#who said you’re captain of the transgender pirate ship

[jjkyaoi]

“as a trans person i find neopronouns to be offensive and making a mockery of our community!!” “as a trans person i don’t like people who headcanon characters as trans because it just doesn’t make any sense!” why are you riding that terf dick so hard genuinely

[laws-hat-headcanons]

Hi there, I love your blog, it makes me smile when times get tough. Um... Idk if you're accepting these or not but how would the Whitebeard commanders take to a female to male transgender crew mate Being mistreated or misgendered? Or finding out that his family left him for dead? I recently came out to my family and they disowned me for being ftm trans and gay, so I like to think that maybe I'd have a place with Pops and his crew....

Hi Anon. So I know you sent this ask a while ago and I'm really sorry if it was needed around that time but I genuinely wasnt sure how to write it. I did several drafts that I wasnt happy with and I really hope this is okay and it helps you a little bit. I'm sorry about the situation with your family, I cant imagine what that's like for you. You can be my son if things with Whitebeard dont work out! Much love Anon, keep your head up!

Reader becomes part of Whitebeards crew

It is Marco that finds you.

Slumped against the wall of the alleyway, your chest wheezing like an old man with each breath. You are covered in wounds from your fight, blood blossoming across your side and dripping from your mouth.

Marco notices all of this and then takes in the bodies that surround you. He matches faces to wanted posters in his mind and continues his assessment. Eight in total, all in a much worse state than you and none of them moving.

“Oi, you still alive?” Marco asks, stepping over the bodies of your fallen opponents to reach you.

Your eyes flicker open and you wince in pain as you tense, trying to prepare yourself for another fight. Marco lifts his hands, palms out, to show you he is no threat.

The blonde haired man squats down beside you, looking over your wounds.

“You're going to die if you don't get some help yoi.” He advises you.

“I'm fine, I don't need help.” You tell him stubbornly, because there isn't anyone you can rely on, not anymore.

Marco simply blinks in response and waits. It doesn't take long for you to pass out, sinking into the comforting darkness.

You don't feel it when he picks you up and carries you from the alley.

~~~~

It is days before you wake up again.

The Whitebeard commanders take turns looking in on you, and, occasionally so does Whitebeard.

He is intrigued by the circumstances in which Marco found you, surrounded by the dead and dying bodies of some notorious pirates.

So it is entirely by chance that Whitebeard and Marco are both in your room, talking quietly about the events of the day when you find your way back in to consciousness.

You groan and gasp as you force yourself in to a sitting position, feeling the tightness of your still healing wounds as your stitches pull. You blink your eyes open and scrabble backwards in the bed when you see just who is staring back at you.

“Oh, so you're awake,” Marco says, his hands in his pockets, “We were starting to worry, yoi.”

“I told you I didn't need help,” You say, your voice catching in your throat from lack of use. “What's going on? Where am I?”

“You're on my ship,” Whitebeard tells you. “And you're here because the other option was being dead.”

You remain silent. You know who this man is. You know what he is capable of. You know you don't stand a chance against him.

“You took down the Eastly Knight pirate captain,” Whitebeards says, sipping casually from a large sake jug. “That's impressive.”

“It wasn't intentional,” You say honestly, watching his eyebrow raise. You had no idea who they were when they started the fight. “They pushed me, I pushed back.”

“Gurarara! You can't win all your battles like that, brat,” The old man says, smirking, “Why don't you join my crew, have a family at your back.”

Your lip curls at the word, a silent snarl on your face. You look away.

“I'll pass. I had a family once. It's not all it's cracked up to be.” You mutter.

“Oh?” Marco hums, inviting you to explain.

You debate not telling them. You don't know them, after all. But Marco did save your life, and Whitebeard doesn't seem like the kind of person you can just say no to, without explanation.

“I wasn't always.... I wasn't always like this. I wasn't born like this,” You start, twisting the bedsheet between your fingers as you try to think of the right words. “But what I was wasn't who I was. My family didn't understand that.”

You glance up to see both of them watching you.

“When I told them that what was on the outside didn't match what was on the inside they..,” You trail off, pain and sadness and anger choking back your words. “They tried to change me, to force me to be what they wanted and when they couldn't.. They threw me away. Didn't want me any more. They said...” You shake your head, unable to repeat the words.

There is a loud crack that echoes around the room, and it takes you a second to realise that the bottle of sake in Whitebeards hand has split from the tightness of his grip.

Liquid drips from the cracks in the bottle, over his fingers and onto the floor in a steady rhythm.

“If that's family, I don't want it,” You finish, holding your head up, because you are proud of who you are, who you have become. Because you are who you were meant to be. “I get by just fine on my own.”

There is silence, then Whitebeard pushes to his feet. He hands the broken bottle to Marco and steps towards your bedside, towering over you.

“That isn't family,” He tells you sternly, one massive hand coming down to rest on your shoulder. “When you join my crew you'll see that.”

You open your mouth to protest, but snap it shut at the look in the old man's eyes. You haven't seen that look in many years and your chest aches painfully at the thought of his acceptance.

“You're my son now.”

[danieyells]

OC i remembered i made and the tiny bit of story that went along with him:

Cw for: transphobia, suicidal ideation, forced gender conformity, forced medical procedures, drowning, uuuuh possibly comedic idealistic fantasy pirates???? Also no cut bevause mobile hahaha

#long post

I never gave him a name--or, I think I did, and it was something like a feminine name that, if shortened, would be or seem like or could be altered to feel more like a masculine name(amanda→amon, maybe?? I don't think that was it but that's the kind of thing i was going for)

As you can probably guess from that tidbit, he's trans. Kinda. Maybe. Probably.

It's complicated.

He suffers from testicular agenesis--that is, though amab by all other stabdards, he was born without testicles and, subsequently, also no penis. Super rare condition irl to me knowledge like less than one in a million. From what i recall when i read about it(long before i got the character idea, when i was researching intersex conditions in general) there are like two recorded cases.

So lacking certain anatomy his parents thought it best to raise him as a girl. And so they did. Gave him a feminine name, surrounded him with feminine things, dressed him only in feminine clothes,

And were quick to dismiss and double down on this when he expressed his actual gender identity.

Hoping it would make him grow up more 'normal' they insisted on hormone treatments--his body wasn't exactly producing any of its own so it took pretty quickly. Despite his protests this continued for some time.

Eventually they decided for him that he would go under the knife to, if only for cosmetic purposes, undergo bottom surgery. Despite his protests and fighting this he was given no say. They assured him he'd feel better and start acting 'normal' once it was all said and done but he was miserable and depressed his whole life due to their restrictions and forced medical treatments. He was fine the way he was.

They live on an island country--one in a little cluster of island countries. These islands were close enough to one another that plenty of people had swam from one to another.

Of course this is a suicide mission if you're not a great swimmer but he'd rather die and fail than stay and be forced to undergo a surgery to 'fix' what had never been much of a problem to him in the first place.

Early morning of when he would be taken to the surgery center for his forced bottom surgery he fled to the beach facing the closest island--and he made a break for it. If he was literally out of the country they couldn't exactly come take him back by force(particularly as he'd be turning 18 soon and would be a legal adult in that area at that point) and so he started this ultimately poorly planned swim to the next island over--plenty of people had done it and he was more than a little frantic after his whole existence, so he put little thought into the logistics of it.

Little thought included considering weather conditions--and frankly he would have gone even if he had known it would start raining--storming--because, again. Death was preferable at this point. Praise the gods if he made it but no regrets if he didn't.

I'm sure you can tell by my bothering to say any of that that he didn't make it.

But this story doesn't end in tragedy. I'm no good at that. And i had a more idealistic and 'fun' sort of proceeding in mind.

Suffice to say with wind and rains and waves and an empty stomach he lost consciousness before he could reach the other shore. Even less fortunate, should one look at a map of this area, to his west was open sea whereas the other islands were in the other directions. Were the sea in his favor he'd've washed ashore and perhaps lived his life on land.

But the sea was in his favor, though it threw him into open ocean, as he was saved by a kindly band of pirates.

Once he was slightly less than half drowned and regained consciousness in a strange place after resigning himself to an unfortunate death at sea, he was met with an equally unfamiliar face of a cheery-seeming, deep-voiced woman who called herself the captain of this ship. (Like him, haven't named her or anyone or anything else for that matter. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

After a frantic, exhausted snap that he was, in fact, a boy after she'd inquired about the 'washed up lass''s name, he was rather shocked to find that she was. . .apologetic about it. In her casual, carefree way, said she shouldn't have made that assumption, her bad, so what's your name, lad?

Between drying him and getting him settled, he learned that this crew had their own little 'peculiarities' and that they were, perhaps, not entirely your typical pirates. Sharing how exactly he wound up in this situation, the captain amusedly called this fate. She, herself, was transgender--and everyone on the ship was, in some way, becoming or had become who they were after escaping their previous lives where who they were was not accepted.

So just a big ship of lgbtqia+ pirates lol

Still kind of adjusting to that he was free and perhaps safer than he'd ever been despite the circumstances, he asked that he be allowed to depart at the next port they arrived on--he'd take it from there, figure himself out, didn't trust anyone else to make decisions for him though he'd never really made any choices for himself and had no idea how to live independently. But it took time for him to switch gears from his original plan.

The captain agreed, though it'd be a while before they got there, so he oughta make himself at home and make himself useful while he was at it. They were on a voyage for riches and freedoms and a ship doesn't run itself.

Over time he'd come to be attached to them and their ship and their life and he'd decide to stay even after they made port several times, though the story after that I don't really have any idea for.

Nonetheless, thus began his maiden voyage to escape maidenhood.

And y'know what things go pretty well for him.

Pretty sure i intended it to be/involve a love story between him and the captain but like i said i have no actual ideas for an actual plot, i just like making characters i guess lmao iiii don't remember how old this idea is but i remembered it and figured i'd write it down. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯