#Izo x Reader

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How they'd spend Valentine's Day with you

Pairings: Penguin, Marco, Franky, Izou x Reader Tags: sfw, fluff, established relationship, GN but written with F!Reader in mind, no use of y/n

a/n: you might be thinking, what a random set of characters! well, a while ago i did a poll on which of my blorbos i should write a valentine’s fic for, and Killer won, but i still felt like doing something for the other characters who didn’t win, so here are some valentine’s day headcanons with them! i hope you enjoy this and please be on the lookout for the Killer fic on 14 feb too 😘

Penguin

Penguin would be the type to ask “Will you be my Valentine’s?” every single time on Valentine’s Day, even after years of dating.

When you say yes, like you always do, he’d grin so wide and give you a big smooch right on your lips.

Penguin loves to spoil you with gifts.

He’d take you out on a special date to the market, indulging you as you browse the many stalls there one by one.

Without you knowing, he’d pay attention and take note of all the things you touched and admired, the stuff you’d eye for a tad bit too long, the items that made your eyes sparkle.

He’d buy every single one of them.

At the end of the day, his bag would be stuffed with all the little trinkets, to the point that it would be hard for him to hide it from you.

Before you return to the Polar Tang, he’d hand over the bag to you with a shy smile, which would turn into a wide grin when he witnessed your surprised expression and gasp of delight.

His face would flush as you hug him tight and pepper kisses all over his face.

He’d never get tired of receiving affection from you. That, for him, is the most precious gift of all.

Marco

Marco was not a fan of Valentine’s Day. He had always thought it trivial... at least, until he met you.

On your first Valentine’s Day as a couple, he’d be so nervous that he’d ask Ace for advice.

The Fire Fist would recommend candlelight dinners, romantic poetries, breakfast in bed – but none of them seemed right.

For Marco, loving you is as simple as breathing, as natural as flying. He had never felt the need to do grand gestures to show his love, and you never expected him to either. You have never felt more loved than the time you spent with Marco.

It would come as a surprise when a knock sounds on your door, and you open it to reveal a bashful Marco holding a humble bunch of hand-picked flowers.

His face would be bright red as he asks for your hand, inviting you out to the deck. You’d follow in confusion, even more so when he tells you to hop onto his back.

He’d spread his wings of blue flames and take you to the skies, laughing when you yelp in shock and tighten your grip around his neck, eyes firmly shut

He’d urge you to open your eyes, and you’d gasp in wonder at the sight of the bright stars all around you.

You’d relax and enjoy the wind on your face, occasionally giving him a peck on the cheek from your perch on his back.

Fear would not find you for the rest of the flight, despite the terrifying height.

You were with Marco, after all. He would never let you fall.

Franky

Franky is definitely a romantic and you bet he’d go all out for Valentine’s.

You’d be randomly visited by robot doves singing love songs. You’d find little love notes folded into hearts tucked in your drawers, slid underneath your door, and not-so-subtly slipped into your pockets.

The day would culminate in a romantic dinner on the upper deck of the Sunny.

He’d stand there with a suit (no pants, of course), the red bow tie matching his speedos and the massive bouquet of roses he’s holding out to you.

He’d grin, “Happy Valentine’s, Sugar.”

Before him would be a table for two, complete with a white tablecloth, candles, and a scatter of rose petals.

He’d pull out your chair, not forgetting to compliment your looks and outfit, of course.

He would've begged Sanji to make all of your favorite meals, bribing him with a new state-of-the-art lock for the fridge.

You two would share a toast with cola-filled wine glasses and spend the night just chatting and laughing together, and maybe shamelessly flirting too.

After dinner, he’d treat you to a spectacular fireworks show, and you’d wonder how he managed to make the pink sparks explode into heart patterns all over the night sky.

A sweet kiss would be the cherry on top following dessert, the sugary taste lingering as he’d drag you to some secret corner on the Sunny that only he knew about.  

Izou

Izou never so much as holds your hand in front of other people.

“It’s not very becoming of Wano men to show public displays of affection,” would be his usual excuse.

You never really minded. You’re plenty satisfied with the affection he showers you with whenever the two of you are alone.

But on Valentine’s Day, as the Whitebeard Pirates party the night away at a crowded bar, Izou would suddenly grasp your hips and pull you into his lap, his hand possessively resting against your thigh.

You’d quirk an eyebrow at him, “I thought it wasn’t becoming of Wano men to show public displays of affection.”

“Well, I’m a pirate now. I can do whatever I want.”

You’d laugh, knowing him well enough to figure out that he just wanted the other men at the bar to back off, in case they get ideas of wooing you during this Day of Love.

After a while, you’d drag him away from the bar, eagerly leading him to the shore where you can take a leisurely stroll beneath the moon.

Moonlit walks are among Izou's favorite things to do, and he had started taking you with him when you two became a couple.

You love how the moon illuminates his face and reflects off his hair. You love how serene and romantic these quiet walks with Izou are

But most of all, you love how it would be just the two of you out there on the shore, and you know that Izou’s hands and lips are always the most free when no one is watching.

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Snow Fall (Alpha!Izo x Omega!Reader)

18+ MDNI on Ao3

Part 2

Summary: Izo’s search for his mate had ended before it had begun. He'd never been able to tolerate the scent of any Omega, finding their floral scents all far too strong. Until he meets you, a baker originally from Wano who sells desserts on a tiny winter island...

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Yes. I know. Another one. But also.....it's fun for me! I just love Izo, OK? Not NSFW in this chapter.

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Izo’s search for his mate had ended before it had begun. By the time Izo had reached puberty and presented as an Alpha, he’d found the scent of every Omega he’d encountered to be overwhelming and unpleasant. In theory, he was supposed to be attracted to the floral scents that the Omegas threw off but in reality they singed his nose and gave him a headache. He hadn’t had much chance to explore his options in Wano, quickly becoming a retainer for Oden and spending his time with the Shogun. But as he sailed the seas with Whitebeard, he came across hundreds if not thousands of Omegas across the Grand Line and all of them smelled absolutely wretched to Izo. 

Time and time again his brothers had urged him to find an omega to settle himself with, even going so far as to bring a few on board and leaving them in his room as a “surprise.” No matter how beautiful or kind they were, Izo couldn’t overcome his aversion to their strong saccharine smells, politely removing them from his cabin before opening all the windows. He’d admonish his brothers for wasting everyone’s time, but his brothers wanted to see him happily mated and hadn’t given up their quest yet. They didn’t understand - the Alphas among them loved the scents and the Betas couldn’t smell it as strongly. His brothers thought he was being too picky but the truth was he couldn’t bear to be in the same room as a flowering Omega. Izo had accepted the fact that he would likely remain unmated through his life. Sure, he could (and did) bed betas at nearly every island - but finding a mate seemed an impossible task.

The Moby was docked at an autumn island in its winter season, they’d been there for about a day, restocking what they could from the available resources. . The Commanders were bitching about the cold weather as they walked while huddling together on the icy sidewalks of the small settlement on the island.

Izo didn’t mind the cold, if anything he preferred it, and not just because he was from a snowy village himself. In the cold, the rancid and overpowering smells of Omegas were more muted than on warm summer islands. Once they were mated, the Omega stench was less pronounced but even then he could hardly bear it. Summer islands brought dresses, shorts, and exposed skin that all but coated the air with their smells, much to his chagrin. No, he liked the snow on the ground, the cold wind on his face, and the long sleeves and pants covering all the Omegas on the island.

Ignoring his fellow Commanders as they moaned about their frozen fingers, Izo focused on the crunch of his boots in the snow and the sharp sting of the frigid air as he inhaled. There was a local bakery on the island and rumors were that they served authentic Wano desserts. Along with overpowerful smells, Izo also disliked oppressively sweet tastes. He would never say anything for fear of hurting the Chef’s feelings, but Izo hadn’t enjoyed a dessert since he’d left Wano with Oden. He didn’t want to get his hopes up for the bakery - he had come to realize over the years that “authentic Wano desserts” usually meant “Wano inspired desserts.” But the locals working the docks said that the baker was actually from Wano, barely speaking Common. 

A tinny bell ringing signaled their entrance to the small, cosy establishment. There were only two small tables with six old chairs inside, most of the meager space dedicated to the wares being sold. It was worn down but clean, the kind of place that opened at 5 to serve food to hungry dock workers. As he moved towards the displays, Izo detected something in the air that had him inhaling deep breaths through his nose, searching for more. There was the smell of snow falling on a moon lit winter’s night - a subtle smell that he’d long forgotten in the murky depths of his childhood memory. The smell was too weak and fleeting, he wasn’t able to track down the smell as he entered further into the shop. His nose was flooded with the smells of sugar, cream and other sickly sweet pastries he would likely gag if he tried.

Undeterred, Izo glanced at the offerings of the bakery to determine if there really was Wanese food for sale. Izo’s eyes widened slightly as he saw an entire case of Wano desserts sandwiched between the usual island sweet breads and cakes that the island workers likely favored. Approaching the refrigerated case, he raised his eyebrows as he saw noshiumi and nanbu senbei on the top shelf , the latter of which were his favorite treat as a child, when his family still had money to spare. 

“Are you going to stare all day or are we gonna order?” asked Thatch, already unbuttoning his wool double breasted coat and placing it on a coat rack by the door. Izou had been trailed by some of his favorite brothers - Thatch, Marco, and Ace - to the homey establishment. 

“Yeah, you’re practically salivating at the sight of those desserts yoi” Marco teased. Izo was often told that he was expressionless and difficult to decipher, but his brothers had no difficulty understanding his feelings. Izo rolled his eyes - after so many years living and sailing together, his brothers could read him like a book. 

“Yes, yes, don’t rush me,” Izo replied, flicking his long hair over his shoulder. Approaching the counter, he saw a lazy looking young Beta working the counter. She was staring at herself in the mirror, practicing her smile. Izou snapped his fingers in front of her face, bringing her attention away from her own reflection. Your face had a toad like appearance, large bulging eyes and thin limp hair that hung down in clumps by her face. 

“What do you want?” she asked, clearly unhappy to be taken away from her pastime. Izo wasn’t sure that practicing smiling in the mirror would help the Beta find a mate. As she spoke, Izou detected a slight smell of yeasty bread. It wasn’t wholly unpleasant but didn’t explain the light snow scent he detected upon entering the building. Alphas and omegas in food service often smelled more potent than the food they cooked. Izo had eaten many meals outdoors to avoid the stench. Though it was no one’s fault, sometimes he could hardly tell what he was eating in the presence of Alphas and Omegas.

“Who makes these desserts?” Izo demanded, pointing to the Wanese desserts in the case. The girl frowned and turned her head to the door leading to the kitchens.

“TASUKE! SOMEONE WANTS YOU,” the girl yelled, not bothering to fetch the woman herself. Izo raised an eyebrow at the name. It wasn’t completely unheard of but it certainly was not a popular name for females. A young woman with flour dusted up to your elbows and on your apron appeared in the doorway, wiping your hands on a kitchen towel. Your shoulders were tightly drawn inward as she came to the call of the rude woman, as if to make herself smaller. Upon seeing Izo in the doorway, your pinched face broke into a huge smile as she bowed to the Commander.

“Can help you?” she asked in a chipper tone, your Wanese accent strongly affecting your intonation. She had your hands clasped in front of your, patiently waiting for the Commander to speak.

“Tasuke doesn’t speak a lot of Common, just show your what you want and she’ll get it,” the girl said in a bored tone, already looking at herself in the mirror again.

“Good afternoon, Miss Tasuke. Would you please tell me about these desserts in the window?” Izo asked in Wanese. It had been years since he’d spoken Wanese aloud but he relished the opportunity.

“Good afternoon, Commander Izo. Of course, it would be my pleasure. Which are you interested in?” replied the young lady, already moving gracefully towards the shelving. Your Wanese was also accented, showing that she was originally from Northern Wano, like himself. 

“May I sample the noshiumi and nanbu senbei please Miss Tasuke? It has been so long since I have been able to enjoy such delights,” Izou replied with a small smile. He didn’t need to use his observation Haki or even turn around to know that his brothers were paying rapt attention to the exchange. They weren’t chatting with one another and Ace wasn’t complaining, he could practically feel holes being bored into his back from Marco’s intense stare.

“Thank you, Commander Izo! I hope they are up to your standard. Please, sit down, and I will bring them to you,” Tasuke said with a small bow, walking quickly into the cafe portion of the building. She was shorter than Izo expected, the top of your head reaching only to his chest.  He complied with your request, sitting at the remaining empty chair by his brothers. Watching the woman work quickly, he noted that the other woman didn’t move a muscle, not even bothering to get out of Tasuke’s way when she was carrying multiple plates. 

“Commander Izo, here are the desserts you requested as well as a few more. I wish I had known you were coming, I would have made something more befitting someone of your position,” the young woman lamented, placing several dishes stacked high with treats in front of him and the other Commanders. Your hands were shaking slightly and your face was flushed as she served the table of men. “Would you care for something to drink? I do keep some barley tea if you wish for me to brew it, but we also have regular tea, coffee, whatever you would like, Sir,” Tasuke asked, rambling on in your nervousness, gripping your serving tray tightly between your fingers as she held it flush against your stomach. Curiously, he couldn’t detect any scent from your, regardless of what your dynamic was. Though, working in a kitchen could dull your natural scent.

Smiling at you once more to try and alleviate your tension, Izou replied “Barley tea would be wonderful for me, thank you. The others will be satisfied with coffee.” You bowed again and turned to begin brewing the tea.

“By the way, how did you know who I was?” Izo asked before you left. He had a hunch but he wanted to hear it from your pretty mouth. you blushed deeply, which Izo found endearing.

“ I read and keep all your wanted posters. You are the only person I see from Wano on them and I felt a kind of…connection to you? It can be lonely not speaking the same language as everyone else and I…I just…I don’t know. I feel foolish for saying all this to you, Sir, I apologize” you finished with a small bow. You practically ran away thereafter, leaving Izo sitting with the corner of his mouth upturned.

“Whoa,” Ace said, with his mouth hanging open, reaching for the plate in front of Izo. Izo smacked Ace’s hand with his chopsticks as Ace tried to grab one of his dorayaki, wanting to keep the special treat all for himself.

“Whoa indeed. You practically proposed to that girl,” Thatch said, resting his head on his hand as he leaned on the small table

“What are you yammering on about now?” Izo scowled, admiring the nishiumi in his chopsticks. It was perfectly proportioned and formed, he couldn’t wait to taste it.

“You smiled at that lady. Extended smiles, too. You might as well tell Pops you’ve found The One,” Thatch teased, biting into an anko mochi. Chewing and swallowing thoughtfully, the Chef looked into the interior of the tiny dessert, rolling it between his fingers. “ ‘S good. Like, really good. I should ask for the recipe,” he mused, finishing it off in another bite. 

“Won’t be as good yoi. She’s from Wano, didn’t you hear them speaking together? Who knows what they were talking about,” Marco observed, biting into a mochi of his own. Knowing Marco as long as he had, Izou knew the Phoenix was teasing him as well in his own dry way. Sometimes it was pleasant having hundreds of siblings, and sometimes…less so.

Bringing the nishiumo to his mouth, Izo took a small bite. He closed his eyes as he was transported in thought back to his childhood, back to Ringo, back to the endless snowy nights under moonlit skies, back to a treat after dance class, back to the moon shining down on pure, glittery snow, back to Wano. The dessert tasted just as he remembered it, perhaps even better after all the years of longing for its flavor on his tongue.

By the time you had come back bearing the tea and three coffees, nearly all the desserts were gone, leaving only empty plates stacked high. Ace and his voracious appetite were partially to blame, but the other three Commanders had indulged just as much. They’d left at least one of each type of dessert for Izou but had rave reviews for all the sampled items.

You unburdened your serving tray by handing the other Commanders their coffees first, walking around the table and picking up the empty plates and placing them on your tray. As you worked, you spoke to Izou.

“I hope it is ok that I am speaking only to you, Commander Izo. I mean no offense to the other Commanders, I don’t speak much Common and would not be able to communicate all that well with them. Besides, I haven’t met anyone else from Wano since I left. It feels…pleasant to be speaking to someone who can understand me once more,” Tasuke finished, reaching past him to place his tea on the table.

As your arm moved by, Izo smelled snow fall once again. It was faint, but emanating from the woman at his side. Grabbing your arm suddenly in his large hand, Izo brought your wrist to his nose and inhaled deeply. Tasuke startled, dropping your tray plates, and tried to retract your arm. Izo couldn’t let go, not when the smell was so enticing. He dragged his nose from your wrist to your elbow, taking in the subtle scent of the omega in front of him. 

“TASUKE! PICK UP THOSE PLATES OR I’M GONNA TELL WIDO!” the other girl yelled from across the room. Izo felt you wince as the name was mentioned, he’d have to investigate further. Izo noted that the girl didn’t bother to help you or stop him from scenting you, just commanded you to continue working. 

“Izo, what the hell?” asked Thatch, watching the scene unfold. He wasn’t moving to help the woman escape Izo’s grasp, but Izo knew his actions were…out of character. His brothers looked from one to the other with concern but allowed him to continue his scenting.

Izo couldn’t stop himself from enjoying the smell of snow falling on pine trees…The smell of snow falling under the moonlight…a meter of snow already stacked high on the ground…walking on snow packed hard from others who already have used the path…his hand in his sister’s, shivering in the cold of the winter…

“Please, Commander, I apologize for my misdeeds! Please forgive me for what I’ve done!” Izo belatedly realized the woman was trying to pull your arm away and apologizing while he’d been lost in his memories. Turning your delicate arm over in his hand, he saw a number of finger shaped bruises lining your inner arm. He didn’t let you go but he did avert his face from your arm and looked into your frantic face.

“You are an Omega, yes?” Izo asked the scared baker.

“I-I’m not sure, Commander Izo. I was supposed to be, but I never developed a scent,” Tasuke explained, still weakly trying to remove your wrist from Izo’s grip.

“You have the most intoxicating scent I’ve ever smelled on an Omega. Are you mated?” Izo knew he would likely embarrass the young woman but he had to know. Your cheeks heated red as you averted your gaze. He heard his brothers pick up an awkward conversation to pretend they weren’t trying to listen in, perhaps to give you some emotional space. 

“No, I’m not mated. I, um, I’m not allowed to be. Please, I apologize for what I’ve done, please allow me to clean this mess,” you pleaded, still trying to remove your arm from Izou’s grasp. Reluctantly, he let go and you immediately bowed deeply to him, practically parallel to the floor. You then took your tray and started cleaning up the plates that had clattered to the floor from earlier.

“ What do you mean you’re not allowed to be mated?” Izo asked, crouching on the floor next to you to pick up the dishes off the floor. You tried picking them up before he could, preventing him from aiding even though he’d caused the spill. You still wouldn’t look at him, instead focusing on cleaning the crumbs off the floor. 

“Please, Commander, sit, I don’t want you to sully your fine clothing. I, um, the family who I work for says that my debt is not paid off and that I can’t be mated until it is. Besides, no one has ever expressed interest, so…” you trailed off, tucking your hair behind your ear. Izo turned your face to his own with a gentle hand.

“I will speak to your family,” Izo declared, pushing off his knees to standing. Offering you a hand, you gently placed your calloused hand in his softer one as Izo pulled you to standing.

“ Please, don’t. I -” you started but Izo already knew the rest of the sentence as your scent turned sour from fear. You were afraid of reprisal from your adopted family, most likely from your eldest “brother.” 

“ You have nothing to fear. No harm will come to you. Can you trust me?” Izo asked, placing his fingertips under your chin and lifting your face. You looked up at him with your doe eyes and Izo knew in that instant you’d be coming with him on the ship. He’d been wavering on it since he smelled your scent but the fear in your eyes and the bruises on your arms told a story of their own.

“ I trust you, Commander Izo.” You hadn’t tried to scent him but he wondered if his presence was as calming to you as yours was to his. You picked up your tray and scurried to the back to begin working again.

“Who is it? I’m guessing whoever Wido is” Marco asked quietly. 

“Wido, likely the whole family. I’m not sure exactly what the situation is but it’s nothing good,” Izo commented, finally able to take a sip of the barley tea. He closed his eyes to enjoy the long forgotten taste on his tongue, the simple drink bringing his taste buds to life. “Let me finish the tea first then we’ll investigate,” Izo requested, taking another sip. 

A crash and a voice hissing in the back kitchen told him that wasn’t going to be the case. Izo exchanged a brief glance with Marco before standing so quickly he toppled his chair.

“You stupid bitch! You dropped all those plates? You’d better hope those pirates don’t dine and dash or it’s being added to your debt,” Izo heard the man whisper-yell. Already in motion, Izo had his gun in his hand as he passed through the half curtains into the kitchen. You were cowering from an ugly man, pig nosed just like his sister. He had your upper arms in his tight grip, bruising you even further. He was in the process of shaking you, your hair loose around your face where it had fallen from its style, your cheeks already stained with tears. Izo cocked his gun and pointed it at the man.

“Let go,” was all Izo had the ability to say through his anger. He wanted to shred the man with his bare hands but that would ruin his manicure. Wido let go of you, his arms lifting into the air in the universal image of surrender. 

“ Come here Tasuke,” he called to you in a soft voice. Looking first at Wido, who hadn’t moved since Izo had come into the kitchen, you looked at his gun pointed at your adopted “brother.”

“Come little Omega, I won’t hurt you,” he continued to coo at you as you tentatively came to his side. He put his arm around your shoulders, wrapping you in the scent and comfort of his winter kimono. 

“She’s leaving. For good,” Izo informed the paling man.

“B-but we need her, she’s -” Wido stammered. You gasped as Izo fired a warning shot, grazing the man’s ear. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground as if Izo had shot him in the stomach.

"Get up," Izo sneered to the crying man. He had no patience for those who would inflict violence on others but were weak to the smallest injury themselves.

“Let’s go,” Izo told the shaking Omega. He’d explain everything to Pops, he wasn’t worried about your reception. You could easily join Thatch’s division with your obvious talent in baking. He’d be there to help you every step of the way, basking in your scent all the while.

“Don’t know why you’d want the scentless bitch anyway, useless trash,” Izo heard Wido mutter under his breath as you left the kitchens. Marco frowned and stood up as Thatch finished off the rest of his tea and did the same, cracking his knuckles. He made eye contact with Ace and smiled. Ace’s eyes lit up with glee as his hands crackled with fire, the implication between them clear. 

“Have fun, Ace," Izo said, herding the Omega out of the shop. 

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I was wondering if you can you please write a one shot of Izo x reader where the reader is the daughter of Kozuki Oden and Toki. After the death of her parents, Izo decides to protect her at all costs, even willing to give his life for her. He becomes extremely protective, not allowing any of Whitebeard’s other commanders to approach her.

During Marineford, she is determined to fight for Ace, but Izo refuses to let her join the battle, insisting that she stay on the ship. His only goal is to protect her, which leads to tension between them. After Marineford, they end up having a heated argument because she feels frustrated that he wouldn’t let her fight.

As days goes on, Izo realizes he has fallen in love with her, but he struggles with his feelings. He knows that he can’t love her because she’s the daughter of oden and he had a huge respect for him, he promised he would protect her. Later, Izo will not be able to confess his love to him because the day he decides to finally express his feelings, he dies. It’s Marco who will tell her.

Let's Meet in Our Next Life

BIG WANO ARC AND MARINEFORD SPOILERS!!!!

izo x oden's daughter!reader

a/n: okay to not make it weird that he falls for a child I made a quick calculation of each one’s age. Izo is around 25 when Oden dies. Oden is 39 and Toki around 36, I think. I’ll make Oden and Toki have a child at a young age so that reader is at least 18 when they die. Hope you don’t mind this but it’s to not make it uncomfortable. + I cried so much when he died in the anime and writing this I cried all over again, so thank you anon o(TヘTo)

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tags: angst, angst, angst, marineford and wano arc BIG spoilers, death

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The flames of Oden Castle still burn brightly in your memory. It was a night that changed everything.

You can still hear your father’s final words echo in your mind, his brave smile as he faced the fires of his execution. His eyes locked with yours for the briefest of moments, his gaze full of love, trust, and something else you couldn’t quite place then.

And then, your mother Toki was gone too, torn from this world too early, her life snuffed out with a quiet grace that almost made it harder to bear. Her final message, sent through time, had been your hope but now, with the two people you loved most taken from you, that hope feels like a cruel joke.

How did you get here?

How did you end up so far from Wano?

How did you end up on the Moby Dick?

It was a blur in the days following Oden and Toki’s deaths. The anger, the grief, the burning desire for revenge… Everything was overwhelming. You’d always thought you’d find a way to live up to their legacy, but after everything that happened, after witnessing the cruelty of Kaido and Orochi, you felt hollow. Empty.

And you ran.

You didn’t want to be trapped in Wano, a place that held too many painful memories. You couldn’t bear to live in a world where your father and mother were gone, and yet you were still breathing. So you ran, slipping away in the dead of night, boarding a ship that could take you anywhere.

It was then that somehow Izo found you, maybe destiny brought you here.

He had always been a protector, someone who stood by Oden’s side through thick and thin, a loyal member of the Whitebeard Pirates, and a man you always admired from afar. He found you when you were most vulnerable, clinging to the edge of a world you no longer understood.

“I won’t let you face this alone” Izou had said softly when he found you at a quiet port. His words were steady, like the calm before a storm, and for the first time in days, you allowed yourself to let someone else take care of you.

You didn’t protest when he insisted you come aboard Whitebeard’s ship. Despite the nagging feeling that you didn’t belong there, you couldn’t find the strength to argue.

Now, as you stand on the deck of the Moby Dick, Izo is at your side, watching the ocean with that stoic expression of his.

It has been two years since you first joined the Whitebeard Pirates. You’re not the carefree girl who once dreamed of a life beside your parents in Wano anymore. No, now you’re someone who wears the grief of your loss like a heavy cloak, and every day is a struggle to push forward. You don’t even know where your siblings are. But you aren’t alone anymore. Izo is always there, a constant presence by your side, his gaze always watchful, his protective instincts sharper than ever.

“You’re quiet today” Izou says, breaking the silence. He doesn’t look at you, but his voice is soft, as though he already knows exactly how you’re feeling.

You nod, staring at the horizon “Just thinking.”

“You miss them”

The words are simple, yet they hit you like a stone in the chest. You swallow, trying to hide the tightness in your throat “Yeah.”

Izou’s eyes shift toward you then, his gaze full of understanding, but also something deeper. He knows the pain you carry because he carried it too. The weight of Oden’s death, the constant reminder that the world took away two of the most important people in your life.

“I made a promise to myself… to Oden…” he says quietly, his voice lower than usual “I promised him I would protect you. I’m sure he knows.”

You flinch, not from anger, but from the reminder of what that promise means.

“You’re not my father, Izou...” you murmur “You don’t need to protect me.”

Izo doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t break eye contact “I'm not. But I swore to him that I would. And I intend to keep that promise.”

“You promised it to the void, so don’t worry too much about breaking that promise”

The silence between you both is thick, the tension palpable. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the weight of Oden’s death hanging in the air, pressing down on both of you.

Days pass as you sail with the Whitebeard Pirates. The Moby Dick rocks gently against the waves, the only sound being the soft murmur of the sea and the occasional command from one of the commanders. But you, you are lost in your thoughts, struggling to shake the constant weight of the unknown that gnaws at your mind.

You haven’t heard anything about your siblings since you left Wano.

You try not to dwell on it. You’ve heard whispers among the crew about the situation in Wano, but no one speaks of it openly, and you certainly don’t have the strength to ask. Your thoughts are a storm of confusion, what happened to your little brother and sister? Are they alive? Did they manage to survive the chaos, the destruction, or has Wano swallowed them up like it swallowed so much of your family?

“What’s on your mind?”

You look up to find Izo standing there, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you with that same concerned expression he always wears.

“Nothing...” you reply quickly, trying to mask the weight of your worry with a forced smile.

Izo doesn’t buy it, of course. His eyes narrow, studying you for a long moment. He can always tell when something is bothering you, but he never presses you too hard.

“Are you thinking about them again?” he asks, his voice softer now.

You stiffen slightly “My brother, and my sister... I… I don’t know where they are” The words come out more quietly than you intended, a sigh slipping from your lips as you look out at the endless ocean “I don’t know what happened to them, if they’re okay, if they’re still alive…”

Izo stays silent, his gaze never leaving you. You can feel the weight of his gaze, but it’s not judgmental. It’s full of something you can’t place.

“They’re strong,” he says after a long pause “They have your parents' blood in them. They’ll be okay.”

You nod, but even as you do, a part of you can’t shake the fear that gnaws at your insides.

Izo turns to walk away, but then he hesitates and glances back at you “Don’t lose hope,” he adds, his voice low, almost a whisper “You’re not alone.”

Izo has always been protective about you, even when it's about the crew, but lately something is always off. There’s an air of exaggerating protectiveness around you, one that feels suffocating at times. Izo doesn’t allow any of Whitebeard’s commanders to approach you without his permission.

Of course you’ve spent time with the crew before, you’ve sparred with some of them, shared meals, even laughed around the fire. But lately, Izo’s presence around you is constant, always shadowing your every move, always keeping the others at a distance.

You notice it with Ace.

The man is friendly, charismatic, and without a doubt, one of the most powerful members of the crew. You’ve seen the way he interacts with the everyone, always a smile on his face, always laughing, always reaching out to others with a sense of warmth that draws people in.

But when Ace approaches you one evening on the deck, Izo steps in immediately, blocking his path with his usual calm intensity.

“Not now,” Izo says firmly, his voice low “She’s not in the mood for company.”

Ace raises an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard by Izo’s bluntness “You don’t get to decide that for her...” His voice holds a hint of annoyance, but there’s no anger behind it, just confusion.

But Izo doesn’t budge “I’m just doing my job.”

“Seriously, Izo?” you ask, stepping forward, your voice sharp “What’s the problem? I can talk to Ace, can’t I?”

Izo’s gaze softens, but his resolve doesn’t change “Not today.”

You can feel the tension building between the two men, but before it can escalate, Ace holds up his hands in mock surrender.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Ace says with a smirk, clearly not wanting to cause a scene “I’ll back off. But I’ll see you around, alright?” His eyes meet yours, and despite Izo’s heavy presence, there’s a warmth there that comforts you.

“I’ll catch you later” you reply quietly.

As Ace walks away, Izo’s shoulders relax, but you can feel the unease in the air, a palpable sense of possessiveness.

“Why can’t I talk to Ace?” you ask, voice edged with frustration “He's my best friend. You’re treating me like some fragile thing.”

Izo doesn’t meet your eyes. He’s silent for a moment, and you can almost hear the weight of his thoughts.

“It’s not that,” he says at last, his voice quieter now, as if he’s been waiting to say this “It’s just… it’s not safe for you. Not yet. You’ve been through too much already. You need time to heal.”

“But I’m not fragile!” you snap “I’m not a child, Izo!”

He looks at you then, his expression softening for just a moment “I know you’re not, but… ugh, nevermind. Do as you want."

"Oh well, thank you..." you say sarcastically before leaving.

Izo’s protectiveness only grows worse as the weeks pass. You begin to notice it more, how he always stands near you during meals, how his sharp gaze follows every move you make, how he subtly steers you away from certain conversations. You try to ignore it at first, brushing it off as his way of fulfilling the promise he made to your father, but as time goes on, it starts to feel suffocating.

And you hate it.

Even the other commanders have started to notice. Marco gives Izo amused looks but doesn’t question him outright. Vista jokes about it once, only to receive a sharp glare from Izo that immediately shuts him up. The younger division members don’t even bother trying to talk to you anymore, afraid of drawing Izo’s ire.

But Ace? Ace is different.

Somehow, despite Izo’s best efforts, Ace always finds a way to get to you.

“You’re really pushing it,” you murmur to him one evening as the two of you sit on the edge of the deck, legs dangling over the side. The ocean stretches endlessly before you, the moonlight reflecting off the waves. It’s one of the rare moments of peace you get, away from Izo’s watchful eyes.

Ace grins, completely unbothered “What can I say? I like a challenge.”

You roll your eyes “You do realize Izo might actually kill you one of these days, right?”

Ace leans back on his hands, tilting his head toward the sky “Nah, he wouldn’t. He’d probably just shoot me a few times and call it a day.”

You can’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you like me anyway” he teases, nudging your shoulder.

You shove him lightly “I tolerate you.”

Ace throws his head back and laughs, a full, genuine sound that makes your chest feel lighter. You don’t realize how tense you’ve been until now, sitting here with him, sharing quiet moments that remind you of what it feels like to just exist without the weight of your past dragging you down.

“Izo’s not gonna stop, you know” Ace says after a while, his tone more serious now.

You sigh, staring down at the water “I know.”

“And you’re just gonna let him keep treating you like a kid?”

You don’t answer immediately. It’s not that simple. You know Izo isn’t doing this to control you, he truly believes he’s protecting you. But it doesn’t change the fact that you feel suffocated, like you’re being forced to live in the shadow of a past you can never escape.

“I don’t know what to do” you admit, voice barely above a whisper.

Ace doesn’t say anything at first. Then, after a moment, he leans forward, resting his arms on his knees “Why don't you just tell him you like him back, maybe he'll stop.”

You laugh it off right away, it's not the first time Ace says something like this "Oh you need to shut up"

The confrontation with Izo happens sooner than you expect.

You’re in the middle of a training session when it happens, sparring with one of the crew members. You feel alive in these moments, like you’re finally doing something, like you’re in control.

Then, just as you’re about to land a strike, a gunshot echoes through the air.

The fight halts instantly. Your opponent stumbles back, wide-eyed, as you turn sharply toward the source of the shot.

Izo stands a few feet away, his pistol still raised, smoke curling from the barrel. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes are hard, sharp like daggers.

“Enough” he says coldly.

Your grip tightens around your sword “What the fuck, Izo?”

“You shouldn’t be fighting.”

Your chest burns with frustration “It’s training. What is your problem?”

Izo’s jaw clenches “My problem is that you’re putting yourself in danger.”

You throw your hands up “I live on a pirate ship! Danger is everywhere! You can’t just keep me locked away forever!”

Izo steps forward, his voice dangerously low “I can keep you safe.”

You stare at him, breathing heavily “You’re not keeping me safe. You’re keeping me from living.”

The words hit him harder than you expect. His eyes widen just a fraction, his shoulders tensing. For the first time, he looks uncertain.

“You promised to protect me, I get that” you continue, your voice shaking “But this isn’t protection, Izou. It’s control. And I won’t live like this.”

Silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating. The crew watches quietly, no one daring to interfere.

Then, without another word, you turn and walk away.

Izou doesn’t stop you.

The moment the news reaches the Moby Dick, your blood runs cold.

Ace has been captured.

Ace, your best friend, the one who made you laugh when you thought you’d never smile again, is going to be executed.

You barely hear the murmurs of the crew as Whitebeard’s commanders gather, strategizing, preparing for the inevitable war that is about to unfold. Your mind is clouded with a single thought.

I have to save him.

But Izo… Izou won’t let you.

“You’re not coming” he says firmly, blocking your way as you try to step onto the deck where the others are preparing for battle.

Your hands curl into fists “Izou, move.”

“No.” His voice is sharp, unyielding, and his dark eyes burn with an intensity that makes your breath hitch “This isn’t up for debate.”

Your frustration boils over “Ace is my best friend! I have to fight!”

Izo’s jaw clenches, his hands tightening at his sides “My job is to protect you.”

Your chest tightens “And what about Ace? He protected me! He was there when I needed someone! Now he needs us, and you want me to just sit here and do nothing?”

Izo exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to compose himself “This isn’t about Ace. It’s about you. Do you understand what kind of battlefield Marineford is going to be? This isn’t a fight you can win.”

Your teeth grit in frustration “I don’t care! I couldn't even try save my parents. I’d rather die fighting for him than sit here while he—”

“Enough!”

The sheer force of Izou’s voice startles you into silence. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something raw in his eyes, something deeper than anger.

You take a shaky breath, trying to steady your voice “Izo, please…”

His gaze softens just a fraction, but his resolve doesn’t waver “I promised Oden I’d keep you safe,” he says, voice quieter now “And I won’t break that promise. Not even for you.”

Tears of frustration prick at your eyes “My dad wouldn’t want me to hide while the people I love are in danger! Fuck you Izou...”

Izo looks away, his lips pressed into a thin line “You’re staying on this ship. That’s final.”

Then, before you can argue, he turns and walks away.

Leaving you behind.

You feel the ship shake beneath you as the battle unfolds. You can hear the sounds of war... gunfire, the clash of swords, the screams of the fallen. And you’re not there.

Your grip on the ship’s railing tightens until your knuckles turn white. Every fiber of your being is screaming at you to move, to run, to find a way to Ace.

Izo had locked you in one of the lower decks before leaving with the others. But he should’ve known better. You always find a way.

With a stolen blade and sheer determination, you manage to break out, slipping through the chaos that has consumed Marineford. The moment your feet hit the battlefield, you’re running, dodging Marines, cutting down anyone who stands in your way.

Your only goal is Ace.

But before you can reach him, a familiar figure steps into your path.

Izou.

His clothes are stained with blood, his face streaked with dirt and sweat. But his eyes hold the same unwavering determination as before.

“You shouldn’t be here” he says through gritted teeth, his pistol still raised from the last enemy he shot down.

You shake your head, refusing to back down “I have to be here.”

Izo’s grip on his pistol tightens, his breath unsteady “Damn it, why don’t you listen?”

“Izo—”

Before you can say another word, an explosion rocks the battlefield, sending both of you stumbling. You barely have time to recover before a group of Marines rushes toward you.

Izo moves on instinct.

He steps in front of you, firing shot after shot with deadly precision. His movements are quick, controlled, but you can see the exhaustion in his stance, the way his breath comes just a little too fast.

You don’t hesitate.

With your sword in hand, you fight alongside him, your strikes quick and brutal. The two of you move in sync, a deadly force cutting through the enemy lines. For a moment, just a moment, you think you might actually make it.

Then you hear Ace’s scream and your heart stops.

You whip around just in time to see it, the magma, the fatal strike, the way Ace’s body crumples as Akainu’s fist pierces through him.

Time seems to slow. The battle, the noise, everything else fades. All you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears, all you can feel is the sheer, all-consuming horror that grips your chest.

“Ace!”

You don’t remember moving. One second you’re standing beside Izo, the next you’re running toward Ace, desperate, reckless...

A hand grabs your wrist, yanking you back.

It’s Izo.

“Let me go!” You scream, struggling against his grip, but he won’t release you.

“You can’t save him!” Izo’s voice is hoarse, his fingers digging into your skin as he holds you back “You’ll die if you go any further!”

Tears blur your vision as you thrash against him “I don’t care! I can’t—Ace—please!”

But it’s too late.

Ace falls.

And you shatter.

The battle is lost. Ace is gone. Whitebeard is gone. The war ends, but the pain doesn’t.

You don’t remember much after Marineford. It’s all a haze of grief, of exhaustion, of emptiness. The crew mourns, but you? You feel like you’re drowning.

You avoid Izo. You can’t look at him without remembering how he held you back, how he stopped you from reaching Ace in his final moments.

But one night, as you sit alone on the deck, staring blankly at the sea, Izo approaches.

“You hate me” he says quietly.

You don’t answer.

He exhales a shaky breath “I never wanted to hurt you.”

Your hands tremble “Then why did you stop me?”

“Because I couldn’t lose you too.”

His voice cracks, and for the first time, you hear it, the raw pain, the guilt that’s been eating away at him.

Your chest tightens painfully, a lump forming in your throat as you turn to face him “Everyone I love ends up dying.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it cuts through the silence like a blade “First my parents. Maybe even my own sibilings. Now Ace. And someday, it’s going to be you too, isn’t it?”

Izou stiffens, his eyes widening slightly.

You swallow hard, tears welling up in your eyes “Please, Izo” you beg, voice breaking “Stop protecting me. Protect yourself instead.”

Something in Izo’s expression shatters. For the first time, you see the conflict in his eyes, the war between his promise to Oden and the feelings he refuses to acknowledge.

But still, he shakes his head.

“I can’t,” he whispers “I won’t.”

Tears spill down your cheeks, silent and unstoppable.

Izo reaches for you hesitantly, as if afraid you’ll push him away. But you don’t. You let him pull you into his arms, and for the first time since Marineford, you let yourself cry.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against your hair “I’m so sorry.”

And despite everything, despite the grief and the loss and the pain, you believe him.

You don’t know if you’ll ever forgive him.

But you don’t push him away.

Not this time.

Years Later

Time moves forward, but some wounds never fully heal.

You stay with the Whitebeard Pirates, but things are all different now. You’re different. The war took a part of you that you’ll never get back. The pain of losing Ace lingers, but you learn to live with it, even if it never fades.

And Izo?

He never stops protecting you.

Even after you’ve grown stronger, after you’ve proven yourself countless times, he still keeps a close eye on you. But there’s something different now, something unspoken, something heavy that lingers between you like a storm waiting to break.

At first, you don’t notice it, but Izo does. He notices the way his heart beats faster when you smile, the way his chest tightens whenever you’re in danger, the way he can never quite bring himself to leave your side.

He loves you, and it terrifies him. Because you’re Oden’s daughter, and he made a promise to protect you, not to love you. And yet, no matter how hard he tries to bury his feelings, they only grow stronger.

He watches you laugh with Marco and feels an unfamiliar pang in his chest. He catches you training late at night and has to resist the urge to pull you away, to tell you to stop pushing yourself so hard. Every time you meet his eyes, he wonders if you can see the war raging inside him, the love he knows he can never confess.

Because it wouldn’t be right.

Because he doesn’t deserve it.

Because if he tells you… he’s afraid he’ll never be able to let go.

So he keeps his distance. He hides behind duty, behind old promises.

And you never notice... or maybe you do, but you never push him to say what you already suspect.

Until the day he decides he can’t keep it in any longer.

The day he decides to tell you the truth.

The day he dies.

You always knew you would return to Wano one day, after years of running from the ghosts of your past, only to find yourself back where it all began.

Kaido and Orochi still rule Wano, and you know this is the last chance to take back the land your father died for. You owe it to him. To your mother. To your siblings, wherever they may be.

And Izo is right there with you.

Like he always is.

“You should stay out of this fight” Izo says, voice quiet.

You scoff, staring out at the battlefield below. The alliance is gathering, preparing for the final battle against Kaido “You still don’t get it, do you?”

He exhales sharply “I get it more than you think.”

You turn to face him “Then you should know that nothing you say will stop me.”

Izo watches you for a long moment. His gaze is unreadable, but there’s something in it that makes your chest tighten.

“You’ve changed” he murmurs.

You blink “So have you.”

He smiles faintly, but there’s something sad about it. As if he knows something you don’t.

He opens his mouth like he wants to say more but then Marco calls his name in the distance, cutting the moment short. Izo hesitates. Then, with one last look, he turns and walks away.

Stepping back onto Wano soil feels like walking into a dream, one that teeters on the edge of a nightmare. Everything is both familiar and foreign. The scent of the earth, the distant mountains, the cold wind that rushes through the trees.

The moment the samurai lay eyes on you, the battlefield seems to freeze. Murmurs spread through their ranks. They look at you like a ghost from the past, like a memory brought back to life. And you match the look on their faces.

Then, one of them steps forward.

“You…” Denjiro’s voice is thick with emotion “You’re alive. Your brother and sister will be so happy...”

You barely have time to react...They're alive. Before you can say anything you’re pulled into a crushing embrace.

It’s overwhelming, the flood of emotions, the weight of years apart. Kin’emon, Raizo, Kawamatsu, they all gather around, their expressions shifting from shock to quiet relief.

And then there’s Kiku.

At first, she doesn’t see him. Her gaze is locked on you, her lips parted in disbelief.

Then—“Izo?”

The sound of his name spoken in her voice makes something tighten in your chest.

Slowly, Kiku turns her head, her eyes landing on the man standing protectively beside you.

Izo doesn’t speak right away. He just stares, taking in the sight of his younger sibling after decades apart. His fingers twitch at his sides, as if unsure whether to reach out or hold back.

Then, finally—“Kiku.”

She moves before he can say another word.

The hug is immediate, fierce, and wordless. Izo stiffens for only a second before exhaling shakily and wrapping his arms around her.

You watch them, a soft, bittersweet smile tugging at your lips.

Then you realize the other samurai are staring at you.

“You and Izou-dono…” Raizo squints suspiciously “Are you…?”

Denjiro crosses his arms, nodding knowingly “I did wonder why you arrived together. It all makes sense now.”

Kin’emon clears his throat, visibly flustered “A-As Oden-sama’s daughter, I suppose it is natural that you would choose a strong samurai like Izo!”

Your eyes widen “What?”

“You don’t have to hide it!” Kawamatsu insists, nodding sagely “It is admirable that you have found love, even in times of war.”

Your face heats instantly “We’re not—!”

Izo sighs beside you, pinching the bridge of his nose “For the love of—no. It’s not like that.”

Kiku tilts her head, looking between the two of you “Oh? But you do seem… very close. And very cute together.”

Izo groans “That’s because—” He hesitates, glancing at you, then shakes his head “Never mind. Forget it.”

Your heart skips a beat.

For a second you think you see something flicker in his expression. Something hesitant. But before you can dwell on it, the war calls.

And you don’t realize it yet…

But this was one of the last moments you would ever have with him.

The flames of war consume Wano. Screams echo across the battlefield, swords clash, and blood stains the ground.

You push forward, cutting through enemy after enemy, heart pounding in your chest. There’s no time to rest, no time to hesitate. The only thing that matters is winning.

You glance around, searching for familiar faces. Your allies fight desperately, pushing toward victory. But one face is missing.

Izo.

You haven’t seen him in hours.

A sinking feeling settles in your gut.

And then a terrible thought strikes you.

You turn, sprinting through the battlefield, ignoring the shouts of your allies calling your name. Your heart beats faster with every step.

No.

Not him.

You run fast, avoiding everything and everyone else.

You find him lying in the rubble.

At first, you think this can’t be real, but then you see the blood.

The way his body lies still, his pistols fallen from his hands.

Your breath catches in your throat. Your vision blurs as you drop to your knees beside him.

“Izo…” Your voice trembles as you reach out, shaking his shoulder “Come on. Get up.”

Nothing.

Your hands shake. Your chest tightens.

You press your fingers to his neck searching, praying for a pulse.

But there’s nothing.

A choked sob escapes your lips “No… No, no, no, this isn’t happening—!”

You clutch his jacket, shaking him harder “Wake up, damn it! This isn’t funny!”

Silence.

The battlefield fades away. The war around you doesn’t matter anymore.

Because the one person who swore to protect you… is gone.

And you never got to tell him that you loved him too.

The war ends. Wano is free.

But it doesn’t feel like a victory anymore.

You sit beside Izo’s grave, staring at the freshly carved stone. Your fingers trace his name, but the letters feel foreign. Unreal.

Footsteps crunch behind you. Marco.

He sits beside you without a word. For a long time, neither of you speak.

Then, quietly, he says, “He talked to me about you a lot, you know.”

You swallow hard, keeping your eyes on the grave “What?”

Marco exhales, rubbing the back of his neck “He never said it outright, but… Izo loved you.” His voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it “He used to rant to me about how stubborn you were. How you never listened to him, how you always ran headfirst into danger.” A small chuckle escapes him, but there’s no humor in it “And every damn time, I’d tell him—‘That’s not frustration, Izo. You’re in love with her.’”

You keep your eyes closed, your heart aching.

“He used to say to me…” Marco continues, his voice more serious now, “‘I don’t deserve her. Her father would never forgive me. I promised to protect her, and that’s all I can do.’” Marco pauses “But the truth is, he was terrified.”

You finally look at Marco, your voice barely a whisper “Terrified of what?”

“Terrified of breaking his promise to himself, to Oden,” Marco says, his tone soft “Terrified that if he told you how he really felt, it would dishonor that promise and the relationship he had with your family.” He swallows “But it’s also the reason he never told you—he didn’t want to make you think that you needed him to protect you. That’s why he always kept his distance in that sense.”

You stare at the grave, your throat tight. His words settle over you like a blanket of sorrow, suffocating and gentle at the same time.

You’d always known. But hearing it out loud makes it all too real.

And then Marco pulls something from his coat.

It’s a letter, crumpled, stained with blood, and clearly worn from being carried around.

You blink at it, confused.

“This was his,” Marco says quietly “Before the final battle… he wrote it. He wanted to give it to you if… if he didn’t make it out.”

Your fingers tremble as you take the letter, unfolding it carefully. You don’t know if you’re ready to read it, but you can’t stop yourself.

You need to know what he couldn’t say.

To the one I swore to protect,

I don’t know if I’ll survive this battle. If you’re reading this, then I didn’t. And I need you to know…

I never regretted a single moment of my life spent protecting you. From the first time I swore to keep you safe, I meant it. I meant it when I promised I would never let anything happen to you.

And maybe that’s why I never told you how I truly felt. I couldn’t. You deserved better. You deserved someone who didn’t carry the burden of a promise like that.

But I loved you. I loved you for so long, I didn’t even realize it until it felt too late.

And even now, as I write this, I wonder if you’ll ever understand. If you’ll ever forgive me for not being brave enough to admit it to you while I had the chance.

I know your heart is heavy. I know the weight of loss, of grief. I know you know this feeling way too well. But I want you to be happy, y/n. I want you to live for the people who love you and that can still be at your side, your samurai family, your siblings, Kiku, the rest of the Whitebeards, Marco, all of them. I want you to be surrounded by the ones who can make you smile, make you feel whole again.

Please, I beg of you… don’t let my absence keep you from living your life. You deserve to find your own happiness, in whatever form it takes. I’ll be watching over you, and I’ll be content knowing that you lived a life full of love, even if it wasn’t with me. I know Ace will never stop teasing me, I’m already annoyed but I’ll hug him for you. I’ll hug Oden and Toki for you. I’ll let them all know how much you love them, even though I’m sure they already know.

I’m sorry I couldn’t promise you to protect myself instead of protecting you, but you’re way too precious to me to put myself first. Maybe it’s even selfish of me, but I’d do it over 100 times.

But you have to promise me something, y/n.

Live. Live for yourself. Live for those who care about you. And, if you ever find someone who can love you like I do—don’t hesitate. Let them love you. You deserve to love and be loved.

Goodbye, my precious y/n. I know I’ll always be with you, even if you can’t see me.

I really hope we can meet again in our next life, maybe a life where we can finally be happy together.

I love you.

Izo.

You finish reading the letter, your heart aching with each word. The weight of it presses down on your chest, suffocating you.

Marco watches you quietly, letting you absorb the letter in silence. After a long moment, he speaks again, his voice soft but firm.

“He cared about you more than he ever let anyone know,” Marco says “He just wanted you to be happy. And if he had survived, I think he would have spent the rest of his life trying to show you how much you meant to him.”

You hold the letter tightly, pressing it to your chest as if you can feel Izo’s presence there with you, sobbing in your tears.

“I kinda knew about all of this,” you whisper “But at the same time I think I should’ve realized sooner, or do something about it.”

Marco gives you a small, understanding nod “He was a man of honor. His love was quiet, but it was constant. It never wavered, even when he tried to bury it.”

You sit in silence, letting your tears fall while your mind still spinning with everything you’ve just learned. But somewhere, deep down, you know Marco is right. Izo’s love was never something that needed to be spoken aloud for you to feel it. It was in every act of protection, every word he’d said in passing.

And even now, after everything, you know he’d want you to live for yourself, to find happiness.

You gently fold the letter, tucking it into your jacket.

“I’ll live for you, Izo,” you whisper “I’ll live for the both of us.”

The wind picks up, carrying the sound of your voice away.

And you promise yourself you’ll carry his memory with you, but you won’t let it hold you back. Not like it happened before. Not anymore.

"I love you Izo, let's meet in our next life."

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OP Incorrect quotes#44 B4 Strawhats-

Before You and the straw hats met, You had your reunion with Ace first before Luffy...to say the least Ace was not ready for chapter I of his life...of presenting his family and dad...to one person who grew up with him..and beat his ass for teasin' fluffy too much-

As a large dragon and Whitebeard were having an EPIC battle but before either of you could give the final blow, Ace came into the rescue and...instantly knew it was you

Ace*Blinks and stops midway about to scorch Whitebeard* Y/N!?!

Dragon!Y/n*Confused for a second seeing a bunch a fire devil user human but notices familiar features in one disgusted*ACE!?!

Izo: You know this small dragon?!

Ace: Do I know them?-That's my sorta sibling!

Upon hearing that the dragon in front of the pirates was the fabled Y/n...they never believed Ace saying you were some sort of cryptic dragon...thing his grandpa picked up before he was born, Whitebeard's face grew into total shock

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The Whitebeard Pirates notice you don't seem fond of seeing Ace, They stare back and forth after you welcome them into your den, Marco narrows his eyes while Ace and You are doing the same thing, but their arms crossed as if you are such a disappointment

Dragon!Y/n: What the fuck are you *gesturing to your ace with your talon* doing here, shithead?

Ace: I should be asking you the same thing! You check yourself off the island, no call, no note, and I have to bump into you in this- what the fuck is this?...*Seeing the den filled with...weird papers with research and red strings ...with drawings of devil fruits?*

Dragon!Y/n*Rolls eyes putting your tail to cover your...theory vision board*-Nothin, It's my stuff, and who are the twinks?~

You wink at Izo who blinks and points to himself...till Ace puts a hand in front of him...and the others

Ace: Eeeeh~...My family, My crewmates, They're with me-

[cyborg-franky]

hi can i ask for izou hcs with s/o that sucks at makeup😞 like, him almost fighting with helping them put it on and stuff

Yess <3

Izou x GN Reader SFW

You didn’t wear makeup very often around the ship. You were too busy focusing on your duties and, to be honest, the way you would sweat from a hard day's work. It just wasn’t worth the effort for it to run or get ruined by the ever-changing moods of the weather.

However, the times you did, your boyfriend would often have something to say. 

Izou would narrow his eyes, purse his lips, and tsk at you. Now, your makeup was never bad. It just wasn’t up to Izou’s level of perfection.

“You should let me teach you some makeup tricks,” He said one day as he brushed back your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear as he admired your face. 

You melted into his touches, feeling his thumbs gently brush along your cheeks. Then you huffed as he held your face firmly, turning your head from side to side and scrutinizing the job you'd done on your blush and eyeliner. 

“Is that an offer or a threat?” you asked with a chuckle, and from the look on his face, you knew it was the latter.

Soon, you were in his room, sitting on a chair and staring at your reflection as he tsked, tutted, and mumbled to himself as he dug into the depths of his collection. Occasionally, he held up colours against your skin, judging what he thought would suit you and where he wanted to go with it.

“Well,” Izou began as he met your eye in the mirror. “I think this will look great on you,” he shook the bottle and smiled.

You felt like a cat being bathed against your will for the next half an hour. He was fast and strong, and as you swotted at him, he dodged and ducked. “My love, you just smudged everything I worked on, and we need to do it again,” Izou sighed as he adjusted you in the chair again and applied the eyeliner. You whined as you tried to sit perfectly still. He was amazing at what he did, and you knew you were being fussy, but couldn’t he just show you what to do on himself? 

He was firm but gentle, not wanting to hurt you; he was just going into full-blown Izou knows best mode. 

“I love how thick your lashes look with that mascara, but we need a little more,” he said with a hum, tapping his cheek as he mused over his options before pulling something out of his drawer: eyelash curlers, something you’d never used.

“Okay, I think I hear someone calling me,” you sprung out of your seat just to be pulled back by your shoulder, seeing the devious grin on Izou’s face. “Oh darling, we aren’t finished yet,” he said, gently kissing the side of your head. “I promise it won’t hurt,” his voice softened before as he gave you a comforting smile.

“Alright then… I’ll allow it.” Izou’s smile grew, happy you were letting him have his way. 

[cloudzoro]

cockwarming izo while helping him put his makeup on 🤭

[kallystah]

one piece masterlist~

~4K-5K words :

izo : the storm of his heart

law : clumsiness

marco : little conflict

kidd : how to survive on the voctoria punk

mihawk : of fruit and wine

one page : the hard life of a blushing dino (masterlist)

~1K words :

charlotte cracker : little biscuit

ace : sweet night | to watch the see with you (male reader)

penguin : consolation

kidd : evening routine

shanks : hot morning

[justwritingscenarios]

I am SO SORRY for the two months delay but I really had issues writing this request. I started it over about 7 times... But I am FINALLY content with it. SO here we go !

Scenario 1 : continuously denying others who think they are together

Izo x GN!Reader // Words : 2.3K // Warnings : few swearing (no beta reader).

« Are you two dating?”

The first time someone asked you this question, it was Thatch, during a lunch.

“Why. No?” You were as confused as Izo was. Nothing was going on between you. You were just friends. Thatch didn’t insist. You had no idea what made him think like this…

*

“You’re dating?”

The second time, it was Ace. Izo chocked when the water went down the wrong way. You patted this back as he coughed.

“What the fuck Ace?”

“You’re sharing your bottle with him! You’re never sharing it with me!”

“Because his is empty.”

Ace, short on arguments, shout-talked: “Ok but that’s an indirect kiss!”

Between two coughs, Izo murmured a dumbass to the younger boy. You sighed. An indirect kiss…

*

“Ginjo or daiginjo?” Marco murmured.

“Hm?” You were on food shopping with Thatch. Marco went along you in an alcohol store.

“Izo’s birthday is coming soon. I wanted to offer him sake, but I can’t remember his favourite.”

“Ginjo.” You pointed at the right one on the shelf. “The fruitiest.”

“You know his taste so well.” The first commander gave you a side-eyed glare and smirked. “No wonder you’re his boy/girlfriend.”

“I am not.” You emphasized the not strongly. You just knew his taste because you were the cook’s assistant… You turned back to the wine section. What was the one Thatch used for his boeuf bourguignon again?

*

It went on like this. At least twice or thrice a week, Izo and you had to deny any romance going on between you. You wondered if there was a crewmate that hadn’t ask you yet. Yet, you never changed your words: it was just a friendship.

Izo had not such effect on you.

Sure, you thought he was an interesting man, experienced and talented in plenty of ways. He knew how to talk, how to take care of himself was it for his hair, his make-up, or his clothes. His eyes were captivating, and his voice was charming, of course. But he had no effect on you.

Right?

“(NAME)!” You turned your head to Thatch. “The food will burn. Turn it.”

You quickly answered his command and turned down the fire a bit. You sighed. You never got lost on your thoughts while on cooking duty. The cook knew it as well.

“What’s happening? It’s the third time this week you almost burned a meal. You should ask Marco to check you if you feel unwell.”

“I’m well. I’m not sick.”

From the counter you were working on, you saw Izo and another commander passing by a window. He sent you a smile and a quick hand sign, to which you responded, before going further.

“Not sick but lovesick, hm.”

You gave a snap on Thatch’s hand with your spatula.

“Ow! You shouldn’t hit a commander. Even more, your own division commander.” He said in a teasing tone.

“I am hitting a friend. My division commander friend. I fear no consequences.”

“You should! I feel jealous because you wouldn’t do this to your friend Izo.” You raised the spatula to snap him once more, yet he dodged it this time. You didn’t answer and got back to your task. But Thatch wasn’t having it. He observed your moves, seriousness in his expression for once.

“Stop watching me like this. You have work to do, Commander. Diner time is in an hour.”

“I know you like him.”

“I already told you we are not dating.”

“That’s not what I said. I said you like him.”

“I don’t.”

“What would you do if he kissed you?”

“What?” You stopped what you were doing and turned to him, eyebrows frowned. “What are you talking about now?”

“What would you do if he kissed you? Suddenly. Out of nowhere.”

“I don’t know… Your question is so strange.”

“Ok, then what would you do if I kissed you?”

This time you answered without hesitation. “I’d punch you in the face. Don’t you dare.” Thatch laughed and waved a hand between the two of you, indicating he had no intention to.

“See, that’s my point. You’re doing everything differently whenever it comes to him. I know I won’t convince you about it right now. Just think about it. Next time someone ask you if you’re dating, ask yourself why.”

*

You didn’t plan to pay attention to Thatch’s words.

“You’re so cute like this. You look like lovebirds in their nest- HAHA MISSED!”

Izo sent one of his geta to Ace’s face that went through him. OUCH. The second one got him on the back of his head. It was nighttime. You were sitting on the deck with Izo, his head on yours resting on his shoulder.  You were reading, waiting for the sleep to come. It wasn’t something unusual for you.

While Izo got back to his reading, your eyes kept reading the same sentence again and again… You were sat with Izo, resting against him, in your little own world until Ace’s arrival. It was intimate… even more when you think about the other times you would read in the same hammock or alone in the nest. Yet nothing never happened because you were just friends.

“(Name), you’re ok? You haven’t turned your page in a moment.” Izo’s breath on your ear awaken you.

“Y-yeah… I’m falling asleep on my book. I should probably go to sleep right now.”

“Sure. Have a good night, (Name).” You felt your inside warm. Since when Izo’s words made you feel warm?

*

“It’s been months. Can’t you just stop pretend and make it official? Everyone knows already.”

“You know Vista, I never thought about hurting any of you in about 20 years. But right now, I’m contemplating the idea of knocking you out.”

“Try me.”

Occasionally, when Thatch would finish tidying the kitchen early, he would invite a few fellow commanders to have a drink and play cards in the scullery. This time, there were Izo, Vista, Marco, and a sleeping Ace. Izo had won the previous games, and it wasn’t to Vista’s taste. He knew your relation was a good subject to distract the 16th division commander.

“Why don’t you want to tell us about it?”

“Because there is nothing to say beside it’s friendship.”

“Friendship. I’m friend with all of you but I would never read while resting my head on your shoulder.” Vista fluttered exaggeratedly his eyelashes Izo’s way.

“Lucky us, you would crush our shoulder under your weight.” Marco said and Izo added sneakily: “Do you even know how to read?”

Everyone still heard him and laughed. It earned him a punch in the arm from Vista.

“We know they’re special for you. Just ask them out already. Everyone’s on your asses because it’s clear as water you’ve been made for each other.” Vista added to his point, this time seriously; yet never forgetting his intention to distract Izo.

“Sure.”

“I can prove my point: they’re the only one you shared your reading with, they’re the only one you sleep with, the only one you shared your bottle with-Ace was right about it” At the call of his name, the young man woke up with a card glued on his cheek. “-Hell, they’re the only one that can touch your hair and keep their hand. You let them brush it for you, I saw it!”

“And so what? How does any of this prove I have romantic feelings for (Name)?” Izo sighed, looking at a mute Vista.

“What would you do if Marco tried to kiss you?”

Marco sent a side-eye to Thatch meaning why me. But he knew Thatch chose him because he was one of the longest friends Izo had and that he wasn’t annoyed with him at the moment, like he was with Vista.

“I would push him back or step backwards, something like this. But I don’t see your point.”

“What would you do if (Name) tried to kiss you?” Everyone’s gaze went from Izo to Thatch to Izo again. It was the first time the black-haired man was left speechless about that subject.

“You don’t know? Or you know but don’t want to say it?”

Izo gritted his teeth and looked down. He slammed his cards on the table, his game visible, and left the room without another word.

Izo had a winning game.

*

“So you wouldn’t kiss me. I’m disappointed.” A little smile showed on Izo’s red lips when he recognised Marco’s voice. The blond man came to his side and imitated his position, crossed arms resting on the railing.

“I’m sorry I left like this.”

“Don’t be. Vista was so preoccupied to confuse you that he got lost on his own and I won thanks to your desertion. And… They’ll get over it. They’re big boys.” Izo just hummed for an answer. “You know… Vista’s idea to ask them out isn’t that bad. I mean, you initially got closer to them because you were interested in them, right?” Marco watched Izo sighed and nodded. “Then what stopped you?”

“We’re friends. That’s what.”

“If by that you mean that you’re scared they don’t see you as more than a friend then let me tell you something: I haven’t been so captivated by a dawning romance since Oden and Toki.”

“It was 25 years ago.”

“That’s my point, Izo. For months I got to see the two of you sharing moments and looks. You know that most of our men don’t care about romance and yet you passionate them.” Izo shut his eyes and sighed once again. “To be honest I may be a bit guilty for everything. The first time Thatch asked you if you were dating it was because I give him the idea.” Izo looked at Marco with his eyebrows frowned. “You were there talking and whenever one of you was looking around, one had such a tender gaze for the other… It was physically hurting to witness your obliviousness. I thought it would give a little push… But you kept stated you were just friends and you stopped making moves their way. I’m sorry, Izo.”

Izo shook his head. “Don’t be.” He had drunk and processed Marco’s every words. He could have been mad, but he wasn’t at all. His friend wanted to help after all. And it gave him hope and strength he’d lost in the last months. He was about to go but Marco caught him.

“One last thing.”

*

Izo knew you were asleep when he left Marco. So, he waited until the early hours of the day when you would come in the kitchen to prepare the breakfast. You were always beginning the preparation by yourself.

When he entered, you had just started cutting bread.

“You knew it was Ginjo.”

You almost cut yourself and turned around to see Izo. He apologized for the scare.

“The Ginjo? Your favourite sake. What about it?”

“Marco told me you helped him choose it for my birthday gift.”

“Hm, right. He didn’t remember. I did. You know it’s my job as the cook assistant.”

“Yet, you couldn’t remember the usual wine Thatch was using for his beef recipe. That’s what Marco said.”

You frowned, wondering where the conversation was going. He had come closer to you during your small talk, and you could see his tired features. He hadn’t sleep much, if at all, but he mostly looked tensed, unsure, and decided. You left your duty aside to give him your full attention.

“Thatch asked me what I would do if Marco tried to kiss me. I told him I would push him away.” You were even more confused, and at the same time, you remembered Thatch asking you a similar question. “He also asked what I would do if you tried to kiss me.”

Since he didn’t continue, you asked “What did you answer?”

“Actually, I didn’t answer… But I had plenty of images in my mind I couldn’t describe.”

Considering his choice of words, Izo started apologising about it sounded perverted, unappropriated according to him. But you cut him short.

“He asked me too. He asked me what I would do if you ever tried to kiss me.” You read in Izo’s eyes his desire to know more. “I said I don’t know. But now I do.” You looked down, feeling your skin suddenly burning under Izo’s intense gaze. “I… I would let you do it. I would kiss you back.”

You felt his fingers brush under your chin and gently pull it up so you could watch the sweetness in his eyes. His pupils moved on your whole face, between your eyes to your lips, looking for permission and any sign of doubt or refusal on your part. But the fact you grabbed his cloth to pull him down and closer comforted him in his previous action. Your lips touched, smoothly, lightly the first time. More forcefully and strongly on the second as each of you grabbed the other by the neck. A thrill ran through your body when you sensed his warm tongue brushed your lips in the kiss.

Izo pecked you once more before he broke the kisses. He didn’t pull back thought. His hand on your neck fell to your hips to keep you close to him.

*

“Izo, I wanted to apologise for yesterday. And, I won’t tease you about your relationship with (Name) anymore.”

“Thanks, I appreciate. Even thought it won’t be necessary.” Vista frowned at Izo’s answer.

Izo and Vista were already almost done with their breakfast when you joined them and sat right next to Izo as per usual. You exchanged a look and smiled timidly. Ace that was passing by behind you stopped when he saw this.

“Ow, you’re definitely the cutest couple!”

“Thanks, Ace.” You answered him happily while Izo laughed at Ace and Vista’s lost faces. Things promised to be interesting.

[portgasdcleo]

how do we feel about a whitebeard commanders/pirates college au¿?

bc im writing one as a side side project and idk, maybe some of yall might be interested

[rnakamura22]

I will never leave you, no matter what happens

I have no regrets.

female reader!!

If someone asked you, "Where is your home?", you would say "The ship Moby Dick" without a hesitation. You have little happy memories about the land you were born, where a girl wouldn't survive in a day unless there was a knife and combat skills were good. If you wouldn't take something, then everything would be taken. You cut your hair, drained yourslf in a pool of blood, threw away your normal life as a woman and lived with one sharp dagger. You were picked up by Whitebeard, who seriously thought you were a boy when you first met him onto his ship. You had a temper, quick to get in a fight, and lacked any charm of a woman. But someone stole your heart as soon as you became family.

Izo, commander of the 16th division of the whitebeard pirates. He was beautiful than any regular woman, yet one of the most brave and fierce guys in terms of battle, while being kindhearted and a gentle person in nature. Cupid had pierced your heart the first time you met him.

You lacked any form of feminine attraction and was no different than a boy. You tried several times to gain Izo's eye, but that ended up in a complete disaster. But in a strange turn of events, the efforts you put had caught Izo's eye and made him realize your charm.

"I want you to go out with me, Will you be my lover?"　that night, you felt like you became the happiest woman alive. The day you and Izo became lovers, you presented you with a flower, an ivy.

"This represents my feelings for you. I won't leave you no matter what happens."

"Thank you Izo-san..., I feel the same way. I will never leave you."

That night, you felt his warmth and he felt yours. It was a cold day, yet you two were warm.

But the fates never prepared a fairytale ending for you. Being somewhat stubborn, you had a falling out with him one day.　You never remembered what the cause was of the fight 　But one thing was sure. Ever since you refused to speak with him, it felt like god prepared the karma you were forced to face.

The death of Thatch, Teach… Blackbeard’s betrayal, Ace’s defeat and execution. Whitebeard refused to take you to Marineford no matter how much you begged. As the white whale sailed away, including your lover that you have not spoken to for a long time, you felt the thick walls of gender crashing down on you, holding the Ivy from your lover.

Two years have passed. Everything you hold dear have fallen from your hands, including your lover. Marco refused to take you to the payback war or the battle within Wano.

Ever since you heard the news, your world suddenly lost all color. Everything looked like black and white, except the Ivy flower you had. It flowed and bloomed magnificently, despite the two year time period like it was frozen.

Time passed again until his death day came. The Ivy flower bloomed brightly, part of it being you took great care of it. The more you looked at the flower, the more the reality hits that you will never see him again.

“I want to see you… Izo-san… just for one moment…I miss you so much..”

As soon as those words left your lips, the door of your house started knocking at a brutal pace. It began to grow louder and louder, getting more intimidating by the minute.

It also felt cold even though you lived in a summer island. You began to see ice in your room. As soon as you looked at the Ivy flower, it was losing color by the minute as if someone was sucking the color out.

The door kept banging, ice was spreading across. You ran to the corner of your room and hid under the table.

“please stop…” you trembled.

As you hid under the table, you started to remember when pops scolded you and hid under the table crying in secret. That was where Izo-san found you and comforted you.

“Found you〜”

you froze. The hand placed on your right shoulder was so cold it hurts. And the dark yet soothing voice comforted you.

You didn’t need to know who it was.

“You remember what I said? I would never leave you no matter what happens.”

You started to fall, unconscious. The vase holding the Ivy flower also fell, shattered along with the Ivy flower, now draped in white.

It was the next morning that the villagers found a woman cold and dead in her house. The body’s face looked like it had seen something so terrifying but the house was completely normal. People knew of her upbringing and how she was down in the dumps after her lover died. They rumored that she had died of shock. Strangely, there was a frostbite and a handprint on her right shoulder. As if someone grabbed her and brought her to the other side.

The flower language of the Ivy- “ I will never leave you, even after I die”

[portgasdbru]

Dad!One Piece Men

how I think op men would name their children ft. mihawk, crocodile, killer, marco, izo, buggy, doflamingo, rosinante

part one with other characters.

• Mihawk

Dracule Maeve

Dracule Pepa

Dracule Ziggy

• Crocodile

Roen

Elle

Tyrian

• Doflamingo

Donquixote Rocco

Donquixote Dolly

• Rosinante

Donquixote Sonny

• Buggy

Rory

Reina

• Killer

Zeppelin

Jagger

• Marco

Noa

Rivie

• Izo

Izzy

Ivey

[hannahbarberra162]

Snow Fall, Part 3 (Alpha Izou x Omega Reader)

18+ MDNI |

The other chapters

Thank you to @gouraminnow for beta-ing <3

The little Omega had settled into life on the Moby much faster than Izou had expected. After bringing you on board, you stood at Izou’s side and bowed parallel to the ship’s deck. Izou’s face was impassive as he sought his Captain’s approval for your presence on the ship, but his heart filled with pride at your display of courage. He’d seen grown men quake and quiver before Whitebeard but you never wavered. 

“Captain, this is Tasuke. She is originally from Wano but I have rescued her from the island at which we are docked,” Izou said with a stiff bow of his own. He was speaking with more formality than he usually did but he was worried Oyaji might not allow you to remain. Oyaji wasn’t generally in favor of Omegas being on board due to the numerous Alphas on the crew. Izou hoped Whitebeard would allow it but he might have to plead his case.

Whitebeard looked over at the island, the majority of which was now ablaze thanks to a pleased looking Ace who was happily munching a rack of meat and watching the destruction. “Is her rescue reason some of the island is now on fire?” Whitebeard asked, glancing again as a fireball blew up into the sky, making Ace cheer. 

“Yes,” Izou stated simply. “Though not all of it has been destroyed,” he added as an afterthought. He didn’t think Ace blew up the entire island, just most of it. In Izou’s opinion they deserved it for aiding and abetting your slavery. Whitebeard grunted to show his disinterest in the fate of the island. Izou’s many years of service under Whitebeard had granted him certain privileges and not being questioned about some of his decisions was one of them. If Izou had let Ace off his leash, Whitebeard trusted that it was for good reason.

“Is she an Omega?” Whitebeard asked as he stared at the small woman in front of him. Izou shouldn’t have been surprised Whitebeard could detect your designation even with your nearly undetectable scent - Whitebeard had a preternatural knowledge of many things, including people’s designations without smelling them or being told.

“She is,” Izou stated, hoping that it didn’t mean he would have to leave you at the next island. Whitebeard was a pirate, but he was honest and fair in a way that aligned with a strong moral code. He wouldn’t have made you remain on the island Izou had rescued you from but it wasn’t a guarantee that you’d be able to remain on the ship. 

“Does she speak Common?” he asked as Taskue straightened but kept her face averted from the Captain. Izou put his hand on the small of your back in a tacit show of support.

“Not much. She knows a handful of Common phrases but I believe she was purposefully kept ignorant in order to maintain her in a perpetual state of servitude,” Izou explained to his Captain. Whitebeard looked you over before inclining his head ever so slightly.

“ It is a pleasure to meet you, child, ” Whitebeard intoned in Wanese. You blinked a few times trying to hide your surprise at the Emperor’s knowledge of your language.

“ Thank you for allowing me on your ship, Emperor,” you replied, bowing even deeper. 

“Are you staying with us?” Whitebeard asked, tilting his head slightly in question. The gesture was typical of Wanese conversation and Izou wondered when Whitebeard had picked it up since Izou had never explicitly taught it to him. 

“Ah, I’m not - I’m - whatever you wish, Emperor,” you replied, your head still bowed.

“Enjoy your time aboard my ship, child,” Whitebeard replied, effectively dismissing both you and Izou. Izou took your smaller hand in his own and led you away from Oyaji and back towards the bow of the ship. You walked with your back straight but it was difficult to have an audience with Oyaji if you weren’t used to it and you’d have a comedown soon. Leading you under the deck, Izou brought you towards the kitchens. The ovens ran at all hours of the day and night to accommodate the enormous crew, so you could warm up while you got accustomed to the ship.

“I think that went well,” Izou said, offering you a hot mug of tea that was conveniently located close to Izou’s favorite seat. He’d have to thank Thatch later for the thoughtful gesture and anticipating your needs. You nodded and accepted the tea, sipping slowly. The Alpha in him was pleased to see you accepting his help, but the man knew it was only a cup of tea. He wanted to provide so much more, and he would in due time. “Whitebeard is allowing you to stay as long as you’d like,” Izou explained as you blew on the hot tea. You hummed a response but didn’t say anything directly. You just experienced a significant change in your life and Izou wanted the transition to be as smooth as possible.

“How does Whitebeard speak such excellent Wanese?” you asked, holding the warm mug in both hands as you huddled over yourself. Izou wanted to pick you up and deposit you on his lap to warm you, but refrained in the presence of others. Izou reached for the tea pot and a mug to pour himself a cup of jasmine tea as well. However, you grabbed the handle before he could and poured him a mug, handing it to him before he could stop you. Izou sniffed for a note of fear or insecurity in your scent, but your eyes were still focused on him. It must have been muscle memory that had you to serving him without thinking about your actions. Maybe he should tell Ace to burn the entire island.

“Kazuki Oden taught him during Oden’s time on the crew. After that, we became conversation partners here and there as time allowed,” Izou explained, your eyes going wide.

“Were you here at the same time as Oden? On the crew?” you asked excitedly, setting your cup down. Cute, Izou thought to himself. He set his own mug down and put his chin on his hand.

“Mmh. I joined with him, in fact. I was his retainer, I followed him from Wano,” Izou said, watching your eyes fill with stars and your face turn red. You looked down at your hands, unable to look at his face any longer. Izou laughed lightly and brushed his thumb over your cheek. “Do not apologize for whatever it is you feel that you have done inadequately. I am the same Alpha I was five minutes ago,” he stated, watching your blush rise up to your ears.

“I just…you - you’re - thank you Alp - Izou,” you said, bowing your head down to the table. 

After Whitebeard had given his blessing, things had gone rather swimmingly by Izou’s estimation. His room was one of the larger Commander cabins, large enough for two people to live rather comfortably. You initially insisted on sleeping on the floor but Izou hadn’t allowed it for a single moment. The two of you shared the same bed, much to Izou’s delight, though you both kept your clothes on. He suspected by the way you jumped at loud sounds and the hunched manner you carried yourself that you would need time for your body and mind to internalize that you were safe, even if you thought it already. It didn’t mean he didn’t want to - every fiber of his being desperately wanted to roll you onto your stomach and take you like an animal - but he maintained his self control.

You’d become very busy on the ship, very quickly. As Izou had anticipated, Thatch gladly accepted your expertise in the kitchen. Despite not speaking much Common, the kitchen was a place where communication could easily be understood by miming techniques and showing ingredients. Your Common vocabulary exploded as the fourth division taught you the names of utensils, tools, vegetables and fruits, and other cooking related terminology. You adapted to being a line chef well and didn’t need much training in the dishes that the crew favored. 

Izou started spending a little more time in the kitchens as his schedule allowed, watching you work and interact with the fourth division. You were kind, patient, and eager to learn anything anyone would teach you. Izou tried to give you space to stand on your own but it was hard when you looked so cute in your apron, listening and nodding when Thatch was teaching you something new. Thatch had begun to rib him now that he was in the kitchens frequently, which Izou took in stride. He’d style his hair like Thatch’s if it meant that he could watch you work.

To everyone’s delight, you also began cooking Wanese food for the crew. At first it was just for Izou - smaller dishes that you’d present to him personally at meal time. You’d bring him te dishes and scurry off, watching him eat from behind the galley door to see if he liked the food. He always did and insisted you sit with him for a few moments each meal so he could compliment the food - and the chef - personally.

Soon there was a lot of interest in the traditional Wanese dishes you were bringing him, to the point where Izou was lucky to get two or three mouthfuls before his brothers were each coming to “try a sample.” Ace quickly conned his way into getting his own plate of your dishes, making you smile in delight as he inhaled everything you gave him. Izou knew how he overcame the language barrier - it was those sweet puppy dog eyes and cute freckles that made you sympathetic to his eternally hungry stomach. Ace was too young and not emotionally ready for an Omega but the thought of the younger Alpha honing in on his Omega made Izou want to stab the young Commander - and not with a fork. 

Eventually Thatch and Izou were able to convince you to share your recipes so they could be multiplied many times over for the crew to enjoy. You were hesitant, unsure that the crew would like the food, but Izou’s gentle coaxing had you showing Thatch how to make kiritanpo and helping set up a massive amount of imoni for the crew to enjoy. 

After the crew ate, Izou and Thatch had each and every one of the ingrates come up and thank you personally. Izou stood next to you as everyone expressed how thankful they were for the food you had given them while allowing you to partially obscure yourself behind him. He could only imagine how overwhelming it was to hear hundreds of thank you’s in a language you didn’t understand but it was important for the crew to respect you for the work you provided. It didn’t hurt that every one of the crew would see you clinging to Izou’s arm as they thanked you, further detracting any competition from the crew’s many alphas.

Izou soon discovered that there was a softer side to your presence on board as well. As an Omega, you had a natural instinct to want to care for others and provide comfort. Izou never insisted that you take care of anything or anyone, but one morning you came to him, gripping your lacquer comb in your hand as he read over his daily reports before heading to work.

“Ah, Izou. I was, ah…wondering…I wa - may I, um, mayIpleasecombyourhair?” you said in one big rush with a bow, gripping the comb so hard Izou thought it would crack. Izou had been reading on the couch in his room, running his fingers through the hair that was draped on one of his shoulders. Setting down the reports gently, he considered the smaller Omega standing submissively before him. 

“Of course,” he said simply, making room on the couch for you to sit. You sat down behind him slowly and he felt his long hair being pushed behind his shoulders to rest against his back. You began combing his hair and Izou feigned nonchalance as he didn’t want to startle or upset you. In reality, he felt like purring when your small fingers touched his hair and brushed it to your heart’s content. Izou had always taken great pride in his hair and he considered it time well spent as you admired it.

“Your hair is so beautiful, Comm- ah, Izou,” you said, correcting yourself as you spoke. Izou had directed you a few days prior to drop the respectful epithet when you came aboard, wanting you to get more comfortable with him personally. It had been challenging for you at first but Izou had gently corrected you until you were referring to him by his first name more often than not. You still referred to the other Commanders by their title, which he selfishly didn’t tell you to stop, enjoying that he was the only one you were comfortable enough with to say their first name. 

“Thank you, Tasuke. I appreciate you tending to it for me,” Izou said lightly, opening his reports once more and pretending to read. In fact, he was expending all his effort to conceal his growing erection from you. If his brothers ever found out he got hard from you combing his hair, he’d never live it down, he thought to himself. You continued to work at his hair for several minutes, humming quietly to yourself while immersed in the undertaking. All too soon, the task had been completed to your satisfaction as you gathered his long hair in your fist.

“Would you mind if I styled your hair, Co- I-izou?” you asked hesitantly, almost unwilling to let go of the silky strands still being brushed out gently. 

“As you wish,” Izou replied, now sitting up fully so you could properly style him. Having you attend to his hair reminded him of his theater days as a child, when he’d have his hair and makeup done before performances. You stood up and grabbed a few items off his vanity, bringing them back to the couch.

“I am familiar with your preferred hairstyle, may I prepare your hair that way?” you asked, now hesitating as Izou smiled at you.

“Please, it would bring me immense pleasure,” Izou replied, settling in on the couch. You returned his smile with a small one of your own as you stood in front of him and began the traditional process of waxing his hair. It was a very painstaking process and truthfully Izou was thankful someone else was doing it for him. He didn’t mind the process generally but it felt so much better to have you close to his body and fussing over him. Once his hair was waxed, you then moved into tying his hair into knots and pinning them down, your deft fingers flying through the process as if you’d done it hundreds of times. You worked in silence and Izou dutifully continued pretending to read his reports.

“You are very handsome, Izou,” you commented with a flush once you were done with the work. Handing him a mirror, Izou admired your handiwork in his reflection and was proud of the work you’d done. 

“Only due to your clever hands,” he replied, opening your curled hands to kiss your palms. You flushed from your chest to your ears, which Izou found unbearably cute. 

The two of you slowly settled into a daily routine in which you would do Izou’s hair and makeup for him before working hours. It soon became Izou’s favorite part of the day both because it was relaxing and because all of your attention was focused on him. You’d also started cleaning his room and doing his laundry, which Izou tried to put a stop to. However, you were starting to show some tenacity and stubbornly refused to let the Commander launder his own clothes as he had been for years. He watched you wash and dry his kimono carefully, taking better care of them than even he had. Izou really didn’t want you working harder on his behalf but he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy having his scent draped over you. 

It was getting harder for Izou to avoid marking you or claiming you for his own. Night after night, you slept within arm’s reach, your beautiful form and scent calling out to him like a siren. Izou had heard whispers of a betting pool - some crew were betting he’d already marked you in a secret spot on you while the other half were betting that you weren’t even an Omega in the first place. What happened between the two of you wasn’t anyone’s business but his teeth yearned to sink into your neck as you lay beneath him, calling his name in ecstasy. 

One morning, you had already completed his hair and were working on his makeup. The lipstick brush was in your hand as you applied the finishing touches to his lipstick. Putting down the brush, you studied his face carefully, turning it this way and that in your hands to ensure that his final look was exactly to his liking. Izou was about to compliment your perfect work when you suddenly leaned in and brushed your lips against his own. 

Izou was stunned - he’d never thought you’d summon the courage to do anything so brazen. He was so shocked he didn’t say anything for a moment. Your eyes widened once you realized what you had done and you stood up to bow in front of him, nearly falling over in your desire to explain yourself.

“I - I…I’m so sorry Commander!” you cried, tears already forming in your eyes. “I knew you didn’t want me to, I don’t know what came over me. P-please don’t kick me off the ship, I’ll move out of your room, I’ll sleep outside, I’ll -”

“Shh, stop,” Izou replied, tugging you onto his lap. You sniffled but allowed him to settle you across his lap where he could calm you down. “What do you mean, ‘you knew I didn’t want you to?” he asked, wiping your tears away. You looked down at your hands that were twisting into your clothes in worry.

“We spend every night in the same bed like mates, but you never…reach for me. I know I am plain and unscented, I dare not think someone like you would want someone like -” Izou cut off your explanation by wrapping a hand around your neck and pulling you to him, pressing his lips to yours. You were hesitant and shy, unsure how to respond to Izou’s tender kiss as he kissed you thoroughly. You placed your hands on Izou’s shoulders, unsure what to do with them as he continued kissing you. Izou led and you followed as he gently coaxed kiss after kiss from you. At first you didn’t know what to do with your lips or tongue but Izou patiently kissed you time and time again, his tongue running against the closed seam of your lips. You opened them and Izou took his time exploring your mouth with his tongue as you shut your eyes in pleasure.

“Have you been kissed before?” Izou asked, now kissing from the corner of your mouth down to your neck. He was careful to avoid your scent glands even though he wanted to bite down - hard. Your shook your head, panting with need as Izou continued to kiss you.

“N-not like this,” you said, making Izou pause again. He was definitely sending Ace back to your home island.  He could smell your arousal in the room, the spicy scent making his own pheromones rise in reaction. Keeping his mind on the present, Izou licked the shell of your ear, making you shiver. 

“I haven’t been reaching for you not because I don’t want you. I want you very, very much, little Omega. I don’t reach for you because I don’t want to pressure you, I want you to feel free to choose the partner you’d like. It is not from a lack of desire, it is from a place of respect,” Izou whispered into your ear as his large hand splayed across your lower back to pull you closer. 

“I w-want you too, it isn’t fair that you’re so beautiful,” you husked, now moving your hands to loop behind Izou’s neck. Izou was glad you’d painted his skin the familiar white otherwise you’d be seeing his blush at your words.

“That’s it, touch me. Explore my skin, my clothes, my hair. All of me is meant for you to touch,” Izou urged you. One of your hands flittered to his neck, your fingernails accidentally brushing his scent gland. He let out a small moan at the sensation; he didn’t want to stifle himself or his pleasure around you. Hearing the sound, you repeated the movement with hesitation, causing Izou to growl. 

“Careful, little Omega. Otherwise we won’t just be kissing in a few moments,” he rumbled into your ear. You gasped as he playfully bit your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. A knock at the door had Izou rumbling from his chest as you scrambled off his lap.

“Yo, Izou, you’re late for once,” he heard Ace say from beyond the door while chewing on something. For Ace to have to come get Izou meant that he was truly late. 

“We will continue this later,” Izou said, noting your kiss bruised lips and mussed hair. Smoothing out your hairstyle, he pressed one more kiss to your lips before standing and leaving for his Commander’s meeting. He hoped kissing would be added to your morning routine in addition to the hair and make up.

It was. 

Izou reveled in teaching you how to kiss and how to be kissed. Izou figured out that you’d been treated roughly before, the primary method of kissing consisting of someone shoving their tongue down your throat without much input from you. Now, Izou was teaching you how to open your mouth to accept his own, how to return his kisses, and what to do with your tongue. You were a fast learner and kissing had quickly turned into heavy petting. 

You and Izou would make out on his bed after you woke up in the morning, spending time together getting to know each other’s bodies over your clothes like horny teenagers. Izou was over forty and yet he couldn’t stop kissing you like he was seventeen again. You were hesitant to remove your clothing and Izou didn’t push, you’d let him know when you were ready. Izou doused himself in your scent every morning, licking and nibbling at your scent glands until you were grinding yourself on his thigh with soft keens tumbling from your lips. The diversions always began chastely, with sweet kisses to your mouth and cheeks, but ended with Izou's thigh slotted between your own as you ground on him over your clothes. up from your lips. It was driving you both crazy to be intimate without having intercourse, but Izou was willing to wait as long as it took for you to feel comfortable. 

~

Once the ship passed your archipelago, the weather changed and the temperature steadily climbed daily. With the hotter temperatures, you grew increasingly uncomfortable, seeming to want out of your own skin. Dark circles appeared under your eyes and it was harder for Izou to rouse you out of bed in the mornings. You were sweaty and itchy but you insisted that you didn’t need to see Marco, that you were just busy and unused to the warmer weather after a lifetime on winter islands. 

Izou wasn’t convinced that the weather was why you were looking more tired than usual; he was worried. He still saw you in the mornings and at night but something was amiss. Thatch said you took a break in the middle of the day, but you weren’t relaxing on deck or in his cabin like he thought you’d be. Izou asked Tate and you weren’t in the women’s quarters or bathing areas either. It had finally culminated in a day where Izou had to bring you tea in bed in the morning as you shivered from a cold sweat. Your scent had sharpened but Izou wasn’t sure if it was from the weather or from spending so much time near an unmated alpha like himself.

“Either I summon Marco, or I carry you to the infirmary. Which is your choice?” Izou asked in an unamused tone as he hovered near you while you sipped your tea. 

“There is no need to worry, Izou,” you said with a small smile, reaching up to play with the end of his long hair. “Once I get moving I’ll be alright. I have much to do today, work that I cannot hand to another. I promise that if I’m not better by the end of the day I’ll visit Commander Marco,” you said softly. You drank the tea slowly and stretched under Izou’s watchful eye.

“I myself will accompany you to Marco’s office this evening,” Izou stated in a tone that brokered no arguments. You nodded seriously, then began to get ready for the day.

Suspicious about your ‘duties that could not be given to another’, Izou decided to follow you as you were dismissed from making lunch, trailing you quietly through the halls as you made your way deeper into the ship. You were heading down towards the second division quarters, covering a yawn as you passed Ace’s cabin. Izou’s guard was up - there wasn’t a reason you’d need to be down here when his division was on the other side of the ship and the kitchens were on a higher level. Of course, you were welcome anywhere on the ship but you looked like you needed a break or a nap, not going to who-knows-where. Izou continued to watch silently as you knocked on the door to the officer’s cabins for the second division. 

The door opened and Teach welcomed you in, his large frame blocking out all light from behind him. He reached down to give you an enveloping hug, which you tolerated but didn’t return. He beckoned you inside, putting his hand on your back unnecessarily to guide you into the shared room but keeping the door open. You wrinkled your nose as he told you what he wanted done, nodding every so often to show you were listening. After a few minutes, Teach gave you another lingering hug and you set to work under his watchful eye. 

You began taking the sheets off Teach’s bed, gathering the fabric in your arms. Izou had seen enough and entered the room, coming up behind you and took the bedsheets from your hands. You looked up at him in confusion almost as if you’d done something wrong. You started to wring your hands before Izou took them in his own to prevent your excessive worrying. Teach was watching the scene but didn’t say anything, crossing his arms while Izou spoke to you.

“What the fuck was she doing?” Izou asked Teach coldly. Even though the conversation was being conducted in Common, Tasuke had enough experience to know there was a confrontation happening. Izou glanced down at the Omega, who’s soured scent was now the acrid scent of fear.

“Go to my chambers, please. You’re not in trouble,” Izou said to you. You nodded and turned to leave but Izou still held your hands in his own. It would be awkward for you but he had some questions that needed answers.

“Has he ever hurt you?” Izou asked, squeezing your hand lightly.

“N-no. He makes me uncomfortable but he hasn’t done anything bad to me,” you said softly, looking at the floor.

“What does he do that makes you uncomfortable?” Izou prodded gently, bending down to catch your eyes.

“He touches me when he doesn’t need to, but other than that nothing really. I have no basis for my feelings,” you replied, unwilling to meet his gaze. Izou kissed the top of your head and sent you along the hallway back to his quarters. Once you were gone, Izou gave Teach his iciest glare.

“What’s the problem? She’s a maid, right? So I asked her to clean my room, change my sheets, do my laundry. She does it for you so what’s the big deal?” Teach said with a menacing grin, trying to put his large arm over Izou’s shoulders. Izou used the barrel of his gun to push the offending limb off his shoulders. 

“She’s not a maid , ” Izou stated coolly, keeping his pistol in hand. He’d never liked Teach, even though Marco vouched for him, and seeing you cleaning another man’s quarters when you were obviously tired had Izou on edge.

“Coulda fooled me with the way she’s always fixing your room, brushin’ your hair, and washin’ your clothes. Guess she’s just yours to use? Or is it open season for any alpha? She’s not claimed after all, zehahahaha!” Teach ended his statement with a laugh even though nothing was amusing. 

“She’s not for anyone to use ,” Izou said coolly as he seethed inside.

“So I can get her through the heat that’s coming? Even this one’s finally starting to get a smell, reminds me of home,” Teach said with a wide grin, showcasing his missing teeth. The man was technically an Alpha, but not the kind that Izou wanted to spend any time near. There was something off about Teach, something elusive and dangerous that made him want to bare his teeth and shove you behind him for protection. Izou growled in warning as Teach laughed his obnoxious laugh again.

“Do not talk to her again,” Izou ordered as Teach continued to laugh and threw his hands up like he was surrendering.

“So sensitive over one little Omega, they’re a berri a bunch,” Teach said with a shrug. “If not this one, you can rut over the next -” Teach’s eyes went wide as Izou sent a shot over his head into the ceiling above them. He couldn’t actually kill Teach since he couldn’t prove Teach was trying to get you to go into heat with his scent and Oyaji didn’t tolerate infighting.  Izou had no doubt that Teach was having you handle his laundry and clothes in an attempt to innure you to his scent for when you went into heat.  Izou would bide his time and perhaps Teach could be taught a lesson at a later time.

“ Do not speak to her again .”

Teach kept laughing but retreated back into his shared quarters, shutting the door behind him. Izou was still on edge but forgot the confrontation with Teach as he went to find his little Omega. Opening the door to his cabin, Izou was hit by the unmistakable scent of falling snow. You were curled up on his bed, clutching one of his kimonos in your hands, rubbing your cheek on the fine silk. Izou sat down on the bed next to you, noting the beads of sweat on your forehead.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. Are you alright?” Izou asked, cupping your cheek. You turned to face him, your eyes screwed shut.

“I feel strange, Alpha,” you whined, nuzzling into his large hand. Izou’s mind belatedly put the pieces together as he looked down at your smaller form. Teach had been onto something - your lethargy, the way you’d been so uncomfortable lately, the way your scent had been building on itself…

“You’re going into heat,” Izou stated, curling his fingers under your jaw. “It might be more intense this time since you’re around so many alphas,” Izou said, making you look at him. You whimpered, tears forming on your lash line. “It will be alright, little Omega, but you need to choose. You can go through it alone, though it might be painful. Or, if you wish, I can find a suitable alpha for you,” Izou gritted out. His alpha roared in displeasure at the thought of another taking care of you, but Izou wasn’t going to force anything on you that you didn’t want.

“I w-want you, Izou,” you said with a hiccup, reaching for him with your arms, discarding the kimono on the bed. “Please, Alpha.” 

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[husbandograveyard]

It's the thought - Izo x Reader

Look, I know I am supposed to be writing Spooktober things now, but I couldn't really let this pass without at least a little writing. So without any further ado, enjoy a little celebratory blurb for the one true love of my life, Izo! 2nd person. GN reader. Modern AU

It was a beautiful fall day: the leaves on the trees had been turning all shades of crimson, orange and yellow, and the temperatures had lowered from the scorching summer heat to something more pleasant, without being actually cold. Fall had officially started, and you were absolutely enjoying the atmosphere. 

You were home alone for now, making use of the time you had to yourself to warm up the oven and get to baking. For fall, pumpkin spice everything seemed like the obvious choice- but not today. Today you had an entirely different mission: bake your boyfriend a cake. You had found a recipe online that was beginner-friendly yet ambitious: two layers and a cream frosting, soft pink details and strawberries. They were out of season now, but you knew how much Izo loved them, and you wouldn’t spare any effort for his birthday. 

You’d been a little sad to be hearing he’d still be working today, as you had hoped he’d maybe take the day off for his birthday, but he’s never made a big deal out of it. 

“When you’re my age, y/n, it truly doesn’t matter much anymore. It’s just another day. But, if you’d like, we can go out to dinner, the two of us?”

You had -of course- agreed, but since you were home anyway, you had decided that you wanted to surprise him as well. After all, he made such an effort of surprising and pampering you throughout the year, with little thoughtful gifts, flowers to make your house an even more beautiful place, takeout of your favorite meals whenever you were too tired to cook… 

So you had gone out, purchased all the ingredients for a cake (and some more, just in case something went wrong), his favorite flowers, and put those in a vase on the table. You had made a card with a handwritten love letter earlier, and had now put it next to the vase and a little box that was neatly wrapped with a rose gold paper. Inside was a watch you had seen him eye a couple times before, but never purchasing it, because he felt like it was too expensive for a watch, especially since he still had one that was working perfectly fine still. 

The oven signaled that it was done preheating, and you practically jumped from the sound, already confused how time was flying by so fast; you had barely set the table with gifts and hadn’t even started measuring and weighing the ingredients. You let the oven sit like that for now and got to quickly prepping the ingredients. Once preparations were over, it didn’t take too long for you to actually do the recipe. You made sure to follow the recipe to the letter, knowing that baking was more of a precision job than cooking usually was. 

When the cake was finally in the oven, you cleaned up the counter and prepared the frosting. After that, you let the cake cool down on the counter while you tidied up the house. You opened up a window to let the room air out, and went upstairs to take a shower and get ready for your dinner date already. That way you could focus on cake decorating until Izo got home, and leave for the restaurant whenever he was ready, You didn’t want him to have to wait for you. 

You put on your favorite music while washing up, loudly singing along and already imagining what the evening was going to be like. You were getting excited when- 

You heard some noises downstairs, and even though the shower was running hot, you suddenly got cold shivers. 

You then heard some yelling, and were ready to panic until you recognized the voice. 

“Izo?” you walked downstairs carefully, nothing but a towel wrapped around your frame, still dripping wet, being careful not to slip. 

“Y/n?” You sighed in relief when you realized it was in fact Izo who had come home much earlier than anticipated. Your relief was short lived when you realized your surprise was a little ruined now, and then replaced by worry when you saw his face, confused and not at all the way you had expected him to look when he saw what you were preparing. 

“What was that sound?” You walked up to him, giving him a brief kiss, whispering a happy birthday against his lips. “Well… I will assume you were preparing a surprise for me?” You nodded, and he chuckled. “Did you by any chance leave food out and a window open?” You closed your eyes, cursing as you realized what had probably happened. “I think the neighborhood cat was just as surprised as you were to find me home early.” You walked into the kitchen with him, only to find little pawprints in frosting all over, and the cake that was cooling down ruined with tooth marks and paw- and clawprints and more frosting smeared all over. At the very least it looked like the creature hadn’t ingested too much, so you were sure it would be fine. You looked over at the table, relieved to see that at least your gift setup wasn’t bothered by the cake thief either. 

Still, your relief was replaced with sadness, as you did put in all the effort. You felt your bottom lip tremble as you took in the view, only to be pulled out of your thoughts by a strong arm around your waist. Izo pulled you into his side, chuckling softly. 

“I wanted to surprise you. You seemed a little deflated that I didn’t want to celebrate beyond going out for dinner, so I wanted to see if we could maybe have a fun afternoon. I got off a little early, only to see that you were preparing something as well” 

You nodded.

“It was going to be a strawberry cake, your favorite” “Does that mean you have fresh strawberries in the fridge?” You didn’t see it, but you could hear the smile in his voice. “Yes”, you smiled as well. “And you got my favorite flowers,” he said, walking up to the table, taking you along with him with one arm still wrapped around your waist, the other softly touching the flowers, studying the arrangement. You looked at his face, admiring him instead of the flowers. 

“Thank you.”

He turned to you before even opening the card or the present, and you smiled, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed about the whole situation: the failed surprise, the mess that the kitchen was, the fact that you were not ready, standing there shivering in your towel. 

“You’re welcome, I wish it was mo-”

He shushed you with another kiss, effectively taking away most of your worries and otherwise negative feelings. He had that effect on you, immediately making you feel better with nothing but a loving gesture. "It's perfect” 

You had no choice but to replace your frown with a smile as well. 

“let me get dressed then, and then… we’ll celebrate”  "And maybe clean up a little as well"

[trashytoastboi]

🌸Izo masterlist 🌸

🌸 Headcanons: ABO AU! Alpha! Haruta, Alpha! Izo, Alpha! Marco x Omega! S/O – #1. “Your scent is intoxicating”

[shirohige-pirates]

Please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times.

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Characters: Marco, Ace, Thatch, Izo

Reader: AFAB, GN pronouns (they/them)

Word Count: 10,427 (I’m sorry.)

CW: Explicit N.SFW content, PWP, gangbang, double penetration, knifeplay (light), oral, anal, deepthroating, breast fucking, degradation, praise, roleplay, CNC, bondage, BDSM, short reader (mentioned briefly, not size kink though)

Summary: I have nothing to say for myself.

Actual Summary: You and your four favorite people try your hands at a little roleplay.

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