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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.
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