#edward newgate x reader

[thesharktanksdriver]

The strongest star (platonic)

This is determination from Whitebeard’s point of view when y/n met him and his crew. I decided to make this to flesh out my first post and also thought it would be fun since y/n is kinda an unreliable narrator in their own way due to forgetting a lot of details and events.

Master-list for the series here

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for as long as Edward Newgate could remember, he wanted a family

As unconventional as it had seemed he had always dreamed of a family of his own

That was his dream that led him to the sea all those years ago

The freedom to pursue and accomplish this with the oceans cruel and caring waves

He’s old now, a man accomplished and still having his family grow

So when Marco brings a small child aboard Newgate can’t help but be a bit giddy

It’s been years since the Moby dick had such a young one aboard its old planks

He remembers like yesterday it once did

Children he found bruised and starved, cold and alone with eyes begging for warmth and comfort despite how scared they were

He was once like that, and he swore he’d not abandon those kids like others did for him

Those children grew up now to be some of his many kids

Years heavy on them as they are for him

He watched them grow from scared to proud and strong

And most of all he watched them grow to be happy with the family harboured on a couple planks of wood on the high sea

Each night rocked by the waves with full bellies and a smile on their faces

So it’s safe to say he is hopeful when Marco marches up, carrying a small child of about 10?

The youngest on the ship as of now was Ace and a few from the spade pirates that assimilated to his crew

But he hadn’t raised them, Moreso taken them in and not having the opportunity to truly nurture them in the way he had wanted

They were teens, a fraction of their lives already lived which meant he missed out on significant moments of it

He hadn’t been able to meet Ace’s brothers or be sure to in-still in him that he’s loved

Hadn’t been able to convince spade that he was more than what everyone in his home thought of him

As an old nostalgic man Newgate missed the feeling of being there for something important like that again

And he thought for a moment he could have that again until he noticed your eyes

He’s seen the terrified, angry and hopeless that looked up at him once before

Most of his sons whom he took under his wing had a variation of that when meeting him

But yours are….something else

He’s reminded of the night sky

A sight that he’s been more than familiar with his entire life as he looked to the stars and wished for people to call home

Despite just being eyes he sees more

Bleak empty darkness, swirling with the unknown with the distant twinkling flecks of stars

They are all encompassing and unassuming at the same time

Pits of dullness that shows the withered age that only a seasoned sailor could have amongst the cruel waves

A loss of innocence and all that a child should have

Yet at the same time somehow retains some of it despite it all

It’s conflicting and hypocritical all at the same time yet it’s there all the same

Those eyes stare up at him, no fear but instead apprehension fills its place

If nothing before could have convinced him that he wanted you apart of his family than this did

But he’s known from the moment you stepped foot on this ship he wanted you to have a home here either way

On the Moby dick you start off as a quiet presence that later grows into something bigger

Perhaps even bigger than yourself as the his sons and daughters seek out your company like moths to a flame

He can’t exactly blame them, not when he himself wants so desperately to grasp and hold that light

But he sees your apprehension when around him

The way in which you try to skirt around his presence as best as possible

Something you do exceedingly well

So Edward for your sake decides to take a seat back and watch what happens

Waits to see you ease up on your own time

God knows the amount of patience he has from dealing with Roger all those years ago and his rowdy kids

So he knows when to back down and let the stage set itself

Watch the act before his role is to come

And Edward does exactly that

He watches and waits

Eddie watches as you draw the crew in like a gravitational pull

It’s slow at first

Your cautious but you let your guard down

At first it’s with Marco

Being the one to take you onboard he decides that your his responsibility and take to it like the mother hen that he is

Seeing you inured stumbling out an alleyway really hit him hard

Perhaps harder than you had even noticed

It gets worse especially after you seem to brush off your injuries

He hovers around you a lot under the excuse of checking your wounds but you seem to know better

You always seem to know better

But either way you don’t say anything and simply grumble a bit about him

Moreso out of annoyance than actual disdain

But either or, Whitebeard watches as his first commander stays by your side

Eventually getting you to drop some of your barriers ever so slightly

Like the chipping in a wall that would lead to a crack

You talk and Marco listens

As do others who eventually join in on listening to some of your stories as you sit between the rails of the railing

Feet dangling through the gaps and swaying back and fourth as you tell stories

Everyone listens

Some even stop in their trail just trying to hear what you tell Marco as he similar sits beside you

Clawed feet of his half Phoenix form and firey blue wings tinged in gold crackling gently

The real breakdown comes when he offers to fly you around

Everyone can see something in you ignite at that

Genuine excitement only caused by child-like wonder

It’s one of the only times on your stay he had seen it

The child buried beneath whatever had happened to you peaking out from the brush

This was a good sign

One that Edward is glad to see himself as you soar with Marco

Blue flames giving you warmth even with the cold harsh winds

When you eventually land once more Edward can’t help but smile at the surpassingly content expression painting your face

That crack in your defence grows

The next to chip away at that metaphorical wall is Thatch

The cook quickly making his ways into your good graces when he has you help about in his kitchen

You seemingly can’t really stay still, mind always racing and wanting to do something

Never taking the time to relax

Thatch says you take to tasks quickly, finishing as quick as you started much to his surprise and exasperation

Whitebeard laughed at that at the time

So you were quick to pick up things

Knowing tasks like the back of your hand no matter how big or small

He’s also seen it, when you gave some of his sons tips in raising the sails or properly cleaning the deck quicker

Thatch won’t admit it to anyone but himself but Whitebeard knows he cooks more food for you than he’d usually would for someone on the ship

Even when Ace or Teach hound him for more food he angrily shoves them off

Then filling your plate once more

Thatch is the one who tells him of the time you cried eating his meals

Mumbling that it reminded you of her

Your mom

Apparently you don’t remember her anymore

Just the vaguest scent of her meals and a glimmer of a smile she would give when cooking

It….sticks with Eddy more than he’d like to admit

Forgetting was an unfortunate thing that came with time

Whitebeard considered himself lucky in not forgetting much over his years

He still remembers the loneliness of his childhood

The bloodshed and alienation on Rocks’s crew

Going off to make his family after the god valley incident

Recruiting his many sons

Finding some cold and alone while others sought him out as a father

Remembers when he first met the idiot he’d call a rival

How Oden would eventually become his little brother and hearing years later of his death by Kaido

The guilt still weighing on his shoulders even now

So in every sense of the word Eddy considers himself lucky in being able to remember

But you don’t have that same privilege

Your memory fraught with missing pieces

Leaving you trailing off for a moment as you regal a story that leaves everyone on deck listening intently

They all notice that you stare off quite often while doing something

Your mind wandering to whatever is it that your thinking of

Sometimes you even mumble to yourself

Though Eddy is never close enough to hear the mumbles others sometimes mention them to him

Names and places

Dates and times

Events and descriptions

But one thing brought up is something that raises his eyebrow

Things only the Roger pirates could’ve know or seen

He already suspected something when seeing the coat draped across your shoulders

You may think your slick in thinking he didn’t recognize that old thing but Eddie knows better

He’d known Roger far too long and arduously to not recognize his gaudy red coat (hypocrite a voice in the void cry’s out)

When his frien….rival was executed he had noticed the coat he wore was different

A darker red and cheaper material

But at the time he gave no thought to it

To wrapped up in a certain kind of grief to really think twice

But now that coat is on your shoulders

Pristine rose red contrasted with the cyan blue of your bandana and cloth sash

You couldn’t have known Roger, your too young to do so

Plus that idiot had two apprentices not three

So that option was x’d out the list

As him and his commanders talked

But you being a kid of one of his members was certainly a possibility

And the only one Edward could ever imagine Roger giving his coat to was Rayleigh and he had essentially dropped off the map years ago

So the conclusion that your maybe Rayleigh’s kid and that he was potentially dead was the conclusion drawn

It’s safe to say that it is something that weighs on not only his commanders mind but also Edwards

Because of the similar situation to Ace

The only other person you had tried to avoid on this crew for some reason

But maybe you somehow knew of his origin and that’s why? But even that seemed unlikely

Roger could keep his lips shut when the situation called for it

Something that he now praised his dead friend for

But on the topic of Ace…it was odd

You avoided Ace like the plague

Whitebeard understood why you avoided him, the giant who was named the strongest man in the world and feared in all blues

But Ace? He was practically a puppy vying for your attention after seeing you interact with literally everyone but him

He’d never thought he’d see his son who’d used to be like a snippy stray dog now practically begging for attention

But here he was

Well, more like they were since literally everyone else on ship it’s finding this all too hilarious

But also kinda sad

It’s not like they’d force you to get along with him if there had been a solid reason

But seemingly there was none

You just avoided him for whatever reason

Jittering in discomfort and leaving when you saw his signature orange hat

And they’d thought it would remain like this

But like all else Whitebeard sees things change

(Just as he saw the sea change when Roger died and ushered a new era)

The final piece to break down that barrier of yours is Ace

The one besides Whitebeard himself you had been the most barred against

It starts with a small conversation

And then on deck he sees both you and ace talk more

And more

And eventually Ace is placing you on his shoulders with his hat on your head

Or taking you out on striker as the smaller boat races around the Moby Dick

It’s a sight for sore eyes

Ace once again lighting up like a bright flame

The same happiness restrained for when talking of his brothers

Or of that person who had given him the small charm he covets as if it were the greatest treasure

Something he had been initially teased for until revealing its story

The small worn down little sun dangling from his wrist representing someone who he wanted to find once more

To thank for caring for him despite his bloodline

Because Ace saw himself as a blotch on the world rather than a blessing

It was something that Ace had hid well but as his father Edward could see the conflict in his eyes

He Tried his best to resolve it but it had yet to go away

But when Ace talks of the Brothers made over a sip of sake, a small sun charm and now seemingly you

It seems for a moment to melt away

Like the strongest of metal being smelted before hardening once more

So Edward watches in amusement as Ace lets you hang from his arm

Or how his son tries his best to seemingly impress your young eyes with tricks of blazing flames

Ace doesn’t seem to notice though that anything he seems to do leaves a proud look in your eyes

But Eddie does

Whitebeard can’t place as to why but he decides to leave it

Simply enjoying his new child and Ace bonding as if they had knew each other for years

The flame brazen boy igniting excitedly like a match as your smaller hands find his and dance to the drunken shanty music

Singing songs you seem to know and regard with an almost melancholy smile as Binks Booze begins to play

Only giving more evidence to your possible heritage

And then you eventually approach Eddie himself

The fearless Whitebeard, strongest man in the world

Golden yellow eyes staring back down towards yours that reflected a starry night

He asks you about your family in which you answer vaguely

Though he expect no less of an answer he notices that the way you explain it is practiced

And despite how practiced it is it leaves him dealing down worry

You’d been on your own for a decent amount of time now

Just seemingly drifting from how you described it

No one but yourself and the sea to keep you company

Only the clothes on your back and small mementos from travels to carry on with you

Whitebeard ponders who the “friends” you’d made along the way but you don’t say names often

Just nicknames

Sneaky but he’s raised enough rebellious boys to see past all the tricks

You change conversation but Edward allows it

Instead you ask him questions, something no one would usually dare to do when being questioned from him

He’d have to admit you have some guts for a kid

Typically he’d call people who did something like that a brat but he lets it slip this one time

And he answers your questions

If only to try and ease you into seeing that he is more than just the epithet of strongest man

That first and foremost he’s a father and perhaps he could be one to you

But instead you inquired about Roger

Another itch to prove your perhaps Rayleigh’s child

So Whitebeard answers truthfully talking about the man he once considered friend

To be honest Edward never really knew how to quite characterize his and Roger’s relationship

On one hand Roger was a man that Edward had respected deeply. Someone who was not only equal in power but also in kindness

God Roger was so stupidly nice to just about everyone as long as you didn’t somehow anger him

But On the other hand Roger was one of the stupidest men alive

Running head first into a battle with nothing prepared

Roger and him were both Friends and Rivals all at the same time

Along with being two sides of a coin

Men who loved more passionately than anyone else

Men who’d do anything to protect all that they loved even if it killed them

In some sense Whitebeard knows he should be happy in being the “victor” in their rivalry yet he’s not

Because they never did settle a score because there was no score to settle

And Eddie no matter how hard he’d try to deny it missed that goof

For as annoying as he was he was equally charming

Something that was infuriating

Because of course Eddie had to become friends with that man

Of course Roger had to go and get himself killed

And it’s Eddie who’s left to mourn

Eddie who’s left to watch the world change and grow old

Eddie is always the one left standing

And it’s there with that you ask him about mourning and how he deals with it

And Edward can’t help but give a pitied stare

A child should not know grief

A child should not know how to mourn

And yet you do

You always seemed to know something your not supposed to

A thing both equally dangerous to you as it is others

……geez you really must be Rayleigh’s kid

Whitebeard smiles, looking down to the coat hung heavy on your shoulders

For a moment he sees Roger there, smiling at him as usual

He tells you that even when someone is gone they leave bits of themselves in the world

Eyes subtly glancing towards a distracted Ace and Izou who listens nearby

Their presence still lingering in all those that they touched by literal and metaphorical

Because when someone leaves you they never really do

They change you

Mold you into the person you are and could become wether that be good or bad

Because Whitebeard despite knowing Oden and Roger are gone can still feel their presence on this ship

The splinters from when battling Roger as he was flung onto the Moby dick

The room in which Oden carved his name in the wood along with Toki’s within the shape of a heart

Sees glimmers of Roger shining through Ace and his firey temper along with his compassion

Watches Izou mumble under his breath about how Oden would have loved to have been on this adventure

Those 3 sake cups still sit in Edwards office

Below a collection of objects and photos of all his lost children

He still mourns them

As any father would

Still wonders if they would forgive him for falling them

But when he does so he remembers their still there

Their fingerprints engraved on a old grizzled heart

At hearing this you nod, pulling that old coat on your shoulders closer

As if someone was hugging you through its luxurious red cloth

His words have seemed to have comforted you and he’s glad

Perhaps even lifting some of the grief off your chest

If so Edward is happy

Because a child should know no grief

And he’d like to change that

Would like to remold your melancholy little heart back to what it should be

That of a happy child

He and his children itch to ask you to stay

But even when Marco offers you a room here

Or when Ace just straight up asks you to stay

You always reply the same way

That like the sea herself you are untethered

Maybe one day you’d find a place but for now you must keep drifting

You have people to meet

Friends you call family to see once more

Everyone here wishes for you to stay

Some ask their father to perhaps to pull the same thing they had pulled with Ace

But Whitebeard doesn’t relent on wanting you to join by your choice

Even when he feels his will want to crack when one night after talking with you under the starry night you fell asleep in his palm

Curled up and small as he feels small tears drip down and pool beside you

Or when it wants to crack even more when he catches you one night in the crows nest singing

The almost haunting sound echoing and reverberating across the ship

The Moby herself sitting at your side, her Klabautermann joining you in song

Or the almost final blow when he realizes that you breath new life in the ship without even knowing it

It’s unseen by your eyes but Whitebeard knows his sons and his ship enough to know when it’s more lively than usual

How your words capture them

He’s watched as you sat atop a barrel telling tales and seeing everyone huddle around you like ducks

Pausing in their duties or even sitting down to ask questions or for you to elaborate more

Grown men and women enraptured by stories of the sea and all its beauty

Even he himself couldn’t help but find himself entranced by your words

The way in which you tell them all are too detailed as to not be true

But Whitebeard does not relent

Does not stop in his judgement no matter how hard it will be to let you go back on that dinky little ship you called your own

It’s sail made of spare sheets with sewn in patches giving it splatters of colour

But when that happens Whitebeard promises to throw you a grand goodbye

Promises that when you do come back they’d have a room ready

That Thatch would make food that reminded you of a once lost home again

That Marco would tend to your wounds and let you scrape the sky

And that Ace would light up with a flame of a stars intensity

But they never were able to throw that goodbye party

That party would be the next one after the one that was meant to just enjoy being with you once more without having to say goodbye

But then you decided you’d help Thatch after seeing he could barely walk in a straight line, so you paused the celebrations for yourself and went to that kitchen celler

Going to place that damned devil fruit to be locked away

But then minutes ticked by

And so Ace decides he’d go find you, saying he’d have to convince you to tell Eddie of your story about the island in the clouds

The joyful atmosphere continues

And then comes Ace’s horrified scream for Marco

Cutting through the atmosphere as the usually chipper boy runs out the kitchen with you in his arms

Bloodied little you

You sit there in Ace’s arms

Bleeding heavily from a large slashing stab that has your blood practically gushing out and into the ground along with Ace’s arms

Despite that though

Despite the pain you should be in Edward spots an oddly content look on your face

Eyes looking up towards Ace but instead of tears filling them it’s a bittersweet look

The look of I’m sorry

Ace and you sit in Edward’s palm

Your small form cradled by his sobbing son who pleads for you

Blood still fresh on his hands and now smeared across Edward’s as well

A child should never die

Let alone in someone’s arms

For they shall carry that weight of them in their arms forever

So he tells ace to lay you down in his Palm

And Ace can only do so reluctantly

Ace turns to run to Marco who’s dashing across the ship but you stop him grabbing his hand

Making his son pause

You smile despite it all, a bright and beautiful smile that rivals the sun and all stars in the sky

Then looking to his charm as you pull out a similar one nestled in that coat pocket of yours

“You found me” it comes out as a pained rasp that makes Whitebeard’s heart ache

It aches more seeing Ace’s expression

Pure grief

Just utter pure grief

Ace clutches you

Begs you not to leave

To please not leave him after finding you

To tell him who did this to you

Your eyes squint as if trying to remember, but then light up with recognition

You give a small laugh, one that makes Whitebeard go still as does Ace

“Zehahaha”

Teach….thats why he wasn’t on deck

As that happens pieces of you shatter

A bright shining gold flashing in the night sky

Sparks of starlight and stardust congregating in the air

Scattering somewhere into the sky

In a fevered state you utter a last word to Ace

Sunshine

When your gone everyone is in a stunned silence

Because what just happened

But then Whitebeard thinks

He thinks all the way back to Roger

The last time he saw Roger the bastard had gotten suddenly silent asking Eddie if he knew of a song, a myth

A star that once dead formed back once more in a new part of the sky

A song was made about it once, something from the Rumbar pirates that had long died among the waves

But then he thinks back further

Back to those 3 days and nights they had fought on that abandoned island

And then he remembers

As Roger sent him flying with a punch Eddie skidded by the Oro Jackson

And for the briefest of moments he thought he spotted something shining in the darkness of a cracked open door

More rather the peering shining eyes of someone

At the time he tried to question Roger but he was as unmoving as a stubborn horse so Eddie had left the topic

He had forgotten of that experience years later

But now it comes rushing back

As does that myth of a undying star

It seems Roger was hinting at something all along

Sly bastard

Seems you weren’t Rayleigh’s kid after all

Maybe you were more Roger’s kid than anything

But….Eddie had taken in one of Roger’s brats before

His sobbing son is evidence of that

And perhaps he will do so again

“Hmf….sly bastard. Their out there, we’ll find them again” his words are spoken with conviction as a sobbing ace looks up to him, his golden eyes soften at his sons expression “their still alive Ace, just displaced when they die. Roger rambled to me a myth about it the last time we met. A star that never died and reappeared in the sky, I thought it was nonsense but maybe he was right”

“But how-“

“Think my boy. How could they be the one who had cared for you all those years ago when they’re that young? My best guess is a devil fruit” he sees the emotions swirl in Ace’s eyes as his sons nods shakily. Hands clutching the sun charm of his bracelet and scared to let go. Edward’s eyes travel from his son to his other children, the gold that was once softened now hardening once more as anger replaced it. Teach….a son now a traitor had to be delt with.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Whitebeard fucker here lol I’ve been summoned. Could you write something with a reader whose used to being the biggest guy around meeting whitebeard and going “ohhh” and wanting to climb that man like a tree? Any and all kinks are up to your choosing monsieur gator!! Also happy birthday man!

Edward “Whitebeard” Newgate x male reader

Headcanons

Bit my lip so fucking hard when I saw this request. Whitebeard enjoyers come assemble!

Thanks for the birthday wish :) I ended up getting a lot of comics and manga, so I’m very happy.

Reader possesses a devil fruit I made up I call the sun-sun Fruit. Hes also like 16 ft 9. Hes also at least 40+ years old. Old man yaoi.

You had known of Whitebeards existence ever since you started traveling the sea, who didn’t? The guy was a legend known as the strongest man alive, someone to avoid if you did the type of business you did.

You were a bit of an everything man. Information gathering, Intimidation, bodyguarding, assassin, anything that paid you a lot and you didn’t have to hurt the innocent, Youd do it.

The world government were cautious of you, but always let you get away with things others wouldn’t, as you also took jobs for them if need be. You played on every board, siding with pirates, with marines, with the poor, and with the rich. As long as they had good reason for asking for your help.

Your Sun-Sun fruit always helped with this as well, making you an extremely powerful fighter, possessing the ability to gather and store solar energy and light itself. After mastering it you could easily create explosions big enough to destroy islands, coat your body in solar energy, or coat your weapons, as well as many other things.

Your preferred weapon were spears, your most beloved weapon a naginata that had been gifted to you after a job well done, some celestial who fanboyed over pirates wanting to give you a big reward. The naginata was supposedly cursed, but you two got along a little too well most days.

All in all, you were well known in your own circles, but nowhere near as much as someone like Whitebeard.

That was also the reason you turned down your latest request to kill Whitebeard. You might have been strong, but you were never an idiot. You might have stood at almost 17 feet, towering over anyone you had ever met, but even you know Whitebeards crew was so loyal it was lethal.

The people giving you the request has been annoyed about you rejecting it, but they could do nothing to stop you as you left, on your way to the next island. There was never a destination in mind if you didn’t have a contract, so you just called it joy sailing.

It was mere coincidence that you found yourself sailing through Whitebeards territory. You had no need for a crew, as you had mastered the skill to create stand-ins with your sun-sun fruit, creating human shaped beings out of condensed solar energy.

The ship you traveled in wasn’t too big either, especially compared to the moby dick. But they had easily spotted you, and your “crew” had spotted them in return. For some reason the whitebeard crew were interested in you, though their interest made your heartrate skyrocket as the moby dick neared your own much smaller ship.

When it became clear they weren’t there to fight, you agreed to link up your ships, even if it was just because you knew they could end you before you would be able to run for it.

Stepping onto the ship, part of you was curious at their lack of reaction to your towering height, even as they had to turn their heads all the way back to look at you to ask questions about your “light crew”, or one of them demanding to know what your favorite food was, or where you got your naginata.

When you finally met Whitebeard though, it all made sense. The guy made even you feel small, even though he wasn’t towering over you the same way you were the rest of his crew. Maybe it was his presence, as he laughed and patted you on the back, greeting you by the nickname the masses called you.

But all you could think about was how seeing someone taller than you made you feel. Just feeling his large hand patting your shoulder, or seeing how he was still taller than you when you sat, was enough for you to think about booking it again.

You had no idea why, but for some reason you stuck around with the Whitebeard crew for a while. To the point where they started acting like you were part of the crew. Even when you tried to turn it down, they’d just give you a knowing look before ignoring your complaints.

In your opinion, you were too old to join someone’s crew, especially with you being known as a “backstabber”, as you never picked one specific side.

And yeah, you knew why you were sticking around for so long. It was all Whitebeard, and that weird, fluttering feeling he gave you, and the arousal he caused, but that was not as important…for the most part.

It was only after the crew had settled on the island to restock that you thought about leaving for real. One of your contacts had called you on your den den mushi, and told you about a very high paying job. You might have been so rich your ancestors would live in luxury, but you could never get enough.

Unluckily for you, Whitebeard had overheard the call. He had looked sad about you wanting to leave, but had invited you to join him for a drink before you packed up and went on your way.

That’s how you found yourself sitting beside him in front of a bonfire, just the two of you, both of you decently buzzed and flushed. Your devil fruit power made you mostly immune to alcohol, the heat of the sun burning the alcohol away before it could work, but whatever stuff Whitebeard had on him seemed to have the right kick.

Later you would blame the alcohol for your reaction when Whitebeards hand settled on your lower back. You had abandoned your jacket a while ago, some of Whitebeards crew running off with it to use it for some drunk game they were playing.

Your devil fruit also worked best without too much clothes in the way, meaning Whitebeards hand was right on your back, and your thirsty self had arched into it with a soft groan, your head flopping to the side to rest against him.

Whitebeard had chuckled, but it wasn’t his usual loud guffaw, but something deeper and smoother, like melted dark chocolate or the best whiskey you had ever drank.

His hand had rubbed and massaged your back until you felt like putty, small sparks of light and solar energy flickering across your torso as your control slipped, Whitebeard huffing amusedly at the small jolts it sent through his arm.

You would blush in the future when thinking about it, denying it ever happened, before blaming the alcohol once more. But in that moment, it was impossible to not spill all the thoughts you had about him. How he made you feel so hot inside, how much you fantasied about him, his hands, his height, his cock.

Whitebeard had seemed almost charmed, and maybe he was. It wasn’t every day that someone his age and especially his size had someone fawning over them. Maybe that was why he pulled you into his lap, with your back resting against his chest, as his battle worn hands traveled across the front of your torso.

He murmured and purred into your ears as one of his large, calloused hands groped and pinched at one of your pecs, making you gasp and arch into the touch, legs jolting until his other hand came down to hold your thigh in place.

The praise falling from his lips had you feeling much drunker than you were, vision blurring for a second before you were able to focus again, your own hands grasping at his pantleg as you huffed out a breath.

The veins across your body lit up every now and then from the stored solar energy in your body flickering, causing Whitebeard to chuckle that deep chuckle once more, making some comment about that being a nice party trick.

You were about to snap back a rebuttal, something rude about his own devil fruit power, but before the words could even leave you, the hand gripping your thick slid under your waistband.

Embarrassment flooded your system as you keened, head falling back onto his chest as your hips jolted. And how crazy was that? He was so tall your head fall onto his chest, not his shoulder, not above his own head, his chest.

It had your throbbing even more, immediately coating his palm in a layer of precum, making Whitebeard tsk teasingly, before rubbing the palm against the head of your sensitive shaft, only making you drip even more.

What could you say. You were sensitive. Being your size made it pretty hard to find a partner who could keep up with you, or someone you wouldn’t hurt on accident. And as your fame grew, less and less individuals even wanted to give it a try.

That was why you were keening and whimpering in Whitebeards lap like some kind of virgin, at least that’s what you told yourself to keep your dignity.

It didn’t explain the way you jolted and spilled into his hand when Whitebeard grabbing your chin, turning your head so he could kiss you. Your eyes rolled back, and solar energy flashed across your body as you came, gasping into his mouth, your breath so hot It would have harmed anyone not as sturdy as Whitebeard.

With his lips still pressed against yours he mumbled praise, telling you stuff that had you melting even further into his embrace, hips still jolting and twitching into his hand like you didn’t want it to end.

As you rolled your hips you could feel his own erection, and you almost wanted to pass out from just how big he felt. You had never met anyone who was bigger than you in that way, yet here Whitebeard was, pretty much offering it to you on a silver platter.

The night was spent with Whitebeard wringing more than just a couple of orgasms out of you, at some point leaving you so overstimulated and pleasured that your body had phased out, turning into solar energy.

Whitebeard had cackled loudly at the sight, seeing how you were in so much pleasure you couldn’t even stay solid. When you finally came back to yourself, he placed a big kiss on your cheek and then your mouth, making some teasing comment about it all.

The next morning you couldn’t look his crew in the eye, the knowing looks boring into your large broad back, that for once was wearing a shirt, to cover most of the hickeys their captain had left on you.

And if you just so happened to turn down the job offer your informant gave you, and if you just so happened to attach your ship to their fleet, and you just so happened to start being referred to in the same parental way as Whitebeard, who would be the wiser.

You honestly had no idea how to react when Whitebeards, and you guessed now your, crew started referring to you with a fatherly title in the same way they called Whitebeard Pops. You hadn’t wanted to be open about your relationship with Whitebeard, but to the crew it was so damn obvious.

Even when you and Whitebeard became official, and maybe even married at some point, you still took jobs every now and then, never getting enough of the thrill of money. But it was a lot less, and you pretty much cut all contact with the world government.

Sure, that got you a bounty and a high reward, but you honestly couldn’t care. After all this time you realized, maybe a crew wasn’t so bad. It also helped to have a partner that made you feel safe and cared for, whilst also leaving you limping in the best possible way.

[alastxrs]

could you maybe do a whitebeard and tall husband who's been with each other for years and when marine ford happens and edward is about to get shot by blackbeards crew his husband sacrifices his life

My Darling Captain, I'll Die for You Always!

𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 "𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝" 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧…

❝𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞.❞

Those were the words Captain Edward "Whitebeard" Newgate had promised his husband, Y/N Newgate when they arrived at Marineford.

They had been together through everything.

When the Whitebeard pirates thought of their Captain and Y/N, they thought about how happy the two men had been and how they wouldn't die unless it was to die with each other.

Yet, the fates were not on their side now.

"Teach!! Don't do it!!"

They had already lost Ace, they couldn't lose their captain too.

Marshell D. Teach stood in front of an injured Edward with his crew and guns in their hands.

The giant man was breathing slowly as he stared at his old crewmate.

He had already fought Akainu and that hit him hard.

Whitebeard didn't understand why had betrayed them and killed Hatch, knowing his old son was going to kill him didn't bring him the satisfaction.

Edward closed his eyes as he thought about his husband and their wedding.

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the serene beachfront where Edward Newgate and Y/N were about to exchange their vows. The gentle sound of the waves provided a soothing backdrop to the joyous occasion. Edward, towering and imposing as always, stood with a rare softness in his eyes. Today, the mighty Whitebeard looked almost serene, his usual aura of power tempered by the tender emotions of the moment.

Y/N, just an inch shorter than Edward, stood by his side, a mixture of excitement and nervousness evident in his expression. The two men were surrounded by their closest friends and crewmates, all gathered to witness this monumental moment. Despite the rough and tumble nature of their lives, today was about love and unity, and it was clear that everyone present was deeply moved by the occasion.

As the officiant began the ceremony, Edward reached out and took Y/N's hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "From the moment we met, I knew you were someone special," Edward began, his deep voice filled with emotion. "You’ve stood by my side through thick and thin, and I promise to stand by yours for the rest of our days." The sincerity in his words brought tears to many eyes, including Y/N's.

Y/N, with a voice steady but full of feeling, replied, "Edward, you are my anchor, my strength, and my heart. I promise to love you fiercely, to support you always, and to cherish every moment we have together." The two men exchanged rings, simple bands that symbolized their deep commitment to one another.

"Edward Newgate, do you take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"Do you, Y/N L/N, take Edward Newgate to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

When the officiant pronounced them married, Edward pulled Y/N into a strong embrace, lifting him off his feet slightly. The cheers from their friends and family were deafening, the joy palpable in the air. The two shared a passionate kiss, sealing their vows with a promise of forever.

A sigh escaped the captain's lips as he looked at the man he had once trusted with his life.

At least, Y/N would be safe.

Or so he would think.

"You'll never be my son, Teach."

And that was when Blackbeard pointed his gun at him, he heard the order to shoot him yet he couldn't process the words.

He was ready to die now.

"Y/N NO!!!"

"DON'T DO IT!!"

"DAD NO!!"

He assumed Y/N was trying to fight against the other men to get to him.

He couldn't hear footsteps.

The gunshots went off and yet he never felt a single bullet pierce his skin from the shots, there was no way these pirates were missing the shots on him when he was standing right in front of them.

Suddenly, the gunshots stopped after awhile.

Edward opened his eyes so he could see yet his heart stopped and his eyes widened at the sight in front of him.

Even Teach was surprised at the sight in front of him.

His beloved, Y/N was in front of him.

His body was covered with blood and the slightly smaller husband of his was shaking trying to keep a grasp on living for a little longer.

Though, a smile formed on his lover's lips.

"If you think I'm going to allow you to die without me, you must be insane Edward.." His husband whispered as he turned his head to look at him. "I know you aren't going to escape alive so I might as well die with you."

He couldn't deny that and he couldn't help himself but to chuckle one last time while Y/N moved next to him slowly.

"Til death do us part, you are taking that too literal."

"Well of course, I told you I didn't want to live in a world without you when we were in our prime no?"

"I'm still in my prime, dear."

"Darling, we are old, these young kids are reaching their prime but ours has ended."

The two laughed as their hands intertwined, Edward squeezed his husband's hands.

The Whitebeard pirates cried louder because this would be the final time they would hear their fathers talk. The Marines were quiet while watching the two lovers, some were crying.

While Teach, he looked angry because he didn't understand what the two men said.

"THE ONE PIECE IS REAL!!!"

Gasps were heard around and everyone around couldn't believe what had been said, a lot of people didn't believe that the treasure of Gold D Roger was real.

Before anything else, the two men let out their final breaths.

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍.

[quinloki]

Marco, Newgate, Jinbe for Pregnancy kink, breeding kink, Praise kink please

I'm going to preface this with - I see Jinbei and Newgate as very fatherly (not Daddy-ly? ) so I don't have much personal head canon for them. (My apologies, I am a horny bastard most of my head canons are horny-based XD)

That said, I will do my best! I'm not uncomfortable with it or put off by it personally, so no harm. Oh my I thought Jinbei was in his mid-50s, seems he's a spry young 46!

Let's do these by Kink - Praise, Breeding, Pregnancy.

Praise Kink:

Marco - FUCK Yes - Marco will have a hard time not praising you, to be honest. Those calloused warm hands slide over your body just as smoothly as his gaze, and his words drip down softly like honey. It's a steady, soothing cadence, and his words delight in every sound and twitch he pulls from you. You purr so sweetly for him, you take him so well, you always listen like a good [insert here].

He certainly doesn't mind getting praised in return, it's always a pleasure to hear your voice. But he gets more from giving than receiving in this case.

Newgate - Yes - Newgate often sings the praises of his sons and his crew, so it's fairly second nature to him. Of course he would praise someone who could stand by his side, and support him in ways that no one else can. That deep voice rumbles through your body like rocks and thunder, in a tone a little different for you than anyone else.

Jinbei - Yes - Of course Jinbei loves to praise you \o/ This is a very positive and supportive gentleman, and you deserve all the praise. Jinbei is a busy guy, and you've stayed by his side through a lot of employment changes. Things always manage to work out, and you always manage to find your way back to him. The warm hands, the warm voice, and the kind words.

His tone of voice for praising you behind closed doors is a little different, but that's just for you to know.

Breeding Kink:

Marco - Sure - Marco is more than happy to fill you up. He loves letting himself go inside you, the noises you make the way you feel throbbing against him. He couldn't possibly ask for more. But there's not really anything else to it - there's no fantasy of using you just for breeding, there's no connection/desire regarding marking you or filling you up. It's not a matter of "It's hard to get overt enthusiasm out of Marco", so much as there's just not that extra connection or spark for him.

Condom or not he just enjoy finishing inside you and bringing you over the edge at the same time (or near enough to count), makes him feel like he hasn't lost his touch.

Newgate - I dunno - I just don't feel like the guy who adopted (sometimes a little forcefully) a couple hundred sons is at all interested in any part of the process for creating biological children. I do think he's a caring enough guy that he would give it a try, if it was a fantasy of yours. I imagine he'd be more enthusiastic and into it if he was breeding you anally, to be honest.

Now, to be fair, breeding kink does not equal pregnancy kink, so I want to make sure I'm clear I'm not saying they go hand in hand. His hesitation isn't because he can't separate the two, his hesitation is because, well, regardless of gender he's more of a "swiggty, swooty he comin' for dat booty" kind of guy.

Jinbei - Yes - This man appreciates the sight of you just overflowing with his seed. The certain way the blood rushes across your skin, how you tremble in pleasure, there's just something different from other times, and he appreciates that difference.

(I wish I had more, but he's a simple guy who has simple pleasures)

Pregnancy Kink:

Marco - I don't think Marco knew he had this kink until you got pregnant. He'd seen/dealt with pregnant people before now, and it never did anything to him. But once you started showing he started to get a feeling that he wasn't sure what to do with. He became nearly feral in the bedroom, and spent most of his free time tending to you - massaging your feet, rubbing your shoulders, offering to feed you and other acts of service. Anything to be around you.

He wrote it off mostly to some instinctual drive to protect you, but the strong desires and urges were almost hard to control. You two ended up sitting down and talking about it and realizing that it was very much a oh god you don't even know for him.

Newgate - No - Pops wishes anyone who is pregnant good luck. May everything go correctly, and may you have many healthy babies. Just leave him out of it. He's not completely averse to the visual of pregnant people, he's just not terribly comfortable around it. Babies and kids? He's good with that, he's Pops after all.

He just doesn't have any interest in the process.

Jinbei - Sure - Jinbei falls into the "you were beautiful before, you are beautiful now" category. He's not turned off or away because you're pregnant, but he's not doing more or less with you because of it. Well, he's doing more with you - your pregnant - he's going to look after you and help you out like a good partner. He does his best to match your energy and pace - in and out of the bedroom.

Sorry, this is a little bare bones for what I usually do ^_^;

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

[henrioo]

★彡 EDWARD NEWGATE

➠ One shots

✰ Someone who wants you:

"About being adopted by whitebeard's crew after nobody else wanted you"

➛ Platonic! WhiteBeard Crew x Child! Reader

➠ Series

none yet

[thevinsmokerlaw]

Raffle Prize: Riot w/ Whitebeard & gn!reader

a/n: 3rd raffle prize for my beloved @secretsnailor (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ Bee asked for a scenario where reader gets injured during a battle and Whitebeard just goes off with some comfort afterwards. my dear, it's always so much fun writing Whitebeard for you, thank you for the fun prompt and congrats again for being one of the lucky winners! ♡

contains: mention of blood (nothing super descriptive but reader suffers a hit on the head)

word count: 1k

It all happened within the blink of an eye.

You had let your guard down, irritated by someone calling out your name in the midst of the battle. Was it your imagination? Was it one of your comrades in need of help? It was impossible to figure out what was happening in the storm of voices and gunshots surrounding you, the sound of swords clashing ringing in your ears. In the corner of your eye you made out a kaleidoscope of blue and orange flames, and somewhere to your right you noticed Izou and Thatch standing back to back as they made the enemies drop like flies.

Panic rose in your chest when you couldn’t make out the broad silhouette of Whitebeard in the fray; you would have assumed that a man of his height would be easy to spot, but he had disappeared from your sight completely. Did something happen to him? Was it him who called out your name? You slashed at some foe who had the audacity to underestimate you and just when you were about to move forward, a sharp pain flashed through you with an intensity that drove you to your knees. The back of your head was throbbing, you felt dizzy, trying to understand what just happened.

You tried to breathe through the pain with gritted teeth, your vision blurry from the impact and blood dripping down your face. Leaving your back unguarded, what a foolish mistake. All because your heart had yearned for Edward, sorrow bubbling up in it and making you drop your guard before you could have convinced yourself that he was fine; he was the strongest after all. You whined as you reached for the open wound. Nothing Marco couldn’t fix, but until then you somehow had to make it out of here alive.

“What happened? Who did this to you?”

A voice so low and threatening, a big hand scooping you up carefully. You feel warm skin against yours and don’t need to open your eyes to know that he was here now, that you were safe. Your fingers claw into his coat while you still try not to black out from the pain pulsating through every fiber of your body. You mumble out Edward’s name weakly, making him tense up, blind rage flaring up in his stomach – caused by seeing the love of his life hurt like that, by his own irresponsibility to leave you unguarded for a heartbeat, by the horde of bastards who were foolish enough to pick a fight with his family in the first place.

He’s gonna bring them down, one by one.

You feel Whitebeard’s grip around your waist tighten and hear him calling out for Marco, his voice roaring over the battlefield. His whole body vibrates under your fingertips and you can’t tell if it’s the adrenaline rushing through his veins or if it’s his devil fruit ability, barely contained. He puts you down near some big rock, hidden away from the eyes of others by the tall grass surrounding it.

Your vision is still blurred and you can feel your consciousness slipping away slowly, but you don’t fight it – with Whitebeard’s big calloused hand brushing over your cheeks he reassures you that you’re safe now. A few heartbeats later and you make out Marco’s voice, the two men talking in hush voices, until you feel the soothing cold of the phoenix’ flames encasing you. You sigh from the instant pain relief.

“See? All patched up, yoi.” Marco rests a hand on top of your hand and turns toward Whitebeard. “What now, pops?” “I’m gonna put an end to this.”

You rest your still throbbing head against the rock, grateful for Marco’s healing powers, and rub your eyes, blinking away the blood and the dirt, enough to see Whitebeard’s broad back as he walks into the midst of the battlefield, one fist clenched around his naginata. The jolly roger tattoo is hit directly by the sun and once again you’re reminded of how deep his love and devotion runs – for his found family and for you.

The whole air seems electrified once he goes off, unleashing the incredible power he holds and teaching the foe a lesson on humility. You hear the cheerful cries of your crewmates as you lean back smiling, letting the rumbles of his devil fruit powers comfort you. Marco standing next to you whistles through his teeth and flies off once again after exchanging a smile and making sure that you’re okay, knowing well that a certain someone will come pick you up in a heartbeat anyway.

And so when a little later your favorite voice calls out your name, you open your eyes again and beam, reaching out for him to pick you up. Whitebeard is gentle with you, a sheer contrast to the way he just routed the other crew a few minutes prior. He has both hands wrapped around you and lifts you up close to his face where you nuzzle in the crook of his neck, your fingers twirling around the golden curls of his. You feel his pulse under you, heart still beating fast from the rush earlier, and whisper his name against his skin. 

“I’m sorry for letting you out of sight. Does it still hurt?” You shake your head and smile when he places a kiss on your cheek, handling you as if you were made of glass. “I was just being reckless for a moment. And because I couldn’t make you out in the crowd…”

You mumble the last part, a little bit flustered, but Whitebeard just laughs out loud, his whole body shaking from it. He squeezes you tighter and seeks your gaze, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. The way he looks at you can only be described as full of love and longing. After all, you are the owner of his heart; cracked it wide open and filled it with flowers, written your name all over its walls. 

“Now let's get you home. After this day all I’m craving is some booze and lay down with you…”

[moniheartsluffy]

one piece headcannons pt2

a/n: don’t worry bout nun sweetheart. just laugh n vibe🫡

luffy: we all know how luffy acts but i think that everytime he sees his grandpa or his brothers he starts acting like the whiney kid he was when he was younger.

kidd: him and killer made the “if im not married by 30 then we’re getting married” promise to eachother. killer forgot all about it but the memory of it haunts kidd til this day.

doflamingo: i swear that he has tripped over that feather cape he be wearing.

law but younger: he has dyed doffy’s feather cape black and hid corazon’s and proceeded to help them search for it… (absolute menace)

franky: he has 100% poured water on iceberg in his sleep and til this day he’s never gotten caught.

ussop: for a period of his childhood i feel like he was an adamant believer that he didn’t have a dad. (yassop knew he could’ve sent a letter or sum)

benn becky: acts like the responsible one but is just as irresponsible as shanks when it comes to certain things (THEM FAWKING CIGARETTES THATS RLLY A BLUNT)

sanji: he has a journal(it’s a diary) and he writes little letters to his mom everyday…he’s done it since she passed and he still has all the journals he went through. (damn that’s kinda sad)

whitebeard: as much as he’d hate to admit it…he kinda considers shanks and buggy as his sons seeing as he kinda watched them grow up. (him and roger coparented lol)

roger: he accidentally forgot shanks and buggy on an island…yes it happened more than once. (man ik rayleigh was on his ass..)

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine the Whitebeard pirates learning how petty you can be

You: *knocks on his door* hey pops

Whitebeard: *just sat down for the first time that evening* you have a talent for picking the least convenient moment possible to need me.

You: oh you don't need to get up, I just need you to listen and do something for me later.

Whitebeard: *squints at you suspiciously* alright?

You: Ace was bullying me earlier, so I need you to ask him what a furry is tomorrow.

Whitebeard: ... a furry?

You: ... Yes

Whitebeard: alright

The next day at breakfast

Whitebeard: Ace, what's a furry?

The crew: *immediately stops moving to gleefully watch Ace squirm*

Ace: *wants to curl up and die* why do you ask?

Whitebeard: I asked you first.

Vista: *leans over to Izou* where's (y/n)? They're gonna miss this.

Izou: they're hiding from Thatch in my room, they pointed out the doors on the kitchen cabinets are warping because he said their chowder was bland and lacked soul.

Vista: wasn't it their mum's recipe?

Izou: yup

Marco: wait, didn't Ace make fun of a picture (y/n) drew yesterday?

Izou and Vista: (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!

Izou: you don't think this, *points at Whitebeard and Ace* has anything to do with that?

Vista: I dunno, but I definitely know I'm gonna go outta my way to stay on their good side from now on.

Izou: A wise choice, I'm doing the same

Marco: I'm not

Izou: Why the hell not?

Marco: I'm not afraid of them.

You: *Grabs his ankle from under the table where you've been hiding the entire time*

Marco: *screams*

You: hehe, you would be wise to be nice to me. I already know what I'll do to you if you don't. It'll knock you outta yer gay little shoes.

Marco: my shoes aren't gay!

Vista: no they're pretty gay, thought you knew.

Izou: *nods his head* it's the tassels

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[alexa-fika]

Pops reacting to childreader 💳💳💳💳💳💳💳💳💳💸💸💸🪙💰

I have been cliff hung 1 to many times...

*this part opt but I have a feel either dragon or winged reader would be kinda scared at first.. cus he's built fucking different bro*

Wandering Dragon pt2 (Whitebeard Pirates x fem!reader)

A/N: Homie you got me dying with the comment uou left on the last post and the request made me cough out a lung 😂. What do y’all think bout this one? Cause I think I COOKED, it’s really wholesome

Part one With Whitebeard pirates and revolutionary army

Dividers by @/saradika

“And you know what? Even if you are only 8, I’m sure Pops isn’t going to turn you away. He’s gonna love you, Reader. You are just that darn adorable.”

She digs her head in his shoulder.

He snickers, feeling her face hearing up

“Aww. You’re so cute, you know that? What happened to the bold rascal?” he teases, gently stroking her head and hair.

The only response he receives is a gentle swat from her tail

Ace laughs even more.

“Aww, is that your way of saying you’re shy? “he says, pulling her closer.

“And a bit of a brat, aren’t you? Don’t think I missed that tail swat. But I can’t stay mad at such a cutie, now can I?” Thatch snickers, ruffling her hair

“Hmm... I need to bring you to Pops. You’re getting clingy already.”

She gasps and shoots up

“Am not!”

Ace laughs a bit.

“Are too!” he says, playfully poking her nose.

She pouts

Thatch grins at their interaction and gestures to Ace, who nods slightly; he approaches the girl slowly and suddenly digs his fingers in her.

She shrieks as he starts tickling her as she tries to wriggle out of Ace’s grasp

Thatch laughs loudly at seeing her struggling.

“Heh.. that’s adorable,”

She begins flapping her wings, getting out of his grasp, and flies up and out of the Storage room, giggling

“H-Hey, come back here.”

She laughs, looking back at them as they try to catch up to her, a similar emotion on their faces; as they chase her, she fails to notice where she is going, crashing right into someone.

“Ow, So…rry?” she begins, but her words die out as she sees who she crashed into, as right in front of her was a man the size of a mountain.

She wraps her wings around herself, coiling her tail around her body in a similar manner as she tries to hide from the man in front of her in fear.

The man is none other than Whitebeard himself, looking down at the young stowaway.

“Hm... who are you?” he asks, glancing at the men who run and stop behind her.

Ace laughs, pointing at her.

“We found her below deck. She says her name’s Reader. Looks like she was exploring before we happened upon her. Probably didn’t even know she was on our ship.”

She whimpers, wrapping her limbs tighter around herself until someone slowly steps closer and kneels down next to her; she takes a peek, spotting a man whose appearance reminded her of a pineapple

Marco smiles at the girl.

“Hey, kid. Don’t be scared. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he says softly in a soothing tone for her.

She stares at him but makes no movement to release her defensive stance

He approaches slowly before squatting in front of her.

“Look, I’m the first division commander of this ship. It’s fine. You’re in safe hands. And that guy you crashed into...”

He points at the big guy.

“That’s our captain. Edward Newgate, but most of us just call him Pops. He’s a real sweetheart. But he can be a bit of an intimidating when you first meet him.”

She sniffles, glancing at the man towering next to them and back to Marco, and then glances at Thatch and Ace behind her

Ace and Thatch smile, seeing her look at them.

“Don’t worry,” Ace says gently

“Pops, he’s not gonna hurt you either. No way.” Ace confirms

“Marco’s right. I know he may look intimidating, but he’s like a father to all of us; he would never hurt you,” Thatch says, backing his crewmates up

She glances back to Marco in front of her

He’s still smiling softly at her, not pushing her to come out of her defensive position.

“Do you want to come say hi to him?”

She nods, slowly unfurling herself

Marco gently grabs her hand, walking her right up to Whitebeard himself. He gently nudges her forward so she and the captain can meet each other.

She glances up at him, stretches her wing, and slowly flies up so that she is face-to-face with him

“..ny…mi…ter” she mumbles

He raises an eyebrow

“What was that?”

“You look funny, mister,” she mutters

Whitebeard laughs uproariously.

“Haha! Do I look funny? That is quite an interesting description, young lady. I mean, I suppose I look a bit weird but funny? You’re the only person to ever say that to me.” he snickers

“I like this one, bold one,” he says, glancing down at his sons

“And she’s pretty feisty, I can tell. Not too many kids can call Whitebeard funny,” Thatch adds in

“She’s one of a kind, that’s for sure,” Marco says, smiling at her

“She’s a clingy one, too,” Ace adds

This snaps her out of her shy, fear-filled state as she flies down and barrels into Ace

“Am not!”

Ace laughs, catching her.

“See, clingy!” he says teasingly.

“And a brat, can’t forget that,” Thatch scoffs.

Whitebeard laughs louder, amused by his crew’s responses

She hmph fluttering away from the pair and closer to the giant; she began buzzing around him

Whitebeard chuckles, amused by her playful behavior, as he begins playing with her, making her flutter around.

“Heh, you’re a real-spirited kid. Almost reminds me of a certain someone I know,” he says, looking over to Ace.

“Are you a dragon? You’re big like one.”

Whitebeard laughs at her question, amused by the comparison.

“No, I’m not a dragon. I’m a Human, just a very, very big one.”

“Do you know much about what a devil fruit is, kid?” he asks her

“Yeah! Mister Sabo told me about it! They give you these superb powers, right?”

Ace’s eyes widen

“Oi kid, come over here a sec.”

“Hmm?” They dive down towards the three men

“What?”

“Who did you say told you about a devil fruit?”

“Mister Sabo!”

Ace grins

“By any chance, did this Sabo tell you if he had a devil fruit?”

“Yeah! He said he had a Mera Mera fruit. I thought he was a dragon since he could make fire, but he said he wasn’t a dragon.” She pouts as she says this

“He just ate the Mera Mera and was a fireman! And it’s so funny, 'cause there was this grumpy guy called Dragon, and he wasn’t a dragon either! I was so sad,” she rambles on

Ace burst into laughter, igniting his hand on fire in a similar fashion Sabo had done back then

She looks at it and glances between the flame and Ace’s face a few times

“It’s you!”

Ace grins at her before extinguishing the flames on his hand

“It is me,” he says, confirming the little girl’s discovery

“Mister Sabo said you and him had the same mera mera fruit, which is never heard of!”

Ace nods

“Yup, that’s about right. Me and Sabo both ate a specific type of fruit known as the Mera Mera no Mi; I got really hurt a while ago, was gone for a minute there, which is why we think the mera mera appeared again, and he ate it, so now we both have it’s power” he said pointing to a big scar on his chest

“That’s so cool!” She squeals

“Ah! Are you okay? That looks like a pretty big scar!”

Ace chuckles

“I’m fine now; got seen by the best doctors to get a look at it; one of them is the guy behind you!”

She glances at Marco

“Mister Pineapple did?!”

Marco stills as her comment slight red tint growing on his face while Ace and Thatch start laughing uncontrollably; even Whitebeard lets out a snort at her exclamation

Marco sighs, shaking his head with a slight smile on his face

“Really are a little Rascal,” he mutters

“Yes, I helped patch him up a while back, used my devil fruit,” he said as his body ignited in flames

She gasps

“Did you also eat Mera Mera?”

Marco chuckles

“Not quite. I also ate a devil fruit, but unlike Sabo and Ace, I ate the Tori Tori no Mi.”

“Wah? There’s more than one type?”

“There are hundreds, if not thousands, of them. Each grants you a different power.”

“Superb! Mister Pops, what about you? What fruit did you eat?”

“Me? Well, I happen to have eaten the Gura Gura no Mi. It was a long time ago when I ate it, but it’s a very powerful one. It allows you to control earthquakes and vibrations.” Whitebeard explains with a smile on his face

“That's so cool,” they squeal

“It certainly is,” Whitebeard says, smiling.

“I can do all sorts of things with it, like this.”

He raises his hand, and a massive shockwave emanates from it, shaking the Moby Dick to its core. It even causes the little girl to fly backward into Ace’s arms.

The tiny child squeaks, her coordination being thrown off at the sudden movement

She takes a second to get her surroundings straight but marvels at Whitebeard’s display

“Haha, see what I meant? Pretty potent fruit, huh?” Whitebeard asks, seemingly pleased that the girl is so engaged by his abilities.

Ace takes this as a chance to play around with the little girl a bit, holding her and swinging her slightly as she lands in his arms.

“Ah, that reminds me, Reader, you hungry? I can prepare you something. Got you this in the meantime,” he says, throwing an apple her way

“Thank you! Here!” She says, coughing; the others look worried; their worried stares soon turn into something else as she coughs up some gold coins, offering them to Thatch

They just stare at it dumbfounded as she coughs up gold coins.

“What the hell?!” Thatch exclaims

“Watch your language around her,” Ace says, slapping the back of his head

“Why you…” he growls as they begin brawling

Reader flies above them, laughing at their interactions

“You have a wild family, Mister Pops”

Whitebeard sighs, chuckling at his son’s antics.

“Oh, you have no idea, girl,” he chuckles

Marco laughs quietly at the both of them,

“Settle down, boys,” he chides them, not moving to try and settle the argument between the two of them; as Reader continues laughing at the chaos unfolding, Whitebeard glances at her.

“Man… you’re gonna be a real handful for all of us, aren’t ya?” Whitebeard chuckles

I was intending this to be a real short one but then I couldn’t find a place to stop it without it being to sudden so I just kept going I found a place I could have cut it but then I was like nah, we need more.

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

[stillxnunpxidintern]

Whitebeard: Ace, you'll be working with Marco and Reader. Ace: Alright! My fantasy threesome! Whitebeard Crew: *blank stares* Ace: ...Of people on a team.

(Some crack in the form of incorrect quotes. Ace's brain to mouth filter stopped working momentarily)

[szqnxi]

Pls pls pls I'm begging y'all one piece writers out there. Plssssss write a fanfic about Whitebeard plssssssss. I rarely see a fanfic about my man 😓 it breaks my heart. My man deserves the world. Someone please make the fluffiest fluff fic about WB and I'll offer my whole soul to you.

[alicedash2]

A day with Whitebeard's Crew and a shy trying to socialize

- YN, why don't you join the others?- Newgate asked his daughter, who, until the day she got on board, couldn't get along

-I don't know...- YN said while watching the others fading out of sight.

- I try, but it's hard, when you asked me to join the crew, I couldn't even answer, you were the only one I talked to the most!- YN sat down and bent on her knees, burying her face between them

-...Would you like to go shopping with me? I may be sick, but I can still get out of here-Whitebeard stood up, he stretched and knelt down next to YN, even though the wires were still connected in his body, YN, who had a sweet smile until he refused

-better not, your health is something important - YN said finding her chin on her knees again

- you know, you can't isolate yourself forever, I'd like you to socialize - Whitebeard said getting up

- come on, get up, just because I'm old doesn't mean I should sit all day, is my health important? Well, my children's happiness is over, get up, we're going shopping!- Whitebeard took off the wires and got off the ship

- what if they get mad? I don't want Marco to fight with me or you!- YN said going down behind Whitebeard, who just stops and looks at the ground

-well, he won't fight, at most complain, and why will he fight with you? I'm the one who decided to leave- Whitebeard turns and faces YN, who just holds out his hand, YN takes Whitebeard's hand, who actually can only hold his pinky, and they take a walk through the city

-If I managed to almost fight the redhead inside the ship, it means I can walk!- Whitebeard said with loud laughter

°°•°•°

- it's Whitebeard! What he is doing? - people murmured

- Is that his daughter? Is she in danger?-Others asked as they saw YN beside Whitebeard, Izou, who was closer, finds Whitebeard and goes straight to the captain

-what he is doing ?! - Izou asked

- taking a walk with my daughter- Whitebeard chuckled, while Izou wondered the rational reason for leaving, Izou looks at YN, who just turns her face away in embarrassment

- I decided, we're just going to buy some things and go back to the ship- the man walked again, this time, he takes YN and puts it on his shoulder

- What are you doing?!- YN asked with fear

- I want you to have a good viewof the city, you just stare at the ground, maybe we'll walk all day, so you might not be able to stand it, the city is big-

- where would you like to go?- Whitebeard asked, YN balances on Whitebeard's shoulder

- I don't know... Shall we buy something and go back to the coast? There's a beach there- YN asked shyly

- Alright, let's go - Whitebeard said walking through the city

°••°•°•°•°•°°°°••°•°•

Whitebeard had a father-daughter day, just shopping and talking, they walked around town and found each one of the crew, some in bars, others having fun and even flirting with some women, near the end of the afternoon, Whitebeard and YN were already on the beach , but not alone, the crew decided it would be fun to get them all together, each had bought sake and other alcoholic beverages, YN quickly but with difficulty made friends with Thatch, who invited her to go with him to buy food, and later, Ace, who invited her to eat some good meat with him and Vista, Marco, was a little disappointed, he warned YN that Whitebeard was in bad health, but he didn't fight with YN

- I'm very surprised you managed to get Pops off the ship for just one ride, but next time, at least let me know and I'll come along, what if Pops felt sick? You wouldn't find me that easily-yoi- Marco continued with the gigantic responsible speech while YN apologized relentlessly

- please, Marco! It wasn't she who decided that- Izou arrived together with Haruta

- Do you want to go buy candys with Haruta? - Izou asked YN, who quickly nodded and walked away quickly while the youngest boy followed her

- I didn't finish-yoi! - Marco screamed

- but she interacted, sometimes I forgot she was on the ship - Jozu approached

- in a few days she'll be more talkative than Ace- Izou said sweetly

- I find it difficult, nobody surpasses Ace-yoi - Marco said

°•°°

The party lasted many hours, even at dawn they were still having fun, but soon they noticed that YN was not around, Marco asks Haruta where YN was, but he says that YN had gone to buy sweets with him, but, soon after she said she was going to a stationery store to buy materials, and that he should go back to the ship without her

- I wonder if she got lost?- Marco wondered, they start looking for YN, some in the city and others on the ship, all worried, some created paranoia that someone with bad intentions had taken YN, which increased the crew's anxiety , after a few hours of searching and asking directions to the few people who were still awake in the city, YN is seen walking along the beach with some bags

- Where did you go?! We were worried!- Ace said

- Warn the others that we found her!- Ace said

- Sorry, Ace, I didn't want to worry you!- YN spoke with his tired face, but slightly smiling

- it's just that many stores were closed, so I had to walk a lot to find it, and it ended up taking me the whole day, sorry! I didn't think it would take so long, I came as fast as I could- YN dropped the bags on the floor

- I am tired! I can't walk anymore!- YN crouched on the sand, panting

Ace picks her up and puts her on his back, while picking up the goods and taking her to the ship.

-Is she okay?-Izou asked while others approached

-ah, yes, she's just tired, she walked almost the entire island and it took the whole day!-Ace spoke while putting YN in the chair

- sorry guys- YN said softly

-it's okay, we didn't know it would go this far, here, food- Thatch gave a plate of food to YN who ate it quickly out of hunger

- you walked for 7 hours! Seriously, what's your problem?- Marco said

- and what did I say about responsibility-yoi?- Marco sat beside YN,

- thanks for the food, Thatch, I'm going to take a shower- YN said leaving quickly

- you won't run away-yoi- Marco held her by the shoulders

So, YN spent a good 1 hour listening to Marco's sermon, who besides worrying about YN, did it for her sake, saying that it is very dangerous to go out alone on a deserted street in the middle of the night, Ace tried to defend YN, but he ended up listening Marco's sermons too

[hannahbarberra162]

Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart - Chapter 5

Now on Ao3

Chapter 4 Chapter 6

Chapter 5 - New Beginnings With Newgate

18+, MDNI.

I realized “Moby Jr” is not canonically in OP. It's from “Oh, Sweet Child of Mine” by mamamittens on Ao3. That story got me down the OP yandere rabbit hole in general. I’m not caught up with current OP yet so sometimes I get things wrong. Please feel free to correct me.

Also, there will be more smut eventually. Just not quite yet. We’re sailing in the right direction. 

You walked down the road robotically, not thinking about where you were walking. You had said your teary eyed goodbye to the Brothers - you really would miss them. Walking, you were flanked by the four men, who were slowing down to match your shorter stride. Ace was holding your things at his insistence. You didn’t feel like talking and they weren’t asking you anything. You were already tired and wanted to nap - you didn’t have much stamina. You’d run through a gamut of emotions and fixed all those tables. Normally the fixing alone would have you snoozing. But you had a feeling there wouldn’t be a chance to sleep for a while to come. After all, it was only early afternoon. 

“Cariña, would you like me to carry you? You look like you could use a rest,” offered Thatch. You blushed a little. Carry you? Like a baby? Were you that pathetic? You still had enough pride to walk even if the offer was a little tempting. 

“Ah, no? Thank you though? We’re almost at the wharf,” you said, pointing down the road. And indeed you were - you saw the Moby Jr. gently bobbing on the water. Once the cobblestones of the street ended and the boardwalk to the docks began, your hands started to shake. It was just a lot. You couldn’t even separate all your feelings of sorrow, loss, nervousness and trepidation from one another. 

Vista, Thatch, and Ace all continued walking while Marco stopped you for a moment. He put his hand on your shoulder and turned you towards him. You looked up at him, feeling unsure and weak. He chucked your chin with one large index finger. “Chin up, it will be OK yoi. You’ll be among friends. Oyaji is intense but he means well.” You nodded silently. You weren’t sure about friends but it did make you feel better that you already were acquainted with a few crew members.

Marco moved his hand to your shoulder and you saw some blue flames leave his arm for yours. You screeched in surprise - was the fire going to burn you? Marco looked down and only smiled, keeping his arm where it was. “Don’t worry, those are just small healing flames from the Phoenix. I forget to control them some of the time.” He tilted his head and asked “are you injured somewhere? They don’t appear indiscriminately. I’ll check you out when we get back to the main ship.”

“O-oh, that won’t be necessary, I’m completely fine,” you said nervously shifting your shoulders under his arm. Marco hummed but didn’t say anything else.

Everything blurred together as you set sail on the Moby Jr. Since the visit to your island was for supplies and partying, you weren’t far from the Moby Dick itself. You felt your eyelids drooping - the afternoon sun was so warm and the sea air so pleasant. You had forgotten that being aboard a ship could be relaxing. You knew you were at your limit and needed to rest. You had a hard time sleeping in front of other people - let alone people you didn’t know that well. And the boat was rather small - it would be hard to find a spot where you felt secure enough and out of the way enough to actually sleep. You poked around a little bit and decided to rest between two of the supply crates they were bringing back. Just a quick little refresher and you’d be all set…

You didn’t know how much time had passed before you heard footsteps stop in front of you. You immediately woke up with a start, in full fight or flight mode. You had always been a light sleeper but now were attuned to any noise approaching you when you were sleeping. Marco was crouched in front of you, giving you a relaxed smile. 

“We’re here yoi. Let’s not keep everyone waiting,” he said while ruffling your hair. You took a deep breath and got up, stretching your legs.

You two were the last ones on the boat and you followed Marco to the deck. The Moby Dick was…immense. You had never seen anything like it. It made the Marine ship you had been on look like a skiff. Marco was waiting next to a rope and wood slatted ladder, motioning for you to climb first. You went up to the ladder, frowned slightly, and made the hand gesture for Fix Fix. Only then did you start to climb the ladder.

“I didn’t think the ladder was broken yoi,” Marco said conversationally while you two were climbing.

“It wasn’t yet. But the rope was deteriorating between the second and third rungs of the ladder. It’s been in use for a while and was getting worn down.”

“But if it wasn’t broken, how did you fix it?”

“Oh, um. I can sense when things need fixing, even if they haven’t completely broken yet. I prefer to fix things before they actually break if I can. Like, I can tell that the screw in the left arm of your glasses is stripped and may fall out soon. It’s an awareness I can tune into. It's really not that interesting. And, um, I can also fix your glasses when we get to the top. If you want.”

Marco laughed and said “Thank you. Such a sweet offer.” Suddenly, he let go of the ladder completely and fell as if in a dive. But before you could blink, he was rising above you in his Pheonix form. You could do nothing but stare. It was absolutely breathtaking. He was the most amazing creature you’d ever seen - or would see -in your life. The rippling blue feathery flames, his golden accents, the elegant way his body soared through the air…He was utterly and completely magnificent. You wanted to watch him fly for hours and you knew you’d still want to see more. He stretched his mighty talons as he flew by. You saw their razor sharp edges and cringed at the thought of being at the wrong end of those weapons.

He landed at the top of the ship, partially transformed himself, and offered you a hand to come over the side of the ship. You were still watching his resplendent form and took his hand. He then changed back completely into a man and said simply “Welcome home.”

You wanted to talk to him about his Phoenix form, but it was hard to focus on any one thing when you were finally aboard the Moby Dick. People were milling about, working, people were calling and waving to Marco, Thatch was already drinking and laughing with Ace…there were so many people moving around, so many things to look at, and your devil fruit was calling for you to fix a million different things. And everything was so…large. You felt like you were a kid again, sitting at a chair that was too big for you and swinging your feet. You didn’t have much time to ponder, because Marco once again put his arm over your shoulders really, a simple tap on the shoulder would do and said “c’mon. Oyaji wants to meet you.”

Marco POV

When you looked up at him at the wharf with your big sad eyes, he almost scooped you into his arms up right there. You needed someone looking after you, and he was ready for a new project. You were like a little wounded bird he could nurse back to health. And just like a wounded bird, once he earned your trust and healed you, you’d be thankful and loyal to him. 

When he saw you tucked away, sleeping on the boat? Oh, the things he’d wanted to do to you. You looked so innocent and serene - and calm for once. He loved seeing you at peace, but it brought other thoughts to mind. How would you react to waking up with his head between your luscious thighs, holding them apart, licking and nibbling as a good morning surprise? Would you mewl quietly like a little kitten or would you be loudly moaning his name as you came on his tongue? Would you taste as delicious as you smelled? He knew he’d find out eventually. 

He loved how awe struck you looked when you first saw his Pheonix form. Like he was a God come to life. He didn’t feel bad about pulling out all the stops, he knew the kind of impression his Phoenix gave. He wanted you to see how powerful he was and yes, maybe to intimidate you a little bit. A healthy dose of fear might help you remember that might makes right on the seas, and you needed someone like him.

He knew he and the others were touching you a lot and that you didn’t like it. It did break his heart a little to see you flinch every time anyone came near you. But touching you was the first step of making you comfortable with their attention. And he needed you to be very comfortable for the kind of attention he was going to give you.

Y/N POV

Obviously, this was Whitebeard’s ship. You knew that. It wasn’t a surprise. But you just didn’t think through the idea that you would have to actually meet Whitebeard himself. Marco calmly walked you towards the rear of the deck. You were nervous, naturally. You were meeting a Yonko and requesting to be let on his ship, who wouldn’t be? You saw a dais surrounded by nurses wearing pink uniforms…and thigh high leopard boots. They were fussing over the largest man you had ever seen, who was sitting nonchalantly on a regal looking armchair. He was powerful even at rest. You wanted to stop moving closer but Marco still had an arm over your shoulders, so you were propelled along with him.

“Marco, welcome back my son,” boomed Whitebeard. “I hear we have a new child coming on board.” Whitebeard turned his attention to you - it felt like being in the center of a hundred flame dials. You started fidgeting, and Marco patted your shoulder with the hand that was already there. You briefly turned your head to the side and saw that other people had started watching the conversation from the sidelines - making you feel like you were being watched in an arena. It seemed news traveled fast on the ship.

“Thank you Oyaji. We found someone in need of assistance working with Vista’s brothers. She just got her first bounty.”

“GRARARARARA, what did you do, child? Congratulations” laughed Whitebeard.

Still fidgeting - pinching your fingers, you answered “I, um, didn’t do anything. They said I was part of a pirate crew but I’m not. I think they just want me back. I didn’t do anything, um, bad.”

“Well, there’s always time to change that,” Whitebeard remarked with a smile. Even though he was large enough to squish you like a bug, he gave you a warm feeling. You felt comfortable speaking to him, even in front of the growing crowd.

“What’s your name, child?”

“Y/N”

Marco added “she’s also a devil fruit user. She has the Fix Fix fruit. Maybe could help us out if we ask her nicely.”

“Is that so, child?” Whitebeard said to you with an indulgent smile.

“Ah, yes,” you said, gaining a little bit of confidence. “I can fix almost anything. I’ve worked on ships before so I’m familiar with the kind of repairs they usually need. But I’ve never been on a ship like this,” you said gesturing in a motion indicating the ship as a whole. 

“GRARARARARARA no one has, child. Welcome aboard.” He tossed his head towards the nurses. “Tate can show you where the women’s quarters are. Settle in, and we’ll celebrate gaining another sibling.”

The crew raised their voices in a raucous cheer, which startled you. You had been focusing so much attention on your interaction with Whitebeard you had almost forgotten they were there.

You were astonished at Whitebeard's words - new sibling? You didn’t know that you were going to stay here on board! Did that mean you were in the crew? Or just that you were allowed to stay? Your head was spinning and you didn’t know what to say, so you said the first thing that popped into your mind.

“Um, thank you Captain Whitebeard. Would you like me to fix your chair?” 

You heard Whitebeard laugh again as Marco took his arm off your shoulders and sauntered over to Whitebeard. They started talking in low tones, with Whitebeard laughing intermittently. Tate stepped down off the dais and approached you with a broad smile.

“It’s nice to have another woman on board, Y/N! I'm Tate, the chief nurse on board. Come along with me, I’ll show you where to put your belongings. And as long as we’re going that way, we might as well give you your introductory physical.”

“Physical? Like, a doctor’s visit?”

“Oh yes. Everyone gets one when they first join. It’s standard practice. And you’ve already met the doctor, Marco.”

You gulped - this was not something you had anticipated.

[thewildomega]

Finder’s Keepers Ch.10

"mmm." Feeling your brow twitch you only woke slightly before sleep quickly started to take back over. Attempting to wiggle back more into Edward's chest you felt as his arm subconsciously tightened around your middle, tugging you as close as you were physically able to get to one another. Drifting back off to sleep you were awoken once more, this time fully by the sound of your name being yelled from the deck. Judging by the way your alpha's body tensed behind you, you guessed he had also heard it as well. 

"Damnit girl get your ass up here!" 

Growling he sat up from bed, untangling his nude body from his omega. "Just what the fuck does that asshole want this late at night?" Standing up he lit the candle before he grabbed his discarded pants and the shirt she had been wearing earlier before they had been tossed to the floor in a rush to feel one another's bare skin. Handing his omega his shirt she had taken ownership over he saw her sit up with a wince and give a yawn as she pulled it over her head none too elegantly. 

"Y/N!!"

Growling as you rolled out of bed you glared to the door. "I'M COMING!" Nearly falling as your legs and hips ached like they did after every intense mating with your monster sized alpha you felt a large, warm hand catch you and hold you up until you got your footing. "When did he even get back?" you questioned. Rocks had been gone for two days now, leaving for the island as soon as the ship was close enough for him to row one of the tender boats to shore and giving the command for no one else to leave the ship. 

"Come on darlin' let's go see what's got him all bent out of shape then I'll bring you back down so you can sleep some more." Pressing a kiss to her claiming mark he heard her sigh before she nodded her head and took his hand. 

Led up the stairs by your alpha you glanced around his large frame as you neared the deck. Seeing most of the crew there you furrowed your eyes. Something wasn't right. Hearing thunder in the distance and the flapping of the sails in the strong wind you swallowed hard as you took the last step up and moved to stand beside Ed. Looking across the deck you saw Rocks standing there with something in his arms and an angry look on his face. 

"Rocks, just what the hell do yo..." 

"This ain't got nothin' ta do with you Newgate." Rocks spoke in a deep voice. Looking to the omega standing beside the male he raised his chin. "This is family business. Come here pup." 

Shocked by the name he had just called you, you could only blink and while you would have normally retorted with some snappy remark the serious look on his face and the take no shit tone of his words made your feet move for you. The feel of Ed's warm hand leaving yours made goosebumps cover your arms and the closer you stepped towards the red eyed demon you were forced to call father you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stick up. Glancing to the bundle in his one arm you tried to figure out what it was but failed. Coming to stand just before him you finally looked up to met his eyes. 

"Got a job for ya. Something ta keep ya busy and finally earn yer stay on my ship." 

"And that would be?" you asked, narrowing your eyes up at him questionably. Seeing his lip twitch before he was moving you braced yourself for a slap or some other repercussion but instead he only moved to hand you the bundle in his arms. Stiffening you snapped your eyes down as the bundle of blankets were placed in your arms and what you saw peeking out of you from the sea of fabric made your heart hammer in your chest. It was a face. A small sleeping face. "A..a baby?"

"You stole someone's pup?" Edward growled as he moved closer to his female who was now holding the child in her arms.

Ignoring the alpha male he looked down to his daughter. "Your brother." 

Brother? You had a brother?

"He's your responsibility. You'll take care of him. As an omega it should come natural to you." Rocks huffed. 

You didn't say a word, still amazed by the tiny human in your arms, your little brother. Your family. 

"You can not be serious! Have you lost your damn mind?! She isn't some babysitter for you to dump one of your mistakes on! You made the brat you take care of him!" Ed yelled at the other alpha.

"I make the rules on this ship Newgate, or have you forgotten that?!"

Hearing your alpha and father yelling at each other you tensed as the baby's face started to scrunch up and then he began to cry. Shaking you moved your one hand up to gently touch the pup's cheek, your fingers shaking. "n..no, no don't cry. It's alright." As the two alpha's yelling only got worse and the thunder grew closer the baby only started to cry louder, his little lips trembling. "Please don't cry baby. Don't cry." Feeling your heart hammering in your chest and your whole body beginning to tremble as you started to panic you heard Kaido huff. 

"Good thing she didn't end up pregnant when you knotted her Newgate, bitch would have made a horrible mother, she can't even get a pup to stop crying." 

"You fucking worm I'll rip your..."

"Omega that can't serve her purpose ain't worth anyone's time." 

"Bet you wish you would have just left the whore in her cage now don't you Newgate? Of course you could always dump her off on some island..."

Feeling tears fall from your eyes as the yelling, crying and hurtful words became too much you tightened your arms around the bundle and quickly made your way down the stairs to the only safe place you had on this hell ship. Getting inside you laid the blankets on the bed and looked to the small screaming face inside of them. Backing away to the wall you felt it getting harder to breath and closed your eyes. The cries seemed to get louder and louder until all you could do was cover your ears with your hands and turned away as you too cried. They were right, you didn't know what to do. You didn't know anything about being a mother or even a caregiver to a child. What if he realized you were in fact a mistake? What if he agreed with what they were saying? What if he got rid of you? Feeling a sharp pain in your chest you curled in on yourself and sunk to the floor. 

Gasping for air as it became harder to take breaths you opened your eyes to stare at the floor, keeping your hands over your ears. Able to see the smallest movement of the babe you felt more tears fall from your eyes. Turning your face towards the wall you opened your eyes the slightest amount and saw a bit of the charcoal drawing there. Slowly lifting your head some so you could look over the drawing of your home island you blinked as thoughts of your Grandmother and the mother you never truly got to know filled your head. Your family. Slowly moving your eyes back to the thrashing bundle on the bed you sniffled. Your family. Removing your hands from your ears and slowly making your way over to the bed you wiped your eyes before climbing up onto the bed and turning him towards you once you got situated on your side of the bed. His face was red from crying. There was a small dusting of hair on his head that made your lip twitch. "Looks like we both ended up with his hair. Sorry about that." you spoke in a still shaky voice. Gently unwrapping the blanket from him until you were able to see his little feet and hands thrashing about you licked your lips and gently pushed your hands under him to lift him up. 

At first he continued screaming his little head off so you did the only thing you could think of, you hummed and rocked back and forth. It took a while but soon he began to calm down. Watching as he let out a long yawn, his little eyes looking into yours before they slowly slipped close. Grinning the smallest amount you felt everything catching up with you making you feel exhausted yourself. Taking a deep breath you held him to you with one arm while you tried to move things on the bed around. Once you had stuffed the blanket he had been wrapped in between the wall and bed to make sure he wouldn't fall down there you slowly and gently moved to lay the both of you down, stilling every time he would make a noise or flinch. Keeping him held against your chest you pulled the blanket over the both of you. Staring down at the babe, your little bother, you licked your lips. "It's going to be okay, I'll take care of you." you told him. You didn't know if he has any other family, if his mother had died like yours. Considering Rocks had went and gotten him you assumed not. Well he would still have you and you would have him. Taking a breath you blinked slowly, staring at his little face and listening to his little sniffles until you could hold your eyes open no longer. 

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He was seething as he made his way down the stairs to his cabin door. Opening it he glanced over to the bed to see his omega sleeping. Stepping closer to the bed he glanced over her to see the tiny pup fast asleep as well, cuddled up to her chest with his hand wrapped around a lock of her hair that matched the small amount on his own head. Gritting his teeth and feeling his lip twitch he gave a grunt when he noticed their blanket wrapped around them. Hearing his lass let out a soft sigh as she cuddled the babe to her gently he let out a long sigh of his own and moved to lay down on the edge of the bed, slowing his movements when he heard the babe let out a tiny whimper. Once he was laying down he reached up to snuff the candle making the room go dark. He'd get at least an hour or so sleep before waking up to work the deck. 

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"What's wrong with him?" you asked as the baby cried, looking up to your alpha who was busy putting on his boots while you sat on the bed trying to sooth the screaming child. 

"If I had to guess I'd say he's most likely hungry." he huffed out. 

Licking your lips you gave a small bounce of your arms, glancing down to your little brother and then up to your mate who hadn't even looked at you since you both were woken to the pup's crying. "B..but what do I feed him?"

Freezing for a moment he knit his brows. "You don't even know what babies eat?"

Furrowing your brows at the tone of his voice you kept your eyes down "I...I don't kn..."

"Milk, Y/n. Babies drink milk." he huffed out before standing and walking to the door. 

Opening your mouth to tell him you knew that babies drank milk from their mothers you didn't get the chance as he just simply walked out, shutting the door behind him. Feeling a clenching in your chest you slowly dropped your eyes back down and blinked away the tears that tried to fall from your eyes. Taking a deep breath you watched as your baby brother began sucking on his fist and bit your lip. "It's okay I'll find you something to eat." Laying him on the bed so you could get dressed you wrapped him in the smaller blanket that was his before lifting him up and walking towards the door. Finding it unlocked you made your way up to the kitchen, already hearing yelling from the deck, once of the voices sounding like Ed. Peeking inside to make sure no one was in there you moved inside and over to the large fridge. Scanning the shelves for a moment you grabbed the one of the glass jugs with what you assumed was milk, confirming it when you smelled it yourself. Shutting the fridge you stood there in thought for a moment, wondering how exactly you were to go about this when a voice spoke from the doorway. 

"He won't be able to drink that as is you know." 

Turning around you saw Lin Lin leaning against the doorway with one hand on her hip. "What do you mean?"

The alpha female smirked before pushing off the door and moving towards the omega, taking the glass jug from her and moving towards the stove, grabbing a pot on the way. "When they are little like that they can't drink cold milk, really they aren't supposed to drink cow's milk either but considering he isn't yours and you aren't making any milk yourself, nor any other female on this ship cow's milk is the best that little tike is going to get. So come over here and I'll show you what to do, watch closely because I'm only helping you out this once." 

Quickly walking over to the stove you grew to your larger size so you could watch her more closely. Seeing her add the milk into a pot before grabbing the sugar and adding just a small amount to it as she told you it was to get him to take it better you nodded. From there she just simply stirred it with the wooden spoon as it heated. Seeing her dip her finger into it and hum you again furrowed your brows. 

"Let me see your hand." 

Adjusting the baby so you coudl hold your hand out you stiffened as she reached out and turned your palm up before lifting the spoon and dripping some of the milk onto your wrist. 

"Not too hot, not too cold. If you can barely feel a temperature difference then it's prefect." Lin soke and saw the omega nod. "Now I only have one of these left so you'll have to keep it clean." 

Seeing her pull out a bottle of sorts with some sort of rubber thing on top you knit your brows. 

"Not a real nipple but he'll get used to it. Took my son a couple of tries before he finally took it." Lin assured her as she poured the milk into the glass bottle and popped the nipple on top. 

This perked your interest. "Your son? I didn't know you were a mother." 

"Wouldn't be able to tell this body had given birth now would ya but believe it or not I have five children." 

"Five?" you gasped. 

"MAMAMA yep, four boys and one girl." she smiled proudly as she moved the bottle to the baby's lips. 

Seeing your baby brother instantly open his mouth for he food and start drinking, only making a face twice you smiled and felt a bit of relief before you took the bottle from Lin's hand to hold yourself. "Thank you." Moving to sit at the small table you watched as she made herself something to eat. "What are their names?" you asked, wanting something to talk about.

"Perospero is my oldest, then my daughter, Compote, then there is my triplets Katakuri, Daifuku and Oven." Lin smiled as she cooked. 

Odd names but you said nothing. "Where are they?" you asked, never having seen or heard and children on the ship. 

"OH I left them on an island with a friend of mine. I go see them when I can." 

Humming you looked down to the baby in your arms, watching him drink happily. Hearing a small clink you glanced up to see Lin sitting down at the table with a plate of food that made your mouth water. Feeling your stomach give a small growl you glanced down again to the baby and sighed, you guess you would have to wait. 

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Life with a baby was hard, very hard. There was always something he needed, always something to do. He was hungry, he needed to be changed, he was fussy, he was tired. Never in your life did you think you would have to hold a crying baby while you went pee. Of course it didn't help that every time you tried to get him to sleep there was some loud noise that woke him up. And you knew it wasn't his fault, you knew he wasn't accustomed to life on a chaotic pirate ship but you just wanted five minutes to yourself. By the end of the day you were exhausted and hungry and desperately wanted a shower since he had spit up on you twice. Sitting on the bed you waited and waited for Ed to come down to the room, waited for him to bring you something to eat for the first time today but as the sky darkened your eyes started to droop more and more. As the baby finally fell asleep nestled against your chest you moved to lay him down and the thought of laying on the bed yourself and shutting your eyes for just five minutes sounded too sweet so you decided to just rest, to just close your eyes but not sleep until Ed got here. 'Just a small rest.' Laying down beside the little one you closed your eyes. 

Waking up to a cry you snapped your eyes open and noticed the room was dark. Glancing down you saw from the light of the moon, the small baby beside you was crying. Hearing a groan and then the bed shake you peeked over your shoulder at the large male that was rolling over to face away from you. Ed? When had he gotten back? He hadn't woken you or pulled you on top of his chest to sleep like he normally did. Sitting up you looked to the bedside table to see he hadn't even brought you anything to eat. Frowning you lifted the babe into your arms and tried to rock him back asleep but he wasn't having it. Checking his diaper you felt the cloth liner inside wet and sighed. Looking towards the door and then your alpha you licked your lips. "Ed..." 

"Sleep, I just want some damn sleep."

Curling up some as he growled into the pillow you dropped your eyes down before climbing off the end of the bed and scooping your little brother up into your arms. Walking towards the door you glanced back towards your mate to see him laying on his side of the bed with his pillow wrapped around his head to cover his ears as the pup screamed. Opening the door you shut it back behind you before making your way to the kitchen to start another pot of milk while you changed the baby in your arms. 

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It had been a while since you had been this hungry and never in your life could you recall being this tired. Even after you had fed and changed the small babe he had not settled down and so you had chosen not to return to you and Ed's shared room, not wanting to wake him again. Instead you took your little brother up to the deck. That seemed to calm him some and you noticed him looking up towards the stars but he would only stay calm if you continued walking around the deck while gently bouncing him. Awake for the shift change for watch duty you bit your tongue and swallowed down the lump that grew in your throat as the two crew members commented on your incapability to care for a pup. While you tried to shake their words from you head you couldn't help but think that they were right and even worse that Edward had also noticed your lack of 'common omega purposefulness'. Was that why he was avoiding you? Was that why he seemed to be distancing himself from you? What if he had noticed and what if now he had changed his mind about you? He had told you he wanted a family, that he wanted pups. If you weren't even capable of caring for one baby then how coudl he expect you to make a good mother to his own children. Feeling a clenching in your heart you took a deep breath and raised your eyes to watch the rising sun on the water. 

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"Y/n." Kureha spoke when the female did not respond to her question.

Standing by the small cot as Kureha looked over the little boy you felt your eyes droop, desperate to close but you were quick to blink them open and give a small shake to wake yourself up. He was still whimpering and fusing and no matter what you did nothing seemed to work. Not knowing what else to do you had taken him to the doctor, hoping she coudl tell you something to do to help him. Recalling that she had spoken your name when you saw her looking to you, you licked your dry lips and met her eyes. "I'm sorry, what was it you said?"

"I asked you what you had been feeding him?" Taking the time to look over the small female she narrowed her eyes. "Y/n you look unwell, are yo..."

"Milk... cow's milk. Lin showed me how to heat it on the stove with a spoonful of sugar." you told her, quickly cutting her off from questioning you and dropping your eyes back down so she would hopefully not notice how drained you were. 

"Hmm, well that is the problem right there. No doubt he was used to drinking milk from his mother or so we will assume. While it is fine for infants to drink animal milk after one year of age it is not recommended until they are at least a year old. There is too much protein difference between human milk and animal for their stomachs to break down. no doubt he has been experiencing cramps, diarrhea and gas because of it. Which is the most likely reason why won't or rather can not sleep. Well that and the added sugar."

It took a few seconds longer for you to process all that she had said but once you had you gave a nod as you stared down at the babe that currently held you finger in his fist. "So what can I feed him?"

"Well since there is no female on this ship that is currently lactating he will have to drink formula."

"Formula?"

"Yes, it's a substitute for infants that they are able to digest. I will pick some up now, I was just heading into the town before you came in." Kureha spoke and again saw the omega nod. Noticing the small shaking of her hands she hummed. "Does Newgate know you haven't been sleeping, when was the last time you ate?"

Stiffening you snapped your eyes up to your mentor and shook your head. "I'm fine. I'm just... I'm trying to learn, I'm..."

"You're exhausted Y/n. Not to mention you haven't been in to practice your medical training in days. Have you even finished that book yet?"

"I'll be okay. Once I can give him some of that formula stuff he won't hurt anymore, he'll sleep and.. and then I can sle... work on finishing the book." you assured her but from the looks of it she didn't buy it. "Please. Please don't say anything to him." you begged her, finally looking into her grey eyes. You didn't want to bother your alpha anymore than you already were. It had been a total of five days since you had been put in charge of caring for your little brother and in those five days your alpha had barely looked at you and they only time he ever really spoke to you was when he was complaining about the baby's screaming. After arriving at the Island yesterday he had quickly told you that he was heading out and that he'd be staying on the island until Rocks wanted to leave, saying he'd be able to get a full night's sleep without having to listen to 'that little brat's' screaming. He had even huffed out that when he got back that you'd have to figure out where else to keep him at night because he was done sharing his bed with him. Speaking of.... "Kureha um... is there... is there anyway we could sleep in here?"

"Who?"

"Me and... and him." you said, nodding down to the now crying pup. 

"Y/n this isn't some nursery, it's a Sick Bay, used for medical purpose only." she told her as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

"I...I know I just..." you spoke now dropping your eyes back down as you scooped up your crying brother. 

"No Y/n. I'm sorry but no."

"Okay. I.. I'm sorry." you spoke quietly, feeling guilty for even asking now. 

Sighing the doctor looked to the omega. "I will go and get his formula it shouldn't take me long." Seeing her nod she moved to the door but stopped when the girl spoke once more.

"You won't say anything to him will you? Please promise me you won't." you begged her, looking up into her eyes.

Taking notice of the dark circles incasing the omega's bloodshot eyes along with her slightly thinner face and dry lips she huffed to herself. "I won't say anything to him." 

Closing your heavy eyelids you let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you." Hearing the Doctor's huff and practically feeling her roll her eyes you heard as she told you she would return soon before the sound of the door opening and closing hit your ears. Taking a deep breath you forced your eyes open enough to look down at the two little watery eyes looking up at you. "It's okay, you'll have something good to eat soon." you assured him. 

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True to her word it only took Kureha a little over an hour to get back to you with the formula and you were even more surprised to see Shakky return with her. "Your back." you spoke to your friend with as big of a smile as you could muster. She had been gone for nearly three weeks now, telling you she had some personal business to attend to. 

"That I am. It seems I missed quite a lot since I was gone." Shakky said as she walked towards the exhausted looking omega with the small baby in her arms. She had only been gone for a short time but still she could see that her friend had in fact lost weight and looked completely drained. Moving to stand beside the woman she glanced down to the sniffling baby in her arms and saw that like his older sister he had a head of hair to match their father's. "Well hello there little one." she spoke with a small smile, moving her hand to stroke the baby's cheek which he instantly tried to turn to suckle. "He's hungry." 

"Well let's fix that. Come on Y/n I'll show you what to do." Kureha spoke, walking to the Sick bay with the box in her arms. 

Seeing the omega nod and turn to follow the doctor she narrowed her eyes at the pure exhaustion in her form. Sharing a glance with the other female she saw Kureha raise her brows. "Y/n I'll catch up with you tomorrow alright, I have something I have to take care of."

"You're leaving? But you just got back." you spoke turning to look at the woman you had come to call friend, your first friend. While yes you were exhausted you would have liked her company while you stayed awake another night.

"I promise I will be here tomorrow and I will not be leaving again for a while. I just have this one thing to take care of and it is important I see to it now. So you go ahead and get him fed and then try and lay him down." Shakky spoke and bit down on her cigarette when she saw the woman try to cover a yawn. 

"O...okay but he isn't much of a sleeper." you told her after covering a yawn that made your body feel even more heavy if it were possible. 

"Well we will just have to work on getting him on a schedule." she assured her, rubbing her arm and grinning reassuringly. "Go on now." Watching the omega walk into the Bay she narrowed her eyes and took a long drag from her cigarette before turning on heel and leaving to go find a certain large male. 

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You were so relieved when your little brother finally took the formula that you nearly cried. He always fought the cows milk but within a few seconds he latched right onto the bottle and started sucking down the new milk substitute. As soon as he was done you had changed him into a new diaper and carried him down to the room to sleep. Once in the room however you froze. Starring at the bed you furrowed your brows and bit your lip. What if he came back? He had said he wouldn't share his bed anymore but you didn't have anywhere else to go. You suppose you could go to the hull but the thought of trying to sleep in a room with the rest of the sketchy crew made you curl up in fear. You couldn't imagine what they would do if they were woken by the baby's crying not to mention what some of them would try to do to you if they got the chance. Licking your lips you glanced around the room until your eyes landed on the corner of the room by the foot of the bed. Blinking and then taking a deep breath you moved to place him down on the bed so you could work something out. 

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Making his way up the gang plank and onto the ship he saw no one on deck but Kureha who merely looked to him and huffed before looking back out at sea and drinking from her bottle of sake. Taking a deep breath he made his way down the stairs, the still stinging handprint on his face pulsing with every step he took. Never before had he seen the fire in Shakky's eyes burn so brightly than when she starred into his own, asking him in an eerily collected fury what the hell he thought he was doing as he sat at one of the empty bars drinking his sake. 

"Have you happened to actually look at your omega recently or have you been too busy pouting and focused on your own discomfort with the new addition to the ship to notice the effect it has taken on the woman you claim to love?"

Whipping the blood from his lip he looked down at the beta female with a shocked look that quickly turned into confusion. "What the hell ya talking about Shakky?"

"Tell me Edward when was the last time you saw her sleep properly that wasn't just her nodding off? When was the last time you made sure she ate or bathed? Have you even asked her how she was taking her new role as a infant caregiver, if she needed any help or did you just assume she would instantly know what to do simply because she was an omega." Shakky questioned as she stood tall, her one arm crossed under her breast while the other held her cigarette as she stared down the twenty two foot alpha male. 

"I...she..." he started but was quickly cut off. 

"Was it not you that told me that she was not some prize mare, that she was still a person?"

"She's not.... I... I mean she is... she is a person." 

"Then why is it you thought that she, a person that has been kept in a cage for nearly her whole life would know anything about caring for a baby, omega or not?" When the male said nothing she blew out a string of smoke. "I've been told that the crew has been saying things about her, to her, about her difficulties adjusting to the role of a mother. Awful things, things that no doubt forced their way into her mind even if she tried to ignore them. Did you assure her that they were not true or did you stay back and let her take every slice herself? And do not tell me you didn't know Edward because I know you can feel her pain." Seeing the male reduced to silence she took another drag from the cigarette before raising her chin and looking him dead in the eye. "For someone who wants a family one day you are doing a piss poor job of showing the woman who will give you those pups that you will in fact make a good father."

Those, those had been the words that had rendered him speechless, made his stomach knot and twist. She had knew it too because she had said nothing else as she turned around and walked over to the other side of the bar to order a drink, her eyes never moving to look at him again. Without another word he had pushed himself up from the floor that her stunning slap had sent him to and started his way back to the ship. 

Getting to his room door he heard nothing from inside and gently eased the door open. Seeing it dark inside he quietly moved over to light the candle. Looking to the bed he froze when he saw no one there and he furrowed his brows before he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. Looking over he saw a sight that made the blade of guilt cut him open. There in the corner of the room by the foot of the bed was his omega. She was fast asleep, laying on the bare wooden floor while the tiny pup laid in the middle of her pillow that she had no doubt set out for him. The pup was tucked tightly away in the blanket Rocks had him wrapped in when he handed him off to his sister. Y/n herself however had no blankets whatsoever as she had her knees pulled up as much as possible and one hand over her baby brother to ensure he was safe beside her. 'You, Edward Newgate are a complete piece of shit.' he told himself. Rubbing his face he moved over to gently lift his mate up from the floor but she quickly snapped awake, her eyes hanging low over her eyes.

"Wha...what's wrong? Is..is he awake? I...I'm sorry I didn't hear him I..." 

"Shhhh. He's fine darlin', he's sleepin'." he assured her as he moved her onto the bed. 

"hhh..he can't sleep down there by himself." you said as you shook your head that felt fuzzy and heavy. "I'll sleep down there... I'll..."

"No lass. You aren't sleepin' on the floor, neither of you are." he told her as he moved to lift up the pillow with the tiny baby on it. Seeing him move a little bit but only give a small yawn before drifting back off to sleep he moved to lay him by his sister. Watching to make sure the boy didn't fuss he saw his exhausted female trying to fight sleep so he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the covers up over her, moving his own pillow to be under her head. "Yer alright omega, go on to sleep now." he spoke to her in a low voice, rubbing his fingers over her back and side as she quickly drifted back off. Sitting there for a while he looked over his female's face, noticing the dark circles surrounding her eyes and look of her hair that desperately needed a wash and comb. He had a lot of making up to do and he would but first she would rest.

[henrioo]

✦ ── ANYTHING FOR YOU: SHANKS

Part one — Parte two

Child! Shanks x Child! Reader ( x platonic! Edward Newgate)

Synopsis: "A confusing encounter with a red-haired child ends up changing his day completely."

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,6k

Notes: Pronouns should be neutral but because of automatic translation they are masculine, I'm sorry, it was written with a neutral reader in mind. Forgive the bad English too, Google is not one of the best

Revision: @waitingmydemons

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Today would definitely be your day! After weeks of trying to convince your brothers and especially your father, you had managed to get permission to take a tour all alone around the next island the ship stopped. It might seem silly, but living surrounded by men who saw danger in everything made your freedom being compared to one of a bird in a cage. Of course, you were more than grateful for all the effort they put into protecting you, but sometimes you just wanted to run around and play with other kids instead of being followed by famous pirates who scared anyone who came near.

That's why you couldn't hold back the anxiety of finally being able to live a little adventure completely alone! You've prepared very well, choosing fresh clothes that won't get in the way of playing or running, took a purse with a generous amount of money that you collected according to the days and choose the best and most resistant shoes! Everything was perfect, you couldn't even swallow your food during lunch. You were so busy, as soon as the meal was over, you said goodbye to everyone and ran towards the port, excited to explore the place.

Even if walking around and spending money on silly things wasn't exactly the most fun thing in the world, just being able to experience all those new things by yourself and maybe even make a few friends was enough to get you excited. There weren't many young people in Whitebeard's crew, you ended up being the only child and the youngest member which left you a bit alone. Of course no one refused to play with you, Marco and Thatch would spend hours distracting you if that made you happy, the point was that they were adults and eventually needed to take care of their responsibilities, leaving you alone.

Your plan was to buy some candy and maybe find some kids your age to play with, you couldn't wait to get some attention from people who would also like to play. You walked carefree through the big city market, there were countless merchants, mothers, workers, all walking around in their own worlds and duties. You'd eventually stop and look at the fruit, jewelry, or anything else that looked like fun, but you weren't focused on shopping. You were humming absently around, not really caring about your surroundings when you started to hear footsteps approaching.

When you turned around to try to figure out what was going on it was too late, a person collided directly with you but before he could knock you to the ground, he pulled you by the arm away from the main road. You were dragged into an alley and soon a hand covered your mouth, when you regained your senses you could hear more and more footsteps approaching, a crowd running! You frowned in confusion as you listened to what people were saying. "Are you sure you lost them?" You tried to peek down the alley and you could guess they were sailors by their blue and white outfit. "Shit, those little brats! I can't believe they robbed us…" they argued among themselves "Let's keep looking, they can't have gone far".

So when the men walked away you decided to pay attention to the situation you were in. You looked to see who your captors were and came across two… children? The boy holding you had blue hair and a huge red nose, he was holding your mouth while his face had a terrified expression. Next to him was a boy with red hair and a nice hat, he was carrying what looked like a bag of coins and he also looked extremely nervous about being chased. Whoever they were, you knew they'd robbed the sailors, but that didn't mean they weren't a risk to you.

When you were sure the sailors were gone you used all your strength to step on the boy's foot and then bite his hand. You might be small but you weren't harmless, growing up with powerful pirates had taught you a trick or two.

"Ouch! You bit me!" The boy screamed as he held his own hand.

The redhead finally seemed to notice that they'd dragged someone else into the mess and looked at you confused.

"You kidnapped me!" You countered by crossing your arms.

"You kidnapped them?!" The redhead exclaimed looking at his friend in shock.

"They were in the way!" The other tried to defend himself "And you bit me! I was about to let you go!" He was still angry but you didn't care.

"Think before you kidnap me! You're lucky I only bit you, if I told my brothers they would do a lot worse!" You exclaimed proudly of your family.

"Sure, like I'm going to believe a snotty brat" the blue haired one rolled his eyes.

"You called me what?!" You exclaimed with fury as your cheeks burned.

"Snotty brat" he said again with a smirk, looking satisfied with having turned the tables.

The problem was that the boy had underestimated you, one thing you definitely lacked was patience. You learned very early that you shouldn't tolerate offenses against yourself or your family, so you let anger win that fight. You quickly punched the blue-haired boy in the middle of the face, the one who fell on his butt with a scream.

"Buggy!" The red-haired friend screamed and went to help him.

"I'm not snotty!" You said stomping your foot on the floor.

The red-haired boy looked between you and the companion, his gaze showing shock and… fascination? He looked at you like you were a bedtime story hero, someone amazing and you couldn't understand. Shouldn't he be angry? You had just hit his colleague and he seemed fascinated by it?

"Wow…" he exclaimed looking you up and down.

"Humpf! Idiot" you said without patience and then you turned to leave the alley "You're lucky I won't tell my brothers, Marco would finish you off" you said and then left the place ignoring the red haired boy who kept calling you .

You were nervous and frustrated that visit to the city had not gone as you planned, so you decided to go back to the ship earlier. Luckily you would stay a few days in that place, there would be other opportunities to explore and meet kind and fun children, no more children who irritated you. It wasn't long after returning to shore that the crew set up a small camp to store the new supplies while the ship was refueled. There, you found Marco fiddling with some papers and further away you could see his father giving orders to some other members.

You sat with a sulky face while eating a candy you bought in town, Marco looked at you curiously and approached with a characteristic smile.

"What's wrong birdie-yoi?" He smiled and sat down next to you.

"I… I met some annoying kids" you decided it was better to omit what had happened, as much as you wanted revenge, you understood that the confusion had been a misunderstanding and you didn't want your siblings worrying about something so silly.

"Wasn't that fun?" He nodded when he saw you deny it. "Don't worry, you can still meet other kids in the next few days" he smiled trying to calm you down "And if nobody wants to play with you, let's get Visa and Jozu and have a tea party, how about that?" He offered, knowing you were always happiest spending time with your brothers.

"Promise?" You looked at him sullenly.

"On my honor" he smiled as he saw you clearly getting more excited about the idea.

After a little chat, Marco had to get back to work and you decided not to bother him anymore. So to distract yourself until dinner time you decided to walk along the nearby beach and look for some shells to collect, you were still thinking about the boys from before, especially the redhead. He was looking at you with so much emotion that you couldn't help but feel your stomach churning, no one had ever looked at you like that… It was so weird and it made you so confused, what was that? Some noises in the nearby forest caught your attention, being curious that you were, so it didn't take long to approach and look for who was there.

"It 's you!" You said in recognition of seeing the red hair from before.

"Shhhh!" He asked for silence and you covered your mouth, looking around for any threat "Are your brothers here?" he asked quietly.

"They're over there…" you pointed into the distance and he seemed to agree silently "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you again" he admitted looking at the floor, his cheeks were slightly pink and you felt your body getting warm.

"Why?" You asked timidly.

"Because your punch was super cool!" His eyes sparkled "You hit Buggy right on!"

"Is he not your friend?" You asked confused.

"He is… But you were just defending yourself! He shouldn't have called you snotty… You're not snotty, you're too cute to be!" He confidently admitted.

"Do you think I'm cute?" Your cheeks were now on fire.

"I do…" he smiled shyly "I'm Shanks, what's your name?" He approached.

"(Y/n)" you smiled.

"Cool, I didn't know Whitebeard had someone in the crew with my age"

"How do you know I’m in the Whitebeard’s crew?”

"You said you had a brother named Marco, I know him! And my captain said Whitebeard was in town, so that had to be it," he said with pride in his little investigation.

"Your captain? Are you a pirate too?" You were curious now.

"Yes! I'm from the Roger Pirates!" he exclaimed with pride.

That's when your face became sad... You had heard about this crew countless times, all your life you grew up hearing that they were your father's main enemies and that you could not, under any circumstances, approach them.

"I shouldn't be talking to you!" You finally realized and tried to run, but Shanks was quick and grabbed you.

"Wait! Please! I don't want to hurt you!" He begged as he held her wrist gently but firmly.

"How can I trust you? You kidnapped me this morning! And we are sworn enemies!" You snorted.

"But I don't want to be your enemy…"

"You don't?" You let your emotions get the best of you.

"No… I… I want to be your boyfriend!" He declared with fire in his eyes.

"Boyfriend!?" You stuttered in shock, your face was hot and probably red, your eyes were wide in shock.

"Yes! You're super strong and cute!" He said without a care and then let go of your hand "Unless you didn't like me…"

"No! I did like you…!" You admitted with embarrassment "But… I never had a boyfriend… What do they do?"

"They… They" he stammered in embarrassment "They hold hands… Kiss on the cheek and go on dates!" He said with embarrassment.

"Oh!" You exclaimed with as much embarrassment as he was. You thought about holding Shanks hands and your stomach started to turn, it would also be really cool to be able to play with him.

"It's cool, isn't it? We can be sweethearts!" He tried to convince you.

"(Y/n)?! Where are you? It's getting dark and we should go back to the ship" You heard your father's voice approaching.

"Shanks?! Where are you?!" Another unknown voice came from the middle of the forest.

Before you could run away the fearsome encounter took place, behind you was your father and behind Shanks must have been the much talked about Roger, his captain. You both widened your eyes in terror when you realized what was happening, but you didn't dare open your mouth to try to explain.

"Roger"

"Newgate"

"Can you explain why your brat is talking to my child?" He quickly put a hand on your shoulder and pulled you back.

"Good question, what's up Shanks? Did you come here to talk to the old man?" The captain chuckled, he didn't seem to be mad at Shanks at all.

"I… Well…" the boy mumbled incoherently with embarrassment.

"Did he do something to you?" Your father asked, looking at you calmly, he didn't seem mad at you at all, which calmed you down a bit.

"No…" you mumbled shyly and grabbed his leg.

"Hm, maybe they just met and had a chat" Roger theorized "Or are they secretly flirting, huh Shanks? You naughty, came for the riskiest one" the man teased.

"Don't talk nonsense Roger, (y/n) can't date you, brat" His father said as if that was nonsense.

"I can't?" You asked with some sadness in your voice.

"They can’t?" It was Shanks's turn to look sadly at his captain.

The two men stared at each other in shock, they seemed to slowly understand what was going on between the two of you.

"Don't tell me… Did you like this piece of junk?" your father asked in shock and nervousness.

"Hey! No need to offend other people's children!" Roger defended "Shanks isn't that bad… He's just… He" the man shrugged.

"Like you understand" Edward rolled his eyes.

"Come on, we were young once!" Roger laughed "Let the kids date and have some fun, nothing bad will come of it"

"No" Edward gave the final verdict, but when he felt you pulling his pants and making your huge lost puppy eyes with tears threatening to fall he started to rethink the idea "(y/n)..."

"Please?" You asked "I promise I'll help more often in the kitchen if you let me..." you tried to bargain, you liked Shanks, you didn't want to be banned from dating him, even if you didn't know exactly what boyfriends did.

"Heavens… Who knew having kids would be like this…" He sighed tiredly "You guys can date" Shanks smiled "With some conditions!"

"Conditions? That's not fair!" He huffed angrily.

"Calm down little one, he's the father, he has the right to decide that, you have to earn trust and permission" Roger said quickly, Shanks seemed more resigned.

"First you need to grow up a bit, I can step on you now and I won't let such a small and young brat date my child!" he said quickly.

"Uhum!" The redhead's eyes sparkled.

"Second, you need to be strong! I will not tolerate a weakling having my child as a partner, you need to be able to face me without fear to have their hand"

"Yes! I'm going to be really strong!" He smiled looking at you and you looked away shyly.

"And finally, when you have those two things, the most important one" Shanks listened attentively "You need their acceptance" your father put his hand on your head "If you have both requirements and my child still loves you then I won't be the one going to stop you" he chuckled.

You smiled happily as you looked at Shanks who also looked confident.

"You'll see old man! I'm going to marry them!" He proclaimed with pride.

Roger just laughed praising his apprentice while your father looked frustrated and stroked your hair. You smiled thinking about how cool it would be to have Shanks as your boyfriend, you really didn't see the time to be able to be with him.

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Day 28 - Modern AU

Thank you to OPOC for helping me decide what version of Whitebeard this would be

Tags/Warnings: Whitebeard/GN!Reader, modern AU, mentions of prior loss of parents, reader has a sibling, dad!Whitebeard, meet cute, romance, age gap romance Word Count: 906

It had been a complete surprise. Older men had never really been your thing, you’d thought your friends were crazy for finding them hotter or chasing them for wealth over seeking genuine relationships based on mutual respect and trust. That was all you wanted. A partner that you could sit with in the evening, have a warm drink, and enjoy each other’s company. In theory, it wasn’t so much to ask, but you’d done nothing but struggle since trying to find someone for that.

The average guy had next to no interest in just settling down and getting cosy. They wanted to go out partying, have wild sex, and do stupid things like take drugs. Not you. You wanted a calm life that you could share with someone that you cared about, that involved no substances stronger than antibiotics and no events that lasted later than midnight. Your ideas of fun rarely matched up.

By day, you were a barista. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. By night, you studied mostly. You were attending college online to get the final few credits you needed to finish your degree - you’d had to drop out after your parents died to care for your sibling. Now, you couldn’t afford to just run off to college again so instead you worked and studied online. It wasn’t ideal, but you were pretty good at making things work for you. 

Lots of customers knew you by now, that was the nature of it being an independent store rather than a large chain. They’d come by and ask you about your studies, ask about your sibling, ask about your life in general. It was nice, like they were the world’s most low maintenance friends. Some of them only came by on their morning commute to work, some came by during the day to work or study, some came on dates with partners or to catch up with friends - it was a wide variety and a constant flow of people.

One of your regulars was a man named Marco, he came by at what appeared to be random times each time he passed through, but you discovered quite quickly that he was a doctor. That made the unusual hours make sense. He’d make small talk after his shorter shifts, and just grunt after particularly difficult ones, you understood each other and it was nice. When he brought in an older man one day, who Marco introduced as his father, you understood where he got his kind nature from. The man was nothing but wonderful, so kind and spoke so gently. 

Newgate. That was his name. He began to come to the shop more often after that, with and without Marco, and was always so lovely to you. You returned it, often chatting away at the counter when things were quiet just because you could, and talking to him was so easy. He had many tales to tell from his long life, sharing stories of raising his many boys (all adopted, which warmed a piece of your heart) and his career. You told your limited, and arguably less exciting, stories in return but he listened with rapt attention as if you were telling stories of the most grand adventures.

Falling for him.. Well it was an accident. You found yourself standing at work one day, glancing at the clock to check the time far more regularly, not waiting for the moment that your shift would end but the moment that Newgate would come by and chat with you. It was a little humiliating if you were entirely honest, but once you got past that you were able to bask in the soft, sappy feelings that come with a fresh crush. Calling it a crush felt silly at your age, but then that was exactly what it was. A crush. He didn’t come by that day, and you couldn’t help being disappointed, but when he did come by the next day, you got little butterflies in your stomach upon seeing him, looking forward to what he had to tell you.

It continued like that for six months. He’d come by a few days a week, get a drink, and rather than sitting down he’d loiter near the counter to chat with you. It felt exactly like the sort of slow paced romance you wanted from men you met on dating apps (that you’d long since stopped using), but couldn’t find.

Clearly, you could see on his face how surprised he was when you asked him on a date. “Me?” He asked dumbly, just looking at you with furrowed brows and confusion bright in his eyes. “Yes, you, Newgate. That’s what I said.” It felt like your stomach was tied in knots, eating itself with anxiety, and your heart was thundering in your chest and ears. You’d barely managed to get the words out at all, and now you were so afraid he’d say no. “You’re sure?” He asked again, and you laughed nervously, only managing to nod at him this time, “I’m not sure what to say.” “You could.. Say yes.” You replied, hesitant, fiddling with the hem of your apron. What would you do if he refused? Would he just stop coming by? What would Marco say? Newgate laughed. “I suppose I should, yes. After all, it’s not every day an old man like me gets a chance with someone as lovely as you.”

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