Can You Do Kuzan (aokiji) ?? Like, The Reader Was Rumored Witch And When He Heard That, He Goes Excited
Can you do Kuzan (aokiji) ?? Like, the reader was rumored witch and when he heard that, he goes excited suddenly and wanted to find that witch? ( You can do what ever you want with the ending. But please add a smut hehehe, thank you!!
hii this is a good idea!! i apologize, as of the moment, i don't plan on writing that includes s3x anytime soon:< but theres some kissing scene tho idk if kissing is considered as smut? dahaha but i hope you enjoy this! let me know what u think! ><
Frostbite and Witchcraft
When a bored ex-admiral hears rumors of a dangerous "witch" living near a chaotic port town, he can't resist hunting her down—only to find himself ensnared in a slow-burn game of teasing, ice, and forbidden heat.
Aokiji (kuzan) x fem! reader Tags: fluff, flirty, slow burn(?) neck kissing / collarbone kissing, minor bondage (ice restraints), a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff cringe and oc word count: 1.5k MINORS DNI!!
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: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
It all started with a stupid rumor.
"The witch will curse you if you look her in the eye!" "She flies around naked at midnight!" "She turned Old Man Jeb into a chicken. True story."
The entire port town was drunk on gossip, and Aokiji—bored, freshly unattached to any real responsibility—found himself very interested.
"I dunno," he said lazily, nursing a drink at the local tavern, "sounds kinda hot."
The table of sailors stared at him like he'd grown a second head. "Hot?! She’s dangerous!"
Aokiji just grinned, finishing his drink and standing up. "Dangerous women are the best ones."
He tracked you down that same night.
Eventually, he found himself standing at the edge of a very cliché-looking creepy forest. A broken, hand-painted sign read:
"BEWARE: WITCH LIVES HERE. (also wolves.)"
Aokiji, grinning lazily, shrugged. “Eh. Wolves are fine. I’m here for the witch.”
He wandered in, hands in his pockets, whistling tunelessly. Half an hour later, after being chased by a very angry (and definitely not magical) goat, he finally stumbled upon a crooked little house. Smoke curled from the chimney, and wind chimes made from bones (probably fake… probably) tinkled eerily.
Your crooked little house at the edge of the forest was half-charming, half-terrifying, lit up with candles and what looked suspiciously like floating lights (actually just fireflies, but hey, let the idiots believe).
You were perched on your porch, barefoot, wearing a thin, flowy dress that clung to your body in the humid air, holding a cup of tea and looking entirely too smug.
“You lost, stranger?” you called, voice honey-sweet but laced with trouble.
Aokiji whistled low under his breath. Damn, the rumors didn’t do you justice.
Aokiji approached slowly, hands in his pockets. “Hey. I’m here for the witch."
You looked him up and down like he was a particularly stupid animal. "You the guy with more balls than brains?"
He laughed—a slow, deep rumble. "Depends who you ask."
You raised an eyebrow, sipping your tea. “And what if she curses you?"
Aokiji's grin widened. He leaned his tall frame casually against a tree, watching you with the lazy hunger of a man already planning how fast he could lose the upper hand—and liking it.
“I dunno... kinda sounds like fun," he said, voice low, smooth. "Especially if she's the kind of witch who knows a few...bad tricks.”
And thus began the harassment.
Day 1: He brought you a dead fish. "Thought witches liked weird offerings."
You squinted at it, then at him. "That’s mermaid bait, dumbass."
He shrugged and left it on your porch anyway.
Day 3: He challenged you to a "spell duel" and got his ass kicked by a very territorial goat you "accidentally" sicced on him.
Day 5: You caught him napping under your tree, snoring like a dying lawnmower.
You threw a bucket of water on him. He woke up, grinning, ice instantly forming on his clothes.
"You’re gonna have to try harder to cool me off, sweetheart."
You stomped inside before he could see the stupid smile on your face.
Day 7: You found a neatly folded note on your porch:
"Dear scary witch lady, Teach me magic? Also, your hair looks nice. Yours frostily, Aokiji"
You rolled your eyes so hard you nearly fell over. But you smiled too.
He kept coming back. Sometimes he’d just sit nearby, pretending to "guard" your house from wolves. Other times, he’d lazily help you gather herbs (crushing half of them because he was clumsy as hell). You started leaving out a second cup of tea without thinking about it.
He was stupidly tall, annoyingly charming, and somehow managed to look both lazy and sharp at the same time. He made you laugh when you hadn’t laughed in months.
And gods, when he smirked at you… when he leaned a little too close when handing you a flower… It was getting hard to pretend you didn’t notice.
One evening… You sat by the porch, braiding herbs absently. The sky blazed orange, and Aokiji lounged nearby, watching you with open amusement.
"You ever curse anyone for real?" he asked.
You smirked. "Maybe. You wanna find out?"
He whistled low, pretending to wipe sweat from his brow. "Man… you’re dangerous when you talk like that."
You tossed a dried sprig of lavender at him. He caught it, lazy-fast.
There was a pause.
Then he got up—moved toward you—slow, deliberate.
You looked up, heartbeat thudding. He loomed, tall and close enough that you could smell his skin: cold like fresh rain, sharp and clean.
His hand brushed a stray leaf from your hair—fingers lingering just a second too long.
"Y'know," he murmured, voice low and wrecked, "I think you did curse me."
You tried to laugh it off—but it came out breathless.
"Oh yeah? What’s the curse?"
He smiled—a real one this time, a little crooked, a little too soft.
"I can’t stay away from you."
The tension snapped.
You surged up, grabbing his jacket and dragging him down; he met you halfway, crashing his mouth onto yours.
The kiss was everything you expected from him: messy, greedy, starving. His tongue slid against yours immediately, tasting, teasing, claiming you. You gasped into him—he groaned low in his throat—his hands roaming your sides, cool fingertips skating fire trails along your heated skin.
You bit his lip playfully; he retaliated by lifting you effortlessly onto the porch railing, pressing between your thighs.
"You’re lucky," you panted against his mouth.
"Yeah?" he chuckled, kissing down your jaw, voice thick with want.
"Not everyone survives kissing a witch."
He grinned against your throat, cold breath making you shiver.
"Guess I’m built different."
And then he kissed you again—deeper, hungrier—like he was determined to drown in you.
You decided you’d let him.
You barely had time to catch your breath before Aokiji’s mouth was on you again—only this time, lower.
His lips trailed messy, open-mouthed kisses down your jawline, slow and deliberate, sending shivers wracking your entire body. When he reached your neck, he paused, smirking against your pulse like he could feel it racing for him.
"You always this jumpy," he teased in a low growl, "or is it just me?"
You opened your mouth to sass back—but then he bit your neck, just enough to make you gasp, and you forgot how words worked.
His tongue followed immediately after, soothing the sting, cold and warm all at once. You arched into him instinctively, and he groaned deep in his chest, like the feel of you was driving him insane.
"Aokiji—" you tried to say, but it came out a whimper.
"Mm," he murmured against your skin, "I like how you say my name. Say it again."
Instead, you tugged at his messy hair, earning a delighted chuckle from him. He pressed you harder against the porch railing, one hand sliding under your thighs to keep you perched there like you belonged to him.
And then he got even bolder.
His mouth moved lower, ghosting along your collarbone, teeth scraping lightly before he kissed the delicate skin with maddening gentleness.
Your hands clutched at the fabric of his jacket, trying to anchor yourself. You could feel his breath—cool and teasing—against the thin fabric of your dress, making your whole body burn.
"You’re trembling," he whispered, smug. "Cold?" he asked, voice dripping pure sin, "or somethin' else?"
"Y-you're cheating," you managed to choke out, laughing breathlessly.
Aokiji just grinned wickedly against your collarbone.
Suddenly, you felt it—a cold, delicate grip around your wrists.
You looked down to see thin rings of ice curling around them, not painful, but firm—anchoring you gently against the railing behind you.
Your breath hitched. Your heart slammed against your ribs.
"Aokiji…" you whispered, wide-eyed.
He looked up at you, lazy and devastatingly cocky.
"Relax," he purred, mouth brushing your ear. "You can melt 'em anytime… if you ask real nice."
You swallowed hard, feeling the cold of the ice and the burning heat of his mouth on your skin, the impossible contrast driving you absolutely insane.
He kissed your shoulder—slow, reverent—then trailed back up to your neck, biting a little harder this time, earning a shaky, desperate moan from your lips.
"You sound so pretty," he rasped, like he was barely holding himself back.
You tugged at the ice instinctively, but it only made the sensation sharper—being half-pinned, half-teased, at his mercy.
"You want me to stop?" he asked, lips ghosting over yours, voice infuriatingly smug.
You glared at him, cheeks flushed and heart racing. "Don't you fucking dare."
Aokiji laughed—a real, dark, hungry laugh—and then captured your mouth again in a kiss so deep, so filthy, you forgot what planet you were on.
You kissed him back just as desperately, your hips grinding against his without even thinking.
The ice melted instantly under your heat, but you didn’t even notice—you were too busy tugging him closer, swallowing each other whole.
When you finally broke apart, gasping, he rested his forehead against yours, smirking like the cocky bastard he was.
"You’re trouble," he whispered, voice wrecked and affectionate.
You smiled, tugging his collar.
"So ruin me already, Ice Man."
And from the wicked glint in his half-lidded eyes, you knew he fully intended to.
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The Lost Reader
A mysterious reader of Poneglyphs finds a new home among the Straw Hat Pirates, slowly becoming an irreplaceable part of their crew as their love for them grows.
READER WHO CAN READ AND SPEAK PONEGLYPH
Strawhats x Poneglyph gn!reader ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT
main characters: luffy, zoro, sanji, nami, robin
tags: fluff, sfw, harem(?), soft
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs cringe and oc
words count: 1.9k
masterlist | ko-fi
: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
It started with silence.
Not the heavy kind that suffocates—but the quiet peace of wind brushing through trees, waves lapping against the sand, and birds singing above crumbled ruins. Your only companions were time-worn Poneglyphs, mossy stone relics, and the hollow ache of knowing you shouldn’t exist.
You didn’t know what you were—only that you could read them. The Poneglyphs. Their words came to you like breath, like blood. It wasn’t learned. It just… was.
And then one day, the silence broke.
“WOOOOAAAHH! What a weird island!!”
You looked up from a worn page, blinking at the explosion of sound.
A rubber man had landed face-first in your tomato garden.
You blinked again, rubbing your eyes to make sure you weren’t imagining the scene before you. The man—his limbs were stretched at impossible angles, and his face was, well… currently smushed into the dirt of your carefully cultivated tomato patch.
“Luffy!” a woman’s voice shouted from the shore. “Stop crashing into things!”
You stared in disbelief, watching as a circus of chaos disembarked from a sunny, lion-faced ship. At least, that’s what it looked like to you.
“Wha—?” You stumbled back, half-wondering if you’d stepped into some sort of dream. But no, the crew’s laughter was real. Loud, boisterous, utterly chaotic, and very much present.
Before you could comprehend the whirlwind that had just descended upon your quiet life, a figure bounded toward you. The rubber man—Luffy—was grinning at you like you were the most interesting thing he’d seen all day. And, for all you knew, you were.
“Hey! Who're you? you live here? cool! SHISHISHI” Luffy asked, already sitting cross-legged on the ground as if he hadn’t just completely flattened your garden. “Wanna eat with us?”
You blinked, still too stunned to form a coherent sentence. “I… guess?...Im Y/N”
And so began your first real encounter with the Straw Hat Pirates.
Nami, with her keen eyes and sharp questions, immediately assessed the situation, interrogating you about your maps and supplies like she was about to audit your entire existence. Sanji, the ever-romantic chef, started cooking a feast so lavish that you were half-tempted to check if the food had its own backstory. The man even had heart-shaped eyes every time you praised his cooking.
Usopp, ever the over-the-top self-proclaimed hero, proudly handed you a coconut with a grin that could only be described as a “friendship orb.” “From me to you,” he declared, as if he had just made the world’s most profound offering.
And then there was Chopper, who took your pulse the second he saw you, declaring that you had “island person syndrome” and needed immediate attention.
Robin, however, watched you closely. Her gaze sharp but gentle, as if trying to figure out a puzzle no one else could see.
“You can read those stones, can’t you?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
You stiffened. The question sent a shiver through your spine, a fleeting reminder of the secret you kept buried deep within. You didn’t answer. Not immediately.
She smiled, soft and knowing, her eyes never leaving yours. “We’ll talk later.”
Zoro, ever the brooding figure, glanced at you and muttered under his breath, “You don’t look dangerous.” It seemed like a funny thing to say, considering he had just been trying to slice a boulder in half mere moments earlier.
It didn’t take long for you to realize what was happening: You were trapped in their orbit. In their madness. In their chaos.
And you couldn’t have been more content.
The Thousand Sunny became your new home—bright, loud, and utterly unpredictable.
Sanji insisted on cooking you all your meals. Breakfast, lunch, dinner—each time, his cooking came with a full-on serenade, and if you didn’t finish your plate, he might just shed a tear. “It’s not just food,” he’d say. “It’s love. It’s my soul in a dish!”
Nami dragged you into shopping sprees with no regard for your dwindling supplies or your protestations. “You need to look fabulous, Y/N. Don’t you want to blend in with the rest of us?” she’d tease, while tossing a dozen new outfits into your arms. You always ended up spending more than you intended, but there was something so infectious about her enthusiasm that you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
Robin was the one who quietly fascinated you. You’d find her at all hours of the day, absorbed in reading a book or studying the surroundings with quiet intensity. There was something about the way she looked at you, like she already knew your secrets but would never pry.
And then there was Luffy. Always smiling. Always laughing. He treated you as though you were already part of the crew. No pretense, no hesitation. You didn’t even need to be invited. You were just… in.
“Wanna ride on top of the mast?” Luffy asked one morning, as casually as if he were asking if you wanted a snack.
You stared up at the towering mast, then back at him. “Is that… safe?”
“Nope! shishishi” he beamed, looking excited about the prospect.
Somehow, that made it make sense to climb up there with him. He helped you up like it was nothing, laughing all the while. The wind whipped through your hair, and for the first time in a long while, you felt alive. You weren’t just existing anymore.
Zoro, ever the silent guardian, began training near you. You noticed him constantly observing your movements, his gaze intense but not unwelcome. One day, you lost your footing on deck, but before you could even react, his hand shot out and steadied you.
He didn’t say much, just stared at you for a moment, before clearing his throat and muttering, “Watch your step, dumbass.”
Romance, clearly.
It crept in slowly. Unnoticed, at first.
Sanji’s compliments, light-hearted at first, began to hold a different weight. “You look beautiful today, Y/N~chwann” he’d say with a soft smile, not just as a joke, but as something that meant more.
Nami’s teasing turned into lingering glances, moments where her eyes softened when she thought no one was looking.
Robin’s hand on yours during those quiet late-night reading sessions made your heart skip a beat, like it was a shared secret, a connection you didn’t have the words to describe.
Zoro’s silence, once intimidating, became your comfort. When he was near, you didn’t need to talk. You didn’t need to explain yourself. He was just there, a steady presence.
And Luffy’s laughter—oh, Luffy’s laughter. It started to feel like home, like the sound of safety, of warmth. A constant reminder that with him around, there was nothing to fear.
But you kept your secret.
That was until one night, when you and Robin stood over a relic you had no business being near. It was buried deep beneath the cursed island’s soil, half-buried like a forgotten truth. Robin stood behind you, arms crossed, waiting for you to decipher it. You already knew what it would say, but that didn’t stop the rush of dread that surged within you as your fingers traced the ancient glyphs.
“You know what it says, don’t you?” Robin’s voice was barely a whisper. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.
You stiffened.
“It’s just a story,” you muttered, voice low.
Robin smiled, a soft and knowing smile, one that suggested she understood far more than she let on. “Then you should know—they’d kill you for it.”
You didn’t answer, didn’t have the words. You just continued to trace the lines, the ancient language flowing effortlessly from your mind, sinking into the earth beneath your fingertips.
Everything changed when you found the half-buried Poneglyph on a cursed island.
It was a trap. Not for Luffy. Not for the Pirate King in the making.
For you.
You read the stone aloud, your voice quiet, shaking slightly. And for the first time in your life, the stone responded.
The words were not just etched into stone, not just an inscription—it was a message. A message that burned through the world like a beacon.
“The last of the Whisperers,” it said. “Hunted. Hidden. Forbidden.”
The ground shook. The air turned electric. The Poneglyphs around you shimmered, the glyphs becoming light, illuminating the island with a soft, ethereal glow.
The Straw Hats arrived just as you stumbled backward, your eyes wide, heart pounding, the power coursing through you like an uncontrollable force. The glyphs pulsed, and the power in your veins burned bright.
“What’s happening?!” Usopp screamed, looking ready to fight a ghost.
You looked at them—at your crew—and whispered, “They were hunting us. People who could read these stones. I shouldn’t exist.”
There was silence.
Then Luffy stepped forward, his voice unwavering, “You’re not alone.”
The Marines came shortly after.
You fought, of course you did.
For the first time in your life, you let the power in your blood surge freely. The words of the stone became light, flames of energy erupting from the ground as you slashed through the battlefield, carving the very earth with your newfound strength. You cracked the island’s crust. You didn’t even know you could do that.
Sanji’s hand grabbed yours as the ground beneath you cracked, pulling you from the collapsing cliff. Zoro fought beside you, silent and determined. Robin’s steady hand on yours kept you grounded in the chaos.
When the battle was over, and the last Marine had been driven back, you passed out.
You woke in the infirmary, Chopper hovering over you, his worried eyes darting around like he was waiting for you to disappear again. Franky was sitting beside you, sobbing into a bowl of soup.
“You scared us, you moron,” Nami whispered, brushing your hair back from your face. Her voice was soft, a rare tenderness that made your heart ache.
Robin kissed your temple as she hovered over you, whispering, “You’re more than your gift.”
Sanji didn’t say anything, but his presence was unmistakable. He curled up beside you, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, a silent vow of protection.
Zoro sat across from you, cleaning his swords. “Don’t ever do that alone again.”
And Luffy… Luffy beamed at you, that infectious smile lighting up his face as he exclaimed, “You’re stuck with us forever now!”
The tension unraveled like fraying rope.
Nami kissed you when you least expected it, quick and teasing, a spark of affection.
Robin kissed you in the library, with parchment between your hands, and the world felt like it stopped turning for a moment.
Sanji kissed you with all the intensity of someone who had been waiting for years, every touch filled with longing.
Zoro kissed you like it was the only thing that made sense, his hands warm and steady.
And Luffy—Luffy’s kiss was upside down, playful, and completely unexpected, but perfect in the way only Luffy could be.
Usopp ran away screaming, “AAAH! ROMANCE ATTACK!”
Chopper fainted. Twice.
Brook played a love song with three verses about your “sultry stare” that made everyone uncomfortable except Sanji, who wept.
Franky asked if you wanted to build a heart-shaped cannon to “blast your feelings at the world.” You said yes. It now sits in the garden.
Jinbei just gave you a nod and said, “It’s about time.”
You weren’t a secret anymore.
You were theirs.
Not claimed, not owned—but cherished. Loved, wholly and fiercely.
And though the world may hunt you, you had a crew that would burn it down before they let anyone take you.
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𝘉𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.
𝘕𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘙𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘦𝘵𝘤., 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.
𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴' 𝘋𝘕𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, (𝘐𝘧 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 — 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦!)
𝘕𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 , 𝘙𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦!, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘶𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺.
ℛℯ𝓆𝓊ℯ𝓈𝓉 ℰ𝓉𝒾𝓆𝓊ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ
𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨! (𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵!)
𝘉𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈 "𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦" 𝘢𝘯𝘥 "𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶" 𝘨𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘺.
𝘉𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.), 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵!
𝘕𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵! 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 — 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴!
𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦! 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥.
𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴.
Quick a/n: 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.
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Perfect pair
Y/n lands on the forsaken island of Kuraigana, crossing paths with the world’s greatest swordsman, Dracule Mihawk.
PART 1 OF READER WHO CAN USE THE INFINITY STONES
dracule mihawk x reader ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT
main characters: mihawk
tags: fluff, sfw, soft, lots of v!ol3nce
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and oc
words count: 968
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Kuraigana Island was a corpse of a land.
Fog hung like a wet cloth. Gnarled trees clawed at a grey sky. Castles lay in ruin. Crows perched on broken battlements, staring like tiny, judgmental gods. The humandrills lurked in the shadows, half-watching, half-measuring you with the unsettling intelligence of creatures that knew too much and bowed to nothing.
You arrived with no fanfare — a split in space, a ripple in air, and there you stood.
The swordsman was already waiting.
Golden eyes sharp as his blade, Dracule Mihawk took you in without surprise. Just a flick of his gaze, the briefest narrowing of lids.
“You’re not from here.”
“...”
A beat. Then a faint smirk.
“State your business.”
You glanced around. The entire island radiated don’t bother, but you liked the silence.
“Needed a place to land.”
Mihawk regarded you a moment longer, then turned away.
“Don’t get in my way.”
You didn’t answer. You never did.
There he stood, placing the wine aside. Up close, he was taller than you expected, broad-shouldered and impossibly composed, moving like liquid death. The sort of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to command a room.
“I don’t know where you came from,” he said, approaching with unhurried grace, “but I can tell you this island is no place for a traveler. It devours the weak.”
“I’m not weak.”
Something in his eyes sharpened. “Prove it.”
A sword materialized in his hand—a black-bladed cross almost as tall as you were.
You didn’t blink.
He smirked, and in a blur of movement, brought the blade down.
You raised a hand.
The world stuttered. Time hiccupped.
His strike slowed to a crawl, the blade inches from your face.
“Cute,” you murmured, tilting your head. You could feel the hum of cosmic power rising within you.
With a flick of your wrist, you stepped out of sync with the moment. Time resumed, his blade cleaving harmlessly through empty air.
You were leaning against a column now.
“Done?” you asked, voice flat.
Mihawk turned, eye narrowing. A slow, dangerous smile curved his mouth.
“Well, Aren’t you interesting.”
Days bled together.
Mihawk didn’t ask you to leave, and you didn’t offer. He trained in the ruins. You wandered. A routine of unspoken tolerance.
Occasionally, the hum of his blade slicing the mist would pause as you flexed space to pluck fruit from high branches, reversed time to catch a falling stone before it shattered, or made entire sections of the crumbling wall rebuild themselves just for fun.
Once, a particularly bold baboon lunged at you. Mihawk turned just in time to see it dissolve into stardust.
You held its still-beating heart in your palm for a moment, then let it fall.
The humandrills kept their distance after that.
He said nothing, but his eyes followed you longer after that.
He asked about your powers one evening, rare curiosity threading his tone.
You sat by a fire you didn’t need, lazily manipulating the flame into twisting shapes.
“Are you a god?”
You considered it. “Complicated.”
He hummed. “Good. I hate gods.”
The corner of your mouth twitched. “Noted.”
Tension hung between you like fine wire. Neither speaking it. Neither breaking it.
When pirates landed, drunk on courage and legends of Mihawk’s title, you watched from a stone wall.
Twenty men.
They charged.
Mihawk moved like death made flesh, blade a dark glimmer. He cut through them like wind through leaves.
One survivor crawled toward you, gasping, reaching.
You tilted your head.
The man froze. His body peeled apart into strings of light, unraveling like an old tapestry.
Mihawk watched, bloodied and silent.
You met his gaze. “Messy work.”
He smirked. “Efficient.”
Weeks later, a storm hit.
Lightning split the sky. Waves devoured the shore.
A galleon, unfamiliar flag, shattered against the cliffs.
Mihawk and you stood at the shore. Bodies in the water. Survivors clinging to wreckage.
“Yours?” you asked.
He shook his head.
A captain, foolish and loud, cursed and called Mihawk out by name.
Mihawk’s blade lifted — but you stepped past him.
A simple gesture. A ripple in reality.
The ocean bent, swallowing the survivors. The ship’s remains vanished, leaving only empty, perfect water.
Silence.
“You stole my kill,” Mihawk said.
You shrugged. “They bored me.”
He stared at you a long moment, then laughed. Low, rare.
“Stay,” he said.
You did.
Because for once, you weren’t bored.
One dusky evening, Mihawk invited you on a hunt.
“A nuisance on a nearby island,” he said. “A former Warlord pretending to hold dominion.”
You quirked a brow. “And you need me?”
“I don’t need anyone,” he replied smoothly. “But you might amuse me.”
You smirked and stepped through a portal, Mihawk following.
The island was a lush jungle, overrun with hostile fauna and even more hostile men.
They expected Mihawk. They didn’t expect you.
One tried to cleave your head from behind.
You stopped time.
Walked around the frozen scene, plucking the man’s weapon away, rewinding his attempted strike into a trip and face-first fall into mud.
When time resumed, Mihawk didn’t flinch, but you caught the slight twitch of his lip.
“You enjoy showing off.”
“I enjoy being alive.”
You flicked a finger. Space warped around a group of enemies, their bodies crushed into a single, compacted orb of air before disappearing.
Mihawk cut down the rest, his precise strikes a sharp contrast to your cosmic chaos.
Afterward, the island was silent save for the wind and the cawing of carrion birds.
Mihawk sheathed his sword.
“You might be dangerous company.”
“You might be boring,” you countered.
Another smirk. “Then we’ll keep testing that.”
You stepped back into Kuraigana’s misty air together.
The humandrills stared harder than usual.
And you, for the first time in centuries, considered the notion of staying.
Where were you? I didn't know you existed.
Hello, I'll be your new follower. You have wonderful stories.
but I would like to request one please
Gol D. Ann oh Portgas D Anne oh simply Anne the younger blood sister of Ace Portgas and sworn sister of Luffy and Sabo
Unlike her siblings, she followed the path of her adoptive grandfather Garp and became a marine. Against all odds, with the help of Garp, who hid his identity. But she was assigned as a pupil of Admiral Akainu, who trained her severely (unaware that she was the daughter and sister of two pirates). With her great talent, and as Akainu's pupil, the young woman rose rapidly within the Navy, rising to the rank of Rear Admiral of the Fleet.
Nobody knew that the young woman they believed to be loyal to the navy fell into the clutches of love, and none other than a pirate, and not just any pirate, but one who is a friend of her brother, Marco the Phoenix.
After her brother Ace was captured by the Navy, her grandfather forbade her from visiting him in the jungles. He even somehow arranged for her to be assigned a special mission so she wouldn't participate in the execution. Or rather, so she wouldn't intervene, since Garp knew her well.
When Akainu attacked Luffy and Ace stepped in. A small figure wrapped in a large white cloak Was wearing a clown mask Stayed in the middle with a Haki-filled sword between Akainu's sword arm and Ace's back She was able to briefly stop the enormous blow of power, using everything she had and managed to knock Akainu back a couple of steps But sacrificing her swords and mask The boys, upon seeing who it was, froze when they recognized her Ace An Luffy sister Anne didn't say anything, her eyes were on Akainu, she knew he shouldn't let his guard down Although he also seemed somewhat confused As did the other pirates nearby and a certain blond man who was covering his face with his hand Anne, idiot, that's a terrible way to block it, you almost ruined everything. You still haven't learned Haki by looking at his brothers. Approaching and kicking them hard, they landed right in Jimbe's arms. That's your way out, Sea Knight Jimbe. No, wait, Anne, the boys shouted as Jimbe started running again.
Akainu looked at the young woman, disappointed. While Anne wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of her lips, The traitorous Akainu prepared to attack Anne, but before that, Whitebeard attacked him. Anne's hands were still shaking from holding the swords so tightly. She gave up on the rest, feeling dizzy. But before she could fall, Marco held her.
Marco Anne, idiot Anne, calm down, it's fine. Order the retreat. Then you'll discipline me, looking at her lover with a smile.
Please excuse me for bothering you. I'm sure you can make something of that information and create a great story that humiliates Akainu, saves Ace, and makes Anne and Marco fall in love. I can give you a little gift if you want
thank u for the compliments! im glad u like my works, also thank u and no need for gifts but i appreciate it either way! <3 here u go! its not well written but, i hope u like it! 😅
Where the Fire Lives
In the chaos of Marineford, Anne risks everything — her life, her duty, her heart — to save the brothers she swore to protect.
Marco the phoenix x female oc
tags: slight angst, soft, sfw, ooc, near-death experience, platonic bonds, hidden identity, happy ending, oc, bl00d/v!olence
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe
word count: 3.3k
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The sun was merciless in Marineford as Rear Admiral Anne stood at perfect attention, her fists behind her back, posture drilled into her over years of Akainu's brutal training. Her dark navy coat fluttered slightly in the sea breeze, the crimson sash at her waist marking her as a Rear Admiral. Her name—simply "Anne"—was carved into the records of the Marines as one of its youngest rising stars, a combat prodigy in the mold of Garp the Hero.
Everyone knew she was Garp’s adoptive granddaughter. But no one knew she was the daughter of Gol D. Roger, or the blood sister of Portgas D. Ace. And only a precious few knew that when she vanished from Marineford for a week every few months, she was disappearing into the arms of Marco the Phoenix.
“Rear Admiral Anne,” came a sharp voice behind her.
She didn’t need to turn to know it was Sakazuki—Admiral Akainu.
“Reporting, Admiral,” she answered smoothly.
“You’ve been assigned to eliminate the remnants of the Valkor Pirates in West Blue,” Akainu growled, his boots echoing on the stone dock. “I want their ship sunk. No survivors.”
Anne internally winced, knowing Capone Valkor’s crew was more bark than bite these days. But she nodded. “Understood, Admiral.”
Akainu narrowed his eyes at her. “Don’t disappoint me, girl.”
She didn’t flinch. “I never do.”
“Anne!”
She barely dodged the flaming cannonball that tore through the mast behind her.
“Geez, Valkor’s boys are still this reckless?” she muttered, haki flaring around her fists.
In under five minutes, she dispatched the entire crew—most of whom leapt overboard after she shattered the deck with a single haki-charged stomp.
A call came through her Den Den Mushi as she stood triumphantly among the wreckage. “Mission complete. All enemies neutralized.”
“Very good, Rear Admiral~” came the smooth, amused voice of Borsalino—Admiral Kizaru. “Though you might’ve left a few more survivors. Paperwork, you know.”
“I’ll bring you souvenirs next time,” Anne deadpanned.
A week later, Anne was standing under the starlight of Sabaody Archipelago, pretending to look out over the ocean. But she wasn’t waiting for the view. She was waiting for him.
“You’re late,” she said as a blue flame flickered into existence behind her.
Marco emerged in full phoenix mode before shifting into his human form, brushing off his coat with a sheepish grin. “I’m technically a pirate. Time management isn’t our strong suit-yoi”
Anne turned to face him. “You’re lucky you’re handsome.”
“You’re lucky I like Marines with secrets-yoi” Marco shot back.
She smirked. “Careful, Marco. If Akainu ever finds out I’m dating a pirate, he’ll turn me into a lava puddle.”
He kissed her forehead. “He’d have to get through me first-yoi”
They didn’t talk about the danger of their affair. About how, if her identity as Gol D. Roger’s daughter came to light, the world would shatter.
Two months later, Anne was aboard a Marine ship tracking pirate movements in the New World.
“Rear Admiral,” a young Ensign called. “Reports indicate Portgas D. Ace was spotted with Whitebeard’s crew nearby.”
Anne tensed, then forced a casual shrug. “We’ll move in. Be cautious.”
As they neared the island, she took point, moving ahead of her men. The moment she landed, a burst of fire greeted her.
“I was wondering when the Marines would show up,” Ace called from a cliff.
Anne smirked. “You’re not as impressive in person as your bounty poster.”
Ace blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Portgas D. Ace. 550 million berries. Famous for being reckless and wearing the same shorts in every poster.”
Ace gawked. “Anne, it’s me! You’re seriously pretending we don’t know each other?”
She gave him a warning glare. “Keep your voice down, idiot.”
From behind a boulder, Marco peeked out with a choked laugh.
“Wait,” Ace whispered harshly, realizing. “You’re… oh no. You’re the Rear Admiral who Marco’s been sneaking off to see?”
Anne just crossed her arms, utterly unimpressed. “Congratulations. You’ve blown three secrets in ten seconds.”
Whitebeard’s laughter could be heard from the distance. “I like this girl. Smart and terrifying.”
Ace tried to recover, pointing dramatically at her. “She’s not that scary!”
Anne kicked him in the stomach.
He landed on Marco, groaning. “Okay. I take that back.”
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Anne sat with Marco on the edge of the cliff, feet dangling.
“Someday, all of this is going to fall apart,” she murmured.
Marco nodded. “And when it does?”
She squeezed his hand. “I’ll still choose you.”
He smiled. “You’re the only Marine I’d ever break the world for-yoi”
They watched the stars together, unaware that soon, everything would change.
Rear Admiral Anne stood at the training grounds of Marineford, sweat glistening down her brow as she completed her fifth round of drills. Her haki-enhanced strikes shattered practice dummies with ease. Spectators—young recruits and seasoned captains alike—watched with a mix of awe and wariness.
"She's terrifying," one whispered. "Like Vice-Admiral Garp, but with fewer laughs and more death stares."
Anne sheathed her sword and rolled her shoulders. She had a rendezvous scheduled soon, but appearances needed maintaining.
"Rear Admiral Anne," Vice Admiral Tsuru approached, folding her arms behind her back. "I heard your last mission was executed flawlessly."
Anne gave a crisp salute. "Yes, ma'am. Pirate remnants neutralized. Minimal Marine casualties."
Tsuru's eyes twinkled. "Good. You're making waves, girl. Maybe even too many."
Before Anne could answer, a new voice chimed in.
"Too many waves means you’re swimming upstream. Dangerous for someone your size."
Anne groaned inwardly. "Hello, Aokiji-san."
Admiral Aokiji, casually dressed even in the fortress of order that was Marineford, gave her a lazy nod. "I saw your form earlier. Your haki’s improving. You punch like a cannon now."
"Thanks," she replied dryly. "Maybe one day I’ll hit hard enough to knock the lazy out of you."
"Scary." Aokiji mock shivered.
Tsuru chuckled and dismissed herself. As she left, Garp appeared from a nearby barracks hallway, munching on rice crackers.
"Brat," he barked.
Anne turned. "Grandpa."
Garp waved away a few curious recruits and yanked her into his office.
The moment the door closed, he slammed a fist into the desk, causing it to groan. "You’ve been meeting with that Phoenix boy again, haven’t you!?"
Anne didn't deny it. "Yes. And before you say anything—I’m not stupid. We’re careful."
"Careful won’t stop an imprisonment if someone finds out. You think Sengoku wouldn’t throw you in Impel Down if he knew what you’ve been doing—"
"I know, Grandpa." Her voice cracked, soft but firm. "I know the weight I carry. I chose this life because you believed I could change things from inside. I still believe that. But I won’t stop seeing Marco."
Garp sighed, sitting heavily. "You remind me too much of your brothers sometimes."
Anne smiled faintly. "Isn’t that a compliment?"
Garp just shoved more crackers into his mouth and grumbled. "Don't do something you’ll regret!”
That night, under the shroud of darkness and an overcast sky, Anne rendezvoused with Marco again—this time on a quiet island dock in the New World. After exchanging a few quiet, stolen moments together, Marco's expression shifted from his usual warm smile to something a bit more serious, as if he was weighing his words carefully.
“Weeks without seeing you feels like three years,” Marco murmured as he landed in his hybrid form.
Anne leaned into him. “Says the man who literally caught fire to dodge my last message Den Den.”
He chuckled. “You scare me when you're annoyed. And your last note said, ‘We need to talk.’ That’s usually not romantic-yoi"
“I had to make it sound like a Marine order. Just in case.”
Marco lifted her chin. “You sure you still want this? With everything heating up out there… war might not be far.”
Anne nodded, gaze resolute. “I’m sure. Besides… my heart decided before my rank did.”
They kissed, long and desperate, like time itself might steal the moment. For now, there were no emblems. No ranks. Just warmth.
"Anne," Marco sighed, his brow furrowing. "I need to talk to you about something serious. Teach killed thatch and stole his devil fruit…and Ace—he's going after teach-yoi"
Anne’s face grew serious as she listened, her heart tightening with concern. "He’s after teach?" she repeated softly, her mind racing. "Marco, I’ve got bad feelings for this… this bad feeling that something’s off. I don’t want him to go after Teach without understanding what he’s truly up against."
Marco nodded, but his worry didn't quite vanish from his eyes.
Later, after the night faded into silence and after they shared their warmth in a stolen kiss, Anne left with a heavy heart.
A few weeks passed before Anne crossed paths with Ace again. This time, he was alone, his usual smirk replaced by something harder, a look that spoke of a man who had made a decision. She stopped dead in her tracks as their gazes locked. “Ace,” Anne’s voice cut through the silence between them. “I heard. About Teach. You’ve got to be careful. He’s not someone you can just take down with fire alone.” She looked at her brother, seeing the stubbornness in his eyes, but also the uncertainty that she had been fearing. “Promise me you’ll be cautious.” Ace chuckled, ruffling Anne’s hair. “Of course. You’re still the overprotective little sister, huh?” But then his expression softened. “I’ll be careful, Anne. I’m not looking to get myself killed. But Teach won’t just sit around. I need to end this before it spirals out of control.” Anne nodded, her voice quiet but firm. “I know. Just don’t let that man get the better of you.” She kissed his cheek before pulling away, her eyes scanning the horizon like she could see the storm brewing in the distance. “And I’ll make sure Marco knows how to get in touch with me, in case things go sideways.”
Back at Marineford that evening, Anne stood atop the tower, looking at the sea.
She felt a presence behind her and spoke without turning.
“Kizaru-san. What now?”
The Admiral leaned casually against the railing. “You’re quite the enigma, Anne-chan~”
“Am I?”
“You train like a soldier, vanish like a thief, and fight like a demon...Even Sakazuki’s starting to wonder...about you~”
Anne stayed silent.
Kizaru smiled faintly. “You remind me of Roger’s crew... I fought them once, you know...Your eyes? Same fire~”
Her heart stuttered.
“But~” he continued, “you fight for us... So I won’t ask questions... Not yet~”
He vanished in a glimmer of light, leaving her breathless.
Later that night, Anne found herself in Garp’s office again.
“You’re being watched,” he warned her.
“I know.”
He sighed. “Something’s coming, Anne. You need to decide which side you’re truly on.”
She looked up, eyes glowing with resolve. “I already chose. I just don’t think the world’s ready for that choice yet.”
The jungles of the New World were thick and wild, but Anne moved through them like a ghost, her mind elsewhere.
She should have been at Marineford. She should have been at her brother’s side.
Instead, her grandfather Garp had sent her here, on a special mission. A mission that conveniently kept her far from Ace’s execution. Anne wasn’t stupid. She knew exactly what Garp had done — and why.
He knows I would have tried to stop it.
And he was right.
Because no matter her rank, no matter her duty, she would have torn the world apart to protect Ace and Luffy.
The day of the execution, Anne felt it.
The shift in the air.
The roaring Haki that seemed to tear the sky apart.
The terror.
Without thinking, she dropped everything. Her orders, her mission — none of it mattered. She boarded a small craft and forced it through the raging seas toward Marineford, her heart pounding louder than the crashing waves.
She arrived in the middle of chaos.
The war was already at its peak. Pirates and Marines clashed like titans across the shattered ice and broken ships. Screams filled the air. Blood stained the ground.
Anne didn’t hesitate.
She threw a large white cloak over herself, pulled a battered clown mask over her face, and sprinted toward the execution platform.
She arrived just in time to see Akainu aiming a killing blow at Luffy’s exposed back.
Ace moved instinctively — but Anne moved faster.
With a burst of Haki, she hurled herself between Akainu’s magma fist and Ace. Her sword, coated in everything she had left, clashed against the Admiral's burning attack.
The ground shook beneath them.
Anne gritted her teeth, feeling her arms tremble violently from the impact. Her sword cracked under the overwhelming heat and pressure, and her mask shattered, falling from her face.
The world seemed to freeze.
Ace’s eyes widened in horror.
“Anne?!” Ace gasped, horror and relief blending in his voice.
Anne’s lips curled into a small, defiant smile, even as blood dripped down her chin.
She didn’t speak. She couldn't. All she could do was push with everything she had.
For one, brief, shining second — she knocked Akainu back.
The Admiral stumbled, his magma fist withdrawing for the first time.
Anne staggered, the broken remains of her swords falling from her hands. She barely registered the shocked gasps from the surrounding pirates — or the way a certain blond man was covering his face with a shaking hand.
"Anne, you idiot," Marco muttered under his breath, torn between pride and absolute panic.
Anne wiped the blood from her mouth and turned her head just enough to see Ace and Luffy, still frozen in shock.
"Go," she rasped, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Now."
You ended up kicking both Ace and Luffy square in the stomach, sending them flying into Jimbe's waiting arms.
“Jinbe!” Marco barked. “Get them the hell out of here!”
“No! Anne!” Luffy screamed, reaching out as Jinbe grabbed him and bolted, Ace struggling in his grip.
Anne didn’t turn to look. She couldn’t.
Her focus was still locked onto Akainu, who had recovered from his stumble and was now glaring at her with cold fury.
“You… traitorous brat!” Akainu growled, his fists crackling with magma. “You dare betray justice!?”
Anne gave a tired, mocking smile. "If your 'justice' means killing my brothers," she said hoarsely, "then I'll betray it a thousand times over."
Anne dropped into a shaky stance, barely able to lift her fists. She didn't care about justice anymore.
All she cared about was Ace and Luffy’s safety.
Akainu charged, magma exploding from the ground around him. Anne dodged and weaved, her body moving on instinct, using her smaller size and speed to slip past his heavy, devastating blows.
A magma fist scorched the air inches from her face — she spun under it and slashed his side with a quick, Haki-laced strike, leaving a shallow cut across his coat.
The nearby pirates gawked.
Anne, barely able to stand minutes ago, had injured an Admiral.
Akainu snarled in fury and attacked again, faster and more vicious.
Anne ducked under a molten punch, then headbutted his chin with a burst of Haki so fierce it sent him staggering back two steps.
The Whitebeard Pirates watching in the distance let out a stunned cheer.
"Get him, brat!" someone yelled.
Anne wiped the blood from her forehead, grinning fiercely.
"What's wrong, Akainu?!" she taunted, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Getting beaten by a 'brat' half your size?"
Akainu’s face twisted in rage, steam pouring from his body.
He slammed his fists into the ground, magma exploding upward in a deadly wave.
Anne charged right through it.
Her cloak caught fire. Her boots melted. But she kept going — straight at him.
With a wild, reckless cry, she jumped and drove the hilt of her broken sword into his face, cracking his nose with a brutal crunch.
The battlefield fell silent.
Anne landed in a crouch, panting hard, the remains of her sword still clutched tightly.
Akainu staggered back, one hand flying to his bleeding nose.
The Admiral of Absolute Justice, humiliated — by a girl he once called nothing more than a "soldier."
Anne smirked up at him, cocky despite the blood dripping from her mouth.
But it couldn't last.
The moment passed.
Akainu roared, his entire body exploding with magma and fury, and Anne had no more strength left to dodge.
She raised her battered arms in a last, defiant stance—
Akainu surged forward, rage burning brighter than ever—but before his blow could land, a massive quake shook the battlefield.
Whitebeard.
The old pirate crashed into Akainu with a roar, sending the Admiral flying back with a devastating blow of his bisento.
Anne gasped for breath, her vision swimming. Her legs buckled—
—and Marco caught her before she hit the ground.
"Anne," Marco muttered, his voice thick with emotion. He cradled her against him, his hands glowing faintly with phoenix energy to try and slow her bleeding.
"Marco," she whispered weakly, clinging to his jacket.
"You idiot," he repeated, forehead pressing briefly against hers. "You almost got yourself killed."
Anne gave a faint, bloodied smile. "But… worth it, right?"
Marco swallowed hard. He couldn’t deny it. She had saved Ace. She had saved all of them.
He lifted her easily into his arms. “We’re retreating. Now.”
As the Whitebeard Pirates gathered to pull back, carrying their wounded and fallen, Anne closed her eyes against Marco’s chest, finally letting the exhaustion consume her.
Aftermath
Anne woke up to the sound of the ocean.
She was aboard a ship — not a Marine ship, but one of the Whitebeard Pirates’ vessels.
Her body ached from head to toe. Every muscle screamed in protest. Her hands were wrapped in thick bandages, her ribs tightly bound.
She tried to sit up — and immediately fell back with a groan.
“Don’t even try it.”
Marco’s voice drifted from the side of her bed. She turned her head to see him sitting there, arms crossed, looking more exhausted than she’d ever seen him.
"You broke both your arms, cracked three ribs, burned your hands, and gave yourself a concussion," he said flatly. "And somehow you still thought it was a good idea to stand in front of Akainu."
Anne winced. "Is Ace…?"
Marco’s expression softened.
"He’s safe. Thanks to you. Him and Luffy both."
Anne sagged with relief, tears burning her eyes. She scrubbed at them weakly with the back of her bandaged hand.
Marco reached out and caught her hand gently.
"Thank you," he said quietly. "For saving our family."
Anne squeezed his fingers weakly. "Always."
Meanwhile, back at Marine Headquarters:
Garp sat on the edge of a ruined wall, staring blankly at the sea.
Sengoku stood beside him, arms folded.
"You knew she’d do it," Sengoku said quietly.
Garp let out a loud, boasting laugh. "Of course I did! She's my granddaughter after all!"
He closed his eyes.
“She’s got the blood of monster running through her veins. And the heart of a fool.”
Sengoku didn't argue. He simply laid a hand on Garp’s shoulder and squeezed once, silently.
They had all lost today.
And yet, somehow, Anne had managed to save something precious.
Later, on the Whitebeard ship:
Under the blanket of stars, Anne sat on the deck, wrapped in a thick coat, watching the ocean drift by. Her hands still trembled, but she didn’t mind.
Marco dropped down beside her, handing her a cup of hot tea.
They sat in silence for a long time, the night air cool and salty.
Finally, Anne spoke.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"For what?"
"For worrying you."
Marco snorted quietly. "You're a pirate now, Anne. Worrying me is part of the deal."
She gave him a crooked smile.
Then, softly, Marco reached over and pressed his forehead against hers again.
"You’re family now," he murmured. "And we protect our own."
Anne closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his presence against the cold night.
For the first time since the war had started, she let herself believe—
Maybe everything wasn't lost after all.
Thoughts on Prince from SWORD? Would you write something for him?
hmmm, he a lowk fine shyt w his silly hat so yea, i might write something for him in the future, since i dont have any ideas for him just yet. but if u have lmk!!
sooo what if reader and shank,established relationship,and they keep their relationship pretty hidden for a long while until one day one of their crew m mates found them making out/kiss(?) by accidentally but that crewmate keeps that secret hidden but slowly teasers them during dinner(which made the others confused) but soon after they kind of reveal their relationship and the crew goes shocked or something
thats a nice idea~ hope u like this!
Six Months of Secrets, Five Minutes of Hell
Keeping a relationship secret on the Red Force is hard — especially when your crewmate catches you making out and decides to turn dinner into your personal hell.
Shanks x gn! reader | ONE SHOT tags: sfw, fluff, secret relationship, banter, chaotic crew, red hair pirates shenanigans, humor a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and oc word count: 1.7k
masterlist | ko-fi
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The Red Force rocked lazily on the evening tide, the low hum of laughter and clinking mugs filling the warm air. As always, dinner aboard the Red-Haired Pirates was less a meal and more a festival of chaos. Plates clattered, arguments erupted over who cheated at cards, and somewhere in the back, Lucky Roux and Bonk Punch were having a loud, messy food-eating contest that Makino would absolutely kill them for if she were around.
Amidst the noise, you and Shanks sat far apart — as usual. It had always been that way: yelling across the deck, trading jabs and insults like candy. To the crew, you were the ship’s resident cats-and-dogs duo: always ready to bite each other’s heads off, throwing punches (mostly playful, mostly), and causing drama like your lives depended on it.
Which made it the perfect cover.
Because behind closed doors — in stolen moments under the stars, behind barrels, in empty storerooms — you and Shanks weren’t fighting at all. In fact, if Lime Juice hadn't turned the wrong corner half an hour ago and seen his beloved captain pressed against you, hand tangled in your hair while your legs wrapped tight around his hips, he would still be as blissfully oblivious as the rest of them.
Instead, now he sat at dinner looking like a man who had seen the very fabric of reality torn apart.
You caught his eye across the table. He twitched violently and immediately looked away, face burning. Shanks, the bastard, just kept eating, hiding his smug smile behind a mug of sake.
It was going to be a long night.
Earlier That Evening
It wasn’t supposed to happen. You both knew better. But Shanks had looked at you a certain way, had that lazy, half-lidded, I'm about to ruin your life grin — and well, one thing led to another.
You were tucked away in the shadowy corridor near the storage rooms, your back to the wall, Shanks’ mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. Your hands fisted the fabric of his shirt, tugging him impossibly closer. His hand splayed along your hip, anchoring you there like he never planned to let go.
"You know," you gasped between kisses, "someone’s gonna catch us one of these days—"
"Let 'em," Shanks muttered into your skin. "I'll kiss you right in front of them."
The taste of him — rum, sea salt, and something recklessly him — made your head spin.
"we're really pushing our luck here." he murmured against your mouth, hands skating under your shirt to press warm palms against your lower back
You kissed him harder in answer, swallowing the grin tugging at his lips. "You’re the one who dragged me back here, Captain."
He hummed, low and pleased, nosing along your jawline before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat. His beard scratched deliciously, making you shiver and clutch at his shirt.
"Couldn’t help it," he muttered, voice rough. "You looked too good tonight. Wanted to —" Another kiss, wetter, deeper. "— ruin you a little."
Your laugh dissolved into a gasp when he tugged you flush against him, hands greedy, mouth finding that spot just below your ear that made you tremble.
You twisted your fingers into the front of his open shirt, tugging him even closer, losing yourself in the heat, the hunger, the low rumble of approval he made when you bit his lip—
—and that's exactly when Lime Juice rounded the corner.
You barely had time to flip him off before you heard a yelp — a very familiar yelp — and the clatter of dropped crates.
You and Shanks snapped your heads around in unison.
Lime Juice stood there, frozen like a deer in headlights, mouth opening and closing uselessly like a goldfish. One of the barrels he was carrying had rolled away, leaking pickles everywhere.
"...Oh" he said faintly. "Oh no."
"Yo, Lime," Shanks greeted casually, still holding you scandalously close.
You elbowed Shanks hard in the ribs, making him grunt and finally step back. Lime Juice immediately spun on his heel and sprinted away, arms flailing.
You both stared after him.
"...Think he’ll keep his mouth shut?" you asked.
Shanks grinned, cocky and unbothered. "Depends. Might have to bribe him."
You rolled your eyes. "You're insufferable."
"You love me," he sing-songed.
You did. God help you, you really did.
Dinner — Lime Juice: Menace Unleashed
Dinner was supposed to be your safe zone. Laughs, food, and maybe some semi-violent card games.
Instead, you felt like you were on trial.
Lime Juice sat across from you, sipping soup very pointedly. Too pointedly. He kept darting glances at you and Shanks, grinning into his cup like he knew something the rest didn’t.
You felt sweat trickling down your back.
Shanks was no better. His fake casual air was cracking at the seams — his laughter a little too loud, his drinking a little too fast.
"Oi, [Name]," Lime Juice drawled suddenly.
You stiffened.
"If someone was, say, very... energetic... tonight, would it be because they had a good workout?"
"...Workout?" Yasopp repeated, confused.
You nearly knocked your plate off the table.
"You good?" Yasopp asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'M FINE," you wheezed.
The crew blinked.
"Yeah," Lime said smoothly. "Like, I dunno. Someone looked... very physically satisfied coming to dinner."
You choked on your drink so violently that Benn Beckman actually looked concerned.
"Oi," Lucky Roux said, frowning, "what are you going on about, Lime?"
"Nothing~," Lime Juice sang innocently. "Just making observations."
Benn Beckman narrowed his eyes. "You’re being weird."
Shanks shot Lime Juice a murderous look. Lime Juice only smiled wider, sweet as poison.
"And you, Captain," Lime said innocently. "You seem... loosened up. Someone helping you relieve that tension?"
You squeezed your eyes shut. He's going to kill us. He's actually going to kill us.
Meanwhile, the others were getting suspicious.
"Something’s weird," Bonk Punch muttered.
"Maybe they're possessed," Hongo said wisely.
Beckman was watching you two now, sharp-eyed. "You’re twitchier than Shanks at a wine-tasting."
"I am NOT twitchy," Shanks snapped way too fast.
You kicked him under the table. He kicked you back.
Even Monster the monkey was looking at you weirdly.
But Lime Juice wasn’t done.
A few minutes later, while you were mid-bite, Lime leaned back and loudly said:
"Captain~ Been... getting lucky lately?"
The clang of Shanks dropping his fork was deafening.
You wanted to sink through the floor.
The table stared at him. Shanks cleared his throat, cheeks darkening.
"Just... lucky at cards," he said weakly.
"Riiiight~" Lime said with an evil wink.
Hongo scratched his head. "Is he drunk already?"
"I don't get it," Bonk Punch muttered. "What's Lime talking about?"
"Maybe he's implying Shanks got laid," Yasopp joked, laughing.
Everyone chuckled.
Except you and Shanks — who went rigid.
Lime Juice just smiled, swinging his legs casually like a cat about to knock over a full glass.
When dessert arrived, Lime Juice decided to finish you off.
"Say, Y/N," he said loudly, as you reached for a slice of pie. "Didn't realize you had a thing for redheads."
You froze, hand hovering mid-air.
The whole table turned toward you like vultures.
"...What?" you croaked.
"Redheads," Lime Juice said innocently. "They're so... passionate, right? Bit clumsy. Lots of scars. Missing limbs, sometimes."
He was describing Shanks down to the last goddamn freckle.
"So, Cap. Hypothetically," he said, voice dripping fake innocence, "if you were secretly dating someone hot and chaotic, who throws knives at you for fun... would you keep it hidden? Or would you, say, be caught making out behind the supply crates?"
Bonk Punch's fork clattered to his plate.
Yasopp’s eyes widened.
Lucky Roux gasped.
"Wait," Benn said slowly, staring at you both. "Wait a damn minute."
"LIME!" you hissed under your breath.
"WAIT," Yasopp said. "ARE YOU SAYING—"
Absolute silence.
Even Monster the monkey dropped his banana.
Shanks groaned into his hands.
You dropped your forehead to the table with a loud thunk.
Then —
Shanks groaned and buried his face in his hands. "Fine. You win. Whatever."
Lime Juice’s grin split his face.
"Wait," Lucky Roux said, slowly connecting the dots. "Are you two actually—"
"YES," Shanks barked.
"FOR SIX MONTHS," you added miserably.
Dead silence.
Then all hell broke loose.
"WHAT THE HELL—"
"HOW?!"
"WHEN?!"
"WHY DIDN'T WE SEE IT?!"
"I THOUGHT THEY HATED EACH OTHER!" Yasopp screamed.
"BECAUSE THEY ACT LIKE THEY WANT TO KILL EACH OTHER!" Bonk Punch yelled.
"That’s called foreplay, Bonk," Lime Juice said helpfully.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Bonk Punch yelled..
Beckman just sighed like a man sixty years too old for this shit and took a long drag of his cigarette. "I'm gonna need another drink. Maybe ten."
The Aftermath
"You threw a chair at him last week!" Hongo yelled at you.
"It was flirting!" you shouted back.
"YOU BROKE A WINDOW!"
"IT WAS A SEXY WINDOW BREAK!"
Shanks just slung an arm lazily over your shoulder, laughing so hard he was hiccupping.
"So what," Shanks slurred, grinning. "You guys are just mad you didn't notice how hot we are together?"
"I'M MAD I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT!" Yasopp howled.
Monster made gagging noises.
Lime Juice beamed with the pride of a man who had lit the match and dropped it into a fireworks factory.
You thought, maybe after the initial explosion, they’d move on.
You were wrong.
They would not shut up.
"So, Shanks," Yasopp smirked. "Who's on top?"
You hurled a bread roll at his head. He caught it and winked.
"Oh my god, did you guys bang in the crow’s nest?" Bonk Punch gasped.
"Don't answer that," Beckman muttered.
"You’re gonna answer that later, right?" Lucky Roux asked you, waggling his eyebrows.
"I’M LEAVING," you shouted, standing up so fast your chair toppled over.
Shanks caught your wrist, laughing. "Aw, come on, Y/N. You can't leave me alone to suffer."
"You’re the reason we’re suffering!"
"I call it mutual destruction, baby."
You kicked him lightly under the table. He kicked you back. Several of the crew made knowing noises.
Later — Peace (Sort of)
You slumped against the rail later that night, exhausted and mildly traumatized.
Shanks sidled up beside you, bumping his hip into yours.
"You still mad?"
"I’m plotting your death," you muttered.
He slung an arm around you, pulling you in.
"You love me."
"Unfortunately."
Across the deck, Lime Juice cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted: "USE A CONDOM NEXT TIME!"
You flipped him off so hard you nearly dislocated your wrist.
Shanks just roared with laughter, burying his face in your shoulder.
Maybe getting caught wasn't the worst thing after all. Not when you had this.
© ᵈᵒˡˡʸʷᵒⁿˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᶦᵛᶦᵈᵉʳˢ <³
King’s Helmet Mystery
What the hell is under King’s helmet? You're determined to find out. King’s patience? Running thin. Your schemes? Ridiculous. His reactions? Surprisingly flustered.
King X gn! reader | ONE SHOT
tags: fluff, sfw, ooc king, slight v!olence
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe
word count: 1k
masterlist | ko-fi
: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
The day you joined the Beasts Pirates, you swore you’d never fall for anyone on the crew. They were all either terrifying, annoying, or both.
Then you saw King.
And more importantly—you saw his helmet.
It wasn’t love at first sight. No, it was curiosity. Burning, rabid, downright obsessive curiosity.
“Why do you always wear that helmet?” you had asked on day three of being around him.
King didn’t even look at you. “None of your business.”
So obviously, that meant game on.
Phase One: Casual Questions (Totally Not Interrogation)
You began with subtlety.
“Hey, King, don’t you get hot in that thing?” you asked, leaning on a crate next to him.
“I don’t feel it,” he replied flatly.
“Must be sweaty in there though.”
“No.”
“What if you get an itch?”
“I don’t.”
“…What if a bird poops on it?”
He turned his head slightly. “Why would a bird—?”
“Just saying. You’d never know. Could be walking around with mystery poop on your face all day.”
King walked away.
You followed.
Phase Two: Bribery
You slid a pristine box of limited-edition dango on the table.
“I’ll give you all of these if you just lift it. Half an inch. One second.”
“No.”
“I won’t even look!”
“You’ll look.”
“…You’re right, I would.”
King didn’t budge.
So you tried again with spicy sake, rare fruits, a handmade lava-resistant scarf, and even a knitted plush version of him that you personally stitched.
He didn’t even glance at them.
Though you did catch him later discreetly carrying the plush to his room.
Phase Three: Stealth Mission (Failed)
In the dead of night, you tiptoed through the dim corridors of Onigashima’s fortress. You had intel. King always removed his armor to sleep. You just needed a peek.
You pressed your ear against the sliding door of his room. Silent.
Then you slowly slid the door open and—
“Nice try,” King’s voice cut through the dark. You screamed.
He was still wearing the damn helmet in bed.
“I—okay, first off, do you SLEEP with that on?!”
“Yes.”
“…Do you shower with it?”
“Yes.”
You blinked. “Wait, seriously?”
King smirked under the helmet.
Or at least you imagined he did.
He always had that smug aura like he was eternally amused by your suffering.
You sulked for a week.
Phase Four: Drastic Measures
You made a PowerPoint presentation.
No, really.
You dragged King into the briefing room and stood in front of a projected slide that read “TOP 10 REASONS TO SHOW ME YOUR FACE (PLEASE).”
“I made charts,” you announced.
King just stood there, arms crossed, flames dancing on his back.
“Reason One: Friendship. Friends share secrets. Boom.”
“Not friends.”
“Okay, Reason Two: I’ve literally never told anyone your height, weight, wingspan, or bedtime even though I definitely know all of those things and could sell that info to fangirls.”
King tilted his head. “Do you have fangirls?”
You blinked. “We’re not talking about me.”
By Reason Six (“For Science!”) and Reason Nine (“Because I said pretty please”), King stood and left the room.
You considered it a soft win.
Phase Five: The Disguise Plan
You put on a replica of his armor.
“Guess what?” you said, stomping around dramatically. “I’m you now.”
King didn’t even look up from polishing his sword.
You strutted in front of him, wings flapping. “Look at me, I’m so cool. I’m scary. Ooooh, no one knows my face. I’ve got MYSTERIES.”
“You look ridiculous.”
“Thank you.”
He sighed. “You have work to do.”
“Oh? So does King! He needs to show me his face before I LOSE my mind.”
Still nothing.
But Sasaki did walk by and immediately drop his drink at the sight of you.
“Why are there two of them now?!”
King groaned.
You cackled.
Phase Six: Reverse Psychology (and Screaming)
“Y’know what?” you said over dinner one night, loud enough for the whole table to hear. “I don’t even care what King looks like. Probably has a dumb face.”
The whole table froze.
King looked up, one brow probably raised under the helmet.
“Maybe he’s got, like, two noses,” you continued, chomping down on a rice ball. “Or maybe it’s just all teeth. Like a shark. Disgusting.”
“Why are you so obsessed with him then?” Jack muttered.
“I’M NOT.”
You totally were.
“Maybe you’re just in love with him,” Queen teased.
You choked on your drink.
King stood up without a word and left the room.
You internally screamed.
Phase Seven: The Fluffy Flop
After months of trying, you finally gave up. You sat on a cliffside just beyond the fortress, legs dangling, wind whipping through your hair.
“I give up,” you sighed to no one. “Maybe he does have teeth for a face.”
“Doubt it.”
You yelped.
King landed next to you, wings folding.
You scooted a little.
“…Sorry if I annoyed you.”
“You do.”
You sighed.
But he stayed.
You sat in silence, watching the moonlight reflect off the water.
“…It’s not about hiding,” King said suddenly. “It’s about surviving.”
You turned your head, surprised.
“I don’t care what people think. But I care about what they do. Especially if they knew what I am.”
You stared at him.
And then, for once, you said nothing snarky. Just nodded. “Okay.”
The Day the Helmet Came Off
It was during a battle.
You got hit—hard—and thrown across the battlefield, crashing into debris.
Everything spun.
Then—flames.
You blinked up to see King standing over you, face uncovered, the pieces of his helmet cracked and steaming beside him.
“…Whoa,” you whispered.
He was beautiful.
Strong jaw, red markings, piercing golden eyes. Sharp, fierce. Yet soft. Not what you imagined.
“Are you okay?” he asked, kneeling beside you.
You blinked. “You—your face—”
“Don’t say anything.”
You nodded dumbly.
He helped you up, hand lingering on your waist longer than necessary.
You whispered, “Definitely not all teeth.”
King groaned.
.
.
.
He wore the helmet again the next day.
You didn’t push.
But when no one else was around, he lifted it just enough to let you see his eyes.
You grinned. “I knew you liked me.”
King rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”
You leaned in and kissed his cheek.
He didn't move away.
Mission accomplished.
And you didn’t even need PowerPoint this time.
Hello, good morning, I hope I'm not bothering you. But I can make a request for Whitebeard and Fem Reader, which is a story of forbidden love where he is a pirate we know and she is an admiral. Respected that they nicknamed her mother to those who go with them, they had a secret relationship a few years ago before Roger's death that he also knew but unfortunately A reader like her had a devil fruit that was mysterious and valuable that deals with control From the dreams, some powers similar to those of MLP's Moon or Maleficent. But she had to sacrifice herself to save her men whom she considers sons. Against a pirate who was a Yonko who was protected by the navy And that devastated Whitebeard and those who knew her, but after a few years Whitebeard met a boy who was his son and reader Only he was raised with Garp who is practically the adopted brother of Ace Luffy and Sabo
Oh, I dreamed it and I swear I woke up crying. But I said it would be interesting to read. Take your time thank you ❤️
sounds cool anw tried my best>< tis not much but, hope u like it!
When the Sea Dreams of You
A powerful admiral, once known as "Mother" to her men, sacrifices herself to save them—leaving behind a secret love and child with Whitebeard. Years later, fate delivers the boy back into his father's world.
whitebeard x fem! reader | ONE SHOT
tags: slight angst, sfw, ooc, major character death, grief, oc
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe and akward
word count: 1.1k
masterlist | ko-fi
: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
The sea remembered her name even if the world had tried to forget it.
She had once stood atop warships with the wind billowing her cape, marines at her side, and fear in the hearts of pirates. An admiral—respected, strategic, and maternal in a way that felt divine—earning her the nickname “Mother” from those who served under her.
But Edward Newgate had once called her something else. Something softer. Something forbidden.
“Y/N.”
Their love had bloomed like moonlight on water—beautiful, distant, unreachable to anyone else. Back when the world was simpler. Before Roger died. Before Yonko politics became tangled with Navy ambition. Before dreams became dangerous things.
She had eaten a devil fruit so rare that even the elders of Mariejois feared it: the Yume Yume no Mi, Dream Dream Fruit. It granted her the power to shape dreams, trap enemies in illusions, or soothe nightmares into serenity. Some whispered she could walk between minds in their sleep, learn secrets, or even leave part of herself behind in another’s subconscious.
The World Government had seen her as both an asset and a threat. So they used her… and then allowed her to die.
At least, that’s what the world believed.
.
.
It began in silence—after battles, beneath stars, stolen moments between two great forces who knew what their love would cost.
"You know," she whispered against his chest, fingers tangled in his wild blond hair, "this can never be more than a dream."
Whitebeard chuckled, arms like mountains holding her close. "Then let’s never wake up."
They had found each other between skirmishes, on islands not marked on maps, during ceasefires no one else knew about. She would arrive wearing her navy coat, only to drop it at his feet like a surrender flag. He’d tease her, call her dangerous in more ways than one, and then hold her like the war would never reach them.
Only a few knew—Roger had been one of them. He had laughed when he found out, slapping Whitebeard on the back.
"You're crazier than I thought, Newgate! Falling for the Navy's ‘Mother’? You really wanna die, huh?"
But Roger understood. In his own way. And then he died.
And everything changed.
.
.
The pirate was brutal. A Yonko, protected by politics, feared by soldiers. He had come for her fleet—not her—and underestimated what a mother does for her children.
Her men had screamed for retreat. She stayed.
The battlefield twisted around her as she activated the forbidden side of her fruit. A nightmare realm bloomed into existence—a dreamscape that would swallow both her and the Yonko into an endless illusion, locking them in a dimension between sleep and wakefulness.
It was her final act. Her fleet escaped. Her body was never recovered. The navy quietly declared her dead, sealing all files. Honoring her in silence.
But Whitebeard knew the truth. He felt it—like a tear in his soul.
And he never forgave them.
Years Later
He appeared on Sphinx Island on a slow afternoon, knocking over crates trying to carry supplies. Hair as wild as the sea, grin just familiar enough to sting.
Marco had noticed first. “Oyaji, you might wanna come see this-yoi…”
The boy stood with a seagull feather in his messy hair and a Marine jacket tied around his waist like a belt. His laugh—loud and reckless—could’ve belonged to Ace. But there was something calmer beneath it. More… deliberate.
“What’s your name, brat?” Whitebeard asked, looming above him like a mountain.
The boy looked up. His eyes were her eyes.
“Hoshi.”
Silence fell.
“My full name’s Hoshi. Don’t really use my last name. Garp-jiji says it stirs trouble.”
Marco blinked. “Garp? As in—Vice Admiral Garp?”
“Yeah. He's kinda like my grandpa. I grew up with his other grandkids. We were like brothers.” He scratched his head. “But I don’t look like them much. People always said I looked more like… her.”
Whitebeard’s breath caught.
The boy looked up. “My mom was an admiral. ‘Mother,’ they called her. I know she’s gone. But Garp-jiji said she loved me. Said I was a dream she left behind.”
Whitebeard’s knees nearly buckled.
He whispered, “And your father?”
“Dunno. Garp-jiji wouldn’t say. But sometimes… I dream of a voice. Loud, laughing. Warm. It’s dumb.”
Whitebeard was trembling now. Marco placed a hand on his shoulder, steadying him.
“It ain’t dumb, brat,” the old pirate said hoarsely. “You ever hear the name Whitebeard?”
Hoshi tilted his head. “Course I have. Big ol’ sea legend.”
Whitebeard knelt down so their eyes met.
“I’m Edward Newgate. Your father.”
The revelation shook the crew to its core. Most knew of her in whispers and unspoken glances. Thatch remembered her as the admiral who once spared his life. Vista swore he saw Whitebeard smile softer the weeks after her visits.
Hoshi adjusted fast. He sparred with Marco, pestered Jozu for strength training, and charmed even Izo with his mischief. But some nights, he asked Whitebeard to tell him stories about her.
And Whitebeard did.
“Your mother used to make even the sea stand still,” he’d murmur, staring out at the tide. “She held nations in her hand, but always chose to cradle her boys instead.”
“Did you love her?”
“With every bone in this old body.”
.
.
One night, Hoshi woke screaming. The crew rushed in—swords drawn, ready to fight.
“She was there!” he shouted. “I saw her! She said my name. She held me!”
Marco looked pale. “A dream?”
Whitebeard stepped in. “No… more than that.”
The Dream Dream Fruit never truly dies. Some powers linger. Some souls too stubborn to fade.
That night, as Whitebeard slept, he dreamed of a silver shore, and there she stood—older, transparent, wrapped in moonlight.
“Edward,” she said, and his heart cracked open.
“I never stopped,” he choked. “You should have told me about the boy.”
“I was protecting him. The world wasn’t ready. You weren’t safe. I thought… if he had even a chance at peace, he deserved it.”
Whitebeard reached for her. His hand passed through light.
“Is this real?”
She smiled. “As real as dreams can be.”
“Can I bring you back?”
“No. My body is gone. My soul… remains here. The price of my power.” She cupped his cheek with fingers made of stars. “But I’ll watch over him. And you.”
He wanted to scream, but all he could do was weep.
“Tell him,” she whispered, fading, “that I loved him more than life itself.”
.
.
Hoshi grew into his power, showing hints of the Dream Dream Fruit awakening within him. He spoke of visions, soft voices in sleep, sometimes warnings.
He stayed with Whitebeard’s crew, not as a soldier, but as a bridge—between past and future.
And sometimes, when the moon was high and dreams felt close enough to touch, he would feel her again.
A lullaby in the tide.
A hand on his shoulder.
The sea remembering her name.
Hello, great and wonderful writer. Could you please write something romantic? Y/n is in the Navy. A high-ranking officer handling confidential information. A few years ago, she was recruited, or rather, kidnapped, by Shirohige's pirates. The reason was the younger sister of one of his crew members. Ace Fire Fist, his older brother. I looked at her from across the stone bars of the sea. Ace's head, part of his face, and ribs were bandaged. "You should at least listen to me. Was such violence against your brother necessary?" Go away, you whispered. Shirohige isn't my father. I hate you for bringing me here. Ace and Maco. Tell that scoundrel Phoenix he's a coward. Traitor. Y/n. I'm the daughter of the pirate king and part of the navy. I'll be promoted to Mary Geoise. Do you think they won't come for me because they have me in the Whitebeard? Let me go, Ace. Slightly blushing, ignoring Marco, who was arriving with Ace. Attacking me, attacking my subordinates by betrayal is unforgivable. This time, she glared furiously at Marco.
Please
hii! this is cool! tho i still have a bit of confusion, and i hope i delivered ur rqst well, I hope u like this~
Fractured Allegiance
Captured by the Whitebeard Pirates, Vice Admiral Y/N — daughter of the Pirate King — struggles between her loyalty to the Marines and the unexpected pull of those she once called traitors… especially the ever-patient Marco.
Marco the phoenix x reader
tags: slight angst, sfw, ooc, bl00d/v!olence
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe
word count: 997
masterlist | ko-fi
: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
The stone bars between you and your brother were thick, carved from Seastone, humming with a subtle oppressive energy. You could feel it biting into your skin even from this distance, dulling your strength, your spirit, everything that made you you.
Ace was slumped on the other side, ribs and face wrapped in clean white bandages, his fire extinguished for now. You stared at him across the gloom of the ship's brig, arms crossed, uniform jacket rumpled but still bearing the Vice Admiral insignia with stubborn pride.
"You should at least listen to me," Ace muttered, voice cracking. "Was such violence against your brother necessary?"
You laughed — a hollow, bitter sound. "Go away," you said, coldly. Your voice didn't tremble. It hadn't in years.
You shifted your glare past him, past the flickering torchlight, to the familiar figure approaching from the stairs — golden hair, blue eyes sharp but cautious. Marco. Phoenix. The so-called First Division Commander.
You hated the way your chest clenched at the sight of him. You hated them all.
"Tell that scoundrel," you hissed, your eyes locking onto Ace again, "tell that phoenix he's a coward. A traitor. Just like you."
Ace winced, but he didn't rise to defend himself. Not today. Marco's steps slowed, his expression unreadable.
"Y/N," Marco said, voice low, too soft for your taste. "You can hate us all you want. But you're not going back-yoi"
You bristled. "Shirohige isn't my father! My blood runs from the Pirate King," you snapped. "And I'm a Vice Admiral. Marine. I earned my place. I will be promoted to Mary Geoise—" Your voice cracked, but you pushed forward, unwavering. "Do you really think the Navy won't come for me?"
Silence.
Marco's face twitched — just for a second — something like regret flashing behind his calm mask. Ace looked away entirely, staring at the floor, guilt heavy on his shoulders.
They didn’t answer. They didn't have to.
Your heart sank, cold and sharp like a knife between your ribs. They wouldn't come for you. Not when you were Roger’s daughter. Not when you were tainted.
Your fists clenched at your sides. "Let me go," you whispered, the words slicing the air like a blade. "Let me go, Ace. Marco. I'll pretend none of this happened. I'll—"
"You’ll do what?" Marco’s voice, quiet but cutting. You flinched.
"You'll report us?" Marco continued, stepping closer to the bars. His gaze never left yours. "Lead a Buster Call? Burn us alive? Like what happened to O'Hara?"
You bared your teeth. "Don't you dare compare me to the cowards who ordered that slaughter. I have honor. I—"
"You have pride," Marco corrected gently. "Same as Pops. Same as Ace."
You shook your head violently. "I don't need your lectures." The air was stifling. The walls seemed to press in. You hated them. You hated them so much it burned. And yet—
Your chest ached. You didn't know if it was from the Seastone... or the way Marco was looking at you. Not with pity. Not with anger. With something worse. Something almost tender.
You turned away sharply, feeling your cheeks heat against your will. You cursed yourself a thousand times over.
Hours passed. Maybe days. Time meant nothing inside the brig.
Ace brought you food. You didn't touch it. Marco checked your wounds. You slapped his hand away.
Every interaction was a battlefield — silent, brutal, exhausting. You refused to let your guard down. You refused to let them see you as anything but a Vice Admiral. A soldier. A daughter worthy of her father’s legacy.
But at night, when the others slept above deck and the ship swayed gently under the stars, you caught glimpses of Marco sitting across from your cell. Silent. Watching.
You thought at first he was standing guard. But it wasn’t that. It was worse.
Marco didn’t look at you like an enemy. He looked at you like someone he already mourned.
One night, when the bruises on your ribs throbbed too much to hide, you collapsed onto the cold stone floor, breathless.
Before you could bark at anyone, warm hands — frustratingly gentle — slid under your arms, lifting you with ease. You struggled, snarling curses, but Marco didn’t flinch.
"You stubborn little thing," he muttered, voice almost fond. "You're hurt. Stop pretending you're made of stone-yoi"
You froze. He could have mocked you. Could have gloated. Instead, he held you like you were fragile, precious.
You hated it. You hated that you didn't pull away immediately.
When he settled you back against the wall, slipping a folded coat behind your head for comfort, your heart hammered wildly against your ribs.
"You're a fool," you whispered hoarsely. Your throat burned, but the words came anyway. "A fool for thinking this ends well."
Marco smiled faintly — a soft, heartbreaking thing.
"Maybe," he agreed. "But you're not alone anymore, Y/N. Whether you like it or not."
You squeezed your eyes shut. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want the way your body remembered the warmth of his hands, the steadiness of his presence, the way your brother looked at you with aching hope instead of disappointment.
You didn’t want to belong anywhere but the Navy.
And yet… something inside you — broken and bleeding — whispered that maybe, maybe you were so tired of fighting.
The next morning, you sat cross-legged on the cell floor, staring at the iron key Marco had left just within reach.
No one else was around. Ace was above deck. Marco was gone, trusting you with a choice.
Freedom. Or trust.
You could leave. Slip into the waves, find a Marine ship, turn them all in. You could be the perfect Vice Admiral.
Or—
You looked at the open horizon through the porthole. The sea sparkled in the sunlight. Wild. Untamed.
Free.
Your fingers brushed the key. Your hand trembled.
And for the first time in years, you didn’t know which side you were fighting for.
Giant Duck Incident
When Luffy mistakes a giant duck for dinner and ends up getting a kiss instead
LUFFY X GN!READER ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT
tags: fluff, sfw
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs a bit cringe
masterlist | ko-fi
words count: 1.1k
: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
The sun was high, the sea was calm, and there were absolutely no signs of trouble.
Which, on the Thousand Sunny, meant one thing:
Trouble was coming.
“LUFFY, NO—!!”
Too late. You watched in horror as Monkey D. Luffy, your idiot-slash-sweetheart captain, launched himself full-speed off the ship.
“THAT’S A HUGE DRUMSTICK!!”
He landed with a wet splat on what you now saw was not, in fact, a drumstick, but a massive, living, very not amused yellow blob.
A duck.
A giant duck. Towering, glistening, waddling angrily in the shallows.
It honked—a sound that felt more like a roar—and thrashed its wings wildly, trying to throw the rubbery parasite off its back.
Luffy clung to its neck like a child to a carnival ride, cackling madly. “SHISHISHSHI IT’S THE SIZE OF A WHOLE BANQUET!!”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “This man has the survival instincts of a particularly reckless bread roll.”
You glanced at the rest of the crew.
Zoro was asleep.
Sanji was busy sculpting carrot roses for Robin.
Robin was reading, obviously not surprised.
Nami looked up from her map just long enough to yell, “Not it!”
Usopp and Chopper screamed something about curses and jumped into a barrel together.
Which left you.
Of course it did.
—
The duck, still honking its fury to the high heavens, stomped in circles while Luffy attempted to bite its side. You sprinted down the ramp and into the shallow surf.
“LUFFY, GET OFF THE DUCK!”
“I’M TRYING TO TASTE IT!”
“IT’S A SENTIENT CREATURE!”
“BUT IT LOOKS SO CRISPY—”
The duck, insulted on a deeply personal level, launched itself upward in one majestic leap and sent Luffy flying through the air like a flailing meat meteor. He landed beside you, face in the sand, limbs splayed in defeat.
“…Ow,” he mumbled.
You sighed and knelt beside him. “You good?”
He gave you a thumbs-up, still face-down. “YUP! SHISHISHI”
You helped brush sand off his hat as he sat up.
“Luffy,” you said, trying to be calm, “you can’t eat random animals just because they’re big and vaguely drumstick-shaped.”
“But look at it!” he whined, pointing. “It’s got those golden thighs! The rotisserie energy! The juicy potential!”
“It has a name, probably. A family. A job.”
He squinted. “Maybe it’s an orphan with a deep desire to fulfill its destiny as dinner.”
You blinked then laugh at this. “… pftt! did you just create a duck backstory to justify your cravings?”
“Yes!” he said proudly. “That’s called empathy I think! SHISHISHI”
You stared at him, completely deadpan. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He blinked. Then beamed. “You think I’m cute?”
“…That was supposed to stay in my head.”
“TOO LATE!” he yelled, springing to his feet and throwing his arms in the air like a victorious meat wrestler. “Y/N THINKS I’M CUUUUTE!!”
“Luffy!”
“I’M CUTE! I’M CUTE! EVEN CUTER THAN THE DUCK!”
The duck, now perched like a war god on a rock, glared at him with pure malice.
You sighed. “We’re gonna be hunted by poultry assassins. I can feel it.”
—
Back on the Sunny, after Luffy was physically restrained from offering the duck “one little nibble,” peace was finally restored. The sun dipped low, painting the sky in soft golds and purples.
You sat on the deck’s edge, feet dangling over the sea. Luffy flopped beside you, hat tilted back, grin wide.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said suddenly.
You braced yourself. “If you ask me to cook duck—”
“No, no,” he chuckled. “I was gonna say... I like when you laugh.”
You turned to him, surprised.
He was watching you. Not in the usual Luffy way — not like when he spotted meat across the room, or stared down an enemy. This was the kind of look that made your chest feel warm and your brain do a little somersault.
“Earlier,” he said, “you laughed when I said something about empathy”
“Thats not... I was mocking you!,” you replied. “I thought I was about to watch you get pecked into a new time zone.”
“But you still laughed,” he said, all sunny and smug. “You always do.”
“That’s because you’re ridiculous.”
“You like it,” he teased, nudging your shoulder.
You bit back a smile. “I tolerate it. Barely.”
He tilted his head, expression soft. “Zoro said it’s obvious.”
“…You talked to Zoro about me?”
“I asked if I could kiss you,” Luffy said bluntly. “He said ask you, not him.”
Your brain fizzled. “Wait. What—”
“So,” Luffy continued, turning fully to face you with that open, earnest joy you’d come to adore, “can I?”
“Can you what?”
“Kiss you,” he said like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Your breath caught. This was the same boy who just tried to eat a duck like it was a buffet item. Who once got stuck inside a vending machine trying to retrieve a stuck candy bar. Who sometimes forgot his shoes and didn’t notice for an hour.
And yet.
Your heart fluttered like it hadn’t gotten the memo about logic.
“…Yes,” you said, quiet.
His face lit up like a festival. “Yeah?!”
You nodded.
He scooted close—awkwardly but gently—and cupped your cheek, his hand warm and calloused. The kiss was clumsy, sweet, quick. His nose bumped yours, and when he pulled away, he had that stupidly big grin that made your stomach flip.
“WHOA,” he whispered.
“Yeah,” you whispered back.
He leaned back on his hands, practically glowing. “Gonna tell Zoro it worked!”
“LUFFY—NO—!”
Too late.
“ZORO!! I KISSED Y/N!! AND THEY SAID YES!! YOU WERE RIGHT!!”
You groaned and dropped your head into your hands as Zoro’s muffled “I don’t care!” echoed from the crow’s nest.
Sanji’s head whipped up from the kitchen door, his cigarette dangling dangerously.
“WHAT?!”
Luffy turned mid-skip. “I kissed Y/N!”
Sanji's eye twitched. “I leave you alone for ONE romantic sunset and you SNEAK AHEAD?!”
You, now partially hiding behind the mast, groaned. “Oh no.”
“Luffy, you absolute—! That was supposed to be MY kiss! I was going to bring you a fruit parfait! HOW DARE YOU KISS MY Y/N~CHWANNNNN!”
Luffy skipped back to you, unbothered and beaming. “Wanna kiss again?”
You peeked through your fingers. “If you promise not to announce it like a seagull with a megaphone.”
He nodded. “Fineee!. But I will write it in my logbook shishishi.”
“…You have a logbook?!”
“It’s mostly meat sketches and battle doodles. But now it has you.”
And your heart, traitor that it was, somersaulted again.
You sighed. “Fine. Just… no more trying to eat ducks.”
He tilted his head. “What if it asks nicely?”
You groaned, flopping back dramatically.
And somewhere in the distance, a vengeful honk echoed over the sea.
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