#bad izo

[piratehunted]

this is an izo propaganda post

"Who's Hotter?" Beware of the Pretty Face

[penkura]

Father's Day Moments

Note: Sorry this so late today, I've been busy with my own stuff this weekend, but I got it done! :) This is simply Father's Day moments with a small surprise in each of them, I had a blast writing these. 💚 I know again that this day can be hard for some, so if this isn't something you're okay with reading, please feel free to skip it and read something makes you happy today. 💚💚

Ace has rarely ever thought about Father’s Day, considering his own issues with his father and all that growing up. Even after joining the Whitebeard Pirates he never thought too much of the day, only when Marco or someone else brought it that it was about that time of year. Once he has own his children, the sweet little girls you both share, he still doesn’t think about the day as being that important, it feels more for the kids then it does for the dad in his mind. You do most of the caring for your daughters anyway, even though Ace helps as much as he can when he’s not busy, you two are a team, you should use the day to rest together, right?

That’s why, after you get Rogue and Ann to give Ace the little handmade cards you helped them with (he’s not crying, you’re seeing things), Ace tries to pass the girls off to Marco and Izo for the day, having asked the two the day before if they could take the girls off the ship for the afternoon so you two could relax together. They both had agreed, you find it very odd they’re so willing to take the two when they’ve jokingly called your daughters little hell fires, Rogue and Ann are happy to go with them onto the island you’re docked at for a couple hours.

You’re still skeptical even when all Ace does is pull you into bed for a nap (just a nap, he swears when you ask if he’s got other motives). “Ace, what’s this all about? You know it’s—”

“Father’s Day, yeah, I know,” Ace buries his face in your hair and you can’t help but nearly melt in his arms, he’s so warm all the time, it feels so nice just to lay with him, “But you deserve some time off too~”

The way he nuzzles into your neck makes you giggle, wanting to say something about how you already had your day until he speaks up again.

“I wanna have another baby with you~”

That’s not a surprise to you, he’s said it several times since Ann turned four and you first brought it up, just wondering what his opinion would be and Ace promising he’d get back to you when he had decided. He finally did just about a week or two ago, right after her birthday, telling you that one more would be perfect, your family would be complete whether boy or girl.

“Yeah, that sounds good, Ace.”

It’s a few moments of silence before you hear him snoring, but it still makes you laugh softly before running your fingers through his hair while he sleeps.

“Happy Father’s Day, you dork.”

~~

Father’s Day had left a bad taste in Law’s mouth for a long time, having lost his own father and then Corazon, it first made him resent the day before it became just another day that meant time was passing by. No one to celebrate meant he could ignore it, until you came along and blessed him with your son and daughter, the two angels he watches play doctor almost every day with their stuffed animals. Eight-year-old Rosi and two-year-old Cora, both his spitting image and the brightest part of his days, apart from you obviously.

The day is quiet while your children play, Law trying to take a nap for once when he feels someone come over and put something on his chest, cracking one eye open to see Cora has her toy stethoscope while Rosi holds her up so she can reach, and it makes him smile. They’re both just darling, even if Rosi is reaching the point where he’ll say how embarrassing such statements are.

“What’s up? I need a checkup from Dr. Cora?”

She giggles and nods, while Rosi huffs a little. Cora has gotten so big, its hard for him to hold her for very long. He asks if she’s almost done, when she nods again and takes her toy off Law’s chest.

“All done!” Law ruffles her hair a bit and thanks her, as Rosi tells her they should go check her stuffed bunny now. The two hurry back to their toys, as Law tries again to nap before he feels like someone else is watching him, opening his eyes to see you leaned over giving him a smile.

“Have you gotten to rest at all?”

“No, but it’s fine,” shaking his head a bit, Law notices you seem to want to say something, and gives you a look, “You okay?”

“Mm,” nodding you look over to your children, watching them briefly as they wrap bandages around the bunny’s ears, “Just…what would you say to one more?”

Law raises an eyebrow and sees how fidgety you are by asking, wondering if you’ve already gotten an answer and you’re just double checking with him that it would be okay, or if you just suddenly have baby fever again. Either way, he doesn’t think it would be a bad thing. It would be welcomed.

“I think that would be fine…”

The way you light up and grin makes Law start to smile too, even when you begin to ramble a bit about how you haven’t felt well, which he knew already, and how you had gone and taken a pregnancy test, and well, looks like your ‘one more’ is coming sooner than expected based on the pink plus sign when you show him the test. Rosi and Cora were both planned, and while this one wasn’t, there’s an excitement in his heart that Law can’t deny at the thought of having another child with you.

Its not such a bad Father’s Day gift honestly.

~~

To be honest, Penguin never thought he’d be this lucky. He never thought he’d be lucky enough to find you, to get married and have two daughters with you, and now have the joy of bringing home your newborn son on Father’s Day, two days old and baby Sage has joined his sisters in your home, the eight-year-old and four-year-old girls both squealing over how tiny he is.

Penguin beams with pride while he watches them, Wren has gotten over her jealousy of having little siblings ever since Ivy started to get older and could play with her. When you told them the baby was a boy, they were both ecstatic to get a baby brother, and loved coming to the hospital to see and meet him.

As the two try to push each other out of the way to see him while Penguin holds Sage, you put your hands on their heads and quiet them down.

“Hey now, that’s enough. We don’t want to scare him. Don’t you two something for daddy anyway?”

Wren gasps loudly before nodding and grabbing Ivy’s hand, yelling for Penguin to wait there while they ran off to their room. He gives you a confused look while you sit beside him and start to coo at Sage.

“Babe, what’d you do?”

“I didn’t do anything. It was all them.”

When they finally come back, both are holding drawings they’d made the other day with you watching them (mostly since they were using markers). Wren had drawn your whole family as penguins while Ivy had mostly done stick figure drawings of your now family of five, both making sure to include the newest addition. They both tell Penguin ‘happy Father’s Day’ as they hand the pictures over, and he has to fight to not to cry while he hugs them close, kissing them both on the cheek multiple times and making them giggle.

“You’re both the best daughters I could’ve ever asked for!”

~~

Sanji doesn’t take a day off, what are you talking about? The man is a chef, a professional one at that, and with your twins tenth birthday just two days away, he’s busy making their birthday cakes and all the snacks and treats their friends are going to want at the party too. Even though he knows it’s Father’s Day, you know it too, your twins and second daughter have already given him the cards they’d made, he did cry and didn’t try to hide it, and he went right back to work. It might be a day for him to relax, but he doesn’t for more than those few minutes earlier in the day. He’d taken your three-month-old son Elie after you’d finished nursing him, strapping him against his chest in a baby carrier and getting to work while your baby slept against him so you could rest instead.

Honestly, it kind of made you feel bad because you’d already gotten your day, and Sanji was using his to prepare for your twins birthday party and watch your youngest son, your older three children were busying themselves with cleaning their rooms. You’ve already finished the laundry for the day and go to the kitchen to see Sanji isn’t up and cooking at the moment, instead sitting at the table and playing with your small son’s hands while talking to him while Elie looks up at him.

“I feel really blessed to have all of you, Elie. I really hope that you and your siblings know that as you grow up…” Sanji sighs a bit and places a soft kiss on Elie’s head, “I never want you to feel like I did.”

“They won’t,” you surprise Sanji by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek, “You’re a wonderful father and doing so well with them, Sanji. Just from watching you with all four of our babies, they all absolutely love you.”

“My love—”

“And don’t argue with me, you know its true.”

Sanji laughs and nods, knowing he’d lose that argument in a heartbeat. You’re always so headstrong and just want him to realize that yes, he’s doing a million times better than his own father did, he’s on par with Zeff nowadays, who your kids also have come to adore as their grandfather.

You look around the kitchen a bit, asking if Sanji wants any help, before he starts listing off everything he still has to do and you just watch him. He starts to take Elie out of the baby carrier and hand him over to you as he sees the look on your face.

“Yeah, I’ll uh…sit with Elie while you cook.”

He laughs again, before kissing your forehead and giving you a smile. “That would be wonderful, my love.”

~~

You never truly know how to celebrate Father’s Day when the father of your children is Zoro. It feels like he doesn’t care about it, even when you roll your eyes at him and tell him just to tell you what he wants, before he shrugs and says he doesn’t need anything. He’s got you, Keitaro, and Kuina, and the rest of the Straw Hats, what else could he possibly want or need? There’s nothing material he needs really, unless you want to get him the expensive sake he likes but you think a liquor store owner might find it highly concerning that a seven-month pregnant woman is buying alcohol, which just made Zoro laugh at you when you brought that up.

Ah right, that’s right, it’s not just you, your two children, and the rest of the Straw Hats anymore, or won’t be in a few short weeks. The baby you actually planned this time would be joining you all soon, that’s more than enough. He definitely doesn’t need anything when he thinks about that, just that you and this baby are safe through the rest of your pregnancy and the birth. That’s all he really wants.

Maybe some of that sake still but he’ll get that another way.

His morning meditation that day is interrupted when he senses Keitaro nearby, the seven-year-old trying to sneak up and catch Zoro off guard, though it never works thanks to his observation haki. Even when your son throws his arms around him and yells “gotcha!”, Zoro just smirks a bit, keeping his eyes closed.

“I knew you were there.”

“Daaaad, you’re cheating!” Keitaro whines and pouts, trying to climb onto Zoro’s back before giving up and going around to sit in his lap. “Mama said haki is cheating!”

“That’s only cause your mom can’t sneak up on me either.” He opens his one good eye and stares down at his little clone, the boy still pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. “Where’re your mom and sister?”

“Umm, Kuina’s still asleep, and mama was awake, but said she was going to lay down cause the baby was making her sleepy again.”

“And what are you doing up so early?”

Keitaro starts to look away a bit, shyly trying not to give anything up, before leaning his head against Zoro’s chest and saying “I wanted to hang out just with you…”

When he was younger, Zoro never thought that having kids was for him. He thought they’d get in the way, that there wasn’t any reason to really have them around apart from legacy, but then you showed up and turned everything upside down. Keitaro wasn’t planned, but he’d brought so much more to both your lives than either of you expected. Your sweet Kuina was a surprise too, you swear she’s made Zoro softer in more recent years, something he tries to deny but everyone else can see it when she’s got his attention.

And your coming addition, the one that was planned, even if they hadn’t been you still would welcome this baby happily. Sometimes, Zoro still isn’t sure that fatherhood suits him, but you swear to him that he’s the best father you’ve ever seen, even better than your own, and maybe you’re right, just from how Keitaro quietly wants to spend time with his dad, just the two of them before the day really gets started. Its more apparent when Kuina convinces him to read to her, and when your unborn child kicks at his hand while he talks to them.

“All right, buddy,” Zoro sets one hand on Keitaro’s back and strokes his hair with the other, watching as he starts to fall back asleep too, not used to being up this early, “You stay with me for now then.”

Maybe he’s not so bad at this fatherhood thing after all.

[zoro-sremedy]

In the fine print. Three. After hours

Brief summary:

A merger puts them on opposite sides of the table… and then all over each other. Sex, secrets, and sabotage—falling wasn’t part of the plan, but some deals are made in whispers and signed between the sheets.

Word Count: 7.3k

Risk assessment 18+ mdni, smut and crack, stablished relationship, reader is unprotected, spanking, backshots, soft dom/dom vibes.

a/n: i know it's long, but it'll be worth it, trust me. or maybe i'm putting myself up on a pedestal? who knows, i really enjoyed writing this for purely selfish reasons and i share it just for that too! hehe

If there was a chirp in your step or a shine in your aura, nobody commented. But you could fucking feel it and wanted to make it stop. But how could you? Zoro's morning text just made your day and the thought of finally having him all to yourself had you all giddy.

After a quick update to Izo who wanted to know if you hooked up, then the Ace situation—he promised he would skin Ace alive himself. Which you hope he does. Then the day happened by you fast between documents and sorting things out to start the process of the upscale of the eastern docks.

By the time lunch came around, you and your secretary were having lunch when you heard the ping of your phone take you out of your gossipy moment with her. Seeing Zoro's name bright on your screen had your full attention now, but not in good news.

Zoro:

Hope you're having a nice lunch, unlike me trapped in a boring ass meeting. Have some… bad news.

You:

I am, not a prisoner of work at the moment, sorry to hear that. What happened?

Zoro replied instantly:

We're going to have to cancel our meet up. Someone fucked something up in America and I'll be leaving after this meeting for a few days to see what's going on.

You deflated completely, your perky demeanor so gone that even your secretary asked if there was anything wrong.

You:

Oh, shit. It's okay, I understand. Trust me, have a safe trip to the States 😘

You assured your secretary everything was okay and thought he wouldn't probably text back. Instead, he decided to give you a call. You were very surprised by this, excusing yourself a moment to go far away from the people. "Hello?" You answered a little dubious, perhaps he butt dialed?

But his deep voice came out just as clear, "Love." You couldn't deny the way the new nickname settled on you made your knees weak a little. But you wouldn't let it show, not right now.

You could hear the exasperated sigh that left his body, "you sound upset," you quipped back playfully. He chuckled a little, "I am upset. Was looking forward to dessert tonight."

You could feel the heat rise to your ears, the reminder of the promise lingering with an air of desire. "Me too. But you know, work is work," you answered like a kid not getting their promised candy. He was not any better, listening to your voice on the phone made him just want to drop everything, but if he was anything but disciplined. "Fuck work, I'm so firing someone today."

This made an honest laugh leave your body that made him relax in his chair, "I really wanted to see you." He added, this time softer, warmer and it made you happy, to see he was not the only one feeling this.

"Me too, kinda' miss those lips on me." He groaned in return as you laughed softly once again. "Please, don't do this to me now. I might not even make it to the airport."

He's so cute like this. "And we wouldn't want that, of course." You answered back teasingly. "I don't want it, it's such bad timing." He complained, almost child-like.

It was all really cute, honestly. "Go, Zoro. I'll be right here when you come back," you promised him, "I'll take care of you once you're back."

You could hear him take a breath in, "Promise?"

"Pinky swear, love"

He chuckled, satisfied with the answer, "I'll make it as quick as possible." You looked at the flower on the bushes, wondering if they always looked this cute. "Please do."

The call ended on a light note and some promises that had to be kept or you'd combust.

Later that night, after having to bring some documents home and a wine bottle. Zoro's name lights up on your phone.

Zoro:

Landed. Missing you already. Promise me you’re behaving.

You:

Depends on your definition of behaving 😇

Zoro:

Don’t make me get on the next flight back. I will.

Next day, during work:

You:

You alive or did corporate America eat you?

Zoro:

Barely alive. Missed lunch because these suits can’t get their shit together. Thinking about you is the only thing keeping me sane. How's work over there?

You:

You’re so dramatic. 😭 But also you’re cute. I'm swamped, like pulling nights kind of swamp.

Zoro:

Take good care of yourself. Don't wanna see you all burnt out, love.

That evening:

Zoro:

Can’t sleep. Jetlag. Wanna hear your voice.

You:

If I call you right now I’ll end up saying things I shouldn’t. 😳

Zoro:

That’s exactly why you should.

Day before his return:

You:

Are you back tomorrow?

Zoro:

Yeah. You’re the first person I wanna see.

You:

Come visit me for lunch then, Mr. Businessman. 🍱

Zoro:

Careful. Might not let you leave the elevator after.

You don't know how he managed to fix it in just 2 days, but you were not going to complain. You updated Izo on the recent and very frequent texting, which was delighted, already talking about you and Zoro as a power couple on social media because you both looked insanely good together.

Next day rolled fast under piles of work, you were honestly wondering where all this work was coming from because it had you really stressed, and it showed. And honestly? The only person helping you pull through was Zoro, the idea of seeing him today made you pull through the morning rush of paperwork while still looking half decent.

You were waiting by the lobby of the building where the restaurant was, scrolling through your phone when you caught sight of him—Zoro, in a crisp dark suit, no tie, a few buttons undone like he couldn't be bothered, walking toward you with that lazy, confident stride that made your chest tighten.

His hair was messy, probably from rushing through home to change after arriving. His eyes locked on you like he could eat you alive.

"Hey, love," he said, voice low enough to feel like a secret.

You barely had time to respond before he leaned down, pressed a quick kiss to your temple—innocent enough for the public, but the way his hand brushed the small of your back made heat bloom under your skin.

"You look great," he muttered under his breath, just for you.

You guided him toward the elevator, pretending you weren't wildly aware of how good he looked, or how many people were definitely stealing glances.

The elevator dinged open. Empty.

You both stepped inside.

The moment the doors slid shut, he was on you—backing you into the mirrored wall, mouth claiming yours in a kiss so fierce and starved it knocked the breath from your lungs.

You gasped against his mouth, fingers tangling in his shirt. His hands framed your face, tilting it up so he could kiss you deeper, slower, like he needed to make it count.

"Fuck," he muttered, forehead pressing against yours when he finally pulled back. His breathing was rough, like he'd just fought a damn battle. "Been thinking about this for days," he confessed.

You grinned, breathless. Lip gloss smeared between each other. "Guess I was worth surviving corporate America for." He laughed—low and sinful—then kissed you again, softer this time, slower, like he was memorizing the taste of you.

The elevator chimed.

You barely had time to fix your hair before the doors opened to your floor, and a group of people nearly walked into you both.

Zoro just smirked, tugged you protectively into his side, and whispered against your ear:

"Next time, I'm not letting you get away that easily."

You finally made it to a sky-high restaurant with an amazing view. “I promised I’ll take care of you once you’re back, so this is on me.” Zoro just gave you a long stare and flicked on your forehead softly. “Over my dead body, you yourself are enough, silly.”

You found a corner booth, and Zoro slid beside you, not across from you. You raised an eyebrow at that, but he said nothing, heart stupidly happy at how natural it felt. He just sat back, one arm thrown lazily over the backrest behind you, like he couldn't help but keep you close.

"So," you said, grinning over your menu. "Survived America?"

Zoro gave a grunt, rolling his eyes. "Barely. Bunch of idiots. Took everything not to walk out halfway through the meetings." He looked over at you, smirking a little softer now. "Only stayed because of the promise you made."

You felt your cheeks warm, hiding behind your menu. "Oh, come on," you teased.

"What?", he quipped, smirking at your flustering.

You kicked him lightly under the table to hide how flustered you were to no avail. He just chuckled, grabbing a fry from the little basket the waiter dropped off.

The conversation flowed so easily after that—

Between bites of food, you caught up: work chaos, stupid office gossip, your secretary's latest crush, Ace still being Ace (Zoro muttered something about "wringing his neck" that made you snort into your drink).

Zoro listened like it was the most important story he'd ever heard. Leaning in, nodding, sometimes reaching out to tuck a strand behind your ear without thinking.

But God, he made it hard.

"And you?" you asked finally, poking a fry at him. "Other than almost murdering your team?" Zoro shrugged, catching the fry from your hand and eating it— smirking when your mouth dropped open a little at his boldness.

"Nothing interesting. Meetings, flights, missing you."

He said it like he was telling you what the weather was—casual, simple—but his eyes pinned you to your seat.

You opened your mouth to answer but the heat rising up your neck gave you away first. Zoro just grinned like he knew exactly what he was doing.

"You look tired, though," he said, brushing his thumb lightly against the corner of your mouth to catch a crumb. His voice dropped lower. "Working too hard, huh?"

You swallowed thickly, nodding.

"I don't like it," he said simply. "You need to rest too. Not just work yourself into the ground."

The way he said it—not bossy, not teasing, just worried—it wrapped around you like a hug you didn’t know you needed.

"I'll rest soon," you promised, voice quieter. "I know," he muttered, like he was already planning to make sure of it himself.

You finished your food between more soft teasing and warm glances that spoke louder than words. By the time lunch ended, you didn't realize you hadn't stopped smiling once.

At the door, he caught your hand for a moment—not pulling you closer, just lacing your fingers together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He squeezed your hand once, then let go, walking you back to your building. The connection between you thrummed—strong, steady, impossible to ignore.

And you knew, deep in your chest:

This wasn't just flirting anymore.

This was becoming something real.

The next few days blurred into each other.

Work picked up like it had a personal vendetta against you, and overtime became your new normal. You barely had time to breathe, much less flirt—but Zoro never let you drift too far.

Texts here and there. Short calls on your late drives home. Little pictures he sent you—sometimes of his food with captions like "missing my lunch date," sometimes of sunsets with no caption at all, just because he thought you'd like them after you told him you loved them.

It was easy. Comfortable in a way that almost scared you. You didn't have to play games or play hard to get. He just… chose you. Quietly, consistently, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

And fuck, you wanted to see him again. You needed to see him.

You were working late again when you heard the buzz of your office intercom. You blinked at it, frowning. You hadn't ordered anything, had you?

"Miss, uh," the receptionist's voice crackled through, sounding a little flustered. "There's a, uh… a very large man here. Says he's here for you?"

You stifled a laugh.

Only one man fit that description.

"Send him up," you said, already smiling.

A few minutes later, Zoro walked in—a casual black t-shirt clinging to him obscenely well and gray sweatpants, a paper bag in one hand, and that lazy, confident smirk aimed right at you.

"You're gonna work yourself into an early grave," he said by way of greeting, setting the bag on your desk.

You dropped your pen and leaned back in your chair, smiling up at him. "Maybe," you teased. "But at least I'll die sexy." He snorted, reaching out to flick your forehead gently. "Idiot."

Your heart squeezed at how easy it was to fall back into this—how he made the whole world feel lighter just by standing in the room. "You brought me dinner?" you asked, pretending to bat your lashes at him.

"Yeah," he said, pulling containers. "Because you suck at taking care of yourself. And because," he added, tone softening, "I missed you." You didn't even bother hiding the way your face lit up. You just stood, walked around the desk, and hugged him.

He stiffened for half a second—like he wasn't expecting it— but then melted, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you tight against him. You stayed like that longer than you probably should have. No talking. Just breathing in each other.

When you finally pulled back, he caught your chin between his fingers. The look in his eyes made your stomach flip—hot and full so many things he hadn't said out loud yet.

"Eat first," he murmured. "Then I'm not letting you out of my hands again."

Zoro nudged you toward the couch, his hand heavy and warm against the lower back. "Sit," he said, voice leaving no room for argument. His other hand was already unpacking the food he brought, laying it out neatly on your coffee table.

You sank down onto the plush couch, your muscles grateful even if your brain was still in work mode. "You know," you teased lightly, "you're bossier than my real boss."

Zoro smirked, crouching down in front of you to unpack the last container. He was so close you could see every little scar on his arms, the vein running along his hand flexing as he moved. "Yeah? Guess you like it though," he muttered, glancing up through his lashes. The look made your stomach flutter violently.

He pressed a pair of chopsticks into your hand, then plopped beside you, his thigh pressing against yours like he couldn't stand even a few inches of distance. "Eat," he leaned closer, voice dipping lower. "You promised me you'd take care of yourself. Don't make me put you over my knee."

You almost choked on air at that, shooting him a glare that only made him chuckle low and dark. He didn't even move away—just stretched his arm across the back of the couch, thumb lightly stroking your shoulder as you ate.

It should've been distracting—hell, it was distracting—but also comforting. Like he was telling your overworked brain, I'm here. You're not alone.

Between mouthfuls, you bickered playfully. He lectured you for working too late. You snapped back that he was being dramatic. He muttered something about kidnapping you for a "mandatory vacation" and you just laughed until your chest hurt.

And when you finally put the container down, patting your stomach, Zoro's expression changed.

He stood. Slow. Purposeful.

Your breath caught as he walked toward the door. Without a word, he reached out and locked it with a soft click, turning the bold in place.

Then he turned back to you, his eyes dark and hungry in the dim light of your office.

"You ate," he said simply, voice like velvet and steel. "Good girl."

Your pulse roared in your ears.

He crossed the room in three long strides, grabbed you by the wrist—gently but firmly—and pulled you up into him. You barely had a second to gasp before his mouth was on yours.

Hot. Demanding.

His hands cradled your face, tilting it just the way he wanted, like he couldn't get enough of you. The kiss deepened fast—his tongue sliding against yours, tasting you, owning you, taking his time like he had all night to ruin you.

You moaned into his mouth, fingers fisting in the front of his t-shirt, desperate for more contact. Zoro chuckled low, the sound rumbling against your chest.

"Missed this," he breathed against your lips. "Missed you."

One of his hands slid down your body, gripping your ass with a low groan, pulling you flush against the hard line of him. You whimpered at the friction, your body reacting instinctively—grinding against him, needing more.

He pulled back just enough to look down on you, eyes heavy-lidded and burning.

"You've been working so hard, love," he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth, your jaw, down to your throat where he nipped lightly—just enough to make you gasp. "You deserve to be taken care of."

You shivered, hands clawing at his t-shirt, needing more, needing him. "Please," you whispered, voice cracking with how much you needed him.

It was all he needed to hear.

Zoro slid his hands down, gripping your hips, lifting you easily until you were straddling him as he sank down onto the couch. Your skirt rode up high around your waist, leaving you wide open for him.

He leaned back just enough to take you in, his hands smoothing down your thighs, slow and reverent.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice rough. His thumb brushed the thin strap of your thong peeking from beneath your shirt. "God, look at you." His hands roamed up your sides, finding the first button of your blouse. Slowly, teasingly, he undid it. Then the next. And the next. Kissing the newly exposed skin with every reveal.

When he spread the blouse open, his breath hitched slightly—a rare, genuine moment where you could see how hard he was trying to hold himself back. "So fucking beautiful," he rasped, voice low and awed.

You tried to tease him, make some smartass comment, but it died on your tongue when his hands cupped your bare waist, sliding under your bra, thumbs stroking the soft curve of you.

"You work so hard," Zoro murmured, leaning up to kiss your collarbone, the swell of your chest, soft and worshipful. "Always pushing yourself. Always taking care of everyone else." He kissed the hollow of your throat, making you shiver. "Let me take care of you tonight, love."

You shivered under his touch, the heat between you both practically humming now. Zoro tugged you even closer, grinding you down against the hard length straining beneath his sweatpants.

The friction made you gasp—your hands clutching at his shoulders for balance. "Sensitive, huh?" he teased against your throat, nipping the skin there. "Been working too much. Neglecting yourself."

You opened to snap back, but all that came out was a whimper when he rocked up against you again, slow and devastating. "Bet you're already dripping for me," he murmured, voice smug and low. "Can feel it through your panties, love."

You flushed hard, trying to hide your face in his neck—but Zoro caught your chin and made you look at him.

"Nah. Don't hide from me," he said, voice a rough whisper. "Wanna see everything." His fingers slid under your skirt, tracing the edge of your soaked thong, teasing, barely touching where you needed him the most. You jerked your hips, desperate for friction—but he pulled back just enough to make you whine.

"You know…" he said lazily, pretending to think as his fingers ghosted your pussy softly through the soaked fabric of your underwear, "we could get caught."

You blinked, half-dazed from the teasing. "W-what?"

Zoro smirked, sinful and knowing. "Someone could come up. Hear you whimpering like this," he said, slipping one finger under the thin fabric and dragging it slowly against your folds, making you shudder. "See you grinding on me like a needy little thing."

You tried to hold a moan, coming out as a whispered curse instead, hips bucking against his teasing fingers. "But…" he leaned in, biting your earlobe lightly, "I checked the floor before I came up." His voice dropped, molten with amusement. "Not a soul but you and me here, sweetheart."

You let out a shaky breath, half-relieved, half-crazed with want. "You're evil," you muttered against his mouth, and he chuckled, kissing you hard enough to steal the words right out of your brain.

"Yeah?" he rumbled. "Still gonna let me take care of you?"

You nodded, unable to speak.

Zoro kissed you again—slow this time, almost tender— and then he shifted, lifting you like you weighed nothing. He laid you back on the couch, stepping back just enough to peel your blouse open the rest of the way, letting it fall off your shoulders.

His hands ran reverently down your bare skin, eyes drinking you in like he was starving. Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached down, undid your belt, and slid your skirt down your hips, tossing it aside without looking away from you once.

You lay there, flushed and panting in just your bra and thong, blinking up at him. "Look at you," he whispered again, almost like he couldn't believe it. "Fuck, you're a vision." You reached for him, needing his touch—but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them lightly against the cushions, grinning wickedly down at you.

"Not yet," he said. "Gotta reward you properly first."

And then he dropped to his knees in front of the couch, tugging your hips toward the edge with a sure, rough touch. You gasped as he pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another, working his way higher, the stubble on his jaw scratching deliciously against your sensitive skin.

"Been thinking about this for weeks," he muttered against you, voice so dark it made your toes curl. When he finally hooked his fingers under your thong and pulled it down slowly, you thought you might lose your mind entirely.

He looked up at you once—eyes blown wide, pupils dark and greedy— and then he buried his face between your thighs like a man starved, growling low in his throat as he finally, finally tasted you.   

You cried out—sharp and broken—your back arching off the couch as Zoro's mouth finally closed over you. He groaned like you were the one feeding him, like he'd been starving for the taste of you.

His tongue licked a slow, devastating stripe up your center before latching onto your clit with a pleasure that made your legs tremble. "Zoro—!" you gasped, hands flying to his hair without thinking, fisting in the messy green strands.

He didn't slow down. If anything, your desperate noises only spurred him on. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, anchoring you to him, grinding his mouth into you like he could pull every moan, every shiver straight from your soul.

"Fuck you taste so good," he growled against you, voice vibrating right through your core. "Could stay down here all goddamn night." You sobbed a sound that might've been his name, grinding helplessly against his face. Zoro just chuckled, deep and wrecked, slipping two thick fingers inside you with maddening ease.

You clenched around them instantly, the stretch making your vision white out for a second. "That's it, love," he muttered, thrusting them slowly, careful drags as his tongue circled your clit mercilessly. "So tight. So good for me."

You couldn't stop the sounds tearing out from your throat—the office walls catching your whimpers and bouncing them back at you, making it feel even filthier, even more forbidden.

Zoro pulled back just enough to pant against your soaked skin, his breath hot and shaky. "God, look at you," he rasped, two fingers still working deep inside you. "You look so delicious, so wrecked for me."

You babbled something that wasn't even English anymore, hips bucking up, chasing his mouth. He gave you what you needed—dipping back down, flattening his tongue against your clit and sucking with just the right amount of pressure.

It was too much and not enough.

You peaked with a cry, your orgasm slamming into you like a freight train. Zoro growled in satisfaction, fucking you through it with slow, lazy strokes of his fingers, letting you ride his face shamelessly until you finally sagged against the couch, boneless and gasping.

He pulled back slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at you like you were something divine.

"Fucking gorgeous," he muttered, voice raw.

You were still panting, your skin buzzing, when Zoro stood up, towering over you. When you managed to look up at him—barely aware after that mind blowing orgasm— he was pulling his t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside—every muscle in his chest and arms flexing under the low office lights.

He was giving you that look again—hungry, possessive, yours.

"Not done with you yet," he said, voice dark and steady. "Turn around, pretty girl. Face down, ass up."

Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up.

You stumbled off the couch, hands bracing against the cool surface of your desk as you heard Zoro stepping behind you.

You felt his hand glide up the back of your thigh, kneading the soft flesh of your ass appreciatively. He thought briefly of just stopping now, but your ass perched on that desk just made you irresistible, and he was but a man, a very whipped man right now.

He leaned in close—his chest warm against your back, his breath hot against your ear. "We could stop now, you know? But God, you look so…", he gave your ass a hard squeeze, letting his intrusive thoughts win for a moment. "Delicious. Just wanna' eat you up whole, love."

You whimpered when his fingers slid up your inner thighs again, teasing the sensitive skin, barely brushing your center. You tried to push back against him, desperate for friction, but he tutted softly. "Patience, love," Zoro murmured, pressing a slow, wet kiss to your lower back. "Wanna savor you a little longer."

You shuddered, biting your lip to keep from begging. He spread you open with a firm grip, thumbs digging into the soft curve of your ass as he admired the view. "Fucking perfect," he muttered under his breath, almost to himself.

You heard the faint rustle of fabric—looked back just in time to see him pushing his sweatpants and boxers down with one hand, fist already wrapped around his thick hard cock. Your mouth went dry at the sight of him, flushed and leaking at the tip, thick enough to make your thighs together instinctively.

Zoro caught the movement and chuckled, low and dirty. "Don't get shy on me now," he teased, stepping closer, running the blunt head of his cock teasingly along your soaked folds. "You can take it, sweetheart. Yeah?" The slow, deliberate drag of him over your dripping entrance made you moan, a broken, desperate sound that seemed to snap the last of his restraint.

You barely registered the sound of him rustling in his pocket—then the soft crinkle of the foil. Your heart flipped, something warm curling in your chest even through the haze of need.

He pressed a kiss to your lower back while he rolled the condom on, careful and quick, hands steady even as his breath grew heavier. "Good girl," Zoro murmured, soothing a hand over your spine once he'd sheathed himself. "You're gonna take me so good, sweetheart."

And then he was nudging at your entrance again—this time no teasing, no hesitation. He slid into you slow, deliberate, thick and stretching you open until you gasped, clutching the edge of the desk.

The stretch was deep, almost overwhelming, but he soothed you with low praise, kisses pressed along your shoulder blades.

"That's it," he groaned. "So tight, fuck… like you were made for me." He braced one hand beside yours on the desk and started to move—shallow thrusts at first, slow and grinding, making you feel every glorious inch.

The desk creaked under you with every deep drag of his hips, and your breath came in sharp little gasps, your body adjusting to the thick intrusion. "Look so fucking pretty like this," Zoro panted, thrusting harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. "Bent over your desk, takin' me so good."

You whimpered—helpless, desperate—and Zoro's hand slid up your side, cupping your breast through your bra, kneading gently. After a few minutes, though, he slowed—still buried deep inside you—and pressed a kiss between your shoulders.

"Wanna see you," he rasped, voice rough and strained. "Wanna see your face when I wreck you."

You barely had time to react before he pulled out carefully, lifting you off the desk and into his arms like you were paper weight. He carried you the short distance to the couch and laid you down on your back, spreading you open for him like a gift.

He hooked your legs over his broad shoulders, shifting forward until the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance again.

The angle—God—it was deeper, you could tell even before he started moving.

He grinned, wicked and adoring all at once when he saw your eyes go wide.

"Yeah?" he teased breathlessly, lining himself up. "Gonna ruin you for anyone else, sweetheart." And then he thrust back inside in one deep, devastating stroke—pushing so deep you swore you could see start. You cried out, nails digging into the couch cushions, your whole-body trembling under him.

Zoro groaned, a sound so low and wrecked it made your toes curl. "Fuck—so deep like this. So good." He set a relentless pace—grinding deep, hitting a spot inside you that made your vision white out.

The position left you completely open to him, helpless under the weight of his body, the raw force of every thrust. "You feel that, love?" he rasped, punctuating his words with a brutal snap of his hips that had you keening. "Feel me up right…" he pressed on your pelvis softly, right against your womb, "here?"

You couldn't even answer—just a wrecked, babbling mess, your mind lost in the pleasure. Zoro smirked darkly, his thumb reaching down to circle your clit at the same brutal pace of his thrusts.

"Come for me," he moaned, voice rough and ragged. "Wanna feel you milk my cock, sweetheart." It didn't take long—your body was already strung and tight from earlier—and when your orgasm hit this time, it shattered you completely.

You screamed his name, your walls clenching so hard around him that Zoro shouted, losing the last thread of his control. He thrusts deep, once, twice—and then spilled into the condom with a long, wrecked groan, burying himself to the hilt and grinding against you as he rode out the aftershocks.

For a long moment, neither of you moved—just panting, trembling, clinging to each other.

Finally, Zoro exhaled, voice rough against your forehead. "Fuck, love…"

He pulled out carefully, discarding the condom and wiping you down gently with tissues from your desk—taking care of you with those same rough, calloused hands, now unbearably tender.

He helped you sit up slowly, picking up your discarded clothes, brushing kisses over your shoulders and forehead between fixing your clothes as best as he could then dressed himself.

"You okay?" he murmured, smoothing your hair back.

You nodded, still breathless. "Better than okay."

He chuckled, low and fond, tucking your skirt into your hands. "C'mon. Let's get you home."

Outside the building, Zoro guided you carefully to his SUV, one arm steady around your waist, holding you close like you might blow away. You barely registered your surroundings, too blissed out and floaty to care.

But from across the street—Ace watched.

He leaned against his car, arms folded, a knowing, shit-eating grin spreading across his face the second he clocked the two of you.

Zoro caught his gaze—and smirked.

So smug, so utterly, unapologetically proud.

He didn't say a word—just lifted his chin in a cocky little nod as he helped you into the passenger seat, running his hand down your thigh with an intimacy that was loud enough for Ace to catch.

He just watched as Zoro rounded the car and slid into the driver's seat, stealing one last look at your blissed-out state, utterly fucked out face before pulling away.

You barely made it through the door before you turned to him, eyes shining.

"You look dead on your feet," Zoro said gruffly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I should—I should probably just go. Didn't mean for it to get outta hand like that, y'know?"

You shook your head, grabbing his wrist gently. "At least shower first. You're sweaty and gross." You grinned, teasing but sweet. "Just stay, Zo'."

Zoro hesitated—then nodded once, heart thundering weirdly in his chest.

He stayed.

Without thinking too hard about it.

And it felt… right.

He showered quick while you wiped down, then you crawled into bed together, limbs tangling easily, like it wasn't the first time.

For a few heartbeats, he just held you.

Then—quietly, voice rumbling against your hair—he spoke.

"I'm sorry."

You blinked up at him, confused.

Zoro's fingers tightened briefly at your hip, and he dropped his gaze to your shoulder like he couldn’t quite meet your eyes. "I just—I wanted it to be… different. Thought I'd take you out somewhere nice first. Make it special. You deserved better than me losing my goddamn mind at the office."

You cupped his cheek, making him look at you, heart squeezing painfully.

"You did make it special," you whispered. "I wouldn't change a thing."

He leaned into your touch, still looking a little wrecked inside.

"I'll make it up to you," he said, voice low and sure. "Promise."

And you believed him.

Next morning rolled in soft, warm and with a huge man surrounding you. You woke up slowly, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Warmth pressed against your back—a heavy, solid weight—and the slow, even rhythm of someone breathing beside you.

For a moment, you thought you were dreaming. Then you shifted slightly—and an arm tightened instinctively around your waist, pulling you closer.

You froze.

Zoro.

Your heart gave a slow, stupid thud in your chest.

He was still here.

His body curled around yours protectively, his face buried in your hair, one big hand splayed over your stomach like he was afraid you'd slip away if he let go.

You smiled on the pillow, cheeks burning, a giddy kind of warmth blooming in your chest.

You shifted carefully, rolling onto your back to look at him.

Zoro stirred at the movement, a low, sleepy noise rumbling from his chest. His lashes fluttered—but he didn't wake up fully. His face was soft in his sleep, younger somehow, the usual furrow of his brow smoothed away.

You reached up without thinking, brushing a strand of green hair away from his forehead. Maybe it was the lingering haze of last night. Maybe it was the way he was holding you like you were something precious.

Whatever it was—you felt like your heart could burst.

Zoro cracked one eye open, bleary and confused for half a second. Then he focused on you—and smiled, slow and lazy and so beautiful it made your breath catch.

"Hey," he rasped, voice low and rough with sleep.

"Hey," you whispered back, cheeks heating.

For a moment, you just stared at each other, the silence thick and sweet between you. Then Zoro shifted, propping himself up on one elbow. His hand brushed your cheek, calloused thumb stroking lazily along your jawline.

You leaned into the touch without thinking.

"Sorry again," he murmured, voice unusually soft. "Wanted our first time to be… I dunno. Better. You deserve flowers or some shit, not me railing you over your damn desk.”

You laughed quietly, shaking your head. "Zoro, stop. I told you—I wouldn't change a thing." He didn't look convinced. His gaze dropped to the sheets between you, jaw tight. "I'll make it up to you, " he said again, low and certain. "Promise."

You reached for him, threading your fingers through his.

"You already did," you said simply.

Zoro looked up at you then—and something in his eyes softened, like a knot inside him finally loosening. He bent down, brushing his lips over your forehead, lingering there for a long moment.

The kiss was slow, reverent—nothing like the frantic heat of last night.

It felt like a promise.

You curled into his side, and Zoro tucked you against him easily, his hand rubbing slow, lazy circles into your back.

Neither of you said anything for a while. Letting sleep overcome you once again.

The next time you woke, it was to the smell of coffee.

You blinked blearily, stretching out across your bed—only to find the other side empty but still warm.

You sat up, the soft rustle of sheets around you, and rubbed your eyes, feeling deliciously sore in the best way. A smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it.

The faint sounds of someone moving around your kitchen reached your ears—muffled curses, a cabinet slamming a little too hard, the hiss of the coffee machine sputtering to life.

You slipped out of bed, grabbing a t-shirt—probably his, judging by how ridiculously oversized it was—and padded barefoot down the hall.

You found him standing at your counter, shirtless, hair messy from sleep, frowning down at two mismatched mugs like they were an enemy he needed to conquer.

He looked… domestic. And absurdly handsome.

He sensed you before you even spoke, glancing up with a little smirk that made your knees a little weak. "Hey, sleepyhead," he rumbled, voice still rough with sleep.

You crossed the room and bumped your hip against his. "You made coffee?"

He grunted. "Tried. Think I fucked it up."

You laughed softly, reaching around him to grab one of the mugs. It was strong—almost offensively so—but drinkable. You took a grateful sip anyway.

Zoro watched you carefully over the rim of his own mug, as if trying to gauge whether you were still okay with… everything.

The night before.

Him staying.

Waking up like this.

You leaned against him, resting your head briefly against his bare shoulder. His hand came up automatically to settle on your waist, grounding and sure. It felt easy. It felt right. And from the way Zoro exhaled slowly, you had the feeling he thought so too.

Still, eventually reality started to creep back in—the heavy warmth of the morning giving way to the knowledge that the clock was ticking.

Work waited for both of you.

Zoro set his mug down first, sighing quietly as he ran a hand through his messy hair. "Guess we should get moving," he muttered, voice low but not exactly eager. He glanced at you, a little reluctant. "Need a ride?"

You smiled into your coffee, heart skipping. "You offering?"

"Always," he said simply, like it wasn't even a question.

You didn't bother hiding the way your cheeks warmed.

It felt stupid, being giddy over something as small as him driving you to work.

But it felt good. It felt right.

You moved lazily after that, bumping into each other as you dressed, stealing kisses in between pulling on clothes—his kisses slow and unhurried, like he was trying to memorize the feeling of you against him.

By the time you made it to your building's lobby, you were laughing softly under your breath, your hair still a little mussed from Zoro's wandering hands on the drive over.

He crowded you up against the entryway wall for one last kiss before you had to go—hands framing your face, mouth warm and slow on yours. Like he wasn't ready to let you go yet.

Neither were you.

You were so wrapped up in him that you didn't notice Izo until Zoro, finally, reluctantly, pulled away.

"Well, well, well," a familiar voice drawled.

You blinked, dazed, just in time to see Izo striding across the lobby—impeccably dressed, one brow arched, smirking like he had caught you red-handed.

Zoro smirked too, entirely unbothered. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before stepping back, like he was making a point. "See you later, sweetheart," he said, voice low and warm.

And with that, he turned and walked out—still smug, leaving you alone with your scandalized, very curious best friend.

Izo linked his arms through yours before you could even think of escaping. "Come along, darling," he said sweetly, already steering you toward the elevators. "We are absolutely having a little chat in your office."

You just groaned, hiding your face in his shoulder as he laughed.

You barely had time to set your bag down before Izo closed the office door behind you with a dramatic click.

"Spill."

You turned around slowly, eyes wide with faux innocence. "Spill what?"

"Oh, don't you dare play coy with me." He crossed the room in two elegant strides and flopped onto your couch like he owned it, legs crossed, arms spread across the back. "You—showed up to work glowing like a freshly polished pearl. And he—dropped you off in the most ‘I just rearranged her organs’ way imaginable."

You groaned, half mortified, half still dazed from it all. “Do you have to be so graphic?”

“You’re deflecting.” Izo pointed at you like he was conducting an interrogation. “Which means it was very good.”

You made a strangled sound and buried your face in your hands. “Why are you like this?”

“Because I care,” he said sweetly. “And because you’ve been high-strung for weeks, and now you’re practically levitating. So—details. Did it happen last night? This morning? Both?”

You peeked through your fingers, cheeks burning. “…Last night. Here.”

Izo squealed. Squealed.

“I knew it! I told Marco something was brewing after that dinner party. You were all ‘he’s just intense’ and ‘we work together’ and meanwhile he was eye-fucking you across the sashimi platter.”

You laughed helplessly, trying not to let your smile get too dreamy. “It wasn’t planned. It just… happened. Kind of fast. But it didn’t feel like a hookup, Izo. It was different.”

His face softened instantly, the teasing melting away. “You like him.”

“I think I might,” you admitted quietly. “I mean—he stayed the night. Stayed, Izo. No excuses, no bullshit. And this morning, he apologized.”

“Apologized?” He sat forward, suddenly serious. “For what?”

“For the office thing. Said he wanted our first time to be more romantic. That I deserved better.”

Izo's gaze softened even more. “Wow.” You nodded slowly, heart still fluttering from the memory of Zoro’s voice against your hair.

“And then?” Izo pressed gently. “What now?”

You shrugged, but you were smiling. “He said he’d make it up to me. I think he meant it.”

Izo let out a content sigh, standing up and walking over to kiss your cheek. “Well. Color me cautiously obsessed with this development.”

You laughed again as he straightened your blouse for you like a doting mother hen. “So what now?”

“Now,” he said, turning toward the door like a general about to face the troops, “you go to work and pretend you didn’t just get your soul stolen. And I? I go brag to Marco that I was right again.”

“Izo!”

But he was already halfway out the door, waving you off with a wink and a grin.

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[immortal-raine]

A few random whitebeard’s headcanons:

- In hot weather Atoms can be seen laying flat on his back sunbathing no matter how busy it gets on the main deck

- Whitebeard actually likes to banter with his kids about his health, it’s a guilty pleasure seeing his kids worry about him (smh someone get this old man)

- Rakuyo frequently overhears crew members secrets purely by accident. Rakuyo had trouble keeping it to himself so he avoided long conversations, worried it’ll slip out, cause when he starts talking he can’t stop, having no control of what comes out, but he found comfort in telling it all to Curiel, Curiel doesn’t care for rumors or secrets so he doesn’t mind having Rokuyo act as personal podcast while he works

- Haruta enjoys mysteries from mystery books, mysterious rumors, to Mysterious islands. He’s all up for it until it gets too paranormal, he’ll try to disprove it but once he can’t, it scares the crap out of him. (He’ll be thinking about it for weeks)

- Thatch loves telling spooky stories, he’s so good at telling them that he scares himself sometimes (Marco is tired of him having “surprise sleepovers” in his room (with the addition of Haruta and Jozu sometimes) these nights he actually go to sleep on time instead of pulling another all nighter to finish paperwork)

- Jozu is naturally superstitious and Thatch’s stories doesn’t help one bit, he gets struck with insomnia some nights (you can catch him asking Thatch was the stories true the next day or asking his other brothers if they believe it’s true, he just needs a bit of reassurance)

- Whitey bay bought all of Haruta clothes when he joined, she daunted on him a lot when he was younger, he ended up with her taste in clothes and some of her personality

- Izo has to make his kimonos himself, it’s one of the many forms of art he enjoys but like any artist, he’s got bad spending habits, spending chunks of his funds on different textured n patterned fabrics, different threads, and whatever else the shop owners swore he needed, he started giving half his money to Marco to hold for some type of control.

- Izo wrote many letters to Kiku, so many it could’ve became a travel log, it was later burned up with the moby during the paramount war.

- Rakuyo loves cats but has cat allergies, he sneezes like crazy with his eyes watering with no control as he nuzzles a kitten.

- Kingdew has pollen allergies, also of sneezing variety.

- Vista has an affinity for cats, he doesn’t take any in because of how of Rakuyo gets.

- Thatch has an affinity for all animals especially the large vicious ones, “Why bad if friend shaped” mentality. (He’d fold immediately if he seen a lion taking a nap with its paws covering it’s face)

- Marco has an affinity for birds (ofc) but gets irritated with them if they come bothering him too much, he still ends up feeding them. When he’s grumbling about the birds Thatch calls it “family drama”.

- Blamenco’s whole division holds pride in their craft, him included, they got a friendly rivalry with galley la workers (even though some of them are from galley la, it’s fun to to talk shit even if it’s your old friends) Galley la is always loud with banter and laughter when they come by to pick up materials.

[mysteriouswolf]

AUGH I know, I get so fucking annoyed when people leave comments on others videos complaining to the point where the cc has to talk about it- take Scar and Pearl for instance. That should not be happening, and the fact that there's enough people saying that to make the cc think about it and have to post about it is disgusting to me.

If you have any issues with a cc from the life series to the point where you are leaving nasty comments on their videos you can fuck right off my blog and get the hell away from the trafficblr community. I think I speak for all of us when I say you are not welcome here.

And for everyone else who is an incredible member of this community (like 99% of you!!!) go leave a nice comment on your favorite CC's life series video!!

I will never ever get people who say the teams in the life series are getting repetitive like what do you mean??? The most common people i hear this about is Grian and Scott so lets look at who they teamed with.

Grian:

3rd life - Scar

Last life - Mumbo Jimmy Martyn Impulse

Double life - Scar and kinda BigB

Limited life - Joel Jimmy

Secret life - Cleo Etho

Wild life - Skizz Mumbo

Scott:

3rd life - Jimmy

Last life - Pearl and later Cleo

Double life - Cleo

Limited life - Martyn

Secret life - Impulse Gem

Wild life - Cleo Impulse Pearl

Is there some repetition and more likely pairings? Yea of course. People naturally gravitate to those they're more familiar with and with a small number of members repetition is bound to happen. But by no means are they recycling old teams. And for gods sake we're getting a new mechanic every season that spices things up, and its not like people are locked to the teams they start out with. Betrayal and later team ups are common. Alliences and enemies are formed.

And at the end of the day, if you dont like a certain team you can just. Not watch their pov. Thats whats great about the lofe series. Dont wanna follow a certain cc? No problem you still get a full fleshed out story from the other povs.

[nocturnalrorobin]

Knotted Fantasy

Marco x reader x Izou

Thanks @quinloki for helping me with this one. It meant a lot. (●'◡'●)

CW: Sir kink, Oral receiving & giving, vaginal & anal penetration, dp, knotting (I think that's it)

Wc: ~ 2600

MDNI

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“Guess who is coming for a visit yoi!” Marco entered the small house he shared with you, still holding his transponder snail.

“Please tell me it's Izo!” You sat up in the bed, because you’d been sleeping in like usual. 

“Don’t you think it’s time to get up Beautiful? You should eat breakfast. Yoi.” Marco sat down at the edge of the bed and caressed your cheek, while his thumb ran over your lips and you started kitty licking it. “Careful! Don’t start anything you can’t finish baby yoi!” He said and his eyes turned predatory. 

He climbed on top of you, towering over you and you could see on his strained pants how hard he was. You were so small under him, like a mouse. You ran your hands up his thighs, over his length, and eventually pulled down pants and boxers together. 

The moment his cock was free it slapped your cheek and you let out a whine seeing all that precum. Marco watched you as you hungrily used kitten licks to clean his huge cock from all the precum, you gave two good pumps before finally the tip breached your mouth. He let out a guttural moan when he felt your wet small mouth all around him and grabbed your hair. 

When you felt the tip hitting the back of your throat, you tried to breathe slowly, but Marco was pent up. He wanted to release it deep in your throat and so he started to thrust roughly into your mouth. The pace forced you to steady yourself while holding onto his hips. 

”God, baby you feel so good.” He moaned while never breaking eye contact with you. Your gagging just turned him on more, he grabbed your hair and pulled hard. “That's it baby, you are doing great. I’m almost there. Make sure to swallow it all!” 

Just as he finished saying this his thrusts became unsteady and he released  down the back of your throat. You enjoyed the sight of him when he is a moaning mess and becomes undone. When he pulled his cock out of your mouth he pushed the tip against the lip to push out the last drops and you quickly licked them up.

Marco noticed how you were pressing your thighs together the entire time trying to get some fraction. “Is my baby needy and pent up?” He cood and pushed his hand between your legs only to find you dripping wet. 

“Hmmm Marco please!” you whined thrusting into his hand. 

“Please what? Baby? You need to use your big mouse voice!” Marco enjoyed teasing you like this, he slowly ran his long fingers through your wet folds collecting slick and stopping just before your clit.

“Please Marco, let me cum! I wanna cum!” You begged. He ran his thumb over your clit and you immediately arched your back. While his thumb was busy with your clit, two of his fingers pushed inside your pussy. You whined at the intrusion. 

“I want to fill you up so bad, baby, but Izou would punish you if you would not wait for him later, yoi.” He smirked when he felt you clenching down on him when he said Izou’s name.

“I can’t wait that long, my love please. I want you inside me!” You begged 

“Oh you drive me insane, baby…” sighed Marco “but no. I know Izou wants to watch me breed you, for all I know he wants to be part of it.Yoi” His fingers were still inside you though so you started moving your hips, basically fucking yourself on his fingers. “You are such a spoiled brat, yoi.” 

Marco didn’t want to leave you hanging, his mouth quickly found your bundle of nerves and started sucking on it. His long fingers pumping in and out of your throbbing pussy and his other hand started playing with your nipple. He switched between ferociously licking your clit and sucking it, and with every new action your moans got louder. When Marco found that one spot inside your pussy he curled his fingers and sped up his pumping.

“Marco I… I’m gonna..”  You were about to lose it, but Marco did not stop. He pinched your nipple and sucked your clit and his other hand kept pumping, until you came all over him. He gently eased you through your orgasm, before he removed his hand and deeply kissed you.

“I love you baby, but it’s time to get up now. Yoi” He smiled at you and pinched your cheeks.

 “Well so did you two have a good time? I didn’t want to interrupt.” You both looked up and saw Izou sitting on a chair, he had been watching the entire thing. He got up and walked over to the bed  lifting your chin between his thumb and index finger until you looked at him and couldn’t look away. “You were a brat.” He said, before bowing down to peck you on the lips. 

You spend the day catching up with Izou, but couldn’t wait for evening to come around. “During my travels I met a friend of mine, who ate an interesting Devil Fruit. It lets you make someone else's fantasies come to life for a short period of time as long as their fantasy is not involving something criminal.” Izou paused and placed a teabag in front of you. “If you want me to knot you, simultaneously to Marco all you have to do is drink this tea.” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, this was all you ever wanted. It was hard to hide your excitement about this “How quickly will the effects last?” Izou smiled when he saw the sparkles in your eyes.

 “They last until your fantasy is fulfilled my little kitten.” Marco places a pot of hot water in front of you, so you can steep the tea. Time passed slowly, while you waited until you could drink the interesting beverage. 

Finally it was evening and of course you wore something special for the occasion. In the bathroom you put on cat ears, a black choker and a cat tail. The two men were sitting on the edge of the bed when their mouths fell open when they saw you. “Do you like it?” You asked nervously. 

“Very much so my kitten, but you still need to be punished. Is your safeword still Pineapple?” Izou took no risks. 

“Yes, it is Sir.“ Izou patted his knees, signaling you to bend over them. 

You felt his large hand first playing with your tail then running up and down your ass, being disciplined by him excites you so much you bite down on your lip. 

“That's a very nice tail you have there my little kitten. How did you insert it by yourself?” His grip on your ass became a little rougher and you knew exactly where this question was going. 

“In the bathroom. I prepared myself with Lube and my fingers.” 

SLAP!

“So twice now you tried to hide things from me.” 

SLAP!

“But Sir, you were watching this morning, it shouldn’t count.” 

SLAP!

“It does though as you didn’t know and stop with the back talking!” 

SLAP SLAP SLAP!

“Aaaaah! I’m sorry Sir.” You looked at him with an apologetic look in your eyes. 

“I will forgive you, if you take ten spankings on each cheek and count them out loud for me without fail.” 

SLAP!

His hand came down in full force and you clenched down on the plug. “Hnnnnng…. One'' 

SLAP!

“Tw…. Two.” Marco enjoyed the show, because he knows how much you loved this. He took two of his fingers to swipe them through your wet walls and collected your slick to show Izou what he is doing to you. You almost lost it when you felt Marco’s fingers. “Hmmmm…Sir please.” 

Izou sighed in defeat, and gave Marco a look. “This is your doing, you know? You spoil them too much!” He gently picked you up and sat you on top of his knees. “You did well my little kitten, though I think you need some time away from Marco.” You only shook your head. 

“Don’t blame this on me, you are the one that stopped the punishment. Yoi.”  Marco grinned down at Izou. 

“How do you wanna do this my little kitten? Who do you want first or do you want both at the same time?” You bit your lip when you saw Izou’s predatory grin. 

“I want both of you at the same time Sir!” Marco went and got the lube while you both got comfy on the bed, all of you were already naked.

Izou started kissing you deeply, his tongue demanding entrance. Your wet muscles danced with each other, but he was clearly dominating. “I want you on my face, my kitten. Let me taste you!” He panted into the kiss. As soon as you placed yourself, you felt his tongue devouring you. After letting out a moan, you leaned forward to take in his length and there really was a knot at the base of the penis. 

Marco lifted your head before you could do anything though, his eyes were glowing bright blue - yellow just like his fire. You knew he wanted to transform and let loose. “Baby think you can handle it if I remove the tail? I want to prepare you properly so you can take me in.” He pushed his tongue in your mouth while his hands were slowly sliding down on your back. After he bit your lip he looked at you for consent and you nodded hazily because you wanted to kiss him again. 

Meanwhile Izou played with your clit while his fingers played with your opening. “Do you want me in here, little kitten?” when you didn't reply he gave you a gentle spank on your ass. 

“Yes, Sir please!” You moaned into the kiss. Your tongue danced with Marco’s, giving in to his dominance. His left arm circled at your entrance causing you to whine. His right hand started playing with your breast, first cupping and squeezing it and then he went on to play with your nipple, while you moaned into the hungry kiss your teary eyes saw the blue flames on his back creating a wing that wrapped itself around Izou’s cock. 

Izou’s breath hitched when felt the feathery touch, increasing the speed of his tongue on your clit. “Ungh Marcooo…. Siiiiiir….” Izou bit down on your clit and you almost lost your mind, pumping his -at this point three fingers- in and out of your pussy. 

Marco kept scissoring the muscle of your entrance and also added a third finger, while leaving wild kisses down your neck leaving hickeys in its place.  Both men increased their speed and you kept thrusting your hips forward until the three of you came. You crawled over to Marcos' wing and licked it clean of Izou’s cum. 

“Such a good little kitten, don’t forget Marco’s sperm on your belly now.” Izou commanded. 

You placed yourself on top of Izou’s huge cock wondering if it would even fit even though you had taken him so many times before. Using your hand to help guide it to your pussy, when you felt the head at your entrance you let out a whine because of the stretch. You slowly eased yourself down on his length, using his belly for your hands to stabilize yourself.  When you bottomed out you stayed like this for a bit to get used to the stretch, Izou truly enjoyed the view he loved how he stretched you out. He grabbed your hips and thrusted hard and deep. 

“Aaaaaah.” You threw your head back with a loud moan. Marco’s face appeared in your vision with a grin on his lips. 

“You ok baby? You want more?” He licked your lips to gain entrance, but it was only a short kiss as you suddenly felt his talons encircle your waist and push you down. 

“Hmmm Marcoooo” you sighed, but Izou’s hand cupped your cheek so you would look at him. 

“Don’t you dare forget about me, little kitten!”  You leaned into a deep kiss with Izou.

Marco rolled a condom over his cock before he joined in, after he used enough Lube he started to ease his way into your tight ass. “God, you are so tight baby! Please try to relax a little!” His talons gripped you tighter, while his hands found your nipples and squeezed them. You let out a deep sigh into the kiss. Once Marco bottomed out, he started moving slowly, setting the pace for Izou. 

Both Izou and Marco left a trail of bite marks on your neck, always switching between biting, sucking and licking. 

You felt so full and you felt both moving inside you, it drove you insane with pleasure. You let out a broken cry when Izou’s thumb found your clit. As the three of you seemed to come closer Marco pulled out and got rid of the condom. 

“Are you sure about this baby?” He asked one more time. 

“Yes I want the both of you knotting me at the same time!” You said sure of yourself but seeing Marco’s size made your confidence waver. 

Marco made sure to use a lot more Lube. While his hands tried to stretch you open some more, he very slowly pushed in paying close attention to you. Izou rubbed gentle circles on your lower back. 

“You are doing great, my little kitten.” Izou said, kissing you softly.  

When Marco was fully inside he let out a deep sigh because of how tight it was. You and Izou were both engulfed in Marcos blue flames and his talons gripped you so tight you were sure they tore your flesh. Izou started grunting loudly; it almost sounded like a growl. He couldn't wait any longer; he set a wild pace for Marco to follow. You could feel how each one of them wanted to breed you, trying to get deeper inside you. All this squelching and erotic noises  and you just follow their rhythm bouncing on their cocks and enjoying the tight grip of his talons. 

“Sir, Marco I’m so close.” you moaned while being fucked.  Marco took his talons and used them to pinch your nipples. Then he whispered in your ear.

 “Maybe I should teach you Medicine. You could be my little student. I could literally drill my lessons into you! Or I could be your Master, my baby.” The last sentence pushed you over the edge, you came hard, squirting all over Izou which in turn caused him to unleash his load with Marco following right after. 

Because of the knots, you collapsed against each other and were stuck warming their cocks until they were both able to calm down. 

After half an hour the guys were back to normal. Izou came back with damp washing cloth so he and Marco could make sure you were ok. 

“Guys! I’m fine really! I wanted all of this.” You said looking between the two of them. Marco already had to heal serious scratches he caused with his talons, but your pussy was luckily only swollen from being so abused by two huge cocks. As the aftercare was taken care of you laid there cuddling. 

“Can you get more of this tea? I have another fantasy I want to try. I want to top you and Marco without a toy.” You said with shining eyes. 

Izou petted your head with a smirk and replied after pecking your lips. “I have a whole basket with me, my kitten! Go wild!”   

[sirenizer]

The Warm Embrace

[part 2] [part 3]

The cool wind brushed against your sweat-soaked skin, offering brief relief. The Grand Line’s weather was always extreme, and tonight’s heat was no exception. Excited for your night watch, you ascended toward the crow’s nest. It had been a while since you’d spent time with Izo, both of you caught up in pirate duties. And when it wasn’t work, it seemed someone else always claimed Izo’s time. So, even though you were exhausted, you eagerly took this shift to be with him.

That’s why disappointment hit hard when, instead of Izo in his usual kimono, you found a shirtless newbie lounging in the nest.

"Yo," he greeted casually, before turning his attention back to the sea.

You frowned. "This is supposed to be Izo's shift. What are you doing here?"

Ace, still staring out over the water, replied, "Well, after winning the drinking contest with the others, he’s out cold. So Marco asked me to take over." His nonchalant attitude irritated you, but you swallowed the feeling. Suddenly, he glanced back at you, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"What? Spill it," you demanded, narrowing your eyes. Marco had warned you about Ace’s mischief, and that grin was never a good sign.

"Oh, it’s nothing," he said, shrugging, the smirk growing wider. "Just wondering if you're not cold in that."

You looked down at your bikini top and denim shorts. Normally, you felt confident in your body, but under Ace’s teasing gaze, insecurity prickled at you. "Temperature might be just numbers to you, Fire Fist, but for the rest of us, it's hot tonight," you shot back, turning away.

"It does seem hot," he commented, his voice laced with amusement.

Your cheeks flushed as you glared at him. Ace was fanning himself lazily, clearly unaffected by the warmth. Not wanting to prolong the exchange, you grabbed the telescope and focused on the horizon, trying to cool down both from the heat and your annoyance. You hadn’t spent much time with Ace, aside from brief chats during meals or helping heal his wounds when he first arrived. You’d watched him from a distance—his bright, fiery nature was almost intimidating.

Lost in thought, you found yourself longing for something sweet and cool. "I could go for some watermelon right now," you mumbled to yourself.

"I can get that for you." His sudden offer startled you.

You blinked. "What?"

"You said you wanted watermelon, right?" He seemed impatient now, waiting for your reply. When you nodded, unsure of his intentions, he grinned. "Let’s eat together." And before you could react, he leaped out of the window.

You rushed to the edge, looking down just in time to see him land gracefully and head toward the kitchen. A small smile crept onto your face—maybe spending time with him wouldn’t be so bad after all.

It wasn’t long before Ace returned, carrying two plates piled with watermelon slices.

"I used to eat watermelon with my younger brother on summer nights," he said, handing you a plate.

"You have a brother?"

"Yeah, a younger brother. His name’s Luffy." There was a pause, and then he added with a fond chuckle, "Luffy, the guy who’s going to be Pirate King—that’s how he always introduces himself."

You smiled at his affection. "Aiming for the Pirate King’s throne, huh? I like his ambition."

Ace laughed, then launched into stories from his childhood. His tales flowed freely, and you soon found yourself sharing stories of your own, talking about how you joined this crew and recounting some of Marco’s more comical moments. Conversation came easily between you two, and the tension from earlier melted away.

Suddenly, Ace stopped mid-sentence, staring intently out of the window. "Is that… an island?" he asked, pointing at a small dot on the dark horizon.

You grabbed the telescope and scanned the distance. Sure enough, there it was. "Yeah, it’s an island. We should inform the navigator."

Without hesitation, Ace grabbed the small snail communicator and notified the crew. The ship slowly adjusted course, heading toward the unknown island. Silence settled between you, a comfortable excitement filling the air as you both anticipated the adventure ahead.

"Achoo!" You sneezed as a biting gust of wind swept through the nest. Ace shot you a smug look, clearly enjoying his earlier prediction coming true.

You scowled, ignoring him, and reached for a shawl from the nearby cupboard. But the cold seemed to creep under your skin, no matter how tightly you wrapped it around yourself. The wind was icy, and with each breath, you could see small clouds of white steam escaping your lips. You huddled deeper into the shawl, seeking warmth.

Ace, meanwhile, seemed completely unfazed by the cold, still gazing out over the sea with a relaxed expression. You couldn’t help but stare at him. His tousled hair fluttered in the breeze, and for a moment, you were captivated. His sharp eyes sparkled in the dim light, his freckles dotted his face like constellations, and his cracked lips glistened as he moistened them with his tongue. You found yourself soaking in every detail.

Noticing your gaze, Ace turned his head, his eyes locking with yours. Embarrassed, you quickly looked away, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

"Cold?" you asked, trying to cover your flustered state with a casual question.

Ace smirked. "A little. Want to share that shawl?"

Your heart raced at his teasing tone, but before you could stop yourself, you scooted closer, allowing him to slip under the shawl with you. Sitting shoulder to shoulder, warmth spread from where your bodies touched, though your other side still shivered from the cold.

Another gust of wind made you shiver involuntarily. "Maybe we should head back down…" you muttered, but a part of you resisted, wanting to hold on to this quiet moment.

Ace noticed your shivering and suddenly said, "Come here." He opened his arms, and before you could think twice, you found yourself leaning into his chest. His body was a furnace, the heat seeping into your skin and chasing away the chill. His arms wrapped around you, pulling the shawl tighter as you rested your head against him.

"Feeling better?" he asked, his voice a low murmur near your ear.

"Mmhmm," you hummed, already feeling your eyelids grow heavy. The steady warmth and the soft rocking of the ship lulled you into a comfortable drowsiness. It could’ve been the exhaustion from the recent mission, or maybe it was Ace’s comforting presence—either way, sleep came easily.

"Idiot," Ace whispered with a fond smile, watching as your breathing evened out. The dark circles under your eyes hadn’t escaped his notice earlier, and he was glad to see you finally resting.

When you stirred awake later, the sky was still dark. You felt something warm and solid pressed against you and, for a moment, panic fluttered in your chest. But then you looked up, seeing Ace’s calm face, still gazing out the window.

"You didn’t wake me?" you asked groggily, rubbing at your eyes.

You tried to sit up, but Ace’s arms tightened around your waist, pulling you back against him. "Go back to sleep," he murmured, his voice gentle. Despite your initial protest, you found yourself melting back into his embrace. His warmth was impossible to resist.

Ace radiated a sense of peace and security, something you’d only felt with a few people in your life. His presence was calming, grounding, and before long, you were drifting back into a peaceful sleep, nestled safely against him.

The cold wind outside contrasted with the warmth inside the shared shawl as you drifted back into sleep, feeling Ace’s steady breathing against your back. The night was still young, and the soft creaks of the ship moving through the waves created a lullaby that added to the calmness of the moment.

When you woke again, it was much later. The first traces of dawn painted the sky a muted gray, and the air felt calmer, though still chilly. This time, you stirred more awake, shifting slightly in Ace’s arms, realizing just how tightly you had curled into him.

His voice, low and steady, broke the quiet. "Morning already?" He didn’t sound sleepy, and you wondered how long he’d stayed awake while you slept.

You shifted a little more, trying to sit up without disturbing the closeness that had developed between you during the night. "How long was I out?"

"A while," Ace replied, his tone light, almost teasing. "You really knocked out. You didn’t even budge when the others called about adjusting course for the island."

You blinked, surprised. "They didn’t wake me up?"

He chuckled softly. "I told them not to. You looked like you needed it." His arms loosened around you, but he didn’t fully let go. His body was still warm against the morning chill, and part of you didn’t want to move just yet.

A warm blush spread across your cheeks as you realized how cozy you had gotten in his arms. It wasn’t like you to feel so vulnerable around someone new, especially a pirate with the reputation Ace carried. But there was something about him, something disarming. His warmth wasn’t just physical; it radiated from his personality, from the ease with which he could talk about his past, laugh about dreams, and invite you into his world. The way he held you now—secure but not possessive—only reinforced that feeling.

"I guess I owe you for letting me sleep in," you muttered, breaking the silence.

He grinned. "Nah, just make sure you share more of that shawl next time." His playful smirk was back, but this time it felt different—more familiar, less mischievous.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling in return. Pulling away, you finally stood up, stretching and feeling the stiffness in your muscles from the long night’s rest. Ace followed suit, standing and cracking his neck with a lazy grin.

The ship’s movement felt more purposeful now, and when you looked out the window, the island Ace had spotted last night was much clearer on the horizon. It was still distant, but the promise of adventure lay ahead. The soft glow of dawn reflected off the water, casting everything in a quiet, golden light.

"So," you began, glancing back at Ace. "You up for some island exploration?"

He crossed his arms, the familiar smirk playing on his lips again. "Of course. Wouldn’t miss it."

The wind picked up slightly as you both descended from the crow’s nest, the rest of the crew now stirring below deck. You could hear faint chatter and the clanking of dishes as breakfast preparations began. The ship was alive with anticipation for what lay ahead on the mysterious island.

As you made your way across the deck, Ace walking beside you, the comfortable silence between you was broken only by the occasional flutter of sails or creak of wood. You felt a sense of ease—something that hadn’t been there before. Maybe it was the time spent together last night, or maybe it was the quiet understanding that had formed between you two.

Once inside the galley, the warm smell of food filled the air. The crew greeted you both with nods and smiles, though a few eyebrows raised in curiosity at the sight of you together. You could feel their teasing stares, but no one said anything directly.

"Morning, you two," Marco said, giving Ace a knowing look. His tone was casual, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Ace shrugged nonchalantly. "Just keeping watch, as requested."

"Right," Marco smirked before turning back to his breakfast. "Well, you both should fuel up. We’ll be hitting the island soon."

The meal was simple but hearty—eggs, bread, and some fruit. As you ate with Ace beside you, you found yourself stealing glances at him. He was more relaxed now, chatting with the crew as if last night had changed something for him, too. He no longer seemed like just the newcomer or the notorious Fire Fist. Instead, there was a growing sense of camaraderie between you, a connection that felt like the beginning of something deeper.

After breakfast, preparations for the landing began. The ship’s anchor was lowered, and you and the crew began organizing supplies for the island exploration. The morning sun was now climbing higher in the sky, burning away the last traces of dawn. As the boat slowed near the island’s shore, excitement buzzed through the crew.

"You ready?" Ace asked, coming up behind you as you stood near the edge of the ship, watching the island grow closer. His voice held that same mix of playfulness and seriousness that was quickly becoming familiar to you.

"Always," you said, turning to meet his gaze. His eyes sparkled with that familiar fire, but this time, there was a softness there too, a quiet understanding of everything that had passed between you during the night watch.

As the crew prepared to disembark, you and Ace ended up side by side again, this time sharing more than just a shawl or a quiet night in the crow’s nest. There was an unspoken bond forming between you, one that neither of you had fully acknowledged yet, but it was there—undeniable, growing, like the adventure that awaited you on the shores of the island.

[snowywolf1005]

If your available can make a scenario or headecanon about a yandere izo from one piece please . He doesn't get enough attention that he deserves on here . Also here's a cupcake 🫴🧁

Thank you for the cupcake!!!!

YANDERE IZO X READER

HEADCANONS

He wants your attention so bad. He isn't a patient person. If you're in the middle of a conversation, izo will drag you.

You first meet Izo scene. You were a kid on Ringo, you like him and his sister performanc. You give them food, you don't have any money but you work at the restaurant.

And you join oden, then you join the whitebeard. And izo want all your attention no matter what. If you are talking to a random person, izo will walk behind you and stare at a random person with a scary look.

Izo wants to deserve more love from you. He loves to hear how you tell him how amazing he was. He is a good listener. You always talk a lot.

Whenever you're hurt, izo will murder someone who hurt you. He keeps in an eye on you, shooting them on their forehead.

After killing his victim, he comes back to the ship. Cover in blood, walk to your room, to see you sleeping. And sit next to you. And whisper, "Don't worry, love. I'll kill anyone who gets our love."

Sometimes, izo really want to show you his feelings. And guess what? You also have a crush on him, and he was happy.

Now, you and izo are happily together.

FOREVER

Hey, guys! Thank you for reading! If you want yandere one-piece character! Asked!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Eri Reader x Straw Hats Part 25- Wano Part 3

-Sasaki was nothing but nice to you, keeping you safe from the raiders who were storming the castle, wanting to stop Kaido, grinning down at you as you sat on his lap as he was keeping watch in a long hallway.

-Your eyes went wide when you saw Shinobu and Yamato, with Momo and you froze when Sasaki attacked them- it felt like your heart stopped for a moment.

-When you tried to jump down off Sasaki’s lap, he caught you, not wanting you to hurt yourself as you struggled to get away, “Don’t hurt my friends!”

-Momo shouted out your name, thinking you were being held hostage before Yamato ran forward, attacking Sasaki, being able to get you away from him, holding you up on his hip, holding you closely, “I’m returning Y/N to her brothers- I swear it!”

-A familiar voice then spoke up, “I agree!” you turned, seeing the General Franky and you lit up, “Franky!!” the robot’s giant hand lifted, greeting you warmly before he focused on Sasaki and his men.

-Yamato gave you to Shinobu, as she was trying to get both you and Momo to safety, and Yamato told Franky he was going after Kaido, “Luffy might be racing you there!” which made Yamato race off, wanting to get to Kaido first.

-Shinobu did her best, but after she was betrayed by one of her friends, he took both you and Momo, giving Momo to Orochi to finally wipe out the Kozuki line.

-Kanjuro was keeping you in his arms as you watched Momo being beaten, “No! Stop hurting him!!” Kanjuro wanted to keep you safe, as Kaido would be pleased with him after he dealt with all these invaders, trying to keep you calm, telling you Momo deserved this.

-Your horn flared to life as you glared, “Nobody deserves to be hurt!!” a wave of energy, much like at the Whitebeard War, flowed from you, shooting Kanjuro back as well as Orochi as he was going to kill Momo.

-You were glaring hard as two figures reformed, one male and one female and as Orochi sat up, his eyes went wide, seeing two people returning from the dead as Oden and Toki took their first breaths in 20 years.

-Many were screaming, including Orochi who saw it as a bad omen as the two were shocked to see they were alive again before they saw Momo as well as the state of everything around him.

-Toki turned, sensing your energy, seeing that you were the one to bring them back to life as Oden charged, punching Orochi hard across the face before grabbing his son, “Warriors! Your Oden has returned- fight on! This battle isn’t over yet!!”

-While a bit freaked out to see him alive again, the warriors loyal to him all lifted their swords, giving out loud war cries, ready to follow their Shogun once more.

-Toki held you as your nose started bleeding, the aura fading as you nearly collapsed, a fever quickly taking hold and Momo called out, “Y/N!” ignoring his own wounds, he wrenched himself from his father’s arms, dropping down and ran for you, looking terrified to see you in such a state.

-Another voice then spoke up, “Oi Y/N- you sure know how to make people worry.” You lifted your head, feeling a bit delirious and you smiled softly, “Marco…” the phoenix landed and quickly rushed towards you, taking you into his arms and instantly surrounded the two of you with flames.

-Momo was trying not to cry, after his father punched out Kanjuro for betraying them, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand as Oden kneeled, “It is not weak to cry, son.” Momo shook his head, “I can cry later- we need to help our allies and friends now!”

-Toki cupped her son’s cheek softly, proud of him as the flames around Marco slowly died down, leaving him winded, but he healed you so you wouldn’t collapse like last time.

-You were still feeling weak as you looked up as Marco grinned down at you, “Izo told us of your plans- and calvary’s here Y/N!” your eyes went wide, realizing that Whitebeard and his crew was there to help, turning the tides in this battle.

-You knew that Luffy and Ace were going after Kaido, as was Yamato and you told him this, and Marco looked a bit annoyed, “Yeah I saw them on top of the skull- Big Mom is with them.”

-Your eyes went wide before you looked determined, “I need to go and help them!” you had changed a lot in these past two years, you were more confident now and he was going to refuse you, but there was something there- something that told him you were right.

-Oden agreed to take you, giving you a grin, “If there’s a fight with Kaido then I’m joining! Toki- take Momonosuke and get someplace safer. I just got you back- I’m not losing you two again!” Toki nodded and Marco grinned, rushing to help Chopper and Sanji against Queen.

-As Oden ran, trying to get to the top as quickly as possible, he held you on his shoulders, “So are you the one I am to thank for bringing me back to life?” you nodded softly, despite him not being able to see it, “I’m Y/N- when I saw Momo being hurt I got mad and wanted him to be safe.” Oden chuckled softly, knowing you were a kind soul.

-When he arrived at the battle, he took you off his shoulders, so he could rush in after announcing himself, “Kaido!! I have returned to end your reign and take back Wano!!”

-Kaido looked like he was close to tears, seeing Oden there, “Oden- is it really you?” Oden wasn’t prepared, none of them were, including Kidd and Law who were also there, for Kaido to burst into tears, crying loudly.

-Big Mom looked annoyed by his antics before she saw you, her eyes going wide, “Y/N! You’re okay!!” you tensed lightly, looking a little scared of her as she beamed, “Come to Mama and we will return to Whole Cake Island!”

-You hesitated, looking a little scared before, “I want to stay with Luffy!” she looked surprised by your answer before she smiled, realizing that she just needed to take your false family out, so they couldn’t brainwash you anymore, and you would behave.

-Big Mom ran towards you, but Law and Kidd were the ones to attack her, sending her through the roof and the roof collapsed where you were, causing you to fall, but Law caught you, something Luffy and Ace both saw, and they knew you were in safe hands.

-As Big Mom was falling, she called out Hera to catch her and Law shouted, “Eustass-ya!” the red-head looked over and immediately almost panicked as Law tossed you to him and he grabbed you, “Oi what are you doing idiot?!”

-Law pulled out his sword and launched an attack, sending Big Mom down even further, “We need to keep those two Yonko apart!” Kidd looked annoyed as your little arms were around his neck, “I meant you giving me the kid!”

-You were a little scared, being with these two against Big Mom as you hung onto Kidd’s jacket over his shoulder, but the two of them were able to keep Big Mom occupied, using powerful attacks.

-When she launched her own attack, Kidd was quick to grab you by the back of your kimono and tossed you to the side as the two got hit, getting serious injured.

-You rolled only a few feet from the force, but you were fine, other than a few scrapes as Big Mom looked furious, “I’m going to kill you both- you hurt my little Y/N!!”

-You ran forward, your horn flaring to life again as you touched each of the men, healing their wounds, much to their surprise. Seeing you being disobedient again, Big Mom was getting less patient with you, growing angry with you.

-Kidd stood, putting his good hand on your head, “Thanks brat- now we can keep going.” Law agreed as he stood up, “Stay back Y/N- we’re going to get serious!”

-You nodded and quickly retreated to a fallen stone column behind them, peeking out, watching them all fight. You looked up to the roof, seeing bright flashes of light and lightning as well as blasts of fire, worried about your three big brothers and Momo’s dad.

-You were stunned when Kidd and Law beat Big Mom- send her down into the volcano. As they both were panting you ran out, “Big Brother Law! Big Brother Kidd!” Kidd instantly froze, turning like he was a statue towards you, hearing your words as you leapt up, hugging his leg, “You both were so cool! You were so strong!”

-Kidd looked like he was panicking, having you cling to him as his face was bright red, something Law didn’t even hesitate to tease him for. He turned to Law, “Oi you bastard you-” WHACK!!

-Kidd was instantly squatting, holding the back of his head where a huge lump now was, as Law was holding you in his arms, as you looked confused, “What’s a bastard?” Law sighed softly, walking away from Kidd, “It’s a naughty word- Kidd says a lot of them so don’t ever repeat them.”

-You held your hands to your lips, worried you were in trouble, but when he said nothing, you calmed down a bit as Kidd caught up, scowling at Law as they rushed to help their crew with the fighting.

-You heard Sanji screaming out for Robin’s help and you gasped softly, thinking Sanji was in trouble but Law kept you with him, “Nico-ya can handle herself Y/N- she’s strong.” You looked proud, beaming brightly, “Mama is strong!”

-As the fighting went on, one by one the Beast Pirates fell, and you heard from Marco that Oden, Ace, and Yamato were working on keeping Onigashima from falling on the Flower Capital, Yamato and Ace using their Devil Fruit abilities and Oden using his strength.

-You felt a sudden sense of dread filling you, it felt like you were burning from the inside as you were quickly in tears, like something bad had happened as you heard drums- they were so loud, like they were ringing in your ears.

-Kidd was holding you when you started this, concerning him, “Oi what’s wrong? Y/N?!” your hands were over your ears as your eyes were clenched tightly shut before, “LUFFY!!!”

-As quickly as it came, the feeling left, leaving you gasping as you felt like something happened before you saw Luffy, but he looked like a cartoon- he was massive in size and his hair was now white as everyone was freaking out, their eyes popping from their head.

-You were just stunned, looking up at your brother, who was now going hard against Kaido, bent on taking him out once and for all.

-The last of the Beast Pirates fell after a hard-won battle and Onigashima was redirected, the threat of it falling on the Flower Capital was now over. Kaido and Big Mom were both defeated, and Wano was now free of both Orochi and Kaido- after Toki and Hiyori both took out Orochi, after she found her daughter trying to attack Orochi.

-Your whole family were injured, some more than others- like Luffy, Ace, and Zoro, who were unconscious for days, while Usopp, Nami, and Robin had severe injuries but with some medical attention between Chopper, Marco, and Law, they were all soon back on their feet.

-You had been elated to see Whitebeard, running towards him after all of the enemies were taken care of, “Grandpa!” and he grinned broadly, kneeling down to scoop you up, holding you close as you beamed, happy tears in your eyes, “I missed you grandpa!”

-The feast was massive once everyone was awake, as Oden had agreed with Yamato, to not celebrate until those who helped make this possible were awake.

-You cried loudly, being sandwiched between Luffy and Ace, once they woke up, after you hugged Zoro, as he woke up first, overwhelmed that they were all okay, as you weren’t allowed to use your ability- you brought two people back plus you healed others during the battle- you couldn’t risk overdoing it and putting yourself at risk, no matter how much you wanted to.

-You were elated to learn that Jinbei joined the crew, as you surprised him by running and leaping into his arms, “I’m so happy you’re a part of my family now Jinbei!” he held you close, feeling touched of your joy and words as he beamed brightly, “And I’m happy to know someone like you Y/N.”

-There was another issue, however, much to the dismay of all your brothers, when Oden and Toki called you over, where you saw Momo as well, beaming brightly, “I’m so happy you’re okay Momo!” his face flushed red, turning from you and several heads, including Whitebeard’s snapped over, seeing this.

-Oden was beaming brightly, “Y/N- you gave not only my wife’s life but my own life back- we are eternally grateful to you for this. We would like to reward you by inviting you to be a part of our family!”

-Your brothers calmed, only for a moment, thinking it was like the other families you had been adopted by before Toki beamed, “We would be delighted to have you as our daughter-in-law! You and Momonosuke can marry once you’re both old enough!”

-Instantly the banquet hall was filled with yelling and screaming as Luffy was quick to snatch you back, holding you too him as your family were quick to deny this, shouting that Momo wasn’t going to marry you.

-Oden was quickly standing, “Are you saying my son isn’t good enough!” Brook and Sanji had no issues throwing the child under the bus, telling them how Momo took baths with Nami and Robin and slept in the same bed with you, Robin, and Nami- which only led to more shouting and arguing as you were just staring, a bit in shock.

-Oden wasn’t going to give up, telling Luffy to come back as they were all going to work together to rebuild Wano, something Luffy agreed to.

-At the harbor you clung to Kidd’s leg, as his arms were folded, trying to deny that he was flushed bright red at your affections, saying goodbye to him.

-You ran towards Law, and he smiled softly, kneeling but you bypassed him, running to Bepo instead, leaping into his arms, “I’ll miss you Bepo!” Law’s eyelid twitched lightly, seeing that you had slighted in him favor of Bepo, which got Kidd laughing, teasing him.

-You hugged Law afterwards before running to Whitebeard, “I’ll miss you grandpa- come visit again soon!” he promised, patting your head before you boarded your ship, waving goodbye to Yamato, Momo, Tama, and your other new friends.

-Once back out to sea, the newspaper was quick to arrive, showing multiple alliances, including Crocodile, Mihawk, and Buggy, as well as new bounty posters.

-Luffy and Ace were both comically pouting, sitting on their rears as they were looking at their posters, as Nami was scolding them, leaving them both covered in lumps as they were now both 3 billion beris, but they were pouting more because you were now worth 5 billion, getting the highest bounty, as the government were growing concerned with your abilities, seeing who you’ve brought back to life, not wanting that to happen with others- because if you did the world would fall into disarray.

-You beamed brightly as everyone was comparing their bounties, some were happier than others to see such high bounties. You couldn’t wait to see what would happen next on your next adventure!

[hannahbarberra162]

Squace of Hearts

18+ MDNI

on Ao3 Part 2

(I found this image on Facebook, I can't find who made the collage).

For my Ace loving Nonnies. Thank you for 100 followers! This was supposed to be a one shot but...it's a two shot. Fluff and smut.

Synopsis: You run into your childhood friend, Ace, at a bar on some nameless island. You remember him being cute, but nothing like this. Sparks fly between you (literally) as you rekindle your childhood crushes.

(I know there is a portal fruit already. This one is a little different.)

~~~

“Come on, Squace. I taught you to cheat better than that,” you said with a purr as you leaned your forearm against the top of the wooden chair in front of you. A man with an orange cowboy hat perched on top of shaggy black hair paused as if frozen.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” yelled Twin-Blade immediately, throwing all his cards in the air. The other Whitebeard Commanders sitting at the round wooden table didn’t seem as fussed. 

“How could you not know it yoi? Ace isn’t good at cheating, we just let him because it doesn’t help him win anyway,” replied The Phoenix calmly.  Meanwhile, the man sitting in the chair you were leaning on whipped his head around, eyes wide.

“Is it really you?” he said, standing up and turning around to get a look. Squace looked like the little boy you’d left behind on Dawn Island, but had clearly grown into a man. And what a man.

“In the flesh,” you said with a wink. Ace grinned widely and hugged you, picking you up and swinging you in a circle. You laughed as he swung you, it was so nice to see him after all these years. He set you on the ground and looked you up and down.

“You look great!” You laughed again and gave him a grin.

“You’re not looking so bad yourself there, cowboy,” you said as you flicked the brim of his hat. Ace smiled as he blushed at your compliment. And there he was, the boy that you’d had to leave behind all those years ago. You’d never forget that face.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us to this beauty?” Twin-Blade had evidently relaxed since his outburst and was flashing you a toothy smile. 

“Oh, right. This is Dreamy. We grew up together on Dawn Island.” You laughed again.

“Aww, no one’s called me that in a long time, I missed it. But I guess you probably haven’t been called ‘Squace’ either.”

“Come, sit with us for a moment,” requested Izo. “I have so many questions about how all this happened,” he said, gesturing to Ace as a whole.

“Don’t want to interrupt your card game,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. 

“C’mon, we haven’t seen each other in years. I wanna catch up,” Ace pleaded with those puppy dog eyes you’d never been able to say no to.

“If you insist,” you said, grabbing an empty chair and hauling it to the table at which they were seated. You sat next to Ace, so close your thighs were almost touching. You knew Ace, of course, but the rest you only knew by their wanted posters. 

“So, you two grew up in the same town yoi?” The Phoenix asked. You and Ace exchanged a look.

“Not exactly. I lived way up in the mountains, Ace lived a little closer to the town.” 

“Then how did you meet if you were living so far apart?” You smirked at Ace, ready to tell the childhood story. He tried shaking his head to stop you.

“Dreamy, don’t. It’s embarrassing,” Ace whined. 

“I must, I must! I caught Ace spying on me when I was bathing in the river. So I broke his nose,” you said, reminiscing. The other men at the table laughed uproariously, while Ace turned as red as the beads around his neck.  

“I mean, I set it for him afterwards. He didn’t complain about it too much either. After that, we were thick as thieves. Right, Squace?” You patted Ace’s cheek affectionately, and he leaned into your touch. You weren’t going to embarrass him too much but a little ribbing was always fun.

“Why do you call him Squace?” Izo asked curiously.

“Ah, because his forehead is almost perfectly square. So square plus Ace, you get Squace.” His friends laughed heartily, Twin-Blade even with some tears in his eyes. Ace groaned.

“Then why does he call you Dreamy?” The Phoenix asked with a sly look. You had a feeling he already knew.

“Because I was the dreamiest girl he’d ever seen in his whole life ,” you said with a smile, putting your palms under your chin, your hands framing your face like a flower.

“All right, all right, enough with the kid stuff,” Ace said, still red as a tomato. 

“I’m just teasing you. I missed you a lot,” you told him in a sweet tone. “I’ve been keeping up with you, I have a copy of all your bounty posters. I got worried when I stopped seeing the Spade pirates, but it seems you’ve found your place,” you said gesturing around the table.

“Oh, sorry. Let me introduce everyone. This is Thatch, Izo, and Marco. We’re all Whitebeard Commanders.” Ace looked proud of himself and his friends. He had a right to be, it was incredibly impressive. They inclined their heads at you and waved as Ace said their names. Good looking buncha pirates, you thought. 

“Pleased to meetcha,” you said, saluting them with a finger. You’d been working on the Grand Line for years, but you’d never run into Whitebeard Commanders before. 

“Do you really have all my posters?” Ace asked, flabbergasted.

“Mm-hmm. In my best waterproof trunk for safekeeping. I take ‘em off the walls as soon as they’re updated, only taking the best copies. By the way, I saw Luffy’s starting to make a name for himself.” You weren’t as close with Luffy, Ace hadn’t brought him up the mountain that many times. Still, you kept the kid’s posters too. 

Ace beamed with pride, “yeah, he’s left Dawn Island too.”

“Does he still want to be -”

“The King of the Pirates,” you and Ace finished the sentence together. Even though you’d only met Luffy a handful of times, he’d mentioned his dream…a lot. 

“You’ve gotta tell us more about Ace as a kid,” Thatch begged. 

“Nah, that’s long behind us, I wanna hear about life with Whitebeard . ” You didn’t want to embarrass Ace too much in front of his crewmates. You did have quite a few Ace stories up your sleeve, but you didn’t want to injure his pride. Ace puffed up as he told you about how he was the Second Division Commander, how he’d tried to kill Whitebeard for 100 days, how he’d met Red Haired Shanks and thanked him for saving Luffy’s life, how he’d gotten his devil fruit on Sixis along with a first mate, and many other tales of adventure. He didn’t mention how attractive he’d become, how his lean muscles moved when he shifted, or how his adorable freckles made you want to kiss him all over his face. 

Your cheeks hurt from so much smiling and laughing at his tales. Now you were seeing the other side of Ace you’d missed. As he told his stories, he had swagger, confidence, charm, and humor. It was easy to see why people liked him and how he’d risen to prominence so young, he was effortlessly charismatic. Even when you were kids, you knew he’d do something great with his life. You didn’t have as much confidence about your own path. As he talked about his current life, you noticed all the other Commanders egging him on to tell more and more stories. They obviously cared for him and supported him. You were happy for Ace - he had a hard childhood, born under an unlucky star. He seemed to have found a new family to love him, which he deserved in spades. 

“But what about you?” Ace asked, “what have you been up to? Are you on a pirate crew?”

“Can’t you tell I’m a Marine?” you said sarcastically, gesturing to your outfit. You were wearing a very short dress, tall ass-kicking boots and had a knife strapped to your thigh. “No, I’m just joking. I tried the pirate thing. It wasn’t for me. I’m a mover.”

“A mover? What does that mean?” Ace asked, tilting his head like a puppy. He was so goddamn cute, you wanted to eat him up. You remembered him being a good looking kid, but nothing like this. 

“Just what I said. I move stuff. For a price.” 

“Like, you pick up couches and pianos and stuff?” 

“Something like that,” you replied cryptically. You were building anticipation, but you wanted to show off a little for Ace. Ace looked at you with just as much admiration as he always had and it did something to you. You’d missed the feeling of being someone’s crush and you wanted to relive it.

“You look smaller than you were at 15. How do you move heavy things?” Ace asked, looking you up and down. You absolutely loved it when he gave as good as he got.

“Oi! I’m not smaller! You just got bigger! And besides, like this,” you said, bringing your hands out in front of you. You turned your right and left hands one after the other, like you were twisting a doorknob. A blue portal opened under a beer that had just been set in front of Thatch. The full glass fell into the portal, coming out from an orange portal you’d opened right in front of you. You grabbed the beer before it smashed onto the table, and took a sip. Ace’s mouth was hanging open. You gently closed it for him with your palm. The other Commanders were looking with sharp interest. 

“I ate the move-move no Mi,” you explained. “It allows me to, well, move things. I can open a blue portal and anything that goes through it comes out the orange one. It’s handy. So I made a business where I move large or difficult things, for a high price. That’s what I do.” Well, that was one of the things you did. 

You could see Ace bubbling with questions. You looked at him indulgently, and said “go ahead, ask.” You answered question after question about your devil fruit from both him and his friends. How big could you make the portals (no size limit, but the larger the portal the more energy it took to operate), how much could you fit through the portal (no limit, but it did come out the other side the same size), can you move people (yes, including yourself), how far can you cast the portals (as far as you can see with your naked eye), and was there anything between the portals (no, they were directly connected, no space in between them). You showed off a few tricks, having your hand come out of the table, taking Marco’s glasses off his face and putting them on your own without getting up, simple things like that. After a long while you had enough, you didn’t like talking about yourself all that much. Besides, you had work to do the next day.

“Alright, alright. Listen, Ace, I’ve gotta go now but I’d love to catch up more. How long are you on this island?” 

“Coupla days, I think. Are you staying here for a few as well? Can we meet up for dinner? Here? At 6? Tomorrow?” His voice was going up in pitch the more questions he asked. He was so flustered, you couldn’t help but smile. And tease him just a little more.

“Mmhmm, that’s what’s nice about working for myself. I can leave - or not - when I want. See you tomorrow, cowboy,” you said, kissing his cheek and sauntering away. Ace blushed again. So goddamn cute.

~~~

Ace POV

Ace, along with most of the bar patrons, watched your hips swish out the doors of the bar. He hung his head. “Alright, have at it,” he grunted. He knew he was due for a large amount of teasing from his brothers. 

“Nah, that’d be no fun. First crushes are a sacred thing, man.” Thatch clapped Ace on the shoulder. “Everyone remembers the first person who set their heart aflame,” Thatch said wistfully, grabbing at his chest. “Leo, I’ll never forget you or your washboard abs.”

“True, mine was a girl named Aiko,” Izou chimed in. “I met her at a soba shop. We spent one summer together, enjoying each other’s company at night.” Izou put his chin on his hand, lost in his own thoughts.

“Isabella did it for me,” Marco replied. “I saw her in a swimming suit when I was 10 and I was done for. We get it yoi. Besides, what’s there to say? She’s pretty, powerful fruit, fun to be around. Did she really break your nose?”

Ace was surprised at their mature responses. He thought they’d be eating him alive for all the information you’d brought up or for how hard he’d tried to impress you. There was something about seeing you again that made him feel exactly as he did when he was a boy. You were so cool, so charming, so sexy. He had always tried to impress you, but he never felt like he measured up. Maybe now he could redeem himself. 

“Yeah, she did. She was so angry she punched me in the face, still completely nude after getting out of the river.” Ace still remembered your perfect boobs from that day. He had thought about them…many times over his teen years.

“High spirited,” Thatch said, looking for a waitress to order another beer. 

“Yeah, you could say that,” Ace thought back on some of his memories with you. Most were fun, hunting, trapping, foraging, things like that. You’d taught him how to play cards, how to cheat at cards, how to tie knots, how to do a lot of basic things that no one had bothered to teach him. You were a shining spot in a rather bleak childhood and he’d held onto your memory dearly. Yes, he had Luffy, but he’d always been watching over Luffy, protecting him. Until you left, he felt like there was someone watching over him . 

“When was the last time you saw each other?” Izou asked, swirling his sake gently.

“Oh, well, we met when I was 11 and she left when I was 13… so she would have been 15, I think? She sailed off the island and I didn’t hear from her again. We’re only a couple years apart in age.”

Marco furrowed his brow. “She set sail at 15 yoi? With her family?” 

Ace shook his head. “No, she lived alone. No family. She just up and left one day,” Ace said, shrugging. It had broken his heart when he’d realized you really weren’t coming back for him. The two of you had talked endlessly about leaving Dawn Island, but he always thought you’d do it together. 

“So, she lived by herself as an orphan child, in the mountains, and set sail alone at 15? What the fuck was happening on your island yoi? She’s lucky to be alive and not enslaved.” Ace hadn’t really thought about it that way. It was all normal to him - he was basically feral until Makino and Sabo had helped him. Why did you set sail so young? Maybe he’d ask you tomorrow. 

“And what about those portals, man?” Thatch exclaimed, getting his hands on a frosty glass. “Really interesting. I wonder if she fights with ‘em. Like you think you’re gonna slice her but bam! You’ve just stabbed yourself in the side.” The others agreed, and talked about various applications they’d use it for. Marco, of course, was curious about its medical application and if it could be used surgically. Ace’s imagination ran wild when he saw your power. He really wanted to see more of it in action. 

“Well, you’re all gonna hafta wait to find out,” Ace declared. “None of you are welcome to meet up with her tomorrow.” He folded his arms across his chest.

“And why is that Squace ?” Izou said with a grin. Ah, there it was. It was bound to happen sooner or later. He knew with the kind of details that you’d shared there’d be no way they could resist the bait. 

“Yeah, show us your forehead!” Thatch reached for Ace’s neck, trying to get him into a headlock. Thatch wrestled with Ace playfully while Izou and Marco watched, cheering Thatch on.

“We wanna see the square yoi!” 

“Is that why you have those curtain bangs? And wear that hideous hat?”

“C’mon Thatch, aim for his sides yoi, he’s ticklish!” 

“Don’t let his dreaminess get in your way!” 

It was all good fun. Ace wasn’t using his fruit power and Thatch was a good wrestler so it was pretty even. They had to stop when they smashed a table and got in trouble with the waitress. Afterwards, they walked back to the Moby Jr, where they were all sleeping for the night. Maybe Ace should rent a hotel room for tomorrow? Nah, that would be too much. He didn’t know if you were actually interested or just being a flirt. Either way, he was looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night. 

~~~

Your POV

You took your time getting ready to meet up with Ace. You were traveling through the Grand Line alone, so you didn’t have a ton of stuff with you. You were always ready to leave at a moment’s notice, grab-and-go style. Even so, you put in your best effort.  He was so good looking, he had to have a lot of experience with women. You wanted to live up to his expectations. You gave yourself a final twirl in the bathroom mirror and left your hotel room. Well, not exactly your room, you weren’t paying for it. You just portaled yourself into empty rooms and it usually worked out just fine.

Ace was even better looking in person than you’d seen in his posters. Sure, you pulled whenever you wanted to, but this was Ace . You’d thought about him so many times over the years, the sweet kisses you’d shared together as you “taught him how to kiss properly.” He was so special to you, really the only good thing that had ever happened to you on that shithole island. Sure you could be witty and flirty, but beneath that was an intense desire to not completely fuck this up.

You arrived at the bar around 6 and took a seat. You didn’t see him yet, and portaled yourself a beer while you waited. It was always amusing to switch things around and watch people’s confusion. You had just switched a guy’s fork and knife back and forth for the fifth time when you spotted Ace through the window. You’d enjoyed meeting his fellow Commanders but hoped they wouldn’t join in. You smiled and raised your glass, showing him you were there. He smiled that beautiful 1,000 watt smile that made your heart stop. He walked up to your table and plopped down. 

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” You couldn’t stop yourself, teasing him was so fun and easy.

“What’s going on, Dreamy? Starting without me?” You grinned and portaled him a menu to look for something to drink. Ace took the menu cheerfully. 

“What are you drinking? Looks good.” 

“Oh, ah, I just sort of grabbed it, I’m not sure where it is on the menu.” You didn’t offer to take the menu either.

“Isn’t that nice, you taking care of me on the first date?”

“ Is this our first date? I seem to recall some other times we were together…” The two of you spent hours together, drinking and chatting, reminiscing over old memories. It felt you’d been separated for months, not years. You’d clicked since the moment you’d met as kids and things were no different now. 

After your first round, he handed you the menu again. “Whatcha thinking about drinking next?” You glanced over it but didn’t take it from him.

“You pick, I don’t care.”

After a few hours and many drinks, you were tipsy and wanted to get a little more forward with your flirting. 

“Ace, let’s get out of here. I wanna take a walk.” You didn’t wait for his response, just made a large portal, grabbed his arm, and brought him through it. You held him up by his waist since it was disorienting the first few times to go through a portal. He sagged against you, looking a little worse for the wear. 

“But what about the bill, we didn’t pay -”

You waved off his concern. “I left money on the table. I know you’ll be here a few more days, I won’t getcha banned from the place. Don’t worry about it.” You weren’t lying, you did actually pay for the drinks you’d ordered. With someone else’s money. Usually you’d just portal yourself some money from a marine base or some noble’s house when you needed some cash. So what? It wasn’t like the Marines or some fat cats would miss a few thousand Beri. You weren’t exactly a pirate, you didn’t have a crew or your own boat. You just sailed around for work, taking what you wanted and then leaving. It was similar-ish to piracy but not exactly the same. Your moral compass didn’t have any objections and your wallet didn’t either. 

Ace recuperated quickly and was excited at having gone through a portal. You could tell he was going to start asking you more questions, so you put your hand on his shoulder and backed him into the brick wall right behind him. You put your hand on the wall behind him, even though he was taller than you.

“Ace, you wanna try something I’ve been thinking about?” Ace nodded solemnly. You slowly inched your face closer to his, bringing your mouth near his face. Ace put his hands around your waist, bringing you closer. You gripped his bare shoulders tightly and exhaled into his ear. Ace shivered but didn’t move. You knew what he thought was going to happen but you couldn’t resist. 

“Do you wanna try joining our devil fruit powers together?” you whispered seductively into his ear. You thought you’d tease him but he quickly turned the tables on you. He leaned back further against the wall and leaned his foot against it, like he was getting comfortable. He moved one of his hands from your waist to behind your neck, pulling you even closer.

“I can think of something else I’d like to do together,” he whispered as an answer. You loved seeing this side of Ace. Maybe he’d gotten his footing after catching up with you at the bar. “It’s been a while since my last lesson. I’d like to show you what I’ve learned.”

“I’d like that too,” you said huskily. He brought both of his hands up to cradle your face, bringing his lips down to your own. You were looking up at his freckled face, yearning written all over yours.

“I can tie a monkey’s fist knot in under two minutes,” he said, ghosting his lips on yours as he spoke. He didn’t kiss you, just released your face from his hands and returned them to your waist. Your mouth dropped open and he closed it with his palm, like you’d done to him. It was your turn to flush while he smirked. Oh, he’d grown up all right. 

Once your face returned to a normal color, you punched Ace in the shoulder. “That’s not funny!”

“I think it’s pretty funny,” Ace said languidly. You huffed, but smiled after. You liked playing the game as much as he did.

“I do wanna try combining our powers though, for real. I wanna see if we can send flames through a portal.” Ace’s eyes lit up. 

~~~

It wasn’t even a big fire on the Moby Jr., you didn’t see what the issue was. It was put out pretty quickly, too. Besides, Ace had set the ship on fire before, you could see the scorch marks on the deck. Yes, it was late at night and everyone was sleeping but you had successfully combined your powers, wasn’t that interesting? The Phoenix apparently did not think so.

“What were you thinking yoi?” Marco said, shaking his head at the two of you. You felt like you were being scolded by a parent. You were gonna let Ace take the lead on this one.

“Um…we were trying to see if we could find a new battle strategy?” Ace answered, trying to see if that would satisfy Marco.

“Why would you want to battle our own ship yoi?” Marco replied, exasperated. You snickered, what a bad answer. “And you, Dreamy,” Marco said, rounding on you, “I expected better from you.” Your laughter stopped in the face of the stern half transformed Phoenix in front of you. Dang, this is what guilt felt like. 

“We can fix it in the morning. What do we need? Wood? Money?” You weren’t worried. You could get those things no problem. There was a Marine base on the other side of the island, easy pickings.

Marco had a chilling grin on his face. “Oh no, yoi. You have to buff that out by hand. Sandpaper, vinegar, that kind of thing. See you tomorrow, bright and early yoi.” Marco walked away, smoothing his feathers. You glared at Ace behind Marco’s back. 

“What?! It wasn’t all my fault! I don’t control the portals!” You weren’t actually mad, it had been really fun to blast things with fire, even if it meant more work tomorrow. And yes, maybe you had partially been at fault. But it’s not like you were going to disobey the First Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, so you’d be working with Ace tomorrow morning to fix the ship. You’d had worse jobs.  You put your arm around his waist and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Guess I’ll be under you tomorrow, Commander. Maybe for the whole day,” you said silkily.

“I can be a stern taskmaster, hope you’re up for it,” he cooed.

“I’ve been known to enjoy a little strict supervision now and again,” you murmured close to his ear.

“Goodnight, Squace.” You turned to him and stood on your toes, asking with your eyes once more for a kiss. 

“Goodnight, Dreamy,” as he leaned in to capture your lips with his, you escaped through a portal at your feet in the last second, leaving only the echoing sound of your laughter. 

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Alright, you got me at a good week. Lightning struck and the great convergence happened. The alignment of me having a rare stretch of getting particularly let's say "hormonal" for modesty while my brain is going through a storm system of fixation on the character.

What does this mean for you? Dear reader, it means I'm about to drop a ship on you utilizing recent developments. A ship that would easily take an off-ramp from canon if we assume whatever Kiku decided to do with her life kept her in Wano. Place your bets...

No, not Ulti. But...hot, I ever, ever so vibe with it in a "disastrous bicurious situationship" sorta way. Those two are great if we want to remake the Taste music vid. No I'm talking about Page One. Which conflicts with my norm of not really thinking about Page One but when it hits man...this is a lowkey deep ore vein. Let me pitch it to you in a modern AU to really nail the vibe.

They were on rival teams growing up but never really interacted. She should be a senior with Ulti but had to take a couple years off after suddenly losing her brother so they're both college sophomores. Ended up lab partners and Kiku's calm sociability got them talking about favorite bands. She darted out of class one day suddenly and he noticed the tears. Didn't say anything until Kiku returned to an empty classroom except for Page One acting like he was writing something next to Kiku's bag with everything neatly put away. Since then every day after class they each pick an album, light a few scented candles, and sprawl out on the floor of Kiku's apartment to just...chill.

Is it everlasting true love? Nah probably not but there's just enough there that maybe it is and that's their secret that can snowball. Because the story writes itself:

"Oh but wasn't Page One a bad guy?" Yeah but Kiku never had to viscerally see it and her backstory lends itself to sympathy for the kids who had nowhere else to go. She's also firm enough she'd demand any redemption was genuine but forgiving enough to help him.

"Yeah but she's trans..." Who gives a shit for shipping first of all I can make P1 a trans man if I want but actually? Think it'd be much of a hurdle for someone who grew up with Yamato?

Page One likes that Kiku would be the type who has no trouble handling Ulti. And he has developed such a tolerance for being randomly spear tackled and glomped over the years it's not really on his radar that Kiku occasionally does the same.

Ulti gets a bonus cute sister that likes cuddles and can withstand Ulti's very forceful kind of affection.

Kiku gets a surrogate big sister to pester who'd help overcome the grief of losing Izo. A tragedy those two would always respect the gravity of while they in turn get a very kind if rowdy extended family.

Peak "He was a punk, she did ballet" vibes. Literally. Heavy metal pirate dinosaur guy and heiress to a school of traditional dance.

Sizable woman? Not more sizable than a dinosaur.

I'm christening it. The ship has sailed. If there are a thousand PayKu truthers out there I am among them. If there is only one PayKu truther left I am them. If there are zero PayKu truthers remaining, I am dead.

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON | John Price

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Chapter One

Jinx. A teenager they approved of as a lost cause incapable of fixing a teenager who is and will forever be rebellious and unfit for society. She herself has earned this designation

A lost cause

Did it bother her? As long as she was at peace then no. But life on the street could never be peaceful, she had never learned that in all her sixteen years of life. Life is never peaceful and everyone lies, ever since she could remember she had been alone, but did that bother her? No. Yes.

She felt lonely, of course, but she also felt that she could make it on her own. A bit of narcissistic thinking, but that's how she thought she would survive, and apparently she succeeded, because she is still alive today.

Miracle.

Lying on the uncomfortable bed of the reformatory she looked up at the ceiling, the teddy bear who accompanied her like a faithful friend lay on her chest exceptionally she would pull him out to hug him she always did when she doubted. It gave her peace of mind as if the teddy bear was the only person dead because he was an object, but she had the feeling that he understood her. As the only

The day was to begin as always wake up after Friday morning toilet breakfast at six o'clock school activities from eight to fifteen free time until seventeen afternoon study time until nineteen showers and sleep. The constant routine that blended into her veins was tedious, of course she tried to find entertainment wherever she fell, but it wasn't enough.

The boredom that entered her nostrils like oxygen that sucks in caused her to be bored. Who would have expected that? She didn't know what to do. She knew to strive for routine, she had already learned many times that it was better not to piss off the guards, it always ends uninterestingly from an intense beating with a baton to leaving her for days in solitary confinement with poor food and drink such that she would not die of thirst.

She longed for freedom, every day she would have prayed to escape this hell, which was called a juvenile correctional facility, but a new name had formed in her mind. Cops' mental institution.

How much she would give to be able to run free again, to feel the same adrenaline rush when she stole something to be able to run away from a familiar shopkeeper again. She longed for that come what may, those were her darkest times, every day she wondered if she would survive.

Would god be so merciful as to give her extra moments of life, before placing new stumbling blocks at her feet, she would give her whole body along with her soul for... for a good home

Every day described was routine, but today... today was something different, she woke up later than usual as if the guards had skipped her. As if they wanted to starve her to death, when she jumped off the top of the bunk bed she noticed Isolde her cellmate. She disappeared not there.

Didn't she wake me up?

Jinx thought, more and more questions were being asked in her head, but there were no answers. The cell was closed, the small wooden table was further against the wall and continued as small, but also large, because two people could write in notebooks on it, the small lamp continued to stand on the desk, the lower part of Isolde's bed was bedded. As they always do when they get up, so they did not forcibly lead her out by herself she left

Why am I alone? As she approached the cold bars of the cell she leaned her hands against them trying to look out through the closed bars she saw nothing. It was dark in the corridor

Is it still night? Am I asleep?

No answers to these questions

Isolde was not there. She was alone, confused unusually. She wouldn't remember Izo was supposed to go to solitary confinement for misbehavior, Izo was more of the docile inmates. Jinx wondered how she ended up here, but the younger girl always brushed off the question by saying she didn't want to talk about it. Jinx did not press

She thought she shouldn't

Isolde didn't press Jinx to talk about her life either, Jinx thought her life was twisted like... How? Well, that's how she always came up with all sorts of twisted things, but now nothing was popping into her head. She let out a shuddering breath and goosebumps appeared on her skin, it was cold in the cells as if she was in a cooler, but the heat to the icy room was gently getting in. And she had nothing to warm herself with anyway, her navy blue prison uniform hung loosely on her body and a white undershirt hugged her chest. Jinx wasn't a fan of buttoning up her uniform shirt, so she walked around with the undershirt on and the navy blue uniform shirt served as outerwear.

The navy blue pants hung on her like a sack of potatoes were certainly too big, but they were fine at the waist, only every now and then she had to pull them up to keep them from falling off her waist and showing the underwear underneath. The washed and slowly deteriorating sneakers that were the only ones that came with her to the prison and had not been taken away were already slightly chafing the teenager's skin, she was definitely slowly growing out of them, but there was no point in asking for new ones yet.

Besides, she loved the shoes too much to leave them behind, they had gone through so much time with her that she didn't want to leave them behind even if it was to end up with bruised feet.

Her legs carried her to the wall, where she impetuously hit the cold brick wall to slowly slide towards the ground to sit on it. As cold as the wall was the cells were never heated only for the winter the guards gave them thicker quilts that was it, if they froze to death the guards did not grieve. To them it was normal, as if every kid in this reformatory was a lost cause as if there was no saving them.

Jinx thought otherwise

Of course that those kids were doing wrong she also committed crimes, but behind every bad act there was a reason. There could have been a myriad of reasons, but the criminals, at least the juvenile ones, were never listened to why they did it, they just had these two phrases written into their files, which hurt everyone.

A lost cause

They could have helped give them another chance. To listen to them. But no.

The authorities thought they knew better what was worth saving and what was written off, everything according to them was listed as unsalvageable, unchangeable. But every kid who came here was panicked. They were afraid. She was also afraid when she came here could she blame the kids there for being afraid? No, but the guards were of a different opinion every day new juvenile prisoners who were not understood and were sent here to change to serve time for their actions were doomed to eternal derision and insults from the prison guards.

Was there anything they could do? No. They couldn't even stand up to them, say enough, that they should stop. There was nothing they could do, they were doomed to it. The reformatory was supposed to teach humility and calmness listening to orders and learning to enter society, but the reformatory only taught how people in authority control us as they lie to us right to our faces mocking us behind closed doors.

Jinx was no longer the youngest, but she was still not an adult, she was a teenager who lived on the streets because that was the way life had chosen her. As if a god had said it was her destiny to suffer forever, but feeling pain, she believed she shouldn't exist after all, she was the one who escaped from her parents' basement to try to survive on her own. At the age of ten she learned quick turns in sprinting, as well as refining her sprinting and mind, when she was eleven she learned to do parkour well jumping from one fire cage to another or jumping over a fence didn't always end nicely at least at first. When she was learning skinned knees and elbows and hands were the norm, but eventually she learned, she also perfected the art of stealing to somehow survive.

The hardest time was in winter, thick clothes blocked some of her movements as well as slowed her sprinting, she couldn't wear anything lighter because she would freeze. Winter was always the hardest like the period when people wish each other happy holidays and the new year she was undergoing the most important test then. Whether it was all she learned on the street or learned from it, she survived winters with difficulty, but then it was a signature that she learned to live in winter. She didn't care about dirt she was constantly dirty, being homeless involved

With constant struggle

With constant filth

And that rats are your friends, unless they have rabies, then not.

And that everyone lies and there is no help on the streets, no friends of the homeless. The rivalry among the homeless was of two camps, either you are their family not even biological family, but family or you are their enemy for life, Jinx chose the term enemy of all. She didn't trust them, she preferred to gather supplies herself and live alone rather than give away what she managed to gather and give to others as generosity, she was the one who gathered it all then why should she give it away claiming that these elderly homeless people need it? They're going to die sooner or later anyway, they're going to die faster than her so why waste food on them?

- Stop feeling sorry for yourself. - the British voice of a familiar guard spoke up. Sullyvan. This nasty guard stole her affection, she liked him. In a friendly form of meaning of course, she loved to tease him and he loved to remind her how much she had fucked up in her life - after you grieve elsewhere," sighed Sullyvan pulling out his keys with a clank.

Raising an eyebrow Jinx watched his movements as he opened the cells, the key went into the lock and was turned the clank of metal against metal echoed through the empty cells and the prison hall. The teenager didn't know what he was talking about. As if a familiar guard caught her unspoken question he smiled - You're out. That's what you do. - He confessed to her, the teenager's lips parted

Going out? To freedom?

She won't have to look at those nasty gray shades of the walls in the cell as well as the walls of the prison, she'll be able to escape this routine that boiled in her veins which she vomited and shit so much she couldn't count. She won't have to eat food in this nasty place, come on it can hardly be called food mostly watered down noodles with some unknown sauce she always wrinkled her face at the sight of it while holding back her vomiting motions.

But she had to eat it to not die, come on she would have gladly jumped into the arms of the dark reaper. But not like this, death by starvation was for those who gave up those who no longer had the will and strength to keep fighting - Oh fuck on, don't think so much," Robert complained, his patience was never great. For that she liked him he often lost patience, but he was a good man a good nicotine dealer - Jeez, you can't just tell me I'm leaving and not give away the details - I muttered raising myself gracefully on my hands to get up from the ground.

- You'll find out all the details soon enough - confessed the guard began to lead me down that familiar dingy corridor, the echo of our footsteps spread along the entire length of the corridor and bounced off the walls - What's there to explain much? I'm going to freedom - the surprise written on the face of the teenager exceptionally amused the guard, who patted her on the shoulder

- You'll be surprised honey, you'll be surprised," he confessed with a slight giggle and his British accent sounded on his lips so that she had to strain her hearing and wits to understand him. If sight kills Sullyvan would be dead more than once he could have already dug himself thousands of graves thousands of times Jinx sent him the same or that threw daggers when she didn't like something - You watch out Sullyvan yet you will find that your dick will get smaller - muttered quietly the teenager entering the room where she had been questioned many times.

She didn't like this room, not because this is where they interrogate all juvenile delinquents, but for the fact that they also used this room for torture as she called it. When someone misbehaved they would take them into this room lock them up and beat them as if they wanted to kill them, but at the edge of life and death they would restrain themselves as if they guessed that what they were doing was wrong, but... they kept doing it self-reflection was lacking and the trauma in the prisoners grew with every fucking day.

Jinx wished the walkers of these youngest had it better, but she could only dream. All she could think about was what was about to happen to her next interrogation? Not then the main one of the guards would come for her. Torture? After all, she hadn't done anything wrong, at least not recently. They could have found out about the cigarette dealer, but then Robert would have been screwed too and not just her, she was already alone in the room a metal table stood in the middle of the room and two black chairs beside it, she couldn't forget how uncomfortable those chairs were she spent hours sitting on one of them as she got up from the table the other day she could sit down that her legs didn't exist. The same for her butt.

She didn't even notice the moment the woman walked in she was quite an older woman to her eye, but she didn't have that many gray hairs, she could have been in her forties, but work had caused her a mass of wrinkles and the little gray hairs that are in her bun and in her bangs - Oho fuck Laswell - muttered Jinx running her hand over her already tired face, a day full of thoughts was slowly killing her

She knew Kate, she was the one who caught her. If only she hadn't trusted her she wouldn't be here, but that trust hadn't disappeared by some miracle she respected this womanodź herself couldn't explain why. Maybe it was the idea she came up with when they tried to catch her, the local police couldn't handle it so they called for better support not the military, but the CIA agency was no longer a go-between as Jinx found out the day she was caught. She was extremely snarky and annoyed, but Laswell saw something in her, but never told her what - Should I be happy to see you? - The rhetoric in Jinx's question was ignored by Kate

- Yes you should. I have an offer," the older woman confessed as she sat down in an uncomfortable chair at the table, feeling sorry for her she doesn't know what she's done sitting down in that chair, "You'll get out of juvie," the woman began as she saw Jinx's eyes glowing her blue irises showed hope which Laswell beat like an egg to scrambled eggs, "But you'll be in the care of the military so you can re-enter the civilian world when the government decides you won't harm anyone," Laswell explained

The hope in the teenager's eyes was extinguished, someone is supposed to watch over her like a child? She is not a child to hell she is sixteen years old. And she is not dangerous! She has changed, no. She hasn't changed.

But the offer sounded so beautiful she wouldn't have to see all those guards' faces anymore, she wouldn't be afraid of whether she did everything right and whether she would end up in this Hall but for the torture. Everything sounded so beautiful, she couldn't believe it

Everyone lies, after all

But. If she turned it down she would be a fool, she didn't know what to do herself. But if an unsuitable and incompetent caretaker came along she could easily escape, but then she would lose a sure roof over her head and food, if she got it at all. New caretakers might not trust her as much and claim that the food they give her is plenty and there would probably be enough to keep her from starving to death, but she would certainly lose weight.

She didn't know what to do

A mass of questions few answers

To trust or not to trust?

What should she do?

She didn't know. She was at the mercy of fate, which was anyway like a flimsy thread that had survived more than she had in her entire life - And what will I get out of it? - asked the skeptical teenager Laswell turned her head slightly to the side without taking her eyes off the younger girl - If you behave well and show the committee that you have changed you will regain your full freedom - stated Kate leaning back crossing her arms on her chest. The teen squinted her eyes wanted to find any sign that Laswell was lying, but couldn't.

Either the agent is so adept at hiding her lies or it's Jinx who can't read them. The offer sounded so beautiful in the teenager's mind - Fine. I'll go," Jinx stated, "But what if I don't change? - she asked suddenly, when Laswell started to get up, the older woman interrupted her activity to look at Jinx - Then you will come back here. And most likely you'll get out when you grow up, but it won't be that easy you'll then be monitored constantly every day until you make one mistake and end up in an actual real prison and not a reformatory," she explained without lying to Laswell

It sounded a little like a threat, Jinx began to regret asking - Well no matter. Let's go," she said, wanting to lose this topic already not to think about it intensely, she was tired. The day had just begun and already sucked all the essence of energy on her.

- Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. For that, pack to what you want to take, if you have anything," Laswell stated, waving her hand towards the Venetian mirror for the guard to escort me to my cell.

A new opportunity?

New fun. But if they fucked it up it will come back here and it won't be colorful, but was Laswell lying sometimes? She didn't know, but new paths in life interested her she wanted to check them out.

She had been on this show before she had been with police officers most often commentators, but they gave up at her frequent pranks she had been with ex-military men who had retired, but she was too quick and resourceful for them.

Jinx is now curious to see what Laswell has come up with for her, already new plans are forming in her head on how to fuck up the life of the one who wants to take on her care. This is going to be interesting

[quinloki]

We've seen yan Marco and Izo with a touch starved reader. What do you think of a reader with haphephobia? Exposure therapy is a long process but they're nothing if not dedicated

Fear of touching or being touched.

On the Whitebeard Pirate Crew.

On the - specifically Yandere Whitebeard Pirate crew.

.... oof. Hang in there reader. I mean, Thatch and Ace would give me cause to worry about success, but I think - especially considering Yandere - Marco and Izou aren't a bad combination. the only person more likely to be even better would possibly be Crocodile.

Maybe even Mihawk.

Doflamingo and Shanks would be a NIGHTMARE.

[zoro-sremedy]

a/n: i like teasing myself apparently.

Word count: 3.2k

In the fine print. Two. Fine print, finer threads.

The sliding door clicked shut behind them, muffling the laughter and music still spilling through the party. Out here, the city was quiet. Cool air rolled in from the bay, brushing against your bare arms like a secret.

Zoro said nothing at first, hands tucked in his pockets, the deep green of his shirt catching the soft glow of the paper lanterns strung above them. You leaned against the railing, fingers curled around the edge. "You're quieter than I expected."

Zoro glanced at her, the corner of his mouth twitching. "You talk enough for the both of us." That earned him a laugh—low, amused, warm. "So I've been told."

They stood in a warm silence for a beat, the night drawing close around them, thick with unspoken things. Below, the city stretched in white lights and steel, humming with life. Up here, it felt like a world apart.

"You don't like parties?" You asked, tilting your head towards him. "I don't like noise," he said. "But this one's not so bad."

You arched a brow. "Because of the company?" His gaze lingered on you then, slow and hiding something behind those steely gray eyes. "Yeah, something like that."

The air seemed to shift. Your breath hitched—just barely—and Zoro took a step closer. No touching. Just near enough that you felt the heat of him, the weight of his attention. Your heart thudded once, hard.

"You're not what I expected either," he whispered. You smirked, but it didn't reach your eyes. "Good or bad?"

"Undecided," he said, voice rough at the edges now. He leaned in—measured and steady—until his words brushed her skin more than her ears. "Ask me again in the morning."

Your faces were close now. Too close. The kind of close that didn't end up just talking, but someone bent over the railing. You hope that's you, honestly.

"Oh?" Your voice was barely a whisper. "Where are we gonna be in the morning?" He had your full attention now, your body turned fully towards him, almost touching, the space between each other electric and trembling—one word away from ruin.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, love", he muttered back, eyes flicking to your mouth with a kind of hunger that made your skin prickle. You laughed, genuinely, and his gaze held you there like a hand on your throat—soft, yet possessive.

Then, softer now, like he couldn't help himself: "But if we're in my bed by morning, I wouldn't really complain. Sounds like a nice way to start my morning". Your breath hitched. His head tilted just slightly, like he was thinking about the best way to ruin you.

You blinked, heat coiling low in your belly. Your lips curved, slow and sharp.

"Oh, baby," you whispered, stepping in until your chest brushed his, "do be careful. I don't make promises I can’t keep." Then you leaned in, voice brushing his ear like silk and sin. "And I'm very good at keeping people up before morning."

That did it.

Zoro's eyes darkened, jaw ticking, restraint unraveling by the second. He stepped closer, and your back nearly met the railing. His hand almost rose—to touch, to claim, to crush that last inch between you—but he held himself back. Just barely.

His gaze dropped to your lips.

"I'll hold you to that," he murmured, and started to lean in.

And that's exactly when the sliding door banged open. Fucking hell.

"AYYYYY!" Ace's voice boomed across the balcony like a foghorn of bad timing. "Why are the hottest people always hiding?!"

You jumped back a fraction. Zoro's expression didn't shift much but his glare toward the interruption could've cracked a stone in two. Behind a very drunk Ace stumbled a small, wobbly crew: Izo, looking equal parts apologetic and entertained, Sanji waving a bottle of sake, and Nami already halfway through an eye roll.

The moment shattered like glass underfoot. But the tension? Still thrumming, tangled between you and Zoro like a live wire.

"Saved by the idiots," you muttered, half to yourself.

He leaned in one last time, voice low in your ear.

"This isn't over."

"A toast!" Ace declared, already mid-toast and waving his arm like a conductor of drunken chaos. "To… whatever this is! You two! Something romantic and vaguely inappropriate probably!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose as Izo tried—and failed—to wrangle him back by the arm. "Ace, maybe let's not—"

"Let's absolutely!" he cut in gleefully.

Sanji appeared with the grace of a man who had not been drinking water all evening. "Zoro, my tragically asshole coworker, drink before you die of repression." He handed him the bottle of sake like a peace offering between frenemies.

Zoro gave him a flat look. Then, without a word, tipped the bottle back and took a long, slow swig. No glass, no hesitation. "You brute…" Sanji muttered, scandalized and vaguely impressed.

You blinked, amused. Then your eyes flicked towards Izo, who was now physically dragging Ace away by the collar of his shirt like a misbehaving cat. Your glare promised murder. His wide-eyed expression promised later gossip.

Zoro passed the bottle to you next, fully expecting you to roll your eyes or ask for a cup. Instead, you took it. Tipped your head back. Drank.

Not a sip, A drink. Confident, graceful, a little dangerous.

When your gaze met his over the rim, something in him stuttered—just for a second. Mouth parted, chest rising a little too deep. Oh. Fucking hot.

You handed the bottle back and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smirking. "Still undecided?"

Zoro looked at you like you were a fucking problem. A beautiful one.

Before he could answer, Ace called from somewhere inside, "Shot contest! Winner get's Nami's respect and nothing else!"

Sanji raced inside like his life depended on it. Zoro leaned in just enough that only you could hear. "You're gonna kill me."

You grinned. "Only if you're lucky enough to make it to my bed."

By the time you're inside with Zoro, Sanji and Ace are halfway through their shot contest looking worse for wear, your hair is a little windblown from outside but you still feel all warm inside. You see Zoro loosening his shirt collar, that convo outside still simmering between the two of you.

It doesn't take long for Nami to break the party and start sending everyone home, so you also take it as your cue. The people are filling out, laughter lingering in the air, you're on the curb waiting for your chauffeur to come around.

You spot Zoro near the curb, one hand in his pocket, the other lazily flipping his keys. The crowd's thinning, and he's still here—looking like a sin you haven't committed yet.

"Heading out?" you ask, strolling up slowly.

Zoro raises a brow, eyes raking down your silhouette with zero shame, "Yeah. You?"

You tilt your head, smile like a dare. "Thought I might offer you a ride. Your place is on the way… unless you'd rather take the long way to my home." His mouth twitches, something dark and delicious flickering behind his eyes. "Depends. Is the long way scenic?"

You lean in, lips brushing his ear like a promise. "Leather seats. Tinted windows. Plenty of room."

He put his keys in his pockets and walks towards you. "When you put it like that, how can I resist?" The two of you make idle chatter while waiting for your vehicle, watching Izo throw Ace in the back of his car and cursing all the way. If he sees you, he completely ignores you, perhaps thanks to a certain green haired muscle man.

The SUV pulled up smooth and silent, black as midnight and just as inviting. The driver stepped out, opened the door with a practiced nod, and Zoro held your gaze as you slid inside—like you were daring him to follow.

He didn't hesitate.

The door shut behind him with a satisfying thud. You leaned back into the plush leather seat, legs crossed, one arm draped over the rest like you owned the place—and tonight, you did. Zoro settled across from you, manspreading deliciously and inviting. The soft hum of the engine filled the silence.

Then came the click of the partition sliding up, smooth and final. Just the two of you now, No more interruptions.

Your eyes met his. "Comfortable?"

He gave a low grunt of a laugh, the kind that rolled in his chest. "You tell me."

You uncrossed your legs slowly, then let one heel dangle from your toes—precarious, teasing. His eyes dropped, tracking the movement like it was a threat. Or a promise.

Then, with deliberate ease, you reached out with your foot, nudging the inside of his thigh. Light, playful, dangerous.

Zoro didn't move at first. Just stared. Then, slowly, he leaned in—caught your ankle in one large, calloused hand—and brought it to his mouth. He pressed a kiss to the inside, just above the ankle. Then another—higher. Hotter. Possessive.

"You're fucking trouble," he muttered against your skin. Then his eyes dragged up your body like he was counting all the ways he wanted to eat you up. "Come here already."

Before you could play coy, he looked up—eyes dark, unreadable— and tugged you closer with a firm, fluid pull. You gasped as she found herself straddling him, knees on either side of his thighs, dress riding high.

His hand slid up your back, guiding you in until your chest brushed his. He leaned in, lips grazing your ear. "I've been thinking about this all night. You, on me. Under me. Around me." His other hand curled around your waist, anchoring you in place. "So don't tease me unless you're ready to find out how long I can make this last."

You slid your hands around his shoulders, nails scraping along until it reached the back of his neck where you pulled his hair playfully. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Zo'."

He breathed a laugh, then before you could say anything else his lips captured yours—hot, deep, possessive. A kiss that made you feel all over the way to your toes.

The kiss deepened, dragging a sound from your throat you didn't even know you were holding in. His tongue slid against yours with devastating purpose, one hand fisting in your hair, the other splayed wide on your ass, squeezing the supple skin softly.

You shifted against him, hips rolling instinctively, and Zoro groaned—low and guttural. His restraint cracked at the edges, the kind of sound that warned you he wasn't far from snapping.

His hand slid under your dress, palms hot against the back of your thighs as he lifted you just slightly, pressing you harder into him. You could feel him—hard, thick, straining against his slacks—and the friction made your head spin.

"Fuck," he muttered, voice like gravel against your throat. "You're gonna make me fucking lose it."

You kissed along his jaw, lips trailing heat. "That's the idea."

He grabbed your hips, stilling your movements with a grip that said no more games. His mouth found your neck, breathing hot as he whispered between soft kisses, "I want  you. Fuck, I need you."

Your fingers tangled in his shirt, dress bunched up around your hips, heart pounding loud in your ears. "Then take me," you breathed.

For a second, he looked like he might. Like every ounce of control he'd been clinging to was about to shatter. But then—Zoro pulled back just an inch. Enough to breathe. Enough to think. His forehead rested against yours, eyes closed, jaw clenched.

"I could," he said, voice strained and reverent. "God, I want to. But not like this. Not in the back of a fucking car."

You blinked, breathless. He was still holding you, still rock hard beneath you, but grounding you at the same time. "I want you," he said again, softer now. "But I want to take my time. Hear every sound you make. Learn what makes you fall apart."

Your chest rose and fell against his, dizzy with heat and something dangerously close to affection. Then touched his cheek, thumb brushing the edge of his jaw. "You're such a fucking gentleman."

Zoro smirked, barely. "Don't count on it."

Just then, the SUV slowed, the faint sound of gravel under tires.

"Looks like we're here," he said, not even looking outside.

You didn't move. Neither did he.

The silence between you sizzled, thick with tension that still hadn't gone away—just simmered, coiled, waiting. Zoro's hands were still on your hips, your dress still bunched up indecently. His eyes traced your mouth like he was committing it to memory.

"You sure we can't finish what we started?" you murmured, voice low, dripping with desire. Zoro exhaled sharply, his forehead falling against the crook of your neck. "Don't tempt me, love."

You rolled your hips just once—slow, deliberate—and felt him twitch beneath you.

His grip tightened. "Fuck. Don't."

You smiled wickedly. "I'm not doing anything."

He growled. Actually growled. Then his hand came up, thumb brushing your bottom lip, eyes hooded and dark. "You keep looking at me like that, I'm gonna stop being a gentleman."

You leaned in, lips ghosting his. "Then stop."

For a second, you thought he might.

But then his head hit the seat behind him with a groan, eyes squeezed shut, breathing ragged. "Of all fucking nights.”

A beat. Then you both turned your heads toward the window.

"Ace," you said flatly.

"Fucking Ace," Zoro echoed, glaring as though sheer will might make the man disappear.

You sighed and shifted off his lap, legs shaky, smoothing your dress down. Zoro adjusted himself with a scowl that made you want to kiss it off his face.

When the door opened, the night air hit like cold water. You stepped out first, expression carefully blank, followed by Zoro—buttoning his shirt like he hadn't been five seconds from fucking your brains out on the back of your car.

You both stood there a moment, looking at Ace's sprawled-out form on your lawn, one shoe missing, arm draped dramatically over his forehead like a Shakespearean drunk. Zoro slid his hand into his pockets, jaw tight. "I'm going to kill him."

You didn't answer right away. Just glanced sideways, voice low. "You'll have to get in line."

Both of you stood in front of Ace, wondering how in the hell did he even get there. "I'm sorry, I don't even know how he made it here. Izo got to send him home." The more you looked at him, the more pissed you got. He literally cockblocked you.

Zoro let out a deep, frustrated sigh, "should we get him in a cab or something?" You hummed, then shook your head, "and have him puke the cab? Or worse, kidnapped? Wouldn't be the first time. He has some crazy fans."

Zoro cursed under his breath, knowing full well that this asshole was probably staying on your couch, because he knew you were a good friend and better family. "So what, we drag him to your couch or something? Don't you have a basement?"

You cackled while crossing over Ace to open your door, "I wish I did, I'll talk to my architect." 

Zoro hoisted Ace up with one arm, like he weighed nothing, muscles flexing as you tried not to drool and groan at the same time. "Oh wait! Let me help—".

"Love, please," he cut in, glancing down at you with a smirk. "Would I be a man if I couldn't lift this scrawny asshole?"

Something tingles at the way he says love in all the right ways inside you and something definitely tingles down there with the way he brings Ace to your living room couch and drops him like he weighs nothing.

"This was not how it was supposed to go," you say, sheepishly. He sighs again and walks towards you. "Not your fault," he answers, putting a hand under your chin to make you look at him. "But you'll definitely pay for it. Let's just say you owe me one."

You blink slowly,  "Oh, what's your plan?". He pretended to ponder, as if he was not planning to eat you up like dessert. "He ruined dessert for me, so you owe me something sweet for next time."

He gave you a quick kiss, as if to seal the deal and grabbed your hand as you both walked to the door. "You have yourself a deal, love". Once you got to the door, he leans in, stealing another quick kiss but you hold onto his shirt and pull him in, pushing him against the wall while deepening the kiss.

He was quick to react, sliding his tongue against your lips while a soft groan left his lips. "Shit, ______". You smiled into the kiss, letting his hand roam all the way down your body, settling themselves on your ass for a squeeze. You moaned his name in return, making him smirk as his lips traveled to your neck for kisses and soft bites. "Don't have you in my bed yet and you're already moaning my name? Lucky me."

You laughed, parting from him very slowly. "Earn it next time, and I'll make the neighbors know your name too." He leaned down to kiss your hand, "It's a promise, thanks for the ride". He winked then left your porch quickly.

You watch the SUV disappear in the corner before closing the door and sighing, watching Ace sleep talk. You flicked him in the head, put a blanket over him then went to your own room.

When morning comes around, the smell wakes you up first—burnt toast, something suspiciously cheesy, and the unmistakable tang of hangover sweat. Ace stood there like a zombie, shirt half on, hair a mess, poking at what might've been scrambled eggs but looked more like battlefield remains.

He turned with a dopey grin. "Morning, sunshine." You stared horrified. "Ace. What the fuck are you doing in my kitchen?" He blinked at the frying pan like it personally offended him. "Making breakfast?".

You narrowed your eyes. "You're destroying it. And you cockblocked me last night. Go. Away." Ace had the nerve to laugh, which turned into a groan as he clutched his head. "Ow, don't yell. I'm fragile."

You pointed at the door. "Out. Home. Now. Before you add 'arsonist' to your rap sheet." Muttering under his breath, Ace trudged off to gather his shoes, grumbling about cruel women.

You finally breathed out and picked your phone from the counter. One new text.

Zoro:

Hope you got some sleep, love. Didn't get much myself. Too busy thinking about all the ways you're gonna make it up to me.

You bit your lip to hide your smile, typing back quickly:

Come by tonight and I'll make it worth your while.

Almost instantly:

Zoro

Count on it.

Still grinning, you padded back to your room, stepping over Ace’s discarded jacket. Quick shower, simple makeup, a power outfit—and maybe some daring lingerie underneath, just for you.

Because tonight?

Tonight, you owed someone dessert.

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Pairing: Portuguese D. Ace x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ | The rating will be red this time, so if you are a minor skip this reading or highlight your age in your bio.| sex scenes, cuddles, and much more very explicit.

Summary: 31 prompts for 31 days of October. Life on Moby Dick is always hectic and has become more so since Ace boarded this ship and became part of the family.

✒️Prompts taken from the contest (even if I don't participate) organized by the Italian Fanwriter page. I only translated the prompts into English, I hope you like it.✒️

🌊Writober PumpSea🌊 #day 4 - Still

There are times when Ace clings to you so hard that it hurts your heart. Because your love has every now and then moments not as big as the whole ship and you don’t know what to do, Ace does not talk to you but sinks even more his fingers inside your hips to leave the mark of his presence and gives you no respite until you scratch him to blood on his back to bring him back to reality.

And that’s when you see his eyes veiled with a thick layer of poorly concealed melancholy.

The thrusts of Ace do not slow down, indeed increasing even more and kisses you as if that were your last day together and it hurts, so bad that you can not hold it to you to seek id make him understand the opposite.

"Did something happen between you?" Izo noticed the dark circles under your eyes, the last nights were quite turbulent, nightmares, reassurances, anxiety and so much fear that led you to make love in a violent and painful way.

Ace was very different, there was something that worried him and that he didn’t want to talk about and the night before when you cried out in pain everything was cracked even more.

"We didn’t fight, don’t worry, Izo… Ace has something he won’t tell me." You said looking back on the night before, Ace apologized to you, his voice was tense and he was panicked, he held you to apologize, and you tried to reassure him, but in vain.

"Go ahead and tell your big brother everything." The man told you by sitting next to you and checking that there was nobody around, for those discussions it was better not to have the presence of Satch or that of Marco, Izo was the best to talk about couple problems and was much quieter than the other two.

You took a deep breath and leaned on him: "Well, for now… let’s say in bed it’s a disaster. Ace seems to be absent when we do it or has the look so sad that I don’t recognize him or worse sometimes it’s so… so violent, but not in a bad way, that hurts me and then he feels guilty and I try to reassure him but… but he runs away and won’t tell me anything else." You said by carrying your arms around to tighten your belly, your throat felt swollen, full of bile and stress accumulated in those days.

Izo stroked your hair to calm you down a bit and then said, "Does it keep you away? Does it avoid you?"

"No, Izo we’re together all the time, laughing, joking, kissing, but at night… I don’t know what’s wrong with him." You whispered by biting the inside of your cheek.

"The only thing I can think of that Ace is afraid to share in his pain." The man replied by stroking your back and you looked at him with a look that said to explain himself better: "Didn’t Ace tell you about his past?" He asked Izo, looking at you perplexed.

"In general, it’s not a topic he likes and the few times he tells me something are just the beautiful things he shared with Luffy." Did you respond by feeling a knot in your stomach, maybe you weren’t open enough? Maybe you should have investigated more.

"I think I know what he’s thinking." Izo said, smiling at you, "Ace’s just afraid that what’s happening to him with you is something he doesn’t deserve. Unfortunately this is a doubt that has plagued him for a long time and even Dad tried to make him understand that he is wrong to deprive himself of happiness, but you have come as a ray of sunshine in his life and he is afraid." He told you as he took you by the arm and led you to a more secluded place, the other commanders were approaching and it was better not to take such speeches with the older ones.

"Is he afraid of me?" You asked, feeling an emptiness in his stomach. Ace never told you all this.

"Not like that, sis, but he’s afraid you might slip out of his arms when he holds you, that you might leave him alone. Ace is afraid of loneliness." Izo said extending his arms and smiling bitterly, as if that speech touched him very closely.

"But he’s stupid or what!? How can he think I can let him go? I love him Izo, I love him so much that I’d be willing to drown with him at sea if I couldn’t save him." You said with tears in your eyes and your chest that it hurt.

You just imagined the pain that Ace was carrying inside, but you didn’t think it was as much pain as she could handle.

Izo smiled at you again: "We men are very stupid sometimes, we do not understand that when we have someone who loves us we can share everything with that person, but little sister the ghosts of Ace’s past are very very dark." She told you by wiping your tears with her kimono sleeve.

"Why won’t you tell me…" You asked and Izo shrunk his heart seeing you so sad, he hugged you to calm you down and whispered words of comfort.

"Little sister, listen carefully, Ace just wants to protect you from this darkness that follows him everywhere." He said pinching your cheeks and smiling at you.

"But he’s still a fool! My fool, be clear." You said assuming an expression of love and disapproval at the same time, ready to go straight to your boyfriend to confront him. How he had held such a heavy burden in his head all those months was something you could not understand, how it had not broken out was still a mystery to you.

"Can I afford some advice? Let’s go shopping together." Izo said taking you under his arm to get off the ship.

"Wait, Izo, what do you mean?" You wondered as you followed him intrigued, you still had a lump at the throat but it was more bearable after talking to your big brother, but you did not want to waste time to go and talk to Ace as soon as possible.

"We men don’t think when we have a woman in a nice suit." He winked at you. And then you realized the kind of shopping you were gonna do together: "And Ace went on a mission with Satch to confront some pirates. They will come back after dinner." He added as you went down the bridge and headed for the nearest town.

The afternoon had passed very quickly between underwear and suit shops, at the end you returned to the Moby Dick for dinner time, attracting a little' the attention of all with the packages you carried in hand and quickly disappeared in the cabin of Ace, It was also your cabin for how many times you slept there and for all the clothes you left us.

"Are you ready to decorate everything?"

You nodded and started coming out candles and petals and new sheets - the last ones had burned a little too much.

An hour later the whole room, the bathroom and every single piece of furniture had been placed and you were left alone to be prepared.

"I’m going to block Ace and Satch, they’ll be back soon." Izo said winking at you: "Don’t force him too much, if Ace wants he’ll talk. Then I want all the details anyway." He said Izo coming out the door and you thanked him with a mold kiss before he was completely out.

Now you had to settle down.

You wasted no time, you took off the clothes and underwear you were wearing and you rinsed quickly and then you started to get settled. Izo had good taste in the new burgundy red suit you were wearing.

A lace thong for the bottom and a lace bodice with hooks and bows that you have fastened one by one. Oh by that night, Ace would have freaked out and taken them off. You let your hair down and put on a pair of lake bracelets and a chain around your pelvis and then you looked in the mirror.

Settling in here and hanging out. You set the tub with the hot water and candles, and you placed the light in Ace’s room so that it would resemble the atmosphere of the sunset.

And while you were looking at all of your work, you heard the door open, a familiar voice, and then the door slams shut very fast.

"Welcome back Love!" You said turning to Ace and going to meet him to embrace and kiss him.

His gaze was lost on your body, it took a while for him to recover, but then he hugged you hard and held you by the hips, lifting you and making a turn on himself and then kissing you.

"All this for what…" You interrupted Ace before he could finish him by silencing him with a kiss on the nose.

"There’s no specific thing, it’s just for the two of us." You said flaunting your sweetest smile, you felt a tremor in his arms and you caressed his face, for a moment in his eyes appeared that spark of melancholy, but it was taken away immediately after.

Ace kissed you again, first his nose, then his cheeks, eyes and finally his lips as he carried you to the bed.

"Wait, I made you a hot bath, I want to tell you all about today." You said pointing at the door and the steaming steam coming out. You literally dragged him into the bathroom, stripped him of his clothes and put them in the laundry basket.

You sat on the edge of the tub inviting him to come in and use your legs as a pillow, and you started massaging his shoulders to take away the tension, and saying he was tense was too little.

"Ace… honey, you know you can talk to me about anything." You said while using shampoo in her hair and your boyfriend sighed at that touch and kissed your inner thigh.

You sighed at that kiss, but before you dealt with the subject before you could solve it.

"Honey, something’s bothering you right now…" You said by massaging her skin even more gently and Ace sighed and looked up at you.

"You don’t have to worry Honey, it’ll pass eventually…" He responded by kissing your inner thigh again and putting some foam on your leg.

"Ace…" You called his name and he looked at you with those onyx eyes and he smiled bitterly, leaned on you and sighed.

"I’ve only talked to Dad and Marco about it for now, but I think I owe you an explanation." He started saying and you invited him to continue: "Would you still love me if I was the son of a monster?" And that question threw you for a second.

"Ace what questions I am! Of course I would love you anyway, the sins of parents do not fall on the children." You said take him by the cheeks and stare him right in the eye.

"I am the son of Gol D Roger, I took my mother’s name, but his blood flows in my veins." He said getting out of the bathtub to get out and dry.

Gol D Roger, the king of pirates, the man most feared by the government, the man whom White Beard valued more than anyone else.

"Ace, whatever they told you about him is not true. Dad met the king of pirates in the past, they always clashed, I have a head full of tales of their adventures! Roger was not a monster. You’re not a monster." You said running to hug him from behind.

He was tense, so tense, and you held him tighter.

What they told him to make him hate himself so much.

"Even Dad told me, but I’m still the son of a monster for everyone who didn’t even deserve to be born." He said, turning to you, tears in your eyes and a heart full of pain, "How can you be with someone like me? With a person who has the blood of the devil himself." And those words have hurt you, so much.

And you did the one thing that felt right at the time.

You took his face in your hands and kissed him slowly, no running, no caring, no imposition, just a kiss full of everything you felt for him.

You felt his hands hesitate before you tightened your hips and held onto him.

"You more than anyone else deserve to live Ace." You said with a firm voice and pointing your gaze at your boyfriend’s: "I don’t care, whatever the evil voices say, I love you. I met a boy, an earthquake of emotions with a power so strong that it made the world tremble, but he never used it to hurt anyone and slowly opened up to me. You fought Dad, but it never occurred to you to take me hostage or hurt me when we knew each other, only the real devil would. Ace you are not your father, you also have your mother’s blood, you live for her, you live for the woman who gave you life with so much difficulty. Live for your brother Luffy and for all of us." You said hugging him tightly to you.

"Live for me and all the adventures that await us." You said kissing him again, and this time the kiss between you two was filled with so much emotion. Ace allowed you to touch the darkness that was smothering him, and you were determined to take it from him with all your might.

"I think I don’t deserve you…" Ace said, and you pinched him.

"Ace listen to me, I love you." You said pushing him to bed and straddling him: "I love you. Nothing will change my mind, may the sky fall, the sea become dry and all the catastrophes of this world come to pass, I will always love you." You said with tears in your eyes and clutching at him.

Ace had suddenly come into your life and you wouldn’t let him go without a fight.

He held you tight to himself and leave you a kiss on your forehead.

"I’m sorry about this period." Ace said, lifting your chin to look at you better and wiping your tears with your thumb, "I’m sorry that I worried you and hurt you, but I… I… you are my perfect love and I was so afraid that you would go away that…" The words had died in his throat as tears fell from his eyes.

"Ace, I’ll tell you forever. I love you, and nothing and no one will take me away from you."

And he smiled at you, one of those smiles that taste of melancholy and hope at the same time.

You kissed again and said nothing else to each other. You just needed to love each other in silence.

Ace took all the time in the world to undress you, he started from the bodice by pulling out one thread at a time and placing warm kisses on every inch of skin that was exposed to the light of candles.

"This will become my favorite from now on." He whispered to you in a voice that shriveled from tears and you smiled at him.

He kissed you until you get to your center asking permission to enter because the impatience to satiate your bodies was so much that he just wanted to join and you.

You have consented and Ace has entered slowly inside you, kissing your breasts and pelvis to distract you from the pain and whispering sweet words in your ear when your basins have merged as to become one.

There was pain, you could feel it, but there was more.

Much more.

And the thrusts that followed were slow and gentle. You clung to his shoulders to find a foothold to all the sensations that were flowing inside you, you scratched him and kissed him to keep him connected with you and the moans coming out of your mouths were loaded with the tension accumulated at that time.

"With me you can vent everything…" You whispered in his ear starting to meet his movements with your pelvis. Ace kissed you choking on your moans when he started going at a faster pace.

You bit his neck with a groan hard enough to leave chills down his spine.

The thrusts have become stronger and his hands have harpooned at your hips. You shored your feet on the mattress and you anchored yourself behind Ace scratching him harder, maybe you even hurt him, but he had hit the same spot the previous nights and for a moment your vision was clouded.

"I’m sorry Love…" He tried to say but you silenced him with a kiss. If he needed to hold you so much you were fine. You would have done anything to make him understand that you would never leave him.

You arched your back and curled your toes when her fingers sank into your flesh for the second time, and you were sure they would leave a mark.

But you didn’t back down, the pain was replaced by pleasure.

Push and counter push. Muffled sounds and groans smothered by your lips colliding, you were so close that you hurt, almost as if to melt forever.

Oh what Ace did to make you fall in love to that extent. He came by chance wounded and beaten, but he became the sun that brightened your days.

Your heart leaped forward, and so did Ace’s.

Some more push and you have come together, choking your pleasure in a needy and wet kiss, remaining united among you.

You wouldn’t be off all night.

Ace used his power to extinguish the candle flames, the light had gone out and you were in the dark. Two naked, entangled bodies that no one could share.

Two hearts that had become one.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." Ace told you by leaving a kiss on your forehead and squeezing you.

"I love you, too, Ace." You said hiding in his arms, in what was a safe haven for you and what you took to call home.

You fell asleep tight to each other, contented, happy, with less weight on your souls and full of love.

"Satch forbid you to go and wake them." Izo had taken Satch for his yellow scarf and carried him away from Ace’s cabin.

"But what! Next Izo you know the rules everyone…" But the murderous look of his brother made the cook shut up in less than two seconds.

"They need to be with each other. It’s not just fistfights or talks with Dad. They need each other and no one should dare disturb them." He said the raven also looking badly at Mark and marching to the dining room for breakfast without admitting replicas.

Neither of them dared to respond.

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