#Jozu

[fallensnowfan]

Whitebeard Pirate boys with cappuccino art of Pops! hflsjfd

The cover page of this chapter of Academy is everything!

[basedkikuenjoyer]

We also got a fantastic cover page! Sabo hanging out with White beard Pirates! Izo in a floral shirt looking fine! Subtle but I like how the sides of his hair shrink in this universe to look more like a pompadour. Speaking of...Thatch darlin! Remember the Revolutionaries use working in a restaurant as cover so here they are giving Whitekichi's dog a lil treat. Love it, good use of them with what's going on to nudge at there being another sibling pair waiting in the wings as we explore some of the other bonds.

[op-grand-collection]

[krongulous]

Izou: what the fuck, which one of you ate all the cherry pies

Teach: sorry guys! You know how much I love my pies, Zehahahahaha!!!

Whitebeard:

[sleepyrainart]

Little Bits of Valentine's.

A small series featuring little stories including either OP/JJk characters.

Summary: A lazy morning with your Significant Other. A little spicy, Teen and up.

Gender Neutral reader, though mentions of princess as a pet name.

It's definitely morning, you think. Sun shining across your face. Nose scrunching in distaste. You roll over, hoping to go back to sleep. Bumping into your boyfriend. Which is unusual, Marco always rises before the sun.

Blinking awake, rubbing your blurry eyes. The sight before you is delightful. Your boyfriend naked. His broad chest moving softly. Midnight blue tattoo spread across his pecs and down. Just like the red marks from the night before. You want to kiss them as an apology.

Gaze moving lower. Admiring his defined muscles, he exuded strength. Your eyes following the light trail of hair below his belly button. View cut short by the sheet draping across his hips. Taunting you with what could have been.

“Sunshine yoi, you can admire with your hands.” Marco says, voice gruff with sleep.

“Hey,” he whispers sleepily, pulling you closer.

“Hi,” you reply just as quietly. Before leaning up for a soft kiss. He pouts as you pull away. Following you for another kiss. But you feel like teasing your firefly. So you continue to evade his affections. Giggling as he pouts further. Your hands trailing down his bare chest, blunt nails caressing his nipples.

He whines and his hand gentle tangles in your hair. Holding you still. His lips meeting yours in a hot caress. Sucking on your bottom lip before his tongue is exploring your mouth. You whine as oxygen becomes scarce.

He pulls back but not far, letting you breathe. He kisses your swollen lips again. Flipping you over in the process. Keeping most of his weight on his arms. His mouth leaves yours. Trailing hickeys across your neck.

Before he suddenly feels very heavy on top of you. Like a warm weighted blanket. Hearing his loud snores. You roll your eyes. Hands going to his shaggy hair. You start braiding.

You feel a slight tickle on your thigh. Rousing you from sleep. Big rough fingers gliding up the back of your leg. Drifting under your top. Before gliding back down.

Making a sleepy noise and nuzzling against Jozu's chest. “Oh, did I wake you? Princess.” You nod as he continues his teasing. Hand slipping under your top. Delicately brushing up your leg and then over your ass. Before going back down.

You're too lazy to move from your comfortable spot. So you kiss his warm skin. Sucking lightly as he brushes your ass again. “Does my princess like that?” he asks, grabbing a handful of your cheek before releasing it just as quick.

Whining as he returns to teasing you. Nipping at him in disapproval. “Now, now, no need for that.” He laughs, not at all hurt by your use of violence.

You groan, frowning at his light touches. Lifting your head to sleepily glare at him. He chuckles at your pout. “What do you want, princess?”

“Marshmallow, time to get up.” Thatch sings. You huff, rolling over. Snuggling into the warm blankets.

He laughs. Putting the tray down on the bedside table. Before climbing into bed. Manhandling your sleepy form onto his lap. Kissing your forehead. While you rest your head on his shoulder. Planning to go back to sleep. “Come on, mallow, I brought food.”

“Food?” you ask, one eye opening to check. Catching sight of the covered tray. Interest peaking as you rise. “Mm hmm.” He hums, “wanna have breakfast in bed?” He asks. His hand skimming up your side. You nod, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Before stretching up to kiss his jaw, stubble rough on your cheek.

You try to reach for the tray. But you're short. His fingers tracing down your spine as you stretch. “Need help?” You turn to glare at him, he laughs. Squeezing your hip before his hand trails over your side. His strong arm wrapping under you and lifting you back onto his lap. Kissing your temple as he reaches for the tray. A smug smile on his face since it's easy for his lanky arms.

He sets the tray in front of you. Before lifting the cover. Sweetness wafting in the air. Your stomach grumbling at the sight of the feast. Cinnamon rolls decorated with icing. Small cardamom buns twisting intricately in on themselves. Thatch is the best chef you know. But what makes your mouth water the most is the fresh fruit. A hard thing to come by on the open sea. Plump strawberries, rotund blueberries, luscious peach slices and juicy mandarin segments.

He smiles, picking up a slice of peach. The yellow flesh glistening with sweet juice. Feeding you the slice. Juice bursting in your mouth. Splashing against his thumb. You mindlessly lick up the mess. He stares down at you. Wicked thoughts filling his head. But they could wait until you were fed.

He feels the blankets move and the mattress dip slightly. Waking instantly, you give him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, honey.”

“ It's fine. Where were you?” He asks. Pulling you against his chest.

“I got you a surprise.” You smile brightly, handing him the gift. A small tube that he opens.

Frowning slightly. “ It's a pretty colour, sweet pea, but I think it'll look better on you.”

“I know.” You say with a deviously innocent smile. He seems to catch your drift.

Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for part 2.💖

[whitebeard-pirate-week]

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[thatchs-crisp-tatas]

The white Beard pirates is just,

Each child sold separately.

[onepiece-lov]

Jozu OP02-008 by Nijihayashi from Booster Pack -PARAMOUNT WAR- [OP-02]

[leduke]

Diamond Jozu (op) and Diamond (hnk)💎

[fallensnowfan]

Edit of that time Marco proposed to Izo.

[optreasurecruise]

[op-grand-collection]

[krongulous]

There’s a reason Mihawk stays in his lane and only fights swordsmen

[usopp-writes]

Ace's first Christmas as a Whitebeard Pirate

Secret Santa

December 3rd

Everywhere Ace went the ship was decorated with Christmas decorations. Wreaths, garlands with lights, garlands without lights, but with hearts and stars, fake snowflakes, lights, angels, red flowers and more was making the ship feel and look warmer. The common rooms, meeting rooms and mess hall had decorative calendar candle decorations or just candle decorations on each table. It simple was really festive on the ship.

"Hey Ace. It's time for you to pick names for the secret Santa." Jozu told him, as he came outside. Not knowing what it was, Ace followed Jozu, who guided him to the back of the ship, where their captain used to sit. Ace had to look one more time, as there on the seat of Oyaji, sat a man dressed in red and white, with a red and white hat. It was Oyaji dressed as Santa, which Ace didn't know, as he'd never seen 'Santa'. Marco stood next to him with a bag, Haruta on the other side with a list and everyone from the second division was there too.

"Seems we're all here. As tradition, we're having a secret Sanat again this year. You'll pick a name from the bag and unless it's your own name, that person is the one you'll be getting a Christmas present for. After you've picked a name, you'll be sitting on Santa's lap or stand next to him, telling him what you wish for. I'll write it down and you can see the list in the meeting room tomorrow. If you want to buy the gift the one you're secret Santa for is wishing. Any questions? Good. Let's start." Haruta smiled.

Ace let some of the others go first, before stepping in front of Marco. He picked out Saber's name and then went to sit on 'Santa's' lap.

"What do you wish for this year, my child?" 'Santa' asked in a deep voice.

"A strawberry blanket." Ace blushed lightly, but knew it wasn't too childish, as other also had wished for something that would be considered childish.

"I hope your wish comes true, my child." 'Santa' smiled. Smiling back, Ace jumped down and let the next in line tell their wish.

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