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physics-of-one-piece · 2 months ago

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Risk and Reward

(Doflamingo x Reader)

AO3

Summary: When one of the servants makes a mistake serving Saint Doflamingo, you try to save her and defuse the situation by shifting his attention to you.

Tags: Female!Reader, Doflamingo's Wife!Reader, Celestial Dragon!Doflamingo, World Noble!Doflamingo, Implied Forced Marriage, Past Dub-Con, Smut with Plot, NSFW, Enthusiastic Consent, Vaginal Sex, Size Difference, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Orgasm Control, Spanking (it's one slap), Slavery, Attempted Murder, Sadism, Doflamingo is His Own Warning, Possessive Doflamingo, Nudity, Adult Language, They're In Love Your Honour

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Welcome to my 700 followers special! 🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉Guess what number 700 is! The beginning of Dressrosa Arc in the manga (in which Doffy appears) and 700th episode in the anime which is also in Dressrosa Arc! Thank you everyone for following me, I love you all! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🩷🩷

I wrote this within 4 days and have no regrets, the only reason I didn't finish it within a day is because I was sick🤧 I have been wanting to post a Celestial Doffy x Reader for months now, so I'm happy inspiration hit me for a one-shot. I decided to make this a thank you gift to all of you who followed me. Thank you and I hope you keep enjoying my Doffy-obsessed blog! Is this the first ever Celestial Doflamingo x Reader fic on the internet? Maybe, I have NO idea. Send me flowers or sth, idk. This is such filth but I feel 0 shame, none. At first I was gonna write Doffy being kind of an asshole and sorta selfish with Reader but then Soft Celestial Doffy was like "but I love my wife 🥺" and I sighed and let Wife-Lover Celestial Doffy take over and have his fun, he deserves it, he's a good boy. (Sometimes.)

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You were sleeping. Until the shattering sound of porcelain breaking with a crash on the floor and liquid spilling startled you out of your slumber. You shot up in the massive bed, disoriented and sleepy.

“Look what you did, slave.”

You felt your heart drop. Shit.

You were up and awake within a second, grabbing the golden silk sleeping robe from the floor, quickly slipping into it.

Doflamingo noticed you.

“Good morning, wife,” greeted Doflamingo, not looking away from the slave, aiming his gun at her. “Sorry, I woke you up.”

“Good morning,” you said, tying the silk belt around your waist, your heart rushing in your chest. “What happened?”

“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” said Doflamingo, frowning down at the slave trembling on the floor, silent tears running down her face, too terrified to audibly cry.

It was a sweet gesture for a Celestial Dragon, a World Noble of such high standing, and despite your situation of how you came to marry him, your heart skipped a beat.

“That’s very sweet of you.” you said.

“But this slave ruined it by tripping on the carpet and spilling everything.” said Doflamingo roughly, gesturing his golden gun at the girl. She looked no more than sixteen, and she was shaking from head to toe. “And now I have to wait another thirty minutes for breakfast and my surprise for you is ruined and it's all this slave’s fault!”

By the time Doflamingo finished yelling, veins were outlined on his forehead, furious and angry as he bared his teeth down at the girl.

Your mind was racing for a solution. Doflamingo didn’t forgive slaves for mistakes. One mistake, and he punished them with death for their failure. It was why a lot of the new slaves barely made it past a month, no matter how much the senior slaves aided them and guided them.

Maybe it would have been easier to calm Doflamingo down if the breakfast tray had simply fallen to the floor and only the plates with the buttered toast broke. But it had fell and everything shattered. What was worse, the coffee spilled onto your husband’s silk, golden pajama pants and on the carpet. You were sure the washers would do their best to remove the coffee stain, but it might be ruined for good.

It wasn’t looking good.

And then... An idea popped into your head. A risky one, but one that might save the girl's life.

“How about I make us breakfast?” you asked.

“Huh?” asked Doflamingo, handsome features twisted in pure confusion.

“I’ll make us breakfast,” you repeated, putting on a smile on your face in an attempt to calm down the Celestial. “And coffee, too.”

Doflamingo stared down at you for a moment. You didn’t flinch, didn’t move. You knew to get him to consider the suggestion, you couldn’t look away.

“Fufufu! And what do I get for waiting?” asked Doflamingo with an amused smile.

“If you don’t like it, that means I lose, so you can punish her as you see fit.” you said. “If you like the breakfast, I win, you give her to your parents and they can decide her punishment.”

“So,” Doflamingo said, a dark sort of thrill in his voice and smile. “It’s a game.”

You fought down a tremble.

“Yes,” you said, doing your best to keep your voice even and calm despite the painful banging of your frightened heart in your ribs. “A game. Between you and me.”

Doflamingo smiled. It was the same smile he wore when he saw you the first time. Like a lion finding the most beautiful doe to eat.

He lowered the gun where he’d been pointing it at the terrified girl’s face.

“Alright, wife. Let’s play.”

Your husband was watching you in the same way he watched you when you were making him his morning coffee in the café when he met you.

With incredible, single-minded intensity. His lips were set in a neutral line, his sunglasses staring down from the bridge of his nose at you, his hands in the pockets of his Celestial robe.

You knew by now that it was simply him being overprotective. He didn’t like the thought of you near knives and anything that burned. He didn’t want you to get hurt while cooking.

He would just rather stare than show that, though.

You finished making the toast and coffee within fifteen minutes, and handed them to the servers to serve.

Doflamingo smiled deviously, and offered you his arm. You put your hand on his forearm and let him escort you to the grand dining room.

Doflamingo sat down at the dining table in the grand dining room. It was a long table covered by a golden tablecloth, with golden-framed chairs with pink tufted backrests.

You two sat down, and the servers brought the food and coffee you made. As Doflamingo picked up the toast, you started praying to Nika inside your head.

Doflamingo took a bite. He chewed, and swallowed. Then he ate the sunny side up egg. Then, he took a sip of the coffee. For long moments, everything was silent, and you didn’t breathe.

“You win, wife.” said Doflamingo with a sigh, sounding disappointed his fun got ruined.

Your chest fell in relief, exhaling the breath you’d been holding.

“Get this slave out of my sight,” said Doflamingo, sneering disgustedly at the slave who spilled the breakfast. “Hand her to my parents. They’ll decide what to do with her.” He turned to the slave; the girl flinched, freezing in terror. He gave her a sharp, large, evil smile. “Thank my wife for her mercy.”

The girl turned to you, her eyes full of relieved tears. “T-Thank you, my lady!” She bowed down her head, much to your chagrin.

“You welcome,” you said, feeling awkward about your title as usual.

Doflamingo went back to eating breakfast. Now that the matter was resolved, you set out to eating the food on your plate, too.

“This is really delicious,” said Doflamingo, putting more sunny side eggs onto his spoon and putting them into his mouth, his dimples curving to his ears with his smile as he chewed. “You’re a wonderful cook, my wife.”

“Thank you,” you said, feeling your cheeks flush. You always liked cooking, and you wished your husband would let you cook for him, but for safety reasons and because he insisted you weren’t his cook but his wife, you weren't allowed to make him food.

You wish you could. He looked really happy with breakfast today.

Doflamingo excitedly told you about the tickets to the ballet his father bought for his mother’s birthday. Mrs. Donquixote’s favorite ballet was coming to Sabaody Theatre, and it would be there for a full week. Mr. Donquixote bought them tickets to celebrate her birthday.

“It’s a secret, though, so don’t tell. And definitely don’t tell Rosi, he won’t be able to keep it to himself, fufufufu!”

You nodded, continuing to eat. The breakfast was indeed good. You were glad you didn’t lose your touch.

Once both of you were finished and the plates taken away for cleaning, Doflamingo smiled at you, ravenous and wide.

“It’s time for your reward, querida.” he said huskily.

You chuckled to hide the building nervousness within you. “Reward for what?”

Doflamingo grinned at you, hungry and wide. “For winning our game, of course.”

Doflamingo gestured you to come to him with his fingers. Swallowing down your nervousness, you carefully stood up from the chair, and approached him. He took you by the hand and pulled you on his lap, chuckling when you gasped as you landed on his thick, long thigh.

His long arms wound around your frame, effectively trapping you against his broad frame. Not that you would try to run.

“Out, slaves.” Doflamingo commanded. The servants scrambled away, not wanting to be the last one to obey the order. It left the guards at the doors and flaking the long wall.

Doflamingo parted your sleeping robe, letting the golden silk fall off your shoulders, revealing your naked body. There were hardly times with him through the month where your underwear wasn’t a source of annoyance for him, despite the lace, pearls and gold they were decorated with to invite his attention. It was for pure aesthetic enjoyment. These days, you slept without underwear, as your husband wanted your body available to him at all times, even when you were asleep. There were many mornings you woke with his cum sticking to your thighs.

Heat crept up your neck, flushing your cheeks as he stared down at your bare body like it was a puzzle for him to solve.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, leaning in, resting his face between your breasts. His hands squeezed your ass. Your breath shook out of you.

“Thank you...” you let out, knowing it was the right thing to say to him.

The saint pulled you close with his other hand around your waist, until the massive, thick bulge in his trousers pressed against your bared core and along your stomach. Your thighs quivered.

His mouth distracted you from his cock, placing kisses up to your collarbone. You did your best to breathe, busying your hands with his robe, unbuttoning one golden button each. His large tongue slid out, and you had to bite your tongue as he licked a path down your left breast. Within a moment, the wet muscle licked across your nipple, flicking it torturously while his fingers dug into your flesh. Heat and pleasure sizzled within you, making you arch your back into his mouth with a gasp, your fingers tightening on the pink lapels of his robe.

Doflamingo chuckled, the sound tickling your hardened, wet nipple. He played with your breasts, saliva dribbling down your chest where he suckled on your nipple greedily, pulling more and more sounds from you, his thumb and index finger tending to your other nipple. All the while you had to undress him, slide his hands out of the sleeves of his robe (his hands immediately returned to you once his sleeves flopped down) and down his body. Once you came to the waistline of his pants, Doflamingo hovered up off his seat in the chair, letting you pull his trousers down. His cock sprung free, covered in precum, pressing to the burning, wet lips of your cunt.

You hissed at the contact, the hot friction leaving you speechless, squirming on his thick thigh. Doflamingo sighed in relief, the breath from his nose tickling against your chest.

Another shift of fabric, and then, Doflamingo was bare from head to toe, exposing his tanned, broad torso, the sunlight shining through the curtains bathing him in golden light, tracing across his muscular chest and abdominal muscles.

“You’re such a good wife,” he purred contently, nose nuzzling against your neck, his breath warm on your skin.

His long fingers reached down between your thighs to touch your slit, his index and middle finger swiping over your slick, smearing it further across your pelvis, making you squeak.

Doflamingo laughed giddily. “You’re wet already.”

His thumb smeared your slick across your clit, and you whimpered out a helpless moan of:

“Doffy...”

Your thighs were trembling. Your cunt was desperately empty, and your husband’s continued ministrations of smearing your own arousal across your cunt and clit drove you to the brink of screaming and begging for his cock, your mouth watery and gaze hazy from want.

At the sound of his name, Doflamingo’s entire massive body shifted. He stared down at you, unsmiling, serious.

Before you knew it, his hands grabbed your waist, engulfing your body completely, with ease. He lifted you off his lap and placed you on a solid surface, sitting you down.

Right there, naked, on the table, on the golden tablecloth.

“Spread your legs,” he said, his commanding voice sending goosebumps across your thighs. You wasted no time in obeying, your thighs falling wide open, as wide as you knew to put them, leaving yourself bared to your husband’s gaze.

The shame of being naked with anyone but Doflamingo in the room had gradually faded through these four weeks with him, but it made you no less uncomfortable to know there were guards everywhere in the dining room, watching.

Watching Saint Doflamingo fuck you.

His large, tanned hands pressed down on your hips, his fingers holding your waist tight, digging into your flesh. His thumbs extended down to your pelvis, prying the wet lips of your cunt open on each side.

The sudden cold air against your flesh made you sigh in relief from the heat in you, your sweaty body relaxing beneath his large palms. Doflamingo hummed appraisingly. The sound traveled straight to your cunt, making it clench around nothing.

He leaned down and pressed his large mouth over yours, pressing his lips to yours softly. A sweet, tender kiss. He started trailing kisses down your neck, down your body.

“Good girl,” he praised, deep voice seductive like the appraising devil on the edge of leading you to sin. “Such a pretty -”

He pushed you down, lifted your legs, put your knees atop his shoulders, letting your toes hang down his upper back. The breath was forced out of you at the sudden drag of your body on the table, leaving only your head on the surface. Your entire back was lifted, pressing along his abs, your legs too, ass high up against his broad collarbone. Blood rushed fast through your veins.

“- soaking -”

You whimpered as Doflamingo kissed your swollen clit, rubbed his devious fingers across your inner thighs.

“- pussy.” he said breathlessly, like a hungry tiger craving food.

“Say thank you, wife.” said Doflamingo, his warm breath and voice caressing your bared cunt.

“Thank -”

You couldn’t finish because Doflamingo buried his face between your thighs, his tongue lapping at your clit slowly.

Fuck. you thought, head thrown backward into the table.

“- you.” you gasped, your thighs trembling on his strong, muscular shoulders.

Doflamingo’s fingers trailed gently over your ankles as his tongue tended to your clit, licking and sucking. Your mind was melting. All you could feel was Doflamingo’s tongue, licking at your clit skillfully, covering you in saliva, tapping at the muscle, prodding with the tip of his tongue.

You couldn’t stop moaning.

When you felt like you were burning from inside out, after another suck and stroke, Doflamingo replaced his tongue on your clit with his thumb, pressing the warm digit against your clit at the same time as he sheathed his tongue inside your cunt.

Doflamingo pushed you down with this, sliding your back right onto the table, rumpling the tablecloth, dishes clattering. The new position returned some form of focus to your vision before you could faint.

You yelled out as his large tongue moved, burying deep inside you, the wet muscle stroking along all the nerves within you. He dipped it and retracted it, making a meal out of you as you bucked your hips into his tongue, arching your back to the point of pain. The large, superior length due to his size helped his tongue reach deep in your cunt. He found the spot inside you that made you moan just right, sweet and loud for him, stars flashing across your vision. Doflamingo started pressing his tongue precisely into that spot, sliding the wet muscle back and forth. You followed him blindly, canting your hips into his face. His thumb pressed against your clit at the same time as his tongue against the spongy, weak place in your cunt.

Another breathless, helpless moan of, “Saint!” escaped your lips when he dipped his tongue in your pussy against your weak spot, and Doflamingo decided that he’d fuck you with his tongue for the next hour just to hear you say his sacred title again like a prayer.

With each moaned “Saint” and “thank you” from your pretty mouth, Doflamingo found his hard cock throb and twitch, leaking more and more precum. If he came untouched, it would be your fault, and you’d have to fix it. You both knew it, and yet, Doflamingo didn’t have the heart to make you stop, not when you were letting go and enjoying it so much — enjoying him so much. It made him happy. The way you shouted his title he gained at birth, the way your voice gasped the syllables and broke at the end like the crashing waves against the Red Mountain...

How could he tell you to stop, when you were showing him love just as he is, when you were willing?

Just a bit more, and you’d come, reach the heaven’s gate. Doflamingo couldn’t wait to lap it all up, lick your cunt clean and bury his cock home inside you. If he was your god, you were his temple. If he was your god, you were his altar. If he was your king, then you were his queen.

“Please,” you gasped as your cunt tightened, the knot in you close to snapping. You were so close, but you held on, wanting - no, needing — to come apart on his cock. Tears welling inside your eyes slipped out as you begged, desperate and pathetic, “Please, Doffy! Please fuck me!”

If you ever fell from Mariejois, you knew you’d be stoned, or beaten, or maybe they’d burn you to a crisp. All for opening your legs willingly for Doflamingo, for kissing him, for hugging him, for holding his hand, for holding him close to your heart.

You didn’t care. You love him.

A few rogue tears slipped down your eyelashes from multiple reasons. From being overwhelmed by his tongue filling you up. From self-loathing that you became like this, that you bowed instantly to him, so quickly accepted your life and him, all not to die, and you liked it. From guilt that there was either the option of trying to find happiness in your situation and accepting his love or be miserable and eventually killed because he wouldn’t be happy if you were unhappy.

Doflamingo wore you down quickly with his adoration. You wanted to give him a chance, with as little prejudice and fear of him as possible, so you let all of that go the moment you told him “Yes.” when he asked you to be his wife.

You still remembered how surprised Doflamingo was that you accepted. You still remembered how he beamed, his smile bright and beautiful, like the sun.

You didn’t act. You couldn’t, and didn’t have the heart for it, not when he was so careful with you, like a wolf in love with a sheep, trying to impress you and convince you to stay, nuzzling your head and curling himself around you at night.

And now you were in love with him. In love with the same man that took you away from your home because he fell in love with you at first sight.

A sharp sting on your ass startled you, making you flinch, your whole body jumping off the table. You looked down at your husband between your thighs, and could feel his heavy gaze on you. It took you a moment to realize what happened. Your husband had slapped you on the ass because you told him to hurry up.

You could feel the leftover weight and force of his large hand across your stinging flesh.

You could do many things, but ordering Doflamingo what to do or when to do it was not one of such things.

“Good wives accept what they’re given,” he said, his voice as heavy as his concealed gaze. “Accept what I give you, and then I’ll give you what you want, darling. Understood?”

“Yes,” you gasped, nodding. Doflamingo called this a reward but the pleasure was too much for you. “Yes, Doffy. I’m sorry.”

Doflamingo smiled, wide and sinister, demonic. It sent a surge of fear down your spine.

“Good,” he said.

Without another word, Doflamingo went back inside you, stroking you with his fingers and fucking you with his tongue. Now, he kept your hips pinned down. You couldn’t buck your hips into his tongue, couldn’t move with him. You lost that privilege for now.

But the pleasure didn’t stop. It was building, exceedingly fast, the sting on your ass turning into an ache as your husband continued devouring you, driving you insane, whining and moaning as the pleasure built up due to his skilled fingers and tongue.

“Doffy —” you gasped. “— can’t — may I —”

All Doflamingo did was moan, continuing his onslaught on your clit and cunt with his thumb and tongue, not letting go of you. He moved his head slightly in a dip without breaking the rhythm. It was clear. You were allowed to cum.

You let go.

A strangled cry of “Doffy!” ripped out of you along with your ecstasy, the springs in your core breaking, the hot sensation exploding within you, an overwhelming pleasure covering your entire body, making you shake from inside out.

Doflamingo carefully lapped up and sucked the fruits of his labor, ignoring your whimpers, letting you handle the overstimulation to your nerves with choked back sobs, tears staining the side of your face and your fingers clenching into the golden tablecloth. The wetness of you stained his chin and lips like the ripe juice of a pomegranate. His mouth parted from your cunt with a smack that made your body burn. A translucent string of your pleasure trailed after his mouth from your core, and your body quivered.

Instead of dragging you to the edge of the table, Doflamingo pulled himself atop it, atop you. You gasped, taking hold of his forearms, fearing his weight would collapse the surface under your back.

He chuckled at your shocked face, leaning down and capturing your lips under his, encouraging you to open your mouth, immediately sliding his tongue inside after you did so.

You tasted the proof of your pleasure on Doflamingo’s tongue as his mouth enveloped yours in a hungry open-mouthed kiss, devouring you, making you submit to his exploration of your mouth. You kissed him desperately, face burning hot as his tongue filled your mouth, both his hands back on your breasts again, massaging them, rubbing your nipples and pinching them.

For someone holding the title of holy, Doflamingo acted the most unholy.

Doflamingo rendered you panting and breathless, your face flushed.

There was no more teasing. His large palms engulfed your upper thighs and pushed them up to your chest, holding them down, his chest bearing down on you. He adjusted himself between your legs, his thick cock smearing precum along the inside of your thigh.

He pressed another kiss to your lips. His cockhead nudged at your cunt’s lips, making you quiver and moan wantonly as you felt the blunt of him at your entrance. You held onto him, positioned like a bowstring.

With a lick of his tongue across his lips, Doflamingo finally sheathed himself into your heat. You bit your lip, the stretch burning due to his size.

“Fuck... wife...” he panted, shuffling on the table, knocking the glassware out the way with his hands, the movement so powerful the glasses flew off the table and crashed to the ground. Your cunt throbbed, and you let out a needy whimper when he bucked his hips, digging another inch inside you.

Doflamingo chuckled. “So needy...” His tongue slipped out, licking along his upper teeth hungrily. His cock twitched inside you. “But I like it.”

His warm hands returned to you, squeezing your breasts, making you yell out as a sharp lunge of pleasure overwhelmed you, rushing straight to your core. Your back arched, your husband’s cock sinking further into you inch by heavenly inch as he stroked his hips back and forth, carefully giving you more and more.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised. You clenched around him, your fingers tight in the skin of his forearms, clinging to him. He caressed your body, deep voice soft and loving. “I’m here, I’m right here, you’re taking me so well, you’re being so good, wife...”

Palming your breasts, knee over the side of your thigh each, torso curved and spine bent like an arc of a circular bridge so you could still see his face, Doflamingo thrust inside you with a single powerful stroke of hips, pushing through the slick walls easing his way in, pressing his hips close to yours, seating the entirety of his cock inside you.

You would have yelled out, if Doflamingo didn’t descend upon you and kiss you, swallowing the sound. The kiss was messy and desperate, hungry and full of need, but you didn’t care. The pain faded quickly, giving into pleasure. Soon, you were happy, your husband rocking his thick, large cock into your body with deep grunts, filling you up. Your hips bucked up into his cock to have the cockhead press all the way into that spongy spot inside you.

You cradled his cheeks, ran your fingers through his short blond hair, and hugged him around the neck. His muscled body shivered under your touch, his cock twitching inside your walls.

Doflamingo started a sensual, deep pace, his cock burying deep inside you each time, pressing hard into that soft spot in you that made you cry out in pleasure before he did it all over again. And you let him. Your hips met his halfway, arching your back into him.

“I love you,” he growled breathlessly, rutting into you, each thrust and movement of his cock inside your sopping, tender walls making you moan and pant. His fingers tightened around your thighs possessively, keeping you spread on the table, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass with each movement of his hips meeting yours, slick with the mix of your pleasure dribbling out of you as he fucked you over and over again. “My wife... Mine, mine, mine...”

Your vision started to blur, your walls clenching, the strings in your pelvis tightening with each stroke of him inside you, each drag of him coming deep in and out.

You were so full. You could feel your orgasm growing closer, the heat and tension in your core rising more and more...

“Doffy!” you cried, your thighs clenching around his hips. “Can I -”

“Yes,” he whispered huskily, cradling your face in his large hand, burying his face in your collarbone, placing a kiss over your breast, over your heart. A warm, gentle thing among the sweat and passion of his hips meeting yours. “Cum for me, wife. Cum on my cock.”

“Doffy!” you cried, coming once again, shaking to your core.

Doflamingo groaned as he felt you clench around him as you reached ecstasy, spilling on his cock, drowning him in your pleasure.

“Fuck… good wife…” he murmured, continuing to move inside you as you slumped down, exhausted, flushed and panting. “Just like that, querida… you feel good, fuck…”

Doflamingo started to pick up the pace, his hips smashing hard into yours. His hands took hold of your legs, holding them tight around his hips until your heels dug into his muscled back, his balls pressing against your ass. The angle was so deep and good you started to feel a quiver inside you. If it wasn’t for the ache of oversensitive nerves, you’d come again.

“Tell me you want me,” he growled, his voice echoing in your ears. He leaned his body down, resting his body atop your small one, his torso completely covering you. His large hands cradled you to him, pressing your face to his chest, filling you with his scent, his face burying into the crown of your head, his cock burying deep inside you. “Beg for my cum, beg me, beg!”

“I want you, Doffy,” you said, clutching onto him tightly, clinging to him desperately, fingers digging into his shoulder blades as he moved inside you, basking in the heat of him. “I love you, Doffy. Please cum inside me!”

That sent your husband over the edge.

“Fuck —” he groaned, your name slipping past his lips wantonly.

The next few thrusts made you hold onto him for dear life, his cock pushing your entire body forward in jostling movements. Doflamingo took you savagely, roughly, hard and fast, ramming into you to the point it was too much. He pressed his face into your neck and moaned, loud and deep, then spilled inside you, his cock shooting vicious, hot lashes of cum deep within you. His thrusts stuttered as he rode out his orgasm, huffing and moaning all the while, until all of him was spent and emptied inside you.

Doflamingo caught you in his arms and laid on the table, panting deep against your neck, his hands clutching onto you in the aftermath, your fingers carefully brushing through his short blond hair.

The two of stayed like that for a while, holding onto each other regardless of the sweat and heat of your bodies. Doflamingo slipped out of you with a slick sound, cum dripping down your entrance. He pressed his fingers to your cunt, picking up the spend and putting it back inside you, making you whimper and squirm.

“Shh,” he said gently, his voice settling you down. “Stay like that, wife. It needs to stay in.” He kissed your neck. “Every.” Licked your earlobe. “Single.” Nibbled on your jawline. “Drop.”

All you did was shiver, closing your eyes, catching your breath.

“Thank -” You panted, swallowing. “Thank you.”

Doflamingo hummed. He licked the tears from your face, his wet tongue laving across your skin greedily, lovingly. Like a tiger licking an antelope.

You relaxed your muscles. You felt wrecked in the best of ways.

“I was supposed to be rewarding you, not the other way around.” Doflamingo huffed some more, sweat trailing down his bronze chest and temples. Then, he pouted, rested his elbows on the side of your head, and buried his face in your neck. “That’s unfair.”

You giggled, smile gentle. You reached up and caressed Doflamingo’s blond, sticky hair, basking in the beauty of him, his large cock hanging limp between your legs, covered in the aftermath of his and your pleasure, his broad body completely covering your tiny one from view.

“You reward me every day, my love.” you said.

Doflamingo smiled.

The two of you got showered, dressed and headed to the main manor of the Donquixotes by carriage for brunch with his parents and brother.

Mrs Donquixote was there when Doflamingo helped you out of the carriage.

“I hope my son isn’t being rough with you.” said Mrs. Donquixote.

Doflamingo blushed, which you found extremely adorable. “I’m not, Mother.”

“Good!” chirped Mrs Donquixote, beaming at her son.

“Did the guard deliver the slave?” Doflamingo asked.

“Oh! Yes, he did. Your father and brother are filling her in on her tasks.”

“Do they know she needs to be punished?” asked Doflamingo, leading you up the marble stairs to the large white doors of the manor. “She ruined my breakfast surprise for (Y/N) by dropping it.”

“Oh, that’s not so bad, Doffy -”

“It is!” insisted Doflamingo. “It was supposed to be romantic. For our one month anniversary...”

You blinked. Has it been a full month? You didn’t even notice... Well, you did, but you didn’t think Doflamingo would celebrate it...

“Aww,” said Mrs. Donquixote. “You’re just like your father. He always makes grand romantic gestures for me, even now. Though he trips up sometimes.”

Mrs. Donquixote giggled.

Doflamingo grunted, tilting his head away to hide the pink hue on his face. You, however, were staring at Doflamingo with wide eyes. So that’s why he got that mad... He always had a short fuse, but to think it was because it was a surprise for your one month anniversary of marriage with him. It was supposed to be not only a surprise but a way to celebrate a full month of your marriage.

You felt your heart melt, your eyes swelling with tears at his attentiveness. Your fingers squeezed the white sleeve of his robe.

Doflamingo noticed, and tilted his head to you. His face turned confused and worried when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his deep, strong voice softening with worry. “Are you hurt?”

You smiled. “Nothing,” you said, looking at him lovingly. “I’m happy to be your wife, Doffy.”

Doflamingo’s lips parted. He didn’t seem to know what to say.

A happy voice called your name. A tornado — literal tornado almost three meters tall — of blond hair and lanky arms picked you up off the floor, and you were lifted up high and spun around by Doflamingo’s younger brother, Rosinante.

“How are you?” asked Rosinante. “Are you sleeping okay? Is Doffy being rough with you? Is he feeding you well?”

“I’m good! I’m sleeping fine. He’s not. H-He is!” you gasped, startled by the large gap of height between your feet and the ground.

“Let go of my wife, Rosi!” Doflamingo yelled.

“Hehe, sorry, sorry!” apologized Rosinante, smiling goofily, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Doflamingo took you — actually took you with his arms — from his brother, scowling at Rosinante like he’d taken his most favourite plush. He rested you on his forearm, cradling you to him possessively while frowning at his brother.

“Doffy, are you going to carry your wife the entire brunch?” asked Mrs. Donquixote as she swept past them both, uncaring for barely reaching to her sons' waist, for her voice gathered both the blonds attention.

“I might,” grumbled Doflamingo with a pout, pulling you close to his chest protectively, his nose nuzzling your temple and brushing the strands of your hair. “If Rosi keeps picking her up.”

“I gotta hug my sister-in-law! And check you aren’t breaking her!” said Rosinante defensively.

“I’m not!” yelled Doflamingo.

“Boys.” said Mrs. Donquixote with a sigh that told you she dealt with this longer than you were alive.

They both stopped arguing and said, “Sorry, mother.” in startling sync.

“Your father is in the welcoming room. Doffy, please put (Y/N) down, she’s not going to up and vanish.”

Doflamingo hesitated for a moment, looking worried you might do exactly that, but relented and put you back on the solid floor.

All of you entered the welcoming room, and there was Doflamingo’s father, Homing, who very much reminded you of Rosinante by personality.

He lit up when he saw you and Doflamingo.

Doflamingo, however, pointed at the slave.

“She needs to be punished, Father.” said Doflamingo, frowning down at the slave, his expression cold and ruthless. “She dropped mine and (Y/N)’s breakfast.”

“Oh,” said Homing. “Um...” The elderly celestial seemed at a complete loss. “She can... wash the dishes... For a week?”

Doflamingo’s veins throbbed on his forehead. “Servants do that already!”

Homing flinched. “Uh... Um...”

“She can clean the stables,” offered Rosinante.

Homing lit up. “Yes! She can brush the horses!”

Doflamingo growled.

Homing and Rosinante sweatdropped.

“She can... shovel horse manure?” asked Homing, sounding incredibly guilty.

Doflamingo’s forehead veins retracted.

“For a week!” announced Homing happily.

And the veins were back on Doflamingo’s forehead.

Rosinante elbowed Homing in the side.

“For a - a - a month!” Homing announced. He heard the words he said and flinched, looking immensely guilty.

Doflamingo looked pleased. He nodded.

“How about we go see the flamingos while your parents and brother prepare for brunch?” you asked your husband.

“Fine,” said Doflamingo. He took your hand and led you out of the room.

Rosinante gave you a thumbs up. You sent the thumbs up back.

A few minutes later, as you sat with Doflamingo on the bench to watch the pink flamingos in the pond, you rested your head against his chest, and said, “I'm surprised you agreed on that game.”

“I didn’t want our month anniversary day to start badly,” said Doflamingo. His long, tanned fingers wound their way between the spaces of your own, intertwining his fingers with yours. “That’s all.”

You found yourself smiling. Genuine, happy. “Thank you, Doffy.”

“De nada.” he murmured.

“So, what other surprise should I expect today, Saint Doflamingo?” you asked teasingly.

Doflamingo laughed. He leaned down, his thumb resting under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his devious, handsome smile. His nose brushed yours. His sunglasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, revealing his pink, breathtaking eyes, looking at you adoringly and sweetly, with a hint of darkness in them.

Your breath froze in your lungs.

“If I told you, it would ruin the surprise.” he whispered, pink eyes full of promises. “You’ll just have to wait and see, fufufu!”

Before you could get another word out, he kissed you. You smiled into it, deciding to let yourself be surprised today by your husband.

A/N: Celestial Doffy, I love you. I love you, Celestial Doffy. That's it, that's my note. What a beautiful, wickedly sexy World Noble Saint Doflamingo is 🤭

Okay, fine, the actual author's note is that since it's a month in the marriage, I decided Reader is still using a mix of titles for CD! Doflamingo. For formal occassions, you refer to him as "Saint Doflamingo" and probably did even on your wedding night call him "Saint" or "Saint Doflamingo" and a bit of "Doffy". Of course, Doflamingo did request you call him "Doffy" in private and with family (or myb only when he's fucking you) but he definitely has a kink for being called "Saint" in the bedroom. He's still a narcissist with a god complex what do you want me to say? So it's a mix of Doffy and "Saint" or "Saint Doflamingo" along with terms of endearment. He likes being called "my love" & "my saint" For the public sex, well, as it's implied, Celestial Doffy is very normal with being nude within the bounds of his home and everyone just has to deal with it, and that leads to him not caring very much for the amount of witnesses there are when he fucks you. If he wants to fuck you, he'll fuck you then and there, and if there are witnesses, oh well. He doesn't care.

Hope you enjoyed this! Thank you for reading! 💕🫶🏻

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2b4st4r · 2 months ago

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Hello! I'm not sure what the rules are- I couldn't find them, sorry QAQ.

But I wanted to request an ASL (or just Luffy, that's fine as well!) x f!reader. Where the reader was the tallest out of them when they were all young, then as they grew up, reader became the shortest. (And if it's possible, I feel like it would be funny if reader was the youngest, because most children take pride in being tall for their age, especially if they're taller than other children older than them.)

Thanks for reading this request, and hope you have a fun time writing my request if you do so!

Tallest

ASL x f!reader

Words: 9,515

Summery: This fanfiction excerpt follows Y/n, Ace, and Sabo, who grew up together alongside Luffy in the world of One Piece. As children, Y/n, despite being the youngest, took great pride in being the tallest of the four, often teasing the boys about it. Years later, they are all accomplished pirates and revolutionaries, having set sail on their own adventures. When Ace and Y/n unexpectedly reunite, they discover they've both grown considerably, now towering over Y/n, a fact Ace enjoys teasing her about. Their reunion then leads to a heartfelt decision to seek out their other brothers, Luffy and Sabo, bringing to light a hidden, painful past from Y/n's childhood involving the Celestial Dragons, ultimately reinforcing the unbreakable bond of their unique, found family.

Warnings: Childhood Trauma/Slavery Implied, Teasing/Minor Bullying, use of y/n.

A/N: I am SO sorry, I made this a lot sadder then I thought it would/then what you requested. But I really enjoyed writing this! Also sorry about the rules thing

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The sun beat down on Mount Colubo, just as it always did, warming the forest and the hidden clearing that served as a makeshift training ground. A chorus of shouts and grunts echoed through the trees, punctuated by the occasional clang of lead pipes. "Ha! Missed me again, Ace!" a clear, joyful voice rang out, laced with a familiar teasing lilt. Y/n dodged another wild swing from Ace, her own pipe held casually at her side. Even at their young age, she towered over him, a fact she never let him forget. Luffy, already tangled in a tree branch he'd tried to swing from, giggled from his precarious perch, while Sabo, ever the more strategic of the three, watched intently, plotting his next move. They were an unlikely quartet, bound by sworn brotherhood and endless adventures, but in this wild, untamed corner of the world, Y/n, despite being the youngest, was undeniably the tallest, and she wore her height like a crown.

"Honestly, you guys are practically hobbits!" Y/n declared, easily stepping over a fallen log that Ace stumbled over. He grumbled, picking himself up. "It's not fair! You just keep growing!"

She flipped her (h/c) hair over her shoulder, a smug grin on her face. "Someone's gotta reach the good berries on the higher branches, right? You'd all starve without me."

Luffy, finally extricated from the tree, bounced over. "But Y/n, how come you're so tall? Are you part giant?" His eyes were wide with innocent curiosity.

Y/n laughed, a bright, clear sound that echoed through the trees. "Nope, just perfectly proportioned. Unlike some people I know." She winked at Sabo, who was trying to suppress a smile. He knew she was teasing, but even he couldn't deny the height difference. She stood at least a head taller than him, and even more so compared to Ace and Luffy.

"One day, I'll be taller than you, Y/n!" Ace declared, shaking his pipe at her. "You won't be able to tease me then!"

Y/n just chuckled, easily disarming his "threat" with a playful shove. "Dream on, shorty. By the time you catch up, I'll probably be able to high-five the clouds." She stretched her arms above her head, as if to demonstrate, her slender frame reaching further skyward. The sheer joy and pride in her height were evident in every movement, every jest. It was her signature, her unique mark amongst the three boisterous boys, and she reveled in it.

Years later

The salty spray of the Grand Line was a familiar kiss on Y/n's face as she gripped the railing of her ship, the Sea Serpent. Eighteen years old and a captain in her own right, she gazed out at the endless horizon, a faint smile playing on her lips. It had been a long four years since she and her brothers had parted ways, each setting sail on their own adventures at seventeen, just as they'd promised. Now, Ace and Sabo were 22, and Luffy, forever trailing a year behind, was 19.

A gust of wind whipped her (h/c) hair across her face, and she sighed, a small, almost imperceptible sigh of something akin to wistfulness. The truth was, Y/n hadn't exactly reached the lofty heights she'd once boasted about. She was still tall, taller than most women(barely, but she still counts that ½ of an inch.), but her childhood dreams of practically high-fiving clouds had remained just that—dreams. And somewhere out there, she knew, were three familiar figures who had undoubtedly shot up like beanstalks themselves. The thought brought a smirk to her face. She could already hear the teasing.

"Captain! Land sighted!" a crewmate called from the crow's nest, pulling Y/n from her thoughts. Her smile widened, a genuine, unburdened expression. Whatever her height, she was a captain, and the Grand Line was her playground.

The port town bustled with the usual chaos of a Grand Line stopover. Y/n navigated the crowded docks, her crew dispersing to resupply and stretch their legs. She was heading towards a local tavern, the scent of grilled fish and cheap ale already beckoning. As she pushed through a knot of sailors, a flash of orange caught her eye—a familiar hat, just visible above the heads of the crowd. Her breath hitched. No, it couldn't be. Pushing it off before continuing her way. She was just seeing things.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the busy street, Ace was enjoying a hearty meal at an outdoor stall, his signature hat tilted back. He laughed loudly at something his crewmate said, his broad shoulders shaking. He'd filled out significantly since his teenage years, a testament to the harsh realities of the New World. At 6'1", he was undeniably taller than the boy who used to swear he'd one day outgrow her. He paused mid-chew, his keen eyes scanning the throng of people. A flash of (h/c) hair, a familiar confident stride... no, it couldn't be. But then, she turned slightly, and his eyes widened. Y/n.

He watched, a slow grin spreading across his face. She was still tall, yes, but not quite the towering giant he remembered. He, on the other hand, was now nearly a head taller than her, a fact he was very eager to confirm. He swallowed the last of his food and pushed away from the stall, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. This was going to be fun.

Y/n was just about to step into the tavern when a hand clamped down on her shoulder, spinning her around. Her eyes widened. It was him, unmistakably. The freckles, the grin, the familiar spark in his dark eyes that hinted at trouble.

"Ace?!" she breathed, a wide, disbelieving smile breaking across her face.

He chuckled, that deep, rich sound that always made her feel like a kid again. "Hey, Y/n. Long time no see." His smile softened, a genuine warmth replacing the playful glint. "Damn, it's good to see you. I thought I was seeing things for a second there."

"You too!" she exclaimed, her voice a little choked up. Before she knew it, she was pulling him into a tight hug, inhaling the familiar scent of sea salt, smoke, and something uniquely Ace. He returned the embrace just as fiercely, lifting her slightly off her feet for a moment before setting her down.

They pulled back, a comfortable silence settling between them for a beat, filled only with the sounds of the bustling port. His gaze swept over her, taking in the changes, the way her hair had grown, the faint scar just above her eyebrow she hadn't had before. "You look good, Captain. Being out on your own treating you well?"

"Couldn't be better," she replied, a blush rising on her cheeks at his appreciative gaze. "And you? Still burning everything you touch?"

Ace laughed, a full-bellied laugh that drew a few curious glances. "Only the things that deserve it. But seriously, Y/n… it’s been too long. I’ve missed you, ya know?" His voice was a low murmur now, almost intimate.

"I've missed you too, you idiot," she admitted, nudging his arm playfully. "More than you know." She felt a warmth spread through her, a comforting sense of belonging she hadn't realized she was missing.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "Though… I gotta say. You haven't quite managed to reach those clouds yet, have you?" A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he straightened up, looking down at her with a smirk. "Last I checked, I'm pretty sure I could practically use your head as an armrest now. What happened to our little giant?"

Y/n's face immediately flushed a furious red. Her eyes narrowed. "You overgrown beanstalk! I'm still tall! You just... grew more!" She jabbed a finger at his chest, completely falling for the bait. "It's not fair! You were supposed to stay small so I could keep teasing you!"

Across the crowded street, the crew of the Sea Serpent watched, a mixture of confusion and outright terror etched on their faces. "Is that... is that Fire Fist Ace?!" whispered a trembling navigator, pointing a shaky finger. Their captain, Y/n, was currently jabbing her finger into the chest of the infamous Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, a man with a tattoo so recognizable it could make even the bravest marines break a sweat. And the scariest part? He was laughing. And she was flushing.

"Captain, what are you doing?!" one of the new recruits whimpered, clutching his sword. The older, more seasoned crewmates were equally perplexed. They'd heard whispers of Captain Y/n's past, of her "brothers," but this... this was beyond anything they'd imagined. This was the man who had faced down admirals, who sailed under the most powerful pirate in the world! Yet, their usually composed captain was acting like a schoolgirl, bickering with him like they were squabbling siblings, yet with an undeniable undercurrent of something more... something dangerously familiar.

"She's gonna get herself killed!" another gasped, eyeing the massive Whitebeard tattoo prominently displayed on Ace's broad back. It was a stark reminder of the power he wielded, the sheer force behind the man who was currently being teased by their captain. They braced themselves, expecting an explosion of fire, a casual obliteration of their beloved captain for her audacity. But instead, Ace just leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes that only deepened Y/n's blush.

"Oh, so it's my fault I kept growing?" Ace countered, stepping closer, his voice a low rumble that only she could hear over the din of the port. "Maybe you just stopped trying, Y/n. Got complacent at your… average height." He paused, his gaze lingering on her lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her furious eyes. "Though, I gotta admit, it's kinda cute when you get all riled up."

Y/n’s jaw dropped, her cheeks burning even brighter. "Cute?! I'll show you cute, you giant oaf!" She lunged, not with an attack, but with a playful, yet forceful, shove that sent him stumbling back a step. The crew gasped, their fear turning into bewildered awe. No one shoved Fire Fist Ace and lived to tell the tale, let alone got a playful grin in return.

"Alright, alright, feisty as ever," Ace chuckled, easily regaining his balance. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side, a gesture so natural it made her heart thump a little faster. "How about we grab a drink and you can tell me all about how your 'average' height has been serving you, Captain?"

The crew collectively fainted, or at least, looked like they were about to.

Ace's arm remained casually slung around Y/n's shoulders as they walked towards the tavern, his presence a comforting weight she hadn't realized she’d missed so intensely. The anxious whispers of her crew faded into the background as they stepped inside, the warm glow of the lamps and the murmur of conversation enveloping them. They found a relatively secluded corner booth, sliding in across from each other.

"So," Ace began, resting his forearms on the table, a genuine, soft smile on his face. "Tell me everything. What kind of trouble have you been getting into?"

Y/n recounted her adventures, her voice animated as she described challenging a minor Warlord, navigating treacherous currents, and even a comical run-in with a giant sea king that nearly swallowed her ship whole. Ace listened intently, his eyes crinkling at the corners as she spoke, occasionally interjecting with a laugh or a surprised "No way!"

"And then," Y/n continued, leaning forward conspiratorially, "I convinced the entire crew of a rival pirate ship that my cook's burnt stew was a rare, deadly poison, and they surrendered without a fight!"

Ace threw his head back and roared with laughter, drawing a few curious glances from other patrons. "Only you, Y/n! Only you could pull something like that off!" He wiped a tear from his eye. "Sounds like you've really come into your own, Captain."

Her cheeks warmed again at his praise, but this time it was purely from pleasure. "It's been... an experience. And you? Heard you've been making quite the name for yourself."

He shrugged, a hint of pride in his demeanor. "Just doing my part for Pops. It's a good crew, Y/n. A real family." His gaze softened, a hint of melancholy flickering in his eyes before he blinked it away. "But it's not the same without you around. Or Sabo and Luffy."

Y/n reached across the table, covering his hand with hers. "I know, Ace. I know the feeling. We always said we'd sail together, didn't we?"

He turned his hand, lacing his fingers through hers. "We did. And we will. Just not in the same way we thought when we were kids." He squeezed her hand gently. "But seeing you now… it's like no time has passed at all. Still the same loud, stubborn, ridiculously brave Y/n I grew up with." His thumb gently stroked the back of her hand, sending a shiver through her. "Even if I do have to crane my neck to look at you now." He winked, the teasing back, but softer this time, more affectionate.

Y/n snorted, unable to suppress a smile. "Oh, you just wait. I've got a growth spurt left in me. You'll be looking up to me again before you know it, Fire Fist."

Ace just grinned, squeezing her hand once more. "I wouldn't bet on it, Captain. But I'm looking forward to seeing you try."

Hours later, the tavern had emptied, and the stars had begun to pepper the ink-black sky. Ace and Y/n found themselves strolling through the quieter streets of the port town, their footsteps echoing softly on the cobblestones. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of the sea and the distant hum of the ocean. Their conversation had drifted from their separate adventures to shared childhood memories, punctuated by comfortable silences that only old friends—no, family—could share.

They passed a dimly lit market stall, its canvas awning rustling in the gentle breeze. Ace stopped, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You know," he began, his voice a low murmur that seemed to blend with the night, "we should check on them. Luffy. Sabo."

The words hung in the air, potent and heavy with unspoken longing. Y/n felt a pang in her chest. She had thought about them, of course, constantly. Wondered if Luffy was still getting into impossible scrapes, if Sabo was still meticulously planning his every move. But hearing Ace say it aloud, giving voice to the buried desire, made it feel real, tangible.

They were both in crews they had sworn their lives to, families forged in the crucible of the Grand Line. To just… leave, even for a bit, felt almost wrong, a betrayal of the bonds they’d built. Their respective crews relied on them, looked up to them. They had responsibilities now, grander purposes than the simple, wild dreams of three boys and a girl on Mount Corvo.

But then again… it was Luffy. And Sabo.

The thought of seeing them, of hearing Luffy’s booming laugh and Sabo’s calm, steady voice, of having all four of them together again, even for a fleeting moment, was a powerful pull. The loyalty they felt to their current crews was immense, but the bond they shared, forged in blood and shared dreams, ran deeper than anything. It was a silent promise made years ago, etched into their very beings. The urge to see their brothers, to know they were safe and well, gnawed at them both.

Ace turned to her, his dark eyes reflecting the distant lamplight, a mix of conflict and yearning in their depths. "What do you say, Y/n? Think we could make it work?"

Y/n paced back and forth in the narrow alley, running a hand through her hair. "Ace, are you serious? Just 'check on them'? Do you have any idea what kind of mess that would cause? What about our crews? What about Pops? Do you really think Whitebeard is just going to wave his hand and say, 'Sure, son, go gallivanting across the Grand Line to visit your little brothers'?"

She threw her hands up in exasperation. "And my crew! They'd mutiny! I'm a captain, Ace, I can't just abandon ship to go on a sentimental little family reunion tour. There are protocols, there are responsibilities, there's the whole... you know, pirate life!"

Ace, however, remained infuriatingly calm, a confident smirk playing on his lips. He leaned back against the cool stone wall, his arms crossed over his chest. "Relax, Y/n. You're overthinking it, as usual. They'll understand."

"They'll understand what?" she retorted, throwing a glare his way. "That their captain, the one they swore loyalty to, just decided to disappear on a whim?"

"That their captain is a good person who cares about her family," Ace corrected gently, his eyes serious now. "Look, my crew, they know how important Luffy is to me. They know my connection to Sabo. Pops... he gets it. He's all about family, remember? He wouldn't stand in the way of me checking on my brothers. He'd probably just tell me not to cause too much trouble." He winked. "Which, you know, I might have to ignore a little."

He pushed off the wall, stepping closer to her. "And your crew? They follow you because they believe in you, Y/n. Because you're strong, and you're fair, and you're loyal. If you explain to them why this is important, they'll get it. Or at least," he added, his voice dropping to a low, persuasive tone, "they'll trust your judgment enough to let you handle it. We wouldn't be gone forever, just long enough to make sure they're alright. To see them."

He reached out, taking her hands in his. "Think about it, Y/n. Luffy, Sabo. All four of us. Even if it's just for a moment. Don't you want to see them again?"

His words chipped away at her resolve, stirring the deep-seated yearning that had been there all along. The 'ifs' and 'buts' of responsibility suddenly seemed less daunting than the thought of letting this chance slip away.

Y/n looked into Ace's earnest, hopeful eyes, the silent plea for a reunion echoing in their depths. All her carefully constructed arguments about responsibility and protocol began to crumble. The thought of seeing Luffy's boundless energy, Sabo's thoughtful smile, the sheer joy of having all four of them in one place again, even just for a fleeting moment, was an irresistible force. The pirate captain, the one who meticulously planned every move and accounted for every variable, was suddenly gone, replaced by the little girl who just wanted to see her brothers.

A slow smile spread across her face, mirroring Ace's. "You know, you're an insufferable idiot," she said, but her voice held no venom, only affection. "And completely reckless."

Ace's grin widened. "Comes with the territory."

"But," Y/n continued, a mischievous glint entering her own eyes, "you're right. They'll understand. And if they don't," she shrugged, a familiar devil-may-care attitude returning, "then they can just try to stop us."

Ace let out a triumphant laugh, pulling her into another quick, powerful hug. "That's the Y/n I know! So, what's the plan, Captain?"

Y/n pulled back, a determined glint in her eye. "First, we explain to our crews. Then, we figure out where those two knuckleheads might be. This is going to be complicated, Ace, but it's going to be worth it."

He nodded, his gaze fixed on hers, a shared understanding passing between them. The night air, once cool and crisp, now felt charged with a new kind of warmth, a renewed sense of purpose. They were pirates, yes, with crews and responsibilities, but they were also family. And family, for them, always came first.

Ace's Plea to Whitebeard

The next morning, back on the deck of the Moby Dick, Ace stood before the towering figure of Edward Newgate, the legendary Whitebeard. The air was thick with the usual bustle of the crew, but a respectful hush fell over the immediate area as Ace approached his captain.

"Pops," Ace began, his voice firm, "I need to ask for a leave of absence."

Whitebeard's massive eyes, usually twinkling with mirth or narrowed in battle, regarded him steadily. "Oh? And what grand adventure has captured my son's attention now?" His voice was a deep rumble, accustomed to commanding respect.

Ace didn't flinch. "It's not an adventure, Pops. It's… family. My brothers. Luffy and Sabo. Y/n and I ran into each other, and we realized we need to check on them. See if they're alright."

Whitebeard listened, stroking his magnificent mustache. A thoughtful silence stretched between them, broken only by the creak of the ship. Ace waited, knowing the weight of his request. Leaving his division, even temporarily, wasn't a small thing.

Finally, Whitebeard let out a hearty laugh, a booming sound that reverberated across the deck. "Gurararara! Family, you say? And my son asks to see his kin? Of course, you fool! What kind of father would I be to deny that?" He raised his gourd of sake. "Go, Ace! See your brothers. But don't you dare come back without some exciting tales for your old man! And don't cause too much trouble!"

Ace grinned, a genuine, relieved smile. "Thanks, Pops! You won't regret it!"

Y/n Addresses Her Crew

Later that day, Y/n gathered her own crew on the deck of the Sea Serpent. Their faces were a mix of curiosity and lingering apprehension after witnessing her interaction with Fire Fist Ace. She stood before them, her stance firm, her gaze sweeping over each of them.

"Alright, listen up!" she began, her voice clear and strong. "As you all saw yesterday, I ran into an old friend. More than a friend, actually. My brother, Ace."

A ripple of murmurs went through the crew, but Y/n held up a hand. "I grew up with him and two other brothers, Luffy and Sabo. We swore an oath when we were kids to set sail and find our own way, but also to always look out for each other." She paused, taking a breath. "Now, Ace and I… we've decided we need to check on them. Make sure they're safe. It's been years, and it's something we have to do."

A seasoned quartermaster stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "Captain, with all due respect, leaving the ship… that's unprecedented. What about our next course? Our supplies? The dangers of the Grand Line without our captain?"

Y/n met his gaze head-on. "I'm not abandoning you. And I'm not leaving you vulnerable. We'll set a course for a safe, secluded island where you can resupply and conduct maintenance. I'll leave detailed instructions, and your chain of command will be clear. I trust each and every one of you to keep this ship sailing true until I return."

She looked at each of them, her voice softening slightly. "This isn't a whim. This is family. It's a bond that means everything to me. I wouldn't ask this if it wasn't absolutely necessary. I need to do this, for them, and for myself." She took a deep breath. "Are you with me? Can you trust me on this?"

The crew exchanged hesitant glances, the fear of the unknown battling with their loyalty to their captain. The quartermaster looked at Y/n, seeing not just their captain, but the genuine emotion in her eyes. He sighed, then straightened up. "Captain, we follow you. Always have. If this is what you need to do, then we'll hold down the fort. Just… come back safe."

A wave of relief washed over Y/n. A genuine smile bloomed on her face. "Thank you. All of you. I won't be gone a day longer than necessary."

Ace and Y/n met again at the edge of the bustling port that evening, the setting sun painting the sky in fiery hues. A shared sense of exhilaration crackled between them.

"So," Ace began, a wide grin stretching across his face, "they're good with it?"

Y/n nodded, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "Took a bit of convincing, but yeah. They're holding down the fort. What about your old man?"

"Pops gave me his blessing," Ace confirmed, his chest puffing out slightly with pride. "Said family comes first. Told me not to cause too much trouble, though." He winked, and Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

"Right, because you never cause trouble," she retorted, nudging him with her elbow. "So, the plan? Who are we tracking down first?"

They walked a little further, the last vestiges of the day's chaos fading into the quiet hum of the evening. Ace tucked his hands behind his head. "Well, Luffy's probably causing chaos wherever he is, which means he's easy to find eventually. Sabo, on the other hand… he's always been the more discreet one." He chuckled. "Always plotting, always observing. We should try to find him first. He'll probably have a better idea of where Luffy's gotten himself into trouble."

Y/n nodded in agreement. "Good call. Sabo's the brains of the outfit, even if he doesn't always act like it." She paused, then glanced at Ace. "This is really happening, isn't it? We're actually going to find them."

Ace’s grin widened, a pure, unadulterated joy radiating from him. "Damn right it is! They're gonna be so surprised." He clapped her on the back, a little harder than necessary. "Aww, and they'll see how small and cute you are, shorty!"

Whack! Y/n's hand connected sharply with the back of his head. "Shut it, you overgrown tree! I told you, I'm still tall! You just keep unfairly stretching out!" She glared at him, but her lips were twitching with a smile she couldn't quite suppress.

Ace rubbed the back of his head, feigning pain. "Hey, you used to think it was hilarious when you were taller! Now look at you, all defensive." He laughed, an easy, happy sound that filled the quiet night. "Alright, alright, Captain. Lead the way. Let's go find our brothers."

The search for Sabo proved to be a more arduous journey than either Ace or Y/n had anticipated. What they'd hoped would be a quick detour turned into a two-week odyssey across unpredictable stretches of the Grand Line. They spent their days charting courses, cross-referencing outdated maps with Ace's more recent intel from the Whitebeard network, and chasing down every whisper of a "flame-powered revolutionary" or a "top-hatted brawler."

The Grand Line, in its infinite capriciousness, threw everything it had at them. They navigated through sudden, violent thunderstorms that appeared out of nowhere, forcing them to huddle together as waves crashed over the small, borrowed vessel Ace had managed to procure. They endured sweltering, windless days that left them drifting under a relentless sun, only to be followed by bone-chilling cold fronts that had them sharing Ace's meager supply of cloaks. One memorable afternoon saw them narrowly escape the jaws of a monstrous sea king, a beast so large it dwarfed their little boat, leaving Y/n breathless with a mix of terror and exhilarating laughter.

Their nights were a stark contrast to the chaotic days. Anchored in secluded coves or drifting calmly on placid seas, they found solace in the quiet companionship. They'd share rations, often warmed by Ace's flames, and talk for hours under the vast, star-dusted sky. They recounted stories of their respective crews, shared anxieties about the paths they'd chosen, and drifted back to simpler times, reminiscing about Dadan's tough love and the endless freedom of their childhood.

Ace, surprisingly, was a decent storyteller, recounting thrilling escapades with the Whitebeard Pirates, his voice low and rich in the darkness. Y/n, in turn, found herself opening up about the challenges of being a captain, the weight of responsibility, and the moments of profound loneliness she sometimes felt. They laughed about their old dreams and shared new ones, finding a comfortable rhythm in their shared past and uncertain future. There were moments of quiet intimacy, too, as they sat shoulder-to-shoulder, the warmth of Ace's body a comforting presence against the cool night air.

Just when frustration was beginning to set in, after chasing a particularly misleading lead to a small, isolated island, they saw him. A familiar figure, easily distinguishable even from a distance by his distinct top hat and pipe, was engaged in a heated discussion with a group of rather disheveled-looking individuals near a makeshift revolutionary base.

"Sabo!" Ace bellowed, his voice echoing across the clearing, laced with unadulterated joy.

Y/n felt a wave of relief and excitement wash over her so strong it almost buckled her knees. After weeks of searching, battling the elements, and countless near misses, they had finally found him.

Sabo spun around at the sound of Ace’s booming voice, his eyes widening in disbelief. His pipe nearly clattered to the ground as he took in the sight before him: Ace, undeniably larger and more imposing than he remembered, and beside him, Y/n. He hadn't seen her since they were all seventeen, and the memories of her towering over them, even as kids, were vivid.

He rushed forward, a joyous laugh bubbling from his chest. "Ace! Y/n! What are you two doing here?"

Ace met him halfway, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. "Sabo! You idiot! We came to find you, of course!"

Y/n, a wide, teary smile on her face, embraced Sabo next, a warmth spreading through her at the familiar feeling of his arms around her. "It's been too long, Sabo!"

As they pulled back, Sabo's gaze swept over Y/n, and a flicker of genuine shock crossed his face. He remembered her as the tallest, the one who constantly teased them about their height. Now, at 6'1", he found himself looking down at her, just as he did with Ace. Y/n, at 5'5", was still a good height, but she was no longer the giant of their childhood memories. The realization hit him with a surprising force, a comical twist to their reunion.

He quickly masked his surprise, a warm smile returning. "You both look… incredible! What brings you all the way out here?"

"We wanted to see you, you knucklehead," Ace interjected, clapping Sabo on the back, a playful glint in his eye as he glanced at Y/n. "And someone here," he nudged Y/n with his elbow, "was getting worried she was going to be the only short one left."

Y/n immediately flushed, jabbing him in the ribs. "Ace, shut up! I am not short! And you're just as much an overgrown beanpole as he is!" She gestured exasperatedly at Sabo.

Sabo's eyebrows shot up in amusement, a wry smile playing on his lips. "It's true, Y/n, you haven't quite reached the sky like you used to threaten. I guess we finally caught up, huh?" He couldn't help but chuckle at her indignant pout, remembering how fiercely she'd clung to her height advantage as a child.

"You two are absolutely insufferable!" Y/n declared, throwing her hands up in mock surrender, a bright, genuine laugh escaping her lips despite her protests. It was exactly like old times, and the familiarity, the comfortable bickering, felt like coming home.

The small revolutionary base, a collection of makeshift shelters and tents, became the impromptu site for a long-overdue reunion. Sabo quickly introduced Ace and Y/n to his comrades, briefly explaining their shared past with a glint of pride in his eye. After the initial introductions, the three siblings found a quiet spot away from the bustling activity, settling around a small, crackling fire Sabo had built.

Hours melted away as they talked, catching up on years of missed adventures. Ace recounted his fiery escapades with the Whitebeard Pirates, his voice filled with reverence when he spoke of Pops. Y/n shared tales of cunning and leadership aboard the Sea Serpent, her crew's quirks, and the challenges of being a captain. Sabo, in turn, spoke of the burgeoning Revolutionary Army, the injustices he sought to dismantle, and the hope he carried for a better world.

"Remember that time Luffy tried to eat that entire wild boar by himself?" Y/n chuckled, poking the fire with a stick. "And ended up with a stomachache for three days?"

"And Dadan made him run laps until he nearly passed out," Ace added, a wide grin on his face. "Good times."

Sabo laughed, a soft, familiar sound. "We always had to save him from himself. Some things never change, I suppose." He looked at Y/n, a fond smile on his face. "It's good to see you, Y/n. You really haven't changed much, except maybe for your height." He ducked as Y/n aimed a playful punch at his shoulder.

"You're just jealous you're not as graceful as I am!" she retorted, though her eyes were twinkling with mirth.

As the night deepened, a comfortable silence settled between them, punctuated only by the crackle of the fire and the distant sounds of the jungle. The air was thick with unspoken affection, a tangible warmth that transcended the years and the vast distances they had traveled. They were no longer just children on Mount Corvo, but fierce pirates and revolutionaries, yet the core of their bond remained untouched. The easy camaraderie, the shared history, and the deep, unwavering love for each other was a powerful anchor in their tumultuous lives.

The thought of Luffy, still out there, unaware of their reunion, stirred a fresh wave of excitement. Their little family, broken by circumstance and distant memories, was slowly, surely, beginning to piece itself back together.

The night deepened, wrapping the three siblings in a comfortable cocoon of shared history. The fire cast long, dancing shadows, flickering across their familiar faces. They talked of their dreams, their crews, and the endless expanse of the Grand Line that now separated and connected them. Laughter, genuine and heartfelt, often punctuated their stories, a melody of brotherhood and sisterhood that had been years in the making.

Ace tossed another piece of wood onto the embers, sending a shower of sparks upwards. He leaned back, his gaze thoughtful as he looked at Y/n, then at Sabo. "You know, it's funny," he began, his voice a little softer than usual. "We've talked about everything under the sun tonight, but we've never really talked about it, have we?"

Y/n tilted her head. "Talked about what?"

"How you even ended up with us," Ace clarified, gesturing between the three of them. "I mean, Sabo and I were together for a while, then the dork— luffy showed up at Dadan's around a few years letter, then you.. but you… you were different. You were the last one, and you were so quiet at first. Distant, even. It took you almost a year to really open up." He paused, his brow furrowed in thought. "And Garp… he was always so much gentler with you than with us. At the time, we just figured it was because you were a girl, but looking back, Garp's the last person in the world to treat someone differently just because of their gender. He always looked at you with this… pity. Or something close to it."

Sabo nodded slowly, his expression mirroring Ace's. "He's right. Garp was tough on us, but with you, it was like he was walking on eggshells sometimes. What was that about, Y/n? How did you end up with him?"

The warmth in Y/n's eyes seemed to dim, ever so slightly. The firelight flickered, making the shadows deepen around her. She didn't answer right away, her gaze drifting to the dancing flames, lost in a memory. A moment of silence stretched, heavy with unspoken questions.

The crackling of the fire suddenly seemed louder, the chirping of crickets in the distance more pronounced. The easy laughter and comfortable silence of moments before had vanished, replaced by a sudden, heavy quiet. Y/n reached for a nearby waterskin, taking a slow, deliberate gulp, her eyes fixed on the inky expanse of the night sky above.

"Well," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "Garp—Garp saved me."

Ace and Sabo exchanged a quick, bewildered glance, but remained silent, sensing the shift in her demeanor, the sudden fragility in her usually strong presence.

Y/n paused, her gaze still fixed on the stars, as if searching for answers in their distant glow. Then, she spoke the words that hung in the air, chilling them to the bone despite the warmth of the fire. "From the Celestial Dragons."

A heavy silence descended upon them, thicker than the deepest ocean trench. Ace's jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumped in his cheek, his freckled face darkening. Sabo's breath hitched, and the easy warmth that had flowed between them minutes before evaporated, replaced by a cold dread. Both knew, intimately, the unspeakable cruelty of the Celestial Dragons. They were the world's untouchables, their casual whims often leading to unimaginable horrors for anyone unfortunate enough to cross their path.

The implication hung in the air, a sickening weight. A child. A child saved from them. The only way a child would be "saved" from a Celestial Dragon was if they had been... a slave. The thought was a searing brand, burning through Ace's mind. He wanted to rage, to incinerate something, anything, to extinguish the vile image that had just appeared in his head.

Sabo's hand instinctively went to his chest, where his own painful memories resided. He remembered Y/n's initial silence, her flinching at loud noises, the way she would sometimes stare blankly into the distance. He had dismissed it as shyness, as the natural caution of a child thrown into a strange new family. Now, those distant memories twisted into a horrifying new context. Garp's pity, his uncharacteristic gentleness, suddenly made chilling sense.

"Celestial Dragons?" Ace finally growled, his voice low and dangerous, laced with a raw fury. His hand, even now, instinctively reached for the hilt of a non-existent knife. "What... what did they do to you?"

Y/n offered a soft, almost imperceptible smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes. It was a fragile thing, brittle around the edges. Her hand unconsciously drifted to her left side, resting gently over her ribs. "I think you know," she said, her voice a low murmur, barely a whisper in the quiet night.

As her hand settled, a horrifying jolt of memory struck Sabo. He remembered it with crystal clarity now, a vivid flash from years ago. One sweltering afternoon, during one of their countless rough-and-tumble games, her shirt had ridden up. He’d seen it then, a strange, swirling pattern branded into her skin near her ribs. He hadn't understood it at the time, dismissing it as some kind of odd scar or perhaps a peculiar birthmark. But now, the context of the Celestial Dragons snapped the puzzle pieces into place with sickening precision. It was the Hoof of the Heavenly Dragon, the mark of a slave. He’d seen it in books, read about it in hushed tones amongst revolutionaries, but to see it on Y/n… on his sister…

His blood ran cold. The rage that had been simmering in Ace suddenly ignited, a furious, silent blaze in his dark eyes. Neither of them spoke, but the air around them crackled with unspoken horror and a shared, profound grief for the little girl they had found all those years ago. The truth, finally unveiled, explained so much about the quiet, distant child she had been, and it shattered their hearts all over again.

Y/n’s soft smile returned, though it was still fragile, as if daring to break. She quickly pulled her hand from her side, as if the brief contact with the hidden mark had burned her. She saw the raw pain and anger etched on Ace and Sabo’s faces, the horror in their eyes. The shared revelation hung heavy in the air, threatening to suffocate the warmth of their reunion. But Y/n, ever resilient, wasn't about to let it consume them.

"Anyways, Sabo," she said, her voice a little too bright, forcing a change of subject. She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, bringing an almost business-like air to her tone. "I know you have a lot to work on, being a revolutionary and all. Important stuff." She glanced quickly at Ace, who was still staring at her with a mix of fury and protectiveness. "But if you can, if you would, do you wanna come find Luffy with us? Just for a little bit."

The question hung in the air, a lifeline thrown into the sudden emotional abyss. It was an invitation back to their shared, simpler past, a distraction from the harrowing present.

Y/n didn't push for an immediate answer. She understood the weight of the request. Sabo had responsibilities, a cause he was deeply devoted to. She just held his gaze, a silent plea in her eyes that mirrored Ace's own unspoken hope.

"Think about it," she said, her voice softer now, less forced. "No pressure. We can talk about it in the morning, after we've all gotten some sleep." She glanced at Ace, who nodded in agreement, his initial fury having subsided into a quiet intensity. The night had taken a heavy turn, and the need for rest was palpable.

Sabo looked between them, a flicker of emotion in his eyes—longing, conflict, and then, a slow understanding. He knew what this meant to them, to all of them. The unaddressed pain of Y/n’s past still hung in the air, a silent testament to the resilience of their bond. He simply nodded, the weight of his decision clearly on his mind. The three of them sat in quiet contemplation for a while longer, the only sounds the crackling fire and the gentle hum of the distant jungle, each lost in their own thoughts as the vast, star-filled sky watched over their complicated reunion.

A shiver ran through Y/n, not from the cool night air, but from the raw vulnerability she'd just exposed. The sudden, stark quiet that had fallen after her confession felt too heavy, too revealing. She needed a moment, a space to breathe away from the intensity of their gazes.

"Well," she said, pushing herself up from the ground, a casualness she didn't feel in her tone. "It's been a long day. I think I'll turn in." She offered them a small, tired smile. "Don't stay up too late, you two. We've got a busy morning ahead."

She didn't wait for a reply, just offered a quick nod and turned, walking away from the flickering firelight and the heavy silence, leaving Ace and Sabo alone with the chilling truth she had finally laid bare.

The first rays of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of orange and pink, chasing away the lingering shadows of the night. The air felt lighter, fresher, though an unspoken understanding now hummed beneath the surface of their interactions. Ace and Sabo were already up when Y/n emerged from one of the revolutionary tents, rubbing sleep from her eyes. They offered her a quiet, knowing smile, devoid of the shock and horror from hours before, replaced instead with a gentle protectiveness.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Ace greeted, tossing her a piece of dried fruit he’d acquired.

"Morning," Y/n replied, taking the fruit and avoiding their gazes for a moment, still feeling a slight awkwardness about her confession. But the easy way they were acting, the lack of overt pity, was a relief.

They shared a simple breakfast with some of Sabo's comrades, the usual revolutionary base bustle resuming around them. As the last of the food was cleared, Sabo turned to his siblings, his usual composed demeanor firmly in place, but with a new sparkle in his eyes.

"Alright," he began, "I've thought about it. And yes, I'll come with you to find Luffy."

Y/n's face lit up, a genuine, unburdened smile finally breaking through. Ace let out a triumphant cheer, clapping Sabo on the back. "Yes! Knew you wouldn't let us down!"

Sabo chuckled, holding up a hand. "But," he continued, a mischievous glint in his eye, "there are a few conditions."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her gaze. "Oh? Lay 'em on us, Mr. Revolutionary."

"First," Sabo began, "this can only be for a short while. The Revolutionary Army's mission is too critical for me to be gone for an extended period. We find Luffy, we make sure he's safe and well, and then I return to my duties."

"Fair enough," Ace conceded, though a slight pout touched his lips.

"Second," Sabo continued, "no unnecessary trouble. I know that's asking a lot from you two," he glanced pointedly at Ace, then at Y/n, "but we need to be efficient. Our objective is to find Luffy, not start a war."

Y/n snorted, but nodded. "We'll do our best. No promises for when Luffy inevitably causes trouble himself, though."

"And finally," Sabo said, his voice softening as he looked at both of them, "we stick together. All of us. No splitting up, no going off on solo tangents. We do this as a team. For old times' sake." His gaze lingered on Y/n for a moment, a silent message of reassurance and protection passing between them. The promise was clear: they would be there for her, no matter what.

Ace grinned, pulling them both into a rough, heartfelt embrace. "Deal! Operation: Find Luffy, ASL style!"

On the Trail of Chaos

Finding Luffy proved to be significantly less of a logistical nightmare than locating the notoriously discreet Sabo. While Sabo moved like a shadow, Luffy left a blazing trail of chaos and good deeds wherever he went. Their journey, which took a little over a week, was marked by a series of increasingly absurd rumors and newspaper headlines.

"Heard he liberated an entire island from a tyrant just by yelling really loud," a fisherman muttered in one port, pointing vaguely eastward.

"Some giant rubber man apparently ate all the meat at a local festival," a tavern owner grumbled in another, eyeing Ace's similar appetite with suspicion.

Ace, Y/n, and Sabo listened to these tales with a growing sense of fond exasperation and nostalgic amusement. It was pure Luffy, through and through. Their week-long voyage together was a reunion in itself. On the small, swift ship Ace had commandeered, they settled into a comfortable rhythm. Days were spent poring over marine reports and newspaper clippings, tracking the most recent, most outlandish disturbances. Nights were filled with the easy camaraderie they'd missed so dearly.

Y/n found herself laughing more than she had in years, the simple joy of having her brothers by her side a balm to her soul. Ace would often spar playfully with Sabo on deck, their Haki-infused punches sending ripples through the air, while Y/n watched, offering tactical advice and occasionally joining in with her own swift moves. They shared meals, cooked simply over a small flame, reminiscing about Dadan's questionable cooking and their endless hunger as kids.

There were moments of quiet understanding too. Ace would sometimes glance at Y/n, a silent message passing between them, a shared awareness of her past. Sabo, ever observant, would subtly position himself closer to her, a comforting presence. The unspoken knowledge of Y/n's history with the Celestial Dragons added a new layer to their bond, a fierce, protective current flowing beneath their usual teasing and laughter.

As they neared their destination, the signs of Luffy's recent presence became undeniable. A distant plume of smoke, reports of a minor island's government being "reorganized," and the faint, yet unmistakable, scent of barbecued meat on the wind.

"That's him," Ace declared, a wide, excited grin splitting his face.

"No doubt about it," Sabo chuckled, adjusting his top hat.

Y/n leaned over the railing, a joyous anticipation bubbling in her chest. "Looks like our little brother hasn't changed a bit." She tightened her grip on the railing, a thrill running through her. The reunion was almost complete.

The island was a vibrant, chaotic mess, a testament to Luffy's recent visit. Buildings were half-repaired, banners of a newly liberated people flapped in the breeze, and the air was thick with the scent of festivities and, indeed, an abundance of meat.

"He's definitely here," Y/n grinned, jumping from their small boat onto the dusty shore. Ace followed, his eyes already scanning the horizon, and Sabo landed gracefully beside them.

They didn't have to search long. A booming, unmistakable laugh, followed by shouts of "Meat! More meat!" led them straight to the heart of the celebration. In the center of a bustling town square, amidst a crowd of cheering islanders and his own eclectic crew, was Monkey D. Luffy. He was just as they remembered him – boundless energy, an insatiable appetite, and a wide, beaming smile that could light up the entire Grand Line.

He was currently attempting to devour a portion of grilled sea beast nearly as big as himself, his straw hat slightly askew, surrounded by his equally unique companions. A long-nosed sniper was yelling excitedly, a green-haired swordsman was leaning against a wall looking bored but watchful, an orange-haired navigator was counting something on a paper, a blonde cook was passionately arguing with her, a tiny reindeer doctor was scurrying around, a cyborg was shouting "Super!", a skeleton musician was serenading a few islanders, and a quiet archeologist was observing the scene with a gentle smile.

"LUFFY!" Ace roared, his voice cutting through the festive din like a cannon shot.

Luffy, mid-chew, froze. His head slowly turned, his eyes widening to comical proportions. He blinked once, twice, then dropped his piece of meat with a thud.

"ACE?! SABO?! Y/N?!" he shrieked, his voice echoing across the square, completely overriding the celebration. His elastic limbs stretched, propelling him forward in a burst of rubbery speed.

He slammed into Ace first, nearly knocking the fire user off his feet, pulling him into a bone-crushing embrace. "ACE! You're here! I missed you!"

Before Ace could fully recover, Luffy bounced off him and launched himself at Sabo, equally ecstatic. "SABO! You too! What are you doing here?!"

Then, he turned to Y/n, his eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated joy. "Y/N! You're here too! You got so tall!" he exclaimed, then paused, tilting his head. "Wait... no you didn't! I did!" He peered closer, holding his hand up to her head, then to Ace's, then to Sabo's, a puzzled look on his face. "Huh? You're all taller than Y/n now!"

Y/n simply laughed, a full, unrestrained sound, pulling him into a warm hug despite his height-related confusion. "It's good to see you, Luffy, you absolute idiot!"

Behind Luffy, his crew stood frozen, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and trepidation. They knew of Fire Fist Ace, the Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates. And the revolutionary Sabo. But who was this woman, who commanded such familiar affection from their notoriously reckless captain? And why were these legendary figures being embraced like long-lost brothers and sister? The sheer absurdity of the scene left them speechless.

The initial chaotic reunion slowly settled into a joyous pandemonium. Luffy, bouncing with unrestrained energy, insisted on introducing Ace, Sabo, and Y/n to his crew, each introduction punctuated by exaggerated tales and Luffy's unique brand of storytelling.

"This is Zoro! He's super strong but gets lost easily!"

"And Nami! She's a greedy witch but also our navigator!"

"Usopp is the bravest warrior of the sea! Even though he's a liar!"

His crewmates, initially bewildered, were quickly won over by the genuine warmth and camaraderie between the four siblings. Ace's booming laughter, Sabo's calm smiles, and Y/n's easygoing nature created an infectious atmosphere.

At one point, as they all gathered around a massive bonfire, sharing food and stories, Luffy suddenly pointed at Y/n, a wide, innocent grin on his face. "Shishishi! Y/n, you're short! I remember you being sooo tall!" He stretched his arms upwards, exaggerating her childhood height. "You used to be like this big!"

A wave of laughter rippled through Luffy's crew. Even Zoro cracked a small smile. Y/n, however, just rolled her eyes, a fond smile playing on her lips. "Oh, shut up, Luffy. You've just finally grown into your ridiculous rubber limbs." She playfully swatted at his straw hat. "Besides, I'm not short!" she protested, though the teasing tone in her voice betrayed her lack of genuine offense.

Ace chuckled, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, well, someone had to stay the right size so we didn't mistake her for a giant." He winked, and Y/n playfully elbowed him in the side.

Sabo, ever the diplomat, interjected with a smile. "She's plenty tall. Just… we caught up." He ruffled Y/n's hair affectionately. "It's just a bit surprising, that's all. We all remember her towering over us."

Luffy, oblivious to the subtle nuances of their childhood dynamic, just continued to grin, happily munching on another piece of meat. "Shishishi! Still good to see you, Y/n! Tall or short!" He stretched his arm out and gave her a rubbery hug, nearly knocking her off balance.

The night continued with more laughter, shared stories of their separate adventures, and the comfortable feeling of being a family, finally reunited, even amidst the chaos of the Straw Hat Pirates' world. The height difference, once a source of Y/n's childish pride, was now just another fond memory, another layer to the complex and enduring bond they shared.

The bonfire roared, casting dancing shadows on the faces of pirates and revolutionaries alike. Luffy's crew, initially wary, had fully embraced the novelty of their captain's legendary brothers and sister. Franky, the cyborg, kept exclaiming "SUPER!" at Ace's flame abilities, while Chopper, the reindeer doctor, gazed at Sabo with wide-eyed admiration. Usopp tried to out-storytell Ace, leading to a hilariously exaggerated battle of tall tales. Sanji, the cook, kept trying to woo Y/n with elaborate dishes, much to Ace's mock-chagrin and Luffy's simple delight at the extra food.

Nami, ever practical, had managed to corner Y/n, exchanging navigator tips and quietly expressing her amazement at the sheer star power of Y/n's "brothers." Robin, the archaeologist, observed the familial dynamics with a gentle smile, occasionally asking a pointed question that showed her keen understanding of their intertwined pasts.

A Quiet Moment Among Brothers

As the night wore on, the party showed no signs of truly winding down, but Ace, Sabo, and Y/n managed to slip away to a quieter spot near the edge of the square, watching Luffy's antics from a slight distance.

"He hasn't changed a bit, has he?" Y/n chuckled, leaning her head against Sabo's shoulder.

"Not one bit," Sabo agreed, a soft, fond smile on his face. "Still chasing after the next adventure, still full of dreams."

Ace nodded, his gaze fixed on Luffy, a deep warmth in his eyes. "He's amazing. Stronger than I ever imagined he'd be." He then nudged Y/n gently. "You proud of him, 'shorty'?"

Y/n snorted, playfully punching his arm. "Of course I am, you brute. And I'm proud of you two as well. Look at us. Three legends, and me, a humble pirate captain."

"Humble, huh?" Ace raised an eyebrow. "I seem to recall a certain captain boasting about her height not too long ago."

"That was then, this is now," Y/n dismissed with a wave of her hand, but a blush touched her cheeks. "Besides, you're just jealous of my superior strategic mind."

Sabo laughed, a genuine, unburdened sound that reminded them both of their childhood. "Some things never change, indeed." He put an arm around each of them, pulling them closer. "It's good to have us all together. Even for a little while."

The three sat in comfortable silence, their shoulders touching, watching their youngest brother unknowingly bring joy and chaos to an entire island. The years, the dangers, the separate paths they had walked—they all faded into insignificance in that moment. All that mattered was the undeniable, unbreakable bond of family, finally reunited under the vast, star-studded sky of the Grand Line. The unspoken understanding of Y/n's past was there, a somber undertone, but it was overshadowed by the sheer, overwhelming wholesomeness of their present, together at last.

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