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sh4nksslvt · 3 months ago

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Sea Kings, Smart Mouths, and Stolen Hearts

A wandering scholar with the rare ability to read the Poneglyphs finds themselves entangled in the chaotic world of the Whitebeard Pirates.

PART 3 OF READER WHO CAN READ PONEGLYPH

whitebeard pirates x gn!reader ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT

main characters: Ace, Thatch, Izou, Marco

tags: fluff, sfw, harem, soft

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs cringe and oc

word count: 1.2k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

The Moby Dick was a floating temple of chaos.

You’d been on board for exactly three hours when you witnessed a fistfight over the last bottle of rum, a man juggling knives while drunk off his ass, and someone trying to arm-wrestle a literal sea king. And for some reason, every single one of them tried to rope you into it.

You were sitting on a barrel near the railing, minding your own damn business, when a piece of driftwood floated by — a small, smooth thing, carved with ancient script.

Your fingers twitched.

The words called to you. Whispered in a tongue long dead to the world. It was harmless, but old. You reached out, brushing your fingers over it, murmuring softly.

“Hey, what’re you doin’?”

You didn’t even flinch when the voice broke your concentration. You finished reading the last word before looking up. A man stood there, grin too big for his face, hair looks like bread, scar on side of his eye. He's sun-browned and scarred, and a bottle swung lazily in his hand.

“Talking to wood,” you said dryly.

He barked out a laugh. “Name’s Thatch. I like you already.”

“Is it because I didn’t scream?”

“Nope. It’s ‘cause you look like you’re about to either murder someone or seduce ‘em. That’s a rare vibe to pull off.”

You quirked a brow but said nothing. Thatch clapped you on the back anyway, nearly sending you overboard.

“C’mon,” he said. “You can sulk better at the fire.”

Dinner on the Moby Dick was less of a meal and more of a battle royale.

Men shouted, meat sizzled over open flames, and ale flowed like water. You sat at the edge of it, quietly nursing a cup of something that tasted like regret and old socks.

A man with fiery freckles and a grin to match dropped into the seat beside you. He immediately reached for your drink.

You grabbed his wrist without looking.

“Mine.”

He blinked, then grinned wider. “Name’s Ace. You’re the new one, huh?”

“No,” you deadpanned. “I’m the old one. I’ve just been invisible this whole time.”

Ace snorted. “Smartass.”

Thatch appeared behind him, slinging an arm around both your shoulders. “Told you, Ace �� they’re my favorite.”

You were already plotting his demise.

It didn’t take long for the others to circle.

A man with long, flowing hair and sharp eyes introduced himself as Izou. He looked you up and down like you were a puzzle with missing pieces.

“You’re strange,” he said, not unkindly.

“Thanks.”

“I like strange.”

You raised your cup in salute.

And then there was Marco.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just watched you from across the fire, golden eyes flickering like dying embers. When he finally approached, you were standing alone on the deck, staring up at a sky so thick with stars it made your teeth ache.

“You’re not like them,” Marco said quietly.

“Observant.”

He smirked. “What’s your deal?”

You hesitated. But the truth felt easier here, in the dark.

“I read things,” you said. “Things I shouldn’t be able to. Ancient things.”

“Poneglyphs.”

You stiffened, and Marco’s smirk turned sharp.

“Relax,” he murmured. “Your secret’s safe. Pops wouldn’t give a damn. Most of us wouldn’t either.”

You eyed him. “And you?”

“I find it interesting.”

You snorted. “You would.”

His laugh was soft. “Smartmouth.”

The next day, some poor idiots tried to attack the Moby Dick.

They came in hot — four ships bristling with cannons and swords, foaming at the mouth about bounties and revenge. You barely blinked.

The crew went feral.

Ace leapt into the fray with fire on his heels, Thatch laughing as he tossed knives with deadly precision. Izou shot a man out of mid-air, unfazed as blood misted the deck.

One fool broke through the chaos and made a beeline for you.

“Oi, scholar!” he sneered. “You’re worth a fortune!”

You sighed.

Raising a hand, you spoke a word older than kingdoms, and the man’s sword crumbled to dust in his grip.

He paled.

You spoke again, and the air around him shimmered — his boots turned to brittle stone, cracking beneath him. The third word sent him flying backward with a force that shattered the nearest mast.

The crew went dead silent.

Ace let out a long, low whistle. “Yo.”

“Did you see that?” Thatch yelped. “That was badass.”

Izou eyed you like you’d just turned into his favorite thing.

Marco, perched on the highest beam, grinned.

“Not helpless, then.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hardly.”

After that, you became a sort of legend.

The scholar who spoke to stones and made enemies vanish with a word. The one even sea kings gave a wide berth.

And the harem started forming before you could stop it.

Thatch started bringing you food, drinks, and increasingly ridiculous trinkets (“This is a seashell shaped like a butt, you’re welcome.”).

Ace followed you everywhere. Literally everywhere. You once found him outside the bathroom.

“What,” you demanded.

He shrugged. “Felt like it.”

"tsk."

Izou taught you how to braid hair. His hands were surprisingly gentle for a man who could blow your head off without blinking.

And Marco? He made it worse.

Sitting beside you at night, speaking of things he shouldn’t remember. Old places, lost names. His hand brushing yours when no one was looking.

You should’ve run.

You didn’t.

And the comedy never stopped.

Like the time Ace tried to fight a giant crab to impress you and got pinched in a place no man should ever get pinched.

Or when Thatch bet you couldn’t outdrink him and passed out three shots in, leaving you to doodle a mustache on his face.

Or when Izou declared you’d look better in one of his kimonos and actually wrestled you into one. (It did look good. You never admitted it.)

Even Marco wasn’t safe. You caught him napping once, a seagull perched on his head. You didn’t tell him. You let it happen.

Then came the Poneglyph.

Buried in the heart of a ruined island, half-sunken beneath the sea. You felt it before you saw it — an ache in your chest, a pulse beneath your skin.

The crew followed you in.

“This place gives me the creeps,” Thatch muttered.

“Maybe ‘cause it’s cursed,” Ace said, poking a skull.

“Both of you shut up,” Izou hissed.

You found the slab in the heart of the ruin. Black stone, ancient words glowing faintly. It sang to you.

And like an idiot, you answered.

You spoke the words.

Power thrummed through the ground, the air, your bones. The sea roared. The sky cracked.

The world shifted.

When you opened your eyes, you were on your knees. Marco was crouched beside you, worry in his gaze.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded, breathless. “Yeah.”

“What did it say?”

You hesitated. “War’s coming.”

His jaw tightened.

But then Ace clapped you on the back, nearly toppling you. “If anyone’s startin’ a war with you on our side, they’re screwed.”

Thatch grinned. “Dibs on being your right-hand man.”

Izou smirked. “I call left.”

Marco chuckled. “I’ll be wherever you need me.”

You sighed. “You’re all idiots.”

But you didn’t feel alone anymore.

That night, on the deck beneath a sky bleeding silver, Marco sat beside you.

“You belong here, y’know,” he said quietly.

You didn’t answer.

“Not just as some scholar. As one of us.”

You stared at the sea. “Even if I’m dangerous?”

He shrugged. “So are we.”

He touched your hand, fingers curling around yours.

“Besides,” Marco added, a grin tugging at his lips, “you still owe me a drink.”

You smiled.

For the first time in years, it felt easy.

“Deal.”

#one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece #whitebeard pirates #whitebeard crew #portgas d ace #portgas ace x reader #izou one piece #marco the phoenix #thatch one piece #oc #fluff #soft #idk man

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crazycat010 · 4 months ago

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Jealousy Jealousy

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Based on the song "Jealousy Jealousy" by Olivia Rodrigo.

PART 2 : Scars

PART 3 : I chose you

Warnings: insecurities, angst, sad, small fluff, reader loses her friend because of a new girl named Natasha (sorry if that's your name), unrequited love, mention of death and sacrificing yourself for Humanity's sake. Sad angsty ending but I'll do a part 2 if you want.

Reader insert, no reference to reader's body so it can be seen as female, gender neutral and male reader

"All your friends are so cool, you go out every night In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're living the life Got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend too I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you"

“Y/n?”

“Earth to Y/n?”

“Y/NNNN!” Hange yelled, pulling you out of your daydream.

“Sh!t sorry. I zoned out, again.” You explained yourself, trying to look anywhere but in your friend’s eyes.

“It’s what you’ve been doing this whole week. Just ask him out already!” She whisper-yelled.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” You replied stubbornly.

“C’mon Y/n, you’ve liked him since you first met him! If you don’t tell him how you feel now, you may never get the chance to!” Petra added.

“Thanks a lot you guys…” You said, slumping back in your seat lazily. How were you supposed to tell him, your Captain, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, The Levi Ackerman, you were in love with him and had been for years now. You’d probably just make it weird and ruin your friendship with him, because no way in hell did he reciprocate your feelings.

“You know what? If you’re not going to tell him, I will!” Hange said resolute and determined to end your suffering. She had been your best friend since you’d graduated from being simple Cadets and knew better than anyone how much you were actually worth though also how much you thought lowly of yourself because of your insecurities and negative thoughts.

“WHAT?! NO!” You didn’t notice you’d raised your voice until you realized everyone was staring at you.

Your face became beet red as you waved it off with a small “Don’t worry, everything’s fine. We’re all fine.” Successfully getting everyone to go back to what they were previously doing.

“I wasn’t lying before, I’ll tell him if you don’t.” She went back to whispering, drawing your attention back to the stressful topic.

“Okay, okay fine. I’ll tell him! I just, need to get us a moment together, the perfect moment. I’ll think about it tomorrow, when I go to my parents’ house.”

Your friends, including Mike, Oluo, Eld and Gunther, high-fived each other victoriously, but were quick to act nonchalant as soon as they saw their Captain approaching you.

“What’s happening? I heard some commotion coming from here just minutes ago.” He asked, eyeing you all with his usual scowl.

Suddenly, your shoes became a very interesting view as Hange quickly answered: “Don’t worry Captain. Nothing happened! Y/n here was just…telling us about a few hand-to-hand combat techniques and discussing them with the team.”

He glanced at your petrified form questioningly, but swiftly came to the decision it was not an important matter.

“Anyways, I wanted to tell you, tomorrow a new member will be joining the Levi Squad, I want you all to welcome her but most importantly make sure to get along with her.” He continued.

You and the rest of the team stared at each other with a shocked expression on your face, though Petra was the first to speak up: “You referred to the new member with a her, so I suppose she’s a girl. Who is she?”

“Yeah, and when will we meet her?” Eld chimed in.

“Her name is Natasha and you’ll all meet her tomorrow morning at training, the rest, you can ask her for yourself.” He answered before retreating back to his office to finish writing the last papers before going to bed.

“Well, that’s new…” Eld said.

“Who even is she? I mean, she must be great with her skills and everything if Levi accepted her in our team.” Oluo said.

“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow. You don’t know anything about this, do you Hange?” Gunther sighed, running a hand through his neatly combed hair.

“I’m just as surprised as you are. How about you Mike?” The scientist returned the question to the silent blonde.

“Don’t look at me! I know about this just as much as you do.” He raised his hands in the air defensively.

“So she’s suddenly joining the team, nobody knows about her and Levi promptly refuses to tell us anything. She sure was able to become the center of attention before even coming.” Erd said.

“Hey Y/n, you okay?” Hange questioned you.

You had zoned out again…This Natasha girl sounded quite mysterious, but most of all, you weren’t accustomed to Levi’s eyes subtly lighting up when he talked about someone.

“Yeah, yeah don’t worry. I’m just tired, that’s all. In fact, I think I’mma head to bed, anybody coming with?” You got up from your seat lazily.

“Nah. I still have a few hours left to enjoy in me. See you in two days, right?” Gunther replied for everyone.

“Yeah.” You walked alone to your bedroom as unanswered questions swirled through your mind, mostly regarding Natasha and Levi. You pushed them down though, because they surely weren’t gonna ruin your free day with your parents.

The next day you woke up early and headed to town, where your parents owned a bakery. Your family’s apartment was right over it and you could still recall how much you used to help your parents when they were at work, sometimes getting scolded for not wanting to go to bed. You didn’t spend as much time there now, but Levi usually left you a few free days per month to visit your parents, and you sometimes also brought the rest of your team with you to have a hearty meal by the fireplace.

As always, your parents were marveled to see you and the day flew by too quickly. In the blink o an eye, you were back at the Scout’s, going to bed earlier than usual because of the tiredness caused by all the riding.

The next day, you were woken up by a ray of sunshine seeping through your window and illuminating the room.

You saw your companion Petra soundly sleeping on the bed on the other side of the room, so you dressed yourself without making any noise and walked your way to the stables.

“Hello Grass Goblin!” You saluted your hooved friend smirking happily. Her real name was Lily, in honor of the beautiful flowers you put in her hair when you braided it, but you’d had her for so much time you had become besties to the point the nickname rolled off your tongue more naturally than her real name.

You brought your horse out for a ride, fed her and combed her hair into a beautiful braid with a few flowers tucked in between.

Before you’d realized, it wast time for you to go to training, which meant you’d finally get to meet this mysterious Natasha.

You were sure you had arrived on time, nonetheless, the moment you stepped into the training area you found your team, Levi and an unfamiliar blondie chatting loudly and carelessly, as if they had been friends since forever.

To say this whole situation weirded you out was an understatement: your teammates had taken days or even months to warm up to you, and if Levi talked to you now it was only thanks to the years of hard work and missions done for and with him. Nonetheless, they had become best friends with this new chick in what, a day and a half? From where you stood, you could also see Levi smiling. Okay, what? Like, you didn’t even think the word “smile” existed in his vocabulary and suddenly he was there, grinning ear to ear in the face of this new kid?!

You approached the laughing group in a matter of minutes with a weird: “Hey guys!”

The moment they saw you, they all shut up and stopped laughing, turning to look at their shoes or share strange looks with each other.

You shrugged it off: focusing on this situation wouldn’t bring you any good and you still had to figure out a way to talk to Levi about your feelings.

Levi spoke up: “So, for today’s training we’ll divide the team into pairs and do some exercises in the woods. Form the pairs and go grab your horses, we’ll meet there in 10. Oh, and Gunther, you’re coming with me.”

Gunther visibly slumped, shoulders dropping as he prepared himself mentally for hours of scoldings and glares from his Captain.

As soon as Levi was out of range, you hit Gunther lightly in the shoulder, telling him ironically: “C’mon man, wasn’t it your dream to work with the Levi Ackerman?”

“Yeah, until I actually started working with him! He scolds me so much I wouldn’t be surprised if he got angry with me because of my favorite color.”

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked him, heading to the stables once again.

“Blue, yours?”

“Don’t really have one. I like all bright colors equally, though it depends on the day.”

“You know what? I ain’t even gonna ask you questions. Learned my lesson over the years.” He laughed, departing to go get his horse.

Oluo and Erd had formed a pair, and you saw Petra chatting with Anastasia on the other side of the stables, so you went to ask her: “Hi Anastasia! Hi Petra! Would you like to be in pair with me for the exercises?”

“Sorry Y/n, I’m already with Anastasia and we can’t be in three…” She tried to explain herself.

“Because…?” What was up with her? Levi always let you form groups of three with another teammate whenever someone was missing.

“Because we can’t, okay? Stop asking dumb questions!” She basically hissed at you, annoyed.

Okay, what was happening? You’re away for what, a night and a couple of hours and they all hate you out of the blue? You watched as the two girls got on their horses, giggling like two teenage girls and rode off, not even bothering to wait for you.

A wave of sadness washed over you, and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes, yet you took all your strong will and pushed them back, not wanting to show the vulnerable side of you for idiotic situations like this. You had always been very emotional, and nobody before your team and Hange had ever gone out of their way to help you or talk to you. When you’d joined the Cadets you were pretty much of a loner, but Hange had managed to get you out of your shell and you’d learned how to make friends, eventually leading to you befriending the infamous ‘Levi Squad’.

However, you were probably overthinking it all, as usual. Your friends wouldn’t possibly leave you just like this, with no warning or reason whatsoever, right?

You headed to the woods’ entrance, were the rest of your team was awaiting you.

“So, are all the pairs formed?” Levi asked.

“Yeah” Everybody answered, except for you, though he didn’t notice it and went off to explain the exercises to everyone.

The training had been agonizingly long and painful and, as soon as sundown approached, you were all eager to get off your horses, eat something and skedaddle to bed as quickly as possible.

“Hey guys, how about we all have dinner together?” You suggested.

“Sorry Y/n, but me and Natasha wanted to eat together and then chat for a bit.” Petra apologized.

“No can do, me and the boys are going in town. Sorry.” Erd answered.

“Oh…Okay. That’s fine, it’s absolutely fine. I-I mean, it’s not like we don’t already see each other every day right?” You said awkwardly.

Petra offered you an apologetic smile and then went off with her new friend, the boys getting their horses to the stables.

You didn’t exactly know what you would do that night, but perhaps you could wait for Hange to finish her shift at the Lab and have dinner with her.

After hours spent wandering around the huge building, it was finally the time of the end of her shift, so you ran to her study eager to tell her about your day and hear about hers, as you did almost every night.

“Hangeeeee!!!” You exclaimed, barging into her room with a big smile plastered on your face, excitement etched all over your features.

“Hey Y/n!” She responded. There was something off about the way she was acting, and you’d noticed how she was way less happy to see you than usual, so you decided to investigate: “What’s up with you today?”

“Listen Y/n, I’m truly sorry. I know you’ve been waiting for me to finish this job for hours so we could eat together, but I already had something planned tonight and I really don’t want to miss it. You wouldn’t mind if we skipped today’s daily catch up, right?” She pleaded.

You were taken aback, what has happening? You’re absent for a day and suddenly nobody can eat or spend time with you?

“So…?” She asked again, seeing as you’d zoned out.

“Y-yeah yeah, ’s fine don’t worry.” You gave her a tight lipped smile, shutting the door behind you and going outside on a walk to clear your mind.

The next few days were spent like this, everyone seemingly avoiding your presence. Hange had started having more and more plans at dinner so you never actually got to talk, and the rest of your team were just ignoring you, making up fake excuses in order to not spend time with you. However, you’d noticed how they always regrouped with Natasha. One day, you decided you wanted to get to know this new girl, and with only good intentions in your heart, you approached her while she chatted with Petra and Hange. What you didn’t expect, however, was the side eye she gave you, chuckling under her breath and asking: “Who’re you?”

“I’m Y/n, one of your teammates.” You answered.

“Really? Didn’t think Levi would ever choose a comrade so ugly and annoying.” She continued, though facing your two ex-friends now: “C’mon girls. Have you ever seen her actually do anything? She spends all the training just drooling at our Captain.”

You looked at her in utter confusion, turning to your friends as Hange grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the pathetic blondie.

“Who the fuck does she think she is?” You hissed.

“Hey Y/n, calm down, you’re overreacting. I swear she’s nice, you just need to get used to her.”

“So what, you’re like defending her now?” You scoffed, not wanting to believe your best friend of a lifetime was turning against you.

“Why? Can’t I? She’s my friend.” Hange replied.

“You’re my friend too!” You spat back.

She didn’t say anything, so you took that as your cue to leave.

You locked yourself in your room and didn’t get out for hours, crying and sobbing because it suddenly felt like you were unwanted and unloved, just like the first time you’d come here.

You needed some fresh air, so you decided to head out for a ride with Lily. Just as you got out of the building, you heard some loud chatter and a faint smell of marshmallows coming from the other side of the building.

You followed the noise, realizing it came from the porch were you usually ate dinner around a fire with your friends, before the whole Natasha-thing happened.

You hid behind a pillar, recognizing all your friends’ voices, trying to recompose yourself in order to go see what all this was about without letting your troubled side show.

The first thing you saw were your friends in a circle, rounded around a fire, roasting marshmallow on wooden sticks. The next thing, though, is what hurt you the most: Natasha was sitting on a boy’s lap, kissing him passionately, her marshmallow long forgotten on the ground. As they separated themselves to catch their breath, giggling like high schoolers, you recognized your Captain and love of a lifetime as the one who was kissing her. He was looking at her so affectionately, completely focused on her and with a love sick look in his eyes you’d never seen him with.

Is this what your friends had been doing every night behind your back?

Tears streaming down your face, you stomped in the area, all your friends suddenly noticing your presence as the chatter ended in a matter of seconds.

Nobody dared to look at your fiery eyes, opting to look at the ground instead.

“What is this?” You broke the silence, venom in your words.

Hange was the first one to get up, trying to get your wrist like she always did when she wanted you to calm down. “Y/n please.”

“Oh don’t you Y/n me! You hung out together, leaving me out for all this time, not even once thinking about asking me to join, when I’ve been inviting you to eat together every single day.” You said, words latched with anger.

“We can explain, please Y/n!” She pleaded you, but you slapped her hand off of you, repelled by her.

“No, we don’t need to explain ourselves to her, do we guys?” Natasha had rose up to her feet, facing you with a smug smirk.

“She’s right Y/n. Can’t we have other friends? Or do we have to spend every second of our lives with you?” Petra argued, going to stand by her new friend.

“Spend every…What the heck you guys? I’m away for one day and you all suddenly hate me?” You were trying as hard as you could to not let your emotions get in the way, but it was noticeable how your voice had cracked mid-sentence.

“We don’t hate you Y/n. We’re just tired…” Gunther answered lazily, not tearing his gaze away from his half burnt marshmallow.

“Of what Gunther? Tired of what?”

“Of you Y/n! Don’t you understand? They’re all sick of you trying to always be the center of attention, you’re useless and you act so childishly and god, you’re so damn emotional!” Natasha said.

You simply stared at them, tears pooling in your eyes and body trembling as your mind wasn’t able to register what was happening. All your greatest fears were coming to life: your friends had turned their back on you and hated you with all their guts. They’d eventually leave you and you’d become the same lonely loser you always had been.

“We’re sorry we had to break it to you this way, but she’s right, Y/n. We’re tired of you.” Erd finally spoke up, his voice lacking the usual warmth you once found comfort in.

It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. Your chest tightened, a suffocating weight pressing down on you. Their words rang in your ears, over and over again, slicing through you like a thousand tiny blades.

Your lips parted, but no words came out—just a sharp inhale, like a drowning person gasping for breath. Your fingers clenched into fists at your sides, trying to steady yourself, but it was pointless. The trembling wouldn’t stop.

Then, your eyes found him.

Levi stood there, arms crossed, his usual unreadable expression in place. He hadn't spoken, hadn’t even looked at you properly. But what shattered you completely was what he didn’t do—he didn’t defend you. Not once.

Because he didn’t care.

Not about you. Not like you had hoped.

Not like he did for her.

Natasha was standing close to him, too close, her hand brushing against his arm as she smirked at you, victorious. And Levi let it happen. He let her claim him, let her act like she belonged by his side.

A choked sob escaped before you could stop it. You felt the tears spill over, warm against your cheeks as your body moved on its own.

You ran.You pushed past them, ignoring Hange’s desperate call of your name, ignoring the sting of their words echoing in your mind.

Your feet carried you blindly through the hallways of the barracks, past flickering candlelight and empty corridors, until you reached the safety of your dorm.

Slamming the door shut behind you, you collapsed onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow as the sobs wracked your body.

You had never felt more alone.

You had lost them.

And worst of all… you had lost him.

The next day you woke up with a throbbing headache, eyes puffy from all the crying and snot filling your nostrils.

You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground, your heart heavy and tight. You could hear their voices outside your room—Levi and Natasha laughing, talking easily. Your stomach twisted.

The sound of it was enough to send you spiraling into a pit of self-doubt.

You’d spent so much time pushing those feelings down. Trying to convince yourself you were strong, that you weren’t someone to get lost in jealousy, but now, it was impossible to ignore.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to shut out the thoughts that swirled in your mind. Natasha was everything you weren’t. Beautiful. Confident. Easy to talk to. And Levi... Levi always looked at her like she was perfect. You could see it, even when Natasha wasn’t around. It was the way he smiled when she walked into a room, the way his gaze lingered just a little too long.

He’d never look at you like that.

Your fingers ran through your hair, the weight of the realization sinking in. The truth you refused to see until now was clear. Levi would never love you the way he loved Natasha. He wouldn’t even have to think twice about it. Natasha had everything—beauty, grace, strength. All you had were scars, insecurities, and the weight of your own broken heart.

You’d never been able to see yourself the way Levi saw you, and now... now you didn’t know how to make him see you differently. You weren’t enough. You were never going to be enough.

Your breath hitched as you looked in the mirror. Your reflection was a stranger—a girl who had tried so hard to fit in, to pretend she was something she wasn’t, to make herself worthy of the things she could never have. You weren’t Natasha. You’d never be Natasha.

Your fingers brushed the scars that marked your skin—physical reminders of all the things you’d lost, all the parts of yourself you could never get back.

And then there was Levi.

You knew you could never ask him to choose you over Natasha. Natasha was everything you weren’t. She had beauty that drew people in, confidence that made everyone love her. You didn’t have that. You were just... ordinary, bruised, broken.

"He doesn’t love me," you whispered under your breath, your voice barely audible. "He loves her.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, and you hated yourself for feeling this way, for being so weak, for letting your insecurities get the best of you. But it was undeniable. Every time you saw the way Levi looked at Natasha, you couldn’t help but feel like you were competing with a version of yourself you could never reach.

Your heart felt like it was cracking. Maybe you’d fooled yourself into thinking he could love you.

Maybe he did, but he would always love Natasha more.

Your chest tightened, the tears starting to blur your vision. You wiped them away angrily.

No, you couldn’t be this girl. You couldn’t let jealousy take over. But the truth was clear now. Levi would never see you the way you wanted him to.

With an agonizingly slow pace, you got ready for today’s mission: you and the rest of the Levi Squad were going to head out of the Walls. You couldn’t leave now, not when the formation included you as a spotter for Titans, but perhaps you could free them of your presence after the mission.

You didn’t go to breakfast, stomach closed and eating having become only a small problem at the end of the list of the things you had to fix, or end, in this case.

With an empty look in your eyes, you headed to the stables, finding your teammates also getting ready for the mission.

They were silent, though for once, you didn’t want to break the silence. You started to realize how much it was valuable: it wasn’t something you needed to fill anymore, but something that filled you.

You sensed their apologetic looks, Natasha’s victorious smile and Levi’s usual cold yet troubled gaze, but you kept your eyes trained on the ground in front of you, or on the surrounding land once you were out of the walls.

As you were returning after a long day of scouting, a group of Titans approached you, running at an insane speed.

“They’re catching up on us!” Petra exclaimed, terror filling the senses of you all.

“What do we have to do Levi?” Natasha asked her new boyfriend.

“We have to keep riding, let’s hope we can reach the walls in time.” He replied.

“We’re never gonna make, they’re running way faster than usual!” Erd said.

“The Captain told us to keep riding, so shut up and do what you’ve been ordered to!” Gunther scolded you, putting everyone back in position.

Suddenly, the Walls came into view: you’d made it, you were going to live!

Your hope was quick to die however, as you looked back and saw the Titans at barely miles apart. They would have reached you before you could make it back.

You were all going to die! You had to do something!

You took a long breath, a peaceful smile appearing on your face.

“Why are you smiling? We’re going to die!” Petra asked you, worried.

“No you’re not. You’re not going to die today…” You’d made your decision, yet deep down, you’d always known. You loved your friends and cared about them too deeply to let them die at the hands of such monstrous creatures. Even though they had all been little sh!ts to you in the past few days, they were all the most loving and caring souls one could find inside the walls. Without looking back, they’d offered their lives, sacrificing their future for a greater good, in order to save Humanity, even though nobody was there to save them. They were skilled warriors and Humanity would already have been destroyed it it weren’t for their work. They were far more valuable than you were, and Humanity couldn’t lose them. You would rather have them and your parents alive but sad, than everybody dead because you didn’t have the courage to do what needed to be done.

“Just know that, I love you guys, and I’ll always carry you in my heart, no matter what you’ve done or said. Oh, and tell my parents I love them too, alright?” You continued your last speech, realization dawning over your friends as they looked back at you in horror.

Too late did they start yelling your name, for you’d already slowed down your horse to a walk, turning to face the group of beasts.

“Keep riding! She’s saving us! Don’t let her sacrifice be in vain.” Levi yelled, urging his horse and companions forward, closer to the walls and further from their friend.

You watched as they disappeared from your view, nothing but little black dots in a sea of green, a few tears trailing down your chin.

This was it, the end. If you’d known you would’ve died so soon, you probably would’ve hugged your parents tighter that day, but it was too late to regret your choices now. Your time had arrived, you may be forgotten, but you would have done your job to keep humanity safe for a bit longer. A determined look fell on your face, as you turned around to face the Titans. You were going to die, you were sure of it, but you sure as heck weren’t going down without a fight!

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alexa-yukiyu · 29 days ago

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I don't know if your still taking request but, can you do platonic whitebeard pirates x tween reader who is a marine but is so chill. Tween reader didn't want to be a marine but they have a super powerful devil fruit and are being forced by the World Goverment to train. Tween reader and there group they are training under gets captured by the Whitebeared pirates.

But Tween reader is so polite and low-key chill and apologizes for there coworkers rudeness. They are really hungry and ask if there is a chef on board to make some food because they haven't eaten all day from training. Lets be honest whitebeard would never turn a child down, the Whitebeard pirates are like: why is this polite child with the marines????? Hell tween reader even offers to help wash the dishes when they are done, not out of fear but them just being genuine because the a bunch of pirates didn't have to feed reader but they did anyway.

Last Resort ft Whitebeard pirates

Yahooo! Here we go an actual update after so long, I ‘m onto putting together the next one and we speak and hopefully I will get at least one done during my plane ride. Anon I ‘m not sure if you’re still here but I hope this is somewhat under the lines you were looking for

I also wanted to take some time to thank @hannahbarberra162 for helping me get through this block I had and helping me get the fic done. So if you have time please go check her out she is an amazing author and I am sure you will fall in love with her writings!

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc readers!

“Ah! I’m so glad we got that mission done. I am so hungry,” Dokucha sighed, sitting on the ship’s main deck as they stretched their arms, a small smile on their face.

“It’s all thanks to you, Dokucha!” One of the marines excitedly prattled, many behind him echoing his sentiment.

“Oh! Thank you, Arnold, but you are underestimating the strength you and the rest of you guys have. I assure you the mission could not be complete if you were not here; after all, I am just a child.”

“Dokucha!” the marines cried, elated at their superior’s words. Within the Marines, it was not uncommon to find higher-ups who looked at those ranked below them as just that, something that was beneath them. Even rarer were higher-ups who maintained respect towards them; such reason was why the crew was so enamored by the young Commodore and faithfully followed them despite their age.

“Hahaha! That's what makes you so amazing, Dokucha; you are merely twelve and have already been given the rank of a Commodore and under Sengoku himself, no less!” Arnold continued as he gave the tween a pat on the back, a proud smile on his face.

“Ah, I’m sure I have only made it this far because of my fruit,” They called as they lifted their hand, watching as some debris on the deck slowly levitated in synchrony with their motion.

“Anyone can eat a devil fruit, Dokucha, but not everyone can Master at the speed you have done; you are deserving of your title.”

“Too bad it is not able to help with our ration situation,” They called, smoothly moving past the topic, much to the marine’s chagrin.

“Don’t worry, Commodore; we are sure to encounter pirates on the way to headquarters, so I’m sure we can raid one of their ships; I’m sure the scumbags won’t mind after we get rid of them.”

They shook their head at his words but made no further comment as they waved the Captain off.

“C-Commodore! It’s the Whitebeard pirates.” One of the lookouts cried, launching the marines into action mode, and both the Commodore and the Captain made their way to the bow, easily spotting the mothership of the Emperor slowly approaching them.

“Men to your positions! Prepare the Canons!” The Captain roared only to be stopped as the Commodore raised a hand his way

“No. Stand down”

“C-Commodore?”

“We are no match for them; if we engage them in a fight, we are sure to die; our only hope here is to try to talk our way out,” they reasoned.

“We have you! Commodore!”

“Yes, and they have over a hundred, many of which have bounties of over a million and sometimes even over a billion. I am thankful for your faith in me, but I cannot take a whole crew alone, much less an emperor, so please stand down.”

The marine continued to stare at the child, seemingly conflicted about following such orders until, finally, he let out a sigh.

“Very Well, Commodore; We trust you.”

“Thank you. I will try to make contact with them to see if we can make a deal; in the meantime, attempt to sail away; it is the best we can do in this situation!” they called as they hurriedly made their way below deck.

“Yes! Commodore!” The Marines called as they began to move into their needed positions

However, as they began discussing how they could get away from this situation, a voice called from the water, Startling the marines as they took their eyes off The Moby dick and began to search for the source.

“C’mon! You made it all the way here, so why not join the party?!”

“Who?!”

“Right here, pal,” the same voice called from behind them. They turned around, hearts sinking as they spotted the Second Division Commander on the deck of their ship. With their eyes on the mothership, they had failed to notice the infamous Strider leaving the galleon and speeding their way to the marine vessel.

“You can’t possibly think that we would simply let you barge into our territory and leave unscathed, did you?” Much to their horror, he teased as he ignited his fist in fire.

It took him a few minutes to completely take over the ship. He made easy work of the marines as he sat on the vessel’s deck completely at ease, ignoring the various insults the men were furiously throwing at him.

“Am I setting it on fire?” He questioned, looking up at Marco, who had made landfall on the ship shortly after Ace had finished rounding up all the marines on the deck.

“Yes, but we have to get rid of them first to make sure none of them gets out; one of our islands is nearby, and the last thing we need is a rogue marine causing a ruckus in it-yoi.”

“Alright,” he called, shooting up and dusting nonexistent dust from his hands as he made his way to the tied-up men, pulling out his dagger.

“No hard feelings, gentlemen,” he called with a grin as he lowered the weapon to the first marine, only to let out a surprise sound as the knife left his hands, seemingly being pulled by an invisible force and into the hands of a newcomer.

“I must ask you not to harm my men,” they called.

“Your men?”

“Dokucha! You’re back! Show these scumbags who they are messing with!” one of the Marines called elatedly, only to frown as they simply shook their head.

“I do apologize for my men. I hope you can understand their standing towards one we are trained to take down,” they began as they walked closer to the men, placing themselves between the commanders and the Marines. They extended the knife back to Ace, who hesitantly grabbed it, beyond confused at their words.

“Dokucha! You don’t have to step down to their level! Please!” One of the Marines cried

“Just leave this to me, alright?” they called with a small smile, turning back to the two men in front of them.

“Not every day a marine apologizes to pirates-yoi.”

“Well, it was our mistake to come into your territory, so it’s only fair to own to my mistakes.” they shrugged.

“Well, I’m glad one of you finally understands you’re mistaken. I like ya, kid! “Ace calls, bouncing up from his previous confusion as he throws the tween a grin

“That being said, we are of no threat to you, and as you can see, I have no intention of engaging with you or the mothership and must ask that you let us go.”

“You seem reasonable-yoi so you can understand why we cannot do that. If we let one intruder go by, many more will come into our territory thinking the same will apply to them; next thing you know, our islands and the people we protect in them will be put in danger.”

“I do understand that, so why don’t you take me as a hostage?”

Ace let out a small whistle at their statement, impressed at their bold suggestion.

“Dokucha!”

“No!”

“Please don’t worry about us.”

“You will have the ship’s commander with you and send my men back as a warning; that would suffice, right?” they call, ignoring their men’s cries.

“You’re awfully calm for someone who is basically offering to get kidnapped,” Ace mused.

“I pride myself in keeping calm. There’s no good screaming it out, right?”

“You’re good at it.”

“Thank you”

Marco rolls his eyes at the interaction, but one can see an amusement growing in his eyes at the ridiculous exchange going on before him. Fishing out a small cuff from his pocket, he extends it to the tween, urging them to grab it.

“Alright, your crew can leave if you stay-yoi,” Marco agreed, watching as they seemed to breathe at the news. Fishing out a small cuff from his pocket, he extended it to the tween and urged them to grab it, watching as the kid did so, nearly buckling down in the process.

“This is-

“Seastone,” Marco confirmed

“Sorry, kid, we don’t know what your devil fruit is capable of or what your intentions are, but! As soon as we clear that up, we will take it off!” Ace promised

“But.” Marco cut in, his previous amusement now gone as he began addressing both the Commodore and the crew behind them.

“If they make any movement that is not to leave our territory or if they come back, no amount of negotiating will change the outcome-yoi.” He finished; he didn’t need to explain what such an outcome would be; both Dokucha and the crew were very well aware of what he meant would happen.

“Clear; now that that’s out of the way, do you happen to have a chef on board? See, it seems we made a small miscalculation regarding our rations, so my men are quite hungry, and I would hate to send them off in such a state.”

The two commanders looked at the child gaped; they had just delivered the news that a single mistake would mean they would be wiped out, and their response to that was to ask for food?.

At their reactions, they tilted their heads sideways in a confused manner, a thought suddenly occurring to them as they hit their fist on their open palm in realization.

“Oh, you must be worried about the mess it will be to feed a small crew. Not to worry; I can take care of the mess myself!”

“That’s not the problem-yoi!”

“Ara?”

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“So, What’s the plan? What are you going to do with me?” Dokucha questioned as they stood up from their place on the striker, now having sailed away from their battleship and making their way up the galleon that was the Moby Dick.

“We’re not interested in hurting a kid if that’s what you’re asking-yoi. But as to what exactly we will do, it will depend on Pops,” Marco assured them, easily pulling Dokucha over the railing and onto the ship’s deck.

“Well, then, I hope he’s a nice guy,” they mused, taking in the deck in front of them. It was a magnificent sight, even if they were often forced to follow behind the fleet admiral himself not many marine ships could ever compare to this one, if any.

“Don’t worry. Pops might look intimidating, but he’s the best. He also has a weakness for kids, so you have nothing to worry about,” Ace exclaimed as he patted them on the back, making his way deeper into the deck and urging the Commodore to follow them.

“Pop’s, we’re back,” He called.

Dokucha looked up at the sight before them; his descriptions and wanted posters definitely did not do him justice; not only was he an imposing sight as he towered well above everyone the tween had ever seen, but their presence alone let it clear that his title was nothing less than deserving for such a man.

“Did you take care of it?” He called gruffly, glancing down at his commanders. He raised a brow as he took in the new addition to the duo.

“Actually, we let them go!”

“You what?!” He boomed, his fruit flaring up as his anger did at the news

“Calm down, Pops!”

“Oi Ace!”

“Ah! The ship is tilting again!”

It had taken a little bit of explaining, and Marco was the one to deliver the news in a more fulfilling way for Whitebeard to calm down his rage as he was slowly filled into the situation. It all went smoothly until Marco finished his explanation by saying:

“That’s why we brought the Ensign with us.”

“I apologize for interrupting the both of you,” Dokucha spoke, stepping up closer to the duo whose attention snapped to them.

“But I’m not an Ensign; I’m a commodore,” they explained, pointing at themselves, confused as to the sudden silence that had fallen on the deck.

“C-Commodore?!” Ace Gapes

“A brat like you with such a high ranking?” Whitebeard questioned, looking down at the tween in confusion

“Ah, well, it’s mostly just for show,” they muttered sheepishly.

“Explain yourself.”

“Of course, sir, it’s mostly a farse to not raise suspicion as to why a child has been made to follow the fleet admiral everywhere he goes; it is easier to excuse and explain that by having me a commodore than it was to be a recruit.”

“Why go through all that trouble-yoi?”

“Because I’m a flight risk,” they replied flatly, much to the three men’s shock. Their previously calm facade began to fade as they slumped over and closed their eyes.

“Why is a child like you really with the Marines? The fact that you are having a civilized conversation with us means that you are not really after their freedom title and hunting after pirates,” Whitebeard asked, his eyes narrowing at their faltering facade.

“I was just a toddler when I ate it; how was I supposed to know that such a strange thing would give me these powers? How was I to know that I would be hunted down by the World government too scared to risk the fruit going back into circulation?”

“I found it weird to find a single battleship sailing into our territory such as yours did-yoi, but it was intentional, wasn’t it? You knew you would be easily captured.” He realized, watching as they gave a nod in confirmation

“Oi, Oi, then surely you would have known that we would have sunk the ship on sight, wouldn’t you?” Ace cut in

“I had no other options; this was my last resort; even if direct annihilation were the outcome, I would have used my fruit to save my men and make it to you guys. Even if I died in the attempt, both I and my family agreed death would have been a much better faith than to continue living like this.

“I know I am in no position to ask, but please help me. They are keeping my family as a way to keep me in their hands, so I can’t just leave, and it’s not something I can hope to do by myself or even trust a low-level local pirate to accomplish. But if it’s this crew, if what they say about your strengths is true, then I’m sure it’s possible.”

“Did you take into account that we would deny your request? Save me and my sons the trouble of engaging with a powerful devil-fruit user?”

“I did. But as I said, my family and I agreed; even if I failed and something is to happen to me, and they are to be executed, then at least we would have been free from the government,” they muttered, clenching their fists in frustration.

“Marco,” he called, gesturing towards Dokucha wordlessly. He watched as the phoenix gave him a nod and approached them. They closed their eyes tightly, waiting for the blow to come. This, however, never happened. Instead, they heard a small crack and felt their strength suddenly being felt as their seastone was removed.

“Y-you

“I have no interest in playing along with marines,” Whitebeard began, causing their heart to sink at his words.

“But I will also not stand idle as they use a child for their own agenda.

Marco, tell the navigation team to change course to the marine base.”

he ordered, ignoring the tears that began appearing in the child’s eyes, their body beginning to tremble as they began to realize the meaning behind his words

“Alright, Pops-yoi,” he called as he made haste to follow the order.

“Does this mean-

“You no longer need to follow them; as long as you are in this ship, neither you nor your family will be used or put under any threat,” Whitebeard proclaimed once again, cutting off the young commodore.

“We’re free? I’m free,” they choked out.

“That is what it means to be a child of the sea! Gurararara,” Whitebeard bellowed as he stood up from his throne, much to the chagrin of the nurses next to him.

With those words, Dokucha finally buckled to the ground, their loud cries echoing through the deck of the ship as Whitebeard looked upon them with a grin on his face.

“Stand up brat! Prepare yourself to get your family and your freedom back; keeping it will not be easy, but it will be worth it.”

“Yes! Sir!” They sobbed out