#I love Thatch

[mamamittens]

Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Pt. 6)

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Crew & Reader-Insert

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Warnings: References to past drugging and implied violence/offscreen death. Platonic Yandere behavior is still present, but more in the background for this chapter.

If yandere content in any way disturbs you, please do block the tag "oh sweet child of mine" as well as the appropriate variations of "yandere one piece". Do not tolerate this behavior in real life.

Stay safe and have fun.

Hopefully the next update will be a bit longer before we get to the actual plot of this whole storyline. If you have any desired character interactions among the Whitebeard Crew before the fruit incident, please let me know cause I've only got about one more update in me before that otherwise.

Word Count: 1,520

On the third day Marco apparently forgave Twin-Blade for his ‘tea transgression’—not that you did—and decided it was alright for him to meet you properly.

Twin-Blade, despite his reputation as a commander and chef on the Moby Dick, was probably the biggest goofball you’ve ever met. Undeniably charming in a practiced way that felt almost natural until he slipped up and revealed he was actually a bit of a dweeb. And very concerned about your food intake. Something about not being a healthy weight for his liking. Truthfully, you just… weren’t comfortable eating too much food after drinking what you thought was innocent tea. So anytime you did eat and he happened to be keeping an eye on you, you ate less as a precaution.

Marco noticed and had taken to smacking Twin-Blade’s head when he spent too long looking in your direction. Though certainly too old for it, he whined and cried to his nearest brother for Marco’s cruelty. Once he even tried to console himself by hugging you but your expression of distaste just made him cry for real. You’d feel bad but…

He did drug your tea once. Once is more than enough in your book.

On the fifth day you’d been tentatively allowed to eat in the mess hall with the rest of the crew as opposed to in the kitchens under Marco’s unnervingly attentive eye. He still visibly preened when you addressed him and had yet to correct you about anyone else’s title—you suspect as a bragging point but thinking too hard on the matter weirded you out.

Regardless, you found yourself grateful that you didn’t eat near Fire Fist. The way the young man shoveled food into his mouth and aggressively went to stab anyone reaching too close to his plate was horrifying. The meat and potatoes stood no chance under his ravenous appetite despite having a plate three times as stacked as anyone else. There was pie for dessert as well, and usually you’d be all for it, but Twin-Blade seemed keen to know your reaction to the treat. Almost as glutenous as Fire Fist, the man seated next to you was trying to cajole his opposing seat mate for his dessert.

Large and with many braids in his pitch-black beard and hair, he laughed every time he was denied in good nature. His dark eyes met yours and he grinned cheerfully.

“Zehahahaha~! You going to eat that?” He pointed to the still untouched plate of cherry pie. You grimaced, glancing at Twin-Blade from several tables over.

“I think Twin-Blade would cry if I didn’t…” You paused for only a moment before sliding the dessert to the pirate. “Have at it.”

He cackled loudly but didn’t think twice about eating the slice.

“Zehahahaha! Now that’s cold to our poor commander! What did he do to you, marine?” He winked, polishing off the plate with clear satisfaction.

You looked at Twin-Blade, his expression crestfallen as he laid his head onto Flintlock Pistol’s shoulder. The immaculately dressed man seemed to roll his eyes and give you a dry look. Clearly blaming you for his current predicament. You smiled back.

“He knows what he did.”

You didn’t want to be here. The least they could do was let you have small victories to yourself. Fire Fist suddenly shoved himself in beside you, arm resting over your shoulder as he scooped up what little you hadn’t eaten yet.

“He really is sorry, you know.” Fire Fist murmured between bites, catching you as your nose wrinkled in distaste.

“It’s the principle of the matter, Fire Fist.” You huffed, finding yourself awkward crammed between Fire Fist’s too hot body and the man that liked cherry pie a lot.

A heavy hand thumped you back as he laughed.

“Zehahahaha! Let them give Commander Thatch a hard time for a bit. I think he’s enjoying having an excuse to be dramatic for once.” He laughed. “I’m Teach, by the way! Zehahaha!”

He was an awful jolly sort of pirate, wasn’t he?

“And call me Ace already! Marco’s been so mean lately about you only using his name. What’d he do to earn that, anyhow?”

You huffed, cheeks hot as you grumbled.

“… he’s a very pretty bird.”

That sent the entire table into a fit of laughter. Fire Fist choked on his own laughter.

“W-Would you forgive him if he wore cat ears?” Fire Fist cackled.

You couldn’t help but glance at the man in question. Cat ears, huh?

You stopped breathing, your lips pressed together in a firm line as you fought against the sheer ridiculousness of the image that appeared in your head.

They’re pirates!

They kidnapped you!

You are a marine on a Yonko ship!

Wearing cat ears to make up for drugging your tea means nothing!

…

…

…Would he wear it on his head or the top of his pompadour?

Your body shook, sounds of concern growing around you as you covered your face. Desperate to hide the wide grin at the mental image. The worst part is that you’re not convinced that he wouldn’t do it by now either.

“H-Hey, it’s alright! I-I’m sorry?!” Ace whispered desperately, rubbing your back.

You snorted, giggling breathlessly as your glasses fogged up. Tears in your eyes as you laughed uncontrollably. Distantly, you wondered if this is what a mental breakdown felt like. The stress from your situation finally cracking you like an egg. Not quite round the bend for crazy town, you shook your head.

“I-It wouldn’t h-help! Ahah~snck!” You whispered breathlessly, smacking Ace’s hands away as you tried to bury your face in your arms. Anytime you managed to regain control it was ruined by looking at Ace’s beaming grin. “S-Stop looking at me like tha-aat~! Snck-gh~!”

“I don’t know… you seem to think it’s pretty funny~” Ace cooed as you shook your head.

“Ssshuut up! Shut up!” You cried out, wiping your eyes and gasping for air. After several more moments you finally manged to calm down. Only to look at Ace with a wobbly smile. “Do you think he’d wear it on his pompadour?”

Ace froze. His face growing red as he glanced at Twin-Blade and back at you several times.

Finally, he cracked, sending you both into hysterics again.

“See! Look, Izooouu! They are laughing at me!” You heard Twin-Blade cry out from across the room as you collapsed against Ace’s side. The logia user wheezing with tears in his eyes.

Not even Whitebeard joining in with his own laughter could ruin the moment.

You hadn’t laughed this hard in ages. All your marine comrades either too distant, busy, or dicks to joke around with.

You snagged a newspaper to hide your face better. Foggy glasses obscuring the headline about a ‘crackdown of justice’ in Paradise with brutal and swift executions.

Distantly, you wondered if your superiors had some sort of plan to rescue you or if they’d given up. It wasn’t just any crew that had you, after all.

--*--

“I’m afraid that right now we can’t afford to directly confront Whitebeard, I’m sorry—” Sengoku was cut off by a fist driving into the wall of his office. He glared at the younger man, knuckles white before he relaxed. Taking a deep breath before continuing. “I understand your frustration. But they can’t drift at sea forever. Eventually they’ll have to dock. We can stage a rescue once we have better intelligence on their movements. You are dismissed.”

The chair was violently thrown back as the man stormed out, teeth clenched as he hissed out a bitter acknowledgement.

The temperature of his office took quite some time to right itself despite the open door and windows.

Sengoku looked over at the Ensign’s file again and sighed before closing it shut and putting it away.

He hoped that the young marine was alright. While Whitebeard had a much more… benevolent reputation, he was still a pirate. And the marine had quite the impressive devil fruit to exploit. He almost asked Garp to retrieve them but didn’t want to risk a powered-up Yonko crew retaliating against his old friend—even if Garp would find it a fun sport. Who knew what kind of things Whitebeard would be capable of with his devil fruit even more powerful? He shuddered to think about it. Let alone the many other devil fruits on the Yonko crew.

He'd just have to have faith that a more subtle approach would work. They couldn’t risk putting out a ‘alive only’ bounty to rescue the marine. Too many questions. And if the other Yonko get word before they are safely secured with their originally planned partner, it could throw the entire Grand Line into chaos. Sengoku shuddered to think of what things Charlotte Linlin or Kaido could be capable of with more power. At least Whitebeard hasn’t seen fit to take over an entire country.

Sengoku would just take what he could get at this point… and look for faster, quiet solutions to his problem before a loose canon burns through the Grand Line to solve it himself.

[raiain]

hello midst nation please accept my offering

[cosmosnout]

Them

[demynom]

[stickandthorn]

midst understands a key principle of character design which is that in order for a buff action hero man with majestic hair and perfect 3 point landings to be compelling and sympathetic, he has to be, in some not insignificant way, genuinely lame or deeply tormented. Preferably both.

[druidposting]

[Narrator: Phineas plays anxiously with the bead of caenum on his abacus]

[artistic-lightcycle]

"Hey can I copy your homework?"

"Yeah, just change it up a bit so it doesn't look obvious you copied."

"Ok"

[hello-eeveev]

saskia just handing over weepe’s medical case, despite weepe having just betrayed her—unrepentant, except for her finding out—destroying the entire life she built for herself (alongside weepe and with his help), and the moon falling out of the sky

- vs. -

imelda withholding weepe’s medical case until he said what she wanted to hear in a convincing enough manner, to the point that he nearly died and his body is further irreversibly changed and now in need of constant monitoring

———

weepe’s love for saskia not being enough to break him out of his self-destruction and self-loathing

- vs. -

jonas’s love for phineas being the reason he could no longer ignore the way the trust harms people, leading to him abandoning it and growing out of his own complicity

[hitoshi-yuuto]

After the Soup Scene

Marco : I WANT TO GIVE HIM THINGS

Marco : LIKE BLOWJOBS AND SELF ESTEEM!

Izou : *nodding*

Thatch : Ew.

Whitebeard : GWAHAHHAHA

[jestersloverre]

Phineas @ Lark, probably

[green-nerd-showdown]

GREEN NERD SHOWDOWN ROUND 1 BATTLE 10

MILO JAMES THATCH FROM ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE VS IGNATZ VICTOR FROM FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES

PROPAGANDA

MILO

Anthropology nerd

IGNATZ

So, of all characters in fire emblem. A series with over 789, Ignatz is one out of 4 who were glasses (I am not counting monocles). This guy was sent to military school but he wants to be an artist, he has the lowest charm stat in the game. A guy who can not set boundaries between him and women have more charisma as a stat (i like both of them) He gets made fun of by a girl younger than him. HIS HEIGHT GOT PATCHED! His whole arc is just learning to be confident, how do we teach him that? THROW HIM INTO THE BATTLE FIELD. He screams "LET ME PAINT YOU A PICTURE" before sniping you with his bow. He is a dork who can kill you. Who is also green. There is in fact two obviously neurodivergent (insys please speak up) people in the game who are both green. That is oddly specific but it makes sense. He is one of the few normal characters who don't try to act like an edgy anime sidekick. It feels like they went to a random art/humanities-focused school and found an insecure younger sibling and used them as a reference. Can you tell i love this guy. - mod druv

Passionate about arts. Wears glasses. Scrawny little bitch. I love him so much your honor.

i don't know my friend asked me to submit him. he's kinda silly and cute tho i think he looks like my middle school crush only a guy instead of a girl

[pancakey-haley]

Rolled up sleeves on a nice suit? Serving not just looks but dinner too?!

LAWD I do believe I'm getting the vapours. 😏

I don't have any more excuses for drawing Thatch. I just think he's delicious.

But yea. Had to draw this coz usually the outfits in this game are just..... ugh... they're just awful lol.

I'll probably do more, though, because..... him 😇🥖

[helimir]

Sorry, but I can't shut up about Midst. The way that Phineas is introduced is so funny and absolutely brilliant. Even before you know that this is going to be THE defining tension of Phineas' arc, this juxtaposition is immediately compelling, informative, and pretty hilarious:

In retrospect, this is when it was over for me

[imogenkol]

Imogen Kol x Bix Caleen (sw) | Nora Abbot x Wicke (fo4)

Jayde Thatcher x Nadya Bishop (original) | Hael Ashwood x Shadowheart (bg3)

Vaune Iyer x Panam Palmer (cp77) | Yrsa Gunnr x Kåre Battle-Born (skyrim)

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@zevlor

[druidposting]

While in the Trust, Jonas and Phineas are confined by the structure of this society. They are mentor/mentee and cant really be anything beyond that. This dynamic is incredibly constraining and also objectively harmful to them both.

But also, in a society where everything they do is constantly being appraised by others, where every interaction with another person is documented and notarized, i think theyve both found a kind of comfort in the surface level simplicity of this dynamic. Theyre mentor/mentee. Spahr gives orders, Phineas follows them. It's simple. It becomes familiar. Theres comfort in that familiarity.

They love this dynamic. They also hate this dynamic. Its not equal, and it never will be equal. They love this dynamic because its all theyve ever known and its the only context in which they can have a relationship under the Trust. They hate this dynamic because its the only context in which they can have a relationship under the Trust.

[ace-milo-thatch]

beautiful