#op izo

[luna-orix]

precious cinammon rolls

[pfpanimes]

⌕ one piece • izou.

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[emotionallyconstipatedturtle]

Trying out new brushes

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Heyy how are you Hope you're doing well and have some food and drink water you need it🫶

So about the request i was wondering if you would be able to make a modern au i am not really sure if you write modern au but if you don't want to make it modern au it's totally fine

It's a scenario with marco adopting a girl (maybe 10-11) who's tomboyish and making her his daughter and basically the whitebeard pirates being whitebeard company (if you write modern au) with pops as the ceo of course and them being a huge family. (I swear they are really family i want what they have💞)

i can imagine izo telling everyone you people can't handle a girl there need's to be a bit of feminine only for the girl to run away cause she found him intimidating but at the end they bond.

Also please can you include the ASL trio as if they are a part of the whitebeard family

I personally had this idea for so long and thought a lot about it that's why i want to see it come to life thank you so much for this chance🥹

Love ya

Hello my dear! So yes, I do write modern AUs, lol. Sorry I didn't get this out sooner, life has been... a pain. BUT! it's out! I hope it's alright, I had a hard time wrapping up the ending. In any case, enjoy!

Warnings: Platonic WBP x Reader, platonic ASL x reader, female!Reader

Word Count: 1450

     Looking down at the little girl in front of him, Marco could feel his heart aching. He couldn’t imagine she was more than 10, 11 tops, but here she was, huddling under what little shelter she could find, trying to stay out of the rain. Walking in over to her, he held his umbrella out a little, covering her as well as he kneeled down. Looking up at him, e/c eyes looked up at him in curiosity and… was it… fear? 

     “What are you doing out here, little one? Surely you have somewhere you can go to escape the rain.” he asked softly, reaching out and placing his hand on her head. The little girl simply shook her head, looking down at the ground sadly. Marco’s expression twisted into a troubled one as he stared at her for a moment, “Come with me. I’ll get you out of this rain and get you something to eat, you look hungry.” Marco offered, holding his hand out for the little girl. She timidly looked down at his hand before looking up at him. He looked like a kind man, nothing like those who sought to kidnap her or hurt her. Tentatively, she took his hand, allowing him to lead her away.

     That had been 4 months ago. After taking her to the office with him, she’d immediately stolen the hearts of all the divisions, though it was a toss up as to if HR loved her more or R&D. No, no, neither of those were correct. The ones who loved her most were Marco and the company’s owner, Edward ‘Whitebeard’ Newgate. It hadn’t taken a lot to adopt the girl, once she’d finally been willing enough to give them a name and her previous orphanage. None of them had known much about her, but it was clear that she was a little cautious, something that none of them had much cared for. She was far too young to be this distrustful of people.

     Sitting in his office, Marco smiled as he watched his new daughter play in the, now renovated, room next door. The very instant the adoption papers had been signed, Pops had begun renovating what had once been an office next to Marco’s, turning it into a playroom of sorts for her so that when she wasn’t at school, the entire building could come and fawn over her instead of leaving her with a daycare, something they had all been vehemently against. Crawling into one of the human sized hamster tunnels, she was immediately off once more, ruffling the new dress Izo had gotten her. The man would sigh, but leave it be. So long as she was happy, it seemed that the rest of the office was as well.

     Hearing his office door slam open, Marco couldn’t help but jump, looking up to see a familiar straw hat and smile.

     “Is Y/n in here? Ace said she was in here!” Luffy asked excitedly, running towards the door to the playroom before Marco could answer. Even though the boy was a good 7 years older than her, he seemed to be her closest friend, the two of them often getting lost in the tunnels together as they ‘adventured’ across the building, the human hamster tunnels winding through almost all of the offices of the upper two floors.

     “Luffy! Get back here! You made a promise to Ace and I! Homework first then Y/n!” Sabo shouted, running into Marco’s office soon after and joining Luffy in the tunnels. The older blond could only laugh as Sabo chased after Luffy and Luffy chased after Y/n. Pops had taken Ace in after the death of the boy’s parents, being Ace’s godfather. Roger and Pops might have been rival companies, but contrary to what the press often said, had been surprisingly good friends. Sabo had been taken in after Ace, Pops filing for custody against Sabo’s parents after a fire left the boy with horrible burn scars. The one he wasn’t sure of, however, was Luffy. The boy had his own home, perhaps not the most attentive father, but a good man. His grandfather had found a… nanny to take care of him from time to time, yet the boy had still wound up with Ace and Sabo more often than not. Still, it seemed to be for the best since Luffy and Y/n got along, so he couldn’t be upset. 

     Another bang made Marco jump, seeing Ace and Izo in his doorway.

     “Marco! Did Luffy and Sabo come this way? Sabo called me saying that he was chasing Luffy and they were headed this way!” Ace asked, making the man smile.

     “In the tunnels, best of luck, don’t forget to take off your shoes.” Marco said, gesturing towards the tunnels, the black haired young man soon darting after his brothers.

     “She’s in the tunnels again?! But… but I just got her that dress!” Izo said with a sigh, looking down rather dejectedly, making Marco laugh.

     “And she loves it… when it isn’t hindering her ability to move.” Marco said, thinking to this morning when he had her put it on for school. He wasn’t lying, she’d been rather happy with the dress, finding that it wasn’t too restrictive, it was comfortable, and it was cute.

     “I haven’t even gotten to see her in it. By later today, it’ll probably be too covered in dirt and scuff marks. How is she supposed to learn to be feminine when she spends all her time around Ace, Sabo, and Luffy!” Izo grumbled, tucking a strand of loose hair back.

     “I’m sure she’ll be fine. Once she warms up to you more, you’ll no doubt be able to dress her up as much as you’d like.” Marco said with a comforting smile as the man in front of him sighed in defeat.

     “I don’t know why she doesn’t like me, Marco. I’ve tried being nice to her, but she always runs behind someone else.” Izo lamented, crossing his arms as he stood in the doorway.

     “It’s because of your first meeting. You pushed everyone aside to meet her, carrying a dress. She figured that anyone that can push away that many people so easily while managing not to rip a dress was terrifying.” Marco said with a chuckle. Izo sighed and nodded, his shoulders sagging as he leaned against the doorframe.

     “I suppose you have a point. Everyone here is rather tall, aren’t they? Well… tell her there’s some mochi in the fridge for her. It’s a recipe I learned from Toki.” Izo said, turning to leave.

     “You… made me mochi?” a small voice called out, drawing Izo’s attention to the glass playroom doors. Izo smiled gently as he looked at her, nodding.

     “Yes. Your favorite, in fact. Marco told me what you like, so I thought you might enjoy some in the form of mochi.” Izo said softly, his heart melting at her smile.

     “Thank you, Mister Izo. I’m… I’m sorry about getting your dress dirty.” she said, moving to dust the front of her dress off as if that would help.

     “It’s alright, little one. How about you and I go shopping one of these days. I’ll buy you something we can both agree on.” Izo said, feeling himself becoming putty for the little girl. Much like the others, he’d already adored her, but Marco was pretty sure she could get Izo to kill for her with that little smile alone. 

     “Y/n, why don’t you go with Izo now to get that mochi. You can eat it while you finish up the other half of that homework.” Marco suggested, watching Izo smile at the idea of her going with him to get the mochi. Looking down at her dress, her brow furrowed as she once more attempted to wipe the scuff marks out of the knees.

     “Don’t worry, little one, I’ll get you something better when we go shopping.” Izo said softly, giving her a warm smile. Almost as if a switch flipped, Y/n was smiling at him and running over, happily taking his hand as he led her away. Marco smiled and sighed softly, watching his daughter walk towards the break room. Even as Luffy ran out of the play area, Sabo and Ace hot on his heels, he couldn’t help but find himself feeling content. The company had always been a family to him; chaotic, loud, and messy, but a family, and seeing his daughter warming up to Izo, playing with Ace, Sabo, and Luffy, and often seeing her with Pops, he couldn’t help but feel more and more like a real family. Even if the family was the entire company.

[amzyspinkarch]

Vampire Izou

[kudzu-san]

The most beautiful man I've ever seen

[portgasdbru]

whitebeard pirates groupchat

wb pirates (ace, izo, marco, thatch) x reader

cw: funny/crack, drug mention

[jo-gakky]

will never forgive Oda for what he took from us-

[alexa-fika]

Whatever you do is going to be good anyway

But the scenario am picturing is in Marineford

Winged Reader is with Mihawk and he's hiding but during the chaos he finds himself hiding in the Whitebeards ship

And when they save Ace the escape with Mihawk's son And they try to help him go back to Mihawk

But if you want to change anything that's okay

🐼💕~

Enemies yesterday, Babysitters today ( Whitebeard pirates x male!oDracule!child!reader)

A/N: Okay yall I honestly might revisit this later and add more wholesomeness to it cause im not completely content with the level it has right now, but you tell me does it make you kick your feet?

Dividers by @/saradika

“Gurararara Ace, how are you feeling?”

"Doing good pops, still mad my jolly Roger got erased,” he grumbles

“We can do the tattoo Again; just be glad you are only missing that and not your life; you were almost a goner there.” Marco sighs

“Fair enough, still stings when I look in the mirror, though,” he mumbles

A crash sounds across the ship as what sounds like boxes and a scream echo from the storage room of the Moby Dick

“We might have a stowaway…” Marco notes

“Is it one of the bastards from Marineford?” Jozu growls, activating his devil fruit

“Be Careful, Jozu, we do not know who we are dealing with here,” Izou says, pulling out his guns

“Don’t even think about it, Sir; you are still healing,” One of the nurses comments, looking towards Whitebeard, who grunts in response

“We’ll handle it, pops; I don’t mind a little exercise; I’m bored, and if it is one of the bastards, I need to let out some steam,” he says, walking towards the storage room; the rest of the commanders, following behind him

“Whoever they are, they should be able to hold their own if they managed to make it on board,” Thatch says, his eyes lighting up with a twinkle.

“I wonder what they would be doing in the storage, though…”

“It’s probably a marine stowaway; probably best to show him some rough treatment,” Vista says as he smirks, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“Come on out.” He calls our

Ace kicks the door open.

“Alright, whoever you are, speak now or forever hold your peace,” Ace says, grinning

“If they don’t answer, then we’ll have to find them ourselves,” Marco says as he begins to activate his power

Ace walks ahead and peeks into the corner where the commotion could be heard from, and he stills, making gestures to their fellow commanders to lower their weapons as he kneels down

“Ace, be careful; a wounded man is still a threat, especially the ones trying to hide,” Marco states as walking next to the second commander

“Don’t lower your…guard.” he stops glancing at their stowaway

“Pop’s is going to love this one,” he mutters, turning back to the rest of the commanders

“It’s a kid”

“What, is this someone’s kid? A stray?” Izou questions, looking down at the stowaway

Reader glances between all the men staring him down, inching back and trying to make himself smaller, covering himself with his wings

“Kid, what brings you here ?” Ace says with a soft voice,

“How were you able to get on board? How long have you been hiding for?” Ace says as he sits on his knees to meet the kid's height, looking at him directly in his eyes

Reader glances at Ace for a second but lowers his face and tries to dig himself deeper into his caccoon between his wings

“He's scared, a very brave kid, that one, I would be too if I was in this situation.” He says, smiling kindly at the stowaway,

“Hey, it's ok, you're safe now.”

“Wait.. you’re, you're the kid that was with Hawkeye when we were dueling,” Vista states, taking a closer look at the winged child

Reader looks up at that

“You know, Dad?” He mumbles

“Oh yes, yes, we know who he is,” Vista answers as he gets on his knees beside Ace.

“What are you doing on this ship, kid? You know this isn’t the type of lifestyle for someone as young as you?”

He unfurls himself from His wings slightly

“I -I left the raft. Dad told me to stay on the raft no matter what, but I thought he was going to get hurt, and then Uncle Shanks came, and I got scared they were going to fight again,” he rambles on

“I think we finally have the story here. That sounds like an adventurous kid,” Ace says, rubbing his brow in thinking

“A bit brave and reckless, too,” he adds on

“He’s definitely got a good head on his shoulders,” Izou says approvingly of the boy

“Okay, you ended up on the battlefield because you got scared for your father, but how did you end up here in the Moby Dick.” Inquires Marco, looking down at him

“Everything was confusing; there was so much going on, so umm, I kinda ended up here..”

“Aww, Kid, we’ve all been through times like that; I’m sure your father will be grateful you at least took the initiative to get to him,” Thatch says with a smile.

“But, you can’t just board a pirate’s ship and expect them to be kind; you might not be as lucky next time,” he says, kneeling down in front of him

Marco sighs

“let’s bring him out to Pops; we’ll talk about what we’ll do from there.”

“Yes, I think that’s enough questions for now; I don’t think this kid needs a full-on interrogation just yet,” Vista adds.

Reader gets up hesitantly and approaches Vista, stretching his up, opening and closing his hands

Vista chuckles, lifting the child and putting him on his hip

“Are you really Hawkeyes kid?”

He nods

“Are you friends with Dad?”

“Not exactly…I mean, we know each other and have fought before…” Vista trails off, slightly unsure of what he wants to say

“There’s…mutual respect between us, but we have found ourselves on opposite sides on the battlefield.” he says, mulling over his words, trying to define their relationship best not to alarm the small child.”

“Regardless, we will help you return to your father; do not worry.” Ace states

“What are your names?”

“I am Vista of the Flower Swords”

He gestures at the group

Portgas D. Ace.”

“Jozu of the Diamond”

“Marco the Phoenix”

“Thatch, Head of the Ships Cooks

Flintlock Pistols Izou.”

“Geez, Vista, No need to be so formal.” Thatch sighs

Reader smiles, his wings flapping happily behind him

“Im Dracule Reader, umm Reader from Papa!”

“Reader? What an interesting name for a little boy.” Izou says with a slight chuckle

“This is Pops, Whitebeard, the captain of this ship,” Vista says, walking in front of said man

Reader awes at the man fluttering out of Vista’s hold and up to Whitebeard

“You’re big! You’re bigger than the humandrills at home!” He says, circling around him

“I was wondering who was making that ruckus; what brings this brat here,” he says, glancing at the flying boy

“He said his name was Reader, Dracule Reader,” Marco said, glancing up at both

“Dracule? What is your relation to Hawkeye?”

“That’s Papa!”

“Hawkeye is your father?” He says, looking over to Marco, who nods

“Vista confirmed it; he saw this one lingering around the battlefield close to Hawkeye.”

“That is correct, pops; the little one is Hawkeye's son,” he says proudly, pointing at Reader

“We found him hiding in the storage room.” Marco clarified

“He said he followed his father into the battlefield but lost him in the heat of the battle,” Vista says, explaining the circumstances as to how Reader found his way to Whitebeard's crew

“I see, in that case, Bring me a Den Den Moshi,” Whitebeard says to one of the nurses next to him

“We’ll get into contact with your father.”

“You’ll help me get back? But Mister Vista of the Flower swords said you were fighting with Dad.”

“Yes, your father and we are on opposite sides; however, your father was just following orders from the Marines, and regardless if he was an enemy or not, you are not. I know the pain of losing a son,” he says, glancing at Ace

“Because I know the pain, I do not wish it upon anyone right now; this is not between enemies but between fathers. You were not involved in the fight, and as such, there is no need for you to suffer from it,” he grunts as the nurses bring him the Den-Den Mushi

Reader’s lip quivers

“Thank you!”

“You’re safe now, kid; we’re going to call your dad and let him know you’re safe; once we do, we can arrange somewhere to meet. You’re lucky you picked the right ship to stow away on, kid,” Marco says

“I’m sure your father is worried sick trying to find you. Don’t worry; we’ll make the arrangements to get you back to your dad,” Thatch says with a smile

Reader flies down to to where the commenders stood

“Thank you, Marco, the Phoenix and Thatch head of ship cooks.”

Marco chuckles at this

“Vista, this is why I said not to be so formal! Oi kid, no need for titles.” Thatch groans out

“Is Thatch head of the ships cooks not your name? But Vista of the flower swords said those were your names?”

Thatch chuckles

” You’re something else, kid; I like you.”

“Ah?” He tilts his head, confused

“I can see you are going to be quite the handful; Vista told you our names and Epithets, surnames in Ace’s case; you don’t need to call me Flintlock Pistols Izou; you can just call me Izou,” he comments, chuckling, along with the other commanders

”Izou’s right; we all have titles or epithets; you’ve got a good head on you, kid; how about you give it a try,” the chef said, gesturing to himself

“Umm, Thatch Cooks?”

“Cooks? Now I’m not sure if you’re messing with me or not,” he laughs

“Not quite that; try again, just one word,” he says while trying to hold back his laughter

“Thatch?”

“That’s right, see, not so hard you’re already learning.” he laughs and ruffles his head

He beams at the compliment and glances at Vista

“Vista?”

“Haha, that’s my name, kid,” he says.

“Well done!” he exclaims happily, picking him up once again and placing him on his shoulders

Joyous giggles escape the small boy, holding onto his head and flapping his wings occasionally to keep balance until he picks up the sound of the Den Den Mushi ringing and a familiar voice coming through

“Hawkeye,” Whitebeard calls curtly

“What do you want, Shirohige? If this concerns the recent battle, I really do not have time-

“It’s about your son; he is here.”

Mihawk falls silent for a moment

“What?”

“Your son stowed away on the Moby Dick; he said he was trying to escape the head of the battle and ended up in my ship.”

“Where are you?”

“We are approaching Sabaody Archipelago.”

“Very well. I will be there shortly.”

“We’ll be waiting for you,” he said, hanging up and glancing toward the child

“He will meet us at the next Island.”

Reader can’t help but laugh with relief, glad that they will see their father soon

Vista chuckles

“You’re in a better mood than you were when we first discovered you now, aren’t you?”

He nods

“Im gonna see Dad again!”

“You sure are; you just have to stick with us, and we’ll ensure you get to him safe and sound,” Ace exclaims

“Okay!”

Vista smiles, taking off his iconic hat and placing it over the child

They giggle as the hat envelops them, and he raises it slightly to take a small peek and be able to see

Ace smiles at the gesture, happy to see the kid smile after the traumatic ordeal he’s been through

“Glad you are in a better mood,” Ace grins, ruffling Reader’s hair

“That’s good to hear, kid; I’m happy as well,” Marco adds, giving the kid’s hat a little pat before pulling it back down to cover them

They shriek cheerfully as they are once again enveloped by the hat

“Gurararara, We’ve got ourselves a live one; didn't get that from your father, that’s for sure.” he grinned as the ship pulled up to the Archipelago; it was still dark out but slowly beginning to become morning in the distance

“Hm? Isin’t that Hawkeye over there?” Thatch comments, squinting his eyes to a small raft that slowly approached the Moby Dick

“Let’s not get too close to the raft; let him approach us,” Izou says, looking towards the raft

“He won’t try anything, not with his son here, and Im sure even someone like him can tell when he is outnumbered with all of our commanders and pops here Marco says, leaning against the railing and staring at the approaching raft

Ace approaches the railing, trying to get a better view of the raft, looking to make out the figure at the front

“It is him.”

“Dad?” The small child says, peeking out from under the hat again

“Dad!” He exclaims, taking off towards the approaching raft, ignoring the calls from the pirates as he barrels into Mihawk, hugging him tightly, tears pooling in his eyes as he apologizes repeatedly.

“I’m sorry, Dad; you told me to stay in the raft, but I thought you would get hurt, and I just caused more trouble for you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cries

Mihawk stands frozen for a second, taken back by his son’s words

“No. Your apology is unnecessary. The fault lies in me for leaving you alone. What’s important is that you are back with me now.” he says, embracing him

“Look, I require you to stay by my side from now on, okay? No more running off by yourself.” Mihawk says as the raft gradually comes closer to the Moby Dick.

He nods his head vigorously, the hat too big for his head, wobbling around at the movement

Mihawk glances up at the hat and raises an eyebrow mutely, questioning his child

“It’s Mister Vista’s”

“Is that so?” he says, glancing up at the Moby Dick, spotting said man along with the commanders and Whitebeard himself leaning against the railing, watching father and son

Whitebeard’s gaze slowly falls upon Mihawk.

“You’ve got yourself a handful there, Hawkeye. But I must say, it’s good to see someone capable of putting the past behind them; such is the innocence of childhood.”

“Indeed, it is something that I have sworn myself to protect at all cost,” he says, looking back upon his son

“We meet Again, Hawkeye,” Vista says, grinning at the swordsman

“It seems we do, Vista of the Flower Swords; you have my gratitude for taking care of my son

“It was my pleasure; he is definitely something special, though,” he says with a chuckle

“Let us finish the fight we put on hold the next time we see each other; I anxiously wait to see who will come on top; the promise of that is enough payment for me.”

“Then so it shall be; the next time we encounter, we will let our blades finish what they started,” he said, preparing to return home with his son

“Ah, wait!” He said, flying back to the Moby Dick and gently placing Vista’s hat on his head once again

“Thank you, Mister Vista, thank you, everyone; I hope I can see you again! I had fun!”

“You’ll be seeing me again someday, kid, so make sure you do all you can to get stronger,” he says, lowering the child to the ground, ruffling his hair

“You’re going to make quite a fine pirate someday,” Vista laughs, ruffling the boy’s hair. “now get on back to your father and get some rest; this was a big day for you.”

“And don’t worry, kid, all of you are always welcome on my ship; just make sure next time to board it the proper way and not as a stowaway,” Whitebeard says with a broad smile

“I couldn’t agree more. Don’t be a stranger, kid!” Ace says to the pair as he watches over the kid

“You’re lucky it was us you picked to stow away with, kid; you have nothing to worry about from us,” Marco adds, ruffling Reader’s head

Whitebeard’s gaze falls upon the two once again as they bid their farewells to the kid

Future parts with Uncle shanks? Or Maybe Whitebeard pirates babysitting?

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

[luxthestrange]

OP Incorrect quotes#44 B4 Strawhats-

Before You and the straw hats met, You had your reunion with Ace first before Luffy...to say the least Ace was not ready for chapter I of his life...of presenting his family and dad...to one person who grew up with him..and beat his ass for teasin' fluffy too much-

As a large dragon and Whitebeard were having an EPIC battle but before either of you could give the final blow, Ace came into the rescue and...instantly knew it was you

Ace*Blinks and stops midway about to scorch Whitebeard* Y/N!?!

Dragon!Y/n*Confused for a second seeing a bunch a fire devil user human but notices familiar features in one disgusted*ACE!?!

Izo: You know this small dragon?!

Ace: Do I know them?-That's my sorta sibling!

Upon hearing that the dragon in front of the pirates was the fabled Y/n...they never believed Ace saying you were some sort of cryptic dragon...thing his grandpa picked up before he was born, Whitebeard's face grew into total shock

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The Whitebeard Pirates notice you don't seem fond of seeing Ace, They stare back and forth after you welcome them into your den, Marco narrows his eyes while Ace and You are doing the same thing, but their arms crossed as if you are such a disappointment

Dragon!Y/n: What the fuck are you *gesturing to your ace with your talon* doing here, shithead?

Ace: I should be asking you the same thing! You check yourself off the island, no call, no note, and I have to bump into you in this- what the fuck is this?...*Seeing the den filled with...weird papers with research and red strings ...with drawings of devil fruits?*

Dragon!Y/n*Rolls eyes putting your tail to cover your...theory vision board*-Nothin, It's my stuff, and who are the twinks?~

You wink at Izo who blinks and points to himself...till Ace puts a hand in front of him...and the others

Ace: Eeeeh~...My family, My crewmates, They're with me-

[nrhshm]

i want a fic of ace being a father to the little girl after she’s born 🥺🩷 i know he’d be the best dad in the world. i want it to be the FLUFFIEST fic on the planet (no pressure though <3)

Why hello there! My pleasure!!👋

. S/o is g/n

. Spoiler free

. Sfw

Ace as Father to his 4 year old Child (Imagine)

"Rock paper SCISSORS!" The two competitors glance at their significantly different hands.

"Haha!!! I win!!!" The little girl squeals in glee, as her defeated father fake-groans in defeat. He knows he can win the round quite easily, but would his heart bear seeing his 4 year old's droopy face after that? No way!!

Ace has devoted his entire life to keep his little cherub happy, even at the smallest moments he is around with her. To him, this little creature made everything he had valued, worthless, yet has shed it's light on a new purpose: To see her toothy chubby smile every. Single. Day.

"I win Papa! You're a dinosaur now!" She jumps in pure anticipation, knowing that her father had lost the bet.

The bet states that the loser of Rock Paper Scissors has to carry the winner around the ship until Thatch calls for dinner, which should be in... two hours!

"Upsies!!" She makes grabby gestures with her hands as Ace bends down to lift her up on his back. Almost immediately, she wraps her short, tiny hands around her father's neck.

"What are the odds??" Jozu gasps with heavy exaggeration. "I thought Ace would win!!"

"I wouldn't dare to imagine it. That is just, weird." Izo immediately replies. "Besides, y/n would rain hellfire on all of us, if such thing happens." Everyone deadpans at the thought of your furious form.

"Shhhh! She shouldn't know about this!! We're supposed to be sleeping!" Ace exclaims. (D/n)'s large black eyes, follow her dad's gestures, and tries to mimic them. "shhh!!"

Happy baby, happy father. You can clearly see Ace's wide smile whenever his daughter is around. Even if it involves going without his usual afternoon snacks, just to make her happy earning this victory, he'll do it with no hesitation.

Immediately after that, The whitebeard commander secures his daughter on his back, and goes around playfully attacking his other crew members.

"Dinosaur goes RAWRRR!!" He immitates.

"Rawrrr" His firefly cheers with a fist in the air.

You, on the other hand, watch the scene with an endearing smile. The urge to scold them has been far gone. Well, how can you?! When such a team of utter cuteness is doing the ship wonders of positivity. So far, Ace has been a great father to your child, considering how reluctant he was to have one. They both share the same fiery energy, and have the same gleeful smile that lights up your world.

You shake your head with a smile of your own. Oh, how lucky have you gotten...

[sashi-ya]

𝐈𝐳𝐨 𝐄𝐩. 𝟏𝟎𝟔𝟑 - 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢

(boy... my ovaries, sir)

[gatitties]

for the white beards i talked about could it be the X collector reader please ?

─Whitebeard Pirates x reader

─Summary: you like shiny things and you may have a bit of diogenes syndrome, you just like to collect things!

─Warnings: none

(Strawhats, Heart Pirates & Kid Pirates ver.)

there you go, more content for this big crew!! <3 Idk why but I have the little hc that Izo has a hobby of sewing

─ One day you just fell out of the sky straight into their ship.

─ You were just chasing a bird with a very shiny ring and when you caught it you were just on top of a blond guy because you jumped without looking that there was a huge cliff below you.

─ So then they simply adopted you as someone else in the family because they forced you to stay there while you had a broken leg, yeah, that fall didn't leave you completely unharmed.

─ You have a room especially for your collections of shiny things to which everyone is prohibited except Whitebeard.

─ The first time you jumped overboard because you saw something of interest to you, everyone got scared, Ace jumped to rescue you and you ended up pulling him out of the sea.

─ You distribute some of your jewelry to the entire crew because you can't keep so many things and you prefer not to throw them away, everyone loves receiving your little gifts.

─ Ace steals your food while distracted you by anything shiny, luckily Thatch beats him up so he doesn't or he'll serve you more food again.

─ Izo considers you the ship's tracker and constantly asks you for help to look for his lost needles, he also teaches you some things about sewing that he knows but you just get distracted fiddling with the thimbles.

─ Once you got lost following a trail of coins when you were going to buy with Marco, if you weren't an adult able to defend yourself he would have had a heart attack (he was still worried for the rest of the day).

─ The vast majority are grateful that you decide to clean their weapons, if only because in your mind more brightness means more strength, Vista won't let you do all the work yourself anyway.

─ You don't usually spend a lot of time away from the main ship because you don't have any small fleet to your name, but despite not being officially a commander, everyone respects you as such, or at least your precious items because you wouldn't hesitate to leave without an arm to some thief

─ Once they saw you cut off a guy's finger because he tried to take off a gold earring, it's the main reason why they prefer not to get into your stuff.

[cyborg-franky]

hi can i ask for izou hcs with s/o that sucks at makeup😞 like, him almost fighting with helping them put it on and stuff

Yess <3

Izou x GN Reader SFW

You didn’t wear makeup very often around the ship. You were too busy focusing on your duties and, to be honest, the way you would sweat from a hard day's work. It just wasn’t worth the effort for it to run or get ruined by the ever-changing moods of the weather.

However, the times you did, your boyfriend would often have something to say. 

Izou would narrow his eyes, purse his lips, and tsk at you. Now, your makeup was never bad. It just wasn’t up to Izou’s level of perfection.

“You should let me teach you some makeup tricks,” He said one day as he brushed back your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear as he admired your face. 

You melted into his touches, feeling his thumbs gently brush along your cheeks. Then you huffed as he held your face firmly, turning your head from side to side and scrutinizing the job you'd done on your blush and eyeliner. 

“Is that an offer or a threat?” you asked with a chuckle, and from the look on his face, you knew it was the latter.

Soon, you were in his room, sitting on a chair and staring at your reflection as he tsked, tutted, and mumbled to himself as he dug into the depths of his collection. Occasionally, he held up colours against your skin, judging what he thought would suit you and where he wanted to go with it.

“Well,” Izou began as he met your eye in the mirror. “I think this will look great on you,” he shook the bottle and smiled.

You felt like a cat being bathed against your will for the next half an hour. He was fast and strong, and as you swotted at him, he dodged and ducked. “My love, you just smudged everything I worked on, and we need to do it again,” Izou sighed as he adjusted you in the chair again and applied the eyeliner. You whined as you tried to sit perfectly still. He was amazing at what he did, and you knew you were being fussy, but couldn’t he just show you what to do on himself? 

He was firm but gentle, not wanting to hurt you; he was just going into full-blown Izou knows best mode. 

“I love how thick your lashes look with that mascara, but we need a little more,” he said with a hum, tapping his cheek as he mused over his options before pulling something out of his drawer: eyelash curlers, something you’d never used.

“Okay, I think I hear someone calling me,” you sprung out of your seat just to be pulled back by your shoulder, seeing the devious grin on Izou’s face. “Oh darling, we aren’t finished yet,” he said, gently kissing the side of your head. “I promise it won’t hurt,” his voice softened before as he gave you a comforting smile.

“Alright then… I’ll allow it.” Izou’s smile grew, happy you were letting him have his way. 

[sabo-has-my-heart]

I absolutely adored the HC’s you did! 💗

Would you please be happy to do a Izou scenario?

What about being in Izou’s division as a second in command and the two of them go on a mission together?

Reader gets badly injured and thinking she won’t survive confesses to Izou that she‘S liked him for some time now, but was too much of a coward to admit her feelings because he appears to her so ethereal and otherworldly?

Let’s be honest Izou is one of the most beautiful and pretty people around in one piece 😌

Thank you! 💗

Yes, Yes he is. He's my 3rd favorite character (Sabo and Ace are first and second because I love them). I'm glad you enjoyed the HC's and I hope you like this too.

Warnings: blood loss, injuries, light gruesome depictions,  

Word Count: 1325

     Being the commander of the 16th division, Izou hadn’t expected the mission to be easy. That being said, he also hadn’t expected to be hiding in a cave, with you clutching a bad sword wound across your stomach. You were his ‘second-in-command’ the person who took on his role when he was unable to complete them, aided him with his duties when they became too much and always had his back. You were the ‘first mate’ to his ‘captain’. Someone who always had his back and had the strength to prove it. Laying you on the ground, Izou gently removed your arm from your stomach, pulling your shirt up to see the gash. It would leave a scar, that was for certain, and it probably hurt like hell. If he could get you to Marco soon, the scarring would probably be minimal, but there was no telling how long the two of you would have to wait here. The pirates that had tried to invade one of Pops’ territories was stronger than previously reported and left the two of you woefully underprepared for their force. The two of you were probably lucky to get out with only this much, this crew seemed particularly vicious. 

     “So, how’s it look?” you asked, wincing in pain as you tilted your head back, grinding your teeth.

     “About as well as you’d expect from a would like this. We need to get you back to Marco as soon as possible.” he said, grabbing one of his kimono sleeves. You looked up just in time to see him tearing the fabric, before tearing it into strips as he made a makeshift bandage for you, “This should help for now, but I’m hoping to get out of here before too much longer.” he said, tying the last knot on the fabric that wrapped around your stomach. You could only nod, not sure what to say. What could you say? Thank you wasn’t enough, you felt a little guilty that he’d ruined one of his kimonos for you, but you knew he’d never accept an apology for something like this. 

     “I’ll be fine, I can’t exactly let you ruin a kimono and go die, now can I?” you joked, trying to mask your pain. Izou gave you a small smile and nodded. He knew you were just trying to cheer him up, but it was sweet of you. You’d always been fairly sweet, something that he liked about you. 

     It felt like you were waiting an eternity, laying on the ground of the cave, trying to take deep breaths as the pain came and went in waves, each one seeming to crash harder than the last. Though maybe that was your imagination. Feeling something in your hand, you looked up, finding Izou to your side, your hand in his.

     “Just hang in there, squeeze my hand if you need to. It shouldn’t be much longer.” he said softly, making you smile. Even now, with his hair disheveled, his kimono torn, make-up smudged, and face lightly smeared with dirt, you couldn’t help but admire his beauty. The most beautiful man on the Grand Line, no one could convince you otherwise. To you, he always looked like some divine being from the heavens, a beauty so great that it couldn’t possibly be from this world. 

     An eternity later passed before you pulled his on hand, drawing his attention away from keeping a lookout.

     “Izou… I… I’m bleeding pretty badly, I probably won’t make it back.” you said, squeezing his hand again as another shot of pain hit you.

     “You’re going to be fine, Y/n. Just a little longer, I promise.” he said, giving you a worried smile. You just shook your head, you were too weak, there was no way you could make it back.

     “Pretty sure I’m not so I’d uh… I’d like to confess something.” you said, making the man look at you in concern. Taking a deep breath, you smiled at him, “I’ve liked you for years. Not as your second-in-command, not as friends, but… Liked you. I… I love you.” you said softly as Izou stared at you for a moment, “I couldn’t say anything before because I mean, look at you, you’re so… you have a beauty to you that just… like you’re from another world.” you said. Izou opened his mouth to say something, eyes widening when your body went limp. No, no this couldn’t be happening! Not to you! Not to the most spectacular woman he’d ever met, not before he could tell you that he loved you back.

     Groaning in pain, you opened your eyes. Weren’t you not supposed to feel pain after your death? Looking around, your brow furrowed. This looked like the infirmary. Sitting up, you winced, if this was the infirmary, why did everything hurt so badly? Wouldn’t Marco have healed you? Still, it wasn’t as bad as it had been before. Slowly, you removed the bandages, knowing that if and when Marco caught you, he’d kill you, but you had to see for yourself. The wound was stitched closed and looked like it was healing fine. Maybe you weren’t dead? An exasperated sigh drew your attention. Sure enough, there was Marco, looking at you rather irritably. 

     “I’ll have Ace get Izou for you while I rebandage your wound.” he said, telling the fire user to grab the division commander as he inspected your wound. It was already unbandaged, he might as well check it before rebandaging it. It didn’t take too long for the door to slam open, a frantic looking Izou standing in the doorway. A few strands of hair had fallen loose from their usual place and his eyes were wide as they landed upon you, but he looked better than he had back on the island. He was next to you in an instant, pushing Marco aside and pulling you into a tight embrace, much to the doctor’s annoyance. 

     “If you ever scare me like that again, I’ll have Pops put you on deck duty for a month! How can you just admit you love me when you think you’re dying?!” Izou said, his voice wavering as he held you, “You never even gave me a chance to respond! Don’t you know how rude it is to not give a person a chance to respond? How do you think I’d feel knowing that the woman of my dreams died after confessing her feelings to me without ever knowing that I feel the same way about her?!” he continued, his body trembling slightly. 

     “Bad, now get off my patient!” Marco demanded, pulling Izou away so he could continue checking your wound. While he understood that you two wanted a touching moment, it could wait until after your stomach had been rebandaged!

     Sitting in your bed, you let Izou hold you. You weren’t confined to the infirmary anymore, but you were still on bedrest, meaning that Izou had been taking every spare moment he had to visit you, hold you, and keep you company. After a very long, in-depth conversation, he’d told you that he’d felt the same way for quite some time, but had been concerned about your positions as commander and second-in-command to say anything. But when you’d confessed and then fallen unconscious, he hadn’t known what to do with himself. He never wanted something like that to happen again, he wanted you to know how he felt. Running your hand over the still healing wound, you couldn’t help but smile as you turned to him.

     “For all the pain, the trouble, the worry, I… I think I’m kind of glad how things turned out. I’m not dead and I have you.” you said softly, caressing his cheek. Izou could only nod in agreement, giving you a light kiss. He wasn’t exactly happy with how it had happened, but he was content with the outcome so he wouldn’t complain.

[amzyspinkarch]

Izou being a vampire, and after many years of living, he finally sees you again, reincarnated. You’re as beautiful as the day he lost you.

He makes his acquaintance.

You can start again.

No on can take you away from him again.