#fourth division commander thatch

[zorossugarmama]

Pops! Can I just hide behind you?

Whitebeard & Whitebeard Pirate Reader Drabble

You pulled a prank, now you're running through the Moby trying to get away from your assailant-- Pops helps.

Word Count: 500

You were sprinting across the main deck of the Moby, your assassin lost for now. You scanned the deck for a place to hide and when your eyes landed on you large and fierce looking Captain an idea sprung to mind. Today he was wearing a yukata and dawned it with a satin white shawl. His halberd, which was sitting across his lap, a sign that he was actually on duty today. Pivoting your direction you sprinted towards his looming figure. Seeing your hasty speed he looked down at you with a questioning gaze. You pulled a cheeky smile across your face as you fiddled with your fingers. This was the only place that you could think of where your assassin wouldn’t find you. 

“What do you want, brat?” He boomed as a small smirk pulled across his face.

“Can I just–” you wanted to ask, but you also didn’t want to burden him with petty drama. “I-I mean, um, do you mind if I just–” you were stuttering now. The shrill yell of your assassin from somewhere on the main deck pulled both of your attentions.

“Are you running away?” Pops asked knowingly.

You nodded your head sheepishly, cheeks tinting with embarrassment. 

“He’s going to kill me once he finds me, so uh, could you help?” you asked, your tone more determined and filled with urgency.

Pop’s eyes were pulled to the farther end of the Moby and a small smile pulled at his face. The target of your prank was now in eyesight. In one quick and swift motion you were pulled into pops large hand and tucked behind his back between his yukata and shawl. You clung to his back trying to stay still as Thatch pounded up the steps to confront pops.

“Where are they?” he asked, his tone stern in the face of his captain.

“Where are who?” Pops said smugly as he tried to hold in his laugh.

“C,mon pops, I swear I saw them over here!” Thatch nearly whined at his captain.

“I haven’t seen them all day. Have you spoken with Marco?” Pops inquired trying to divert the third division commander.

“You think they’d hide with him?” You couldn’t see Thatch, but you could sense that he was mulling it over in his head. “Fine, I'll go check with him.” The padding of boots on wood faded into the background. You waited for a little while before pops urged you to come out of your hiding spot.

“Is he gone now?” you asked slowly, shuffling out from the layers of fabrics.

“I don’t think I can keep you safe at dinner, but you can hide here for as long as you want.” he said with a chuckle. “You really messed with his hair?”

“Purple really suits his skin tone, don’t you think?” you smiled sheepishly as you heard Thatch yelling down below.

Pops gave you a pointed look but smiled nevertheless. 

“Don’t worry it’ll wash out in a month or two…”

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[that-student-that-has-homework]

Pretty Girl - Portgas D. Ace

I read this lovely little snippet by @mrsoharaa and felt the need to know what would happen next. Written with permission!

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To be fair, Marco actually wasn’t teasing him this time. He’d been nose deep in a book and was just as deep in his thoughts when he’d made the request.

“Hey Ace, can you go and call” the first division commander squinted at the book, trying to recall the words but was clearly too distracted to, “can you call-we-what was-just call your pretty girl for me yoi?”

He wasn’t teasing him this time. 

Ace had just simply had enough.

//—----------

It had started in the morning? maybe afternoon? who knows what time it was…after some good old fashion pirate revelry until who knows what hour of the evening.

He’d woken up in some weird kinda angle on some random corner of the ship, with a bit of a headache. So like any other day, he made his way over to the kitchen to get some food to fix his problem. After all, if his head hurt, he probably just needed some food, right?

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the slick Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates,” the Division Commander in question blinked at his Fourth Division counterpart, his lips pulling up at the strange greeting.

What’d he mean by slick though? Just thinking about it made his head squeeze, so he decided to push it off until he had some food in his system.

“Thatch, I’m hungry,” he declared as he slumped himself on the kitchen counter, throwing his bottom half on a stool there, “gimme somethin’ to eat.”

“Comin’ right up,” the cook shot him an amused grin as he went about grabbing his disgruntled younger brother-in-arms some food.

“Hungover?” The question came from Ace’s side, where the head doctor sat, sipping on a cup of…well it wasn’t alcohol.

“Huh?” The younger man just blinked, trying to get the fog out of his brain. “Nah.” He rolled onto his side to better face his older brother. “Just got a headache.”

“Sounds like a hangover to me yoi,” the doc grinned over the rim of his mug.

Ace didn’t pay him much mind though, waiting for his food to arrive.

Though his silence seemed to encourage his companion, “especially with how much you drank last night.”

“Wasn’t that much,” he ruffled his hair in hopes to alleviate some of the pounding in his head.

“It was enough that you called a certain someone ‘pretty girl.’”

A moment of silence passed as Ace continued to aggressively knead at his scalp. His mind very sluggishly processing Marco’s words…he was just about to fall asleep again with how much his he-

HE DID WHAT?!

That blew all the fog and grog out of Ace’s brain and body, as he all but sprung to his feet in shock. The medic in front of him offered him little more than his usual lazy, lopsided grin.

The vertigo hit him right as the adrenaline wore off, and he was clutching to the counter to save himself from smacking into the ground. His grip only tightened as he heard footsteps from the other side of the counter rejoin them.

“Yo Ace, I fixed you a plate for your pretty girl too,” he chirped sliding over two plates, “if you wanted to go and deliver it to her.”

It had been a while since Pops had clobbered him, but the memory of his audacious, disastrous, flirty remark hit him much like one of Pops’ fists did. Of all things, he only came up with pretty girl? 

He-just-urgh-just-just where was his hat when he needed it? He resorted to using his hands to hide his face from the other two commanders. He didn’t need to see them to know they were grinning - they were just oozing with entertainment.

“Ah don’t worry slick,” he could hear Thatch’s voice getting closer, “I’d say she took it well enough.”

The way the cook only barely got his sentence out before he and Marco broke out into snickers said otherwise. Ace grabbed his plate of food and moved to find a different corner of the massive galleon to eat in.

For the next few days, the different commanders would wink, snicker, smirk, borderline leer at him whenever you were in his general vicinity. They weren’t subtle about it, given pirates were generally as subtle as a sea king on land. They didn’t have to say it out loud for him to hear it though: 

“Pretty girl.” 

The behavior spread to the rest of the crew like wildfire. He’d have compared the spread to some nasty disease, but those usually knocked people out. Unfortunately this one seemed to rile them up, everyone seemed overly eager to be able to poke at him for his drunken declaration. By the end of the week, even the swabbies were in on it. They weren’t as bad as the commanders, but…ugh. Just…anyhow you’d think that, after a week, it would become old news, but no. 

Nope. 

Not this news. 

Seems everyone on this damn ship was a gossip. Grown ass grizzled pirates, reduced to giggling gossiping gaggles of gremlins. The Second Division Commander couldn’t go for more than a few hours without hearing some kinda comment, or getting some kinda look. 

Even pops was in on it now! 

He’d found out when the old man had grinned at him, what was worse was that it was a good-natured grin. He wasn’t teasing him…but what he said to him, as a kind of encouragement, had left this poor son of Whitebeard feeling more flustered than ever.

Unfortunately all his attempts at getting the crew to cut it out were falling on deaf ears. His fellow commanders in particular had no problem ignoring his requests and continuing to tease him, which of course emboldened the rest of the crew. 

Of course the worst part had to be…well, there was no way you didn’t know about what was happening. After all, you always put on an unbothered face, but he knew it had to be making you uncomfortable. After all it wasn’t like he’d ever followed up on that pretty girl comment while sober. Though he wouldn’t deny the little amused simpers that you’d put on whenever your fellow crew mates would leer at him had his heart doing little flips.

Anyway…

Things had finally died down a bit, with Ace getting some peace of mind. People had finally gotten bored. Meaning he could probably try…y’know…approaching you while sober…

Well they’d mostly died down…

//—--

“SHE IS PRETTY ALRIGHT?!” Yeah he’d had enough. “Do none of y'all have eyes?!” He raged on, over a week’s worth of agitation erupting from him violently. 

“So what if I called her pretty girl?” There was a kind of catharsis in seeing the First Division Commander staring at him bug-eyed. “It wasn't a lie!” He threw his hands up in agitation. “That's for sure.”

“Uh A-”

“Like you all don't state the obvious sometimes!” He pointed an accusatory finger at everyone who was in the infirmary…which wasn’t much, but Thatch hadn’t left yet and he was one of the guys that teased him the most!

“A-”

“And!” He was burning up the whole place and there was no stopping him. “I never said she was my pretty girl! I just said she was a pretty girl!” Little flickers of fire left his shoulders. “And she definitely is pretty!” He flexed his fingers. “Gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, all the words that mean that!”

The Second Division Commander’s chest and shoulders heaved from the way he was panting after his rant. Man it felt good to get it off his chest.

He shook his head, getting the remaining frustration out before rolling his shoulders out. He felt a whole lot better. He stretched his neck, before turning to look at his stunned fellow commanders.

“Hey Thatch, I’m hungry,” he grinned, “can you make me something to eat? Or should I just go raid the fridge?”

That seemed to snap the cook out of it, “keep yourself out of my fridge and out of my kitchen hotshot!”

“Uh…Ace,” the fiery man turned to look at the medic that had sparked this outburst.

“Oh Marco, what did you need again?” He’d asked him to do something before mentioning you.

“It’s no problem yoi,” strange, the doctor seemed to be looking behind him.

Was there someone behind him? The young commander turned around - 

Shoot.

He hadn’t said anything negative! But dang what he said sure as hell was damning. He must sound like a total creep. Just going on and on about how pretty he thinks you are. Could someone just launch him into the sea?

It didn’t help that the most unrelenting of the division commanders were here to see this horrifying display. They weren’t ever going to let him live this dow-

“You think I’m pretty?” You asked, hope pulling your lips up tentatively. “Even while sober?”

Ace managed to nod at that.

Gosh he felt stupid. This wasn’t how he wanted to do it. Why was he so trash at trying to compliment you?

“Well I think you’re pretty too,” you gave him a good-natured smile, “so there, we’re even.”

“Really?” Gah! Why was that the first thing out of his mouth?

Oh gosh it was so cute the way you fiddled with your fingers. You only ever did that when you were nervous-you only ever did that when you were nervous.

“I mean,” you grinned, “haven’t you ever looked in a mirror Ace?”

Ace was sure he’d turned his face to fire at that point. He was here fumbling over his feet like a baby dear, and you were so smooth, you might as well be polishing the deck with wax.

“Um, in case that wasn’t clear,” you continued, “yes, really Ace, you’re pretty.”

Thatch let out a low whistle then, “well would you look at that,” he grinned, “a pretty boy for a pretty girl.”

“Stop teasing him Thatch,” you sighed, shooting the cook a look, “you’ve all teased him more than enough already.”

“Yo,” the longtime resident of the infirmary called out to you, “I was actually going to send Ace to find you yoi.”

“Oh did you need something Marco?” You walked further into the room, passing by the stunned pretty boy.

“Were you busy today yoi?”

“Not really, why? Did you need help?”

You thought he was pretty too? 

Would you consider, maybe, going out on a date? He couldn’t help but stare at you as you continued to talk with his First Division Counterpart. He wasn’t about to ask you here, in front of these jerks, but maybe later…

Maybe later…

When you were sitting on the bow looking up at the stars that dotted the night sky. He’d ask you. 

And you’d say yes.

[blacklegsanjiii]

Shirohige!Sanji being held by his family:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hannahbarberra162]

Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart - Chapter 3

Now on Ao3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 All chapters

TW: crying, mentions of abuse, brief mentions of death, anxiety

Notes: I HC Thatch as being Mexican. We're getting a little yandere-y...

Also I don't think I mentioned but this is AU where Thatch, Ace, and Whitebeard don't die because I love them.

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You weren’t really sure what you were doing. Your body was moving but you didn’t feel like you were controlling any of it. You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything, could barely breathe. You realized you were still clutching the poster in your hand, so you forced yourself to relax your grip and put it in the pocket of your apron. You crouched down on your heels by the end of the alley with your head in your hands. You started rubbing your fingers on your scalp as a way to try to ground yourself in the moment. All the stupid bullshit methods of self regulation you had been reading about weren’t working. Your thoughts were swirling like a maelstrom, threatening to drown you in their chaos. You were angry so very angry and sad and scared so very scared and worried and back to angry. 

You didn’t know how much time had passed but at some point you picked up your head and saw Thatch seated next to you leaning against the side of the alley. Even though you saw him already, it still spooked you to see him so close. You jerked a little bit but didn’t move your position. 

“Rough news, huh?” he said with a gentle tone. 

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet another Fourth Division Commander!” his light hearted joke didn’t land as you didn’t respond. You could barely process your own thoughts, let alone navigate social interactions.

“I’m not a pirate” you said and sat all the way down next to him. You bent your knees to your chest and placed your head on top of them.

“No offense mamacita, but I didn’t think you were. So what’s with the bounty then? Are you a Marine on the run? We have a few Marine contacts if you ne–”

“I am NOT a Marine” you said emphatically as you shot him a look of malice. Immediately you deflated - he didn’t deserve your ire. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t called for. I just…I’m just angry. Not at you, though.” You absently started to fix some of the cracked cobblestones near you. It was a good outlet for your energy at least. 

“I thought all the Twisted Pirates were killed a long time ago. I haven't heard about them in years” Thatch said, scratching his goatee.

“Yeah, they were.”

“And the Marines are saying you’re the Twisted’s Commander? So if you’re not a Marine and you’re not a pirate, what’s going on? That’s a huge bounty for a civilian.”

You looked into his eyes and grimaced. You were already in so much trouble, you didn’t think telling anyone at this point would make a difference. Besides, he looked like he might actually listen. You weren’t sure you could make it through the story without crying, but taking in a shaky breath you started. 

“Um, well… about 7 years ago my island was attacked by the Twisted pirates. The pirates destroyed everything on the island and took me with them. I was with them for a while until they were defeated by Marines. The Marines took me from the pirates and kept me on their ship for about 5 years. A few months ago, the ship I was on was wrecked and I ended up on this island. I guess they want me back.”

Thatch was listening and watching you intently. Your eyes had started to water so you turned your head to face the other way. 

“What do you mean they kept you on their ship? Like they forced you to join their ranks?”

You turned your face back towards him and shook your head. “No. At first when they brought me on their ship I was so grateful. I thought they would take me back to my island or somewhere closeby. But they saw my devil fruit power and just kept me on the ship as an unprocessed pirate captive. They never took me to a base, never charged me with anything, just…kept me on their boat. Since I was never processed on any Marine base, there was no record of my so-called rescue or how I came to them. I had no status, no rights. I was just there to do with as they wanted. ”

You were crying now, tears running down your cheeks as you talked. “All the other Twisted pirates were killed in battle, so there was no one to corroborate my side of the story. They said I was a pirate since I have a jolly roger on me and it was my word against Marine officers.”

Thatch reached into his coat pocket and handed you a handkerchief. For a moment he hesitated, seeming to want to dry them himself. But you were glad he let you do it himself.

“So I stayed there, a prisoner on the ship. They never let me leave the boat or be seen by other officers or commanders or anything. I fixed their ship all the time, I worked a lot….stuff like that. They weren’t…nice to me. Then the ship sank, so…” you trailed off, feeling deflated. You didn’t feel like talking anymore about what had happened. Your initial adrenaline had worn off and you were feeling exhausted.

Thatch tilted his head with a concerned look on his face, and extended his arm to pat your back with his hand. He didn’t touch you immediately, but waited until you nodded slightly at him. His large hand started rubbing soothing circles on your back while your tears dried. It felt…nice. Warm. You laid your head back down on your knees and closed your eyes. No one had rubbed your back in…you couldn’t remember. You hoped he wouldn’t stop.

Thatch POV

Even though he was gently rubbing your back, Thatch was smoldering with rage inside. If you weren’t there he would have punched a hole through the brick wall. He hoped he was keeping a neutral enough expression on his face. The last thing you needed was to see more aggression.

Kept as a slave for years on a Marine ship? No wonder you were so upset when he asked if you were a Marine. He couldn’t imagine your time on the pirate boat had been any better either. He was sure there was even more to the story underneath the surface of what you had said. He wanted to ask you questions but now wasn’t the time. 

It was obvious that the Marines wanted you back to continue using you for your Devil Fruit and who knows what else. All the women he had ever met who were captives held deep and lasting trauma. With your fruit he couldn’t imagine how much money you’d saved the Marines over the course of 5 years, completing repairs for free. He was sure someone high up got a fat bonus for saving money on the bottom line, too. Based on your wanted poster picture, they were running you ragged. He wondered how they kept you a secret from all the other crews and officials.

For a measly 25,000 Beri they’d be able to have their free service back without having to look for you. You would fall prey to the first bounty hunter to look for you since you weren’t a fighter and didn’t have connections. It was a good plan from the Marines, but not one he was going to let happen.

Thatch noticed you started crying again, completely silent. You seemed to be used to crying and either no one caring - or worse - being hurt for making noise. Your jumpiness and nervousness made more sense with the new information. 

“Pobrecita…no te preocupes…estoy aquí” Thatch started cooing to you in Spanish, saying whatever came to his mind. Even though he was enraged at the situation and feeling sorry for you, he did notice how sweet you looked crying like this. You were like a little doll, a little broken thing he could have and fix. Thatch knew himself well enough to recognize his protective - and possessive - streak. You were so sad, so worried, so fragile. He knew what he wanted - he just needed the others inside to agree. And how could they not? After all, you were so helpless in such a big, bad world...

[one-idea]

This whole cookie thing makes me think about headcanon I have for Ace, Deuce, Thatch and Marco. Ace and Deuce most likely never saw a good relationship between two guys until they came to the moby dick and saw Thatch and Marco [MaTch for the ship name].

I think it would be like a bit of a running joke in the divisions that Marco and Thatch were a couple with how close they are and how they always take care of each other. Some people seeing Thatch carrying Marco out of the infirmary if he fell asleep at his desk, others seeing Marco pulling Thatch out of the kitchen to take a small break because he needs it. The way they interact together and have grown close makes a lot of them think that they are together but just don't want to be very vocal about it. The thing is they aren't a couple, they just happen to be really good friends with one another and neither of them even entertain the idea of something more until it's Ace that brings it up to Thatch. It happens during a cooking lesson and Ace asks why Thatch is so insistent on his boyfriend liking cookies and Thatch just stops what he's doing to look at Ace. A look of shock and confusion mixed together is on his face as he says that Marco isn't his boyfriend before Ace comments about how everyone thought they were together and they just didn't want to be vocal about it. Thatch then sees a lot of the other cooks nodding their heads in agreement to what Ace was saying, they've been thinking this for years now about the first and fourth commanders and were in full support of them. This bit of information is stuck in Thatch's head the rest of the lesson and throughout the day, making the cook look a lot closer at his and Marco's relationship. He's the hopeless romantic here, how could he not have noticed something like this happening? Had he really begun falling for Marco and not even realized it? And Ace, bless his heart wants to help Thatch out there. Thatch is helping him after all with the cooking lessons for Deuce so as the good friend he is and to give thanks he should help Thatch with Marco! So now on top of the whole cookie thing going on Ace is also trying to play matchmaker for his two friends and everyone else is loving how this whole thing is playing out.

Okay I love everything you have here.

Thatch’s brain breaking because no one ever brought it up before. And he’s a hopeless romantic surly he would know!!!

Ace doing everything he can to be helpful. But he grew up in a jungle with no idea how romance is suppose to work let alone relationships. He had been going to Thatcher cause he trusted him. But also because he was in a successful relationship. Except apparently he’s not. But Ace can help him fix that. After all Thatch has helped him so much.

I just know the 4th division is losing their minds because they all just assumed…. They are full committed to any of Ace’s schemes.

The 1st division has never had this much fun. Because now it’s not just Ace and Deuce fumbling over each other that they get front row seats to but Thatch and Marco!!! They have the best tea on the ship. They’ve never been so blessed.

They are also total pot stirrers.

The nurses have been reporting everything to Whitebeard. The AceDeuce saga was already entertaining enough but know Marco and Thatch might FINALLY get their crap together. He’s thrilled. The nursing staff definitely go running anytime there is new tea.

Even if they are just super close friends the shenanigans the crew is about to get up to!!!!

(Also this means that if we fallow cannon both doctors lose there cute baker boys)

[ladyaudentium]

Just Like a Crow Chasing the Butterfly

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: General Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Relationship: Trafalgar D. Water Law & Original Female Character(s), Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Bepo (One Piece) Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Domestic Fluff, Everyone Needs A Hug, Plotting Murder, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, In which Law is adopted by a new auntie whether he likes it or not, Background Relationships Series: Part 2 of To Feather Your Nest Summary: Eight years since she had escaped Doflamingo and Arry had never felt more alive. A chance meeting with a boy in a spotted hat reminds her of the loose ends that she had left behind.

Browsing the vendor stalls that lined the street, a young woman with earlobe-length, pink-gold hair wandered down the way. A small girl with strawberry blonde hair up in two springy pigtails bounced along beside her. A small teddy bear hung from her free hand, clenched tightly between chubby fingers. They were dressed to match in a purple shirt and blue overalls.

Overhead, a swarm of seagulls circled, squawking, unintelligible. To anyone that didn’t know, the birds seemed to circle randomly with no greater purpose, but if someone were to look closely, they would see the cyclone of white and black centered over the young woman and her daughter.

To that person, their cries weren’t gibberish, the instinctual sounds of their species. They were short, simple words: “Queen! Protect! Queen!”

The little girl, with large, dark blue eyes giggled as she watched the swirling birds. “Look mama! They’re following us!” briefly letting go of her mother’s hand, she twirled along with them.

Stormy gray eyes crinkled with mirth as Arry watched her daughter mimic the animals. Her small arms flung themselves out. The bear in her tiny hand threatening to fly away.

“Come on, Mirai, we can’t dawdle. We have to get these items for uncle Thatch,” Arry held up a full laundry list of food items. As a member of the Fourth Division Whitebeard Pirates, part of her duties were helping her Commander stock up the kitchen to ensure no one ever went hungry aboard the great Moby Dick.

The little girl stopped twirling as she hopped up and down with excitement. “Will uncle make my favorite?” she asked, hugging her teddy tight.

“Maybe if you ask nicely, he will.”

Giggling, she continued to bounce with excitement, the stuffed bear gripped so tightly, its button eyes were sure to fly off its plush face at any moment. Once again, taking her mother’s hand, Mirai fell into step beside the pink haired woman.

As they continued down the way, stopping at stall after stall, the little girl patiently tagged along, running her bear along every edge she could find, making him do tricks as if he were an acrobat. They visited fruit vendors, vegetable vendors, the ever-necessary butcher and the most coveted of all, the ice cream vendor where Mirai got a special treat for being so well behaved. The ice cream stood almost taller than her head and didn’t last long under the little girl’s excitement.

Finishing her ice cream, Mirai properly disposed of her napkin as she lay eyes upon her next, unsuspecting target. “Look, mama! It’s a bear! He’s walking around in an orange jumper!” She cried, tugging at her mother’s hand.

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[thctched]

the strength of the (former) fourth division commander.

Though Vista takes the top-spot as a well known swordsman capable of going toe-to-toe with Dracule Mihawk, Thatch comes in as the second best swordsman whether he's wielding his kitchen knife or the twin famous blades, Myra and Bicha.

With the power of the Yami Yami no Mi, the gap has closed a bit more, even.

Vista.

Seeing as he's second best, when they were all still apart of the same crew, Thatch would seek the older man out to test his strength whenever Vista felt like obliging him even though it always ended with his loss.

[kanra-nakura]

[Fiction] From Caged Marines to Whitebeard Pirates - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Walking down the hallway, the First Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, Marco the Phoenix, frowns, unable to remove this horrible feeling that started when his brother, Thatch, arrived and showed them the devil fruit he acquired during his mission. Adding the fact that Teach has been weird upon seeing the fruit, had resulted in him walking in the middle of the night, heading towards the Fourth Commanders' room. The first commander was only a few feet away when he heard some muffled conversation behind the cracked open door of his brother. The bad feeling grew, Marco immediately runs and open the door just in time to see his brother, Thatch, back about to be stabbed by Teach.

"THATCH!" Marco screamed, waking the other commanders, some of their crew, and their captain. His shout made Teach miss from giving Thatch a dangerous wound. Instead, the traitor stabbed the fourth commander in the arm, when the said commander turns around towards them with his arm raised and leaving a huge wound that would surely scar, then the traitor wrenched the knife making more blood spurt out. Thatch grunted falling to the floor while grabbing the wounded arm that was bleeding heavily, Teach immediately went on grabbing the devil fruit when the chef, who was holding it when he entered, let go in favor of holding his arm before it could fall to the floor. The traitor then raised the bloody knife in front of him, turning to face the First commander as he did so.

"Ah, ah, ah. You're not supposed to be up and about, Commander." Teach sneered, annoyed that his plan has already been spoiled.

"What are you doing, Teach?!" Marco asked, taking a fighting stance at the door, blocking any escapes. The three pirates then heard footsteps running towards them, which made the two of them relax slightly, and while the other one got angry.

'Damn it!' Teach cursed, thinking of ways to escape when he remembers something. Grinning darkly, he waited. Meanwhile, Thatch grabs his blanket and wrapped it around his wound, while keeping his eyes on Teach.

'What is he planning?' The two commanders thought. Marco, however, got distracted when he was called by one of their second commander, Portgas D. Ace.

"Marco, what's wrong?! What happen!?" Glancing at the side, Marco made one of his few mistakes, for once he took his eyes off Teach, the traitor immediately charged towards him.

"MARCO!" Thatch shouted while the said commander hit the other side of the hallway as the traitor rammed into his body and ran away from them.

"What the-?! Teach!?" Ace shouted, pausing upon seeing a member of his division running away from them, the rest of his foster siblings stopped behind him, confused.

"THATCH!" Haruta shouted, which made Ace glance inside the room and his eyes widened upon seeing the fourth commander injured as the 12th division commander run towards him. Meanwhile, Izo help Marco stand up as their Captain walk toward them with anger and concern.

"What's happened here, my son?" He asked, the anger in his voice obvious but it was being overlapped with his concern towards his injured son, who was being put on the emergency stretcher they input in every room and corner of their ship with the help of the other commanders as well as some nurses, who were scheduled to be awake for the evening and immediately run, when they heard their First Mate screaming, towards their location. Thatch winced, his injured arms jostled by accident as he was being helped into the stretcher.

"I was talking to Teach while holding the Devil Fruit, it seems that he wanted the devil fruit I brought back because he keeps on asking me what I plan to do with it multiple times even though I've already told him twice that I don't know. I was about to put the fruit back into its chest, but I didn't know that he was going to stab me when my back was turned towards him. Thanks to Marco shouting, I manage to dodge it but…" Whitebeard watched his son carefully as the latter gestured to the wound he received, paling due to blood loss.

"I got a bad feeling ever since Thatch came back from his mission, so I couldn't sleep. I went to check on him but the feeling grew stronger as I got closer to his room. I saw Teach raising slowly raising his hand with the knife the moment I open the door, thus I shouted, yoi. But even though he knew I was there and Thatch is already turning around, he still stabbed him and wrenched the knife away to immediately grab the fruit went Thatch let go of it. He was also ready to fight me when we heard you coming and you already know what happens next, yoi." Marco explained his side, leaning against Izo as he began to steady his legs. Whitebeard's eyes narrowed at his oldest before turning to Thatch.

"Rest my son. We will take care of this." He said, said commander smiled before fainting and the other crew members immediately run towards the infirmary without waiting for any orders from their captain with the female nurses telling their brothers to be gentle.

"I'm fine, yoi," Marco grunted, finally moving away from Izo as he fussed over the phoenix. The other commanders and their captain look at the hallway Teach runs to.

"Teach tried to kill Thatch for a fruit?" Ace asked slowly as a fire began to appear from his shoulders. Nobody answered him for they all know the answer as they all saw their ex-brother's running away from them and there was evidence right in front of them.

"Wait," Marco stated as he began to fear something. "Who's having the watch duty tonight, yoi?" He finished. The rest look at him.

"Why are you asking?" Izo asked.

"Because Teach is a traitor, none of our brothers outside might know about this, he manages to injure a commander and he was strong enough to knock me out of his way! If he's this strong, then whoever is on watch duty is in danger if they try to stop Teach, especially when it shows he has no remorse at all, yoi!" He ranted and their eyes widen in horror.

"Ace…?" Vista slowly asked as he looks at the 2nd division commander, who was pale as a ghost.

"It's his turn. We just switched shifts… and if Teach is already outside then…" All the present commanders and the Captain cursed out loud before running toward the deck.

'Don't you dare hurt another brother/son of mine, Teach!' They all thought together as their footsteps are heard inside their ship, but muffled outside.

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[enjomo-arch]

following  the  cook,  ace  could  only  swirl  memories  about  the  comfort  meal  that  has  become  his  favorite.  ever  since  he  joined  the  crew,  every  day  seemed  to  be  a  torture  for  him.  he  felt  like  a  caged  animal,  and  he  did  so  only  to  defend  his  own  crew,  to  find  a  hole  in  this  whole  situation  when  his  foot  stepped  on  his  father's  ship,  which  ace  tried  hard  to  kill  every  day.  it  was  surprising,  his  legs  were  free  to  roam  in  spite  of  ace  putting  up  a  fight,  shackles  and  chains  seemed  to  be  something  needed  when  in  his  hands  doused  with  live  fire,  or  the  weapons  found  themselves  in  a  huff.  

however,  he  failed  every  time.  the  cook  of  that  ship,  the  commander  of  the  fourth  division  greeted  him  first.  ever  since  ace  laid  down  on  the  planks  and  allowed  the  symbol  of  his  pride  to  be  tattooed  on  his  back,  when  his  father  accepted  him  no  matter  what  kind  of  bad  blood  ran  through  his  veins,  the  cook  became  one  of  his  closest  friends.  so  that  one  day  his  life  as  well  as  their  cooking  chats  would  quiet  down.  the  dirty  traitor,  the  one  who  needed  more  and  more  power  committed  the  ultimate  sin  against  the  family  that  was  the  whitebeard  crew.  to  this  day,  ace  feels  like  the  hatred  keeps  killing  him  inside,  eating  the  remains  of  his  own  control,  to  give  into  the  anger  he  stopped  feeling  so  long  ago,  since  leaving  goa  to  start  his  own  adventure.

he  pushed  back  one  of  the  chairs  so  he  could  sit  at  the  table,  maybe  that's  why  he  loved  spending  time  in  the  kitchen  so  much.  even  though  sanji  was  focused  on  cooking,  he  didn't  mind  the  silence.  it  was  the  kind  of  silence  that  was  soothing  in  a  way.  that's  exactly  how  he  spent  his  time  with  thatch,  sitting  and  watching  as  the  senior  cook  prepared  the  meal  to  make  everyone  sit  down  and  laugh,  drink  and  eat  to  their  heart's  content.  the  memories  still  cherished  within  his  firey  heart.  

a  small  sigh  passed  the  parted  lips,  while  staring  at  sanji's  back  the  cook  ready  to  prepare  the  required  equipment  for  the  meal  circling  within  ace's  head.  it  wasn't  complicated,  but  he  knew  that  he  himself  wouldn't  give  the  dish  as  much  love  as  thatch  or  sanji  would.  corners  of  his  lips  raised  into  a  small  smile,  his  back  leaned  against  the  chair,  making  a  small  squeak  when  moved  by  the  fire  fist's  weight.  ❝  stew.  not  some  special  one  with  any  additives.  just  stew.  ❞  he  answered,  looking  back  into  memories  of  what  ingredients  thatch  used.  ❝  i  don't  recall  anythin'  big,  just  ...  cook  it  as  if  you  were  cookin'  the  last  meal  for  your  crew,  'right  ?  ❞  

If Sanji had seen anything, he wasn’t going to say since it most likely wasn’t his place to say anything even if he could provide comfort. He wasn’t one to judge the thoughts that were running through Ace’s head though even if it was something that the other saw as a weakness. It was something that Sanji was familiar with, he knew how it felt to be powerless even before he became apart of Luffy’s crew. He was powerless before he was able to escape from Germa with the help of his oldest sister, he was powerless because he didn’t become like his siblings. He was quickly labeled as a failure and thrown behind the cold gray bars until his chance for freedom finally came. Freedom which helped land the blonde where he was standing now, it was because of Reiju that Sanji was able to find the people who actually cared about him. Find the friends and family he was able to rely on which started with the ones from the cruise ship, which started with the man who became his actual father. Luffy and the others came after. The crew wasn’t there when the events of Marineford took place because of the decision that was made for them, it was because of Kuma that they were sent far across the sea in different directions. They only had the words from the newspaper and the tales of Luffy and Ace were willing to share with them. And the discussions with Ivankov who was the ruler of the island that Sanji ended up being sent to for those two years, he took it as the chance to grow stronger though. 

Everyone here onboard this ship was familiar with loss though, it wasn’t the first time that they had experienced it either. There had been a person in their lives that they had lost whether it was at a young age or years later, Sanji lost his mother. Sanji lost the people who were supposed to be his biological family, but Judge was the fault for that. Judge was the reason why he no longer referred to them as his family besides Reiju, she was the only one who had his trust. It was Ace’s decision on what he wanted to do next while he most likely was dealing with the events on Marineford since they could still be fresh in his mind. It was unknown if he would reunite with his former crewmates who most likely had gone their separate ways after the death of Whitebeard. He was welcomed to stay here for as long as he wanted to, he had friends here. He had people here who he could trust, he had people here who wanted Ace here. The company from Ace was one that would be accepted in his kitchen, he wasn’t like Luffy who would cause nothing, but chaos. It was the reason why his reckless captain wasn’t allowed in the kitchen especially when it came to the pantry that he was determined to protect. The kitchen was his place though. The kitchen always helped him when he was trying to deal with the thoughts running through his head unless he couldn’t focus on cooking. 

“What’s the meal? I enjoy making comfort food, can you describe it to me? Or anything that might have gone into it?” The request was one that Sanji was willing to fulfill, especially if it was comfort food for Ace, a meal that he wouldn’t mind making for the sake of someone who was a friend. He didn’t know if he would be able to create it like the dish that the flamed devil user used to eat, but he would try. It was his duty as the crew’s chef to create food that would give them comfort and not have to worry about where their next meal was going to come from. He could understand not wanting to forget things from where they came from, he was the same way when it came to Zeff and the others back at the Baratie. Luffy and the other devil fruit users tended to cause Sanji to make a large meal daily “Luffy would eat through the entire pantry if he was allowed to.” He had gotten used to how much food Luffy could actually put away while he wasn’t surprised when it came to Ace either. They were brothers, brothers who had a lot in common though especially when it came to their love of food. Nodding his thanks, he started to pull out what he might possibly need for the sake of the meal that he was going to create. He had an idea on what the first meal was going to be since it was something that he had planned out last night. He would make the comfort food that Ace wanted as well though. Glancing toward him, he started to wash his hands “Sit wherever you would like.”

[dragonofthedepths]

28/100 (28th of June 2021)

(28/100) Written/ posted for the #100daysofwriting challenge by @the-wip-project

Sea child AU   28.6.21 (One Piece) Luffy sea child, Roger sea child, Garp earth/human blood, black silk sea worldbuilding, Thatch sea child 

Silence AU   28.6.21 (Marimashita! Iruma-kun) Delkira works like the Silence from Doctor Who, you can only remember him when you’re looking at him. This doesn’t effect anything of his pre-disappearance but it’s since then that this has been in effect. He’s actually still around and has stayed in pretty good contact with Sullivan and Poro and has then doing stuff for him via the power of implanted suggestion, they just can’t remember this when he’s not actually visiting them. Angst and implied political drama. 

[hailpiratekingrouge]

Izo x Thatch and/or Marco x Izo?

Does it count as anon if I have a hunch at who you are but i am not risking tagging you in case I am wrong? I don’t know their ship names so bear with me.

Warning: Suggestive themes

Ships: Mizo (Izo x Marco), Itch (Izo x Thatch)

SEND ME A SHIP and i’ll tell you: (Under the Cut)

who wakes up first in the morning

Mizo: They are both relatively early risers but I would say Marco is earlier but if hey’re sleeping in Izo’s room hen Marco gets to lie in bed for a few extra minutes watching his boyfriend get dressed or even get pulled into the shower with a smirking Izo. Marco may be Commander of the First Division but in the bedroom Izo is in command (this is way too much thirst in the morning XD)

Itch: Again, they’re both relatively early risers as commanders and Thatch is the head chef so he needs to start preparing breakfast for the whole crew. But there is so much spooning. Who is the big spoon? who is the small spoon? Simple, they switch. Just gently stroking the other’s hair, a finger grazing the other’s arm... if such an image got out of the bedroom no one would believe they were notorious commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates. 

who’s the first to fall asleep at night

Mizo: It switches between them on who falls asleep first. Izo makes sure that Marco doesn’t over work himself and gets some sleep himself and pulls him to bed but other times Izo does go to sleep earlier.

Itch: 

Before being stabbed by Teach: Thatch

After being stabbed by Teach: Thatch has difficulty falling asleep at night due to the nightmares that plague him and though he tries his best not to wake up Izo or deal with them on his own, Izo is there for his lover and would support him throughout.

what they playfully tease each other over (I’m terrible at these so I am going to skip these)

what they do when the other’s having a bad day

Mizo: They’re really calm men or at least hold it together for as long as they can until they’re alone or in the confines of the others arms before they break down. No one can understand the burden they carry to ensure everyone is held together when they are falling apart.

 They would approach the other when they feel the day hasn’t been treating them kindly. A gentle brush of the hand and ask if they’re okay and try and get the other to talk. Or take a bath together to just relax after a particularly crappy day.

Itch: They are quite attuned to the others emotions to be honest. Sensing the other is in some form of distress, the communication between the is almost nonverbal. But on really difficult days Thatch would bring Izo’s favourite comfort food (whether Izo would eat it or not) he’ll be there for his boyfriend. 

As for Izo he would sit by Thatch’s side when he wakes up from a nightmare or is having a panic attack, helps him breathe through and distract him until he regains his bearing, offering him a ear to listen.

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments

Mizo: Their arguments are more disagreements than anything but they’re grown men and know how to apologise

Itch: Same. They apologise like adults. Though sometimes Thatch sounds quite sheepish and there is a promise of making it up later.

which one’s more ticklish

People like to believe that it’s Marco & Thatch who are the most ticklish but it’s in fact Izo which Thatch takes full advantage of because no one would think Izo would be ticklish. (Getting elbowed is worth hearing Izo’s laugh)

their favourite rainy day activities

Mizo: Neither of them actually likes going in the rain during that time but they certainly enjoy the company of the other while watching the rain with a cup of coffee.

Itch: See, the kitchen is relatively warm in contrast to the cold winds brought by the rain. Izo and Thatch tend to cook together on rainy days (and the other cooks stay far away)

their most sickening shows of public affection

Mizo: Heavy makeout sessions

Itch:.... oh honey. They reach public indecency. It’s not even about PDA

[zorossugarmama]

Chapter 37 is beating my ass right now. I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote several different scenes and then decided to copy past certain paragraphs to different sections. Now... I'm on mf clean up duty. I should have it out by tomorrow (at some point) or the next day after.

I had like a last minute idea to add something into the story and now i'm paying the price for it. But, I am also super excited to add it cause I don't see it a lot in fics in general that play on the 'what could have been'. Hint hint, it has to do with Thatch *wink wink*

[asce-is-me]

It speaks for itself lol

[blacklegsanjiii]

Shirohige!Sanji headcanons

Suffered from light sensitivity and had the worst set of sunburns Marco has ever seen. Kid had to be wrapped almost head to toe in gauze for two months to protect the blisters and skin.

Sanji hated it.

He still suffers light sensitivity

Called Marco a "shitty fire bird" after two days of knowing him.

Has fallen asleep on White Beard, Marco, and Thatch because they're warm

He called White Beard "dad" on several occasions, the first time when he woke up from a nightmare to the man holding him.

He has also fallen asleep on Ace before they started dating

Became next in line for Fourth Division Commander after Thatch

Thatch is absolutely his favorite sibling

He has met Shanks and his crew several times and fed them all. Roux and him have fought over spices each time. Sanji was fourteen and Jozu had to carry him away from the fight before it got physical the first time.

He also started smoking at fourteen after several crew mates let him try their cigarettes after dealing with Roux.

Sanji has mandatory days off from the galley, he is not allowed inside it

There have been several incidents regarding Sanji's days off that include but are not limited to: White Beard tossing him over board, Marco picking him up and flying him around, and Jozu making the kid train so hard he caught fire

Teach poured water on him to put him out, Sanji considers that the only good he has ever done in his life

The first time he meets Ace after he's locked up for trying to kill White Beard he complimented Ace on his guts for trying to kill an emperor but also one of the most beloved men on the sea.

He's already tailoring meals for Ace after a day.

They allow Ace on deck as long as he wears some light seastone cuffs so he doesn't try to fly off or fight and Sanji lights a cigarette with his foot.

They start dating six months after Ace joins the crew.

He joins Ace to go to Wano and becomes friends with Yamato as well

His hands have the Shirohige emblem on the back

Zeff disapproves whole heartedly so Sanji wears gloves whenever he's helping Zeff with Baratie

Zeff's chivalry also doesn't really stick with him since he's there so rarely and Shirohige crews fight anyone and everyone

For whatever reason in the grand line no one recognizes him, Strawhats will point at his new world bounty and say they're going to crush that bounty

It's like 400 million beri because he's basically Ace's accomplice in everything and anything

That is also why his poster is like that

[pops-and-kids]

@ask-redhorns in relation to this

“.....Thank you, miss.”

[kdfilessfw]

Rough version of a wing!au for the Whitebeard Pirates

Different wing types