#16th division commander izou

[sabo-has-my-heart]

I absolutely adored the HC’s you did! 💗

Would you please be happy to do a Izou scenario?

What about being in Izou’s division as a second in command and the two of them go on a mission together?

Reader gets badly injured and thinking she won’t survive confesses to Izou that she‘S liked him for some time now, but was too much of a coward to admit her feelings because he appears to her so ethereal and otherworldly?

Let’s be honest Izou is one of the most beautiful and pretty people around in one piece 😌

Thank you! 💗

Yes, Yes he is. He's my 3rd favorite character (Sabo and Ace are first and second because I love them). I'm glad you enjoyed the HC's and I hope you like this too.

Warnings: blood loss, injuries, light gruesome depictions,  

Word Count: 1325

     Being the commander of the 16th division, Izou hadn’t expected the mission to be easy. That being said, he also hadn’t expected to be hiding in a cave, with you clutching a bad sword wound across your stomach. You were his ‘second-in-command’ the person who took on his role when he was unable to complete them, aided him with his duties when they became too much and always had his back. You were the ‘first mate’ to his ‘captain’. Someone who always had his back and had the strength to prove it. Laying you on the ground, Izou gently removed your arm from your stomach, pulling your shirt up to see the gash. It would leave a scar, that was for certain, and it probably hurt like hell. If he could get you to Marco soon, the scarring would probably be minimal, but there was no telling how long the two of you would have to wait here. The pirates that had tried to invade one of Pops’ territories was stronger than previously reported and left the two of you woefully underprepared for their force. The two of you were probably lucky to get out with only this much, this crew seemed particularly vicious. 

     “So, how’s it look?” you asked, wincing in pain as you tilted your head back, grinding your teeth.

     “About as well as you’d expect from a would like this. We need to get you back to Marco as soon as possible.” he said, grabbing one of his kimono sleeves. You looked up just in time to see him tearing the fabric, before tearing it into strips as he made a makeshift bandage for you, “This should help for now, but I’m hoping to get out of here before too much longer.” he said, tying the last knot on the fabric that wrapped around your stomach. You could only nod, not sure what to say. What could you say? Thank you wasn’t enough, you felt a little guilty that he’d ruined one of his kimonos for you, but you knew he’d never accept an apology for something like this. 

     “I’ll be fine, I can’t exactly let you ruin a kimono and go die, now can I?” you joked, trying to mask your pain. Izou gave you a small smile and nodded. He knew you were just trying to cheer him up, but it was sweet of you. You’d always been fairly sweet, something that he liked about you. 

     It felt like you were waiting an eternity, laying on the ground of the cave, trying to take deep breaths as the pain came and went in waves, each one seeming to crash harder than the last. Though maybe that was your imagination. Feeling something in your hand, you looked up, finding Izou to your side, your hand in his.

     “Just hang in there, squeeze my hand if you need to. It shouldn’t be much longer.” he said softly, making you smile. Even now, with his hair disheveled, his kimono torn, make-up smudged, and face lightly smeared with dirt, you couldn’t help but admire his beauty. The most beautiful man on the Grand Line, no one could convince you otherwise. To you, he always looked like some divine being from the heavens, a beauty so great that it couldn’t possibly be from this world. 

     An eternity later passed before you pulled his on hand, drawing his attention away from keeping a lookout.

     “Izou… I… I’m bleeding pretty badly, I probably won’t make it back.” you said, squeezing his hand again as another shot of pain hit you.

     “You’re going to be fine, Y/n. Just a little longer, I promise.” he said, giving you a worried smile. You just shook your head, you were too weak, there was no way you could make it back.

     “Pretty sure I’m not so I’d uh… I’d like to confess something.” you said, making the man look at you in concern. Taking a deep breath, you smiled at him, “I’ve liked you for years. Not as your second-in-command, not as friends, but… Liked you. I… I love you.” you said softly as Izou stared at you for a moment, “I couldn’t say anything before because I mean, look at you, you’re so… you have a beauty to you that just… like you’re from another world.” you said. Izou opened his mouth to say something, eyes widening when your body went limp. No, no this couldn’t be happening! Not to you! Not to the most spectacular woman he’d ever met, not before he could tell you that he loved you back.

     Groaning in pain, you opened your eyes. Weren’t you not supposed to feel pain after your death? Looking around, your brow furrowed. This looked like the infirmary. Sitting up, you winced, if this was the infirmary, why did everything hurt so badly? Wouldn’t Marco have healed you? Still, it wasn’t as bad as it had been before. Slowly, you removed the bandages, knowing that if and when Marco caught you, he’d kill you, but you had to see for yourself. The wound was stitched closed and looked like it was healing fine. Maybe you weren’t dead? An exasperated sigh drew your attention. Sure enough, there was Marco, looking at you rather irritably. 

     “I’ll have Ace get Izou for you while I rebandage your wound.” he said, telling the fire user to grab the division commander as he inspected your wound. It was already unbandaged, he might as well check it before rebandaging it. It didn’t take too long for the door to slam open, a frantic looking Izou standing in the doorway. A few strands of hair had fallen loose from their usual place and his eyes were wide as they landed upon you, but he looked better than he had back on the island. He was next to you in an instant, pushing Marco aside and pulling you into a tight embrace, much to the doctor’s annoyance. 

     “If you ever scare me like that again, I’ll have Pops put you on deck duty for a month! How can you just admit you love me when you think you’re dying?!” Izou said, his voice wavering as he held you, “You never even gave me a chance to respond! Don’t you know how rude it is to not give a person a chance to respond? How do you think I’d feel knowing that the woman of my dreams died after confessing her feelings to me without ever knowing that I feel the same way about her?!” he continued, his body trembling slightly. 

     “Bad, now get off my patient!” Marco demanded, pulling Izou away so he could continue checking your wound. While he understood that you two wanted a touching moment, it could wait until after your stomach had been rebandaged!

     Sitting in your bed, you let Izou hold you. You weren’t confined to the infirmary anymore, but you were still on bedrest, meaning that Izou had been taking every spare moment he had to visit you, hold you, and keep you company. After a very long, in-depth conversation, he’d told you that he’d felt the same way for quite some time, but had been concerned about your positions as commander and second-in-command to say anything. But when you’d confessed and then fallen unconscious, he hadn’t known what to do with himself. He never wanted something like that to happen again, he wanted you to know how he felt. Running your hand over the still healing wound, you couldn’t help but smile as you turned to him.

     “For all the pain, the trouble, the worry, I… I think I’m kind of glad how things turned out. I’m not dead and I have you.” you said softly, caressing his cheek. Izou could only nod in agreement, giving you a light kiss. He wasn’t exactly happy with how it had happened, but he was content with the outcome so he wouldn’t complain.

[whoishotteranimepolls]

Okay, One Piece fans. Please explain Izou. I know he has his fans, but I feel like, unfortunately, he is the ugly sibling overshadowed by his much more attractive sister. I mean, it's not his fault that his sister is a 10-ft tall trans goddess with a sword. At least he gets points for being the world's most supportive brother. But seriously, what do you guys see in him other than like a fashionista best friend

Defend your Blurbo #56

Please remember this post is about curiosity and genuine fandom discourse. Be kind with your answers because this is not a debate essay, this is a discussion between fans

Meet Izou or Izo. I'm still not sure which spelling is correct from One Piece. He is the Commander of the 16th division of the Whitebeard Pirates. And yes, he has a younger sister named Kikunojo, whom everyone seems to focus on more than him. But again, she is 9 and 1/2 feet tall, and he is only 6'3, and you should know how Tumblr gets about big ladies

Here's a picture of them together for those not in the one-piece fandom. So, One Piece fandom defend your blorbo

[onepiece-birthdays]

It's October 13th

Happy birthday to Izou of Wano, former 16th Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates! He was 45.

[quinloki]

The Thatch and Marco brainrot is back (jk it never went away) and now Izou has slid in

Wahhhh

Just being the pretty treasure between three or four commanders, nbd

It works so well though.

Thatch is so overt with his flirting, so he's certainly the first to get your attention, and Izou slips in afterward, offering to show you what an actual "proper" gentlemen is like. Certainly not as blunt and loud as that brute as him pompadour, but he says it with such love you already know better. The relationship between the 1st, 4th, and 16th division commanders is hardly a secret.

Izou might sweep you off your feet, but it's Marco that keeps you from floating away entirely. Quiet and smooth, slipping in almost unnoticed, but also completely impossible to ignore.

The trio becomes four in short order and you hardly even know how you lucked out to be between all of them.

Ace joins later, and he's not even really aware about stuff like that in terms of the crew - he just doesn't pay attention - but he likes talking to Marco, and he loves Izou's stories about Wano (he trades some news with him, since the Spade pirates went there before joining the crew), Thatch is a character and the two get along, but what really pulls him in is you.

Ace just likes being around you. He might not even realize it at first that he ends up spending spare time just being around you. He'll bring you little nothing gifts, bits of food, tell you jokes, anything to hear you laugh.

Eventually Marco, Izou and Thatch have a chat with him, help the lightbulb come on and four become five. (And then there were five ~_^ )

[chromatic-lamina]

Heart Pirates Week 2023: Day 6: Uni: Home

AO3: Day 6: Uni: Home

As at home with a polearm as a pair of knives, Uni was grateful they'd made it to Onigashima in enough time to see the Whitebeard 16th Division commander, Izou, in battle.

Twirling and dancing, guns a-blazin', taking down one asshole pirate after the other, watching him fight was poetic.

Uni also was at ease with a weapon in either hand, and they weren't just for show. Place a knife in either palm and one blade or the other would meet its target if he wanted it to.

Izou's ties with Wano were a mystery, but it'd been an honour to fight beside him twice, even if it was from the sidelines the first time. One of the samurai they'd transported to Onigashima was his sister. She survived.

Monkey D. Luffy went to Marineford to save his brother, a sworn sibling of the Whitebeard crew. Whitebeard's crew descended to free him, Portgas D. Ace. The eldest always clearing a path for the youngest. The Polar Tang on stand by to ensure their safe journey.

@heart-pirates-week

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AO3 link will be live from approx JST 13:00, April 11

[apphiarothowrites]

Life with the Whitebeards is not what Rocinante expected-not that he expected much to begin with.

He expected to be told that they were dropping him off at the nearest port under Whitebeard protection, with or without reward money for bringing their First Commander back, and then left to his own devices there with Law in tow. What happens instead...well...

He wasn't expecting to talk to Whitebeard himself. The man towers over Rocinante-an incredibly feat given he's 3 meters tall himself-and when he invites Rocinante to sit he offers a drink and a meal. Law was given free run of the medical bay of the Moby Dick and was, thankfully, absent for this strange meeting. Whitebeard sits back in his huge chair in his equally huge office and studies him for a long few minutes.

When he breaks the silence, his voice is softer than expected for a man his size. "When Marco contacted us months ago, I nearly wept with joy. Teach's betrayal hit all of us hard, and Marco being taken nearly broke this crew apart. He's a very beating heart of this ship, you know."

Rocinante swallowed hard. "I understand. He's been very kind to me, despite the role I played in his...captivity."

Whitebeard's eyes were already half-lidded, but narrowed further at the admission. "He is very kind, and forgiving. It's his well-being that I thank you for now, and his patience that you remain on my ship, and his compassion that makes me understand you were no truly willing party to Doflamingo's cruelty. So I ask you now, what do you intend to do now that you're free of him?"

Rocinante licked his lips, free of make-up already but no less itchy. He thinks about Law, the future the kid has ahead of him, and the inevitable end to his own life now that his brother will be hunting them both.

"I intend to bring him down. One way or another. After that...I don't know. I guess it will depend on if I'm still standing by that point."

Somehow, this makes the Strongest Man Alive laugh. "Grararararara! Determined to bring him to Justice, ha! You're certainly still a marine at heart, aren't you?"

"Only where my brother is concerned. There's no one else equipped to do it." He retorts sharply. Whitebeard laughs again.

Once he's calmed himself, smile still splitting his face, Whitebeard gets up out of his chair. He plants a hand on Rocinante's head, ruffling his hair (shaking his whole head with the action).

"We'll make a proper pirate of you yet! You're welcome to stay as long as you like, you and your boy. Make yourselves at home!"

And, with a blessing like that, how can he refuse?

He knows that he'll have to leave the Moby Dick eventually-if only for Law's sake to get him a proper education-but...

Thatch's Division makes whole meal plans around Law's dietary restrictions. The 16th Division helps him with his aim and his gunplay, with side lessons from Izou on make-up that doesn't make him look like an idiot clown for his brother's amusement. The 12th Division finds his information on the Marines-outdated even as it is-very valuable and pays him well for it (and for information on his brother's activities). And the First Division...

Well, Marco at least finds his company tolerable enough that the Phoenix seeks him out at least 3 times a week to join him for dinner, or for long talks at the rail. Sharing cigarettes back and forth (and only catching himself on fire maybe once), chatting about nothing and everything, Rocinante finds it hard to picture life on the move again.

He finds it hard to want to picture it, to plan it, even if he knows he'll have to. Just...not for a while, maybe. Maybe it'll be okay to relax a little, under the protection of Whitebeard. Maybe it'll be okay to even picture a different kind of future for himself-one without his brother, but still with a tall leggy blonde in his life.

Au where black beard gets his fruit sooner and steals away whitebeards first commander

Bb makes a trade with the worst warlord doflamingo information and alliances for the famous phoenix

Corazon tries to warn law away from the guilded cage that doflamingo keeps. Tries to tell him the man inside is too broken.

“He talks all the time.” Law rolls his eyes, with a proper amount of exasperation of a 10 year old can produce. “You just suck at listening.”

For the second time law shocks both Corazon the brother and rocinate the marine into silence. It’s stupid, it is and reckless and every other thing he shouldn’t be doing because he’s already pushing it with law half the time. But Corazon sits in front of the cage during his watch. The man inside is haggard, blood matting shaggy hair and cuts that ooze. One piercing blue eye stares back out from the damage.

“Are, you.. ok?”

A beat, then raspy laughter breaks out quickly dissolving into a wet cough. “A marine masquerading as a pirate asks if I’m ok.” The man tilts his head, as words pour out in choppy gasps. “Sounds like the start of a bad joke.”

- Corazon now has to steal law and marco away from doflamingo.

-Marco does help slow the spread of amber lead

- marco is mostly sane still but he’s also very very traumatized: bb kinda tortured him into breaking so that’s a thing. He was kept drugged and chained for a long time

- white beard is still looking for marco

- doflamingo goes celestial with marco quite a bit (my property and all)

Uhh yeah, what can I say. I was listening to loser baby again and this is now my new favourite thing.

hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah once again you have the best shit in stock racccoon

When the day comes that Cora-san is taking Law, he knows he has to take Marco with them. With Law passed out and half-delirious with fever in the little single-mast dingy he's 'acquired' (a bad day for the kid), he uses his fruit to it's fullest extent.

The man is awake-eyes barely open with crusted old blood staining his eyelashes-when he silently slips past the usual guard. The key in the lock, normally a loud clanking thing, is utterly soundless. The creaking, groaning resistance of the rusty hinges of the cage have only specks of falling dirt to signal their protest. Marco lifts his head just barely, eyes pulling as wide as they can. A cut under his jaw drips red.

Cora-san pulls on a pair of gloves he stole and sets about removing the seastone thorns and chains in total absence of sound. By the end he's sweating with the effort-each thorn and nail pulling a harsh jerking movement from the man that makes no noise. Marco's wounds steadily worsened and blood flows freely to the floor of the cage.

But the moment the last cuff slides off, Marco throws himself backwards. Blue and gold heat rushes to fill the space and Rocinante staggers to the other side of the small cage to watch in silent awe.

The Phoenix is beautiful, and angry. It's eyes scream murder and it's beak opens when the flames properly clear, but just as the half-hour preceding didn't, no sound comes. Rocinante knows they're running out of time for this to work, so he offers a hand to the man-turned-creature and, finally, lets his voice be known.

"We need to go. I have a way off this island."

The Phoenix's eyes narrow to dangerous slits, but it's wings draw in and the fire sheds off it's body like feathers. The man, Marco, stands in it's place utterly pristine. An enviable power, Rocinante thinks only to himself as they sneak away.

An enviable power indeed, he thinks again as Marco-without a word or even the suggestion of help-puts his healing hands on Law and the flush of the boy's fever fades within minutes.

The thought changes, envy caving under something else, as days turn to weeks seeking answers for Law's condition. Marco disappears on the second island they visit and for an hour or so Rocinante thinks that he's taken off, returned to his father's fleet that he speaks of only fondly with a tired smile. Instead he returns just as Rocinante and Law do to their transport, his shoulders pulled back confidently.

He says nothing of his disappearance.

Then, the night that he finds the fruit, Law's fruit, something changes. He falls, bleeding out, against the most valuable treasure chest in the world believing Law is safe knowing Marco is waiting for the kid just offshore in a raft. He passes out knowing he won't wake up.

He wakes up.

Curled up against his side near his hip is Law, patches of white skin already gaining color. Standing at the end of the bed is a nurse in the most unprofessionally tight set of scrubs he's ever seen. Sitting in a chair to the side of the bed, behind Law's tiny back, is Marco with his head tilted back and eyes closed, snoring lightly.

[braindeadmaggot]

hey hey hey for that 50 followers thing, can I request IzoSmoker doing something actually pairingly/romantic? pretty please?

@vergina-spva

Happy Birthday to this ask~ it's 8 years old now! 🥳🎂

Smoker doesn't like nail lacquer~ 💅🏼

[nakamalove]

It’s been confirmed that Izou was born and raised in Wano and now I can’t stop theorizing/sincerely hoping he plays a role in the Wano arc.

[fire-fist-ann]

Meet my OCS

I think this would be eaiser for me to keep track of my One peice ocs

art done by @gaynchor

Name: alyona

age: 20

crew: The whitebeard pirates

division : Second division

Ship: I pair her with Ace

Devil fruit “ lighting-lighting dragon zoan 

Personality: She is my wild child  she is pure chaos , there is nothing she will not do.  she and ace are not allowed to go off exploring by themselves anymore T-T. but overall she is very bubbly, very sweet to those she cares about and is very thoughtful although she is a bit of a gremlin when it comes to gold or shiny things and a big prankester . However if your the navy she is full on feral and will actively diss you or mock you nothing is off limits . However she is really shy and gets flustered really easy if someone gives her praise or does something sweet or takes her on dates

quirks: she’s very quirky due to her zoan, she is a big thief when she sees something shiny , she has at some point robbed every single commander and whitebeard himself on the ship. if it’s shiny and not glued down or coated in seastone she is taking it to her little hoard, she also has a bad habit of forgetting she has a devil fruit at times and will go swimming only to  start sinking and drowning until someone saves her. Also likes to perch on top of the fridge in her half zoan form and scare the living daylights out of thatch every time he comes in early . 

past: well Her  father is kaido , she isn't aware of that though but her mother is another oc i made was hated a lot , and she lost her mother and island at 4 years old in a buster call and was alone until  Marco found her and took her to whitebeard she was Feral and tried to kill Marco for a whole year , whitebeard found it  funny  how creative she was , which is why no one bat an eye when ace tried to kill pops  she gets really shy if it is brought up

art done by @missallsundaes

Name: Aurora 

age: 300 years old

crew: whitebeard pirates

division : 16th

ship: I pair her with izou

Personality : she is very very calm she is rather tmid and shy, she will cry at the slightest motion she has angered someone, has cried when the navy yells at her , or when someone  raises their voice at her, she has an almost child like wonder when she learns new things about humans or the world , she wants to learn everything there is to know , very sweet likes to give gifts to the other whitebeard commanders she gets flustered extremely easily 

quirks: she is very BLUNT she says what is on her mind, sometimes it isn't the best  thing,  she can’t eat meat her stomach cant handle it, she keeps trying to though , she is freakishly good with her twin pistols izou got her and trained her , she calls everyone but izou and whitebeard her big brothers despite her being older 

Past: She is from space, a place called celestial island she is a star human who was banished to earth after she fell in love with a human, by the time she got here he was dead and she was exiled and stripped of her powers so she has a normal human’s life span now, star people arent very good with emotions as it’s seen as human weakness or that humans are below them  but she always loved humans which made her an outcast .

[cyborg-franky]

From Seeds To Blooming

I have gotten to do trades with so many great artists recently and working with amazing OCs this is my trade with @aifozu I have only written Izou once despite how much I love him.

Izou x OC SFW Word count: 3k

“What are they arguing about now?” the chef asked, grinning in amusement as he leaned against, the wooden railings next to the ships doctor. Marco chuckled, lazy expression ever present on his face, shrugging his shoulders, shaking his head in response.

“I have no idea yoi” they both watched the couple having a lover’s tiff, wild hand gestures and the thick smell of tobacco emanating from where the two stood.

“Hey guys have you seen Iz-oh” Ace had skidded across the deck towards his peers hoping to find the whereabouts of the 16th division commander, he’d followed Marco’s line of sight and saw what was going on. Ace hummed and leaned against the railing along with Thatch and the phoenix.

“Are they always like this?” Ace asked itching his freckled cheek, watching as Izou crossed his arms over his chest, painted lips pouted in annoyance as Anya tapped her foot on the deck in an irritated fashion, the thick smell of smoke making the three onlookers wrinkle their nose.

She was smoking between yelling at her partner. Thatch chuckled and nodded his head at the young man’s question “Pretty much from day one actually” Ace furrowed his brows, too young to understand the complexity of what was the closest thing to a married couple he’d ever encountered.

“It’s not as bad as it looks, when you’ve been together as long as they have it’s to be expected yoi” Marco added, eyes crinkled in fondness as he watched the beautiful man try and calm down the woman, an arm around her waist, taking her hand as she huffed and carried on trying to smoke despite how Izou kissed her nose.

“They’ve been together almost as long as you’ve been alive freckles” Thatch smirked when Ace snapped his attention to him, frowning.

“Remember when they actually got together yoi?”

“Yeah, it was about time.. Pop’s won that bet didn’t he?” Thatch played with his beard as he watched Izou manage to convince Anya to throw the half-smoked cigar over the side of the ship, pulling her close to his chest, kissing her forehead leaving a red lipstick mark which the woman protested to much to Izou’s amusement.

“Old married couple”

“Aren’t they both younger than you Thatch?” Ace asked, Marco snorted in amusement, trying to stifle the sound with his arm as Thatch opened and closed his mouth.

“Look, being a chef for this many people takes it out of you, cheeky shit” The chef huffed.

“This love story was defiantly a slow burn romance yoi” Marco sighed, hand on his cheek as he thought about his crewmates, the long journey they’d taken before they had finally become an official pair.

--

“You drink too much” Izou mumbled as he sat down next to Anya, their devil fruit power was activated, she didn’t have the best control over it when she was in a mood.

The smell of rum was heavy in the air as she shrugged her shoulders, watching the man delicately shift his kimono to sit by her side at the table. She knocked back another swig, the smell around her stronger, some of the rookies had become tipsy being in the same area as her, unable to understand why their vision started to swim.

“I’m a pirate” She sniffed not making eye contact with the sharp shooter “Pirates drink” She downed what was left of her tankard to illustrate her point, setting it down loudly on the wooden table, now turning to look at the black haired man.

“You need to pace yourself at least, surely” He sighed, hand resting on his forehead, an exasperated expression on his beautiful face.

“It’s not my fault the rookies can’t drink as much as me” Anya hummed simply, shrugging her shoulders, brushing back long blond hair, disinterested in the conversation, she was an adult, she didn’t need to be chided by the commander.

She knew it was because he cared for her, but she was stubborn and what pirate ever did as they were told? It wasn’t like Pop’s himself had told her she needed to cut back. She dug around in the pockets of her dress trying to find where her cigars were, she sighed as her mind flashed to her bedside where the pack sat waiting.

“Fuck” She grumbled patting her empty pockets, Izou quirked a brow at the crude comment.

“What?”

“Forgot my smokes”

“You also smoke too much” Izou added and felt his painted lips turn into a smirk when Anya shot him a look, wrinkling her nose in distaste of his judgement, Izou found himself staring at her face, the nose she hated so much was one of his favourite parts, sometimes he thought about leaning forward and kissing it.

That was the first time he got the inkling of feelings blooming in his heart for the headstrong woman, he’d never thought about how often he’d admire how she looked, her hair, face, her fire. She was a blazing hot-headed woman but, damn, he was drawn to those flames like a hopeless moth. Alas the man from Wano was just as stubborn, he pushed those thoughts of attraction away when he started to feel lightheaded, the side effects of Anya’s devil fruit started to affect him.

“Can you do something about..” He gestured to the air around them and she chucked, a mischievous smirk on her face “Can’t keep up with me?” She teased him.

Izou pursed his lips at the comment before he allowed himself to mirror her expression “Maybe if you actually let me drink to match you instead of getting me drunk by proximity” the man’s smirk grew when Anya scoffed, there was a hint if pink across her cheeks, he couldn’t tell if it was just from the booze, or he’d flustered the younger pirate.

“Are you asking me to drink with you?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Sounds like a date to me” She stared at her empty tankard, not wanting to give Izou the satisfaction of catching her off guard.

“Maybe it is”

--

The slope of affection was a tricky one, it could be steep, long, uneven but the one sure thing that connected everyone’s romantic journey was that first slippery step, the one that took you by surprise, the one that made you lose your footing, loose your head, the one that caused a person to tumble into love.

The more time they spent together the more the seeds of affection were watered, cared for, sprouts of admiration started to grow, sinking their roots in the pair’s hearts. Anya smiled to herself, watering the plants that filled her room, barely any wood could be seen through the plush greenery, her own private garden.

She paused when she heard the soft sound of a certain person’s shoes on the wood the other side of the door, three knocks followed and she already knew what awaited her on the other side. She didn’t make a move, as much as she wanted to see the commander she didn’t want to see keen, she was in control, in charge, her stupid crush wouldn’t change the strong willed woman she had become, not a chance.

Although, she thought as she gently touched the petals on an orchid, she didn’t want to play too hard to get. As she heard the scuff of shoes turning to leave, she called “Come in!”

Izou’s eyebrow twitched, the game was new to him, he wasn’t sure if he was the type to chase or to play it cool, he still told himself this was an invitation, Marco teased him often, the zoan would grin when he saw Izou perk up at Anya’s voice, sometimes Izou was temped to slap that dumb look off the blond man’s face.

Everyone could see how the seeds of a relationship started to grow.

He opened the door, the wonderful fresh smell of the plants hit his senses all at once, he subconsciously took in a breath, lowly exhaling, he’d always expected the woman’s room to smell of cigars and booze like the public houses most the older members of the crew tended to visit when the Moby Dick was docked.

“What’s with the face?” Anya asked when he opened his eyes slowly, he’d been basking in the smell of the flowers, the fresh earthy smell of watered soil.

“I didn’t expect” a delicate hand made a sweeping motion across the room “This; it’s nice.”

“Thank you, it’s my pride and joy” She admitted, stepping back from the flower she’d been tending to “I wish I had more space to garden” She mumbled and went to one of her cupboards, she pulled it out, rattling jars got Izou’s attention, walking gracefully over to the other pirate he peered in at all the jars of seeds, each labelled with the different names for each plant, what their meaning was and other notes.

“Yes, I see there’s not much space in here left”

“So, what did you want?” She asked, getting to the point, picking up the watering can and seeing to a large vine in the corner, the ivy having grown across the wall, carefully secured and directed around the window.

“Such an attitude” he teased her “Want to get a drink?”

--

“I thought you said ‘get a drink’” Hands on her hips she gave Izou a look as he sat down at the table, he smirked at their annoyance, he nodded for her to sit across from him, the table was short, different from the other tables, she sat down and tucked her legs under it.

Izou’s room was nice, it suited him, elegant, tidy, organised, Anya made a mental note that it needed to be greener, maybe she’d grow something nice as a gift for him. Something tall, beautiful, like Izou himself. She watched as he poured them both a tea, it smelt amazing she thought, jasmine her mind told her, something she’d seen him drink often.

He set down the dainty teapot, sometimes Anya couldn’t believe a man like Izou was real, dangerous, beautiful, everything he did contained so much poise and grace. He was art in motion, breath taking.

If not crabby and easy to annoy at times.

“You can drink more than alcohol dear” He pushed a cup towards them, bringing his own to plush lips, blowing the drink, taking the smallest of sips.

“This is my favourite drink, I love the smell, it’s calm, relaxing” Izou had a habit these days, he told her things that he didn’t really indulge to the others.

Anya nodded, waiting for their drink to cool down, thinking about what he said, his favourite smell huh? Why did she care? Why was she taking note? Izou watched the other pirate, seeing how she shifted in place, sipped her own tea, a pleased look on her face, seemed like she enjoyed the taste as well.

“So I have news”

“Yeah?” She asked only half paying attention, sipping the tea, enjoying the pleasant taste, she’d not been a big fan but the way Izou made it? It was just as perfect as he was.

“I may have suggested to Pop’s that having somewhere you could garden would be nice, not just for you but I’m sure the rest of the crew would like to feel a little piece of land when we are in-between islands, might keep some of them from trying to jump overboard” Izou didn’t look at Anya when he reeled off the news, just bringing the cup to his lips and sipping, looking ever the picture of the classic geisha’s in the story books.

“What?” She almost dropped the cup, the air around her turned soft, the smell of the Jasmin tea she’d just drank was swirling around them both, Izou decided he liked the other pirate’s power when it smelt like this.

“Did I stutter?” He chuckled opening his eyes, a sly smirk on his face as he watched her set the cup down. “We can pick out supplies at the next island, just needs to be from your share of the treasure, you know how Pop’s is”

Anya felt something, the seeds of affection had sprouted, each day after they got bigger and bigger.

--

Anya couldn’t stop smiling to herself every time she was in her new garden, tending to all her plants and flowers, the crew had no idea what a nurturing person she was until the saw her plant seeds and bulbs around the small Eden on the end of the ship. How she took these tiny things, loved them, cared for them and now the sweet smell of the fruits of her labour wafted across the deck on this wonderful summer’s day.

Izou walked towards the small wooden bench, under the arch of bright purple climbing clematis, their beautiful hues matched his kimono almost perfectly he thought to himself, setting his hands on his lap as Anya carried on watering the amaranth, another brilliant purple hue.

“I can’t believe this garden was just dirt all those months ago, it’s beautiful here” His voice was soft, genuine, and it made her heart skip a beat. She stared at the flowers she was watering, nimble fingers brushing against the stem, she was trying to chase away the blush across her cheeks before she turned to acknowledge the man.

Izou rolled his eyes, even when he paid her a compliment, she was so stubborn, he was about to say something when the waft of jasmin tea invaded his senses, even with all the flowers blooming around him, he noticed it was coming from the blond, it was his favourite smell in the world, he’d recognise it anywhere.

He didn’t mention it, Izou always had an inkling to certain feelings, ones he himself shared, both too stubborn to really talk about it. That’s fine he told himself, he’d be the one to get her to confess. It was around this time that the chef suggested with the captain a betting pool…

“What do they mean?”

“Hm?”

“You once told me that every flower has it’s secrets, their own meaning, I don’t think someone like you would simply plant things without knowing their meaning” He chuckled, well he wasn’t wrong she thought to herself.

“The arch you are sitting under is clematis it stands for ‘mental beauty’” Anya said walking over to the arch, showing him the face of a particularly beautiful bloom, but the truth was Izou couldn’t take his eyes off the rare softness of her face, her normally furrowed brows relaxed, a smile on her lips as she explained to him.

“And those?” He stood up, walking to her side, enjoying the ever-present smell of jasmine she gave off when in his company.

“Another clematis this one is called ‘Traveller’s Joy’ and I thought, how fitting for a pirate ship, not to mention it means ‘safety’ something we all need in this turbulence era” She sighed in thought before Izou gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

“You’ve done such a wonderful job, I’m sure everyone will love spending time here, if you let them” She rolled her eyes at his comment but leaned into his touch, basked in the praise.

“I have something for you, your room is depressing it needs more life” Anya pulled away from the dark haired pirate and headed to a wooden shelf where individual potted plants were lined up neatly.

She picked up one of the pots, pale yellow flowers, smaller than normal daffodils sprouted from lime coloured greenery. He took the pot and stared at them, he recognised these flowers, they didn’t seem to be half as extravagant as the rest of her garden.

“Daffodils? What do they mean?”

“Regards” Anya replied with a sniff of her nose, trying to busy herself with another task, feeling heat rush to her cheeks again at giving him a gift.

“Thank you, I have duties now, enjoy your gardening” She just nodded her head to him as he left.

Walking past Thatch who was smoking, leaning against the rails, on his break before the lunch time rush, the chef exhaled into he air before pointing at the flowers in Izou’s hands “Jonquil?” he asked and Izou cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowed.

“No? they are daffodil’s”

“No, they are most certainly Jonquil” Thatch laughed and took the pot from Izou’s hands, his cigarette hanging in the corner of his mouth. “Smaller heads look, there’s around three on each stem not just one; therefore, jonquil”

“How did you know that?” Izou gave the brunette such a questioning look when Thatch handed the gift back to the beautiful man.

“Look, I know stuff, my mother and father had a flowershop”

Thatch laughed at the confused look that creased Izou’s brow and shook his head, excusing himself, flicking his cigarette butt of the side of the ship. Brushing down his chef white grinning like a cat who’d got the cream the entire way.

“’Jonquil- I desire a return of affection’ I see Anya, I see” the chef shook his head, the woman was smart.

--

The three men watched the couple from across the deck, how the heated argument had faded and now Izou gently swayed with her in his arms, holding her close, stroking loose strands of hair from her face.

“Wow” Ace hummed to himself.

“Yeah, it’s a real love story” Thatch added crossing his arms over his chest.

“Both as stubborn as one another, it’s honestly a perfect match yoi” Marco grinned before the watched Anya and Izou walk over.

“What are you all grinning about?” She huffed, her temper still simmering from moments ago.

“Nothing!” All three said in union. Each of the pirates were far larger in stature and in power but damn, did they know better than to get the woman’s wrath.

“Come on Anya” Izou smiled, an arm around her shoulder, leading her away from their crew mates, sending them a look over his shoulder.

-End-

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Do you think maybe eighteen for the event masterlist would work for Izou please? 🤔 sorry I’m in Izou fan girl mode 😅

Don't be sorry for fangirl mode, I understand it completely. I hope you enjoy the fic. Also, it's not directly stated, but this is absolutely soulmate, red string of fate shit.

Original 'failed' fic 18

Warnings: memory loss, light angst, happy ending

Word Count: 1210

     Looking out at the seemingly endless waters, you couldn’t help but sigh. You were searching for someone, or maybe it was something, you weren’t quite sure. All you knew was that you’d woken up on an island with no memories, all you had was a pulling sensation in your chest telling you to search for something. The lack of memories made it hard though, you had no idea who you even were. Past, identity, loved ones, it was all gone, leaving you with little to go off of. You didn’t even know how you knew how to sail, you just did. 

     Everytime you reached a town and someone asked who you were, you just answered with ‘someone passing through’ or ‘just some wanderer’. Sure, you’d thought about giving yourself a temporary name, but you wanted to hear whatever your supposed real one was when you found who, or what, ever it was that you were looking for. If it didn’t provide the answers you were looking for, then you’d cross that bridge when you came to it, but for now, you didn’t want to settle on anything until you knew more. 

     So you sailed ever onwards, following the pull in your chest, even as it pulled you into the Grand Line. Unfortunately, even after you started hopping from ship to ship to travel the waters, you still felt so alone. Searching was slow going, everytime, following the pull in your chest, visiting places that perhaps you’d once known, but never finding much of anything that could help you. An unpaid tab here, a bar brawl there, but nothing concrete, nothing you could work off of. 

     For reasons you couldn’t even explain, you didn’t want to get attached to anything either, which is why you simply moved from ship to ship rather than traveling with one crew, why you preferred solitude to their friendly, welcoming smiles. Even after you crossed over, or perhaps under, the red line, after you made it to the New World, the pull on your chest refused to cease, whatever you were looking for would be here, right? You’d reach the end of your journey and learn more here, right? So you continued on, still jumping from one ship to the next, to the next, praying that you’d find what you were looking for sooner or later. 

     The ache in his chest had been there for nearly as long as he could remember. A feeling that led him here, to Pops’ ship. It had only ceased once. When he’d met the most stunning being to ever grace the earth. His sweet Y/n. The thought of you caused his heart to clench, the ache in his chest worse than it had been in a long time. How long had it been since he’d lost you? Shaking his head, he dabbed at his eyes with his kimono sleeve. He couldn’t cry, it would ruin his makeup. Taking a deep breath, he turned around to walk away, pausing for a moment. His chest had ached whenever he stayed in Wano, but once he’d left he’d started feeling a pull. After you had died, the ache had returned, yet now if pulled at his heart once more. 

     He didn’t care how disheveled his hair was, didn’t care that his kimono was half falling off his torso, didn’t care about the sweat that dripped down his cheeks as he approached Whitebeard. He hadn’t felt a pull like this since he’d lost you, so why was he feeling it again now? Upon seeing his son in such a state, Whitebeard’s relaxed position turned to one of attention.

     “We need to sail for the red line.” it was all he needed to say for Whitebeard to start ordering the men to set sail for the red line. He knew Izou wouldn’t say something without reason and even less in the state he was in, he wouldn’t question it yet, not until they were well and truly moving. 

     Jumping off at the latest island, your fist clenched over your heart. The pull was stronger than ever, nearly to the point of collapse. You needed to get to the next island, you couldn’t stay here, you needed him. Him… you were… looking for a ‘him’? Black hair flashed before your eyes, red painted lips, gun powder. He was the one you were looking for. It was as if the pull became a thousand times stronger as you looked around desperately. The only ship docked aside from the one you’d just left was a titan of a ship. A white whale as the figurehead and over a dozen sails. A pirate flag flew high above. You stumbled forward, your vision blurring. This ship, you needed this ship. Whatever pulled at you, they could take you to it.

     Izou had collapsed upon the deck, gripping his chest as he kneeled on the wood floor, yet pushing the others off him as they tried to pull him to the infirmary, pulling out a gun when they kept insisting. The pull was even stronger than that day. Struggling to stand, he stumbled forward. He paused, the pull must finally have been making him hallucinate, to watch you stumble aboard the ship, clutching your chest as if in the same agony as he was. He couldn’t be bothered to care though as he tossed his gun aside, running towards you at a dead sprint, pulling you into his arms as he clung to you. Almost immediately the pull and ache stopped, though his shaking hadn’t as tears ran freely down his face and onto your shoulder. 

     Feeling his arms around you, the feeling in your chest finally subsided. Izou, he was your darling Izou. Gently tugging him away from you, you smiled, trying to wipe away the tears that ruined his makeup.

     “And you always spent so much time getting it perfect, just to ruin it like that.” you said with a small laugh, looking at the makeup that now covered your hands. 

     “All this time and my makeup is what you’re worried about?” he asked with a small, choked, laugh of his own, “How? I thought… I was certain…” you shook your head, unsure yourself.

     “I woke up on an island in the South Blue. All they could tell me was that I’d washed up on shore and hadn’t woken up. I followed the strange pull I felt.” you said with a smile and a shrug. To be honest, you didn’t understand it yourself and your memories were still hazy at best, but you recognized him, that was all you needed. 

     “You… you disappeared years ago! You’ve… you’ve been asleep in the South Blue all this time?” he asked, dumbfounded.

     “I don’t know. I don’t remember. I… woke up without any memories.” you said sheepishly. Would he be upset that you didn’t remember him until just now? Upset that you could forget someone so important to you.

     “Then I’ll help you remember everything, or we’ll make new ones, I don’t care. I never thought I’d see you again.” he said softly, pulling you to him once more. To be honest, you didn’t care either, all you cared about was that you were reunited with him. With your love. 

[pops-and-kids]

"Rakuyo there you are." Izo walked up to him, a soft smile on red lips. "Happy birthday. Here." He handed him a soft looking package. Inside was a new light blue shirt and green sash. The fabric was a higher quality than what he usual wore and it was clearly made by Izo himself. "It's from the entire 16th division." He added, as the gift was indeed expensive. There were also a pair of golden earrings, in the shape of the simplified mark of Whitebeard.

Turning around he gives you a smile. “Ah were you looking for me? Sorry, I’ve been really scattered around this evening.”

He takes the package from you as Macey slowly circles around him, ever the happy flail. Opening it carefully his eyes widened.

“Whoa….” That was definitely not his usual attire, it was WAY too fancy.

Taking the shirt out he stared at it, taking in all it’s detailed.

“Wait, you all pitched in for this?” He asked, amazed. There was even a pair of earrings! And in the shape of the family mark!

He made a mental note to wear them tomorrow. How could he not? It made made by his brother with all his division helping out. He would save the shirt for special occasions but damn, he loved the earrings way too much for them to come out once in a blue moon.

“Izou, what the hell man! Thank you! This is way too good for--GAH!!” Right in the middle of his joyous rant, Macey who had been wrapping her chain around his legs the whole time jumped forward, effectively causing the 8 foot commander to topple over.

“.....Thanks, ‘Zo. I’ll thank everyone in your division tomorrow.” He simplifies, looking up at you with a small smile. He made sure the wonderful present didn’t hit the floor and get messed up, but you’re pretty sure he probably bruised his nose.

[snowpoet123]

I tried to find about this as well for a new FF 'Join the Thousand'; I didn't get very far.

Fact: 1617 main crew members divided into 16 divisions and on five ships

The following are my headcannons:

Many fanfictions around the WBP get a lot of hate because they are doing paperwork and organizing,.... And it feels very dry. But with so many main crew members plus the subordinate crews plus the islands in the territory, there is bound to be a lot of organizing and a chain of command.

As far as I know from the Ace novel, divisions represent certain necessary skillsets. 1st div are the medicals, where I include the nurses (who swarm over Deuce for being a 'doctor', because there are so few of them) and 4th under Thatch will be cooks. The rest is not so obvious.

I made 2nd div 'brawlers', like main fighters, and 16th gun fighters/ sharp shooters. You get the gist.

That's divisions. How do they divide onto five ships, you ask? Dunno...

If they would sail like a fleet (all five together), the marines would have known the fifth was missing (which was the best tactical move ever during Marineford!).

Beside that problem, we need all skillsets represented on each ship. We can't have all the medics only on the Moby Dick after all, because that would be stupid.

Pirates had few belongings, so if I would be a medic, I would mainly stay on one ship, but if I was needed on another, I would change ship. I wouldn't have a cabin of my own, there were community cabins and time would be spent on deck or in the mess hall or, in my case, in the sick bay.

Who commanded a side ship?

One of the division commanders, the one with the lower number probably, because they were higher in rank. He would get rough instructions from the Moby Dick, but otherwise just talk with other division commanders and did his own thing.

Again with my example: I'm in 1st division, but Marco isn't on my ship at the moment. Thatch (4th), Haruta (12th) and Izou (16th) are. Thatch has command.

(because you need structure on these huge ships!!!)

There would be more on the Moby Dick, maybe 400, and 300 each on the others.

I also believe that there had to be smaller, faster ships for ~20-30 people to gather rations, because these huge ships aren't that fast and depending on the coastline, you would have to anchor far away.

Maybe those were stored on the bigger ships?

I'm getting off topic...

Well, to answer your question: there were five main ships (that were coated during Marineford and appeared out of nowhere) plus 43 allied crews with their own ships (which were not coated and attacked from the front).

Alright, I need help with something.

Whitebeard had a total of 1617 people in his crew, according to the wiki.

In Marineford, we see four ships including the Moby Dick. The rest are said to be allied pirate crews. (I think.)

So does each ship have a crew of around 400?

(A google search shows that there was an old timey ship called the HMS Victory that had a crew of over 800. So that’s not impossible?)

Or were some of the ships in the background also Whitebeard’s?

I guess I’m asking if he really only had four ships in his fleet, or if it was more.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hey there Astra! Hope you're taking care of yourself and doing well 😄. Can I request Izou, Thatch, Marco, and Ace with a shy!s/o? If it's too much you can just do Izou, thank you so much you're the best!! 🤍

So this is also my @onepiece-bingo submission for 'First Kiss'. Thank you for being so patient with me.

Warnings: first kisses, Shy!Reader, Izou, Thatch, Marco, Ace

Word Count: 1490

Izou

     It was cute how shy you were, how you hid behind him if too much attention was on you, how you sank in your seat to try to not be noticed, and how you squeaked and quietly insisted on being put down if he lifted you into the air. That being said, it was hard to keep a ‘low profile’ when you were dating the prettiest pirate in the New World and 16th division commander. The man attracted attention and oozed confidence and an elegance that drew people to him. You, by comparison, were relatively plain. Choosing not to wear flashy makeup or clothing in order to not attract attention. Head down and refusing to meet people’s eyes so that they wouldn’t approach you. Izou wasn’t really bothered by your shyness, in fact he found it rather endearing and cute. There was… one thing he didn’t like about your shyness though. You hated PDA. PDA always brought attention to you, attention and teasing. The most he could do was hold your hand but even then, you preferred to hold one of his long sleeves, afraid of the attention you might get if you actually held his hand. The crew never teased you on anything, they knew better than to try to tease you, less they invoke Izou’s wrath, but you still worried about all the eyes that could be watching you. He hadn’t even had his first kiss with you yet! But he was going to change that today! He had a nice place to pull you aside, away from the prying eyes of the others, secluded and not likely to be bothered. So pulling you through the halls, he smiled back at you, the confused look on your face only making you cuter.

     “Y/n.” he said softly, caressing your cheek as he closed the door behind you, “it’s not the romance you deserve, but I’ve been waiting too long to do this.” Izou said softly, pulling you into a sweet kiss. Your heart pounded in your chest as you kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. Suddenly, you wished you’d done this sooner, that you’d had the courage to kiss him in front of the others. Breaking the kiss, you looked up at him, in wonder.

     “Can… can we do that again?” you asked softly, the dark haired man smiling as he pulled you into another kiss.

Ace

     Ace was wild, loud, outgoing, and commanding. You were shy, quiet, introverted, and timid. Logically, your relationship made little sense, but then, love didn’t make any logical sense. You liked how he was always doing grand gestures to show you how much he cared, how he was pulling you out on some new adventure, and how he showered you in affection. He loved how cute you were, how your need to avoid attention kept him out of too much trouble, how you quietly gave him small gifts. That being said, there were things you both hated. You hated how he was always attracting attention to you, despite your protests, you hated how he was always pulling you into his trouble, and how he’d pull you with him when he was really happy, drawing the attention of the entire crew to the two of you. He hated how you always wanted to be a wallflower during parties, how he wasn’t allowed to show you off and tell everyone how amazing you were, and the one he hated the most, how adamantly you refused PDA. He wanted to walk down the street with his arm wrapped around your waist, he wanted to spin you around in his arms, and most importantly, he wanted his damn first kiss with you! But he’d be damned if your shyness stopped him! It was the dead of night that he tugged you to the back of the ship.

     “Ace, what’s so important that you needed to talk to me at this hour at the back of the ship?” you asked, confused and slightly annoyed. You’d been getting ready for bed, what did he want? Ace just gave you one of his sunny smiles as he pulled you into a passionate kiss, hands on either cheek, holding your head as he sighed happily into the kiss. You couldn’t stop yourself from melting into the kiss, hands gripping his shoulders. Pulling back, he grinned at the dazed look in your eyes. He didn’t bother to say a thing as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into another kiss, neither of you aware of the small audience that peeked through the windows, quietly cheering and exchanging bet money. 

Marco

     Sitting in his office, Marco smiled over at you. You always looked so at home in the solitude of his office, away from the rowdy and often boisterous crew. Helping the phoenix with whatever various paperwork or office work he had. He understood your desire to stay out of the spotlight, to stay away from the excitement and attention that often came with much of the crew. In fact, it astounded him that someone as shy as you even sailed with the Whitebeard Pirates. The most infamous pirate currently alive, someone everyone kept an eye on, and you stayed with them. Getting up, he walked over to you, pushing some hair out of your face and placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. 

     “Sorry, Little Bird, you looked too cute-yoi.” he said softly, large hand cupping your cheek as he sat on the edge of the desk you were working at. Smiling up at him, you leaned into his touch, he was always so sweet. Turning your head, you placed a soft kiss on his palm, the sweet gesture making him sigh happily. Leaning down, he put a hand under your chin, his lips meeting yours, lightly pushing you back into your chair so he could deepen the kiss. Pulling away, you couldn’t help but giggle.

     “What’s so funny, Little Bird?” he asked, as you smiled at him.

     “It’s just… every kiss feels like the first with you. I… I still get butterflies and my stomach still does flips.” you admittedly shyly. 

     “I agree, your lips still taste just as sweet-yoi.” he said with a nod before pulling you into another kiss. He’d never been so happy that he worked away from the crew, able to share kisses like this with you as often as he desired.

Thatch

     The man was a damned flirt, though perhaps that’s what attracted you to him in the first place, how he made you swoon, how charming and sweet he was… his culinary skills didn’t hurt either. Well… mostly, in any case. It was sweet how he’d make you all sorts of culinary confections, cooking your favorite just for you, or other delicious treats. But he was always presenting them in the biggest, most ostentatious, attention drawing ways. Ways that had you looking for somewhere to hide from the prying eyes. Sure, he usually tried to keep said ostentatiousness in private, but on more than one occasion, he’d drawn the attention of damn near the entire crew to you. Hiding in the kitchen, you glanced back at Thatch, making sure that nobody could peek in and see the two of you. 

     “Don’t worry, my sweet treat, nobody’s going to bother us.” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

     “I just… you have a tendency to draw everybody’s attention and you know I hate that.” you said, placing one of your hands over his as you relaxed in his hold.

     “I’ll make you a deal, you give me one thing and I’ll try to be better about that.” he offered, making you raise an eyebrow.

     “I suppose that depends on the ‘one thing’.” you said, as he continued holding you.

     “Just… close your eyes and trust me.” he whispered in your ear, making you sigh both from exasperation and your heart melting. Doing as he said, you felt him let you go for just a moment before his hands were on your waist again, picking you up and setting you on the counter as his lips met yours. You wouldn’t deny that you’d been waiting for this moment for a while, but there never seemed to be a good, quiet, moment for your first kiss. A moment where the crew wouldn’t bother you with wolf whistles and ‘good natured’ teasing. Your hands clung to the yellow scarf he was always wearing, keeping him pulled close to you as you remained lip locked until you needed to breathe. 

     “A-alright, that… I’ll allow you one more for free, but after that you have to keep your end of the deal.” you said shyly, staring down at your lap as you blushed. Thatch chuckled and pulled you into another kiss, more than happy to get another ‘freebie’. 

[sabo-has-my-heart]

May We Meet Again

Not quite a drabble, not quite a fic, but it’s for Izo and is also my entries for Hanami and Seasons pass for @onepiece-bingo. 

Edit: would you belive I wrote this before chapter 1052/episode 1079?

Warnings: Angst

It was spring when Izo first saw you, when he first fell in love with you. Sitting under a sakura tree, smiling as you enjoyed the pink flowers blooming on the dozens of trees that lined the pathway to an old shrine. He’d asked why you were sitting there alone rather than enjoying the festival with others, but you’d just smiled and said that it was your favorite spot. You’d offered him some dango and to enjoy the flowers with you, so he had. The two of you sat there for hours, enjoying the snacks you’d brought and the beautiful flowers. By the end, he’d told you that you were far more stunning than any flower he’d seen that day.

Summer was when he’d asked you out on a real date, just months after meeting you, after sitting there talking with you for hours. The two of you had become fast friends, playing in the cold river waters, enjoying small snacks as you chatted away, or becoming kids again as you played in an old park. Finally, he knew that he wanted to be by your side, wanted you by his side. So he took a chance, a leap of faith, and asked you out. A sweet kiss, a small innocent thing on his cheek had been your answer, his cheeks flushed bright red. Despite wanting to take you out to the nicest, most amazing place he could find, he went with something a little more sentimental instead, and took you on a picnic, sitting near a beautiful river and enjoying the scenery, much like the day he’d first met you.

By the time Fall rolled around, Izo was head-over-heels in love with you. He didn’t want to admit it, but he would have done anything for you, given you the world itself if that’s what made you happy. Of course, you never asked for such things, you only ever wanted to spend time by his side. Every moment you could spend together, you were by his side, only parting when one of you had responsibilities to see to or you had to return home. You were his everything and he was yours, he talked with his sister about proposing, would it be too soon? Of course, she’d been ecstatic that there was someone that he loved so completely. So she helped him come up with a plan.

Winter was when he finally learned the truth. You’d told him to meet you at a specific spot that day, that you had something you wanted to tell him, a secret you wanted to share. He’d been a little worried, but it wasn’t going to stop him from seeing you. While he was still relatively young and he hadn’t known you for even a year, he knew that he wanted you by his side forever. He’d been prepared for rejection, for you to already be married, for you to tell him you were dying, leaving Wano, but he hadn’t been prepared for the truth. He’d been concerned when he’d shown up and you weren’t there, confused when a light seemed to be beckoning him, and heartbroken when he stood in front of a single, lone gravemarker, your gravemarker. Clearly decades old, moss and foliage almost obscuring it, had the strange light not disappeared into the marker, he would have missed it entirely. The old shine near where you’d first met had been your home, the home of a fortune teller, of a person who told their parents that they wouldn’t fall in love until they were long passed. He’d found what you’d left for him though, a small hair piece, simple yet intricate in design. ‘To my beloved, may we meet once more one day’ carved into the wooden case that it had rested in, the wooden case with his name on it. 

Izo looked out over the waters, he was returning home for the first time in well over 20 years, he wondered how Kiku was doing. In his hands was a small hair piece, a favorite of his, he felt a little bad for being gone so long, but Pops, Marco, Thatch, Ace, all of the Whitebeard pirates had needed him. He only hoped that you would understand when he visited you, when he told you of his adventures while he was gone.

[lighthouseofstories]

Ahh Izou (one of) my loves! The feeling of just being pulled towards something and not understanding why until you meet your soulmate! So good! 💗

Do you think maybe eighteen for the event masterlist would work for Izou please? 🤔 sorry I’m in Izou fan girl mode 😅

Don't be sorry for fangirl mode, I understand it completely. I hope you enjoy the fic. Also, it's not directly stated, but this is absolutely soulmate, red string of fate shit.

Original 'failed' fic 18

Warnings: memory loss, light angst, happy ending

Word Count: 1210

     Looking out at the seemingly endless waters, you couldn’t help but sigh. You were searching for someone, or maybe it was something, you weren’t quite sure. All you knew was that you’d woken up on an island with no memories, all you had was a pulling sensation in your chest telling you to search for something. The lack of memories made it hard though, you had no idea who you even were. Past, identity, loved ones, it was all gone, leaving you with little to go off of. You didn’t even know how you knew how to sail, you just did. 

     Everytime you reached a town and someone asked who you were, you just answered with ‘someone passing through’ or ‘just some wanderer’. Sure, you’d thought about giving yourself a temporary name, but you wanted to hear whatever your supposed real one was when you found who, or what, ever it was that you were looking for. If it didn’t provide the answers you were looking for, then you’d cross that bridge when you came to it, but for now, you didn’t want to settle on anything until you knew more. 

     So you sailed ever onwards, following the pull in your chest, even as it pulled you into the Grand Line. Unfortunately, even after you started hopping from ship to ship to travel the waters, you still felt so alone. Searching was slow going, everytime, following the pull in your chest, visiting places that perhaps you’d once known, but never finding much of anything that could help you. An unpaid tab here, a bar brawl there, but nothing concrete, nothing you could work off of. 

     For reasons you couldn’t even explain, you didn’t want to get attached to anything either, which is why you simply moved from ship to ship rather than traveling with one crew, why you preferred solitude to their friendly, welcoming smiles. Even after you crossed over, or perhaps under, the red line, after you made it to the New World, the pull on your chest refused to cease, whatever you were looking for would be here, right? You’d reach the end of your journey and learn more here, right? So you continued on, still jumping from one ship to the next, to the next, praying that you’d find what you were looking for sooner or later. 

     The ache in his chest had been there for nearly as long as he could remember. A feeling that led him here, to Pops’ ship. It had only ceased once. When he’d met the most stunning being to ever grace the earth. His sweet Y/n. The thought of you caused his heart to clench, the ache in his chest worse than it had been in a long time. How long had it been since he’d lost you? Shaking his head, he dabbed at his eyes with his kimono sleeve. He couldn’t cry, it would ruin his makeup. Taking a deep breath, he turned around to walk away, pausing for a moment. His chest had ached whenever he stayed in Wano, but once he’d left he’d started feeling a pull. After you had died, the ache had returned, yet now if pulled at his heart once more. 

     He didn’t care how disheveled his hair was, didn’t care that his kimono was half falling off his torso, didn’t care about the sweat that dripped down his cheeks as he approached Whitebeard. He hadn’t felt a pull like this since he’d lost you, so why was he feeling it again now? Upon seeing his son in such a state, Whitebeard’s relaxed position turned to one of attention.

     “We need to sail for the red line.” it was all he needed to say for Whitebeard to start ordering the men to set sail for the red line. He knew Izou wouldn’t say something without reason and even less in the state he was in, he wouldn’t question it yet, not until they were well and truly moving. 

     Jumping off at the latest island, your fist clenched over your heart. The pull was stronger than ever, nearly to the point of collapse. You needed to get to the next island, you couldn’t stay here, you needed him. Him… you were… looking for a ‘him’? Black hair flashed before your eyes, red painted lips, gun powder. He was the one you were looking for. It was as if the pull became a thousand times stronger as you looked around desperately. The only ship docked aside from the one you’d just left was a titan of a ship. A white whale as the figurehead and over a dozen sails. A pirate flag flew high above. You stumbled forward, your vision blurring. This ship, you needed this ship. Whatever pulled at you, they could take you to it.

     Izou had collapsed upon the deck, gripping his chest as he kneeled on the wood floor, yet pushing the others off him as they tried to pull him to the infirmary, pulling out a gun when they kept insisting. The pull was even stronger than that day. Struggling to stand, he stumbled forward. He paused, the pull must finally have been making him hallucinate, to watch you stumble aboard the ship, clutching your chest as if in the same agony as he was. He couldn’t be bothered to care though as he tossed his gun aside, running towards you at a dead sprint, pulling you into his arms as he clung to you. Almost immediately the pull and ache stopped, though his shaking hadn’t as tears ran freely down his face and onto your shoulder. 

     Feeling his arms around you, the feeling in your chest finally subsided. Izou, he was your darling Izou. Gently tugging him away from you, you smiled, trying to wipe away the tears that ruined his makeup.

     “And you always spent so much time getting it perfect, just to ruin it like that.” you said with a small laugh, looking at the makeup that now covered your hands. 

     “All this time and my makeup is what you’re worried about?” he asked with a small, choked, laugh of his own, “How? I thought… I was certain…” you shook your head, unsure yourself.

     “I woke up on an island in the South Blue. All they could tell me was that I’d washed up on shore and hadn’t woken up. I followed the strange pull I felt.” you said with a smile and a shrug. To be honest, you didn’t understand it yourself and your memories were still hazy at best, but you recognized him, that was all you needed. 

     “You… you disappeared years ago! You’ve… you’ve been asleep in the South Blue all this time?” he asked, dumbfounded.

     “I don’t know. I don’t remember. I… woke up without any memories.” you said sheepishly. Would he be upset that you didn’t remember him until just now? Upset that you could forget someone so important to you.

     “Then I’ll help you remember everything, or we’ll make new ones, I don’t care. I never thought I’d see you again.” he said softly, pulling you to him once more. To be honest, you didn’t care either, all you cared about was that you were reunited with him. With your love.