#Izo x Reader

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wb pirates (ace, izo, marco, thatch) x reader

cw: funny/crack, drug mention

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Snow Fall (Alpha!Izo x Omega!Reader)

18+ MDNI on Ao3

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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[luxthestrange]

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. 

[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.

[cloudzoro]

cockwarming izo while helping him put his makeup on 🤭

[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”

[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"

[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]

ooo snow fall? theres so little Izo content

Everyone should be sent to jail and to get out they have to write an Izo fic. I love that man <3

[reiketsunomizunomegami]

Taking care of sick op boys

Warning: Fluff, SFW, op boys being Stubborn

Feat: Thatch, Izo, Crocodile, and Doflamingo

Thatch Death

-A little Stubborn but eventually gives In and lets you take care of him

-Thatch is a little bit Childish especially because you're the one who's taking care of him

-He will Whine about you not cuddling with him or even not paying so much attention him

Izo

-The Stubborn one

-You will probably not notice that he was sick until Marco Pointed out and scolded him for not taking a proper Rest

-He'll be a little bit hesitant about you taking care of him but after a few minutes of pursuing him he will eventually lets you and honesty he actually likes it when you're giving him your Undivided attention

Sir Crocodile

-The Most Stubborn One

-He will never listen to you, even if the doctors told him to take a day off and rest

-Crocodile Was very very busy man so for him everything second has passed was very important

-He will be stubbornly continue his work and ignore your pleadings until he can't take it anymore and lets you take care of him

-Even if its hurting his own pride to be take care by you..he will eventually let it slide because he was kinda Happy that you're talking care of him. But of course he will never tell you that

Donquixote Doflamingo

-Doffy will whine from time to time so he could get your attention

-The one who actually liked to be sick so that you can pamper him with Love and Affection that he was longing from you

-Even though you're quite annoyed by his actions.. You're still enjoying that fact that you're given a chance to takw care of him

[trashytoastboi]

🌸Izo masterlist 🌸

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

[cyborg-franky]

Heyy, Hope You're Doing Good. For The Kink Alphabet, Can I Please Have B, K & L For Izou? Thank You Franky ♡~.

I am doing alright today! got coffee and vibing. I hope you are doing well <3<3

N/SFW UNDER CUT

Bondage

Oh lord is he into it? You thought bondage was just some ropes or a blindfold, something a little spicey? Hunny, this man will show you that it’s not as basic as that, he’ll show you it’s an art form and he is an artist.

He has so many colours of rope, he has one that would match any outfit. He likes to tie you up in the bedroom, he likes you to wear his intercut works under your clothes as you walk around on deck, feeling the silk knots rub certain parts of you, making you feel pretty and sexy like a gift for him.

Don’t worry, if you are the one into tying people up he also likes it, he’ll give you some pointers or help you learn certain patterns, beware he is a backseat driver at times.

Kissing

He loves, loves, loves kissing. But not in the ways you’d think. He likes to put on a fresh coat of lipstick so he can kiss you all over, leaving marks all over your skin, you’ll become a patchwork of kisses. Lipstick smears on your lips as he trails his kisses down your neck, chest, and thighs, he might apply even more, wanting to see you marked, and claimed.

Izou is very passionate about leaving kisses over your skin. Hickies are too childish for him. It’s all about painting you like the masterpiece he considers you.

Lingerie

Izou looooooves to wear something nice for you, he has so many sexy sets. He poses for you, and dresses up to please you but also for himself, his confidence is radiant and sets your heart alight. How he’ll be in a sexy number, posed on the bed, fluttering thick lashes at you with a painted smirk as he lets down his hair.

You never thought a man in a silky nighty could dom you so damn hard.

He loves to go shopping with his partner, picking out new sets for one another. It’s something he loves, feeling sexy for the person he loves. He also enjoys it when his partner dresses up. Very into this.

[shirohige-pirates]

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

White Out

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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