#White beard pirates

[blacklegsanjiii]

Shirohige!Sanji being held by his family:

Marco, holding ten year old mummified Sanji and pointing at the night sky: That's the Big dipper, there's the Little Dipper, the sea king...

Thatch, holding eleven year old Sanji and the first meal he made for the crew by himself: I found the next Fourth Division Commander!

White Beard, holding a crying twelve year old Sanji: I don't care where you came from, I care about your heart and what's in it. Family are those that love you, not in spite of the bad or because of the good. Both are what makes us alive, boy! Therefore you are my son!

Vista, holding a 13 year old Sanji and several swords: So you don't want to use swords to protect your hands? Fair enough! You protect what is precious to you. You do what you can and we'll do what you can't!

Jozu, holding a 14 year old homicidal Sanji: Some battles are not worth fighting, Sanji. You will understand as you get older.

Teach, holding a drenched 15 year old Sanji: It takes a special type of person to do that without a devil fruit, you know? Means you're stronger than you know!

Marco, holding a 16 year old Sanji in his talons while flying: Respect is always earned and I think you just earned the governments!

Ace, holding a sleeping 17 year old Sanji: You have shown me a new way to love and be loved. I want to do that for you.

Zeff, holding an 18 year old after a bad dinner rush: You are always so eager to help yet never ask for anything in return. You need to be selfish sometimes.

Shanks, post Marineford, holding a dead on his feet 19 year old Sanji: It's okay to rest, you know? I've learned the hard way always pushing will wear you down faster than anything.

Ivankov, holding a 20 year old Sanji: The past can't be changed, look to the future. Have faith.

Shirohige, holding a 21 year old Sanji as the Hats and Ace watch at a party: We're so glad you're alive and you're our family. Never doubt you are loved by so many.

[mrsportgas]

Ghost Ridders Cap.1

#Special Note: Not my pics, all them will be tag to its actual owner. Also not my characters. Please be patient, it´s my first time writing and englihs it´s not my first language. Feel free to interact!!!!

#Summary: Eight years ago, you were taken against your Will to Mary Goise to become the new slave of Saint Roswald, or rather, to living a hell on earth. One day, while you go with  him on a visit to a New World´s  island in the New World, but a familiar face appears. This creates the perfect opportunity for you to escape, join the Whitebeard Pirates, and discover more about your past, your abilities, and who you really are. All  while you try to endure your new crewmate, Portgas D. Ace, who is incredibly annoying... or perhaps incredibly irresistible? You haven't decided yet.

This story is based in the world of One Piece, with the same characters and timeline. Of course, this story is fiction created by me. Some of the timelines, names, and characters might be the same, also some names, characters, stories, or even personalities may be altered. The story is happening pre-time skip, while strawhats are in sabondy for the first time.

The first chapter is an introduction to the current story, which begins with Ace as your central romance. (This romance may shift to other characters as the story progresses, but don't worry, there's still plenty of Ace to come.) The story is written in first person. Female gender, Y/N, but feel free to change the gender, name, or anything else that makes you more comfortable.♡

YOUR POV:

You are walking. Or at least you think so. You don’t remember exactly how long it’s been, but it’s been long time since you’ve been practically going on autopilot. Walking, eating, and just going through the motions.

You just land in an island in the middle of the New World. All because Sand Roswald your lord and celestial dragon wanted to "buy" a jewel for his daughter that was now being sold in one of the best jewelry stores of the Red Line. I say "buy" because, of course, he would take whatever he wanted without caring what the store owner thought, and anyone who got in his way would be the one to lose. Just like what happened to me, but that’s another story.

All I could see were the yellow, worn cobblestones of the main street in the capital. I heard the screams and whimpers of people as they knelt, trying to avoid his gaze, and I could even hear footsteps as people ran, trying to hide somewhere else, trying to stay as far as possible. Mean while, in my head words repeated over and over: “Walk, look down, and everything will be fine.”

After so many years, the Sea Rock shackles hanging in my wrist where like part of my own body; I had learned to live with that weight. With that pain.

MARCO’S POV:

“All this will cost you 200 berris,” said the owner at the medicine shop.

“Alright, give me a second. Ace, hand me the bag.” The silence made me look back; Ace wasn’t there, and somehow I wasn’t surprised. The damn idiot had gotten lost again. I can’t take it anymore. Now I have to go look for him, and to top it all off he took all the money with him.”

The Whitebeard pirates had just landed that day, looking for supplies, and they had to set sail again quickly to complete an important mission. So they had just enough time to grab what they needed and leave.

“My friend has gone with the money; hold this for me, and I’ll be back for it.” Just as the owner was about to respond, a wave of people running and screaming in desperation rushed past the store. “What happened? What’s wrong with the people?”

“From what I understand, a celestial dragon is coming to the city today. If I were you, I’d stay inside until it’s gone. As far as I know, it’s Saint Rosward. They’re one of the cruelest families out there… if any of them could be considered merciful,” the man explained with kindess.

“I don’t have time for that. I need to find my berries and leave as soon as possible. Don’t worry, I’ll be back,” I replied with a friendly smile.

I stepped out into the deserted street. There was no one left; people were either already hiding or kneeling in the main street.

This could be dangerous. I need to be careful. I thought, and that’s when it hit me… If I were Ace, ¿Where would I have gone?… ¡THE MARKET! Which, of course, is on the main street…

Hidden under my cloak and trying not to draw too much attention, I made my way to the main street and knelt down with the rest of the citizens. Moving quickly, I tried to get to the front rows so I could take a better look at the market area. As I got closer, I saw three armed men and a girl in the middle, all at the entrance of a jewelry store. Through the window, Saint Rosward with a jewel on his hands. I looked around and suddenly, I SAW HIM. The idiot was on the roof of that same building, gesturing at me while laughing and eating an apple.

“What an idiot…” I thought as I signaled for him to come down. At that very moment, the atmosphere changed, and the entire scene around the street shifted. A single element was enough to send a chill down my spine. Something was about to happen, and that made me look towards the store’s door. The girl was looking up, at me to be more specific, straight into my eyes, and that’s when I realized.

I looked her up and down, inch by inch, for seconds that felt like hours. The girl was young, practically a child to me, though it was hard to tell since not a single inch of her body was visible. An old, tattered cloak, almost like a sack of potatoes, covered every part of her body, except her bare feet, covered in blood and mud, and her hands, which were bound by sea stone handcuffs. Her long, tangled brown hair and dark brown eyes were the only visible parts. I scanned her nose, cheekbones, mouth… eyes… those eyes.... so familiar, and then an image came to mind: my mother, and this girl was the spitting image of her.

“Y/N…” I sighed. But it was impossible; my sister was dead. Or so they told me, I think. I don’t know. It’s impossible, what are the odds anyway? Exactly… None.

The girl looked at me, freeze, staring deeply without breaking eye contact, and then her expression changed, as if she had seen a ghost. The truth is, my face must look similar right now.

Her facial expression changed yet again and her tear-filled eyes brought back memories, memories of my childhood, which I’d rather forget.

A blow. A weapon struck her head, and blood began to flow.

“What’s wrong with you? Stop crying. Shut up,” one of the guards shouted. “If Saint Rosward sees you… ¿You won’t want to spend another week in the box, eh, slut?”

She didn’t take her eyes off me, and then a voice echoed in my head, saying, “Now.” I don’t know where it came from, perhaps from within me, from the deepest part, but I listened to it because next thing i know is that I stood up and ran, ran as fast as I could towards one of the guards, ready to hit him and steal his weapon. At the same time, almost as if she knew what I was going to do, the girl stood up, dodging the guard’s blows with ease, kicking him several times, and stealing his weapon. Without using her hands.

“Right!” she shouted, and tossed the wepon to me. I turn right and the weapon falls into my hands. I manage to shoot the guard in front of me.

Another guard falls behind me from a bullet entering his forehead. As I turn around, I spot Izou looking at me with an alarmed expression, probably thinking that I’m crazy.

Meanwhile, Saint Rosward and the rest of his guards and slaves come out of the store due to the commotion at the entrance. They find three guards on the ground, and me standing right in front of him.

“Damn bitch, if I didn’t need you, I’d kill you right here. Come on, grab her and kill the others,” Saint Rosward shouted furiously. I swear, at that moment, it seemed like he could have erupted into flames all over his body; his expression was one of pure rage. In fact his clothes began to catch fire, flames rising from the bottom of his tunic. ¿Does he have that power?¿ Has he eaten a Devil Fruit?¿ Which one? But then it hits me: !!!ACE¡¡¡¡

Saint Rosward begins to scream and jump around like a madman while his guards try to put out the fire now spreading across his clothes.

“¡Run! I´ll see you guys on the ship,” Ace says as a grin formed his lips.

Without thinking it much, I look at Izou; we both nod. I quickly head towards the girl and take her hand. The three of us run towards the port amidst the commotion of the people; no one does a thing, no one moves except us.

Y/N POV:

I’m still on autopilot. ¿What just happened?

Run. It’s the only thing I can think of; my whole body is trembling, numb from so many years of being unable to move, and though my feet, my legs are doing their best, the sea stone cuffs are hard to ignore now. The broken and unstable cobblestone ground makes me trip, and fall to the ground, unable to catch myself as my hands are bound.

Everything around me is shaking; I was so close to escaping, a glimmer of hope in my heart, and now I’ve lost it so quickly.

“¡She’s my sister!” I hear footsteps ahead. Strong, big arms lift me up. A silouette in a pink and purple kimono lifts me onto one of its shoulders and starts running without saying a word.

I let myself be carried, and for the first time in eight years, I feel safe enough to close my eyes and let my body relax. So much that I even passed out.

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I open my eyes. My whole body hurts; my muscles and bones ache so much that I let out a small groan when I try to move. My eyes slowly adjust to the light. I’m in a room, an infirmary, and although the room is small, it has the basics: a bed, a sink, and cabinets with countless shelves and various potions. Next to me, a blond boy in a lilac shirt sleeps in a chair. He slowly begins to open his eyes.

“Y/N ¡You’re awake!” he shouts, not realizing the volume of his words. "I mean… well…¿ Are you Y/N? ¿Who are you?”

“Marco… I…”

A deathly silence filled the room. Just for a few seconds, before voices behind the door interrupted the conversation.

“Ace, stop it. You can’t go in there, get lost idiot.” An unfamiliar voice spoke behind the door.

“Come on, Thatch, I’ll give Marco the food, don’t worry. We’re a very close crew and need to help each other out, so let me help by delivering this food to Marco.” This time the voice was more familiar, though I didn’t know why it seemed so familiar…

“All you want is eat that food yourself. Give it back to me…”

Suddenly, the door bursts open with a loud bang, a reven hair boy with a very peculiar hat enters the room. Behind him, a man in a chef’s jacket follows and you could tell that he wants to kill the young man in front of him.

“¡MARCO’S SISTER IS AWAKE! ¿Are you hungry? Here. I brought you food,” he said with a cocky smile.

“Ace, get out of here, I need to talk to her,” Marco replied with a frown, pushing the boy out of the room and closing the door with a bang. “I’ll bring you some food later.¿ Are you hungry?”

“It’s okay, it doesn’t matter. I’m not hungry,” I replied, looking down. The truth is you were straving. But thats a feeling you long ago abandon.

“¿Are you really Y/N?”

“Yes,” I replied timidly.

“If you really are, prove it. Show me the mark.”

"Never say who you are, never show them…" those words came to mind forcefully, too forcefully. But it was Marco, I was sure. It had been 15 years since I’d seen him, and although we were children, I knew it was him, that face, that hair… unmistakable. Besides, it was my only chance to dont go back, to never go back.

I turned around, giving my back to Marco, who looked dubious at the girl in front of him. I lowered the cloak, letting him see my completely bare back. Marco let out a gasp. There it was. Right on the neck, that symbol, which identified me unmistakably. Below it, another mark: the mark of the celestial dragons slaves.

A shiver ran down Marco’s spine, and terror invaded his body. Immobilized, unable to make a sound. I turned around: “Now show me yours.”

Marco turned around quickly, lowering his shirt to show me his.

“Bathe and dress, in a few hours we’ll arrive at the Moby Dick,” he said, tossing a towel into my arms. And before I could utter another word, he opened the door and left.

The idea of a bath sounded good; I can’t even remember the last time I bathed… in a pleasant bath of cause, since the cold water hoses of Marie Geoise... I wouldn’t know if they could be considered a bath.

With some reluctance and embarrassment, I opened the door, ready to find the bathroom… ¿How could Marco leave me alone? ¿Couldn’t he have shown me where the bathroom was?. I walked down the hallway, looking for something indicating to be a bathroom, and suddenly, the sound of running water reached my ears. “There it is.” At the end of the hallway, a large open door led to long and large bathtubs, the air condensed with all the steam from the hot water. “¡Hot water, finally!” I couldn’t believe it, nor could I wait to immerse myself in it. I quickly entered, touching the water with my foot, and suddenly I felt my whole body tremble, all the energy, the little I had, vanished. The sea stone cuffs. I had completely forgotten about them, they had become part of me, so much that I didn’t notice them. “I should better wash at the sink.”

I headed to the sink, and at that moment, behind me, a lot of water started to flow upwards, and with a great crash of water against the walls, a tall, muscular figure emerged from the bathtub.

A stifled scream escaped my throat; I managed to stop it by covering my mouth with my hands and instinctively hid under one of the sinks. The figure slowly emerged from the water; it seemed to be difficult for him too… It was the boy who entered the infirmary with the food. I started to scan his muscular tan body, naked… :¿¿¡NAKED??!! At that very moment, I woke from my trance. I better get out of here immediately. Crawling, I managed to reach the door and leave the bathroom, running down the hallway back to the infirmary, locking the door and hiding there. SHIT.

NEXT CHAPTER

[zmetmar]

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[quinloki]

I'm not even into yandere normally but I'm thinking about a polyam yandere situation with some of the WBP division commanders. Maybe you were a stowaway, maybe you were a hostage they couldn't bear to get rid of. Regardless you're entrapped between the group of them now. With such a large crew someone always has eyes on you. They rotate you between different DCs to sleep with, like a prized possession they share.

Also, if anyone is too harsh with you, there's always Marco to heal and soothe any injuries. He seems like the softest, most rational one--but in reality he's the most obsessed.

WB lets it happen--anything to keep his sons happy and under control.

Help it's too early to have these thoughts OTL

… you can’t do this to me.

You can’t

I…

Gods -

You get hurt defending one of them- you’re no one really, just some islander, never left your village hardly never mind your island, but the WBP have been protecting the place for half your life. You watched things improve.

Like most people you lookup to them, so when other pirates start a fight with them at port you’re staying out of the way, but you’re also close by. You’re not much of a fighter, but you want to see them fight, you want to witness your heroes being heroes. You’re so unskilled comparatively that you don’t realize that Marco isn’t moving because he knows an attack is coming, you think the attack is working.

Moving before you can speak the realization hits all three of you at once. The pirate turns toward you as Marco turns to see who those third person is, and it all happens just fast enough he can’t stop you from taking the strike. Clumsy and accidental, it’s still deep. Deadly, if not mortal.

The white beard pirates erupt in ferocity - they had been holding back cause they don’t treat weaker crews cruelly, but now someone under their care has been harmed. The battle barely lasts a second after that.

You’re in Marco’s arms, flames flaring around you as he takes you back to the ship. It takes days - fighting off infection and fever with his help, he and some of the other commanders listen your fever dreams - your devotion, and they watch you struggle to live. The offending crew will be on the bottom of the ocean if you don’t pull through.

When you come around there’s a celebration. You are quickly effectively adopted by the crew. You’re so enamored with all of them, these great men you idolize, that you are on your best and kindest behavior. You couldn’t dare to put them out or offend them.

By the time you’re fully recovered you realize that something’s wrong. No one’s talking about how they’ll miss you. No one’s talking about getting you home. They’ve talked about your room, your space, your home and you realize they don’t mean the island.

You stand at the railing of the great ship, so large you hadn’t barely felt the list and tilt of the waves from your recovery bed, and you see naught but sea.

Marco puts a hand on your shoulder and when you look up at him you see a darkened face and fiery eyes, a fierce and demanding gaze hidden in the hooded eyes that always seemed so docile. Thatch, Izou, Ace, and a couple other commanders are standing around. Their kind smiles and warm expressions slightly off just like Marco’s.

Menacing to you with your new understanding.

“Don’t worry, yoi.” Marco says, even and clear voice oddly reassuring, equally terrifying. “We’ll keep you safe, pretty bird.”

And Marco is the constant. It’s his eyes you see in the dim edges of the kitchen when the drugged food Thatch is giving you starts to take effect. Marco sitting in for tea with Izou, while you’re bound in shibari, elegant and beautiful and immobile. Marco who pulls Ace off you when he’s fallen asleep buried inside you and you’re too tried to get out from under him.

Marco who sits on Pops’ shoulder when you’re called to talk to the Captain.

Marco who soothes your rope burns and relieves the ache of bruising marks even as he moves over you, laying you down so sweetly beneath him. Don’t worry sweet little bird, he’ll be so gentle, so precise, so sing for him in that song that no one else gets to hear.

[shirohige-pirates]

Welcome Sons, Daughters, and Siblings!

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Magic Trick - Marco x Reader - One shot.

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Bestowed The Crown

A one piece one shot: 1 827 words

Preview:

The commanders of the Whitebeard pirates laid up late on the Moby Dick, the summer air still warm on their skin even with the sun long past set. The crowd was small as it was no real celebration, they had been doing well these past days, and with a recent restock of ales, sake and other liquors they couldn’t help but treat themselves long after most of the crew had gone to bed. Just the sixteen of them up late and drinking amongst themselves, a rare yet welcomed pleasure.

They sat under the stars with candle light as a guide for clumsy hands, unsteady with alcohol through their systems as they smiled and chatted on the floor. It was a nice night, peaceful even. The ship had hauled anchor for the night and the boat continued to be washed by gentle waves. The island under their claim close to their left side helped to provide protection from the Grand Line storms and ease the night's worry.

They laughed among themselves. Empty plates at their side along with a few tossed empty bottles. The drinks did wonders to help them all relax to varying degrees. Ace was probably on his eighth now, judging by the bottles around his lap but his speech was still clear, though they could tell they were losing him a little. Thatch on his sixth was slurring a little and swaying, choosing to nurse the half empty cup in his hands. And Marco was only on his third, being much more mindful of his intake, rather preferring to avoid a hangover when the sun eventually chose to rise again.

[jujuls-stuff]

OMG IZO IS IN MARINEFORD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I DIDN'T KNEW HE APPEARED BEFORE WANO

but he's so...

In contrast to Wano

In Wano he's just so.........🥵🥵🥵😫😫❤️❤️

[pixel-atlas]

I have art block, so I finished this abandoned drawing I started a while ago for my white beard pirate oc

If I had drawn it now there's a lot of stuff I would have done differently, but I love a lot of the detailing I did in it

[just-to-comment-in-fanpages]

We don't talk about Rocks

Plot: After the Straw Hats finds the One Piece, they find out that Teach got powers that could rival the World Government, and is almost getting in a seat in the Reverie and making Hachinosu a country recognized by them. All pirates in the world were in the meeting, old generation to young generation, as the new Pirate King, Luffy is invited to the meeting with the old friends ( Shanks, The Grand Fleet, Heart Pirates, Kid's Pirates, Kuja Pirates), and enemies (Crocodilo, some remnants of Doflamingo Pirates, past yonkous) some of them mentions how Blackbeard was about to surprass Rocks, making some of the previous Rocks Pirates uncomfortable talking about it, and Luffy just asks “ Who is Rocks?”. Also, pretend Big Mom and Kaidou are alive.

BIG MOM: We don't talk about Rocks D Xebec no.We don't talk about Rocks no.But, it was my wedding day

Streusen:It was her wedding day

Big Mom: Was already and no any clouds in the sky

Streusen: Only hommies allowed in the sky

Big Mom: Rocks walks in with a mischieve grim

Streusen: Thunder!

Big Mom: You are telling the story or am I?

Streusen: So, hurry up, Linlin go on!

Big Mom: Rocks bumped on the tables

Streusen: Why did he do it?

Big Mom: All chairs fell on the ground

Streusen: Carmel, almost get lost

Big Mom: I passed out with a hurricane

Streusen: What a loud scream but anyway

Big Mom and Streusen: We don't talk about Rocks D Xebec no

We don't talk about Rocks no!

Brulle: Hey, Rocks was always violent

I remember his haki was scary

I associate with a sound of people fainting, thump thump thump.

Rocks was always scheming,

Always makes mama and his crew worry

Did things that people doesn't understand, do you understand?

Perospero : just seven foot frames, but blood on his path,

Cracker: when he calls your name, better watch your back Katakuri: when he sees your streight, would keep you until death.

Charlotte siblings: We don't talk about Rocks D Xebec no, We don't talk about Rocks no!

Buggy: It took Roger and Garp to fight him to death!

No,No.

Silver Axe: If he tells will cut your gut, just like he said.

No, No.

Chiki: He says all my hair would disappear, now look at my head!

No,no.

All: Your fate was sealed in all Davy Back Fights!

Kaidou: He told me the fight of my dreams would be promised and victory is mine, He told me my powers would grow like the walls of the Red Line. (Luffy tries to don't laugh)

Shanks: The White Beard Pirates are comming soon.

Miss Backins: He told me that the Man of my dreams would be out of my reach, wants family, but no lover. Is like I can hear him now…

Weevil: STRAW HAT! I want not a sound out of you!

Miss Backins: Is like I can hear now, I can hear him now!

Luffy : uh, Rocks, about Rocks, we really need to know about Rocks, and why Teach wants to be like Rocks.

Shanks trying to calm the pirates with run and wine:

Hey, guys! The booze is here!

Time for party!

While the others pirates are repeating their part while drunk, Robin put the pieces of information about Rocks D Xebec and finds out something disturbing,

We don't talk about Rocks D Xebec, no!

Why did I talk about Rocks?

Not a word about Rocks!

I never should brought out Rocks!

[krzdragon]

Sigh i dream of what could have been

I dreamt the entire Wano arc with the Shirohige pirates btw. Ace lived, and the focus was on their crew instead. I was recovering from fever and I'll never recreate the masterpiece again but I'm so glad 😭😭

[blacklegsanjiii]

More Love Mark AUs!

Shirohige!Sanji has to be a sight to behold for everyone. He's the baby. The first to leave a mark would be Marco, from being his doctor he leaves a long orangey blue stripe down Sanji's back. Izou leaves a purple on the back of his neck, Pops left a Sunny yellow on his head that blends in with his hair, Thatch a rosemary green on the palm of his hand from a high five, even Teach left a ruby red on his shin from tossing him overboard once. He's covered in colors from his time in the fleet, with people who love him.

When Ace sees him the first time, he's confused because the visible skin is covered in marks of all colors, so many that there's not a lot of blank skin left from what he sees. Ace sees the colors on the whole fleet, loved so wholly and deeply and cared for. Ace only has a few, from his mother, the mountain bandits, his brother and the Spade Pirates. No where near as decked as White Beard or others on the crew. Of course you still can't wipe away all that trauma but it helps. Ace is welcomed to the family easy and starts gathering marks not long after joining.

When he sees Sanji in Alabasta with his little brother, covering a decent amount of his marks with his suit where Ace just has his on display? Amazing. Also imagine Sanji's siblings all those colors from the Shirohige fleet, he still has the blue from his mother on one cheek but he's never been a Vinsmoke. He wears the colors he has with pride and that threatens Germa.

Trafalgar!Sanji only eight marks before he joins the strawhat crew. A golden hand print wrapped around his own left hand from Law, a lovely pink bear paw on his spine, a hand in black and a hand in orange on his ribs from when Shachi and Penguin both tickled him. Zeff, Patty, Carne, and Sora leave their marks as they've done in ASLxS but like imagine Law seeing Sanji in the yukata on Wano with a bunch more marks than he left. A sunny yellow hand print wrapped around Sanji's right hand from Luffy is the first one he notices. Then he sees the other marks and he sighs because he's not much better, his hand is covered in the same blue on Sanji's cheek, seemingly inherited, and his crew have left their marks all over him as well. Sanji calls his crew his fan club and Law says that's rich because of the actual fan club the Strawhat's have amassed.

[mrsportgas]

Ghost Ridders Cap.3

#Summary: Eight years ago, you were taken against your Will to Mary Goise to become the new slave of Saint Roswald, or rather, to living a hell on earth. One day, while you go with  him on a visit to a New World´s  island in the New World, but a familiar face appears. This creates the perfect opportunity for you to escape, join the Whitebeard Pirates, and discover more about your past, your abilities, and who you really are. All  while you try to endure your new crewmate, Portgas D. Ace, who is incredibly annoying... or perhaps incredibly irresistible? You haven't decided yet.

This story is based in the world of One Piece, with the same characters and timeline. Of course, this story is fiction created by me. Some of the timelines, names, and characters might be the same, also some names, characters, stories, or even personalities may be altered. The story is happening pre-time skip, while strawhats are in sabondy for the first time.

The first chapter is an introduction to the current story, which begins with Ace as your central romance. (This romance may shift to other characters as the story progresses, but don't worry, there's still plenty of Ace to come.) The story is written in first person. Female gender, Y/N, but feel free to change the gender, name, or anything else that makes you more comfortable.♡

Feel free to interact, likes and comments are very welcome!!!!!!! this hepl me keep writing!!! Suggestions and constructive criticism are also appreciated.

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"I don't need to hide behind Marco, trust me. Or do you need me to kick your ass again?” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Well, well, well, what a little brat we have here. You haven’t kicked anything, rookie. I know you like being close to me and the idea of touching me". - He surrounds my shoulders with his arms as he continued, “But it’s still too early for that, besides I don’t think Marco would like seeing his cute little sister all over me.” That cocky smile hanging around his lips all day was starting to become annoyingly familiar.

“Nobody’s going to be all over anybody. Besides, I prefer men, not little boys.” I said, brushing his arm off.

Ace started laughing, and before we realized we had finally reached the deck. Several crew members began calling out to Ace, asking him to tell them about his most recent mission and how he had single-handedly defeated an entire crew of marines.

In the distance, Marco raised an arm, signaling me to come over. At the table, Izou, Jozu, Thatch, and Fossa were talking with serious, calm expressions about crews next moves and pop´s directives. Marco moved to the side, leaving a spot next to him open, indicating for me to sit there.

“He told me you were dead, you know?” Our eyes met, intrigued by each other’s presence. “That’s why I didn’t look for you.” Marco’s words automatically brought images from the past to my mind. But it was too much, too painful.

“I also thought I was dead. Dead inside.” The images in my mind were becoming more terrifying, replaying everything I had lived through in Mary Geoise. “There are many things I want to tell you, but… right now, I can’t. It’s… too painful.”

“It’s okay, take your time. I just want to know if you’re okay, if you’ve been okay… Eight years ago, I lost track of you, and a few days ago, not only do I see you alive, but also a prisoner of a Celestial Dragon.”

“Our mother died so I could live,” I murmured.

“That was her choice, not your fault.” Marco continued “You should talk to Pops… one of these days, when you feel ready.”

“I suppose.”

Our conversation was quickly interrupted by a burst of fire, which all of us at the table, though caught off guard, surprisingly dodged with ease.

“Why the long faces, geezers? Come on, rookie, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the crew. You’ve sat down at the most boring table on the entire Moby Dick,” Ace said, putting his arm around my shoulders under Marco’s watchful eye.

“I know you like the idea of being close to me,” I said sarcastically, referencing our conversation from a few moments ago, “But I can go by myself, thank you very much.” Marco’s gaze intensified as he fixed it on Ace’s arms.

Marco wasn’t new to this, and he knew exactly how Ace was with girls—his modus operandi, his womanizing ways, and of course, how much he enjoyed annoying Marco. But above all, he was afraid of you falling into his charm, or you suffering disappointment since Ace had never been with the same girl for more than one night. As soon as you landed on the next island, he would seek new entertainment, and by the next morning, on the next island, he would take another girl to the Moby Dick until he got tired, and so on and on.

“You know? I love driving Marco crazy,” Ace whispered in my ear. Driving Marco crazy? That’s it—all those words and approaches were just to tease Marco. My stomach turned, but it doesn’t matter because I don’t like him, I don’t like him at all, he might even annoy me.

Yes! That’s it!! Plus I´ve know him just for a few days.

I got up from the table, trying to escape from Marco and Ace gazes for a while, not really knowing where to go since there weren’t many girls or people my age, except for a few of Whitebeard’s nurses and, well… Ace.

Soon, I spotted Vista, and although so far he had been one of the few who had said a few words to me, a huge smile hid behind his peculiar mustache—a smile that gave me enough confidence to approach. He was sitting around a bonfire while another man played a guitar and the others sang with enthusiasm. Next to him, a huge lynx lay resting. It must have sensed my presence as I approached because, with an uncertain look, it quickly sat up, and the closer I got, the more it let out small growls.

“He likes you, doesn’t he, Kotatsu?” Vista said with an even bigger smile

Responding with a smile of my own, I sat down next to the huge feline. “I get along well with animals; sometimes I prefer them over people.”

Vista let out a laugh, and the lynx lay back down, placing one of its paws on my lap.

As the night wore on and after a long chat with Vista and some of the other members who joined our conversation from time to time, my gaze occasionally crossed with Ace’s in the distance, who was dancing and drinking with the crew merrily.

Suddenly, he jumped onto a table, dancing and doing somersaults, though due to the alcohol, he looked more like a clumsy clown, and as his gaze met mine, he stepped on one of the plates, and unable to catch himself, his face slammed into the table. The burst of laughter from the crew was the biggest I had witnessed so far. Ace lifted his face and laughed, blushing like crazy, a hand ran through his hair in search of his hat to cover his face.

I had to admit it—he was handsome, very handsome.

On his cheek, blood oozed red from a cut he had gotten from the impact. Marco, sighing and with all the calm in the world, walked over to where Ace was, “Come on, time to sleep.” Ace, still a bit affected by the alcohol and not quite understanding why his friend wanted to spoil his fun by taking him to bed, turned around, “It’s still early, Marco, don’t be a party pooper.”

“It’s almost dawn; it’d be better if I treat that wound, and you go to sleep. You can barely stand,” Marco said as he and Thatch took Ace, putting his arms over their shoulders and dragging him toward the infirmary. It was then that Ace, as he passed by my side, quickly straightened up and approached my spot.

“Well, looks like you can walk by yourself now…” Thatch said sarcastically.

“Look, rookie, now we match” Ace said, pointing to the wound on his cheek. Without giving me time to respond, he continued, “If you want, I can take you to my room… I mean, to your room… This ship is very big; it’s easy to get lost” he said, babbling.

Behind him, Marco, furious and clearly tired of babysitting, quickly grabbed Ace’s arm. “Nobody’s taking anyone anywhere, except me taking you to the infirmary,” Marco exclaimed. “And you, go to bed right now,” he continued, this time in a calm voice, clearly addressing me.

I woke up the next day—well, more like the afternoon. Marco wasn’t in his bed anymore, so I assumed he was in the infirmary. I quickly washed up and dressed. On the floor in front of the door, there was a note:

“Come to the kitchen when you read this.” – Thatch.

I headed to the kitchen to find Thatch and a few othermembers washing dishes and cleaning up the mess from the previous night’s party. So, I started helping with gathering plates and glasses to take them to the sink.

“Ah, there you are” Thatch said from afar. “Come, take this food to the boxes. We need to make sure we have enough food for the night; I don’t want to hear Ace complaining about being hungry.” My look of surprise made him continue, “Haven’t you talked to Marco?”

“No, I haven’t seen him yet.”

“Good, you’re coming with the First and Fourth Divisions to the island. We’ll arrive in an hour. You should change your clothes; I think there are some black suits in the storage room. Since it’s nighttime, that’ll be the best option for you to blend in.” And as he walked away, he remembered he haven´t mention the most important thing, he stops and continued. “The Second Division has its own mission too; if something goes wrong, we’ll have to support them. Don’t worry, from what I saw a few days ago, you have no problem defending yourself,” he said with a kind smile.

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I found the storage room easily, thanks to Thatch’s directions. Inside the boxes, all sorts of gadgets were hidden behind the lids. In one of them, there were military-style clothing and gear. I grabbed one of the black jumpsuits, the smallest one I could find, and returned to my room to change and tie up my hair.

Not wasting much more time, I went back up to the deck. Thatch greeted me again with a smile. “This island is part of our territory, Whitebeard’s Pirates’ territory. We believe another crew has taken it, so the Second Division will go to defeat them, while we’ll gather supplies in the forest.”

No sooner said than done, I headed down to the port along with Tatch and Kotatsu, who now wouldn’t leave my side. Before us, a vast island with a tropical landscape lay, filled with towering and endless palm trees.

As we walked down a long dirt road, Kotatsu suddenly dashed ahead, heading straight towards the front lines where the first division was located, leaping and licking a boy with blue hair and a mask.

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Just as we were almost done, a tremendous explosion caught our attention. As we approached the source of the noise, I noticed that one of the crew members’ eyes changed color, and his ears grew on top of his head; he had caught a scent and was already racing towards the sound without hesitation. Shouts and echoes of gunfire filled the forest, and the urgency of the situation became clear.

“It looks like the Second Division had company,” one of them noted as we began to move faster.

‘Go ahead with Kotatsu, grab a cart, and he’ll pull it. I’ll see if Marco is finished as well.’ Tatch speak up.

‘Let’s go, Kotatsu,’ I said to the large lynx with a smile. He responded with a lick on my face and eagerly set off to pull the cart.

After a while on the long road, suddenly, unfamiliar laughter and shadows emerged from the darkness of the forest. ‘Well, look at what we have here,’ said one of the men. ‘A little girl with her pet.’

Pirates. Probably the ones who were besieging the town.

‘Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to go out alone at night?’ said another, as more men emerged from the shadows.

About ten pirates positioned themselves around us, blocking any escape routes. Kotatsu began to get nervous, whimpering and looking around frantically. ‘Easy,’ I said, placing one of my hands on his fur. ‘Take these supplies to the ship; I’ll handle them.’

The animal immediately calmed down and, now composed, resumed his path towards the ship.

‘Where do you think you’re going with that little kitty?’ one of the pirates rushed at us.

My arms turned black as coal, and with quick, almost invisible movements, I delivered a powerful punch to the pirate. He fell to the ground, knocked out and unconscious. I looked at Kotatsu, nodding for him to continue on his way.

‘I guess no one told you that stalking around at night is wrong.’ I said.

The remaining nine pirates tensed up, taking positions to fight. Two quickly lunged at me, but I swiftly dodged them, striking them with my arms. A third hit me with his sword, and I fell to the ground. Dazed from the blow, I knew I had to do something—something more. The pirates began to crowd around me, preparing to attack all at once to capture me more easily.

I looked at the sky: a crescent moon. Perfect. No danger.

It was the perfect time to use my devil fruit. It had been too long since I last fought, and even longer since I fought in this form, but it was better to try.

A massive snow white dragon appeared before the incredulous eyes of the pirates. With great ease, I struck down several with my claws, and a loud roar sent the rest fleeing towards the city, terrified and panic-stricken. Easy.

I took to the sky, spotting Kotatsu running towards the port, where the rest of the divisions were patiently waiting for us to return.

In the city square, the second division was fiercely battling the rival crew, completely surrounded by flames. In one corner, the boy with blue hair was lying on the ground, struggling to fend off two men attacking him mercilessly.

I continued my flight towards the square. Since I had taken the form of a dragon, I might as well put it to use. The sensation of flying again filled my body with happiness, the wind rushing against my face and the night breeze give me strength and hope.

To the cries and surprise of those in the square, I descended. With great force and ease, I struck down the men harassing the blue-haired boy, who was now petrified by the enormous creature before him, fainting completely. Some of the opposing pirates threw arrows, knives, and hurled any object they could find at me. Meanwhile, I tried to strike anyone who stood in our way with my long limbs.

There were hardly any pirates left from the rival crew when a large blaze formed a path, illuminating the square. ‘Your captain is unconscious. You better leave now if you don’t want to meet the same fate,’ said Ace as he emerged from the flames.

The few remaining ruffians ran towards the port where the flames subsided, searching for their ship and an escape.

I turned my head towards the blue-haired boy, who was still unconscious on the ground. I approached him, picked him up with one of my claws, and headed towards the Moby Dick.

‘¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡Deuce!!!!!!’ Ace shouted, sounding desperate. He quickly ignited his fist, launching a fireball towards my body.

‘¡Wait Ace!’ Marco grabbed his arm, lowering it, causing the fire to dissipate. ‘She’s got Deuce,’ Ace yelled, pointing at me. Marco stood still as the dragon’s body, now engulfed in flames, began to absorb all the fire.

FIRE. A deep, resonant voice grew stronger within me.

Damn. My vision started to blur, more and more until everything turned black.

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‘Come back... Y/N... you have to come back now, or the boy will die’—my mother appeared before me, her sweet voice repeating the same thing over and over as she stroked my hair.

‘Come back where, Mom? What boy…?’

A black shadow once again took over my vision.

In the distance, I heard the waves crashing and a silence; nothing could be heard, just the calm of the high seas at night. That’s it, the sea….

The black color started to change to a dark blue, and the moonlight illuminated the deck of an enormous ship far away. Everything returned to its place. What have you done…? How long have I been gone…? Without thinking, I looked at my claw, and behind my talons, the young boy still lay unconscious. I looked around, realizing I had flown so high that I was above the few clouds that remained in that vast sky. In the distance, the Moby Dick. I was about to head there when my entire body was overwhelmed by the deep wounds now covering me. Damn it. What have you been doing….?

Despite the intense pain my body felt, I took flight and quickly reached the deck of the Moby Dick. A few crew members were still storing and organizing supplies while Whitebeard and several other commanders were in the center, deep in discussion.

Barely in control of my movements, I released the boy onto the deck, opening my claw, and landed as best I could, all under the watchful eye of Whitebeard and the horrified cries of some crew members, terrified by such a beast.

‘Y/N, where were you?!??’ Marco was running, shouting in my direction. ‘Are you out of your mind? You know you can’t do that at night; you knew, and you didn’t care,’ he continued as I slowly changed back to my human form. ‘And what happened to you? Where were you? You’ve been missing for two hours; look at you, covered in wounds! What have you done?!’

The entire crew, commanders, and even Whitebeard himself turned their heads, astonished at the incredible scene. A girl, now naked, standing with a serious expression, lay before them.

‘I’m fine,’ I said, which would be the last thing I said that night as I collapsed from the intense pain I felt. Now, safe among my comrades, I could finally pass out.

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I woke up with a start and a muffled scream, waking Kotatsu, who was sleeping on the floor next to my bed. On the other side, in a second bed, the blue-haired boy looked at me, intrigued.

‘I think he likes you,’ he said with no emotion in his voice, pointing at the lynx. ‘You can call me Deuce.’

‘I’m Y/N. I’ve never seen you before. But to be honest, I haven’t been here long either,’ I said, laughing.

‘I don’t come out much… from the library I mean… unless there’s a mission.’

Marco burst through the door, looking frantic. ‘Does anything hurt?’ Marco asked, breathless. ‘When you didn’t return to the ship… I… God, you scared me to death.’ Marco hugged me tightly. ‘Thank Deuce; he healed you this morning, so there’s hardly any trace of the wounds left.’

‘Bah, something I read in a book,’ Deuce replied, still with a serious, albeit faintly trembling, expression.

‘We’re staying on the island for another week in case those idiots decide to come back… Now, go, both of you. You have the afternoon and night off. And Y/N… Don’t transform into anything else...please.’

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The mirror in the room I shared with Marco was smaller than I’d like, but it was enough to see how all the wounds on my body were now barely shadows.

‘Y/N?’ Izou called from the door.

“Izou!” I responded with a big smile and quickly opened the door.

“The crew is heading to the town's bar tonight... Do you want to come? I’m not sure how you’re feeling after last night…”

“I’ll be there,” I replied quickly. Izou gave a small smile and disappeared down the hallway.

I figured I should go to town, maybe find a salon and buy some clothes. The tips of my hair, now a honey color, were already starting to return to their natural shade. It wouldn’t hurt to change my look a bit and be less recognizable… But first, I needed to find some money.

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I bought several skirts, pants, tops, and dresses, and then headed to the salon.

“I want it honey-colored and with bangs, please” I told the hairdresser. She proceeded just as I asked, and after a few hours, the work was done.

“It looks great. Are you going to the bar later?”

“Maybe,” I said, laughing.

“You should go; everyone’s going tonight. The Whitebeard Pirates defeated those thugs yesterday and all the young people in town will be there to celebrate. Oh, and the Whitebeard Pirates will be there too, or so I’ve heard! You should go; all the girls are talking about Fire Fist Ace being there.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s that big of a deal,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“They say he’s handsome, and he always leaves with some girl. It could be you!”

Ugh. No, please.

“Well, don’t tell me you’re not interested… Although, you might need to be careful—he's a pirate." she said, laughing cheerfully as she saw the disgust on my face.

Disgust? Did he really disgust you that much?

“If you’re going, it’s best if I do your makeup. Want some? Something natural! Don’t worry, it’s on the house! I’m sure you’ll catch the attention of the guys, maybe even Fire Fist Ace attention!”

“Thank you so much, I’d love that. Although I’m not trying to get anyone’s attention tonight,” I laughed.

I left the salon just as the sun was setting, so I headed straight to the bar.

The hairdresser had let me use her private bathroom to change clothes, so I put on a dress and some not-too-high heels that she insisted a bit too much on me wearing. It was hard to walk since I’d never worn heels before, but I was slowly getting the hang of it.

The bar was down the street, and a large crowd was already gathering in front of the place.

I entered the bar, trying to spot any members of the crew. At the first table, a group of countless girls was trying to get closer and closer to the center, where, of course, Ace was. With a big smile and laughing, he was relating how he had bravely fought the captain of those ruffians. The girls were squealing, touching him, and even moving around him, trying to get his attention.

I walked past them and towards the back, where Vista, Izou, Marco, and several other commanders were sharing large barrels of beer.

“Wow, Y/N, you look… stunning,” Izou said, eyes wide.

“We almost didn’t recognize you, kid,” Vista chuckled.

“I’m not a kid, I’m 25, you know,” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“You’ll always be a kid,” Marco whispered as he hugged me.

“Here, Y/N, have some beer,” Jozu said kindly, though handing me the mug a bit roughly.

The truth is, I didn’t like beer at all. So I got up to the bar in search of another drink. “I’ll be right back.”

At the bar, Deuce, with the longest face I’d ever seen on him, was staring at the table, lost in thought.

“What are you doing here alone?” I asked, standing next to him.

“Ace made me come.”

The bartender interrupted our conversation. A tall guy with brown hair and honey-colored eyes spoke with a big smile on his face. “So, what would you like?”

“The same as him,” I replied, pointing at Deuce.

The guy turned around, ready to prepare my drink.

“You know, maybe you shouldn’t stare at people… so intensely…” Deuce smiled slightly. I’d say this wasn’t very characteristic of him.

“Oh my god, was I staring that much?” We both laughed, but another voice interrupted our chat.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know what you’ve done to Deuce, but it’s been years since I’ve seen him laugh.” Ace approached from behind, grabbing Deuce by the shoulders. “Although I’m not surprised; I’d be happy too if I were with such a pretty girl.”

He looked at me, and his eyes widened. He hadn’t recognized me.

“Y/N… I didn’t recognize you,” he said, laughing.

“Here you go, on the house,” the young bartender interrupted, winking at me.

“Well, well, looks like someone’s getting lucky,” Ace crossed his arms, now with a faint smile.

“Ace!!! Come over here tell us again how you defeated those pirates!” some girls shouted from a table in the distance.

“Duty calls,” Ace said, turning around and running towards the table where the girls were sighing at his stories, dancing, and trying to get him to take them out dancing.

After watching him for a second, Deuce returned to his drink. “Ace is always the center of attention,” he said with an indifferent tone.

“Yeah, he seems to be good at it,” I responded, watching how Ace moved easily through the crowd, enjoying the affection he received.

“I guess that’s what happens when you’re that charismatic,” Deuce continued, taking another sip.

“And handsome,” I added without thinking, which made Deuce raise an eyebrow and look at me curiously.

“So, you think he’s handsome?”

I felt myself blush and quickly tried to correct my comment.

“Well, it’s a fact, isn’t it? I mean, all those girls aren’t after him for nothing.”

I stayed at the bar for a moment, watching how Ace moved among the girls with his typical confidence. I smiled to myself; it was amusing how his presence could light up a place in seconds. But I wasn’t there to watch Ace; I had come to enjoy the night and, if possible, relax a bit after everything that had happened.

I turned to Deuce, who was still somewhat pensive, though with a slight smile on his lips. "So Ace dragged you here, huh? Doesn’t seem like your kind of place," I said, trying to keep the conversation light.

Deuce sighed, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah, well, Ace has always been the life of the party. Sometimes it’s just easier to go along with it than to resist.Ace had that strange ability to pull everyone along at his pace, almost as if it were impossible to say no to him". He proceed.

"So, what about you? What do you do when you’re not going along with Ace’s plans?"

Deuce looked at me, and for a moment, I thought he was going to close up again. But instead, he seemed to relax a bit more. "Usually, I’m busy writing. Sometimes I like to get lost in words, write stories, reflect on what we’ve experienced at sea… It’s kind of an escape, I suppose."

I was a bit surprised by the revelation. Deuce seemed more thoughtful than most of the other pirates, but I hadn’t imagined he was a writer.

"That sounds interesting. Have you ever thought about sharing what you write?"

Deuce smiled, this time with a bit more warmth. "Maybe someday. For now, I do it for myself. It’s a way to process everything that happens around us."

I nodded, understanding. Sometimes, in a world as chaotic as ours, it was necessary to find a way to vent, to channel all the emotions and experiences we accumulated.

The conversation flowed naturally, and for a while, I forgot about the bustling crowd around us. It was nice to have a calm conversation, without the usual distractions. However, eventually, the noise in the bar began to intensify, and I noticed more members of the crew joining in the festivities.

"Looks like things are picking up," I said, looking around.

Deuce nodded. "Yeah, and it’ll probably get crazier as the night goes on."

At that moment, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and when I turned around, I found Marco, smiling at me with his usual calmness. "Come to the table. We’ve ordered some food, and we don’t want you guys to miss out."

I nodded, grateful for the invitation. "Sure, let’s go."

The night was filled with laughter, music, camaraderie ( and of cause Ace´s eyes meeting yours all night long), and I realized that despite all the complications, I had found a place where I could be myself, surrounded by people who, even though they were pirates, were like family. And that, amidst all the chaos, was what truly mattered.

The atmosphere in the bar was at its peak, with the music booming and laughter echoing throughout the place. However, Ace wasn’t the only one drawing attention.

The bartender, that tall guy with brown hair and honey-colored eyes who had winked at me earlier, seemed to be watching me from behind the bar. Every time I approached to order something or just passed by, he found some excuse to talk to me or give me a compliment. At first, I ignored it, thinking he was just being friendly, but when he insisted on giving me another drink on the house, I couldn’t help but notice the uncomfortable look on Deuce’s face next to me.

"Wow, you’ve become the star of the night," Deuce commented quietly, half-jokingly.

"What?" I asked, confused by his remark.

"The bartender hasn’t stopped looking at you since you walked in," Deuce clarified with a slight smile.

I turned towards the bar, and sure enough, the bartender was preparing another drink for me without me even asking. He approached with the glass in hand and a smile that seemed overly enthusiastic.

"This one’s on the house, for the most beautiful girl of the night," he said, handing me the glass. His words were flattering, but there was something in his tone that made me feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Thanks, but it really wasn’t necessary," I responded.

"It’s just a small gesture. I can’t help it; when I see someone so special, I like to make sure they’re enjoying the night."

Before I could respond, I felt a presence beside me, and when I turned my head, I found Ace standing there. His expression no longer showed the carefree smile from before. There was a seriousness in his eyes that I rarely saw, and his posture was tense, as if he was about to confront an enemy.

"Thanks for the gesture," Ace said, taking the drink from my hands before I could even taste it and downing the whole thing in one gulp. "But I don’t think she needs anything else tonight."

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Things are about to get spicyyyy whittt ACEEEEE

Shittttttt.

Now what Y/N should do?!?!!?

NEXT CHAPTER

[zethsdumpster]

I bought some new markers uwu

[one-piece-user-boxes]

[quinloki]

Never have I ever been so drunk at a party i woke up in the backyard pool with terrible sharpie dicks all over

-💧

I'm going to assume you're tossing this out to the WBP since that's usually who you and I talk about XD

Everyone pauses for a moment in consideration and then they all sigh and push the shots away.

"Unfortunately, Izou's dicks aren't terrible, yoi." Marco laments.

"They're actually pretty tasteful." Jozu agrees.

"Vista's are pretty awful, but there wasn't a pool that time." Izou teases and everyone chuckles.

Alas, that seems to be the way of it.

Never have I ever Blorbo edition