#pirate drabble

[watercolorfreckles]

Deep Blue - Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

The sea became an inky black, or maybe that was just his vision tunneling. His head swooped with hungry shadows ready to swallow him down into that darkness.

The pirate blinked forcefully, shaking his head and tossing away with it the heavy tug of unconsciousness.

He had to stay awake.

He could see, now, that the water wasn't black, but red. With every stroke of the siren's tail, plumes of blood sullied the water.

The siren's movements began to slow, and the claws gripping the pirate's collar eased. He glanced down at her, through the bleary haze of salt water.

The siren's eyelids sagged. With a final languid sweep of her tail, the siren fell still, drifting motionless in the brackish water.

The pirate ripped away from her, kicking for the surface. His lungs ached and his ears popped with the changes in pressure.

Breaching the surface, he gasped in a greedy gulp of air. Coughing and panting, he scanned their surroundings.

The view was different, now, than it was where they’d entered the water. His attention snagged on the hollowed-out, fallen tree that helped orient him: They had traveled a significant distance around the crook of the bay. The fisherman was no longer within sight.

The shoreline wasn't terribly far. He could certainly swim that distance, even if it left him aching.

His gaze traveled back down to the smear of bloody waters around him. The siren was hurt badly...

If he left her, she would bleed to death.

Groaning, the pirate dove back down. He squinted, eyes readjusting to the darkness until he found her again. She looked almost peaceful then, suspended in the silky depths, golden hair floating around her head like a halo.

Grabbing the beautiful, deadly creature under the arms, the cabin boy hauled her to the surface. When he broke through, his breath came ragged with effort.

Keeping hold of the siren, he reclined to float on his back. He kicked his legs and towed her with him.

It was a slow and grueling process, fighting the waves that tumbled over his face to stall his breath. Only able to use his legs to swim, dragging the dead weight of the siren required all the strength in his arms.

It felt an eternity later that the pirate collapsed on the sand next to the beautiful, deadly creature he'd lowered down with care.

His limbs burned.

But the siren was still bleeding.

The harpoon had splintered in half upon impact, leaving its head buried within the scar of jagged flesh it had carved into the tight knit of her scales.

The sunlight traced the angles of her face, ethereal and unmoving in sleep. She looked like the sort of statue carved of marble that artists spent an eternity molding to angelic perfection. The gold of her tail outshone the sun.

Her blood stained the sand.

He groaned again. "Why do I feel responsible for you?! You just tried to kill me! If I left you here, that would be my right."

The pirate watched the siren as if expecting a reply. 

Throwing his gaze heavenward, he murmured a curse.

She would never survive here on the shore, not after his boss had the opportunity to flood gossip through the whole town of what he'd seen.

He shoved to his feet despite the protest of his legs.

"Alright, alright, I won't leave you, Golden. Don't worry."

The pirate slid his arms under the siren, bracing himself before heaving her into his hold. His muscles strained with the effort and he swayed on his feet, off balance.

He clenched his teeth and took one step, then another. He finally stepped into the treeline, carrying the mermaid the painstaking distance back to the abandoned cabin he'd claimed as the place to rest his head since coming to this dull, little town. 

Kicking open the door, the pirate plopped the siren onto the bed, shoving the door shut again and letting himself crumple to the floor.

He still needed to tend to the siren's wound, and he would. Just after a moment's reprieve.

After the first slow blink, his eyes were too heavy to open again.

He fell into slumber as though sinking over the edge of a drop-off.

---

The cabin boy woke to the sound of screaming.

He sat up in a panicked jolt. "What-"

His gaze met the siren's.

The... former siren's.

Where her tail once was, two human legs sprawled in its place. The spearhead and wound were still there, however, marring the smooth flesh of her bare upper thigh.

The pirate quickly averted his gaze. "What-" he repeated.

Fury burned behind the gold of the former siren's eyes. "What have you done, you insufferable human!" she screamed.

Snarling, she lunged at the pirate, promptly wobbling and crashing to her knees.

The cabin boy caught her by the shoulders.

She recoiled from his touch, hissing and swiping at him with nails far duller than the claws she'd once possessed.

Easily snatching up her wrists and squeezing, the pirate held her still. "Easy. Easy. You've lost a lot of blood."

Their eyes met. Hers, a knife's point. Her bare chest heaved with quick breaths.

The pirate made a point not to look.

He could see the exhaustion sweep over her as she slumped back against the bed frame, pressing a hand to her wound.

The cabin boy let her go, watching her carefully. "I'm going to get something to stop the bleeding and clean that. Don't move."

He felt her gaze on him as he retrieved a bottle of rum, a towel, a wooden spoon, and a spare bed sheet. Returning to her side, the pirate carefully lifted her back onto the bed.

The siren hissed again like an animal and skittered back until she hit the wall. "Get away from me."

"I'm trying to help you, Goldie," the pirate said, exasperated. "That could get infected. Besides, do you expect to walk around with that broken harpoon in your leg?" He paused and blinked. "Granted, I haven't deigned to expect you to walk... at all." He gestured to her newfound limbs.

The siren bared her teeth. "This is your fault! Any siren can give up their tail by venturing onto land and drying out. Such is a disgrace! Should a siren want to subvert herself into human scum, the ocean will indulge her."

The cabin boy raised his hands in placation. "Then when you're better, I'll take you back to the water."

"No," she snapped. Her gaze dropped down to her legs, blonde waves curtaining her face. When she spoke again, her voice was raw and soft. It carved its way through his chest all the same; the warbling hum of a plucked violin string. "It... It cannot be undone."

Something twisted in the pirate's stomach.

He should be glad to leave the ocean with one less monster; to make the waters an ounce safer for fellow unsuspecting sailors.

His thoughts flashed to the heaving storms able to capsize ships; to the rocks and reefs the sailors must avoid, and the gaping expanse of open ocean when no land is in sight.

Sailing the Deep Blue was never about safety.

Dangerous as the creature before him had been, she was a creature of the sea. To take that from her would be to cleave the fins from a fish, or cut the wings from a bird and call it justice.

He swallowed. "I'll do what I can for you, Golden," he said softly, lifting the towel.

The siren flinched, eyeing him pointedly.

Meeting her gaze briefly with a look of what he hoped was reassurance, he proceeded slowly, pressing the towel around her wound. "I need to get the spearhead out. This won't be pleasant. Bite down on this." He held the wooden spoon out to her.

The siren glared but obeyed, taking it between her teeth.

The cabin boy did his best to ease the spikes of the spearhead out without ripping it out straight backward. Harpoons were made to hook into the blubber of whales, not with the intent of slipping free seamlessly.

When he'd positioned the weapon so that he could remove it with the least damage possible, he pulled it out.

The siren shrieked, dropping her head back against the wall.

"Shh, shh, all done, it's done," the pirate said, pressing the towel more firmly against the wound. "You did great. All that's left is to clean and dress the wound." His hand moved on its own, tucking the siren's hair out of her eyes.

Her attention snapped to him. But she didn't bite or claw or hiss.

For a moment, he could only stare, transfixed.

Becoming human did not dull the allure of her.

Clearing his throat, the pirate bit the cork of the rum bottle, spitting it aside. "This will sting..."

He poured the alcohol over the afflicted flesh and the siren softly screeched again.

"I'm sorry, golden, all done, see?" Quickly tearing the spare sheet into strips, he set to work wrapping the wound and tying the makeshift bandage off. "There."

He glanced up at her again. "Oh. Here."

He shucked his white button-down shirt off and wrapped it around the siren's exposed shoulders.

Her face creased with confusion as she lifted one sleeve.

The cabin boy's lips twitched up into a smile. "You put your arms through. Like this." Using gentle fingers, he helped her thread her arms through before working on the buttons, averting his gaze and fumbling awkwardly as he did so.

"There." When he looked back up at her face, the siren was already asleep.

He studied her in the dimming light. Something about her registered as angelic. Nothing so deserving of the title of sea demon.

And yet… It would be foolish of him to let himself become ensnared by the lethal creature that wanted nothing more than to drown sailors such as him. Beautiful as she may be.

What had he gotten himself into?

The pirate leaned back against the wall and listened to the steady swell of the siren's breathing.

Part 4

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[buckyalpine]

I know it's a tad late for Halloween BUT I had this idea because of last year with this so:

"Nice pirate costume" Sam nodded his head in approval as Bucky approached the bar wearing a dark shirt, half unbuttoned, showing off a very nice view of his chest. His long black coat was belted at his waist along with a bandana tied on top of his head. His sword swayed with his hips, his beard trimmed down.

"I hope so, do I look like Will Turner?" Bucky looked down at his boots again, having already checked his outfit 10 times before leaving, comparing it to the reference photo, "I even waxed my chest"

A series of wolf whistles followed while Bucky patted himself down to make sure he had every bit of his costume in place, you insisted it had to be perfect, how else would people get it Bucky

"Oo, is y/n Elizabeth Swan? That's hot" Tony smirked with a wink while Bucky sighed, "Why do you look stressed, it's a great couples costume-

"HE'S GOT MY EYE! HE WON'T GIVE IT BACK!"

"Jesus"

Bucky could hear the cackling from somewhere in the abyss of people, the sound getting closer and closer.

"Who else could she be, you look terrified Buck, what's-

"I KNOW YOU'RE HERE POPPET"

"Is she-

"Yes. Yes she is"

"Good God"

"Is she Pintel or Ragetti?"

"...both"

"Hello, Poppet" You grinned, scurrying over with a hobble towards your boyfriend, shamelessly eyeing him up and down. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD"

"Baby-

"POPPET"

"I-I need the Rum"

[rayraelleaizawa]

You find out they have very sensitive nipples

TW: mild sexual content, Minors DNI

Characters: Shanks, Benn Beckman, Dracule Mihawk

Shanks

this guy walks around all day with his bare chest out, so getting to his nipples is an easy thing

you two were laying in his bed in the captain quarters, both of you panting from the wild love making you just did. You absently let your fingers trail over his chest while you two enjoyed the silence. His hand strocked over your side, keeping you close, as both of you basked in the afterglow. You then circled one of his nipples, and holy-

this man moaned

suddenly, unexpectedly, loud and deep

you looked at him in shock at the sudden noise, and he looked at you in a shocked and suprised way too

"W-what did you just do-"

He'd ask with a blush and tries to act like nothing happend, but you already noticed what was going on and are now smiling devilishly up to him

you pinch his nipple this time, and his whole body arches as he moans and yelps surprised at the same time

"That's it"

He says and grabs you and rolls you over that you're laying under him

"If you want to tease me that bad, you sure can have that"

Shanks is a man of his word, and he shows you that with another one, or two, or three rounds through the whole night

Benn Beckmann

You were sitting on Benns lap as he read the newspapers on deck

You and him both enjoyed the others presence, finding calmness and comfort with each other. And that is exactly what Benn needs after watching over his Captain and the other crewmembers everyday while also doing a bunch of tasks

He loves sitting with you and just relaxing. He's the king of quality time

You hum quietly to a tune in your mind and trace invisible patterns over his shirt, as you graze a nipple of his

His muscles tense at once and he makes a quiet and suprised groan

Tho he acts like nothing happened and just continues to stare at the newspaper

You on the other hand, trace over his nipple again, and again, and again, and you feel his body tensing more and more, and after some time he cant hold back his groan anymore and you feel goosebumps rising up your arms and back at the arousing sound he makes

You look at him stunned, you never thought he'd be that sensitive in that area, while he folded the newspaper together and laid it on the table. You just wanted to say something as he scooped you up and started walking with you in his hands under deck

"What, you think you can tease me like that with nothing incoming? I'll show you just how senstive your own body can be"

he grins as he says that, and just like his captain, he's a man of his word and makes sure to go over every inch of your body and find every sensitive spot you have and torture you with it

Dracule Mihawk

He is a stoic man

He won't tell you about his sensitive spots, he'll just make sure to please you in every way possible, but doesnt really care about himself, if he finishes with you he is more than happy

But just like Shanks, this man walks around with his bare chest and nipples on display for everyone to see

so one time, you just wondered if he also has sensitive areas. He always makes sure to stimulate you in every way, but you never saw anything that stimulated him except of the part between his legs

So, you were thinking if his nipples might be just as sensitive as yours

You walk up to him, knowing that a direct approach is best with him

He read the newspaper and sipped some of his wine as you came into the dining hall to him. You walked up to him and asked "Are you sensitive there?" and just softly pinched his nipple

You were shocked from his reaction to say the least

You figured that he might be senstive there like you are, but his reaction was way more intense than yours ever been

He gasps suprised and his back arches of the chair, his head falling back as a small moan escaped him at the end

You didnt know if you saw right just now, the Mihawk who only lets his emotions show in bed, and even then he seems to hold them back still, lost controll about his body so easily

You wanted to do it again, but he quickly grabbed your hand before you could reach his nipple again. He looked at you with a small blush

"Yes. I am sensitive there."

He answered you, and you already knew that you would use that knowledge against him the next time you two would get intimate

[nethhiri]

Kid and killer with someone who is a literal mouse/rat ? ate the mouse zoan fruit unknowingly thinking I’d be a cooler ability

I hope you don't mind if I turned this into a little drabble bc it inspired me. It was such a cute idea.

(Okay this got out of hand... I am incapable of telling a succinct story)

The Only Free Cheese Is in the Mousetrap

You had to admit, when you first ate the Mouse-Mouse fruit, you thought it was going to be something a little bit cooler. Mice were small and lame. No one would blink twice at a silly little mouse. As it turned out, that was your advantage.

You had been trying to hitch a ride through the Grand Line and you had been successful for the most part, hiding in the storage of random ships, eating whatever you could find. You didn't need much as an innocent little mouse. This ship, however, had no food in storage. There were only weapons and prisoners. If you got caught on this ship, the consequences would surely be dire.

The mistake was made when you decided to venture around the ship in search of food. You happened to find yourself in the workshop of the notorious K.I.D., Eustass 'Captain' Kid that is. Unfortunately you were a very unique, bright white mouse. It didn't leave you much in the way of camouflage, unless there was a bowl of flour somewhere. Even more unfortunate was that Kid was a very observant man and spotted you instantly.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A wee mouse?" Kid crouched in front of you.

You had been so sure he was going to crush you under his foot.

"Yer not even scared, eh?"

In truth, you were terrified, in the third, secret state of fight or flight: freeze.

"Wait here, mousey."

Kid returned to his bench, where there was a mostly empty plate, save for some crumbs. He collected them in his hands and returned to the interesting white mouse, sprinkling them on the floor.

"Here ya go."

He returned to his work, glancing up at you every so often to watch you nibble on the crumbs.

The next evening, you returned. He wasn't going to squish you and he even fed you. If he continued, you could just do this and survive until the next stop in port. You were pleasantly surprised to find that he had already set out some cubes of cheese.

"There ya go, mousey. I got the good stuff from Killer's stash."

That made your tiny mouse ears flick forward. So there's better food somewhere on the ship.

It turned out, you didn't have to search for it. Kid brought it to you. Over the next evenings, Kid left grapes, cheese, bread, bananas, and a bunch of other little tidbits. After about a week, there was a tiny metal table and chair set out with the food on top. You played along and sat in the chair for him, which mad him extremely happy. He moved it slightly closer to his bench every night until it was on the top of his desk. If someone had told you that you would be eating cubes of cheese, sitting on the desk of Eustass 'Captain' Kid, you would have laughed in their faces, but here you were doing just that.

This evolved even further until you were being carried around in a pocket on the inside of his coat. It was a little warm, but it offered protection. Every so often, he would sneak a crumb into the pocket for you.

"Boss, why are you feeding your coat?" Heat had been watching him put crumbs in his pocket over the course of dinner.

"No I'm not!" Kid said defensively, not answering the question correctly.

Killer reached out to pull open his coat, but Kid snatched it closer to him. Killer tugged on it harder.

"Stop it! Yer gonna hurt Mousey!"

"Mousey?" Killer let go of Kid's coat.

Kid hmphed.

"Kid."

Begrudgingly, Kid opened his coat.

"I don't see anything," Wire quipped.

Kid's face had a light dusting of pink. He whispered into his coat, "Come on out." Nothing happened. "It's okay."

You didn't expect to be revealed to anyone and you were reluctant to come out. Kid had kept you safe this far, though. You poked your snout out of the pocket and sniffed. There were quite a lot of people in the room. Your round, soft ears followed until your whole head was peering out of the pocket's edge. You were met with a chorus of adoring squeals from the girls and even some of the guys in the crew. Kid scratched between your ears, which you were ashamed to say, felt amazing and a squeak slipped out of your mouse mouth.

Heat covered his face. "So cute." Heat reached out to scratch your head.

"Don't ya touch my Mousey." Kid possessively closed his coat.

Heat's face got even sadder than it normally was.

"Just keep that thing out of my kitchen," Killer said. "They're full of germs."

Kid muttered down into the pocket. "Don't listen to him, Mousey. He's just jealous."

The next few days, since you weren't really a secret anymore, you spent sitting on Kid's shoulder. Killer had just as much disdain for you as he did initially, much to Kid's dismay. He really wanted his first mate to think you were as cool as Kid thought. Even the tiny leather jacket he made you didn't convince the blonde.

Kid fed you well, but you were still intrigued by this secret food stash that supposedly existed. There wasn't much entertainment as a mouse on a ship and you were getting bored. So at night, you had been searching the ship for this treasure. The kitchen was the most obvious, yet the scariest place to hunt. Certainly if there was hidden food, it would be there, however, Killer was extremely territorial and observant. It would be dangerous to search that particular area. Tonight was the night you would risk it.

It was easy enough to slip under the kitchen door. Finding the good treats was harder, but your well-equipped nose was able to sniff them out. The problem came when your tiny mouse hands were unable to figure out how to open the secret paneling that the food was hidden behind. You could turn into your human form, risky as it was. It would be nice to stretch it out. You had been a mouse for several weeks.

Taking your human form, you poked around the paneling until it revealed its contents. There was a variety of fancy or high quality specialty foods, including cheeses and preserved meats. You found a knife and cut small pieces from a few things you were interested in. Then you put everything back in its approximate original position. You climbed onto the counter and reverted back into a mouse, stuffing the tiny pieces of food you had curated into your cheeks.

The following day, as Killer went about his business, he noticed a set of bare footprints on the floor. There was a light dusting of flour from the day before when he made pasta from scratch. He hadn't noticed it before now. What was strange was that the footprints were only in one spot, like a person materialized and dematerialized there. It was also strange that someone who wasn't Kid was barefoot in the kitchen, and these footprints were about half the size of his. He somewhat brushed it off, that is, until he noticed the other footprints on the counter, the much tinier, much mousier footprints.

You had been spending most of your time in the walls of the ship, when you weren't being carried around in Kid's pocket. Today was no exception. You spent some of your time exploring listening in on others' conversations. Peering through the cracks of the wood, you decided to eavesdrop on Kid. Killer had come to talk to him and you were curious about what the captain and first-mate talked about. It was a good thing you did, since you were the subject matter.

"Kid, there's something up with your mouse."

His head snapped up from what he was doing. "What? Did something happen to them?"

"The 'mouse' is fine." Killer made air-quotes as he spoke.

"What do ya mean 'mouse'?" Kid copied his air-quotes.

"I mean I don't think it's just a mouse." Killer explained. "There are footprints in my kitchen that go from human to mouse." Killer wasn't stupid. He could put the pieces together.

"So ya think Mousey is a person?"

"I do."

"Prove it."

Shit. He was on to you. You didn't even notice the footprints you left behind. Should you even show up to eat? Or would it be more suspicious if you didn't? You ended up waiting until Kid left for the night before skittering out to grab your little crumbs and retreating into the wall.

You made yourself relatively scarce for the next few days, meaning you spent more time spying on the crew, for entertainment purposes only. One particular conversation caught your attention. You only caught portions of it, but it was clearly a mutinous theme. It ended shortly after you caught on to it, however, so you didn't get any details. Technically, it wasn't your problem. This wasn't your crew and you weren't planning on sticking around. It ate at you though. It felt wrong not to repay Kid for keeping you safe. Maybe you could return the favor.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary after that. Maybe they had given up on their plans. Until one evening in particular, someone new had delivered Kid's dinner to his workshop. He didn't always eat in there but he did more and more after he started feeding you. There was something off about the smell of the food. It wasn't right. Before Kid could eat any, you scrambled up to the table and bit his hand as he reached for the fork.

"Mousey! What the fuck?! That hurt." Kid bopped your head with a finger. "No biting."

As he reached for the fork again you knocked it onto the floor.

"Don't piss me off, Mouse."

He wasn't going to take the hint. He leaned over to pick up the fork, which is when you took the opportunity to push the plate onto the floor.

"FUCK!"

You knew he wasn't going to be happy, in spite of that, you couldn't watch him eat poisoned food. You tried to run away afterward, knowing this. However, you were slow compared to him and his powers quickly put a tiny metal cage around you.

"Ya act like this after all I've done for ya?! Bad mouse!" He picked up the miniature jail cell and gave it a shake, causing you to tumble around inside, with squeaks of discomfort.

Kid stomped off with you in tow and threw you to Killer once he found the first mate.

"Take this little shit to the brig."

Killer gave him a questioning look behind his mask. "You want me to put the mouse in a cell?"

"Well, I ain't gonna kill it. I'm not a monster."

Kid relayed all your crimes to the blonde. It was funny, how Killer felt a little bit bad for you, even though he had never shown you favor prior to that. You bounced with every step he took down to the brig.

"Oh, Mousey. You fucked up." Killer was to keep you here until they docked somewhere to let you go.

No, you fucked up. Neither of them were familiar with mouse physiology it seemed. The bars on your prison were way too far apart. As soon as Killer left, you squeezed out of the cage and made a beeline back to Kid's workshop.

It was vacant at the moment. You hurried to the desk and found a writing instrument. It was tough in your diminutive body, but you left a message for the captain:

YOU ARE IN DANGER.

You hoped he took it seriously. Then you scurried your furry body back to your cell before anyone noticed, not that they would.

Unfortunately, Kid thought it was a prank. You tried another note on his desk. You tried to leave him a note on his mirror in lipstick. At this point, Kid considered that there was a ghost on board. Clearly this method wasn't working. Once it became obvious, you started venturing out of the cage when you knew there wasn't anyone scheduled to come down there to feed or check on you. The next best thing to try was going back to spying and figuring out who exactly was involved.

Now, what you would do when you figured it out? That was decided for you. It wasn't what you intended. But what were you supposed to do? One of the men spotted you. And he backed you into a corner. And he was going to step on you. Your only choice was to transform. And when he pulled a knife? Well, of course you had to disarm him. And now that he had seen you and knew you heard his plot, you couldn't just leave a loose end like that. So you had no choice but to cut his throat. You left the knife in his hand. Not very believable but there were footsteps in the hall and you had to get out of there.

Not long after that, Killer came down to your cell and squatted down, lifting your prison until you were eye level.

"I know it was you."

You licked your paw and groomed your ear, very cutely, you might add.

"You can't fool me. You really need to learn to cover your tracks."

You scratched the back of your other ear with your hind leg.

Killer let out a frustrated growl and dropped your cage. He stomped out of the brig.

How is he so observant! You really should have remembered about the tracks, especially since that's how he noticed the first time. Now what? Either their plan would be foiled by losing a member or they would escalate, thinking they had been found out. You knew there were others, and you had to find out who they were, and quickly.

Your investigative antics became riskier. You went into cabins and dug through drawers. You followed people around using the walls. You were getting closer. Until one day, you found two more people chatting. They were definitely up to no good. The more you listened the more alarmed you were. They were going to make an attempt on Kid's life again tomorrow.

There was no way you could take them both on. The only reason you won against the other guy was because you took him by surprise. You couldn't send a message to Kid either. That hadn't worked. If you tried to tell him as a human, he wouldn't trust that. The only person that knew your secret, or at least was fairly confident in his assumptions, was Killer. Maybe you could risk telling him. Maybe he would believe you. It was doubtful.

When you scampered back to your cage, you came to an abrupt stop. Killer was there waiting for you. You gulped. You were frozen. You were caught.

"Where have you been, mouse?"

The jig was most certainly up. He snatched you in his fist faster than you thought possible. You squeaked, trying to gain a little sympathy as a cute creature. Maybe it would make him believe you were a regular mouse. Then you bit him. He didn't even flinch. He was smart. He was trying to force you to reveal yourself, squeezing you gradually tighter and tighter.

You were forced into your human form to avoid being crushed, even then, his grip on your throat was immovable. You could sense his smugness in being right. He wasn't even surprised. You were grateful that however this fruit worked, you got to keep your clothes on when you transformed.

"Stop! Please!" You scratched at his hands.

Killer slammed you against the wall. "You killed one of my crew! You're going to pay for it."

"M-mu-tiny," you rasped out. The edges of your vision were going black.

Killer loosened his grip. "What did you say?"

"There's gonna be a mutiny."

Killer pushed you against the wall harder. "So you're a murderer and you've turned our own crew against us?"

"N-no. Please. L-et me go." You gasped for air. "I'll ex-plain."

Killer was decent enough to hear you out, and was shocked by the accusations. You couldn't help him further though. You hadn't heard their names and the way you described them was vague. It left Killer in a tough place. He didn't trust you, yet if you were telling the truth and his captain was in danger, he had to.

"I-I have an idea."

Killer didn't like your idea. Yet, it was better than anything he could think of, so he went along with it. And that was how you found yourself sitting on the inside of the Massacre Soldier's helmet, hanging onto his hair the next day. You could see out of the eyeholes better than you expected. Killer was strategically staring at each individual member and you were to whisper in his ear when you saw the people who were plotting.

As you spotted them, you hurriedly signaled to Killer that they were the culprits. As they had no proof, Killer was simply going to talk to them. But, as one does when being approached by a brick house of a man like Massacre Soldier, they got scared. This was not their plan, but they were so nervous, especially after one of them was killed, that they thought they had been found out. They both jumped Killer, and in the process of him defending himself, you slipped out of his mask and fell onto the deck.

You shook it off and your eyes searched for Kid, who was so distracted by the seemingly random scuffle, that he wasn't watching his own back, where a third, unexpected assailant was waiting. You ran as fast as your short legs would carry you. He spotted you instantly.

"Mousey? How'd you-"

Kid was taken aback by watching you run straight through his legs, and as he turned, seeing you transmute your form into that of a human. A human who was wrestling a gun out of someone's hand. Someone who was obviously trying to point said gun at him.

Regrettably, Kid was just a touch too shocked to react in time. His devil fruit activated to take the gun, but only after a shot was fired. He felt nothing. You, on the other hand, dropped to your knees and doubled over, clutching your midsection.

Was this how you imagined yourself being celestially discharged from this life? No. Did you have regrets? Probably. But saving Eustass Kid wasn't one of them. After all, what other mouse could say they saved a notorious pirate captain? Maybe your devil fruit wasn't that lame in the end.

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Kid thought about you a lot. They didn't have a trained doctor on board. They had to leave you at an island that had, thankfully, been in close range for you to be treated. He shouldn't be sad; his plan was to drop you off at the next island. Still, it felt wrong not to say goodbye or at least thank you.

Killer was grateful to you for saving his captain, even after being 'imprisoned' and roughed up by them. Even though you owed them no loyalty, you were more loyal than crewmates they had on board for months.

Several weeks passed. Kid happened to look up to see the NewsCoo delivery bird. The bird landed with a newspaper, some new wanted posters, and a small package. Curious, Kid picked it up and shook it next to his ear. Weird, what kind of gift made squeaks. Kid tore it open to find a dazed, white mouse.

"Oh fuck! Mousey! Sorry!"

You stumbled around in his hand, dizzy.

He hugged his hand to his chest and gave you a giant kiss on the head, staining your white fur red. In his excitement, he forgot you were a person. Upon remembering, he had a pink dusting to his cheeks and set you down.

You transformed into a human in front of him.

"Why did ya come in the mail?!"

"Cheaper fare than a boat," you grinned.

Kid all but threw you over his shoulder. "Killer! Look what we got in the mail!"

Killer stifled a laugh as he noticed a big red imprint of lips on your forehead. Kid went just as red as the mark when he noticed that it transferred to your human appearance. And neither one of those assholes told you it was there either.

Kid dropped the "y" from the end of your name from then on, but slipped up on occasion, still referring to you as Mousey. He still asked you to join him for dinner sometimes, too, as a person though, not a mouse; he didn't give you crumbs either. He liked your company.

Killer was impressed by your knowledge of cheeses and asked you to come shopping with him on islands for provisions. You also had a knack for picking the ripest fruits. He usually asked you to personally deliver Kid's meals, you know, to avoid another poisoning.

And some would even go as far as to say they saw a white critter scurrying under Kid or Killer's doors in the late hours of the night or scurrying out early in the morning.

[innerfare]

Cold as Ice - Ace

Summary: Ace realizes he's in love with you; a short drabble

Genre: A little fluffy, a little angsty

CW: None // SFW

Word Count: 492

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Ace burned as hot as the sun. He had an inferno raging inside him that he could unleash on his enemies with a wave of his hand. He could blaze a path through the world, and if someone tried to burn him, he could walk right through the fire they set. 

His opponents squinted at the sight of him, as if he burned too brightly to look at, and he was personally responsible for more sunken Navy vessels in the New World than any other pirate aboard Whitebeard’s crew. The WE Newspaper had even written articles on the costs Navy had incurred from he alone. Everyone feared the Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates.

But you were different. 

The mere sight of you made Ace feel like he was encased in ice. 

When you smiled at him, when you laughed at something a crew member said and the sound drifted across the deck of the Moby Dick- and even worse, when you laughed at one of his jokes, when you walked past him and he caught a whiff of your floral shampoo, when your soft hand brushed his calloused one, you made him freeze. 

You made him shiver when you said his name. You made him want to drink a gallon of boiling water to thaw his insides when you shared your food with him. You made his blood run cold in his veins, slowing to a creep like a river congested with ice. 

At its core, that chill was fear. Ace was terrified, and he felt it in his soul. 

When he looked at you, all he could think about was the brother he’d lost and the oath he’d sworn to himself never to lose one of his loved ones ever again, never to fail again. He could handle Luffy taking dumb risks because Ace had overseen Luffy’s training himself. Ace knew Luffy could fight. 

But what about you? 

Could you handle yourself when he wasn’t around? 

He’d seen you do it, and yet, he worried about you in a way he had never worried about Luffy, likely because he loved you in a way he didn’t love Luffy. He didn’t love you like a kid brother, he loved you like a woman. 

The realization he was in love with you came down on him like a giant icicle that broke off the eve of a roof and impaled him. 

He wanted to wrap you in his arms but was scared he would squeeze you too tight and break you. He wanted to warm you up on chilly winter nights but was paranoid he might lose control and burn you. He wanted to take you along on every adventure he set off on but was terrified something would happen to you and it would all be his fault. 

He loved you so much it burned, but it burned cold.

You alone had the power to make Fire Fist Ace shiver. 

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[fanaticsnail]

Why are you giving me this, Wire?

Hey Doc Masterlist here

Word Count: 880+

Synopsis: Wire hands you a small, cyllindrical object that has your curiosity peaked. It is not until he begins eating until you realise exactly what it is he's given you.

Warnings: surgical talk, mention of a food allergy, exhausted Doctor, grumpy doctor. gn!reader x platonic!Wire, undressing crewmates, medical administration, swearing.

Notes: This is brought to you by one of Australia's greatest comedy trios. The link is available here for Aunty Donna's skit. I was meant to be doing chores, but my hand slipped and now there's some more Kid-Pirate Doctor fic crack.

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @sinning-23

“Hey Doc?” A smooth, warm baritone purred down at you from your position lining up for food in the mess hall, “I've got something for you.” 

Curiosity plagued your mind, prompting you to turn and view the taller member of the Kid-Pirates who loomed over your body with his great height. In his larger hand, he held out a small, cylindrical object and passed it to you without a further word. 

With brows furrowed, you turned the lengthy object in your hands and read the scrolled print on the exterior of the smooth surface. A small, blue cap was protruding from the end, a coiled blade hidden in the orange end of the barrel. Leaning closer, you sounded out the title aloud. 

“Epinephrine?” you quizzed him, looking up at Wire and darting your eyes around his posture, “Why are you giving me this, Wire?” His eyes moved from the tube to your face with a soft, playful smirk pulling at his cheeks. 

Looking down to Wire's ceramic plate, you noticed his amassment of crustaceans piled in a whopping heap in the center of the dish. Pursing your lips, your tone held a deep warning in your chastising words. 

“Wire,” you narrowed your eyes, looking to his plate and back to his mischievous gaze, “Are you allergic to shellfish?” His eyes twinkled, plucking a skewer with freshly charred shrimp and scallops dressed in chili butter and herbs. 

“Wire,” you tilted your head to the side, “Don't do it.” Your dark, hummed warning only seemed to spur him to draw it closer to his lips. 

“I swear, Wire,” you stepped closer, prompting him to retract his proximity and turn away from you, “If you're anaphylactic, I swear to the great sea-beasts, Wire.” His smirk widened, and his playful eyes never left yours. His mouth opened, his tongue darted out and flickered over the tantalizing skewer Killer had dotingly prepared for the crew. 

Placing your own plate down beside you, you attempted to jump to collect the shellfish from his hands a moment too late. His lips opened further, the shrimp and scallops passing into his lips and having him crunch on the juicy shell and swallow it whole. 

Humming in satisfaction at the flavor, he opened his mouth and began heartily shoving in crab flesh, lobster tail, pipis in curry broth, and fresh oysters with lime. 

“Oh, for fucks sake, Wire!” you growled at him, slamming your unoccupied fist on the cafeteria railing and reading the instructions on how to administer the epinephrine with the greatest success. 

“Remove blue safety cap without damaging the cartridge-... Fuck, Wire!” you began hastily reading, watching your crewmates face beginning to swell and turn purple. He was smiling and wincing all the way, swallowing another juicy scoop of lobster tail down his rapidly closing throat. 

“Swing and push orange tip against outer thigh with force and wait until you hear the click-... Wire, stop eating!” You roared, tugging off the blue cap and removing his belt to get better access to the muscle of his thigh. There was no way you could penetrate the thick leather pants with the small blade hidden within the barrel, prompting your rage to ignite further as you undressed your crewmate. 

“Hold for at least three seconds-. -Wire, put down the king-crab leg!” You managed to usher Killer in to aid you in your plight, who managed to pry away the delectable assortment of crustaceans on Wire’s plate and toss it to Kid. Your captain was not hiding his smile in the slightest, laughing as Wire threw him a swift ‘thumbs up’ and a rapidly swelling smile. 

Finally punching the epinephrine barrel into Wire’s bare thigh, he breathed in a heaping lungful of air and began to pant as his throat reopened. The swelling of his face went down after thirty seconds, the soft tears gathering in his eyes from the lack of oxygen did not take away your fury at him for making you puncture his skin as a balm for his stupidity. 

“Wire, what the fuck?” your barked growl prompted a laugh to rise from within the mess hall, the loudest was your captain's amongst them. “Happy with yourself?” Wire joined his crew with another hefty laugh, looking to Killer and clapping his hand over his shoulder. 

“Worth it,” he nodded in satisfaction before looking down into your eyes. He pinched your chin between his index finger and thumb, scrunching up his nose and teasing you with his gratitude, “Thanks, Doc. You're a lifesaver.”

You tugged your face away from his grip and turned back to your discarded meal. Huffing out an exasperated puff of breath, you shook your shoulders and returned back to reassembling your evening meal with your lips grimaced in agitation. As you sat down beside Killer at the table, you took a bite of the dish and immediately felt the tension and agitation leave you instantaneously. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, bringing your palm up to your lips and chewed on the mouthful of shellfish. Sparing a glance at Wire, you hollowed your hand after swallowing and called over to him, “You were right, Wire. It is worth it.” 

Killer smirked beneath his mask, giving your shoulder a firm squeeze in thanks for your praise before he stood to begin tidying up the mess left behind by the crew.

[oz00ms2]

something something something [insert one piece devil fruit user logic] shanks and buggy being swapped with their younger selves and land in a pile on the oro jackson with their dads ray and roger looking at them first as a threat "WHERE DID OUR KIDS GO WHO RU?!"

ray: wait...that nose...that hair...are you...

roger, crying because he doesn't know where his babies are: MY BUGGY BOY'S REAL PARENTS??? Q^Q

ray beating him upside the head: no idiot it's the boys grown.

and once shanks and buggy stop crying horribly they get to have a strange new adventure trying to track down the younger version of the devil fruit user who sent them there. the whole time roger is so excited and wants to know everything about his boys and what they are up to, their accomplishments.

shanks is of course impressive. the crew isn't surprised. but buggy is struck with horrible and sudden stage fright - his usual exaggerated gusto falling apart in the face of his dad. seeing his accomplishments as only flimsy pathetic tricks---

before shanks talks over him explaining how buggy is an emperor!! just like him, and in charge of a MASSIVE FLEET!! HE HAS hundreds of sailors under his command! he even recruited a master swordsman that shanks has always rivaled with! shanks is in AWE of all buggy has accomplished.

Roger is not surprised. he's grappling his blue boy into a headlock and "of course!! my most clever boy!!" a proud and practically glowing father who just holds buggy while his ever emotional kid cries again. trying not to blush himself to death after hearing the way shanks spoke of him.

and it's probably knowing rayleigh who casually asks

"you boys married yet? even now the lil'uns are inseparable. fell in love from the start didn't you?"

leaving buggy and shanks to both be struck awkward, avoiding eye contact and not really sure how to explain that they broke one another's hearts years ago and never got around to repairing the hurt...

[peanutbubba]

White Beard Pirates x Reader Talking To Another Man

Ace, Marco, Izo, Jozu, Thatch, and Vista! Gender neutral!reader, slight cursing, kinda got lazy at the end sadly, might be a little ooc for some of them since it’s my first time writing them, no beta we die like ace, requested!

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Portgas D. Ace

Ace is naturally a jealous man, he doesn’t really like to be, finding it to be an unattractive trait within himself however he can’t help it. Especially, when he finds you near another crew member, stealing all your attention.

It doesn’t take long for him to realize that you were missing for nearly half the day, gone from your routinely activity of finding him and giving a kiss to his cheek plus checking up on him. When he goes to find you he nearly crushes a piece of railing he was holding onto, realizing that you weren’t missing, no, someone had just been pestering you all day. No wonder why you haven’t been with him for nearly half of the day, this person was hogging you all to themselves! He’s quick to act though, a charming smile on his face as he plays up his outgoing personality, tring to cover his jealousy. Swinging himself over the side of the railing and walking over to you and the other man, warm arms wrapping tightly against your waist, pressing his chest to your back.

He tries to coax you into leaving with him, hands rubbing circles on your waist as he whispers softly in your ear of missing you. If that doesn’t work then he just glares at the other man until he leaves, eyes piercing and irritated. When the man quickly runs off not wanting to anger The Fire Fist Ace you look suspiciously back at Ace, his expression now changed to relaxed and loving. Again, he softly asks if you can hang out with him. Will give you puppy dog eyes if he needs too, please say yes.

Marco

Without a doubt, Marco is the most calm about you talking to another man that isn’t him. It isn’t exactly that he doesn’t care, he just is secure in your relationship and the fact that you’d never go behind his back. Plus, he’s very aware that you also deserve to have a social life outside of him.

However, he also prioritizes your safety and wellbeing above all else, should something happen to you he wouldn’t forgive himself. His trust in you is absolute, as always, the people you talk to not so much. Especially when it’s while you’re stopped at an island, his eyes are glued to you and that man, making sure he makes no attempts to put you in danger. As a person with a high bounty you’re always at risk of being put in danger, and while Marco is confident you can protect yourself that doesn’t stop his worries any less.

Hovering near the areas you are, or just full blown hanging around you, a charming yet deadly serious demeanor about him. He definitely feels less uneasy when you’re both on the ship around trusted people, and a hundred times more when you’re close to somewhere he can monitor your surroundings. Overall, not very overbearing about you talking to other men, so long as he knows you’re safe and that the man isn’t bothering you.

Thatch

Another man who would be pretty calm about you talking to another man is Thatch, probably would even join you in conversation with whoever you’re actively talking to if he has the chance too and you don’t mind.

As a more friendly natured man he’s quite happy when you meet new people, thinking that the socialization is good for you. If he’s not too busy then a lot of the time he’ll join in the conversation happily, pleased to talk with another person and especially you. If he is then he doesn’t really mind, he’s a little jealous that it isn’t him you’re talking to but just by a smidge, he gets over it pretty quickly.

He also does it to make sure you don’t get into any trouble. He wholeheartedly believes that you can absolutely take care of anyone that bothers you, he’s your #1 fan, but he also likes to be careful, especially if it’s with someone who isn’t from/is new to the crew.

Izou

With Izou it’s a complete 50/50 how he acts, completely depending on how the other person is acting towards you, or if you both know the person.

If you’re chatting with a man that both of you know that he’s completely calm, maybe every now and then his eyes are flickering to your form to make sure you’re okay, but he allows you to have your conversation in peace with the man, occasionally gives the man death glares though so he knows not to do anything. If it’s a complete stranger though then his entire demeanor changes.

Izou is a fiercely loyal man, whatever it takes he’ll ensure you’re safe and happy, so without a doubt if you’re talking to someone new then he’s sticking beside you if he can. Definitely has a mean face while looking at the man you’re talking to, he’s just trying to keep the man under a watchful gaze. A hundred percent scares the man off.. Izou is definitely more protective than he is jealous, doesn’t mean you can’t make him jealous though. If he is jealous then he’s quick to get whatever pest of a man is near you away, trying to steal your attention for himself.

Jozu

Jozu is very quiet, you never really know what he’s thinking until he actually says something. If you’re ever talking to someone else he’s especially hard to read, just staring at the both of you for a moment.

He’s just trying to make sure that the man has no bad intentions for you, his silence sometimes mistaken for brooding although he’s just trying to be through with his observations of the man. If the man is fine then he’s fine, only really looking back at you occasionally making sure you’re still alright.

If the man is a little strange or off putting though then he’s quick to act, smoothly and almost silently stealing you away from your company. If you ask him what’s wrong then he’ll obviously softly tell you, but once you both are far away from that weird ass man.

Vista

Vista barely has any bones in his body to be jellyfish, key word being barely. Although, that jealousy is more towards if that man is hitting on you rather than if you’re talking to him.

He just watches for a moment you and the man having a conversation, not very worried knowing that he can trust the way you act around other people. His eyes leave you for just a couple minutes, looking at something else before going back to you. Your body rigid and face clearly uncomfortable, the man talking to you clearly getting too confident for his own good.

Ooo, he’s mad. How dare this man make you, his lovely partner, uncomfortable! Definitely coming to your rescue as quickly as he can. If you’re okay with PDA then he might put a hand on your waist to get the man to back off, if not then he’s just casually whisking you away from that creep.

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Im so sad, Jozu barely has any gifs!! Also this was pretty fun, made me write about characters I wouldn’t normally, which was cool.

Hope you enjoyed! Peas out.

[serene-cinders]

A mermaid whumpee, strung up in a pirate ship. Kept below the deck, so that not even cracks of sunlight can seep in. Cramped, stinking and hot, this is nothing like the crisp winds and rolling tides. Lagoons of azure and open oceans of royal blue. The salty depths of the sea against their scales was a simple pleasure they took for granted for far too long.

Hemp rope tears the tender crooks of their elbows, the webbing connecting flexible limbs to a lithe body dried to tatters. They’re awkwardly pinned up against unfinished wood. Shoulders are taut and numb.

Every now and then, a gaunt cabin boy will slink in, bucket in hand, and throw a pail of water over the dried coil of scales. It wasn’t much relief. And it was never quite enough. It dried too fast, sucked in by flaking scales.

Even in the low light of the open door, they could see the sunken, almost apologetic eyes of the boy, before he slams the door behind him.

[watercolorfreckles]

Now's the time to freshen up on Deep Blue Parts 1 and 2 (click here for part two) because I will be posting Part 3 later today!! I'm sorry it's taken me so long, but I hope that you will like it!!! :)

Deep Blue // siren x pirate

This is not related to my series "The Siren" 😊

He expected the water to be cold.

The kind of cold that crushes every other thought from your mind, the kind that could freeze his lungs into glass and shatter them.

Instead, it was a blanket, wrapping him whole.

Able to swallow him up in it's silken embrace.

It was the humming, he realized too soon, that lulled him into comfort even in the sea's icy clutches.

A voice like that could make anything bearable.

A siren's song could charm the grim reaper; could stop death in it's tracks.

When the siren poked her head above surface, the humming seemed to tear a path straight to the overboard pirate, skewering him to the spot.

He didn't want it to end.

Their eyes met. Hers as golden and glittering as the stars above them, porcelain skin glistening in the moonlight.

The humming stopped, and the pirate returned to himself all at once.

It was cold.

The bite of it stole the air from his lungs--or maybe that was just the sight of her.

The pirate scrambled for his sword, yanking it from it's scabbard, but the cold left his bones so heavy.

It slipped from his numb fingers and sank.

The pirate cursed and dipped beneath the water, craning for his blade to no avail.

When he surfaced, the siren's lovely face was mere inches from his.

He jolted, but couldn't force himself to move away.

Beautiful was too dull a word to describe her. Too meager. It spoke nothing of the sharp edges of her. Of the way the water bent around her nimble fingers and beaded on her lips. Golden hair spun silver and haloed by the moon, as if its celeste bled over the very essence of her.

He couldn't stop staring.

Above him, his shipmates laughed and jeered, bidding the siren to drown the poor sod who'd dare defy them, as they steered the ship away.

So sure were they that throwing her a bone, a metaphorical lamb of sacrifice, would keep them safe from the monsters of the deep.

The pirate shivered.

And the siren smiled. "You are not built for these waters, human."

Her speaking voice was a song of its own. It rolled over him like the waves at his back.

She continued, "Your people cast you overboard like the guts they chum the water with. Does that make me the shark, dear cabin boy?"

The pirate finally had the sense to back away from her in the water, for all the good that might do him.

"I do think I'd feel safer if you were a shark, miss," he admitted, voice choked in a salty rasp.

She looked to be around his age, a mere 17, though he could have been off. Surely time wouldn't dare touch such an ethereal creature as she.

The siren's laughter was musical. She curved in the water, circling. He stole a glance at her tail, sleek and strong and golden as the sun that spilled in her eyes.

"Miss. So formal coming from a human, especially a pirate. Your kind have no manners." He felt her lips brush his ear. "Wouldn't you rather call me a beast? Monster? Mustn't I be a devilish creature for daring to be beautiful, for tempting your kind so?"

The pirate released a shuddering breath. "These are your waters. The ocean, your home. Some might wager that dying at sea is a risk we ocean-lovers take when sailing her deep blue."

She hummed, arcing in the water to face him again, the waves of her hair framing her face like a perfect painting. "Was it worth it?"

For even a moment on the endless, swelling sea, ever chasing the horizon? He didn't have to think.

"Aye."

The siren's eyes narrowed. "Was it not but a week ago your lowly crew tried to capture me in your nets? As if the waters are not ours, but yours to raid and cull?"

"I..."

The cold rendered him stiff and sodden, the fatigue tugging him under a tumbling wave. When his head bobbed above the surface again, his breathing was labored.

The siren's head cocked like that of a curious bird.

Her fluid movements carved through the water, closing the distance between them and resting a hand over his racing heart.

The cabin boy closed his eyes. "Do what you must. I know better than to invade a home without consequence."

A clawed hand gripped his vest, holding him upright in the water when another wave tried to drag him under.

Her fingers flexed. "No fight left in the pretty pirate boy? I could drown you."

He smiled slightly. "If I am to die in Deep Blue, I'll count it payment to her for allowing me my travels among her billowing waters."

The siren's eyes flashed. "In what way did you betray your pirate friends for them to abandon you to the likes of me?"

The cabin boy met her glowing gaze. "I freed the fair siren maiden they plucked from the sea. It took them a week to determine it was I who cut the ropes. They thought if I 'fancied you' so much, it'd be only fair if you had me."

The siren's eyes narrowed. "You lie."

His teeth began to chatter. All he could focus on was the searing cold immobilizing his limbs.

He closed his eyes again. "I do not. If you are going to kill me, please at least sing as you do it, yeah?"

There was silence apart from the lyrical white noise of the waves crashing and towing.

Then, the siren began to sing. The pirate allowed the melody to tug him into oblivion, filling his veins with honey and warmth once more.

He woke up on the beach, hours later. The sun was rising, spilling it's light amongst his beloved horizon.

It reminded him of the gold in her eyes.

Part 2

I think I like this one! Or maybe that's just bc it's 2 am 💀 Why did this take me almost 2 hours and then I edited it in like 2 minutes

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[witchthewriter]

𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 Jack & his chaotic s/o

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

'Relentless...' the word hadn't left you alone since you'd woken up this morning. Like most mornings, you found yourself warm in Jack's arms, the smell of rum on his lips as he kissed you awake.

With the shared blanket tucked into your side, Jack hummed one of the hearty tunes from last night into your neck. Murmuring, you allowed yourself to bask there for a few moments until you were fully awake.

The swaying of the Black Pearl was something you loved. Even in rough seas, you're the first one soundly asleep. And yet, unease wrangled itself in your stomach. Coiling and uncoiling it went, alerting you.

Seconds passed before you wiggled your body away from Jack, and he let you get up with a sigh.

You were about to say something when a thunderous noise broke out on deck.

"Always so bloody loud," he grumbled, voice gruff from sleep.

The air was crisp from the cold. A heavy fog set around the Pearl. Unnecesarily heavy it was, but you heeded it no mind. Too occupied in your own thoughts to comprehend the lurking dangers.

"Maybe the right one to use is ... unrelenting..." You thought out loud.

Until you heard a pained cry and the reason for your wariness became so utterly clear.

Dark clouds swirled above you, swords clashed and you pulled your sword from its scabbard.

"How the 'ell did they find us, aye?" You heard from your right, Jack said as he adjusted his hat.

With that unanswered question hanging in the air, your body took over with the knowledge of engagement. Left, right, block, parry. On and on.

Until you paused mid fight with the soldier.

Your brows furrowing. Arms coming to cross over your chest as you pondered. This happened from time to time. You forgetting where exactly you were to get lost within your mind. But you were always safe. It was as if luck was on your side...

And Luck had just diverted a shiny sharp dagger from embedding itself in you.

With a loud clash, you felt a familiar presence. One blade put you in danger, but another, the dagger of luck, saved you from a death blow.

"What is it, love?" Jack said slightly out of breath. Unbothered by the fact that he saved your life by an inch.

"Well... is it relentless?"

"What is-", Jack was stopped mid-sentence and kicked the running soldier. "Bloody hell," he sneered.

"Fuckin' hurt that did."

Mind lost to your whirling brain, you couldn't help your thoughts.

"Or is the proper word unrelenting? You know-" your attention turned to Jack. Now fully facing him, Jack had a bloody nose and a split right across his eyebrow.

He cut you off, already knowing Gibbs' had ensured the crew's victory.

Quite literally grabbing you and sweeping you off your feet he mumbled, "well, whatever the correct word is; that's what my love is for you."

"Oh Jack, stop ..." You blushed and moved to give him a kiss on the cheek.

[lumi-ya]

Scavenger hunts were becoming a regular occurrence on the Polar Tang nowadays, all thanks to Bepo. It started simply enough when your kids asked the navigator to draw a map for some pirate game that sparked an idea. As much as the crew loved the kids there were just some days when it would be easier if they weren't badgering people for their attention, to play or even trying to help; but that often delayed or complicated tasks.

So one evening on first watch Bepo drew up a map, one far too detailed and beautiful for just a kids game, filled it with visual clues hinting to a location aboard the submarine and hid a small treasure before heading to bed. The next day he passed the kids the map as the ship docked for a big supply restock and they were hooked. You and your husband saw them running around the ship but nothing more; they didn't bother you once.

The game only got bigger from there. The whole crew got involved helping find new hiding places, placing the clues around the ship, playing a small role in the hunt. Even Law liked to help come up with clues that would challenge the kids a little more.

The treasure varies, most of the time it was a small trinket from the treasury or with your permission Bepo would hide some sweets or chocolate for the kids to share. One time he needed a treasure for a last minute hunt to distract the kids. He nabbed one of their own toys and hid it away preparing to apologise for the lame prize after the hunt with the promise of a better treasure next time. To Bepo's surprise your little ones said they couldn't care less about the treasure the hunt was always the fun part after which they always made sure to thank the navigator for his hard work.

[otakubimbo]

Be Nicer to Me

a lil drabble inspired by this post

Content: SFW, a lil suggestive but that's about it.

Masterlist

No one knew how you kept getting away with it. Law must have hated it. Must have. Every time you gave Law a report or any paperwork, you sat right on the edge of his desk. It didn’t even matter if you were coming to tell him something, you would sit right on his desk legs crossed over one another as you spoke.

At first, Law hated this, and he didn’t know why. He assumed that it was because you were taking up his desk space and it was rude to bother him while he was working. But eventually, he realized it was because you were a distraction. Each time you hopped onto his desk; you distracted him. It wasn’t that you were annoying in the way you distracted him. You distracted him in the way your lips moved as you spoke. He was enchanted by your voice, even if you were just rambling about something he couldn’t NOT listen to what you had to say. Except for right now.

Right now, as you were speaking the only thing Law was focusing on was your lips. His mind going places that it shouldn’t with the thoughts he was having about where your lips could be, where they should be. It wasn’t until he realized that you were calling his name that he snapped out of his fantasies.

“Captain Law, are you even listening to me?!” Your face holding that adorable pout that makes him want to chuckle. You were so cute to him but no, he wasn’t going to tell you that so instead he put a small scowl on his face.

“No, because I’m trying to work here.” He says as his gaze goes back to the papers and books in front of him. With a huff, you hop off his desk.

“It wouldn’t kill you to be nicer to me, Captain” Your little tantrum as you leave his office. If only you knew how nice he really wanted to be to you.

[fanaticsnail]

Where is it, Heat?

Hey Doc Masterlist here

Word Count: 560+

Synopsis: Heat visits your office after a day docked at port. His posture is awkward, his motions careful, and he's trying his best to be polite. That only means one thing. Something is stuck.

Warnings: suggestive themes, sfw but kinks suggested, surgery suggested, exhausted doc, gn!reader x platonic!Heat.

Notes: This is the first drabble for Doc, gn!reader and doctor of the Kid-Pirates.

Tag list: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

Edit to add: inspiration link here, Georgie Carroll. @feral-artistry sent me the link and we both just said "this is so Kid-Pirates." 💀💀💀

“Hey Doc,” a soft knock rapped at your metal office door, “Can I come in?”

Hunched over your desk, studying over the latest medical article released by the marines your captain stole for you, you wave in your crewmate. Heat entered your office slowly and cautiously, clicking the door lightly shut behind him.

You snapped your eyes up, looking to the wall in front of you with tired, exhausted eyes. When your crew acted this kindly, quietly, and carefully, it only meant one thing. With a soft groan in your tone, you asked your pointed question lazily and monotonously.

“Where is it, Heat?”

A soft gulp was audibly heard from the fire breather. You swiveled your chair to face him, leaning back on the backrest and eyeing him cautiously. His thighs were pressed together, his back was lightly hunched, his stitched lips pressed into a thin line.

“We've been docked at port for all of a day,” you eye him through narrowed lenses, “I swear if I see another object stuck inside someone's digestive tract from the exit hole, I'll scream.” A magenta flush rose to Heat’s tanned cheeks as he angled his chin to the floor and eyed you through his sunken lashes.

Taking a pen from your desk, you point it at his head and begin to draw it down his body slowly in front of him.

You halt at his ear and he shakes his head. You halt it at his nose, another head shake as his bashful face flushes further. He shakes his head all the way down his chest to his belly button, prompting you to stop your pen and inhale a deep breath through your nose.

“I swear Heat,” you murmur with your exhale, “If I see another object sucked up someone's butt-” Heat's blush darkens and he sucks in a shaken breath.

“-It's not there, Doc.”

After a few moments of silence, you clap your hands together and bring your fingertips to your nose. You look from his eyes, to his belt buckle, and back up to his eyes again.

“Size and shape?” you ask him with no sense of curiosity, “What’s it made of, and how long has it been in there?” Heat laces his fingers together and hangs it in front of him.

“It's a crayon,” he admits in defeat, his embarrassment depicted in the hang of his head and slump of his shoulders, "Stuck there for about two hours."

“Paraffin or beeswax?” you ask, opening your desk drawer and pulling out some latex gloves. Tugging them up your arms, they snap against your wrists in a sickening clap. Heat’s eyes widen at your question.

“Beeswax, I think,” he admitted with a soft stutter in his voice. You groan, picking up your pliers and readying them in your hands by clicking them thrice in your fingers and thumb.

“Let me get this straight,” you gesture to his belt and instruct him wordlessly to drop his pants, “You have a beeswax, drawing crayon stuck inside your urethra?” Heat undid his belt, nodding slowly in confirmation, and eyeing you to sense your rise in temper.

You groan, shaking your head and scrunching your eyes shut. Murmuring out defeatedly, you inch yourself closer to his pelvis and click on your desk light: pointing it at Heat's pelvis.

“I don't get paid enough for this shit.”

[the-kr8tor]

A request for the best potioneer I know!😽

Epsom salt in a heart shaped bottle,please! BDAS!R helping out BDAS!Hobie with his hair after it finally grew out a little, maybe helping him braid it or put charms on his new locs. I need some fluff for them after all they've been throught honestly😭😭

(Congrats for the one year anniversary again!❤️)

BDAS MY BELOVED I MISS THE SILLIES!!! Thank you sm! I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), BDAS Hobie and R, Pirate AU, Between the devil and the sea AU. Fluff

Between the Devil and the Sea Masterlist

Katy's one year anniversary 🎉

Hobie sighs, head lolling down to your lap, legs crossed on the floor, limp hands holding onto the charms you and Pavitr made for him. They're all made from shells and different metal charms that you've picked up during your journey south.

You chuckle softly, hands holding his jaw to lift his head up gently. “Stop falling asleep or we'll never be done.” The ship rocks back and forth, you shift from side to side on the captain's bed that you still address as his own and not shared by you even though you practically live in his cabin.

“Can you blame me, scuttlebutt?” He leans his head back to look at you upside down. Smirk of his pierced lips as you click your tongue in mock annoyance. “Your lap is softer than my pillow. ‘sides, I don't want to go out to the deck just yet.” Your hands smell like the oil you've lovingly rubbed on his scalp, he stops himself from taking your hands and kissing each of your knuckles.

You roll your eyes with a fond smile. Once again lifting his head up, he chortles at how you manhandle him. You continue to put charms in his hair that's now long enough to brush along his nape. “You're the captain, Hobie, it's literally your job to stay on deck.”

“Really?” He leans back again, you scoff at the audacity. “I thought my job was to keep my medic company?”

You bite your lip, looking around the large cabin instead of staring at his grey eyes lest you get dragged down inside its depths. “Is that so? I don't need company though. Lyla is enough to annoy me the entire day.” You joke, he drops the charms on his lap to place his hands on your hip, squeezing softly while the seagulls outside circle around the ship.

“Please,” it's his turn to roll his eyes, “Lyla is too preoccupied with Yuri to even notice you.”

You laugh when his fingers lift up your night shirt to rub soothingly at your soft skin. “That's true… but when she actually does her job she's the one annoying me instead of the captain who's supposed to be on deck and being a leader to the crew.”

“Sneaking into the med bay and snogging you until you throw yourself at me is part of my job as captain.”

You groan, flustered but happy. “That is not in the job description.” He hums, fingers dancing along your waist, his mind is definitely wandering around. You blame the early hour. “Come on, captain, let me finish your hair. What will mister Stacy say?”

Hobie finally looks back at your eyes instead of your bare skin. “I don't care what he says,” he pouts, “just whatever you say. How do I look?” Twisting around, he faces you fully, arms wrapped around your waist, chin finding penchant on your thigh, his warmth flows through you.

You know him and what he truly meant. Hands running along his hairline, you look at him softly, oozing with affection for the man before you. “Fucking fantastic, it's growing really well. Too good, I'm in awe.”

“Thanks to you and your potions.” He grins against your leg, nudging his chin on your skin. “And you only say that because ‘m your captain.”

“You don't even pay me, cap’n” You giggle.

“I do,” he knits his brows, making a face like you've said the most ridiculous thing ever. “with my love.”

You lean down, the small of your back aches from the movement so he meets you halfway, lips pursed and waiting. “Ah yes, I forgot that you pay me with the greatest treasure in the world.” Pecking his lips, you tilt your head, smugly smiling.

He shuts his eyes, head falling down on your thighs, clearly melting from your saccharine words. After a moment of silence and you chuckling while you take the opportunity to finish his hair, your ears pick up soft snores.

You shake your head, leaning down to kiss his nape in an effort to wake him up. It's a mistake really, because it seems that he's falling into a deeper slumber.

[layla4567]

Sweet as Peaches

Sanji Drabble (SFW)

Sanji had recently bought fresh fruit, including blueberries, strawberries, pears, and peaches. Lots of peaches, your favorites. And certainly he knew it, which is why he had bought them, if Nami had her tangerines, you had your peaches. The blonde cook was in the kitchen as always, there wasn't a minute where he wasn't there preparing something delicious. You were near Nami's tangerine trees with her, cleaning and caring for the beautiful and healthy trees.

"You have to clean the leaves gently so they don't break, like that, see?". You said to the redhead as you ran a clean cloth tenderly over the green leaves.

She looked at you attentively and nodded while caressing the large, round tangerines. He took out one that was very ripe and smelled it, closing his eyes while smiling. Suddenly Luffy came trotting up to the two of you with that cheerful and characteristic smile.

"Sanji brought food!! Well, fruits actually"

"Oh yeah? And what fruits did he bring today?" . You asked without looking at him, concentrating on the leaves of the tangerine tree.

"Oh many, pears, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, peaches, bananas-"

When you heard the words peaches, you stopped cleaning the leaves and opened your eyes in surprise, looking at Luffy, unable to contain yourself, you exclaimed.

"Peaches!? You said peaches!?"

"Yes, why the quest-?. The captain couldn't finish the sentence because with a happy squeal you jumped up, dropping the cloth and ran to the kitchen giggling. You stormed in where Sanji was standing washing and peeling the fruit. First he heard your melodious laugh and then he was slightly startled when he saw you but soon a smile appeared on his face.

"What is the reason for your lovely visit, petal?". He said almost laughing.

You sat awkwardly on a stool and almost fell on one side with excitement, catching your breath and without stopping smiling you rested your elbows on the bar and looked at him mischievously.

"A little bird told me that you bought fruit, especially peaches."

Sanji looked at you with the eyes of a lover, he loved it when your gaze had that sparkle of emotion, laughing softly he replied "And by any chance does that little bird of yours wear a straw hat and talk up a storm?"

"Exactly!". You said, laughing amusedly and infecting the cook. You looked around the counter looking for the fruits until you saw them in a bowl near Sanji's cutting board. Then your gaze went to his white hands, his velvety fingers peeling the fruit and caressing the peel while he skillfully and firmly manipulated the knife. Then your eyes fell on his face until he looked up, feeling himself being watched only to meet your puppy eyes. You only used them when you wanted something.

"Oh no, I know what you're trying to do and puppy eyes won't work this time."

"Please Sanji!" You begged, putting your hands in prayer, the blonde boy closed his eyes and smiled, shaking his head. He loved when you called him by name with your soft, musical voice.

"Ok ok you win, my blossom." Sanji brought the bowl of fruit to you and you quickly grabbed a plump, reddish-spotted orange peach. With your nails you began to peel a part until you reached the fresh pulp. You were very hungry so you put a big piece of peach in your mouth.

You looked like gluttonous Luffy eating that fruit as if you hadn't eaten in centuries. You sucked the pulp, tasting its juice, making noise. Sanji looked at you funny while he continued peeling the other fruits. You took the peach out of your mouth finishing chewing and licked your lips, a little of the yellowish liquid had escaped from the corners of your lips and had stained your chin.

The blonde boy looked at you with joy and without saying anything grabbed a kitchen towel and leaned towards you. You looked at him confused, a little self-conscious about his closeness and he moved his hand towards your chin, cleaning it without stopping to look at your eyes or smile.

"You were a little dirty but that's it." He said sweetly

"Thank you, do you want some by the way?" . You asked him, holding out the dripping peach that you still held in your hand.

"Mmh, okay, why not?" He said smiling flirtatiously

You were going to give him the fruit when suddenly he came even closer and connected his lips with yours. You opened your eyes in surprise since the least you expected was a kiss from him. After the shock, you closed your eyes while both smiled on each other's lips. Sanji savored you as if you were the most delicious dessert in the world. You allowed his tongue to touch your lips so he could taste the nectar of the peach and you deepened the kiss, wishing it would never end. Suddenly, when everything seemed perfect, Luffy came violently into the kitchen, scaring the two of you away, abruptly separating and blushing up to your ears.

"So?! When will the food be ready?! I'm starving!"