supplies.

Naturally, as the bar known on the island for hosting pirates such as the Roger Pirates and the celebrated marine called Garp it's expected by your parents that the pirate crew will stop in at some point. Thus as you try desperately to squash the bundle of nerves growing in your stomach at the thought of meeting the Whitebeard Pirates (who you have been fascinated with for 10 years) whilst cleaning the tables in preparation for the fated evening.

The second day after their arrival brings 3rd commander Diamond Jozu and 16th commander Izo into the bar with various men under their divisions. Though it should be a normal day at work for you, you still find yourself stilling as Izo slides onto a bar stood in front of you and pushes a large bag of Bellis across the counter to you.

"Just an advance for the evening love, we look forward to the alcohol and food." He says with the elegant and stunning smile you've heard about from the female pirates who have passed through the bar before that had faced him.

The sight of the money seems to shake you awake, as you begin to prepare drinks of beer, ale and wine that you know the men before you will enjoy.

It's easy after you start working to settle into the role of the polite bartender that offers a smile with the ale, jokes about the posters pinned to the walls, tells them the bar's best food and asks them about their adventures, all while still focusing on not freaking out that these are the Whitebeard Pirates before you.

You become so focused in fact that the hours seem to blur together in your mind as a result of practised work ethic and general euphoria at the unique encounter with the crew. This focus is broken promptly at 9.37pm when the door is burst open and louder cheers of delight are raised from the men inside the bar. The cause of the cheers comes in the dominating form of the tall brunette man named 3rd commander Thatch, who strides over to the central table that has been unofficially claimed as the division commanders table.

At the sight of one of your favourite pirates before you has your cheeks flushing to what your mother would describe as a vibrant red, like a strawberry. It's a little difficult to control your heart and the heat of your cheeks in order to put the perfect bartender persona back on, but you manage to slip it on just in time for Thatch to call out to your father behind the bar for a beer.

The beer is passed onto your tray moments later with a wink from your father and a light hearted "go serve your favourite pirate" is thrown to your back as you walk towards the division commander table.

The polite bartender persona has slipped on just enough it seems because as you lean over the table in front of Thatch to place the mug, you look up at him to flash him a smile and happen to meet his eyes as you prepare to tell him to enjoy his drink.

Instead, the crash of a mug fills the air and the inside of the bar seemingly goes quiet. Your tray follows the mug to the floor as your hands fly to your mouth in shock, but the noise seems muffled to you, like it's taken place in another world because before you the world is suddenly bursting with more vibrant shades then you even know the words of.

"It's you." Your voice sounds shaky and breathless, but you decide to yourself that's it's rather natural given the circumstances.

"It's me." Thatch wears a cocky grin and is seemingly unnerved by the situation, but a slight tremble undertones his words and as you gaze upon your new found soulmate you notice his hands are slightly shaking.

It's then when you notice something is wrong. That something isn't how it's supposed to be in your fantasies. When Buggy had told you over sparkling apple juice in great detail what colours awakening in your eyes had felt like and how it had worked, he had never mentioned one eye bursting with colours before the other did. You can only see colour out of your right eye. Your left eye is devoid of colour.

Your brain stops functioning rationally after you notice this, your left hand flying to your eye as you try to rub it into bursting with colour and when that doesn't work you try blinking a series of harsh blinks. Then your ears seemingly unmuffle as a large, rough hand takes hold of your left one and gently pulls it away from your face.

"It's okay, that's fine for us. Please don't worry." Thatch's voice is calming and therapeutic to your hectic mind, which leads you to decide you could listen to it all day for the rest of eternity on this earth.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you mind following me outside? I think I should tell you this in private."

Thatch gestures with his head to the right, leading you to look around the room around you at the many silent pirates (and your confused parents) who are watching transfixed as the two of you talk, like you were some species they had never seen before in their adventures.

Thatch leads you outside, still holding your hand and pretending like it doesn't cause butterflies to fly in your stomaches. A comfortable silence surrounds you both as you both try to find an appropriate way to discuss what has just happen.

"You know, people pray in religious buildings every day for moments like the one when you just took my mind." You're the first to break the silence, blurting out the first thing that comes to your head.

You're answered with a deep laugh from the man before you and a very gentle squeeze to your left hand. It feels as if Thatch is scared to break you. Scared that if he lets you go you'll disappear like you're a figment of his imagination.

"I suppose so."

"So why did you bring me outside to talk."

Thatch stops then abruptly, turning to face you and opens his mouth to talk before he stops himself. It takes a moment or two for him to decide how to start the conversation and to gather his beating heart to a slower pace. "This is going to sound like a lot to take in but there's two of us." He stops for a second, hesitating before realising what he has just said doesn't make much sense, "I mean you have two soulmates. Me and Marco. There's three of us totalled now I suppose."

The mention of Marco has you go into hysterical laughter which Thatch seems to take as you not believing him. He opens his mouth to further his explanation but pauses when you raise your connected hands to stop him. Of all the chances, you have two soulmates (something not unheard of but still rather rare) and they're both the two pirates you fanciest the most during the past few years. Alongside that, one of them is Marco, the man whom Buggy had written to you about all those years ago.

"Take me to him." Your request seems to stun Thatch for a second, who would tell you many months later that he had already been preparing himself for a rejection from you in this very moment. But a grin quickly grows on his face at the request and he begins you gently pulling you along by your connected hands. Along the walk you struggle to take in the vibrant colours of the world around you, as you begin experience the world for it's true beauty.

Thatch seems to notice this as he begins asking you questions about you, your life and the family bar that shift your focus and distract you from the world around you. So distracted in fact that you don't notice until you're walking up a plank that you're walking onto the Moby Dick. The famous ship you had heard so many tales about from the pirates who had crossed it and from Shanks himself in his most recent letters.

Thatch would tell you years later how your eyes had lit up at the ship around you, how they had gone wide as you took it all in as he pulled you across the deck.

"Now who is this Thatch?" A booming voice echoes across the Moby Dick, stirring you from your fantasy and you turn your head just in time to see the greying and rather giant man. The very man Roger had told you about all those years ago, the man who could crack the very earth and defeat entire marine ships without even trying.

"Sorry can't talk Pops, looking for Marco" is all Thatch yells over his shoulder at his father who it would appear has seen this happen before, as he meerly mouths a simple "sorry" at you and lifts a giant hand to wave in your direction. It feels like a promise to met at a later date, but also like you've walked in on a private interaction with a teasing father like your own and a son. The situation feels surreal to you.

Thatch pulls you through several rooms and even more corridors on the Moby Dick before he eventually knocks on a room with an infirmary label on it. Despite the knocking, Thatch doesn't wait more than a moment before bursting through the door and dragging you along with him.

In the corner of the infirmary, a man with hair that can only be described as looking like a pineapple sits writing on a medical clipboard. It's Marco. The sight of the man pinned to the walls of your bar causes your cheeks to plush red again.

"Thatch, how many times have I told you that you can't just-" Thatch seems to burst in unannounced multiple times before as Marco begins reciting the telling off without even looking up. After he finishes writing his sentence on the clipboard, Marco looks up and immediately stops as he accidentally locks eyes with you in the process of looking for Thatch.

Then immediately your left eye bursts into colour, joining the right one in full colour only fifteen minutes after the initial encounter with Thatch. The experience has been rather overwhelming, going from learning your favourite pirate crew was on your island to finding a soulmate to discovering you have two soulmates, so the three of you settle into a comfortable silence again as they give you time to adjust to the latest development.

"I have dreamed of you for 26 years. I've never seen you or touched you, but I've yearned for you with all of my heart.” Marco is the first to break the silence, leaping up from his chair and promptly knocking it over as he strides across the room to stand before you. His words are romantic and well thought out, the perfect right hand man to the Emperor Whitebeard.

"You're both far more attractive than your Wanted posters." Is all you can think to blurt out in response in an attempt to flirt back with your newfound soulmate, causing fits of laughter to expel from both pirates.

"You seem to know who we are but I have yet to learn your name." Marco moves swiftly to take hold of your free hand and leans down to place a kiss on it. Thatch beside you fake gags at the sight, apparently not impressed with his boyfriend's flirting attempts.

"Y/N. My name is Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you soulmates, I've fantasied about this day my entire life."

Now aged 25, writing a letter to Buggy whilst Marco and Thatch sleep beside you about how you've found your soulmates and informing him that you can now confirm Marco is your soulmate, you're happy to say that your world is not so bland and devoid of colour.

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mugiwara-communications · 2 years

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OP Characters as "Things in my Fridge"

To my mother, who doesn't read any of my work, I'm sorry I spent three hours with the fridge door open. I swear I was cleaning it out, but also just eating handfuls of cheese when you weren't looking.

Monkey D. "Strawhat" Luffy: White people leftovers from dinner, porkchops with fried potatoes :)

"Pirate Hunter" Roronoa Zoro: Horrible roughly chopped green onions in a baggy shoved under a bag of cherry tomatoes. I don't remember cutting any onions recently, and I hate tomatoes.

"Cat Burglar" Nami: Cutie mandarines... cuz she's a cutie. She'd probably kill me because it's not a tangerine, but they aren't in season yet.

"God" Usopp: A five-pound bag of shredded colby jack cheese that I eat handfuls at a time.

"Black Leg" Sanji: My man is the whole fridge in this case, y'all, he's the anything and everything.

"Cotton Candy Lover" Tony Tony Chopper: 1/3 full can of 'Cotton Candy' flavored Bang. And yes that is actually in my fridge at this moment and not just picked out because they're both cotton candy.

"Devil Child" Nico Robin: Not in the fridge, but the hideous and beautiful drawing my niece did of me stuck to the door. It's my prized possession and I know Robin would keep all of Luffy's drawings.

"Iron Man" Franky: A single open can of faygo twist, and no it wasn't flat.

"Soul King" Brook: A pitcher of Sweet Tea! Freshly made!

"Knight of the Sea" Jinbe: The chuck of salmon I spent $25 on and get to dice up for my kitty later.

“Oni” Yamato: Chinese takeout that I don't remember buying, but will be eating later hell yeah.

"Surgeon of Death" Trafalgar Law: A near empty bottle of cold brew coffee. SToK brand because I'm not rich enough to buy starbucks.

"Captain" Eustass Kid: A random dirty/used knife, (not bloody.)

"Massacre Soldier" Killer: The birthday cake I found with the knife. And no, it hasn't been anyone's birthday recently, but that cake does say 'Happy Birthday' in blue icing.

"Red Flag" X Drake: A three-pound industrial container of melted chocolate I could use for ice cream, milkshakes, chocy milk, licking off his big sexy chest, and so much more.

"Big Eater" Jewelry Bonney: Frozen Totino's pizza rolls that my sister put in the wrong area again. Combination, but I don't care for the sausage.

"The Magician" Basil Hawkins: Bottle of ranch, nothing else. Not even spiced, magical ranch. Just plain, normal, 'good for salads and pizzas' ranch.

"Whitebeard" Edward Newgate: Okay, not 'in' my fridge, but I keep boxes of cereal on top and recently bought an off-brand called 'Bye-Os' indeed of 'Cheerios' and that is the perfect dad joke.

Marco "The Phoenix": A suspiciously perfect bag of grapes. Like delicious, juicy, tender, firm... grapes, yes, the grapes. Good grapes.

Portgas D. "Fire Fist" Ace: The butter I've also yelled at my sister not to put in the fridge so many times. It's the toast butter! It's got, like, crumbs in it, so it can't be used for much else!

Gol D. "Gold" Roger: You know those plastic, reusable ice cubes? I have 8 million of them little bitches, they leak like hell, and I know that he'd, proudly, be one of them.

Silvers "Dark King" Rayleigh: The cheap-ass bottle of 10% wine I sippy-sip when I'm saddy-sad. He could be something of higher quality if I could afford it.

"Red Hair" Shanks: Near empty bottle of ketchup I have to shake and beat on the counter to use. Most likely separated and gross, but give it a few shakes and it's usable again.

Buggy "The Clown": Call me white, but he's a good potato salad. AND WHEN DONE RIGHT, IT'S REAL GOOD. He's the comfort of potato, the crunch of pickle, and the miracle of miracle whip.

Dracule "Hawk Eyes” Mihawk: A bottle of apple juice that looks and smells like it's been fermenting for twenty years.

“Sir” Crocodile: Dill relish looking ass that is mostly juice instead of the pickles. However, usable in many dishes.

Boa “Pirate Empress” Hancock: My niece is just learning why some foods have to go in the fridge and will stick things in there when no one is looking to help, so Boa is the packet of double stuff oreos I have been looking for all day.

Donquixote Doflamingo “Joker”: Gross bitch can be my father's sour kraut for all I care, I don't eat it and I ain't touching this man with a ten-foot pole.

Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinate: Chocolate-covered strawberries in a bag that has been sitting next to a bag of raspberries, which now I can't eat either of them because I'm allergic.

"Revolutionary Chief of Staff" Sabo: Thirteen different miniature hot sauce bottles that came in a large kit, all different levels of spice and flavor... Go, white boy, go.

"Pirate Princess" Nefertari Vivi: Pretty spring fruit cocktail, with watermelon, cucumber, and cherries. I bought that bitch at public!

Bartolomeo "The Cannibal": A half-eaten watermelon that is mostly just the rind left.

"Ghost Princess" Perona: A brand new bottle of apple juice I just opened and won't let ferment!

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grandlinedreaming · 4 months

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The beginning of an era

One piece x oc. Happens directly after Roger's execution

“I’m not following either o’ ya’”

She stood strong in front of the boys – no, the young men – she had grown up with. Both had wide eyes and agape mouth as Irene’s words sank in. They began to stutter and shout protests and arguments but, a single tear down her cheek, blackened by mascara, stopped the divided pair: “ We just lost cap’n. Executed in his hometown for the world ta see. You want to be pirates? Fine by me. Jus’, please, leave me out o’ it. None of us have bounties yet, Shanks, Buggy. Marines’ve thought o’ us as nothing more than crew and… I’ll take that advantage ta sail away and find maself a quiet island where I won’t be bothered.” “ But-“ “Bugs, she interrupted. I’m not interested in piracy anymore. I’ll be jus’ as free in a cabin on a hill, a workshop in a shed and playing with a dog or a cat. Be wild, build crews, become the powerful, great and glorious pirates ya wanna be. I’ll be tuning cogs and building metal things from ma imagination. And, who knows? Maybe one o’ youse’ll find ma little island, and we’ll laugh about the good old days and cry ‘bout what’s to come. ‘Till then, I’m leaving.”

The red-haired young man held back tears but smiled at the seventeen year old girl he had come to know as his sister. The red-nosed one didn’t hold back his as he looked Irene in the eyes. The three of them had fought back-to-back, protecting each other in Gold’s crew most of their childhoods, now they parted ways. It was sour in some minds, but sweeter towards her. They gave the late teenage Irene one last handshake: a last promise to remember each other in their prayers, and each left the alleyway, alone.

It felt odd to not have her crewmates follow her or her following them. They’d always been a trio: “the Roger brats” from Whitebeard, “the musketeers” from Gaban, “beauty and the beasts” from most the crew( beauty being Shanks as Buggy and herself tended to be bruised and dirty from all the tricks they attempted and devices they tried). When Buggy fell ill back when they finally had enough knowledge to travel to the last island, she was first to volunteer to stay back with him. Shanks only followed. She was glad for her and Crocus those days where the blue-haired boy coughed more than he breathed. She never wanted to hear about that island, though. That was the boy’s dream. She just wanted the knowledge to build her “mechas” that never failed to get stars up in the boys eyes.

She regretted never having told either of them how grateful she was to have met them.

Irene stepped unto a busy street: the sky was, as always, covered in clouds but it didn’t stop the stomping around, the pushes and yells everywhere she looked. Ever since her captain’s last words, which still echo in her head hours later, Loguetown had become almost lawless. People were ripping their hair out, shouting hurrahs, threats and everything in between, robbing stores in broad daylight, arguing, bargaining and settling affairs for new and old crews. Piracy overwhelmed the streets and she knew just how to avoid the mess. She drew her trench coat closed with its belt, concealing the large number of firearms, knives and grenades she had not only attached to her corset, but also created herself. Previously, her crewmates chuckled, calling her a ‘walking arsenal’, sometimes calling her the ship’s engineer or ‘crazy scientist’. Irene had tricks up her sleeves, literally.

Careful not to bump into anyone or bring attention to herself, she stuck to the edges of the streets, her bandolier bag away from the busy crowds. She spotted a familiar, smaller street which led downhill into a darker part of town. Her captain had brought the crew in a tavern somewhere down that road before. She noted the changed name of the bar when she stopped in front of it. Gold Roger. The only bar in all the world that could actually hold some merits to its claim of seeing the beginning of Gold’s Grand Line conquering. It all started here, with a drunk, idealist but optimistic captain.

The place was full. Crews, new and old, getting drunk off their ass before attempting to sail that sea, some buying barrels from the barkeep to keep drunk on their journey, others dancing on or around tables and a fight brewing in a corner. It was loud. It was bright. It was a pirate bar. She could hear Bink’s Sake played badly but coherently on an old violin, a few of the men present muttering the words through numbed mouths. She looked at the men and the few women that would soon sail away, none looked too promising but, nonetheless, she silently wished them calm seas and smooth sailing. The girl knew just how rough the journey and its enemies were, she didn’t wish that on anyone.

She made her way through the crowd, found an empty (how lucky!) table in a badly-lit corner, and sat facing the entire bar. She could see anyone coming in or out and she had an escape route planned if things were to go sour, although she couldn’t see how. She reached in her bag and clutched in her fingers a small toolkit and what looked like a copper and bronze cubic figurine. She placed both on the table and opened the kit, then, softly, passed her index on a specific place of the figurine. A small light, no bigger than an ember, glowed under her finger. She blinked and the cube was now big enough to have a child sit comfortably on it.

The cube had four wheels, two hinges where a line seemed to separate it at about the two thirds of its height and an adjustable metal cylinder which ended in glass on the front above the line. She then retrieved a controller from her bag no bigger than a rose petal. She repeated the process and, in an instant, it sat in her hands as if molded from them. She put both down on the table and began tuning some gears with her kit, she opened the top of the cube, revealing three foldable and retractable three-fingered ‘hands’. Don’t ask Irene to explain the things she creates and how, she knows how things work, but could never explain or teach. Most of it she attributes to those three.

“Thought you’d want to disappear quickly, Irene, said an older man’s voice.” She saw him approach from behind the bar, a glass and a water pitcher in hand. Raoul, the bar owner and keep. He sat down next to her and filled the glass which he handed her. “I know you don’t like alcohol so-

- Too young for it, she replied, her eyes never leaving the cogs she tuned. But I won’t say no ta some water from a good barkeep.

- So, not leaving yet?

- Tomorrow. There’s a few things I’ve gotta make sure of before I go. Somebody I gotta meet afterwards.”

The bar suddenly went quiet. Every voice silent, even the violin ended on another false note. She noticed him coming even before he entered, his sheer power alarming her observation haki. She knew who he was before she saw him and she knew he knew her. Monkey D Garp. The Fist. The Hero of the Navy. There was a few reasons she could see why he’d be here but, it wasn’t to arrest everyone present. He could, as powerful as he is, but to make sure everyone got jailed, he’d need a least a dozen officers with him.

A few seconds passed and, the frenzy began. Captains yelling to leave, to retreat, yells of hurt as the pirates trampled over one another heading for the door, the sound of feet stomping in a run. GoldRoger emptied in less than a minute and not one of the men and women got stopped by the vice-admiral. Tables and chairs were overturned, some broken and the violin lay, splintered and in pieces, on the floor in a puddle of beer.

The graying man turned towards her table, Raoul scowled. He’d chased away all his costumers for the next few days. Garp stopped in front of her table, blocking her view of the place. Dressed in basic marine all white, she compared him to some sort of snowman., making her laugh in her mind. From dark brown eyes, her eyes changed to a glowing gold as she looked up to the vice-admiral’s face. Her face had turned serious, her eyes dark even with the glow from her irises. Her voice suddenly changed, her accent gone and replaced by one more fluid: “What may I do for you, vice-admiral Garp?

- You’ve been communicating with your captain recently, Irene Bronzedock.

- My captain is dead, sir. You and I both watched his execution this morning.

- You didn’t answer my question. I could have you jailed for obstruction of Justice.

- Would you?” At this point, Raoul stood and left, heading to the back. “See, there’s something about you, sir, that Captain and the crew understood. You know real Justice. And you deliver your punishments justly. I have no bounty, I have never been known to be apart of any crew and, being seventeen presently, I would have been very young if i would have been part of anyone’s crew. How much credibility would people give the marines if they were to suddenly arrest a crying teenager for no apparent reason? Other than she was mistaken for a Gold pirate when truly she was a hostage?” silence held the room once more before Garp sat down in front of her. “ He told me.” Now it was her time to be silent. She squinted her eyes at the man. He was more than serious. He could be referencing many things but, most of what came up to her mind Roger would never have shared with anyone outside the crew.

- “ I’m afraid I have no idea what you are referencing to, sir. There are many things he could have told you. Many secrets only he could divulge.

- He sent you a letter, you should have received it before the execution. I know because I read it and sent it for him. He asked something out of you, but what he asked in the letter made no sense to me. Why would he ask you to look after the Oro Jackson if no one is using it anymore?

- He loved that ship. We all did. A ship becomes a home after you begin sailing in it, sir. If you weren’t aware, I took care of the repairs of the Jackson, even at my young age.”

Irene could tell the famed marine had enough of her excuses but could not find fail in them. Any question he would ask, she could play around, answering his question whilst being truthful but holding back. Cat and mouse. There was something urgent about whatever her captain had told Garp. If it had anything to do with what the letter had said, he would tell his superiors and not just her life would be in danger. “Tell me one thing about what you think you know, a single word will do it. In exchange, I will tell you one word, one key word about what my letter truly meant. How does that sound?

- Fair enough, he sat back in his chair and looked her straight in the eyes. My word is: child.”

That was all she needed to know. Roger had told Garp about his son. His innocent, pure unborn child. There was going to be a witch hunt from the marines if they were to become aware of his existence. What had her captain thought? Where was his mind? She knew if the vice-admiral was the one to find him and his mother, he would somehow keep the child safe. He knows justice and a newborn, no matter the parents, is innocent and has a clean slate. But Rayleigh and Shakky would have kept him just as safe! Why tell him? No, she knew why. His son would be right under the Navy’s nose and they wouldn’t have a clue, and Garp holds his promises tight.

It was her turn to sit back. She replaced her tools in the correct order before sighing. Her eyes’ golden glow being replaced by her normal chocolate gaze. Once more, her voice changed, this time to its original sounds: “Ma word’s: protection. Ya know what that means, right?

- I do, he assured.

- What did he want ya ta do? She sighed. Raise the tyke?

- No idea! He loudly laughed. But I promised to take care of him, that’s what I intend to do.

- Ya couldn’t take care of a pet rock.”

The Hero of the Navy roared in laughter in the empty bar, surprising Irene with a grin of her own. “I sail out tomorrow, Irene informed him. Can we strike a deal?

- Sure. Whadaya have in mind, Bronzedock?

- Don’t follow me and let me protect the tyke and the mother like I promised ma cap’n, and when time is near, I’ll contact ya and let ya leave with the newborn.”

Garp waited a moment. Seriousness back on his face, he considered arresting her for a moment for even suggesting it but, a marine entourage for one pregnant woman would arise questions. Soldiers’ll become nosy, the world government will try to infiltrate the guard and kill both just for being affiliated to Gold, not to mention he has seen what Bronzedock can do with her devices and runes: she’ll decimate his officers and run away with the mother if she believes that’s the only way to protect them. If that were to happen, he can say goodbye to any chance he might have of ever protecting and perhaps raising the child. They’ll disappear and never resurface. There really is only one choice : “Alright. You leave tomorrow. When the baby is close to being born you give me a call. I only have one condition.

- Name it.

- I need updates. The progress, the mother’s health and the kid’s.

- I think I can do that. Shake?”

They stood and shook hands over the only remaining standing table in the bar.

It rained bullets when she finally reached the bottom of the hill. A small house, barely big enough for two persons, sat atop it, a dirt path leading down towards the village. It was easy to miss it, truly, had she not been here before and known what she knew, Irene would have thought it abandoned. There was a rusty mailbox at the foot of the hill, leaning outwards from the small, almost overgrown path. She began her ascent, her western-looking hat braving the wind and her trench coat getting soaked by the rain, her clothes underneath escaping narrowly the same fate. Her boots sank in the mud, her feet slipping here or there, causing curses to be muttered under her breath.

Nerves and her don’t know each other to be in bad terms. The nerves before battles, when building certain mechas or those ones when she was sure of succeeding were well welcomed but, the ones she had as she stepped under the rotting wood of the small roof above the doorstep, those, she didn’t welcome. She’d been here before, true but, she was alone and scouting the place. Then she had had to repair the interior to become livable. She didn’t know why her captain needed that task done before a certain date but, now, with all that had happened and she had learned – the execution, his last wishes, his partner, Rouge’s pregnancy and the coming birth of their son – it made sense. The cabin was a perfect cover for protecting the soon-to-be mother and her unborn child. No one was going to come close to here and, if they did, Irene knew how to spook them away. Still, it didn’t change the fact she had never met the woman who caught the captain’s eye enough for him to want to settle.

She raised her hand and- the door opened. She was hurried inside by a figure, by what her haki was telling her, a friendly one. She stumbled on her feet and almost fell on the wooden floor. When she turned, a strawberry blonde woman was closing the door and turning multiple locks and chains, those Irene had installed previously. The woman sighed and looked behind her towards the younger girl. She realised in that instant who this woman was: Rouge. Long curly strawberry blonde hair, freckles over sun-tanned cheeks, beautiful brown eyes within sad eyes. Yeah. Irene understood now how Roger could have fallen for her. “He said he would send you, Rouge’s voice was soft and kind but no louder than a whisper. I just, expected someone…

- Burly? Muscly? Taller?”

She laughed, well, it was more of a giggle but, it counted as a laugh for the seventeen year old. She flushed at the sound. Something told her Gold had chosen her not just for her handyman and medicine skills. No way was she leaving Rouge’s side now. Especially now that the world government had started their witch hunt. Marines and agents were being deployed to any and all island her Captain had visited in, at most, the last nine months. Garp made his report, as she expected, and now the hunt began. She had already heard of pregnant women, almost at term, being jailed and/or having their babies stolen at birth just to be tested and returned weeks later, sick and feeble.

Of course, this hunt for the King of Pirates’ child would end up forgotten, erased by the government. Anyone who’ll ever ask what happened to the sudden search for soon-to-be mothers will be gaslit by the authorities to the point that even the participant officers will put it far away in the back of their minds. They just won’t make her forget.

Rouge sat down at the small round table and invited Irene to do the same. They sat a few moments in silence before both erupted at once. Questions were swirling in each mind for the other. They stopped, both with their mouth agape, before giggles took hold of them. Soon, a much needed laughter was heard in the small dining room. A creak in the ceiling stopped them, bringing Irene so quick to her feet, pistols in both hands and safety off, that her chair fell and slid a foot away. Her observation haki scoured the entire house and the surrounding field: only mice and small animals. Unless someone was able to hide from her haki – which she highly doubted – no one was around.

She hadn’t noticed Rouge’s hands reach and grab her coat, as she sheathed her guns, she touched the older woman’s arm. It took her by surprise, the fear and uncertainty on her freckled face. Then, she remembered: Rouge is currently the most wanted person in all the seas, hated for the man she loved, now deceased, and her child, her unborn son, is wanted dead by everyone aware of his existence but three persons; herself, Irene and one Monkey D. Garp. How could she forget? She needs protection, reassurance, safety, certainty, a guaranty her son and herself would be safe and sound here, in this one bedroom, one bathroom, house.

Irene squatted in front of her captain’s lover, removed her hat and placed it on the table then looked directly in her eyes. She grabbed Rouge’s hands and held them tightly: “There’s nothing ta worry, she affirmed. I promise ya, not one thing’ll come in here that I won’t save ya from. Somebody could offer me all the world’s berries for ya an’ him an’ I’d still choose ta protect ya.

- It’s not like you haven’t promised Roger or anything…

- Hey. Look at me. Ta hell with ma promise. I’m doing this out of ma own will. Yeah, I did agree ta watch over ya but, that could be just ta make sure ya stay alive. But I’m gonna not only watch over ya, but I’ll protect ya and make sure yer always good. Whatever ya need, ask and you’ll get.

- Irene…

- There’s just one thing. Alright? Right now, yer afraid. We can’t have that. Ya gotta be strong and brave the fears. We’ve got a long time in front of us where we’ll have ta watch our every move. I doubt the gov dogs’ll let go of their bone after just nine months. Mothers’re being taken from their homes, babies brought who-knows-where and pregnant women jailed just for their conception date coinciding with cap’n’s passin’ through.”

Something seemed to hit Rouge hard. Something she understood clearly. She nodded to the girl, she got it. A plan brewed in her head, if it was possible remained to see but, she would need to try. At 10 weeks she still didn’t show and, with the right clothes, she could potentially hide the pregnancy longer. Irene stood and let go of her hands, bringing the blonde out of her planning. The girl looked around and spotted a few locations on the walls and doorways which she would later score and etch runes into. For now, she needed to plan better for their safety.

That’s when her eyes begin to glow a bright cyan blue. Rouge was taken aback by the sudden change in not only Irene’s eyes, but also, seemingly, her whole personality, mannerisms and voice. When questioned, later in the evening, the girl would explain to the best of abilities: when she was but an infant, her parents unknowingly fed her a devil fruit. The soul-soul fruit, model: alternative lives. She explained to her new roommate that she had access to the knowledge and life experience of as many as three other souls. As much as she could make out of these people she chose and linked herself to as a baby, they came from very different backgrounds and, as insane as it sounded, she wasn’t certain they even came from the same world.

Weeks later, she would answer a few more questions from her when Rouge felt on the brink of disaster. She introduced Selma, a trauma surgeon with a prosthetic leg. Selma had these bright blue eyes, a short afro she kept under a scrub cap almost permanently but braided with bright colors when she had a day off (which didn’t happen often) and dark skin. From her came the cyan glow in her eyes when she needed to know medical things or be more compassionate and caring. She also gave her the ability to perform surgeries and give medical care. Irene was rough around the edges and could be harsh when she shouldn’t be, Selma helped her be softer.

Later, she would talk about the Eel, or rather, Lee Yeung. Rouge had been watching off the horizon, anxiety creeping into her mind as her bump began to show more. At 37 weeks in, they both knew it would be soon. To bring her thoughts away from the worry, Irene brought up the big bad Eel. Lee had hazel eyes, almost gold, that seemed to bewitch the women and scare the men. He kept his hair shaven on the sides but in a long, black ponytail on the top. Only his personal hairstylist (a friend he made in law school, whatever that was) could attempt to touch and suggest changes to it. He kept his body fit and never ate more than what he needed and only ever in private. Lee was called the Eel because whilst it was a good pun on his name (he never said so, but Lee appreciated the occasional pun), it also fit with the fact he never got caught by the authorities for his extensive list of crimes. As the leader of a vast underground system of organized crime, he always seemed to slink between the fingers of justice. He slid between obstacles the same way an eel would. She got the golden eyes from him along with his cleverness and his ruthlessness.

When Irene understood Rouge’s plan to fight the contractions and keep her son inside as long as she could, even if it meant her death, just so he could be born safe from the hunters outside, she told her of the last soul. She told her of the love story of Asimu, the assassin, to keep her mind away from some of the pain. As they held hands, she began. Asimu, or Assassin Sent to Infiltrate Military Unit, was some sort of super soldier. An underground scientist cell modified his brain and DNA for him to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average soldier whilst also retaining total obedience. He also had been given a photographic memory, give him a sheet of info and he’ll have it completely memorised in a blink. He was rented by factions to infiltrate other factions and kill targets. That was his purpose. He had green eyes, was bald but, he had a scar the shape of a circle and taking half his head in area. The scientists kept him clean-shaven and didn’t let him get out of a single session of training, which he didn’t even think of doing.

One day, a woman with big, cat-eye glasses rented him. She didn’t want an assassin, she wanted a bodyguard. It was unusual, but a deal was struck nonetheless. The woman had uncovered an old alphabet, ancient in fact. It held great power and should only be used in emergencies, she believed. Factions wanted it and wanted her to write it for them. Wars could be fought and won because of it. Countless could die. She would talk to Asimu like he could respond, as if they were in conversation, but he would only stare. She shared her thoughts out loud and studied her runes, her alphabet, with him at her back.

One day, Asimu responded with a grunt to one of her question. Asimu lacked vocal chords. Or so she was told. She prompted him again and again and, eventually, the two held a conversation. A basic conversation but, a conversation. Asimu wasn’t supposed to be sentient. If he wasn’t, now he was. He began to feel emotions. He broke down and she was there. He never left her side after that.

Irene got glowing green eyes, plenty of fighting and killing techniques, a good memory for faces and names, and , finally, an alphabet of powerful runes activated by the writer’s body heat from Asimu. How the runes work, she couldn’t explain better than that.

Garp was a week away, she heard. His famed ship with the bulldog figurehead was spotted an island away. Irene had written and sent the updates he had asked for and time for him to come around was near. 86 weeks. 20 months. That’s how long Rouge had been strong and brave for. She wrote the location.

A roar shook the house to its foundations. The now eighteen year old had found a midwife weeks prior but, only brought her tonight. She stayed outside, despite the old woman’s asking for her to stay and hold Rouge’s hand. The two had become good friends in the year or so they had stayed together, neither wanted to see the end of this. They both knew the toll of keeping the pregnancy alive for so long had been. He would be born, but she would die soon after. Irene refused to see her take her last breaths and her son take his firsts.

She had to be honest with herself; she found some comfort in Rouge. Yes, they became friends, she could trust her with pretty much everything and they both leaned on the other’s shoulders during storms, both outside and inside their heads. She realized now, as tears ruined her mascara and eyeliner but she refused her sobs, that she had fallen down a well. She had thrown too many berries in it, wishing for a different outcome to all this horrifying debacle and now, she found herself in the wishing well’s water, the bucket out of reach. She fell and hit her head, fantasies of raising a child on this hill with a woman who only saw her as a friend and confidant filled her dreams for weeks, different scenarios but always the same concept: Rouge survived, Garp allowed them to live here, hiding her son’s existence, her captain and her friend’s child grew safe and sound in a semi-normal household and she got to live out the quiet life she wished for.

Another yell. None of that would happen. She could see the marine ship through the heavy rain and the night’s darkness. He’d be here soon. She wasn’t one to wince at things but every yell brought out a cringe out of Irene. She couldn’t even begin to understand the pain her friend was in. She resisted the urge to get her rifle and aim at Garp’s head when she saw him at the foot of the hill: she could end him now, freeze Rouge in place with a few well-chosen runes, perform a caesarean, stitch her closed and get on the run with both of them. She could- no. No, she couldn’t. Not that she can’t, but, the two women had explored the possibilities extensively; Rouge wanted things to happen naturally, for one and, Irene understood the complications that could happen in the surgery and, contrary to Selma’s workplace, she lacked every instrument needed to perform surgery safely. Muddy footsteps brought her out of her thoughts

Garp stood in front her, a serious expression plastered on his scared face. She had leaned on the door and blocked the passage. The yelling had stopped, an eerie silence amongst the pitter patter of raindrops hitting the roof and window shutters. Irene held her breath, so did the older man. They only relaxed when a high-pitched cry cut the air. The baby was breathing, he was born and he was breathing. Garp motioned to open the door but the young woman stood her ground. She drew a pistol and placed the end of the barrel under the vice-admiral’s chin: “Ya give her a few minutes, she growled from deep in her throat. If she’s losing as much blood as I estimated in ma updates, she’s got seven minutes and a half. Now six. Let her say goodbye properly an’ hold her boy.”

The marine was silent but still, he nodded in agreement. Together, they sat in uncomfortable silence for the next five minutes. When only a minute was left, Irene stepped away from the door and let him in. He returned a few moments later with a baby in his arms, still crying. He already had a tuft of dark hair and she could tell by the minuscule spots on his face he shared Rouge’s freckles. Another tear fell down her left cheek. “Godmother, Irene stated in a shaky voice. Rouge… asked me to be godmother. I- I told her I’d be terrible at it but, she-

- I can update you.”

The girl nodded, hiding her eyes under her cowboy hat. She refused to know the boy’s name. She had a burial to prepare.

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𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖙 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘. 𝖂𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖙 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞. Chapter Eight

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𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖙 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘. 𝖂𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖙 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞.

Some call it Chaos. We call it Family.

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Time flies by once more and it finally the year where both her sisters will set sail, with Ann being first and Sabrina following soon after. Ann as a pirate, and then Luna found out through her father that Sabrina joined the revolutionary. It had not shocked her really, Sabrina was always the person that wanted to do something directly to change the way of the world, she was disgusted by what nobles did, and it seems like she wishes to put a stop to all of their doings.

Ann had set to be a pirate, and her goal was the same to Luna was told when they were younger. She wanted to pave a title for herself, she wanted to have her own title rather than be known as the late pirate king's daughter. While Ann doesn't hate her father, or herself, because Luna made sure not to let the opinions of others affect Ann's view of her father, Ann did not want to just depend on her father's name. So, when Luna got a call from Shanks a few months after Ann setting sail, for him to tell her that he got a letter from Makino, saying that Ann was aiming to fight Whitebeard, Luna giggled. Seems like Ann will be joining the Whitebeards soon.

When meanwhile all this happened, Luna met a princess undercover and struck a friendship with her, only to find out that one of the seven warlords has been causing conflict in her kingdom. Luna promised Vivi that she will free her country.

Luna ended up teaming up with Smoker on freeing Alabasta, and their meet up place was on the red line entrance. Smoker had been too exhausted to argue with Luna on the inconvenience it will he to climb the mountain. It was there that they met a whale that kept attacking the Red Line Mountain and this hurt Luna. She could feel the sadness radiating off him, Laboon, the name of the whale that they found out from the man Crocus, who lives on top of the mountain.

When Luna heard the name Crocus, she remembered the name from her Rouge-nee-chan's journals.

"You're Crocus! The doctor that sailed with the pirate king!" Luna exclaimed.

Smoker and Tashigi always thought that her obsession with Gold Roger was weird, but both shoved it aside as a Luna thing, so they didn't question how she knew old man Crocus.

But Crocus was suspicious of the lady, "And how do you know that brat?"

"Shishishi!" She giggled, "You know, I had an older sister," the marines didn't understand why she mentioned the older sister; "She used to tell me stories of the pirate king and his crew. Of his tales. His adventures."

Crocus just got more suspicious, who is this older sister that would know about their adventures? "What's her name, brat?"

"Pink Hibiscus." Luna said, "And she passed away when I was a kid after giving birth to a baby."

Pink Hibiscus? Was that even a name? Well, the marines didn't know anyone by that name. Neither did Crocus, but Pink Hibiscus was ringing bells, not of a name, but of something else. A person who loved this flower.

Luna watched with a smile when Crocus started to realize who she is talking about.

"Oh. So, she died," Crocus was not close to her, but his captain loved her, and from what Luna just said, she had given birth, meaning that his captain's child is living on.

"Now then, as a favour," Luna said, "I will be stopping the whale from trying to kill himself."

Crocus raised an eyebrow, "Alright?"

And she did, he was not sure how exactly, she just talked to a whale, and Laboon had seemed to understand her. And then at the end of the conversation, she promised that she will come back one day.

After that, they went to visit Drum Island before going to Alabasta. And in Drum Island they met a talking reindeer, Tony Tony Chopper, and he's just so adorable in Luna’s opinion. It had reminded her of her baby sisters and she kept hugging him all the time, insisting that he joins them. He obviously declined; after all he wanted to become a pirate like how his father figure used to dream of becoming one. After fighting off the former king of the island, and protecting the flag that belonged to his father, a flag with a pirate skull drawn on, that's when it had become clear that Luna wasn't like normal marines, and he ended up joining them.

It was on the way to Alabasta, that Luna heard some interesting information from Tashigi.

"Smokey is dating someone?" Luna asked, making sure what she heard was true.

Tashigi nodded, "Now, normally I wouldn't be telling anyone this, because of who his girlfriend is, but I know that your view on pirates isn't actually bad."

Luna looked shocked, before smiling, "So he's dating a pirate? Oh wow. Smokey and I seem to have some things in common."

"Wait, what?" Tashigi asked, "You're dating a pirate? Who? Does Garp-san know?"

Luna grinned, "Now, I will keep quiet about Smokey dating a pirate, so no one should hear what I'm gonna tell you. And Smokey, you can come out of your hiding spot."

And just like that, Smoker walked out from around the corner, and settled beside his subordinate. Tashigi shifted slightly, knowing that her superior might be mad with her, but she did not expect Smoker's question of "Who is it?"

Luna smiled gently, eyes seemingly softer than before at the thought of her lover, "Marco."

"The Phoenix?" Tashigi hissed, glancing around the deck of the ship.

Luna waved her hand and Tashigi, dismissing her worries, "My crew knows, so no worries, they won't spell. And yes, the phoenix, we've been together for almost five years."

Tashigi looked shocked. Her friend has been dating a pirate for almost five years? That long? And she was clearly very happy too. She couldn't help the smile that grew on her face, "Well, you look happy."

"Then I hope he does make you happy," Smoker said, to which Luna nodded at him with a bright grin. "Does Garp know?"

"Yup!" Luna confirmed, "And he even approved!"

Smoker nodded, "Well, Marco the Phoenix isn't a bad choice of a partner. So, I approve for now too."

Luna smiled mischievously, "Ohhh~ so Smokey does care!"

"Shut it!"

"Sooo~ Who is the lucky girlfriend?"

"She's not actually my-" Smoker sentence was cut of my Tashigi replying with "Portgas D. Ann."

Luna blinked multiple times, trying to understand that Ann, her baby sister Ann, is dating one of Luna's friends. Ann is dating Smoker.

Tashigi took Luna's silence as confusion, "Portgas D. Ann is a pirate that seems to be under the government protection, there has been order that no bounties for her or her sister, which is surprisingly a revolutionary member, Sabrina. So, I'm not surprised you might not recognize her."

Luna nodded, "Uh-yeah. No, I recognize her. It's just... Surprising?"

Smoker sighed, "Tell me about it."

Tashigi giggled, "It's actually cute. Ann-san was actually the one to pursue Smoker-san. She told him since the beginning that she was interested in him."

Luna nodded, yeah, Ann would do that. I mean, Luna did the same thing, she literally asked our Marco in their first meeting. Sabrina most likely will do the same with whoever she fancies, if she hasn’t already.

Then Luna finally took in everything, "Wait, Smokey, you said she isn't actually your girlfriend? I really hope you're not leading her on." She said, voice threatening.

Smoker rolled his eyes, "No, I told her when she asked me out that it won't work out, not only with our position, but as I don't want to do anything to a young girl."

"Ann-san said she doesn't care, and age shouldn't really be an issue as long as she consents and she isn’t too young." Tashigi added.

Luna nodded, then a grin started growing on her face, "Congrats Smokey!" Luna can't wait for the day that this deal with the government is finished; she wants to tease Smokey for being her future brother-in-law.

That conversation had put Luna in a great mode. One of her sisters was in good hands, now Sabrina was left. She will need to check with her father soon for any developments with Sab.

After freeing Alabasta, Vivi had decided to stay in her kingdom, but not before Luna told her that Vivi will not be able to stay in contact with them for too long, as one day, Luna will be wanted.

Luna and Smoker got separated, each set on different missions. And that's when Luna and co. found out that Nico Robin, the devil child, had snuck aboard their ship. With one glance into her eyes, Luna had decided that Robin will join them, but this is to be kept a secret from the government for as long as they can.

They left and went to Skypea, since she had uncovered all of Crocodile's doings, she and her crew we rewarded by a short vacation, that she took that chance to go on an adventure. She had not expected to end up beating up a wannabe 'God' but she at least had enjoyed her stay there. Robin had ended up hearing tales of the. Sun God from the inhabitants of the sky island.

"Captain-san," Robin called out, "Do you know why you are called by the title Fenrir, after the god of wolves?"

Luna had looked up from her letter; she was writing a letter to Marco regarding her newest adventure. "They named me that as to show to the public that I am loyal to the government, or at least that's what Nii-chan thinks."

Robin blinked in surprise, she had already suspected that something was wrong with Luna since the crew was hiding Robin from the world government (Robin didn't care if she was found either way, she had lost her will to live, and the only reason she's with Luna is because she saved her, and if she was found and killed, it wouldn't matter to her. Not that Luna would allow that.) But Robin didn't know what Luna is to the government, and from her phrasing, Luna wasn't actually loyal to the world government.

"Captain-san. What do you mean to show to the public? Are you not actually loyal to the government?"

Luna stared in confusion at Robin, noticing that Chopper's attention was also drawn to their conversation, before realizing, "Oh! I never told you two why I joined the marines in the first place!"

The two newest members stared in confusion, while the rest sent them smiles or grins. "My loyalty was never with the marines; it has only been for my family. I have two sisters, both wanted by the government, so in exchange for their freedom, I work for them."

Robin's eyes widened in shock, it's no wonder Luna so willingly let Robin join since she doesn't actually follow the government's rules, but it also didn't make sense, "Won't me joining your crew affect your deal with them?"

Luna shrugged, "Well, all they would do is order me to kill you, I can refuse saying that I consider you as family, since those who are family to me are under protection of the world government."

Chopper moved to sit into Luna's lap, "So, will we stay with the marines forever?"

Luna shook her head, "Nah, this is just temporary. Nii-chan said that the government won't keep their deal for long."

"Then why make the deal in the first place?" Robin asked, her voice had a trace of anger. "You sold your freedom for what reason of your sisters won't stay under the protection of the government?"

Luna sent a grin towards Robin, one filled with determination, "To give them time to get stronger."

Robin blinked a few times, and then smiled gently at Luna, "I see. Well then, I have to add, that your older brother is most likely correct. With the name they gave you."

Luna frowned, hugging Chopper to herself, while the rest sat up in alert to look at Robin. "Isn't the name just to show the public I'm loyal?"

Robin shook her head, "That might not be the only reason. Did you know captain, that Fenrir is considered as a beast, and due to a prophecy regarding his attacking Odin, who is considered as the god of everything. Fenrir was chained up, not only due to the prophecy, but also due to his linage, as he is the child of Loki, the god of mischief and chaos. After trying to attack Odin, he had been beheaded."

Nami's face paled, "You're saying that in this situation, the government is Odin, and they set up Luna to be Fenrir, so that when they end their deal, and Luna attacks them, they would kill her, just like Odin did to Fenrir?!"

Robin nodded, "That is what I believe."

"Captain..." Zoro spoke, looking at Luna. She just smiled in return, "Well, I never really liked the title of Fenrir." She shrugged, "I am no Fenrir, and the government is no God."

Robin stared, not speaking after that, not saying that there were other titles, other gods that symbolize wolves... One of them being Apollo, the god of the sun.

#one piece fanfiction #one piece ao3 #female monkey d. luffy #female luffy #female portgas d. ace #female ace #female sabo #marco x luffy #law x sabo #smoker x ace #marine luffy fanfic

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puppyminie · 1 year

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Stuff about me

Hello~~ My name is Puppyminie but you can call me Minie! I’m a 04’ and I work at a nursing home as an SNTA.

I love video games,kpop, and Anime! Here are my Favorites and my kpop biases, who I main, and my favorite anime and characters !!!

Video Games

Slime Racher

Among Us

Overwatch

Sombra

Widowmaker

Ana

Wrecking Ball

Mercy

Tracer

Winston

Genji

Hanzo

Kiriko

D.va

Legend Of Zelda

Kirby

K-pop Boy Groups

Stray Kids

OT8 but leans towards Changbin & Seungmin

Bts

JHope

Ateez

San

Big Bang

T.O.P

Mirae

Dongpyo

Khael

Xdinary Heros

OT6

iKon

Bobby

Astro

Moonbin

Eunwoo

The Boyz

Eric

Kevin

Hyunjae

BTOB

OT6 (7)

P1Harmony

Soul

Kehoo

NCT 127

Haechan

Johnny

Mark

Yuta

GOT7

Bambam

Jackson Wang

Youngjae

TXT

Hyuka

K-pop Girl Groups

Twice

OT9

Ke1per

Hikaru

NMIXX

Lily

Sullyoon

Blackpink

Rosé

ITZY

YEJI

Yuna

(G)-Idle

Minnie

MAMAMOO

OT4🙇‍♀️

2NE1

Sandara

Anime

One Piece

ACE

MARCO

SHANKS

ACE

Thatch

Luffy

Sanji

Zoro

Mihawk

Kid

Garp

Whitebeard

Gold Roger

Kuzan

Aokiji

Law

Sabo

Crocodile

Doflamingo

Naruto

MADARA

TOBIRAMA

INDRA

Kakashi

Sasuke

Izuna

Obito

Hidan

Kakazu

Kisame

Zabuza

Gaara

Sasori

Orochimaru (I know)

Bleach

COYOTTE STARKK

SHINJI HIRAKO

Ichigo

Renji

Byakuya

Ukitake

Kyoraku

Aizen

Gin

Grimmjow

Kensei

Rose

Urahara

Zangetsu(I know he’s a zanpakuto but hear me out)

Blue exorcist

AMAIMON

MEPHISTO

Rin

Yukio

Bon

Fire Force

BENIMARU

Koro

Shinra

Jujutsu Kaisen

TOJI

INUMAKI

SUKUNA

Gojo

Nanami

Megumi

Yuji Itadori

FMA

None

Inuyasha

None

Haikyuu

SAKUSA

USHIJIMA

Atsumu

Osamu

Hinata

Kageyama

Tendou

Oikawa

Tsukishima

Semi

Bokuto

Kuroo

Kenma

Yaku

Suna

Kita

Kuroko no Basuke

MURASAKIBARA

HANAMIYA

NASH GOLD JR

Kuroko

Kagami

Aomine

Akashi

Midorma

Kise

Demon Slayer

Muzan

Tokyo Ghoul

Tsukiyama

Uta

Disastrous life of Saiki K

Saiki K

Attack On Titan

LEVI

Eren

Zeke

Porco

Reiner

Erwin

Jean

Kenny

Armin

Fairy tail

Sting

Rogue

Laxus

Natsu

Freed

Lucy

Gray

Bixslow

Cobra

Midnight

Ouran Highschool host Club

Mori

Kyoya

Hitachii Twins

Hunter x Hunter

HISOKA

CHROLLO

GING(I have daddy issues 😐)

KITE

FEITAN

PARIS

Illumi

Shalnark

Uvogin

Phinks

Yuri on Ice!!!

Victor

Mila

Yuuri

Yurio

Phichit

Black Butler

UNDERTAKER

Sebastian

Grell

My Hero Academia

Bakugo

Todoroki

Aizawa

Shigaraki

Dabi

Chisaki

Fatgum

Amajiki

Death Note

Light

Hellsing

Alucard

Kakugurui

Soul Eater

Death the Kid

Lord Death(I need therapy)

Bungo Stray Dogs

Dazai

Chuuya

Kunikida

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sabo-has-my-heart · 2 years

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hi astra 👋👋 can i request for roger, whitebeard and shanks with a younger crewmate [platonic] that's tired & having a burn out but still pushes herself to do schoolworks :) thank you!!

So this was an interesting request for me, thank you for sending it in. The overall length will technically be longer than my usual fics, but that’s because I wanted to write a good amount for each of the different captains, at the same time, each captain will probably be less than the length of my usual fics.

Looking down at your schoolwork, you couldn’t help but sigh, head thumping on your desk as you groaned. While Roger might not seem like the type to make you do schoolwork, the man did care about his crew, meaning that you, Buggy, and Shanks had schoolwork… or well, you had schoolwork, Buggy ignored his schoolwork, and Shanks would copy off of yours while you slept. It annoyed you sometimes that you were the only one of the three of you who was interested in learning anything, but right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care, your brain was fried. The sound of someone clearing their throat drew you out of your thoughts, looking behind you to see your captain.

“Captain Roger, sir! Is everything alright? I promise, I’ve been working really hard to-” you stopped mid sentence as Roger started laughing, thoroughly confusing you.

“I came to check up on how you’re doing, you’ve been cooped up in here all day!” the older man stated, a wide grin on his face.

“B-but my homework. Captain I-”

“Study far too hard for a future pirate! You need to get out in the sun before it disappears.” Roger said, picking you up and carrying you outside.

“Captain! I can walk just fine on my own!” you shouted, squirming in his grip as he laughed.

“You sure you haven’t been sitting at that desk too long? Legs might have fallen asleep, muscles could be withering away!” he shouted in his usual jolly manner as he carried you.

“It’s called atrophy and it doesn’t happen nearly that quickly! I do too many chores for them to-AHHH!” your eyes widened as Roger jumped over the side of the ship, you in tow, the both of you landing into the ice cold sea water below. As soon as the two of you surfaced, you immediately took all the sea water in your mouth and spit it at him, the man simply laughing as you tried to glare at him only to start laughing as well.

“You work too hard, Y/n. You need to learn when to take a break or you’re going to burn out.” Roger said with a grin, placing a hand on your head.

“Rayleigh said-”

“Rayleigh says a lot of things, but Rayleigh’s not your captain. You’ve learned a lot of things from him and he’s a great man, but you also need to learn when to step back and take a break. Sometimes you need to look at things with a fresh mind, other times you just need to relax, it’s not laziness if it’s self-care, Y/n.” Roger comforted, making you smile. Despite his childishness, his temper, or his recklessness, he could be surprisingly insightful at times, a trait you’d seen in him before.

“I… alright captain. Thank you. Though can I go back to my room just long enough to change? If I’m going to be running around on deck I want to be in dry clothes.” you said with a smile, pulling at your wet shirt.

“Who said anything about running around on deck?” Shanks called before dropping down, splashing into the water next to you, sending more water splashing over you.

“Shanks! What the hell?! You’re gonna land on someone that way!” you shouted as soon as the red head surfaced.

“You’ll be fine! The captain was with you! Now come on, I bet I can beat you in a race. Finish line is at the front of the ship!” Shanks pointed.

“You’re on, red-hair.” you replied, a grin on your face.

“Red-hair Shanks, huh? I like it! Now… readysetgo!” with that the red head took off as fast as he could, you shouting at him about cheating even as you laughed.

Staring down at the ledgers for a moment, you smiled. It wasn’t laziness to take a break when you were burnt out. Exiting your cabin, your crew watched as you walked over to the railing.

“Is everything okay captain?” one of the crew asked, wondering why you were out of your room when you’d told them you’d probably be busy all day.

“Just fine, just going to take a small swim.” with that you dove into the ice cold waters, a little self-care swim.

~~~

“They've been sitting like that all day.” Ace whispered as he, Thatch, Marco, and Izo stared into your room to see you hunched over your desk.

“That can’t be good for their posture.” Izo commented, brow furrowed as you scribbled away at something.

“Have they at least gotten up to eat something?” Thatch asked, looking at Ace who simply shrugged, unsure if you’d even really moved.

“It’s not healthy for them, yoi.” Marco added, the four men staring at you for a moment. Finally, Marco marched into your room, simply picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, even against your protests.

“Marco? What the hell? I’ve got school work to do! Put me down!” you shouted, struggling in the phoenix’s muscular arms.

“You need to get out of your room, yoi. We’re making sure you do it.” Marco stated as he carried you out. The 4 young men would make sure you relaxed.

It was a little while later that you sat in Izo’s room, the man placing cucumbers over your eyes as you sat in front of his chair.

“There, a nice spa day to help you relax and recuperate.” Izo said with a grin, walking to his bathroom to wash the spa products off his skin. As soon as the man had his back turned, you lifted one of the cucumbers before pulling a book out from under your shirt, quickly opening it to read it. You needed to finish the book for an essay you were writing, Izo was meticulous in his care so he’d be in there for a while, right?

“What’s that? Why are you reading? You should be relaxing.” a voice said, making you flinch.

Thatch smiled as you stirred whatever mixture he’d handed you, the man having said that cooking was a great way to relax and take a break while still being up and doing things. Glancing over at the man you slowly pulled an unused drawer out, grabbing the pen inside, jotting down some notes before closing it and turning back to Thatch who’d just turned around to smile at you. It was about 30 minutes later when the drawer slammed shut, startling both you and Thatch as you looked up from the work you’d been doing to see Ace standing there.

“I was gonna see if whatever you two were cooking was done and if I could have some, but I’m wondering if it wasn’t just Thatch cooking and you working.” Ace scolded while Thatch gave you a disappointed look.

“It’s important. I’ve got-”

“To go see Marco, he said he was next in line.” Thatch interrupted, making you sigh. Like with the rest of the crew, they were your family, and right now they were taking the role of ‘caring older brother’ a little too seriously for your liking.

Marco knew what it was like to overwork himself, being the first mate, first division commander, the ship’s doctor, highly respected across the entire ship and partially responsible for looking after Pops’ health, the man didn’t take many breaks himself, so he figured that he’d get you to take a break by not taking a break. Instead you were on deck helping Marco remind people that their yearly check-ups were coming up. All you had to do was put a checkmark next to a name and follow him around. It got you out of your room, it was easy, and it got you doing something.

“Y/n, I’m pretty sure we’ve already talked with Vista, yoi.” Marco said as you listed another name.

“Well he hasn’t been checkmarked.” you stated as Marco frowned.

“Let me see.” Marco said, holding his hand out for the clipboard.

“Are you telling me I did something wrong?” you asked, pulling the clipboard closer. Marco’s eyes narrowed.

“No, I just want to see with my own eyes, yoi.” Marco said before quickly snatching the board from you. Unsurprisingly, there behind the check sheet, was more schoolwork, “This is going to take drastic action.”

Ace knocked on Pops’ door, you standing behind him, surrounded by the other four men as you heard Pops call for you all to come in.

“Alright Pops, we all tried, but Y/n won’t take a break from their school work.” Ace said as soon as you were inside the large room. The older man looked at you for a moment before glancing at the others and letting out a sigh.

“Y/n, you’re not allowed to do any more work for the rest of today and all of tomorrow. Captain’s orders.” the man said simply before leaning back in his chair.

“But Pops! My school work-”

“Can wait until you’re no longer burnt out, little one. Now go, enjoy the sunshine.” Whitebeard said with a smile, even as you sighed defeatedly.

“Your work will still be there tomorrow, no one’s going to die because you took a break.” the man said with a chuckle as the 5 of you left the man’s room. You supposed he was right, one little break wouldn’t kill anyone.

Pouring over your textbooks, you rubbed the bridge of your nose, your vision was starting to swim and words were starting to blur together. You knew that you should probably get some sleep, but you really wanted to finish this up before you went to bed. Looking out the tiny window, you sighed, it was well past nightfall and, from what you could tell, it was probably pretty late at night. Standing up, you did a quick stretch, you could use a snack before returning to your work. The Red Force was quiet as you walked towards the kitchen, the rest of the crew already asleep, some passed out in hammocks, others passed out on deck. Not that it really mattered to you, you were looking for brain food, not people. Entering the kitchen, you noticed Benn and Shanks sitting on the kitchen counters, talking and laughing.

“Y/n! We’ve barely seen you all day! Where’ve you been hiding?” Shank asked as you opened the fridge, pulling out some cut up fruit.

“In my room studying, captain. You know, my school work?” you said, reminding the man of your studies before popping some fruit in your mouth, letting out a slight pleased hum at the juicy food.

“You study too much, Y/n. I know that there’s a lot you want to learn, but you need sleep, and clearly you’re not getting enough food if you’re grabbing a late night snack.” Shanks said, gesturing towards your plate as slice after slice of fruit disappeared into your mouth.

“I just want to finish my work, it’s important to me. If I finish it quickly, I can move on to the next thing, and one day it’ll pay off.” you explained, devouring more of the fruit before retrieving more from the fridge. You were hungrier than you realized, perhaps you had been working too long if you were this hungry, it wasn’t like you were skipping meals, there was no way anyone on the crew would let you miss meals.

“Just promise me you’ll get some sleep tonight, alright?” Shanks asked, Benn nodding in agreement.

“That Captain’s right. I might work hard, but I know when to take a break, you need to learn when to take a break too.” Benn added, watching you nod.

“Food, sleep, and then more work in the morning.” you said, watching as the two men sighed. They knew that there was only so much they could do at the moment, so instead they simply agreed.

It was 2 weeks later, as you pushed through your latest work that Benn knocked down your door.

“W-what? Benn, what’s going on?” you demanded as the man picked you up under his arm.

“Captain said he wants to see you, said you probably wouldn’t come immediately so he sent me.” Benn explained, carrying you all the way to Shanks’ cabin.

“Captain, what the hell? I was working! Furthermore, sicking Benn on me was unnecessary, I would have come if you needed me!” you shouted, glaring at the man.

“Then why didn’t you come see me 2 days ago? Or last week?” Shanks asked, making your eyes widen. Had he asked for you on those days?

“I uh, didn’t… realize it was an emergency.” you lied, watching as Shanks rolled his eyes.

“Sure, sure. Listen, you’ve been working very hard, so I’d like you to take a short break.” Shanks said, leaning back in his own desk chair.

“I really should finish what I’m doing, captain.” you protested. Shanks sighed and nodded, he knew how important this was to you.

“I know, but I know what burnout looks like. I’m not telling you to forget about it or to not return to it. I’m telling you to take a break. Once you’re not burnt out, you can go back to studying to your heart’s content. You’re the youngest crew member here, you should be having more fun, not spending all day studying. Even Benn doesn’t work this hard.” Shanks said with a grin. You smiled and nodded before yawning, you had been working hard lately, returning to your school work no matter how tired you were.

“In that case, I’m gonna take a nap.” you muttered, the need for sleep hitting you like a brick all of the sudden. Shanks chuckled before picking you up and tucking you into his bed, placing his coat over you. He may not be the father figure to you that Roger was to him, but you were still his nakama and he’d take care of you just as much as Roger cared for him.

To everyone out there, remember to take breaks when you need them. It's not laziness if it's self care, and if you're burnt out then taking a break can be a good thing. Hope this is what you wanted and I hope you enjoyed it. ❤😊

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imaeraser · 3 years

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Whitebeard, Gol D. Roger, and Oden Relationship Headcannons

Whitebeard

He is kinda possessive

I think a better way to put it would be protective

You saw the way he defended every member of his family

Expect that on steroids

He’ll make sure that you won’t have to lift a finger. He’ll find someone to do everything for you

Laundry? We have a crew member for that. Cooking? We have a crew member for that too

He always talks about how much he loves you

He is also super proud every time you accomplish something. He’ll even reward you. Like sir, you did not need to do that

He just wants to find any excuse to party

I think he likes the fact that he is larger than you, not only does it boost his ego, but it makes him feel like he can protect you

I think he would like to have you sit on his lap

8/10 he just needs to put the knife down whenever someone looks at you

Gol D. Roger

He’s so fun-loving

Health concerns? That doesn’t matter, let’s sail the world!

Even though that makes you worry about him, it does make for the best dates

I think both of your favorite dates, are when you two are alone, up in the crow’s nest looking at the sky and talking about everything and anything

He is great at telling stories

You could listen to them for nights and days on end

The only way he can sleep at night is when you’re curled up against his chest

He doesn’t get jealous, he trusts that you'll be able to take care of yourself

But if someone threatens your safety… goodbye to them

I think he would like to tickle you with his mustache (that’s kinda gross)

If he ever needed to go away by himself, he would entrust Rayleigh with your safety

9/10 he just needs to be more concerned about the safety

Oden

He’s kinda wacky

He acts like an excited kid, so you’re gonna have to hold him back

His love for adventure is like no other, so expect the unexpected

Aka: “Look at this creature I found” and the creature in his hands would be a poisonous snake

He’s all about doing good, so if he finds that you ever require something, he will drop everything (even though that may not have been the smartest idea)

I think his favorite dates are when you two are eating Oden together

But I think your favorite dates are when he’s not doing something dangerous and just cuddling with you

His hair is weird, so I think you two would try and stack as many things possible on his head, and when they all break you blame it on him (sorry, not sorry)

I think he would love to have a dog, even though he’s on a ship

The crew wouldn’t let him, but I think he would find a way to sneak one on… and then realize that animal wasn't a dog

He is also clueless, so if you’re upset with him (unlike the other two) he won’t notice. You’re gonna have to tell him

7/10 he needs to stop putting himself in danger

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece self insert #one piece senario #one piece x reader #whitebeard #gol d. roger #gold roger #oden one piece #kozuki oden #whitebeard x reader #whitebeard headcanons #gold roger x reader #oden x reader #kozuki oden x reader

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ask-wbp-b · 2 years

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'I will punch you in the dick, smartass'

#myart #B #one piece #one piece oc #Roger #gold d roger #rogerb #roger x b #Roger Pirates #Whitebeard pirates #oc

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mukanshingirl · 3 years

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“Ace... i love you too!”

( a lovely dork Ace after his love confession )

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madlymiho · 5 years

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Oh my sweet god, this request pleases me SO MUCH! That's frankly an awesome idea, plus this is the first time I'm able to write about Whitebeard!

Double win for the WONDERFUL IDEA! 💖

Hope this will suit you, my darling <3!!

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Warning : Graphic Depictions of Violence

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Crocodile x Whitebeard : Youth (read after the cut)

Crocodile is 17 years old. He’s seated on the docks of an arbor in the New World, biting furiously in an apple he has just stolen. His lazy stare is focus on the waves made by the sea, gently licking the stones, digging holes in them because of the salt. He feels some curious eyes on him, probably because there’s a puddle of blood behind him, and a man lied down, already dead, apples and other fruits scattered on the ground. Well, he’s used to it now. He doesn’t really care about their concerned gazes and the numerous whispers he hears when he walks in town. Plus, there’s something, at the edge of his vision, sailing in the sea, which catches his curiosity. A massive ship he has once heard about, but never seen yet. As he takes another bite from his apple, he stands back up, removing the dirt from his clothes by a simple swipe of his hand.

“Sails!” A sailor suddenly yells from a pontoon. “Whitebeard flag!”

Crocodile raises an eyebrow, feeling a sort of excitement to witness Whitebeard and his crew for the first time in his life. He has heard many legends about this pirate, well known for his violence, his supremacy, but also his strength, capable of destroying his enemies by a simple movement of his halberd. A giant, feared by many men, to the point that no one would ever try to harm him.

For a young man who has never admired anyone in his entire life, Whitebeard feels like a salvation. Finally, someone is able to wear the crown of the Seas, and bends everyone to his will, respected and honored by the pirates of the world. It’s a beautiful dream, even for a murderous 17 years old teenager. A dream that slowly turns into an obsession; watch Whitebeard assumption… Until Crocodile would be strong enough to steal it from him, after a few years of reign he would allow.

***

He tears the newspaper inside his large hands, unable to focus on anything else than the big title of the today’s news. He has never been truly betrayed before, mostly because he has never trusted anyone. He’s wary. Always profoundly tormented by his dramatic childhood and his lack of tenderness back then. It doesn’t really bother him anyway; Crocodile, now twenty years old, appreciate his cold heart and his capacity to turn his feelings down, more able to protect himself from his enemies. He doesn’t care who he hurts on his assumption to the power; all he wants is to crush everyone on his way, no matter how strong they are. He will always be stronger.

When Crocodile crossed Whitebeard’s way, things have changed forever for the 17 years old man. Despite his ferocious will to destroy everything on his way, Whitebeard has been quite a shock for him. Taller, smarter, stronger; Whitebeard seemed to be the perfect candidate to reach the glorious title of the Pirate King. At least, that was what Crocodile believed for a long time. Whitebeard was the perfect pretender to the throne; ruthless, powerful, untamed. For a while, Crocodile has developed a sort of obsession for the man, searching for some information inside the newspapers, hoping secretly to see that man achieving his dream. Fact is, Crocodile doesn’t really appreciate Gold D. Roger, already back then, and even more today. Not because that he doesn’t think he’s not worthy, but perhaps because he has placed his hopes in Whitebeard assumption, and Roger felt only as a threat for his young cognac eyes.

Yes Crocodile is a complicated man. He’s a loner; capable of handle his business on his own, detesting people’s presence in his life, to the point that he’s already well known among the pirates world as someone dangerous. Whitebeard’s crew has always been wary when Crocodile has erupted in their lives, his lazy stare looking at them with some sufficiency, while he has settled a few deals with the old pops, mostly because he wanted his business to thrive in the New World. Crocodile has only accepted Whitebeard’s presence in his life, because he trusted him. He trusted him enough to take the control of the world, and one day, offer him the crown of the pirate world as his legitimate legacy.

“Fucking Roger…,” Crocodile hisses, throwing the newspaper away, his eyes nothing but a fire of hatred. “Fucking Whitebeard!”

Crocodile, despite his good manners, can’t control his words at the moment. He has never been so angry with someone before. It feels like an awful burning inside his chest, something he can’t truly understand. Roger is the Pirate King. Roger dominates the New World. After all those everlasting battles between the two of them, Roger won, and it irritates the young man. Angrily, Crocodile throws the newspaper away, his eyes gazing at the smiling face of the new king of the world. His vision goes blurry, acid tears rolling on his cheeks, as he hates himself even more for reacting this way. Whitebeard will pay; and he will pay fully.

***

Revenge. Revenge. Revenge.

It turns in his head like a poisoning tune, unable to let him sleep at night while his eyes are focus on the ceiling of his room. How could he hurt him? How put a permanent scar on Whitebeard’s face. Face? No. Deeper. Something much deeper. Somewhere he has never been touched yet, in the depth of his chest, where his heart remains, only living because of the love of his sons. Crocodile suddenly freezes, his eyes gleaming in the darkness of the room, a devilish plan blooming inside his head. There’s only one way to hurt Whitebeard, to the point that he wouldn’t ever forget it. Only one way to mark his soul with his claws, while Whitebeard will suffer forever from his betrayal. A bestial grin grows on Crocodile, as he can’t remain lied in his bed, feeling the urge to stand back up and act. He needs to prepare himself, and to chase the good prey to settle his trap and eventually succeed in his evil plan.

Yes. Crocodile is young. Young, but also reckless. He has been able to manipulate many men until now, leading them to chaotic situations where he was the only one to have all the cards in his hands. He’s confident, perhaps a bit too much, surely because of his certain power, and his silent madness which tells him to destroy this old man.

***

“Let me go…,” the man growls, unable to speak, blood coming out of his many wounds.

“Certainly not.” Crocodile answers, cleaning his blade, a wicked grin plastered on his lips.

It’s dark and cold; there are no stars in the sky, only a long trail of dark clouds, sometimes enlightened by furious thunders. It has been many months since Gold D. Roger has been declared as the Pirate King. Many months were Crocodile’s anger has only grew bigger. He has tracked Whitebeard all around the world, sometimes crossing his way, his cognac eyes meeting the big pops dangerous stare, while he has been much more wary, calling off all of his business with the young reptile. Crocodile knows that he wasn’t really discreet; but that was a part of the plan. He wanted Whitebeard to know that he was after him; that someone is this world would dare to harm him. Being close from the Moby Dick has been the perfect opportunity to find his prey. He could have picked any of Whitebeard’s sons, but Crocodile wanted the weakest among them; too young to die or suffer in the eyes of the fallen pretender of the pirate crown.

“My fa… My father!” the young man desperately groans. “He’s… He’s Whitebeard…He’s going to kill you, bastard…”

Crocodile looks down, his stare impatient and emotionless.

“Shut up.” He only answers, while he squats down to catch the boy by his collar. “I know who’s your father, idiot. I’m not afraid of him.”

The Whitebeard’s apprentice laughs, but it only sounds like guttural gurgling.

“You’re even more stupid than you seem to be. At least I’m dying… But you…” The man coughs and spits more blood, his face blank and his forehead covered with sweat. “He’s going to make you suffer… you will beg him to stop...”

This last comment gets under Crocodile’s skin, to the point that he vividly gets his blade hung at his hip and sticks into the young man’s chest before he could speak anymore.

Instantly, Crocodile hears a burning paper sound coming from the man’s pocket, and before he can understand what’s happening, he senses a presence behind him. All his instincts tell him to move, but his body is paralyzed by a radiant fear he can’t control. There’s this impressive aura, someone truly furious, using a Haki he has never encountered before, at least, not that powerful. Crocodile pinches his lips together, finding an impossible mental strength to eventually spin his hips, and face the unknown person behind his back.

Taller than two men, bigger than a ship, Whitebeard overlooks him, his raging stare locked on Crocodile’s young features. In one of his hand, he holds a grey powder, the remainings of the ashes of the boy’s Vivre Card. In the other one, Whitebeard clenches his powerful fist around his halberd. Crocodile doesn’t need to speak to know what are his intentions; he can feel it in the air around him. And before Crocodile can jump and avoid it, he feels a soft breeze brushing his cheeks, a blade flashing in front of his eyes, right before he widens them, numbed by a monumental pain, his face burning, something hot and sticky leaking from his face. Crocodile falls on his knees, his brain almost hurting him, trapped by this awful sensation that he’s losing his face, his skin tears and hanging on his features. He pats his cheeks, with timid gestures, trying to pull himself together, but all he can see is the blood plastered on his hands.

Hands. No. Not anymore.

Crocodile can’t even scream, but the pain is here. He lowers his gaze, his eyes burning, tears coming down on his cheeks while he doesn’t know how to react. He blinks, several times, looking at his missing hand, all shriveled on the floor, drops of blood dripping on her pale and grey skin. His wrist is hurting him so much, his heart pumping hard through his missing veins, squirt of scarlet liquid soiling the floor, the sensation of his hand still present, even if there’s nothing but this emptiness now.

“Who do you think you are in this world, kiddo?” Whitebeard snarls, his voice echoing in the middle of the night, as if God itself is standing in front of him.

Crocodile shivers, barely able to keep his balance, his mind incoherent, full of pain and impatience, unable to know if it’s real or just a terrible nightmare. He looks up, fighting this intense nausea wrenching his stomach, his only hand circling his forearm with all his strength, trying his best to create a tourniquet.

“I’m…I’m…,” Crocodile, for once, can’t even finish his sentence.

Speaking feels very painful, the impressive wound crossing his face bleeding out, blood but also tears filling his mouth, soiling his clothes from his shirt to his pants. Crocodile closes his eyes for a moment; weak, and terribly defeated.

“Yes. You’re no one.” Whitebeard continues, his voice severe, full of anger, like a raging tempest threatening Crocodile’s head. “You’re not even a man anymore. You’re an animal. Nothing but an animal.”

Whitebeard uses the wooden bottom of his weapon to violently punch Crocodile in his stomach, making the man instantly vomit on the floor. He clicks his tongue, his gaze looking at that desperate little creature, all curled up on itself, afraid to the core. Crocodile has never been so pitiful.

“I’ll tell you what, kiddo. You better hurry and leave my ocean,” Whitebeard threats, spinning his halberd in his hand, so he can force Crocodile to lift his head up with the tip of his blade, putting it under his chin, looking at him in the eyes. “The New World. I rule it. And if I ever find you here, I won’t only take one of your hand this time, kiddo.” Whitebeard states, the tip of his blade opening another wound under Crocodile’s chin. “Now, anytime you will look at yourself in the mirror, you will remember that you can’t come here anymore. I have thousands of allies, dozens of islands. I will track you down if you ever cross Red Line again, and you’d wish to be dead at the second I’ll lay my hand on you. Mark my words, kiddo, and spread them wherever you go. I’m not killing you because stupid enemies like you need to understand a lesson. I might not be the king of the New World, but I’m your worst nightmare, Crocodile.”

Crocodile gulps, trudging in his own blood, feeling desperately so little under Whitebeard’s stare. He wanted to challenge the king. He wanted to gain the crowd.

But today, Crocodile is nothing but a crying handless child.

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my-muses-in-op · 5 years

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A glimpse into the past

“Why didn’t you honor our fight, Roger?” Sheila stared at the older man or rather glared. Her arms were crossed over her chest, eyes cold as they could be. Everything screamed that she demanded an answer and around them, the crew got silent, except for the bickering of Shanks and Buggy, who hadn’t heard that Sheila again was after a verbal fight with their captain.

Roger looked amused at her. She was his little rebel, the lost child that had dared to fight him to the death and while he won, he didn’t kill her and thereby honored their fight. “I’m a pirate, why should I honor the fight?” Despite his reputation, he didn’t kill unless it was necessary or impossible to avoid. Sheila wasn’t any of those. All he saw in her was pain, despair and loneliness. Sure, there was hate and resent in her eyes, one green and the other blue. So unusual and yet so fitting her.

“That’s not an answer.” She growled. It had been months since their fight and she hadn’t gotten a straight answer out of him. All he had said was that he didn’t kill unless he had no other choice. Sheila had tried to slap him for that, but he had caught her hand, saying he would love a rematch, once she had learned to control her anger and gotten stronger.

“Why are you so hooked on dying? Do you want to die?” Roger now looked at her with serious eyes. He was getting slightly tired of the same question. Ever since he took her along, he had tried to help her move forward and get stronger and mature, but she was too stubborn to let him and the others help her.

She looked at him, not flinching under his glare. He had to admit that she was either brave or stupid, probably a mixture. It was this that had made him decide to take her along instead of letting her stay on that island. Besides letting Crocus tend her wounds, so she wouldn’t die of an infection.

“I don’t fear death.” Came the reply. He had to admit he had expected that. Sheila was so much like himself. Reckless, fearless and stubborn. Traits that weren’t really that appealing and made him fear for her safety. Even if she was a rebellious teen, he had come to care for her. He’d seen the side she didn’t want to show them and he wanted that side to win over her cold demeanor.

“That wasn’t the question. Do you want to die?” He wanted an answer, wanted her to think about it. She glared at him, defiant eyes. “It would dishonor my parents if I gave up my life without a fight.” It wasn’t an answer to his question and he was getting impatient with her. He needed to know if she wanted to live or not.

He stepped forward, glaring down at her and silently was impressed that she didn’t back down, but lited her head to stare right back at him. “Do you want to die?” He asked again, this time in a demanding voice. It was clear to anyone that he wanted a true answer to that question. His tone even made Shanks and Buggy realize that something was up and so silence filled deck. Only the sound of the wind in the sails and the waves against the ship broke the silence that had fallen over the crew.

She held his stare, but he could see that her eyes became distant, as if she was thinking about his question and he was pleased to see it. Sheila let her mind wander. Did she want to die? She had always fought to keep living, but for what? Was it because she knew her parents wanted her to live? Was it the only reason? Revenge didn’t speak to her. Her parents were dead and it wasn’t her fault. She had come to a closure with their death.

Then why did she keep figthing? She thought about it, sought into the dephts of her heart. She knew she didn’t fear death, but she also knew she didn’t want to die without a fight. She loved the adrenaline of a fight, loved the feeling of control too. Still, why did she keep living? She realized she didn’t know. She didn’t know why she wanted to live, but she knew she wanted to live.

Roger saw it. Saw how she slowly realized something, though he couldn’t tell what it was. Only that it didn’t settle well with her and it uneased her. Did he also see some insecurity in her eyes? Had he finally broken a piece of her walls down? Hopefully.

“I don’t want to die.” Her eyes were now focused once more, the cold and blankness was back in them. Roger almost snorted at the sudden change. Why did she keep these walls up? What was she afraid of? “Good. Then live. Get back to work and show me that you want to live. I told you once, didn’t I? That once you’ve grown stronger, you can have your revenge.”

With that he turned back to his duties as captain. Rayleigh had a thoughtful expression and Roger knew that his first mate and seen and heard the unspoken things too. Seemed they had their work cut out for them. Sheila was really a troublesome rebel, but Roger couldn’t help care for her.

She snorted and turned, only to stop, when Roger asked her a question. “You never gave us your full name, Sheila.” He was looking at her again. Tilting her head, she looked at hima nd Rayleigh. She had indeed not introduced herself with her full name and they hadn’t asked. It hadn’t come up before now.

“Tray D. Sheila.” She decided to tell him and was met with laughter. Not a teasing laughter about her name, but more as if something suddenly made sense and it amused Roger. Rayleigh just sighed and she could see him mumble something under his breath, but couldn’t hear it, thanks to Roger’s laughter.

She turned around and went back to her duties, wondering what was so amusing about her full name.

x-x-x

Sheila stared at the dark sea, the stars and moon her only light. She hadn’t thought about her late captain in years, especially not this moment. To this day she’ didn’t know what had been so amusing about it. A sigh left her, as she would never get the answer. She also never had gotten her re-match, but she had accepted that. Roger was death, long before she felt strong enough to fight him.

“Lost in thoughts?” Whitebeard’s soft and calm voice sounded next to her. He had stood there a little while, observing the sea with her. Sheila nodded. “I just thought about the day I told Roger my full name. I found it amusing, but I didn’t feel he made fun of my name. It was as something suddenly made sense to him and that amused him. I still don’t know what it was and now I’ll never know.”

Whitebeard looked down at her. She didn’t know? That surprised him. “So you don’t know his real name?” The world knew him as Gold Roger, but Whitebeard always had assumed that Roger’s crew knew his true name. Sheila shook her head. Whitebeard chuckled. “It’s Gol D. Roger.” The old man saw no harm in telling her that.

She looked at him, a sudden realazation hitting her and she chuckled. It was the first time Whitebeard saw her this amused and he smiled, even laughed too, as Sheila’s chuckles turned into a laughter. Now Roger’s amusement made sense to her and she couldn’t help but laugh. She hadn’t laughed in years and the move stung a little. She calmed quickly down and dried the tears from her eyes.

“I was ungrateful and rebellious, but he was still a great captain and father figure. I just realized it too late and now I even understand more. Thanks, Oyaji. I got a closure to something I thought I never would. Good night.” With that she left the old man, not seeing his soft and happy smile. Knowing he had helped the most wounded child he’d seen, was making him happy. This was what family was about and why he wanted one. Why he also wanted her to have one. Because she needed it and while she knew it, she ha da hard time accepting it. However, she had come a long way since that day he offered her to be his daughter.

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