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gatitties · 1 year ago

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Hello I love your writing! I had an idea of a scenario that would be the teenager (13 years old) reader ends up connecting with something and ends up having a seizure (like Kiri in Avatar 2) and all of the crew are worried it could do with the Straw Hats, Whitebeard's crew, Shanks and Law please!

—Strawhats, Whitebeard Pirates, Shanks & Law x teen!reader (platonic)

—Summary: you have a strange blackout, despite not feeling anything wrong with you, your friends care about you

—Warnings: none

You swing the shopping bags so they wouldn't hit your legs again, trying to catch up with Sanji who was a few steps ahead of you. You had offered to help him with errands and here you were carrying more bags than you should have because there was no way you were going to make more than one trip to carry everything.

You felt your fingers go numb for a few seconds, your vision blurred and you fainted out of nowhere, the sound of your body hitting the ground alarmed the blonde. He let everything he was carrying fall to the ground to attend to you immediately, panicking when he saw that you only trembled and didn't react to his voice.

He carefully carried you running towards the ship, it was so loud that he woke Zoro up, though he didn't start a fight because he heard Sanji's desperate voice calling for Chopper.

"I need help over here!"

Everyone got anxious at the cook's explanation as they waited for Chopper to come out of the room where he was checking that everything was okay.

Nami and Robin had interrupted their coffee and gossip session, Luffy was pounding on the door impatiently while Jinbe was trying to push him away, Franky, Usopp and Brook diverted their slight concern with small talk.

You didn't wake up until a few hours later, pacing the deck as if nothing had happened.

"Stop right now!"

You fell backwards, Luffy's arms wrapping around your body.

"Uff- Luffy, you're crushing me."

"What the hell are you doing!?"

Nami hit him immediately making him let go, Usopp helped you up, patting you on the shoulder.

"What's happening? You look at me as if I had grown a third eye."

"You do not remeber anything? That could be troublesome! what should I do!?" the poor reindeer began to murmur "Rest! You need to rest, one day at least."

"But I don't feel sick."

"Doctor's orders, you have to comply."

Zoro gave you a little push with a sly smile, you rolled your eyes.

"You're not the best person to talk about it..."

You were running after Ace because he had stolen your food, until your body felt weak and you fell to the ground. Ace laughed thinking that you had stumbled because it wasn't the first time you've stumbled while trying to catch up. However he became concerned when you didn't react, picking you up when he got close to do one of your 'surprise attacks'.

"Come on, get up, it's not funny..."

His hands began to sweat when he saw that your body began to convulse, he held you in his arms to keep you firm and not hit yourself.

"Shit, shit, shit… Marco!? Where is Marco!?"

Several of the guys that were out there started looking for the doctor, luckily he was on the ship, although Whitebeard was out since you just arrived a few hours ago.

"What happened-yoi?"

Marco started to ask what had happened while Ace answered him, the blonde doing a quick check, he didn't find anything unusual so he let you rest while he went to report to Whitebeard. In that short time Izo stayed by your side to watch if you woke up or not since Ace needed to calm down, he wouldn't help being tense.

You woke up a while later, Izo smiled at you as he offered you a glass of water.

"I don't notice any discomfort, maybe it was a heat stroke?"

You swore and swore that you didn't feel any pain or discomfort when Marco came to ask, even though your vital signs were stable, Whitebeard didn't let you leave the ship for a couple of days or at least be accompanied in case it happen again.

"I can't risk someone young not receiving proper medical treatment, your health is more important than that of an old man like me."

You nodded at your father's words, despite the fact that you respect him a lot, you were still a teenager and you will probably end up running away, you need a little privacy and nothing has happened to you again, you would be fine on your own sometimes.

You went looking for Shanks because you should disembark now, but knowing him he would surely be drinking in the town bar, you actually found him there.

"I invite one more round! come on kid, you can order whatever you want, as long as it's non-alcoholic."

"I don't want anything, the ship is going to set sail without you, again..."

"Oh come on, come on, don't worry so much and enjoy the night!"

You sighed, shaking your head, there was no point, you had already tried to take him back, if he didn't want to it wasn't your problem, after all he is a Yonko and he knows how to take care of himself. You decided to get out of there, however, before you could go out the door, your body vanished from one moment to the next. Your body hit the ground at the same time as Shanks's beer mug, he ran towards you trying to make you react, his screams cut through the jovial atmosphere in just seconds, the customers being intimidated by the redhead's intense gaze.

"I need a doctor, someone get a doctor!"

The urgency in his voice, his posture, his gaze... no one could just ignore his presence and keep drinking, some people even fainted from the power in his voice, a brave little man ventured to your side, his palms sweating as he was inspecting you before Shanks's eyes.

It didn't take long for you to come to, confused by the situation, despite clarifying that you felt fine, besides the fact that the doctor didn't find anything serious at first sight, it was enough for your captain.

"We'll go immediately to find the best doctor in the whole world, don't worry."

"Maybe you're exaggerating a bit... there are a lot of people who faint from some discomfort, and I don't feel bad right now"

"No, you need to go to the doctor a couple more times to make sure it's not due to a disease."

"Okay, can I at least walk on my own?"

"No."

He held your body like you were a bag, you sighed looking up at the starry sky, hoping you wouldn't be treated like glass because of a little accident, you were in the crew of a yonko for a reason, despite being young you were strong enough.

It was quite late when both of you were playing cards, Law's bad habits got mixed up with yours, even though he always scolded you because you were still too young to mess up your sleep schedule, you just ignored him.

"I won again!"

"I'm sure you're cheating."

"Of course not, who do you take me for?"

You laughed at Law's scowl, moving the cards you had hidden, he dealt again, you looked at your cards, planning your next play, though before you could put the card on the table a big puncture to your head caused you to pass out, Law put his hand between the table and your head so you wouldn't hit it.

Immediately laying you on the floor, checking your breathing and pulse instantly, clicking his tongue as he saw you have little convulsions, he put you in a better position so you wouldn't hurt yourself with your little spasms, waiting for them to subside. He used his power to check you out as quickly as possible, getting frustrated that he couldn't find anything that was causing your current situation. He decided that for now it was better to let you rest since you had stopped moving.

You woke up the next day, verifying on your own that you had no discomfort, since you did not feel any pain or discomfort, you simply got up from the patient's bed. You were very hungry so you went to have breakfast with the others. No one was alarmed because no one knew what happened to you last night so they were surprised when they saw you disappear, in your seat a pen instead of you, they shrugged their shoulders thinking that Law was going to scold you for one of your pranks.

"No one has given you permission to get out of bed, I still need to check that it's nothing serious."

"I don't feel bad, maybe it was tiredness."

"I'm not sure, that's why I need you to stay in bed and not make too much physical effort."

"But-"

"No buts, now, did you feel something strange yesterday?"

"Now that you mention it..."

You lay on the bed, answering all the questions your captain asked you, you knew you had nowhere to run when he went all 'father' and doctor, ignoring him would only make the situation worse, so you hoped it was just a little accident and not worse, but you would have Law on top of you every day to take your medicine if you had to.

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captainwholecake · 1 year ago

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Hello!! 🏵️ How are you? And how areyou guys dealing with the heat?? I'm from France and here it's finally a bit cold so I can say that we're good for now 👀 Could I please request a headcanon for Zoro, Law and Ace if you don't mind? (separately) About how they would react to a small sized fem!reader?? With like the cute moments AND the feisty HORNY! ones 👀?? Thank you! (If you don't feel comfortable doing fem s/o i don't mind gn 👌😊)

A/n: I got this so late its almost winter here but the heat was fine and I’m going to try going the fem route but I’ll still add some gn elements so my enby, masc, queerfluid homies, and anyone else who isn’t fem can enjoy this

enjoy the long comeback post homies! ;)

Warnings: Look me in the eyes and tell all three of these mf don’t have some type of size kink / praise kink … anyways, nsfw because of horniness

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Roronoa Zoro

* Wano Zoro is fire btw

anyways, the praise kink size kink middle ground

Law has a gaint size kink and Ace has a praise kink no more context is needed

Okay, lets not go on about the horniness first

I think he would be fine with it

Would ABSOLUTELY love getting shit off shelves and shit for his s/o but definitely acts like he doesn’t

Like some Tsudere bs

why do I feel like hed head pat them a lot

Its his love language ????

I imagined him snickering after he makes fun of his s/o being short and they make a angry face

whatelse sfw stuff do I want to say??

Imagining he would like to pick his s/o a lot

Bridal style, like a sack of potatoes, literally anything

ITS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE x2

He’d also give his s/o piggyback rides/let them sit on his shoulders whenever the crew is exploring and shit

Anyways, enough sfw

Like said on top the middle ground

He’d be in his s/o struggling take him

He’d coo at them about how adorable they look

LOVESSSS putting his s/o legs on his shoulders

(COUGH) also the mating press (COUGH)

you know that scene in the love equation where adam somehow puts olives whole breast in his mouth ??? Why do I think Zoro would try to do that ???

Face sititing??? yessir

loves his s/o being on top time to time

Okay, so I forgot about the praise kink part. i should clarify that the praise kink goes with the cooing and a lil of the heart pats

He’d see them struggling and go like “aw look at you taking like that, good baby” “sweetheart you’re taking me so well” type of way

Trafalgar Law

Have I used this gif before? I feel like I have but oh well

HES THE KINKIEST MF ON THE PLANET IN THE WHOLE ANIME MEN TELL ME I’M WRONG

ANYWAYS, ANYWAYS

Okay, so I feel having a small s/o for him would just him melting

Also having turn on a maternal instinct whenever their not in his slight

Penguin and Saichi going “uhh I think their with bepo” and Law loses it

He knows they can’t fight for themselves and all but also knows that they think their Chihuahua whose bigger then they’re actually are

anjssjejejw i’m so soft imagining how soft he would be

I feel he’d lean down sometimes to be at eye level them

so many forehead kisses

I have feel like all the important stuff on sleeves are low lever bc you its a submarine and all

but if they weren’t oh he make sure they were just for them

Can I say he would be OBSESSE with his s/o sitting in his lap?

Like he’s doing doctor shit late at night and his s/o has their head tucked into his neck 🥺🥺

To the whore bs

He’s probably the most into it when its comes nsfw activities

He’s SOOO into the size difference

Loves having his s/o suck on his fingers bc how big they are compared to his s/os mouth

Especially his thumb. Theres something about his hand cradling their jaw that gets him

Law would be one of those headpusher types but only do it when he knows the other person is okay with it (consent king)

He also loves the sound his s/o gagging bc their struggling to take him in their mouth (which is why he’s specifically a headpusher he makes them gag on purpose)

Strong would try use his devil fruit power in the bedroom energy

idk he takes their head off to show them exactly how small they are compared to him

Portgas D. Ace

I LOVE HIM OMG HES SO PRECIOUS WHY DID ODA KILL HIM (why does it look like he lit a blunt on fire in this gif)

Okay, the loml next

This teasing bitch

Would put stuff on the higher shelves so they have to ask for help

walks into the kitchen in shock and disappointment when he sees his s/o has climbed on the counter to get thing they need

pouts literally pouts when they don’t ask for his help to get stuff

THE WAY he wants one those cliche moments of ‘person a’ needs something high up but can’t get it so ‘person b’ surprises them by with warning getting said thing for them BUT CAN NEVER GET IT

Loves to carry is s/o around like zoro only difference for him is its need not a want

Will put his hat on them for the sole purpose of it making them look smaller by it going over their eyes

He also thinks they look good with it on

He loves when his s/o basically sleeps on top of him

You know sharing body heat (mf is made of fire)

Really likes to dip his head down when kissing his s/o and goes feral when it leads to him picking his s/o up and being at the same height

I’m getting to the whore shit now

Another thing with the hat, he absolutely LOVES it be on his s/o when their riding him

Praises galore

Always talking about how pretty his s/o and how well they take him

5 bucks says half of those praises are whimpers and whines

Can’t take his hands off their thighs (his hands are so oh big compared their legs)

Has to have their ankles on his shoulder

can not have his head in his s/o neck telling them how good they feel (WHY AM I SO PRO LOVE DRUNK ACE???)

Really likes wall sex bc hold them to be eye to eye with him

Last thing, this probably started as aftercare but just became something Ace does to comforts his s/o but he really likes to kiss both his s/o cheeks, then their forehead, tip of the of nose, and lastly a peck on the lips

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A/n: the author note up top is from like October when I started writing this but I’m too lazy to change it but rn it’s really hot where I live, I need a job to pay off half my car but all the places I apply too never call me, send email saying their full staffed/i’m not moving forward, or when I do interview I don’t get a job :( but i’m doing good

Hope you enjoyed this massive comeback post :)

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softonshanks · 3 months ago

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A quiet night

Word count: 980 words

Characters: Marco the Phoenix x female reader

Plot: This one was a request by the lovely @kazenomegaminowanpisu who asked a one shot in which the s/o woke up without Marco on her side and she went to his office and she tried to convince Marco to sleep cause it was getting late, but Marco insisted not to... So the s/o sit down on his lap and sleep (just marco adoring her while she sleeps). I guess it came out a little bit sadder than I wanted, but I hope you'd still like it.

Author's note: Very important thing before you dive in, @kazenomegaminowanpisu is a very talented artist, make sure to check her art and commission her some stuff <3

Y/N woke in a cold bed. Her arm reached out across the blankets to find only air and empty space where Marco had been. The thin and blue moonlight trickled through the slats of the cabin window, casting long shadows over the room. She sat up, brushing sleep from her eyes. It was late—too late, by the look of the moon. Maybe two in the morning. She exhaled, feeling the pull of worry stir inside her. She dressed quickly and slipped through the door, careful not to wake anyone else. The air outside was cool, with a soft breeze pushing off the sea, and the ship creaked faintly with the swells of the waves. The stars above were scattered, sharp points of light.

She walked the deck with soft steps, peering through the dim light for any sign of Marco. The crew was quiet, most of them lost to their dreams. A few kept watch, their shoulders hunched, heads tilted to the sea. She stopped and asked the first one she saw.

“Have you seen Marco?”

The man shook his head. “Not since he came to sleep with you”.

She moved to the next one, a wiry man leaning against the mast, picking at his nails. He shrugged when she asked.

“No idea. Probably off somewhere thinking too much again.”

The girl nodded. She knew that was true. Marco could be like that, disappearing into himself, tangled in thoughts. She crossed the deck slowly, the wood cool beneath her feet. She passed the galley, the medic room, the empty crows’ nest. No sign of him anywhere. It wasn’t until her eyes fell on the faint glow of light spilling from under a door on the far side that she remembered. His office.

She moved toward it. The door was half-cracked, so she pushed it open with one hand. Marco sat at his desk, leaning back in his chair, a stack of books and papers spread in front of him. His eyes were fixed on a worn notebook, his fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose. He didn’t look up at first.

“Marco,” she said, softly. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

His head lifted slowly, his blue eyes a little foggy with exhaustion. “Hey. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No. You just weren’t there.”

He gave a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He looked away again, his hand tracing over the pages of the notebook absently.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked, stepping closer to him. Her fingers brushed along the back of his chair.

“Just thinking,” he said quietly. “Whitebeard wasn’t doing well tonight. Worse than usual. I gave him some medicine… it helped a little.”

His voice faded, and she could hear the frustration hidden in it. He stared down at the desk. “But it’s not enough. None of it’s enough. No matter how hard I study, no matter how much I try to learn, I can’t… I can’t heal him. All I do is push it off a little longer.” He clenched his jaw, his hand balling into a fist. “I’m just… delaying the inevitable. He’s going to die.”

The girl watched him, her heart sinking. She understood the weight he carried. It wasn’t just responsibility; it was love, the fierce kind that made it impossible to accept failure. She knelt beside him, her fingers trailing over his arm. “Marco,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady. “You’re doing everything you can. Whitebeard knows that. We all do.”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. She cupped his face with her hand, guiding his gaze back to hers. She pressed her forehead to his. “You’re not a god, Marco,” she said gently. “You’re just a man. You can’t control life and death. You’re here for him now, and that’s what matters.”

He closed his eyes, letting her words sink in, his breath shallow and heavy. She kissed his forehead, soft as a whisper, and then again, on the bridge of his nose, down to his lips, lightly. She lingered there for a moment, her hand still resting on his cheek.

“Come to bed,” she said. “You’re tired. You’ve done enough for tonight.”

Marco shook his head slowly. “I can’t. Not yet.”

She frowned but didn’t press him further. Instead, she slipped onto his lap, curling her body against his. “Fine,” she murmured, resting her head against his chest. “But I’m staying here, then.”

He smiled, this time a little warmer, and his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. She nuzzled deeper into him, her body molding to the contours of his. His heartbeat was steady against her ear, the faint rhythm comforting. Minutes passed, her breathing slowed as sleep started to pull her under again. Marco watched her, his fingers gently stroking her hair. He could feel the soft rise and fall of her chest, the warmth of her body melting into his. The lines of her face were peaceful, calm in the way only sleep could bring. He kissed her forehead, soft and slow, his lips brushing her skin like the lightest touch of wind. His hand cupped her cheek, and he kissed her again, a quiet reverence in his movements.

In the stillness of the night, with the weight of the world heavy on his shoulders, Marco found a small moment of peace in her. He held her as she slept, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her skin. There were no answers in the books, and no cure for what was coming. But right now, in the quiet of the ship, he let himself forget it.

Just for a little while.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #fluff #angst #romantic #one piece kiss #one piece romantic #marco one piece #marco the phoenix #onepiece request #request #whitebeard pirates #whitebeard one piece

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dearobinchwan · 1 year ago

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𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰

pairing : ace x fem!reader

wc : 1.081

summary : you and Ace found solace in a hammock after a grueling battle with the Marines.

The Moby Dick gently swayed beneath the moonlit sky. Exhausted from the battle, Ace took your hand as you both headed to a quiet spot with a waiting hammock. The deck still buzzed with post-fight activity, but in this corner, it was just the two of you.

The sound of distant laughter and celebratory cheers faded as you found the secluded spot. Ace secured the hammock between two sturdy posts, and you both settled into its embrace. The rhythmic creaking of the hammock matched the soothing sounds of the ship sailing through calm waters.

Ace's gaze met yours, his eyes reflecting a mixture of weariness and relief. “That was a tough one,” he said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet night.

You nodded, feeling the weight of the battle still lingering in the air. “Yeah, but we made it through. We always do,” you replied, a reassuring smile playing on your lips.

He returned the smile, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. “Couldn't have done it without you,” Ace admitted, squeezing your hand gently.

The moment hung in the air, a shared understanding of the unspoken bond forged in the heat of battle. The night sky above sparkled with stars, and Ace's thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand.

As you both lay there, the fatigue of the fight began to give way to a different kind of warmth—the comfort of being close to someone who understood the highs and lows of the pirate's life. The ship rocked gently, and the soft murmurs of the crew became a distant lullaby.

“I never get tired of looking at the stars,” Ace mused, breaking the comfortable silence. “They make everything else seem so small, you know?”

You followed his gaze, losing yourself in the shimmering expanse above. “Yeah, it's like a reminder that there's so much more out there than just the battles we fight.”

Ace nodded, his expression thoughtful. “And moments like these make it all worth it. Just taking a break, looking up at the sky, and realizing there's a whole world waiting for us.”

After a moment of comfortable silence, Ace spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. “You know, when I was a kid, I used to dream about adventures like these. I'd stare at the stars and imagine all the places beyond the horizon.”

You listened attentively, encouraging him to share more about his past. “Really? What kind of adventures did you dream about?”

Ace chuckled softly, a distant look in his eyes. “Oh, all sorts. Sailing to uncharted islands, discovering hidden treasures, and, of course, becoming the strongest pirate out there. I guess some dreams never really change.”

“As I grew older, the dreams evolved, but the stars were always there, guiding me,” Ace continued. “Even in the darkest times, looking up at the night sky brought a sense of comfort, like there was something greater watching over me.”

In a moment of unspoken understanding, Ace gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. The air crackled with a quiet anticipation as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Ace whispered, “I don't say it enough, but I appreciate having you by my side. In the toughest battles and the quietest moments, you're always there.”

You smiled, your fingers gently caressing his cheek. The moonlight highlighted the warmth in his eyes, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest. “Ace, I wouldn't trade these moments for anything. You mean everything to me.”

As the conversation shifted to the recent fight with the Marines, Ace's tone became a blend of seriousness and reflection. “They came at us with everything they had. It was tough, but having you there, fighting by my side, made all the difference.”

You listened intently, your gaze locked with his. “We make a good team, don't we?” you said, a proud smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Ace nodded, a smirk playing on his face. “The best. I wouldn't want anyone else watching my back.”

“I thought we were done for when that Marine captain unleashed that surprise attack,” Ace admitted, his eyes holding a mixture of amusement and relief. “But you, you pulled off that move with such finesse. I couldn't help but be impressed.”

You chuckled, remembering the close call. “Well, you taught me a thing or two about finesse in our sparring sessions. I just applied what I learned.”

Ace grinned, the admiration evident in his eyes. “You're incredible, princess, you know that?”

Your cheeks warmed at his compliment. “Only because I have an incredible teacher.”

The air was charged with a sweet mixture of vulnerability and affection, and Ace's hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent promise.

“Tonight has been perfect,” Ace said, his gaze never leaving yours. “Under the stars, with you in my arms, I couldn't ask for anything more.”

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

Amidst the serious recounting of events, a playful glint entered Ace's eyes. “Did you notice when I had that, uh, narcoleptic episode?” he said, a grin spreading across his face.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. “Narcoleptic episode? Is that what you're calling it now?”

Ace chuckled, “Well, I did nod off for a split second in the middle of the fight. It was like my body decided it was the perfect time for a power nap.”

You couldn't help but laugh, imagining the scene. “Oh, fire fist Ace, the fearsome pirate, catching some Zs in the middle of battle. I'm sure the Marines were terrified.”

Ace rolled his eyes in mock offense. “Hey, it's not like I planned it. I was just resting my eyes for a moment, and next thing I knew, you were waking me up, and we were back in action.”

“Resting your eyes, huh? Classic Ace move,” you teased, poking him playfully.

He nudged you back. “Well, you have to admit, it added a bit of drama to the whole thing. The Marines probably thought I was pulling some secret technique.”

You both shared a laugh, the lighthearted banter weaving seamlessly into the quiet night.

“I guess even the strongest pirates need a quick nap now and then,” you teased, leaning in to steal another quick kiss.

Ace grinned, “Only when they have the most amazing girlfriend by their side to keep them on their toes.”

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#—scenario #divider by cafekitsune #one piece #opla #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you #ace x reader #one piece x reader #asl brothers #one piece ace #fire fist ace #whitebeard pirates #the reader is so lucky to have him

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cozage · 1 year ago

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The Daughter's Return: Stories from the Vault

Some old stories from when you were a kid! This is LONG but its eight short stories from various ages of the readers life!

For those of you that might be reading for the first time, this is a prequel to The Daughter’s Return, but you can read it independently if you’re just looking for cute little stories!

This idea was sent to me by anonymous! CW: some mentions of child abuse (in Age 5 story and Age 11 Story) Word Count: 7.3k Part One | Next Chapter | Table of Contents | Read on AO3

Magic - Age 5

You had gotten hopelessly lost. You had told Marco you knew your way back to the ship, and you had stormed off. He was taking too long. And now you weren’t sure which way to turn. You had a great sense of direction at sea, but it didn’t seem to be the same on land.

Some men were talking nearby. They looked a little rough, but that never deterred your father from talking to people, and it wouldn't deter you. “Excuse me,” you said, and the men immediately stopped talking. “I think I’m lost.”

“Lost, huh?” The man with a scar on his cheek chuckled. “Too bad, kid. We’re busy.”

“But-”

“Hang on, Tank,” the man without teeth said. “I know her from somewhere.”

The two exchanged glances, and then crouched down to your level. You knew they would help if you asked.

“Where you gotta get to, little girl?” Tank asked.

“The docks,” you explained. “My dad has a ship.”

Both of their eyes got wide, and they looked at each other once again.

“Say kid, what’s your dad's name?” Tank licked his lips. “Wouldn’t happen to be Whitebeard, would it?”

“That’s it!” you cried out. “You know him?”

“Yeah,” the other man said. “We’re good friends. In fact, we were just about to give him this too.”

The man held up a strange-looking fruit. You weren’t sure what your father would do with a fruit. There were plenty of normal fruits on the ship already. Maybe it was special. Maybe it was magical. It certainly looked magical.

“Let’s go, kid,” Tank said. He grabbed your hand and gripped it firmly. It was almost painful, but you didn’t complain. You didn’t want to be in more trouble.

The three of you walked for a long time, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were going further into the island. You were now in the middle of the jungle, and you guessed that the men were lost now too. You should’ve stuck with Marco. This was getting complicated.

“Listen Sunny, I don’t got a good feeling about this,” Tank mumbled, his eyes on you.

“What are you talking about? Listen, the N-”

“Shush! Not around the kid! She’s worth 10 million berries for a reason!”

“Hey kid,” Sunny said looking at you. “You stand right here and don’t move. We’ll be right back.”

He placed the fruit on a log nearby, and the two of them walked a couple of yards away to speak privately.

You knew you should spend your time listening in on their conversation, but you couldn’t stop staring at the black fruit in front of you. It was like it was alive, the undertones of the fruit shifting in color from yellow to orange to red, and then back again. It had to be magical.

You weren’t sure how you ended up beside it, or how it ended up in your hands. You were mesmerized by it. It would make a good gift for your father, but you wanted nothing more than to try it yourself first. Just a small piece. It wouldn’t even be noticeable. You closed your eyes and took a small bite.

It took everything you had not to gag. This was a terrible gift. It tasted horrible. You chewed, and then swallowed, and finally began coughing from the horrid taste of it. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t this.

“Hey! What the hell are you-” Sunny’s eyes got wide, and you heard him scream out a string of curses.

“Spit it out, you devil!” Tank screamed, running at you. “We can’t sell that to the Navy if you eat it!”

The Navy? No, this fruit was supposed to be going to your father. They had told you that.

Sunny got to you first, and he slapped you hard across the face. Your skin stung, and you could feel tears rising in your eyes. But you held onto the strange fruit. You refused to let it go now. It was your magic fruit.

“You little bitch!” Sunny screamed, shaking you like a rag doll. “You ruined everything! We were going to make a fortune off of that!”

“Sunny, relax,” Tank reasoned. “We can still turn the kid in. The Navy will give us more since she’s got powers now.”

“The Navy?” You were confused. “You were supposed to take me to my dad.”

“We hunt pirates. Which is what you are,” Sunny sneered. “You’re going straight to Naval Headquarters, kid. They’ll probably kill you the moment you arrive.”

“No.” You could feel tears rising, and you took a step back, trying to get away from them. “No. I want to go to my dad.”

“Get her, Tank.”

Tank’s large arms reached for you, and you squeezed your eyes shut. You let out a loud shriek, hoping to attract someone-anyone-who might help. You held your magic fruit tight and felt a strange pull in your stomach, but you refused to open your eyes.

You couldn’t hear Tank and Sunny anymore, or anything for that matter. Everything seemed eerily quiet, even though you were in the middle of the forest.

When you finally opened your eyes, it looked like a bomb had gone off around you. You were standing in a hardened lava flow that stretched out at least 100 yards on every side of you. There were no signs of trees or grass, only blackened volcanic rock.

You heard the familiar flap of wings above you, and Marco dropped down in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, checking your body for any sign of injury. You flinched when he touched your cheek, still sore from Sunny’s slap. “Who did this to you?”

“Nobody,” you said, tears welling in your eyes. You couldn’t let him know you had gotten lost. You couldn’t let him know you had gotten hurt.

His eyes scanned the surrounding area, clearly in disbelief at the power emitted. “Who did this?”

“I don’t know.” You wiped at your eyes. Your throat hurt from screaming so much.

Suddenly Marco’s entire body got tense, and he pulled your magical fruit out from your hands, examining it.

“It’s for dad.” You sniffled. “That’s what the guys said.”

“What guys?” His eyes found the small bite you had taken, and they grew wide. “Did you eat this?”

You took a step back from him, afraid he might hit you too. Marco had never hit you before, but the fruit seemed to make people do crazy things.

“No,” you lied, trying your hardest not to cower.

“Y/N. Did you eat this?!” He shoved the fruit in your face, pointing to the tiny bite you had taken.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, falling to your knees. “Please don’t hit me. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Marco’s voice was instantly soft again, making you cry even more. “I’ve got you, kid. You’re safe.”

“It looked so good,” you cried. You let him pick you up, and you cried into his shoulder. “But it was so yucky.”

“It’s okay,” he soothed, rubbing your back. “They’re not very yummy, I know.”

“I want to go home.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he took flight into the sky, holding you and your magic fruit tightly.

You must’ve fallen asleep mid-flight, because when you woke up, Marco was still holding you, but you were now on a boat. Home.

“What kind of fruit?” Your father whispered.

“Some kind with lava properties, it appears. There was a huge explosion, and I found her surrounded by hundreds of feet of cooled lava on all sides.”

“Hundreds?” Your father sounded skeptical.

“I can take you back to the place I found her, if you’d like to see.”

The thought of going back to Tank and Sunny made you let out an involuntary whimper, and you squeezed Marco’s neck. “Please don’t make me go back to the bad men. I won’t leave your side again, Marco. Promise.”

“The bad men?” Your father asked.

“Can you tell us about them?” Marco asked, prying you from him and setting you on the ground.

“They said they were bringing me and the fruit back to you,” you explained. “But when I ate the magic fruit, they got really mad at me and then they disappeared.”

“Disappeared?” your father asked, “Disappeared how?”

“I dunno. I closed my eyes and screamed and when I opened them they were gone.”

Your father gave Marco a quick glance of concern, and then turned his attention back to you.

“I’m just glad you’re safe, punk.” You father stretched out his hands and you ran to him, clamoring up onto his lap.

“You’re not mad?” you asked, looking up at him with big, watery eyes. “Even though I ate your fruit?”

“It’s your fruit now.” Your father laughed. “What’s it called?”

“The Vulcan-Vulcan fruit,” you said instantly, though you weren’t sure how you knew it. “Am I magic now like you and Marco?”

Your father gave you a big grin, pulling you in for a tight hug. “You sure are! But we're going to have to teach you how to use that magic, okay?”

“Okay!”

---

Trouble - Age 7

Marco pulled open the doors to the supply closet, and bent his head down to make eye contact with you.

“Whatcha doin' in here, kid?” he asked, seeing the guilt written all across your face.

“Hiding.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“I’m gonna be in trouble.”

He smirked. So you had caused that fire at the base of the main mast. “Mind if I join you?”

You shook your head, and he climbed in next to you and shut the cabinet door behind him. The two of you sat there in the dark, him waiting for you to speak.

“I didn’t mean to,” you finally whispered. “I just got mad.”

“What are we supposed to do when people make us mad?”

“They were laughing at me. Calling me princess and making fun of me. I tried to ignore them, Marco. I promise I did try!”

“They’re not trying to be mean,” Marco explained, but you shook your head.

“They were being mean! They weren’t being funny-mean like you or Thatch or Izou! They were just being mean!” You could feel the magma under your skin start to churn, making it feel like a thousand bugs were crawling across your skin. A slight glow came from you as you shifted in discomfort, illuminating the closet.

“Deep breaths. I don’t want this stuff to catch on fire too.”

You let out a small sob and buried your head in your knees. “Now you’re being mean! Just leave me alone!”

“I’m just teasing,” Marco said, putting his hand on your shoulder. He sucked in a breath at the heat you were emitting, but he didn’t remove his hand.

“I hate this power,” you cried. “I can’t control it! It’s stupid and it just keeps hurting people!”

“Breathe with me,” Marco said. You heard him take a deep breath in, and you followed his lead. When he breathed out, you did. When he breathed in, you did.

After a few minutes, you could feel your body starting to relax, the magma beneath your skin stilling, and peace returning once again.

“Can I just give this power back?” you asked. “It’s been two years and I can’t figure it out. I’m failing.”

“You’re not failing,” Marco said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “You’re learning.”

---

Nap - Age 8

You preferred to sleep in your father’s study during the day. Marco always made you take a nap, but you didn’t really need naps anymore. You were getting too old for that.

But, when you were “asleep” in your father’s study, sometimes you got to hear top secret reports. Things only the reporter and Pops knew about. And you, but nobody knew that. So you didn’t mind nap time too much, as long as you got to be in his office.

Today had been boring, though. No reports at all. Just your father working quietly at his desk, the scratch of pen against paper slowly lulling you to sleep.

And then the door creaked open.

“Pops,” a man whispered. “We found it.”

Your father’s pen stopped moving, and your ears perked up as you laid against the cot in the back of his office.

“Found what?” Your father asked.

“The fruit.”

“Is it safe?”

The man sighed, coming into the room and taking a seat at the desk. “It’s with a kid.”

Your father paused, and you could sense him trying to figure out if you were asleep or not. You steadied your breathing and your heart rate as best you could, keeping your entire body still.

You heard him shift back in his chair, his attention turned to the crewmate in front of him. “A kid?”

“He just started sailing in the North Blue. Just a teenager. Trafalgar Law.”

“How the hell did a kid get his hands on a fruit like that? And where in the North Blue?”

“We believe he’s from Flevance.”

“Flevance!?” Your father’s voice was louder from disbelief, causing you to flinch. He lowered it again instantly, aware of your presence and not wanting to wake you. “So he’s a walking corpse. It's just a matter of time.”

“That’s the thing, sir. We have reason to believe he’s been cured.”

“With immortality? That’s not how the Ope-Ope fruit works. Someone else has to-”

“We’ve confirmed he’s the one in possession of the Ope-Ope ability. We believe he used it to cure himself.”

“Incredible,” your father breathed out. “He was just a kid when it went missing. He was that knowledgeable at such a young age?”

“It appears that way. But all files about Flevance have been destroyed, so there’s no record of his family.”

“I see.” Your father hummed, trying to weigh a decision. “Have we sent people to him? To invite him to join us?”

“He didn’t seem interested.”

“But he’s not hostile?”

“Unclear,” the man said. “We have reports that he used to be a part of the Donquixote Family, but that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore.”

“Any idea what caused the split?”

“No,” the man said. “But reports say Trafalgar disappeared the same time another member did. Code name Corazon.”

“Damn that Doflamingo,” your father cursed. “He makes a mess wherever he goes.”

“What should we do, Pops? Want us to bring him in anyway?”

“No,” he said immediately. “Leave him alone. Seems like that kid has been through enough. Just keep tabs on him, and let me know when he enters the Grand Line.”

“Sure thing. You sure that’s all you want to do? The Ope-Ope fruit-”

“Belongs to Trafalgar. He decides what to do with it. We should respect that.”

“Alright.” You heard the door creak open and shut once again.

“You are never to tell anyone what you just heard.” Your father’s voice was dangerously serious; so much that it caused the hairs to stand up on your neck. “Never. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut tighter.

“Good.” He went back to writing.

You tried to sleep, but your mind couldn’t stop wandering to the boy in the North Blue. You wondered if he was nice. You wondered if you’d ever meet him. You hoped your paths would cross some way one day.

---

Stargazing - Age 9

“Marco!”

“I’m busy tonight.” The first division ruffled your hair playfully. “It’s late anyway, you should go to sleep.”

“But-!”

“Go on! It’s going to get crazy here in a bit anyway,” Marco said. “You know how Pops feels about you being out during party nights.”

“That’s not fair,” you pouted. “I’m still part of the crew. I should be able to party.”

“Maybe when you’re in double digits,” Marco jested.

“Really?!”

“Go!”

Thatch peeked his head in the door. “How about you come hang with me, squirt?”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “I’m not a squirt!”

“Of course. How could I forget?” He gave you a deep bow. “Your majesty.”

You giggled at his actions, already forgetting about Marco. “Take me to the kitchen, Mister Knight!”

“Gladly.” He scooped you up and dangled you upside down, causing you to squeal in delight.

“No, Thatch! Not like that!” you giggled, squirming in his grasp.

“Sorry madam, I can’t seem to hear you,” he said, shaking you and causing you to squeal even louder. “You said just like that?”

You erupted into another round of squeals and giggles, and he escorted you from the room to the kitchen upside down. When you arrived at the kitchen, he easily tossed you into the air and set you on the seat in front of the stove. “What would you like, O’ Princess of the Seas?”

It’s the name that had been coined for you across the Grand Line ever since your bounty shot up to 200 million. Daughter of Whitebeard: Princess of the Seas. You had a love/hate relationship with it, but when the commanders said it, you thought it sounded quite nice.

“Ice cream!” you called, a glint in your eye.

“Aw, come on!” Thatch complained. “You know you can’t have that this late.”

You gave him the biggest pouty face and sweetest doe eyes you could muster. “Just this time?”

He let out a chuckle and shook his head. “You’re devious, kid. Devious.” Bending down, he pulled out two bowls and an ice cream scooper. You immediately dropped the act, a huge smile appearing across your face.

“Can we do chocolate?” you asked hopefully.

“Might as well,” Thatch sighed, opening the freezer. “You better eat all the vegetables I give you tomorrow.”

“I’ll help you make them, if you want!” You were bouncing up and down in your seat in anticipation.

Thatch groaned at your excitement. “I’m gonna pay for this, I can tell.” Regardless, he scooped out two heaping scoops for you, and two for him.

He slid the bowl across to you, and you immediately dug in. He watched you in humor for a few bites, and then began eating his own. “How’s your training coming?”

“I’ve almost got the hang of it!” you said proudly. “I can practice small stuff on the ship now.”

Thatch laughed. “You’re not a fire hazard anymore?”

You smiled at his half-joke. “Only sometimes.”

“Good to hear.” He glanced down at your already empty bowl and smiled, impressed with your eating skills. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Wait!” You threw your hands up, begging him to stop. “Can’t we do something else? Please Uncle Thatch?”

It was a desperate attempt, you knew that. But the commanders always melted when you called them uncle. It was the easiest trick in the book, yet they bent to it every time.

You could see a slight rose color dust across Thatch’s cheeks, and you knew you had succeeded.

“Fine, fine! Come on, I think tonight will be a good night.”

“A good night for what?” you asked, but he just picked you up and set you on his strong, broad shoulders, silently carrying you out onto the deck.

It was loud outside. You had to cover your ears from all the music and the screaming. But Thatch didn’t head toward the party. He turned and the two of you snuck up the stairs to the back of the ship.

It was significantly quieter back here, like someone had placed a wall between you all and the party. He set you down at the very back of the boat, and laid down next to you.

“What are you doing?” you stood over him, pouting downward.

Thatch just laughed. “You’re looking the wrong way, kid.” He pointed to the sky. “Look up.”

You followed his finger upward, and found a sky more full of stars than you had ever seen before.

“Woah,” you breathed out, full of amazement and wonder. “There’s so many.”

“Lay down.” He patted the deck next to him, and you did what you were told. “If you watch closely, you might see a shooting star.”

“Really?” you gasped, your eyes scanning the sky even more intensely. You were attempting to look at every place at once, desperate to find what he had promised.

“Just pick a piece of the sky and watch it,” Thatch advised. “You’ve really never done this?”

“A few times,” you admitted. “But the sky has never looked this radent.”

“Radiant,” Thatch corrected, a smile on his lips. “Guessing you read that in one of your books.”

“Yeah. Sometimes-oh! There!” you pointed to the streak of light across the sky. “Did you see that one!?”

“Yeah! Good eye,” Thatch noted. “You’re very observant.”

“Dad says I’ll make a good strategist.”

Thatch glanced over at you. “Do you want to be a strategist?”

“I think so.” You kept your eyes on the sky. “I don’t know though. Sometimes it’s overwhelming to think that much.”

“You seem to like correcting Marco in the meetings.”

“Well, he doesn’t think of all the things he should!” Thatch laughed at your comment, but he didn’t say anything more.

“There’s another one!” you cried after a few moments, pointing at the sky.

“Gah! I missed it! Well, make a wish.”

“A wish?” you asked. You hadn’t heard of that before.

“It’s a thing you do in the North Blue. If nobody else sees the shooting star, you make a wish and they say it’ll come true.”

“But it won’t actually come true, right?” you reasoned. That was silly.

Thatch just shrugged. “Might as well try. What does it hurt?”

And so you closed your eyes and thought about what you wanted to wish for. A friend. That would be nice. One your own age. One who you could play games with and laugh with and tell secrets too. You wished for a friend.

“I made my wish,” you said, opening your eyes again.

“Don’t tell me what it was. You have to keep it a secret.”

“Okay,” you agreed. You watched the sky for a little while longer, but you didn’t see any more shooting stars. You must’ve used them all up on your wish. “Hey Thatch?”

“Hm?”

“Thanks for never making fun of me. Like when I mess up or stuff.”

“Why would I make fun of you?” he asked. You could hear the confusion in his voice.

“Some people do. But you don’t. So…thanks.”

“Sure, kid. Let me know if I ever hurt your feelings or I accidentally make fun of you, okay?” He sighed, and you could hear that he was struggling to stay awake. “Thanks for hanging out with me tonight.”

“I like stargazing,” you said, your eyes starting to droop.

“Me too, kid.”

---

Friend - Age 11

You were eleven when your wish came true. You wished on several stars since that first one, an overwhelming amount of them were spent on a friend your age. And there she was. Standing in front of you. She was slightly taller than you, and maybe a year or two older. But she would do.

“This is Whitey,” your father said, introducing you to the new girl. “She’s joining the crew as your new sister, so make her feel welcome.”

It took approximately four hours for you and Whitey to become best friends. The two of you shrieked with joy as you trampled across the deck. You bulldozed through people without a care in the world.

At night, the two of you hid under the covers, whispering secrets while you held your hand over your mouth to muffle the giggles. You made up stories and told her about the crew, and she told you about her life hopping from island to island, working under new people every few years.

One morning, it was just you and Thatch in the kitchen. You swung your feet while you sat on the barstool, waiting for Thatch to finish your eggs. You had heard enough stories, but you were afraid to ask Whitey directly. You didn’t want to lose a friend. Thatch wouldn’t make fun of you for asking, though.

“Was Whitey a slave?”

You heard Thatch make a garbled noise, like you had caught him off guard with your question. “What makes you think that?”

“The stories she told me. She moved around a lot, and the people were always really mean to her. She has a lot of scars on her hands.”

“Observant as always,” Thatch mumbled. “Yeah. Pops and Marco found her in the street, searching for food. But she used to be a slave.”

“Did we kidnap her?”

“You can’t kidnap a slave, kid. You free them.” He plated your egg, and threw some bread on the pan to toast it.

“So she’s free now?” you asked.

“Yep.”

“But she’s a kid.” Your brows knit together, trying to understand. “Kids are supposed to be with their family. Shouldn’t we take her back to her parents?”

“We’re her family now,” Thatch explained. “That’s what matters.”

“What if her parents miss her?” you asked. “Pops would miss me if I found another family.”

Thatch put the toast on your plate and slid it over to you. You could tell he was thinking carefully of how to word what he wanted to say.

“I don’t think Whitey’s family was very kind to her. I don’t think they miss her,” he said. “I don’t even think they know her. She’s been a slave for so long, they probably forgot about her.”

“Forgot?!” you cried. “I could never forget my family! I could never forget you!”

“And I’ll never forget you,” Thatch promised. “But some families aren’t close like ours. Some don’t like each other at all.”

“That doesn’t sound very much like family.” You weren’t really hungry anymore. This discussion had made you lose your appetite.

“It’s not. That’s why we're Whitey’s family now. So make sure you’re the best sister you can be, okay?”

“Okay! We're gonna do Spa Day!” You jumped off the barstool and raced out the door. You had to make Whitey feel like the most loved person in the whole world. She was your best friend and your newest sister.

“Your breakfast!” Thatch called, but you were already gone.

“Whitey!” You jumped on her, still asleep in bed. “Whitey, wake up!”

“I don’t want to,” she groaned, flipping away from you.

“But we’re gonna have Spa Day!”

Her eyes peeked out from behind the covers. “Spa Day?”

“Spa Day!” you cried. “Come on!”

You pulled her out of bed and to the female bathhouse. You immediately stripped down to your underwear, but Whitey kept all her clothes on. The two of you worked together to fill the tub full of hot water, steam spreading throughout the room.

“Oh! I forgot!” you threw your back clothes on quickly. “I need the vegetables!”

“Vegetables?” But you were already racing out the door and back to the kitchen.

“Thatch!” you yelled, running into the kitchen. Marco was in there, and he looked at you in an amused manner.

“Is it inside-out day?” Marco teased, and you stuck your tongue out at him. In your haste, you had thrown your clothes on the wrong way. But that didn’t matter right now.

“Here,” Thatch said, handing you a basket. “There’s salts, peppermint, and lavender. Put those in the bath. Over here are the aloe-coconut facemasks, just apply those before you get in the tub. The cucumbers over your eyes. Got it?”

You squealed in delight. “Thank you!!!”

“I’ve got stones on the warmer for when you’re done!” he called out to you as you ran back to the bathroom.

“You spoil her,” Marco chided.

“Oh please, as if you don't.”

“Got the vegetables,” you panted as you entered the bathhouse, exhausted from running across the ship.

Whitey was still dressed, and you frowned at her hesitance as you stripped down. “Whitey, you have to take your clothes off.”

“What?!” You could see her cheeks pink. “All of them?”

“To get in the bath, yeah.”

“Maybe I could just keep my shirt on.”

“No,” you said. “The fibers get into the drain and clog it.”

“Well I don’t want to take my shirt off.”

You scowled. “Why not? I have mine off.”

You could see the panic in her eyes at your question, her entire body tensing. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Whitey-”

“Spa Day is stupid!” she screamed. She slammed the door as she left, making you jump at its echo in the room.

You tried your best not to cry. You really did. But by the time you were in the kitchen returning the ingredients to Thatch, your vision was too blurry to see his frame.

“She didn’t want to do Spa Day,” you sobbed, globs of lava mixing in with your tears. “She said it was stupid!”

“Oh, okay.” Thatch took the basket from you and set it to the side. “I’m sorry, kid.”

“I hate her!” you screamed, your skin starting to boil. “She’s so mean! She’s just like everyone else!”

“What exactly happened?” Marco asked, coming over to help mitigate your frustration.

“I told her no shirts in the bath,” you said between breaths. “Because that’s the rule!”

“Okay, uh, kid-” Thatch took a step back, letting Marco take over. The doctor had a bit more heat tolerance with your literal meltdowns. Your tears were starting to drip down onto the wood, burning holes into them.

“Y/N. Stop.” Marco said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I know you’re upset, but we’re not going to destroy Thatch’s nice kitchen because of it, okay?”

Your lips puckered out, trying to hold in your sadness. “Sorry,” you whimpered. You wiped the hot tears from your face.

“Why do you think Whitey didn’t want to take off her shirt?” Marco asked. “Think about it.”

You bit your lip, thinking long and hard about why a shirt was a big deal. “She’s embarrassed.”

“Good,” Marco said, nodding his head. “Do we think we can bend the rules for it this one time to make her feel more at home?”

“But-”

“The drain, I know,” Marco finished for you. “I’ll talk to Pops. Don’t empty the tub when you guys leave, and let me know when you’re done, okay?”

You looked over at Thatch, trying to ask him a secret question. Why was she embarrassed? You silently asked.

Thatch nodded, understanding. “Think about what we talked about this morning.”

Family? No, not that. Whitey used to be a slave. She had scars on her hands. Maybe she had scars on her back too. Maybe she didn’t want to show them.

“Thank you Marco.” You gave him a hug, finally calm again. “And thank you Thatch.” You ran over and gave him a hug too. “Sorry about your floor.”

“It can be fixed,” Thatch assured you. He handed the basket back to you. “Just like you and Whitey.”

You walked back to your room, your stomach bubbling with nerves.

“Whitey?” you knocked softly on the door, and then opened it.

“Go away.”

“We can still do Spa Day,” you said.

“I said go away.”

“You can keep your shirt on,” you said. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll keep my shirt on too.”

Whitey turned over to look at you. “You will?”

You nodded. “We can have Shirt Spa Day.”

Whitey giggled. “Shirt Spa Day. That’s funny.”

“Shirt Spa Day!” you chanted, and she joined in with you. The two of you skipped down to the bathhouse, still chanting your silly string of words, and solidifying a tradition that would last for years to come.

---

Learning - Age 13

You screamed out in frustration, volcanic glass shattering around you. You had been trying for days to get this new technique right, and you could never make it like how you were envisioning.

A small beam of volcanic magma. That’s all you were trying to do. But you couldn’t get right. It was either the wrong consistency, or the wrong angle, or didn’t even come out at all.

And this evening you all were leaving the island. It would be at least a few days before you could practice again. Not that you had made any headway. You were still back at square one. You hadn’t done anything.

“Looks like you're struggling,” a familiar voice boomed, laughing at your distress.

You quickly composed yourself, trying to appear somewhat level-headed before you turned to the voice.

“Teach!” you said, putting on a smile and giving a laugh. “Yeah, just a little bit.”

“Maybe I can help?”

You gave a polite smile, not wanting to appear rude. You weren’t entirely sure what Teach could do to help, since he didn’t have a devil fruit ability. But Marco and your father had left you to figure it out on your own, and you could use any help you could get.

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

“Just a thin lava stream projectile,” you explained. “One that can be small and precise if I need to take out one person in a group.”

Teach nodded, impressed with your idea. “Have you got the lava beam worked out yet?”

“No, that’s the problem. I can’t make it at all.”

“Let me see.”

You frowned, but you did as you were told. You held your hand out, pointing to a rock, and tried to make a small strand of lava shoot from your hand. You could feel the energy building up, like all of the pressure was stuck behind a wall.

And then there was a flash, and magma erupted from the ground around you, spewing hundreds of feet into the air.

Luckily Teach was far enough away that the blast zone didn’t hit him. He simply laughed at your misfortune, a loud booming cackle.

“I see your problem,” he said. “You’re too strong.”

You scowled at him, thinking he might be trying to make fun of you. “What do you mean?”

“You’re trying to make a tiny beam. But you don’t even know what the beam should look like. You’re doing too much at once and overloading your senses.”

“Marco said I should start small,” you said.

“Marco doesn’t have your kind of power.” He laughed again, walking over to you. “Look, kid. Just focus on making a beam. It doesn’t matter how big it is. Don’t limit it. Just envision a beam hitting, say…that rock over there. Try that, okay?”

You looked at your hands, skeptical of his advice. “Okay.” You took a deep breath, and held out your hands in the direction of the rock. “You might want to step back.”

“Don’t need to. Don’t kill me, okay?”

You couldn't kill Teach. He was one of the oldest members on the ship. He had always been there. You'd never forgive yourself if you even burned him a little. You had to get this right. You took one more breath, trying your best to center yourself and envision the kind of thing you wanted. And then, you pushed the lava out of your hands, aiming for the rock.

It hit. Exactly how you imagined it would. Well, it was kind of hard to miss the rock. Your beam was about 10 times larger than what you had initially wanted. But it was a beam.

You could hear Teach cheering behind you, whooping and hollering at your success.

“I did it!” you screamed, hardly believing it yourself.

“You’ve got power, kid!” Teach patted your head in approval, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. You had been failing because you had been limiting yourself. But you weren’t a failure. You were powerful.

“It’s my dream to perfect this,” you said, a grin on your face. “Perfect this and become division two commander.”

“That should be a pretty easy goal for you to reach,” Teach said. “Better start thinking of another dream soon.”

“Do you have any dreams, Teach?”

“We all have dreams, kid. I’m just glad I could help you get closer to yours.”

“What’s yours?”

He cackled at your question. “There’s a devil fruit I'd like to find one day.”

“Oh! Well, the Grand Line is huge, it’s gotta be out there somewhere. Any fruits I find you’re welcome to. ” It's the least you could offer.

“Well that sure is kind of you! I’m sure it’s around here somewhere.”

“I really hope you find it, Teach.”

“Me too, kid. Me too.” He sighed, a smile dancing across his lips. “But let's focus on you! Keep practicing! Make it smaller and smaller until you’ve got it the way you want. You’ll get there!”

It was the first time someone really understood how you learned and operated, and every move you perfected in the future came from what you learned that day.

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Kiss - Age 16

You hadn’t expected your first kiss to be on your 16th birthday, but that’s just how it happened.

He was a new crew member, and he had caught your eye almost immediately. His name was Palms, and he was quite the looker.

You must’ve caught his eye as well, because every time you looked at him, he seemed to already be watching you.

The two of you played this silent game, flirting only with looks passed between one another, when finally Whitey nudged you.

“Will you just go talk to him! You guys have been fucking each other with your eyes since the sun went down!”

“Whitey!” you gasped, giggling at her bluntness. She rolled her eyes and waved you on, encouraging you to get a move on.

You met him over by the keg, and you filled up your tankard while waiting for him to speak.

“I hear this party is for you!” he yelled, trying to make his voice heard over the music.

“My 16th birthday!” You yelled back.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know! I would’ve brought a present!”

You gave him a wink. “You still have time to think of one.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, his eyes raking your body. “Yeah, I can think of one.”

You had never felt self-conscious before in your outfits, but Whitey had chosen this one for you, and it was a bit more skin than you were used to. But she had told you that confidence was key, so you gave him a smirk and walked inside the doors. You wanted a little bit of privacy.

He was a terrible kisser. Or maybe you were. You weren’t sure. It was your first time kissing, after all. But it was still euphoric. A rush of the senses, you could feel your body temperature rising in response to-

“Holy shit you’re hot,” Palms said, pulling away from you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, that just happens sometimes,” you explained, rushing back to his mouth.

“No,” he said, pulling away from you. “You’re like, burning me.”

“Oh.” You could feel your cheek blush. Your skin started to churn, anxious at this new revelation. You couldn’t even kiss without your ability going haywire.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He said, watching the magma beneath your skin start to glow with slight concern. Not concern for you. Concern for himself.

“Yeah.” The moment was gone, and you only felt shame now. “Thanks for the birthday present.”

He gave a nervous laugh. “If you need another one when you cool down, you know where to find me.”

You gave him a polite smile and rushed out onto the deck. Instead of returning to the party, you went up the stairs and to the back of the ship. You just wanted to be alone.

You knew what some people said about you. How you couldn't control your emotions. And since your emotions controlled your powers, you couldn't control that either. People constantly questioned your father on your abilities, and his decision to make you lead strategist at such a young age. The only people who really trusted you on their teams were Marco and Thatch. The other commanders would tolerate you, but they would never use you to your full potential. It's like everyone was just waiting for you to mess up.

You leaned over the side of the ship as you cried, trying not to get any burn marks on the wood. You had been with your devil fruit ability for over ten years now, and you still couldn’t completely control it. You hated it. Some days you wished that you had never eaten that stupid thing, or that you had just let those men take you to the Navy and it-

“I thought we’d find you here,” Whitey said, coming up next to you. She gave you a light bump on the shoulder.

“We?”

“Come on,” Marco said from behind you. “We’re going to play Strategist and Commanders.”

“You said I’m too young for that.”

“Not anymore,” Thatch said, a smile spreading across his face. “You’re sixteen now, aren’t you? Welcome to the club.”

“But I’m just the lead strategist. I don’t belong to a division.”

“Don’t belong to a division,” Marco scoffed. “You can be on my team. Or Thatch’s. Whoever you don’t choose is stuck with Whitey.”

“Stuck with?!?” Whitey pouted, rolling her eyes. “More like graced with!”

“But-”

“Stop making excuses,” Thatch said, ruffling your hair. “Let’s go.”

You gave him a smile, already forgetting about your disastrous kiss. “Let’s go.”

Oh, they had no idea what kind of monster they had awakened that night.

Departing - 2 years ago

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Marco asked, looking at you.

“A lot of things will change in two years,” Thatch warned.

“I’m ready.” You nodded, adjusting your things on your back. “I need to do this.”

You walked over to Whitey, the goodbye you were dreading the most.

“You gonna be okay without me?”

Tears filled her eyes. “Yeah.”

“You don’t have to lie, Whitey. I’m not going to be okay without you either.”

She let out a soft sob, and clamped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t be.” You wrapped her in a hug, crying too. Normal tears now, though your lava tears rarely affected your ice-witch best friend.

“I know you have to leave to get stronger,” she said, her voice muffled by your gear. “But I hate it so much.”

“We’ll have SO much to catch up on when I get back, though!” you let out a choked laugh. “We can stay up all night under the covers, just like old times.”

“Promise?” she sobbed, clutching you tighter.

“I promise.”

The two of you finally broke apart, viciously wiping the tears off your face.

“That was embarrassing,” you both said in sync, which started another round of laughing sobs.

“Y/N.” Your father’s voice boomed from nearby, quiet, but urgent. “We have a small window of operation to get you where you need to go.”

“Right.” You gave Whitey one more squeeze. “I’ll see you soon. And I’ll make a journal every day so I remember everything to tell you. You do the same.”

“Deal.”

You walked over to your father, towering above you. “Thank you for everything, Pops.” You tried to keep your voice level, but you could feel your lip trembling.

Thankfully, your father’s was doing the same. “I know this is the right call. The timing couldn’t be better. I'll remind you, you’ve already done it, but continue to make me proud.”

“I’ll do my best,” you promised.

“That’s all I can ask for.”

He pulled you in for a hug, and you could feel he was holding back tears, just like you were. You had never been away from your father, besides small missions and scouting trips. And now you wouldn’t see him for two years.

“Ready, Izou?” you asked, looking toward the man who would take you to Wano.

“Let’s go.”

You walked through the crowd, saying goodbye to the only family you had known your entire life.

“Good luck!” called Haruta. He had just joined, and you were sad you wouldn’t get to know him more.

“Get nice and strong, and come be our commander!” Teach yelled, and you gave him a grateful nod.

“We love you!” called a group of young adults. You spotted Palms amongst them, and blushed as you waved.

You knew things would be different when you got back. You just didn’t realize how different they would be.

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goingsunnythousandmerry · 6 months ago

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Marco x Reader Fluff Part 1

Author Note: Well my goodness. Did I get carried away. I love Marco and most of the time I can't pin-point exactly why, but the daddy vibe helps. Probably because he is a laid back goofball like me. Anyways, him (Spoiler) chilling on Sphinx Island post break up of the Whitebeard Pirates sent me on many an idea journey, so here is one. No NSFW this time, but I will right an added chapter for this story featuring that if it's what we want.

Anyways, let me know your thoughts, criticisms, requests, and if we want some NSFW with this and what we want. If we want other twists of Marco and his adventures to Sphinx Island and Wano, let me know below! Like, comment, follow. Thanks Friends!

Summary: I'm an OG Ace girl, so this focuses on a reader that was with Ace romantically and Marco was a good friend to her after his death. Two years after Ace's death, she falls for Marco. Includes reader finding out about Ace's death. Comforting by Whitebeard Pirates. Short description of year post- Ace's death. Reader going to Sphinx Island with Marco and developing feelings for him.

Warnings: Fluff, Talk about death of a romantic partner, falling for a friend of said loved one, falling for someone else post death of a partner, needy reader, angst, cuddling, spoilers of One Piece pre-wano, i don't own these characters

Falling for Marco the Phoenix

You watched a few ships of Whitebeard’s allies come into view from a distance. Fewer ships then they had left for the battle came into view from the deck of your ship. You were glad to see some of the crew and your allies were possibly going to make it back. You hoped for all, but you knew that was wishful thinking. You watched and waited as they approached the ship you were waiting on, one of Whitebeard’s fleet that had been kept away from the Paramount War, the Orca. You took a deep breath as the ships grew nearer.

You were a member of Whitebeard's crew. He had taken all but a handful of your crewmates to rescue Ace from his execution by the government. You and Ace were romantically involved, so Whitebeard forbid you from going. He made you stay behind, too worried you’d do something reckless and he’d lose his only daughter. He left you with a few others, who ensured you wouldn’t be able to sneak off and do something reckless. You made a few attempts after pops and Marco set off with the others. Ultimately, one of your fellow cremates helped remind you that you had a role in this war and it wasn’t saving Ace. You were a nurse going on to be a doctor, trained by Marco himself and would need to be there to help heal the injured when they returned.

As the ships began to pull up beside the Orca, you turned away and walked toward the far side of the ship where no ships approached. Too afraid to see who wasn’t aboard, you closed your eyes and deeply breathed in the salty air. Voices began to echo behind you, but you were lost in your thoughts and fears to make out their words. You stared at the sunset in the distance and focused on the sounds of the waves. The crew members who had stayed behind with you helped over those returning from your allied ships. You heard footsteps come up behind you and closed your eyes. Your jaw clenched and your breath caught in your throat.

“Y/N.” Marco said as he came to stand by the ship railing with you.

His body faced yours. He was covered in dirt and some dried blood. His brows were furrowed and a flat expression rested on his lips as he approached you. A breeze blew across the ship as you turned to look at him with your worry filled eyes. As his eyes met yours a soft smile grew across his lips.

“Glad to see you’re okay Marco.” You said as you gripped the rail tighter.

You looked over your shoulder to see your friends climbing aboard and your crewmates hugging. Marco looked on with you for a moment before he softly sighed and looked back out at the ocean before you. You hadn’t seen the tall build of Pops as you scanned the crowd.

“Where’s Pops?” You asked, turning your gaze back to Marco.

“Y/N.” Marco muttered as he grabbed the rail before him.

“What? Wait… Wh… Where’s Ace?” You asked as you noticed there was no one else climbing aboard your ship.

Macro took a deep breath and swallowed hard. You took a step towards him as his gaze slowly reverted from the ocean back to your prying eyes.

“Y/N.” Marco said as he adjusted his glasses.

Your face went white and your mouth fell open. You felt your knees begin to weaken. You gripped the rail tighter in one hand and reached for the hem of Marco’s shirt with the other. Your eyes started to water. Your fingers dug into the rail so tightly they bled.

“Pops gave his life to get us out… but… but Ace didn’t make it.” He said as his eyes began to water.

Marco leaped forward to catch you as you fell to your knees. Tears spilled down your cheeks prompting Macro to pull you deeper into his chest. His head rested on top of yours as a tear dripped down his cheek.

“Ace.” You whispered.

“Y/N. I’m so sorry. I wanted to be the one to tell you. I didn’t want you to see the paper first. We have him, we brought him back.” Marco responded.

“But Pops promised me…” You started to speak.

“I know Y/N. Now’s not the time for details, but Ace died protecting his brother. He made a choice. I’m sorry he’s not here to explain it himself.”

You buried your head in Marco’s tattooed chest and wailed. He held you and petted your hair. When you calmed down, he carried you to your bed and Izo, your best friend, laid down next to you. You grabbed Marco’s wrist as he tried to leave.

“Marco, don’t go.” You muttered through with tear filled eyes.

“I have some wounds I still need to patch up. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Izo will stay with you for now.” He replied with a half smile.

You rested your head on Izo’s chest and he played with your hair. He hummed to you softly until you fell asleep. You kept your eyes closed, but began to awake to the sounds of Marco and Izo talking. Your head still rested on Izo’s chest, while Marco stood at your bedside.

“She’s been asleep for hours. I haven’t peed. I didn’t want to wake her. She keeps mumbling about Ace.” Izo whispered to Marco.

“Ace? Marco? Izo?” You questioned with a half lidded gaze.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you hungry? Can I get you anything? Marco asked.

You shook your head and sat up from Izo’s chest. You sat up on your knees and put your hands in your lap. You looked around the room, but only Marco and Izo were there. Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned to face Marco.

“Sorry Izo. You should’ve woken me. Where’s Ace?”

Marco and Izo looked at one another for a moment. Izo nodded to him and got up from the bed. Izo began to exit the room, but stopped at the doorway. He looked back and smiled at you before leaving the room. He gently shut the door behind him as Marco sat down next to you on the side of the bed. He stared at his hands a moment then turned to face you. Marco placed a hand on yours and suddenly, the events of the day came back to you as Marco started to speak.

“Y/N. Ace didn’t make it.” He said.

“Oh, so that wasn’t just a nightmare.” You said as your eyes began to water.

Marco shook his head and pulled you to lay back down and rest across his chest. Flashbacks of memories with Ace ran through your mind and the tears kept pouring down your face. Marco just held you close and rubbed your back.

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Marco. Marco was the man who got you through your boyfriend's death. He was your division commander when you first joined the Whitebeard Pirates. He gave you your tour on your first day aboard. Frankly, you had a crush on him before you met Ace.

One year after you lost your boyfriend at Marineford, Marco had taken over the Whitebeard Pirates. How he managed to be the ship's doctor, interim captain, and constantly be there for you after you lost Ace, you could never figure out. Marco had stayed by your side every minute he could those first few weeks after Marineford. When he couldn't, he assigned Izo or someone else to be there for you. The first few nights after Ace, he slept next to you, every night, at your request of course, because you were afraid to be alone. He held you those nights, and petted your hair or rubbed your back. When you were comfortable being alone again, he gave you your space, but he regularly reminded you he was there if you needed him.

He even told you that if you had a bad night, you could simply come wake him or lay beside him in his bed if you needed it. Whatever you needed, Marco wanted to be there for you.

The first few months were full of bad nights, so you regularly went to his room and crawled in bed next to him. You rarely woke him, rather, you just wanted to lay beside him and remember you weren’t alone. On those nights, even if he did wake and notice you, he didn’t hold you. He’d just smile at you, readjust his position, and fall back asleep. You simply slept beside one another, with a small space between you. Though occasionally, your hand fell to rest upon his chest, he never held you like he had those first few weeks again.

4 months after Marineford you found yourself missing being held by Marco. You found yourself wishing he’d pull you into his embrace when you slept beside him. You still missed Ace dearly and were ashamed of your new thoughts about Marco, so you stopped going to his room. Marco never asked and you never told him why you stopped. Macro continued to check on you, but the check ins became less and less as Marco and the crew planned to go after Blackbeard.

One year after Marineford, Marco, you and the crew went to face off against Blackbeard. It didn’t end well. Most of you managed to return to the ship, but you were all in pretty bad shape. You and Marco worked diligently to patch everyone up, but many remained critical. You and Marco alternated shifts to best monitor your patients. For 3 days all you saw Marco for was a short shift report and half-lidded gaze. You worried about him knowing how moral on the ship was and how little sleep he was getting.

Once everyone was out of the worst of it, a few days after the battle with Blackbeard, Marco called a meeting in the dining hall. No one was sure what it would be about. Nerves ran high on board the ship that day leading up to the meeting. At the meeting Marco thanked everyone and announced the disbanding of the Whitebeard Pirates. He reminded the crew that together or apart you were a family, but Pops would want you all to follow your dreams. Without Pops, this pirate crew dream had faded.

You all drank and cried together that night. You and the crew discussed where and what you wanted to do next. Without any other family, you weren’t sure where you wanted to go or what you wanted to do. You’d loved being a pirate, but you liked the idea of somewhere quiet for a little while.That night Marco had left the gathering early to head to bed. You had stayed a while longer to drink, sob, and talk with your crew. As more people began to go off to bed, you stared over the railing at the sea and thought of Pops and Ace. Tears dripped down your face as memories replayed over and over in your head. This crew had been your one true family. You understood it was time to part, but you weren’t ready to give them all up at once. You wiped your cheeks, took a deep breath and headed towards Marco’s cabin.

Once you reached Marco’s cabin, you took a deep breath and knocked softly on his door. Marco was sound asleep when you entered. You quietly crawled into bed beside him, but the mattress squeaked as you did. Marco’s eyes began to open and he turned to look at you. He smiled when he saw you.

“Hey.” He said sleepily.

“Hey.” You whispered back with a smile.

As you laid down, you rested your head on the pillow near his head. He was laying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. He slept shirtless, so his tattooed chest was on full display. You desperately wanted to tuck your body against his side and trace his tattoo with the tips of your fingers. You wanted to rest your head on his muscular pectorals and tuck your head under his chin. You wanted him to pet your hair or rub your back. As your mind raced with memories of previous nights laying beside Marco, his eyes glanced over at you. You hadn’t noticed. A smile spread across his face as you took a deep breath and tucked your hands under your cheek, trying to resist the urge to reach for him.

“You have a good night?” He asked.

“Yeah. It was fine.”

“We’re coming up on the one year mark… One year without Pops, without Ace.” Marco said as his gaze returned to the ceiling above him.

“Yeah.” You said softly as your eyes began to water.

“We’ll all just get ourselves killed if we stay together, Y/N. Crews break up. That’s how new ones form.” Marco flatly replied.

A tear streamed down your cheek and you just thought about his words. He continued to stare at the ceiling. You wiped your cheeks and sighed.

“How do you just go back to being alone after something like this, having a family like this?”

“I don’t know.” Marco responded with a sigh.

Marco looked over at you and wiped another tear from your cheek. He put an arm around you and pulled you into his chest. You rested a hand on his tattoo and nestled your head under his chin, a smile formed across your lips as you did. His hand rested on your waist and you just laid there in silence for a few moments.

“Where will you go, Marco?” You asked hesitantly as you looked up at him.

“I’m not sure yet. Pops had an island under his protection, I may go there and try to keep it safe for a while longer. What about you?”

You thought about his question as you mindlessly traced his tattoo with your finger. He ran his fingers through your hair. You stopped tracing his chest and lifted your head to look him in the eye.

“Marco. I want to go with you.”

“You want to go with me?” He questioned.

“Yeah, I want to help keep Pops island safe for as long as we can. A quiet life for a bit sounds nice, anyway.” You replied as you relaxed back into his embrace. “Is that not okay?” You asked hesitantly, as you pulled away from his chest.

“No it’s just, I didn’t think anyone would want to go with me. I was going to fly, but I can carry you I guess.”He shrugged his shoulders as he answered.

“Okay.” You replied.

You nestled back into his chest and closed your eyes. His hand returned to your waist and he closed his eyes again.

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The Whitebeard Pirates disbanded and you and Marco headed to Pop’s secret Island. Once on the island, you and Marco found a small village hidden away and surrounded by mountains. The two of you decided it was a nice place to stay while defending the village. Marco introduced himself to the townsfolk and offered his and your medical services to them, while also explaining he was there to protect the island. They were grateful and found the two of you a small two bedroom house to stay in. Marco had explained to them you weren’t a couple, but the house was all they had in terms of extra lodging. Marco, then discussed with them the idea of building another house for you, in case you decided to stay long term. The townsfolk were agreeable to this and the two of you got settled.

In the house Marco took the room on the first floor and you took the room on the second. You unpacked your things and went to one of the town folks' homes for dinner. The two of you returned to your house and Marco pulled out a bottle of sake. You sat together out on your front porch and stared out at the village. You toasted to your new chapter, but reminisced about the old. You talked about Pops and Ace. Marco finally told you about what happened at Marineford. You cried softly as you thought of Ace. You tried to go to bed alone that night, but found yourself knocking on Marco’s door. You slept beside him with your arm outstretched towards his. Your fingers nearly touched, but neither of you moved to make it so.

Marco and you kept busy by helping around the village. You helped teach the children about the world. He helped by giving medical exams to the townsfolk and their animals. You got into a routine, working all day, making dinner for the two of you or joining some of the villagers at night. You laughed and told stories. You danced and you sang together. At night, you’d always find yourself coming back down to sleep next to Marco. He usually pretended to be asleep, but he could never actually fall asleep until you were by his side. He or you always moved close enough that you were almost touching, but never were.

Everyday, you craved to be in his arms. Everyday, you told yourself you were going to ask him about it. Everyday you chickened out. You loved your life and your routine. After several weeks of being on this island, you began realizing what you loved most about your life, was sharing it with Marco. With this realization, you began noticing your attraction to Marco.

It started slowly with your noticing how cute his smile was one night. How plump his lips were when he thought hard about something. Then a few days later you couldn’t stop thinking about how he adjusted his glasses when he worked with a patient. At breakfast one morning, you couldn’t stop staring at him as he drank his coffee and read the newspaper. Entranced, by how intensely he gazed at what he was reading, but how delicately his lips wrapped around the rim of his coffee mug. You wondered what they felt like and how they would fit into yours. You found yourself wanting to be closer to him and missing him when he wasn’t with you. You’d find excuses to hand him things in the hopes of brushing your fingers against his.

One night, while Marco was off helping a villager, you took a shower. As the water poured down your back you thought of Marco. Butterflies danced in your stomach as you thought of another evening, sharing dinner with him, reflecting on your days together, and laughing with him. You began washing the conditioner out of your hair and hummed as you did. You thought about how you met Marco, then it hit you fully. You gasped and dropped your soap as you realized you had feelings for him.

You quickly finished cleaning up and got out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel, and you rushed to your room. You picked up your picture of Ace and sat down on your bed holding it in your lap. You smiled as you stared at it, tears forming in your eyes as you squeezed the picture in your hands tighter.. You raised your thumb to your lips and bit down as tears streamed down your cheeks. You had feelings for Marco. You felt like you were betraying Ace. Ace was your everything when he was alive. You missed him more than you could ever put into words, but he wasn’t here and Marco was. It had only been 2 years, but you couldn’t help but wonder if that was enough to mourn the great love of your life. Was it okay to be falling for one of his best friends? The guy who comforted you and was there for you when he was gone?

You were too lost in thought to hear Marco come home. He had called up to you and came up the steps when he hadn’t heard you call back. Your door was open, he saw you sitting on your bed lost in thought and he grew worried. He stood at your doorway and knocked on the door frame. You gasped, dropping the photo into your lap and griping the towel to your chest.

“Hey.” He said gently.

“Hey.” You replied as you wiped tears from your reddened cheeks.

He looked down at the picture in your lap and smiled. He moved to the end of the bed and sat down next to you. You turned to meet his gaze and stared at him blankly, your eyes still glistening with tears. He pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. You wrapped your arms around him and sighed.

“I know, kid. I miss him too.”

He rubbed your back as you rested against him. Marco put his head on yours. You sat in silence just breathing and holding one another for a few minutes. Tear drops dripped down your cheeks. You pulled away first, your hands slid down to rest on his chest and your gaze shifted up to meet his. He smiled at you and you smiled back. Your smile weakened as you looked down at your hands on his chest with hesitation.

“Marc.. Marco, do you think… Do you.. Do you think Ace … do you think he would want me to find love again or pine for him forever? You asked with uncertainty.

Marco’s smile faded as he stared at you, his hold on you softening. You lifted your chin for your eyes to meet once again. He laughed softly.

“I’m sure Ace would have always jokingly told you to pine for him forever, but the Ace I knew wanted to be free and he wanted everyone he knew to be free too. That being said, I don’t think he’d mind if you fell in love again.” Marco replied.

He looked at you then looked away, turning to face the wall in front of him. He brought his hands to his lap and took a deep breath. Your heart sank as he pulled away from you. Your hands fell to your lap. You smiled at him, but it faded as he continued to stare in front of him.

“Thanks, Marco.” You responded as you looked at Ace’s picture one more time.

“Yeah, well sorry to interrupt, I was just worried about you. I’m headed to bed, goodnight.” Marco said barely making eye contact with you.

You tried to reach a hand to him, but he stood up abruptly and walked away before you could. You didn’t understand why he had been so cold at the end of your conversation. You appreciated his perspective though. Marco was right, Ace lived a life of no regrets and became a pirate to be freer than anyone else. He loved to help people discover who they truly were and what would bring them joy. Knowing that about Ace, you thought maybe he would be okay with you moving on. You took a deep breath and kissed his picture, setting it on your bedside table where you had removed it from. You put on your pajamas and crawled into bed. Tomorrow, tomorrow, you would tell Marco you had feelings for him. If he didn’t feel the same, you’d move on. By doing so, you’d have lived the way Ace would have wanted, with no regrets, and you would find a new way to live free. For the first time in a while, you slept apart from Marco to think.

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Your plan was to tell Marco the next day, but you found it hard to find him. You lived in the same house, but he was suddenly out in the early hours of the morning and not home until late at night. You missed him. You had tried to find him in the village, but he was always busy working, and didn’t have time for you. After three days of this, one of the villagers came to your door and informed you there was a house ready for you to move into. They told you one of the elders of the village was moving in with their children, so their house was soon to be vacant, and Marco had inquired about it for you. The villager had only come by to see if you wanted to see the house. The original plan was for you to only temporarily live with Marco. He and the villagers were going to build you a place or you’d wait for a vacancy, you just wanted time to decide if you were staying or going. You’d fallen in love with this village, but part of that love was living with Marco. Now, here was a villager telling you Marco was kicking you out.

You had to talk to Marco. You searched everywhere you could think of for him and couldn’t find him anywhere. The villagers had no thoughts on where he was either. You finally gave up and decided to wait at home for him. You grew tired of waiting for him late into the night and fell asleep. When you awoke, you went to his room, but found the door shut. You knocked, but he didn’t answer. You fell asleep on the couch in the main room, hoping to catch him in the morning, before he could sneak off again.

In the early hours of the morning, when it was still dark out, a banging was heard at the front door to your and Marco’s home. You awoke on the couch with a gasp. Marco’s door swung open and a shirtless Marco ran out of his room.

“Y/N, Marco! We need your help!” the voice of a villager yelled through the door.

Marco ran to the door and pulled it open. He ran a hand through his hair and panted as he looked upon the villager. You sat up on the couch and looked upon the two men in front of you. Butterflies swirled in your chest as finally, after days of not seeing him, Marco stood before you. Your mind raced as you looked to the villager. The villager’s eyebrows were furrowed and they looked scared. You tried to calm yourself by taking some deep breaths and turned your attention to what Marco and the villager were discussing.

“What is it? Is someone hurt?” Marco asked.

“Worse. Pirate flags spotted headed to the shore beyond our entrance.” The villager replied.

Marco’s jaw tightened as he gripped the door knob harder. You clenched the couch harder between your fingers and directed your gaze to Marco. You had both feared this would happen. That’s why he wanted to come here in the first place.

“Thanks. I’ll handle it. Make sure everyone stays indoors. They won’t make it to the village, I promise.” Marco said to the villager with a nod.

The villager nodded in agreement and ran off. Marco let go of the door handle and ran to his room. You stood up and headed to his doorway. Marco didn’t look at you as you stood there, instead he began rifling through his drawer for some clothes.

“Y/N stay here. Wait for my call, if things don’t work out, I’ll have you take the villagers out of town somewhere safe.” Marco instructed as he zipped up his pants and tossed on his button up shirt.

“Marco, I can help you, you know I can fight. Let me come.” You said taking a step towards him.

“What? You want to help dressed in that?” Marco replied, turning his head to look you up and down. “No, stay here, protect the village.” He said sternly.

You looked down at your outfit. You were in your pajamas, a spaghetti strap cropped tank top and shorts that cut high enough they didn’t cover your whole ass. You looked back at Marco. At least he had looked at you, it had been days since you had seen him last. Marco finished putting on his shoes, then stood up and headed towards you and the front door.

“Marco, I…” You began.

“Not now, Y/N. Just protect the village and listen for my call.” He said as he brushed his shoulder past yours and headed towards the door.

He looked past you as he exited. You watched as he ran out the door and transformed into his phoenix form and took off towards the beach. You ran out the front door after him.

“Marco… Be careful!” You yelled up at him.

Your eyes started to water as fear grew in your heart. Your breathing shallowed and you heart began to race. The events of losing Ace flashed through your mind. You wrapped your arms around yourself, closed your eyes, and tried to take deep breaths.

“Marco will be okay.” You whispered to yourself.

You exhaled and headed back towards your house. Your House sat primely at an angle where you could see people coming from the one entrance to the rocky enclosed village. You chose to wait there for Marco’s call or for signs of impending attack. Your position would give you time to awaken villagers and direct them to safety, while preparing for attack. Marco had promised they wouldn’t make it to the village and you believed him. You ran upstairs and changed. You changed into a sundress that you had once seen Marco light up, after seeing you come downstairs in. Surprisingly, it was breathable for fighting, but you knew Marco, he wasn’t going to let you do any fighting. He was going to keep the danger at bay. Your dress was white with blue flowers the color of his sash. It had spaghetti straps and the hemling cut at your mid-thigh. It was a bit low cut and it also had a cutout in the center of your chest to further accentuate your cleavage.

Yes, you were in a dangerous situation, but you believed in Marco. After he handled this, you knew you were finally going to get your chance to find out what was going on with him. You were finally going to tell him how you felt. You returned to the porch of your house and looked up at the dark clouded sky. Rain began to pour as you stared at the entrance of the village and held your transponder snail. Memories of you and Marco played through your head as you began to hear crashes of thunder and hear the blasting of canons. The sun began to rise, but the heavy clouds kept the world around you dark.

“What will I say to Marco..? He better be okay.” Was all you could think to yourself.

The storm raged on and you continued to wait on the front porch of your home. You thought of calling him, but didn’t want to interrupt. You thought of running down to aid him, but you knew you had to be the defense if he failed. You sat, hands gripping into your thighs as you waited. Your eyes began to water as more time passed, tears slowly dripping onto your hands. The thunder stopped, but the rain continued to fall. You looked at your reddened thighs and wiped your cheeks. A breeze blew by, causing your hair to fly into your face. You looked up to fix it, and saw something in the distance. Something flying above the rocky ledges that blocked all sides of the village. You stood up and ran off your porch into the rain. You raised a hand to block rain from getting your eyes and stared up at the flying image getting closer. You saw Blue flames whirl, it was like he was putting on a show for you and the village.

“Marco!” You yelled as a smile formed across your face from ear to ear.

Marco flew to hover over the main area of the village where citizens were peering out of their homes with worry. You stared over at him as the rain continued to fall down upon you.

“Coast is clear, guys, thanks for your patience.” Marco called.

“Thanks Marco!” The villagers began to yell up to him.

“Marco!” You called happily.

Marco flew over to you and scooped you up out of the rain. He brought you to the front porch of your home, where he transformed back to his normal self. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a tight embrace. His wings slowly faded back into his toned forearms. His hands held your waist tightly as yours slid down to rest upon his damp chest. You bit your lip and looked up into his eyes. Now out of the rain, Marco removed his glasses from his pocket and put them back on his face. His hands then returned to your waist.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. You had me worried.” You said.

“I told you I’d handle it. Now why are you soaking wet? I told you to stay here.” Marco questioned.

“Sorry, Commander.” You said with an eye roll.

He laughed in response.

“Marco…” You started to say as your eyes glanced to your hands then back to meet his soft expression. “Where have you been, what’s been going on with you?”

Marco’s gaze fell to stare at his hands upon your waist. His grip loosened, then tightened again as he hesitated. He took a deep breath and lifted his chin. His dark eyes found your (E/C) ones. You smiled at him as he looked at you and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Marco. I haven’t seen you in days and you tried to kick me out. What’s going on?” You said slowly as you moved one hand to grip his arm.

Marco took another deep breath and turned to look at the entrance of the village. Still holding onto your waist, he ran his tongue between his lips. He removed a hand from your waist and used it to adjust his glasses. When he was done, his hand once again returned to your waist, but it rested there more gently this time.

“You asked me about love after Ace… I wanted to let you go if you wanted to go, but it was hard, Y/N. I couldn’t be here and watch, I didn’t want to hear about it.” Marco replied.

You reached a hand to his cheek and gently turned his head to face yours. You stroked his cheek with your thumb and looked deep into his eyes. Your other hand on his chest fell to his abdomen as you stepped closer to him. His body stiffened, as did his grip on your waist. He looked at you, jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Marco, what are you saying?” You asked.

“Isn’t it obvious, Y/N?” Marco questioned as he stepped back from you, his hands falling from your waist to rest against his sides. “I have feelings for you. I have since the first day I gave you the tour of the Moby Dick. I’ve always felt bad about it, especially after Ace, but I promised him I would protect you, I’d be there for you. I couldn’t help falling for you. Then the other day you asked me about falling in love after Ace and… and I couldn’t watch you fall for someone that wasn’t me again. So I decided to take myself out of the equation.”

He stepped back further and turned his gaze to the ground. Your hands rested clenched in front of you. The rain began to let up outside of your porch. You closed your eyes and a smile grew across your lips as you replayed the words Marco had just confessed to you in your head. You chuckled, questioning if it was real. Your eyes flicked open and your body relaxed.

“Now who said there was anyone else, but you?” You asked, taking a step closer to him.

“Huh..?” Marco replied, as his head jerked up for your eyes to meet.

“Marco, I’ve been trying to find you for days to tell you I’m in love with you.”

Marco blinked as you nodded at him with assurance. A hand moved to caress your cheek while another pulled you closer to him by the waist. Soft, warm lips pressed against yours. Marco’s kiss was intoxicating, full of a passion you didn’t know he had for anything except pineapples. Your hands wrapped around his neck. The rain stopped on the other side of the porch and the sun began to come out. You heard the sound of villagers cheering as you and Marco finally kissed.

NSFW Chapter to come.

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