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Love her, love the concept, love her design, genuinely unnerving, how do you come up with the idea of making the most common fanfic trope/archetype into existential and meta horror holy molly she's a real creepypasta in my heart

I’m on the Y/N high now.

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Alguien en twitter quiere hacer un dibujo estilo Roger Rabbit con todos los personajes cómic/animados de Latinoamérica, el mapa es genial:

LINK

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You Give Me Fever

I'm baaaaaa~aaaack

Pairing: Sir Crocodile x Fem!reader

Summary: Coming back from a night out, the kids are asleep, the sitter is paid, and you're ready for bed, but your husband wants something else. And Sir Crocodile always gets what he wants.

CW: MDNI (18+), breeding kink (kinda), rough sex, Croc is demanding but you know you love it, blowjobs, mirror sex, fingering, penetrative sex, talk of pregnancy and impregnation

Tags: @fanaticsnail, @i-am-vita, @gingernut1314

Alternate ending can be found here.

You sit at the vanity mirror, carefully removing your earrings and necklace before moving on to the many, many pins that hold your hair in place. You let out a sigh as you clink one after another into the gold tray on the counter. The older you got, the more obnoxious you found galas and other social events to be. 

You hear your husband's heavy footsteps as he enters the bedroom.

"Tearing off your feathers already, little bird?" he teases, watching you in the mirror.

He's dressed in a tailored suit of his signature green, dark hair swept back from his handsome face. Small streaks of silver have appeared in the years you've been together, but you find it only makes him look more dashing.

You remove what finally feels like the last pin and shake out your hair.

"There's just so much," you say with a sigh. "And my things aren't designed for comfort, unlike yours."

He lays his hands on your shoulders, softly pushing down the straps of your matching gold and green dress.

"You know I always prefer you undressed," he says, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

You roll your eyes despite the smile on your lips.

"Are the girls asleep?" you ask, beginning to remove your makeup as he makes a trail of kisses down your throat.

"Safe and sound," he mumbles between kisses.

"And the sitter?"

He sighs and backs away, holding up his hands.

"In one piece and well-paid. I was the perfect, non-threatening gentleman," he replies, feigning innocence.

"Mm-hmm," you hum, unconvinced, brushing out your locks.

You swear your husband has chased away more babysitters than Marines at this point. No one was ever good enough to watch over his girls.

You're so lost in your thoughts that the sudden sweep of strong arms around your middle genuinely surprises you, and you let out a yelp. 

Crocodile nuzzles the nape of your neck, his good hand tightly gripping your waist as his hook travels down to the hem of your dress and slowly begins to pull it upward.

"Let's have another baby," he purrs in your ear, voice low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine.

He lays more kisses on your shoulders, occasionally nipping at the skin.

"Two isn't enough?" you say with a laugh. You've had this discussion before, several times, in fact. In a surprising turn of events, your husband, former warlord of the seas, famed pirate and mercenary, a cold-blooded killer, has the worst case of baby fever you've ever seen.

"There could never be enough of you in this world, little bird," he said, deftly unzipping your gown.

"What about you?" you ask. "They're half yours."

He shrugs, sliding the garment from your shoulders. You let him because there's no stopping him when he gets this way.

"The world could use a bit more of me," he says with a grin before placing a slow, firm bite on your neck.

You let out a low moan, reaching back to pull him closer, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"I don't know if the world can handle it," you tease.

"But you can," he replies. "You are *very* good at handling me, aren't you, little bird?"

He guides your hand to rest on the bulge in his slacks. You can't help the blush that creeps across your cheeks when you feel his thick heat against your palm.

"I suppose I could always use a little more practice," you reply, leaning your head against his chest to look up at him through fluttering lashes.

He lets out a sound between a growl and a laugh. Placing his cigar in the nearby ashtray, he plants a hand on either side of you, gazing at you through the mirror once more.

"I'm going to fuck you in front of this mirror," he informs you. "You need to see for yourself how good you look on my cock."

He reaches around your front to tease your nipples, drawing a whine from your throat.

"Would you like that, little bird?" he asks, giving one of your nipples a slow pull with his good hand.

"Mmhmmm, very much," you murmur, arching into his touch, your growing arousal turning your thoughts hazy.

You stand up, kicking your dress to the side as it slides to the floor.

Crocodile slides onto the bench and pats his lap with a wolfish grin. You give him a coy smile in return, twining your arms around his neck as you straddle one of his thighs. He pulls you in for a deep kiss, and you sigh as he slips his tongue past your lips. His hook ghosts up your spine, and you grind against his leg in response. He smirks against your lips and lifts his leg just slightly to give you more friction. You moan as you feel the thick cord of muscle push against your core.

He leaves a trail of kisses along your jaw.

"Panties off. Now," he growls in your ear.

Against all common sense, you decide you want to rile him up a bit further. 

Locking eyes with him, you pull back, defiantly continuing to roll your hips. Dampness seeps from between your legs, spotting onto the leg of his trousers.

"I never liked this pair anyway," you tease.

He quirks an eyebrow at you.

"Someone's getting cheeky."

With expert precision, he loops his hook through the legs of your panties and pulls hard. The fabric bunches, pressing firmly against your clit. With his hand, he gives one of your nipples a sharp twist. You gasp and writhe in his clutches, squirming with growing need.

"I know how much you like being put in your place, little bird," he growls.

A well-practiced swipe, and he rips the underwear from you.

"And how much I enjoy putting you there."

Crocodile crashes his lips against yours in a fierce kiss, fisting your hair tightly in his fingers. You lean into him, nails running down his back as you deepen the kiss. His hook gently catches around your thigh as his hand slides down your side and slaps your ass.

"Get on your knees for me, darling," he orders against your lips. 

You give him another quick kiss with a drag at his lip before complying.

Settling between his legs on the floor, you softly nuzzle the inside of his thigh, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes. 

At one point, his massive presence overwhelmed you, scared you even, but now, after so many years at his side, it just felt like home -- safe, protected and cherished.

"I'll never get tired of this view," he says, stroking his thumb over your cheek. You melt into his touch, savoring the moment of tenderness. With a nod, he gives you the signal to go ahead. 

Crocodile's cock is thick and heavy in your hands. A thick stream of precum leaks from his flushed tip. You lap it up, enjoying the salty taste on your tongue before taking what you can in your mouth. He lets out a long, contented sigh as you begin bobbing up and down on him. 

Usually, your husband was one for order and neatness, but when it came to blowjobs, the messier, the better. 

You don't hold back as you slurp at his cock, drool running down the sides of your mouth as you firmly pump the base of his shaft with your hands.

"Fuck..." he groans. "That's my girl, show me how much you love sucking me off."

You can't help but wiggle your hips at his words. His dirty talk and the hunger in his words always left you dripping.

You pull back, running your tongue over his weeping slit with a playful wink. He hisses and forces you back on his length, gagging you a bit as he hits the back of your throat. He firmly guides you up and down his length until tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and your jaw begins to complain at the prolonged stretch. You give a soft whimper, and he pulls you off, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. 

"I shouldn't be wasting it in your mouth anyway," he says, offering you a hand and gingerly pulling you to your feet. 

He lays siege to your neck and chest, his mouth hot against you as he bites, licks and sucks his way across your skin. 

"Croc," you moan as he sucks on your nipple, teasing it lightly with his teeth. 

He slips his hand between your legs, teasing along your slit with the lightest touch.

"Touch me, please," you whine. "I need to feel you." 

If you could drown in the sensation of his skin on yours, you gladly would. 

"But I am touching you," he teases.

You shake your head, attempting to get more friction from his fingers, but he keeps pulling away. You let out a frustrated cry.

"Tell me what you want, little bird," he says, his hook lazily tracing along the curves of your ass.

"For the love of god, please put your fingers inside me," you all but snap.

"Demanding," he tuts before plunging two fingers deep within you.

You choke out a gasp, knees threatening to give as he takes up a ruthless pace. The sloppy sounds between your legs echo through the room as he thrusts into you, curling his hand to hit your sweet spot, his thumb grinding mercilessly against your clit.

"Should I make you come once on my hand just to remind you who's in charge, little bird?" he asks with his characteristic sly grin, his hooked arm coiling around your waist to keep you supported. 

You can already feel your orgasm growing, and while it would feel nice, you know the feeling of his cock is so much sweeter.

You shake your head, biting back another groan as he changes up the rhythm of his fingers, massaging against your walls in steady circles.

"Please fuck me," you whine.

"You want me to put another baby in you, love?" he growls. 

His pupils are blown wide, gaze fixed intently on you. You know he's only moments from pouncing on you and taking what's his. It makes your blood run hot and your body shiver. Nothing matters outside of this moment as your vision narrows down to chasing your pleasure.

"Breed me, baby, please," you beg.

He snarls before pulling you in for another kiss—messy, chaotic and passionate—all the things he hides under that cool, calm exterior. Only you get to see this side of him. Only you can make him unravel in this way.

"Turn around," he spits, flipping you around to face the mirror.

You look a mess: hair askew, makeup smeared, eyes glassy and skin flushed. His large hands knead the flesh of your hips and belly, eyes raking over every inch of you.

"Gonna fill you up again. You were so beautiful when you were pregnant, such delicious curves."

He paws at you with a guttural sound, voice thick with desire and fraying control.

You can't help but look away with a blush. The truth is, pregnancy has changed you, inside and out. Since your daughters were born, you felt like you'd been stuffed into a stranger's body. Everything worked a little differently than it did before. It was one of the reasons you were hesitant to have another child. You just felt less desirable. Cool metal kisses against your skin as Crocodile turns your gaze back to the mirror.

"You are the most beautiful thing in this world," he whispers in your ear, eyes holding yours in the reflection. Reflexively, you try to look away again, but the side of his hook presses firmly against your cheek, holding you still.

"Say it," Crocodile growls, nuzzling your neck.

"I-I am...the most beautiful thing in this world," you squeak out.

He smiles against your skin.

"Did you think I'd settle for anything less?" 

The words pull a small smile to your lips.

"Of course not."

He whisks you into his lap with ease.

"Look how wet you are for me," he says, spreading your legs in front of the mirror. 

Your cheeks burn as you take in the sight before you. The insides of your thighs are soaked with arousal. Crocodile nudges your red and swollen lips apart with his fingers to reveal your dripping, wanting hole.

His thick cock is positioned just below you, slick with a mix of precum and saliva. You panic for a moment, trying to find the best way to hold on before settling with one hand on his forearm and the other wrapped behind his neck.

You can only watch as his fat length pushes into you, stretching you in the most delicious way. By all accounts, he shouldn't fit, but you watch in amazement as his considerable cock completely sheathes itself within you. You feel his tip bully your cervix, your walls fluttering around his intrusion in response. 

As soon as he's all the way in, he's fucking you, hips bucking up into your core, his strong arms holding you open for him, bouncing you along his length. 

Your gaze is fixated on the spot where your bodies join, watching his rapid thrusts fill you over and over again. 

"See how good you fit me," he says roughly, eyes boring into your stretching core. "You were made to take me, little bird."

He lifts you off his length; for a moment, you can see the gaping emptiness his cock leaves behind before he slams back into you. He does it again and again. You moan, crying out his name like a prayer, writhing in his iron grasp. 

"Touch yourself," he snarls.

You obediently place your fingers on your clit, moving in rapid circles. Your breath hitches at the increased sensation.

"Close, m'getting close," you pant, feeling your body begin to tense at the oncoming release. Crocodile increases his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK--" you scream, fingers rubbing messily at your clit as your orgasm overtakes you. Your head rolls back, breath snatched from your lungs. Something warm shoots between your fingers, and you realize you're squirting. 

"Fuck," your husband hisses before throwing you over the vanity. His hips slam into yours a handful more times before he spills deep inside you with a low growl. The sensation almost makes you come again.

Bottles and compacts are scattered across the counter as you lay there panting, still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm. Soft kisses start across your back as a thumb rubs circles into your hip bone.

"So good for me, darling," Crocodile grumbles, burying his face in your hair. 

"Is this why you wanted to leave the party early?" you huff with a laugh. 

His only response is a hum and kiss.

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I've read a few stories about murder ghouls and wanted to know if you could do murder ghouls with a cannibal sibling or is it too much to ask?

I’m actually an avid horror fan, so this is perfectly fine! :) As long as it meets my rule guidelines I’m always happy to have horror and darker clergy themes! It gives me a chance to go Opus in my writing!

Just always check out my trigger tags! I try to do very detailed ones in the tags and on the piece!

I wasn’t exactly sure what you meant by murder ghouls, so I think this is finally time to debut Miasma in my writing! (Aka the Clergy Syringe Ghoul from the chapters!)

Inspired by ‘Ritual’ in our Beloved First Psalm

GN Reader

Cannibal Reader

Unbeta’d and Proud

Trigger warnings: mentions of blood/gore, cannibalism, ritual sacrifice, demon/ghoul feeding, mentions of assassinations, murder, blood drinking

The Assassin and The Child Of Beelzebub

Gore under Cut!! Mature Readers Only!

While the clergy does not consider itself evil in the way the world might know it, it is self aware enough to know taboo practices are frowned upon. There are truly very few pleasures and curiosities that aren’t indulged within the walls of the ministry. Consent and the protection of children being the two pillars of morality. But much darker hungers are always indulged.

The Morningstar Bloodline, or the revered Emeritus, would be hypocritical if they didn’t embrace the shunned practices of the world of men. Even if it’s kept guarded, every Papa is of demon blood. Luxury food is filling but no substitute to Mortal flesh and blood. And ghouls are no men, but Hell beasts who have their own hungers.

It’s common practice to feed traitors, angels, and sacrificed outsiders to hungry ghouls. And the Emeritus have fine dinners out of those who betrayed them deeply. So of course they would protect you when you couldn’t help yourself anymore.

Luckily the discovery of your dark need came during your chance to impress Papa I. You were one of the few siblings who willingly and passionately begged for a chance at ritual sacrifice- one of the most honored and sacred practices to the dark one. After some consideration you were granted the privilege. It was a messy yet enlightening affair. You were so frenzied by the energy of the Dark One flowing through you you bit the throat out of a screaming traitor. Papa I had been particularly pleased watching you consume the blasphemous wretch until you were sick.

Actually, after that display, you became quite the useful asset to the higher ministry. At first as an avid ritual practitioner, and then as a high sibling in your own right. Papa I called you a shining example of “Beelzian Devotion”. You took your patron of the lord of flies and hunger seriously.

Granted, you DID have rules. You couldn’t go around just slaughtering whoever you felt like! Especially your fellow siblings! No. Your lead worship of Beelzebub came with strict guidelines under Papa I. You were happy with that. It wasn’t often but those who were stupid enough to betrayed the bloodline found themselves on your alter. Your belly was always full in that regard.

This is how you eventually met Miasma. Head assassin and a quintessence ghoul of mysterious origins. Originally the ghoul had been a healer during the great plagues. But eventually medicine became poison. And poison could be much more useful when you were instead ailed with enemies.

The ghoul had been responsible for the dispatching of many pests. But sometimes he was instructed to send some to you. Beelzebub was always as hungry as you were, and it was in everyone’s best interest to keep his favor. So he would deliver, informing you of which traitors weren’t laced with something deadly.

Soon it was an unlikely friendship. You saw him more than most people… and most didn’t even know he existed. And he found you quite delightful when you weren’t writhing in religious fervor.

You watched amused as he laid a limp figure on the marble of your alter.

“I can’t use dead ones.” You teased, watching the shallow breathing.

“Mild sedative. You won’t feel it once it’s cycled out of his system.”

“Oh, how kind!”

“I live to serve.”

You nodded as you gathered your chalice and athame- eager to use them sooner.

“Miasma, you hungry?”

The ghoul laughed and eyed the plump flesh of your future sacrifice.

“I could eat.”

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Hello! I'm not sure what the rules are- I couldn't find them, sorry QAQ.

But I wanted to request an ASL (or just Luffy, that's fine as well!) x f!reader. Where the reader was the tallest out of them when they were all young, then as they grew up, reader became the shortest. (And if it's possible, I feel like it would be funny if reader was the youngest, because most children take pride in being tall for their age, especially if they're taller than other children older than them.)

Thanks for reading this request, and hope you have a fun time writing my request if you do so!

Tallest

ASL x f!reader

Words: 9,515

Summery: This fanfiction excerpt follows Y/n, Ace, and Sabo, who grew up together alongside Luffy in the world of One Piece. As children, Y/n, despite being the youngest, took great pride in being the tallest of the four, often teasing the boys about it. Years later, they are all accomplished pirates and revolutionaries, having set sail on their own adventures. When Ace and Y/n unexpectedly reunite, they discover they've both grown considerably, now towering over Y/n, a fact Ace enjoys teasing her about. Their reunion then leads to a heartfelt decision to seek out their other brothers, Luffy and Sabo, bringing to light a hidden, painful past from Y/n's childhood involving the Celestial Dragons, ultimately reinforcing the unbreakable bond of their unique, found family.

Warnings: Childhood Trauma/Slavery Implied, Teasing/Minor Bullying, use of y/n.

A/N: I am SO sorry, I made this a lot sadder then I thought it would/then what you requested. But I really enjoyed writing this! Also sorry about the rules thing

Masterlist

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The sun beat down on Mount Colubo, just as it always did, warming the forest and the hidden clearing that served as a makeshift training ground. A chorus of shouts and grunts echoed through the trees, punctuated by the occasional clang of lead pipes. "Ha! Missed me again, Ace!" a clear, joyful voice rang out, laced with a familiar teasing lilt. Y/n dodged another wild swing from Ace, her own pipe held casually at her side. Even at their young age, she towered over him, a fact she never let him forget. Luffy, already tangled in a tree branch he'd tried to swing from, giggled from his precarious perch, while Sabo, ever the more strategic of the three, watched intently, plotting his next move. They were an unlikely quartet, bound by sworn brotherhood and endless adventures, but in this wild, untamed corner of the world, Y/n, despite being the youngest, was undeniably the tallest, and she wore her height like a crown.

"Honestly, you guys are practically hobbits!" Y/n declared, easily stepping over a fallen log that Ace stumbled over. He grumbled, picking himself up. "It's not fair! You just keep growing!"

She flipped her (h/c) hair over her shoulder, a smug grin on her face. "Someone's gotta reach the good berries on the higher branches, right? You'd all starve without me."

Luffy, finally extricated from the tree, bounced over. "But Y/n, how come you're so tall? Are you part giant?" His eyes were wide with innocent curiosity.

Y/n laughed, a bright, clear sound that echoed through the trees. "Nope, just perfectly proportioned. Unlike some people I know." She winked at Sabo, who was trying to suppress a smile. He knew she was teasing, but even he couldn't deny the height difference. She stood at least a head taller than him, and even more so compared to Ace and Luffy.

"One day, I'll be taller than you, Y/n!" Ace declared, shaking his pipe at her. "You won't be able to tease me then!"

Y/n just chuckled, easily disarming his "threat" with a playful shove. "Dream on, shorty. By the time you catch up, I'll probably be able to high-five the clouds." She stretched her arms above her head, as if to demonstrate, her slender frame reaching further skyward. The sheer joy and pride in her height were evident in every movement, every jest. It was her signature, her unique mark amongst the three boisterous boys, and she reveled in it.

Years later

The salty spray of the Grand Line was a familiar kiss on Y/n's face as she gripped the railing of her ship, the Sea Serpent. Eighteen years old and a captain in her own right, she gazed out at the endless horizon, a faint smile playing on her lips. It had been a long four years since she and her brothers had parted ways, each setting sail on their own adventures at seventeen, just as they'd promised. Now, Ace and Sabo were 22, and Luffy, forever trailing a year behind, was 19.

A gust of wind whipped her (h/c) hair across her face, and she sighed, a small, almost imperceptible sigh of something akin to wistfulness. The truth was, Y/n hadn't exactly reached the lofty heights she'd once boasted about. She was still tall, taller than most women(barely, but she still counts that ½ of an inch.), but her childhood dreams of practically high-fiving clouds had remained just that—dreams. And somewhere out there, she knew, were three familiar figures who had undoubtedly shot up like beanstalks themselves. The thought brought a smirk to her face. She could already hear the teasing.

"Captain! Land sighted!" a crewmate called from the crow's nest, pulling Y/n from her thoughts. Her smile widened, a genuine, unburdened expression. Whatever her height, she was a captain, and the Grand Line was her playground.

The port town bustled with the usual chaos of a Grand Line stopover. Y/n navigated the crowded docks, her crew dispersing to resupply and stretch their legs. She was heading towards a local tavern, the scent of grilled fish and cheap ale already beckoning. As she pushed through a knot of sailors, a flash of orange caught her eye—a familiar hat, just visible above the heads of the crowd. Her breath hitched. No, it couldn't be. Pushing it off before continuing her way. She was just seeing things.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the busy street, Ace was enjoying a hearty meal at an outdoor stall, his signature hat tilted back. He laughed loudly at something his crewmate said, his broad shoulders shaking. He'd filled out significantly since his teenage years, a testament to the harsh realities of the New World. At 6'1", he was undeniably taller than the boy who used to swear he'd one day outgrow her. He paused mid-chew, his keen eyes scanning the throng of people. A flash of (h/c) hair, a familiar confident stride... no, it couldn't be. But then, she turned slightly, and his eyes widened. Y/n.

He watched, a slow grin spreading across his face. She was still tall, yes, but not quite the towering giant he remembered. He, on the other hand, was now nearly a head taller than her, a fact he was very eager to confirm. He swallowed the last of his food and pushed away from the stall, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. This was going to be fun.

Y/n was just about to step into the tavern when a hand clamped down on her shoulder, spinning her around. Her eyes widened. It was him, unmistakably. The freckles, the grin, the familiar spark in his dark eyes that hinted at trouble.

"Ace?!" she breathed, a wide, disbelieving smile breaking across her face.

He chuckled, that deep, rich sound that always made her feel like a kid again. "Hey, Y/n. Long time no see." His smile softened, a genuine warmth replacing the playful glint. "Damn, it's good to see you. I thought I was seeing things for a second there."

"You too!" she exclaimed, her voice a little choked up. Before she knew it, she was pulling him into a tight hug, inhaling the familiar scent of sea salt, smoke, and something uniquely Ace. He returned the embrace just as fiercely, lifting her slightly off her feet for a moment before setting her down.

They pulled back, a comfortable silence settling between them for a beat, filled only with the sounds of the bustling port. His gaze swept over her, taking in the changes, the way her hair had grown, the faint scar just above her eyebrow she hadn't had before. "You look good, Captain. Being out on your own treating you well?"

"Couldn't be better," she replied, a blush rising on her cheeks at his appreciative gaze. "And you? Still burning everything you touch?"

Ace laughed, a full-bellied laugh that drew a few curious glances. "Only the things that deserve it. But seriously, Y/n… it’s been too long. I’ve missed you, ya know?" His voice was a low murmur now, almost intimate.

"I've missed you too, you idiot," she admitted, nudging his arm playfully. "More than you know." She felt a warmth spread through her, a comforting sense of belonging she hadn't realized she was missing.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "Though… I gotta say. You haven't quite managed to reach those clouds yet, have you?" A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he straightened up, looking down at her with a smirk. "Last I checked, I'm pretty sure I could practically use your head as an armrest now. What happened to our little giant?"

Y/n's face immediately flushed a furious red. Her eyes narrowed. "You overgrown beanstalk! I'm still tall! You just... grew more!" She jabbed a finger at his chest, completely falling for the bait. "It's not fair! You were supposed to stay small so I could keep teasing you!"

Across the crowded street, the crew of the Sea Serpent watched, a mixture of confusion and outright terror etched on their faces. "Is that... is that Fire Fist Ace?!" whispered a trembling navigator, pointing a shaky finger. Their captain, Y/n, was currently jabbing her finger into the chest of the infamous Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, a man with a tattoo so recognizable it could make even the bravest marines break a sweat. And the scariest part? He was laughing. And she was flushing.

"Captain, what are you doing?!" one of the new recruits whimpered, clutching his sword. The older, more seasoned crewmates were equally perplexed. They'd heard whispers of Captain Y/n's past, of her "brothers," but this... this was beyond anything they'd imagined. This was the man who had faced down admirals, who sailed under the most powerful pirate in the world! Yet, their usually composed captain was acting like a schoolgirl, bickering with him like they were squabbling siblings, yet with an undeniable undercurrent of something more... something dangerously familiar.

"She's gonna get herself killed!" another gasped, eyeing the massive Whitebeard tattoo prominently displayed on Ace's broad back. It was a stark reminder of the power he wielded, the sheer force behind the man who was currently being teased by their captain. They braced themselves, expecting an explosion of fire, a casual obliteration of their beloved captain for her audacity. But instead, Ace just leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes that only deepened Y/n's blush.

"Oh, so it's my fault I kept growing?" Ace countered, stepping closer, his voice a low rumble that only she could hear over the din of the port. "Maybe you just stopped trying, Y/n. Got complacent at your… average height." He paused, his gaze lingering on her lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her furious eyes. "Though, I gotta admit, it's kinda cute when you get all riled up."

Y/n’s jaw dropped, her cheeks burning even brighter. "Cute?! I'll show you cute, you giant oaf!" She lunged, not with an attack, but with a playful, yet forceful, shove that sent him stumbling back a step. The crew gasped, their fear turning into bewildered awe. No one shoved Fire Fist Ace and lived to tell the tale, let alone got a playful grin in return.

"Alright, alright, feisty as ever," Ace chuckled, easily regaining his balance. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side, a gesture so natural it made her heart thump a little faster. "How about we grab a drink and you can tell me all about how your 'average' height has been serving you, Captain?"

The crew collectively fainted, or at least, looked like they were about to.

Ace's arm remained casually slung around Y/n's shoulders as they walked towards the tavern, his presence a comforting weight she hadn't realized she’d missed so intensely. The anxious whispers of her crew faded into the background as they stepped inside, the warm glow of the lamps and the murmur of conversation enveloping them. They found a relatively secluded corner booth, sliding in across from each other.

"So," Ace began, resting his forearms on the table, a genuine, soft smile on his face. "Tell me everything. What kind of trouble have you been getting into?"

Y/n recounted her adventures, her voice animated as she described challenging a minor Warlord, navigating treacherous currents, and even a comical run-in with a giant sea king that nearly swallowed her ship whole. Ace listened intently, his eyes crinkling at the corners as she spoke, occasionally interjecting with a laugh or a surprised "No way!"

"And then," Y/n continued, leaning forward conspiratorially, "I convinced the entire crew of a rival pirate ship that my cook's burnt stew was a rare, deadly poison, and they surrendered without a fight!"

Ace threw his head back and roared with laughter, drawing a few curious glances from other patrons. "Only you, Y/n! Only you could pull something like that off!" He wiped a tear from his eye. "Sounds like you've really come into your own, Captain."

Her cheeks warmed again at his praise, but this time it was purely from pleasure. "It's been... an experience. And you? Heard you've been making quite the name for yourself."

He shrugged, a hint of pride in his demeanor. "Just doing my part for Pops. It's a good crew, Y/n. A real family." His gaze softened, a hint of melancholy flickering in his eyes before he blinked it away. "But it's not the same without you around. Or Sabo and Luffy."

Y/n reached across the table, covering his hand with hers. "I know, Ace. I know the feeling. We always said we'd sail together, didn't we?"

He turned his hand, lacing his fingers through hers. "We did. And we will. Just not in the same way we thought when we were kids." He squeezed her hand gently. "But seeing you now… it's like no time has passed at all. Still the same loud, stubborn, ridiculously brave Y/n I grew up with." His thumb gently stroked the back of her hand, sending a shiver through her. "Even if I do have to crane my neck to look at you now." He winked, the teasing back, but softer this time, more affectionate.

Y/n snorted, unable to suppress a smile. "Oh, you just wait. I've got a growth spurt left in me. You'll be looking up to me again before you know it, Fire Fist."

Ace just grinned, squeezing her hand once more. "I wouldn't bet on it, Captain. But I'm looking forward to seeing you try."

Hours later, the tavern had emptied, and the stars had begun to pepper the ink-black sky. Ace and Y/n found themselves strolling through the quieter streets of the port town, their footsteps echoing softly on the cobblestones. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of the sea and the distant hum of the ocean. Their conversation had drifted from their separate adventures to shared childhood memories, punctuated by comfortable silences that only old friends—no, family—could share.

They passed a dimly lit market stall, its canvas awning rustling in the gentle breeze. Ace stopped, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You know," he began, his voice a low murmur that seemed to blend with the night, "we should check on them. Luffy. Sabo."

The words hung in the air, potent and heavy with unspoken longing. Y/n felt a pang in her chest. She had thought about them, of course, constantly. Wondered if Luffy was still getting into impossible scrapes, if Sabo was still meticulously planning his every move. But hearing Ace say it aloud, giving voice to the buried desire, made it feel real, tangible.

They were both in crews they had sworn their lives to, families forged in the crucible of the Grand Line. To just… leave, even for a bit, felt almost wrong, a betrayal of the bonds they’d built. Their respective crews relied on them, looked up to them. They had responsibilities now, grander purposes than the simple, wild dreams of three boys and a girl on Mount Corvo.

But then again… it was Luffy. And Sabo.

The thought of seeing them, of hearing Luffy’s booming laugh and Sabo’s calm, steady voice, of having all four of them together again, even for a fleeting moment, was a powerful pull. The loyalty they felt to their current crews was immense, but the bond they shared, forged in blood and shared dreams, ran deeper than anything. It was a silent promise made years ago, etched into their very beings. The urge to see their brothers, to know they were safe and well, gnawed at them both.

Ace turned to her, his dark eyes reflecting the distant lamplight, a mix of conflict and yearning in their depths. "What do you say, Y/n? Think we could make it work?"

Y/n paced back and forth in the narrow alley, running a hand through her hair. "Ace, are you serious? Just 'check on them'? Do you have any idea what kind of mess that would cause? What about our crews? What about Pops? Do you really think Whitebeard is just going to wave his hand and say, 'Sure, son, go gallivanting across the Grand Line to visit your little brothers'?"

She threw her hands up in exasperation. "And my crew! They'd mutiny! I'm a captain, Ace, I can't just abandon ship to go on a sentimental little family reunion tour. There are protocols, there are responsibilities, there's the whole... you know, pirate life!"

Ace, however, remained infuriatingly calm, a confident smirk playing on his lips. He leaned back against the cool stone wall, his arms crossed over his chest. "Relax, Y/n. You're overthinking it, as usual. They'll understand."

"They'll understand what?" she retorted, throwing a glare his way. "That their captain, the one they swore loyalty to, just decided to disappear on a whim?"

"That their captain is a good person who cares about her family," Ace corrected gently, his eyes serious now. "Look, my crew, they know how important Luffy is to me. They know my connection to Sabo. Pops... he gets it. He's all about family, remember? He wouldn't stand in the way of me checking on my brothers. He'd probably just tell me not to cause too much trouble." He winked. "Which, you know, I might have to ignore a little."

He pushed off the wall, stepping closer to her. "And your crew? They follow you because they believe in you, Y/n. Because you're strong, and you're fair, and you're loyal. If you explain to them why this is important, they'll get it. Or at least," he added, his voice dropping to a low, persuasive tone, "they'll trust your judgment enough to let you handle it. We wouldn't be gone forever, just long enough to make sure they're alright. To see them."

He reached out, taking her hands in his. "Think about it, Y/n. Luffy, Sabo. All four of us. Even if it's just for a moment. Don't you want to see them again?"

His words chipped away at her resolve, stirring the deep-seated yearning that had been there all along. The 'ifs' and 'buts' of responsibility suddenly seemed less daunting than the thought of letting this chance slip away.

Y/n looked into Ace's earnest, hopeful eyes, the silent plea for a reunion echoing in their depths. All her carefully constructed arguments about responsibility and protocol began to crumble. The thought of seeing Luffy's boundless energy, Sabo's thoughtful smile, the sheer joy of having all four of them in one place again, even just for a fleeting moment, was an irresistible force. The pirate captain, the one who meticulously planned every move and accounted for every variable, was suddenly gone, replaced by the little girl who just wanted to see her brothers.

A slow smile spread across her face, mirroring Ace's. "You know, you're an insufferable idiot," she said, but her voice held no venom, only affection. "And completely reckless."

Ace's grin widened. "Comes with the territory."

"But," Y/n continued, a mischievous glint entering her own eyes, "you're right. They'll understand. And if they don't," she shrugged, a familiar devil-may-care attitude returning, "then they can just try to stop us."

Ace let out a triumphant laugh, pulling her into another quick, powerful hug. "That's the Y/n I know! So, what's the plan, Captain?"

Y/n pulled back, a determined glint in her eye. "First, we explain to our crews. Then, we figure out where those two knuckleheads might be. This is going to be complicated, Ace, but it's going to be worth it."

He nodded, his gaze fixed on hers, a shared understanding passing between them. The night air, once cool and crisp, now felt charged with a new kind of warmth, a renewed sense of purpose. They were pirates, yes, with crews and responsibilities, but they were also family. And family, for them, always came first.

Ace's Plea to Whitebeard

The next morning, back on the deck of the Moby Dick, Ace stood before the towering figure of Edward Newgate, the legendary Whitebeard. The air was thick with the usual bustle of the crew, but a respectful hush fell over the immediate area as Ace approached his captain.

"Pops," Ace began, his voice firm, "I need to ask for a leave of absence."

Whitebeard's massive eyes, usually twinkling with mirth or narrowed in battle, regarded him steadily. "Oh? And what grand adventure has captured my son's attention now?" His voice was a deep rumble, accustomed to commanding respect.

Ace didn't flinch. "It's not an adventure, Pops. It's… family. My brothers. Luffy and Sabo. Y/n and I ran into each other, and we realized we need to check on them. See if they're alright."

Whitebeard listened, stroking his magnificent mustache. A thoughtful silence stretched between them, broken only by the creak of the ship. Ace waited, knowing the weight of his request. Leaving his division, even temporarily, wasn't a small thing.

Finally, Whitebeard let out a hearty laugh, a booming sound that reverberated across the deck. "Gurararara! Family, you say? And my son asks to see his kin? Of course, you fool! What kind of father would I be to deny that?" He raised his gourd of sake. "Go, Ace! See your brothers. But don't you dare come back without some exciting tales for your old man! And don't cause too much trouble!"

Ace grinned, a genuine, relieved smile. "Thanks, Pops! You won't regret it!"

Y/n Addresses Her Crew

Later that day, Y/n gathered her own crew on the deck of the Sea Serpent. Their faces were a mix of curiosity and lingering apprehension after witnessing her interaction with Fire Fist Ace. She stood before them, her stance firm, her gaze sweeping over each of them.

"Alright, listen up!" she began, her voice clear and strong. "As you all saw yesterday, I ran into an old friend. More than a friend, actually. My brother, Ace."

A ripple of murmurs went through the crew, but Y/n held up a hand. "I grew up with him and two other brothers, Luffy and Sabo. We swore an oath when we were kids to set sail and find our own way, but also to always look out for each other." She paused, taking a breath. "Now, Ace and I… we've decided we need to check on them. Make sure they're safe. It's been years, and it's something we have to do."

A seasoned quartermaster stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "Captain, with all due respect, leaving the ship… that's unprecedented. What about our next course? Our supplies? The dangers of the Grand Line without our captain?"

Y/n met his gaze head-on. "I'm not abandoning you. And I'm not leaving you vulnerable. We'll set a course for a safe, secluded island where you can resupply and conduct maintenance. I'll leave detailed instructions, and your chain of command will be clear. I trust each and every one of you to keep this ship sailing true until I return."

She looked at each of them, her voice softening slightly. "This isn't a whim. This is family. It's a bond that means everything to me. I wouldn't ask this if it wasn't absolutely necessary. I need to do this, for them, and for myself." She took a deep breath. "Are you with me? Can you trust me on this?"

The crew exchanged hesitant glances, the fear of the unknown battling with their loyalty to their captain. The quartermaster looked at Y/n, seeing not just their captain, but the genuine emotion in her eyes. He sighed, then straightened up. "Captain, we follow you. Always have. If this is what you need to do, then we'll hold down the fort. Just… come back safe."

A wave of relief washed over Y/n. A genuine smile bloomed on her face. "Thank you. All of you. I won't be gone a day longer than necessary."

Ace and Y/n met again at the edge of the bustling port that evening, the setting sun painting the sky in fiery hues. A shared sense of exhilaration crackled between them.

"So," Ace began, a wide grin stretching across his face, "they're good with it?"

Y/n nodded, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "Took a bit of convincing, but yeah. They're holding down the fort. What about your old man?"

"Pops gave me his blessing," Ace confirmed, his chest puffing out slightly with pride. "Said family comes first. Told me not to cause too much trouble, though." He winked, and Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

"Right, because you never cause trouble," she retorted, nudging him with her elbow. "So, the plan? Who are we tracking down first?"

They walked a little further, the last vestiges of the day's chaos fading into the quiet hum of the evening. Ace tucked his hands behind his head. "Well, Luffy's probably causing chaos wherever he is, which means he's easy to find eventually. Sabo, on the other hand… he's always been the more discreet one." He chuckled. "Always plotting, always observing. We should try to find him first. He'll probably have a better idea of where Luffy's gotten himself into trouble."

Y/n nodded in agreement. "Good call. Sabo's the brains of the outfit, even if he doesn't always act like it." She paused, then glanced at Ace. "This is really happening, isn't it? We're actually going to find them."

Ace’s grin widened, a pure, unadulterated joy radiating from him. "Damn right it is! They're gonna be so surprised." He clapped her on the back, a little harder than necessary. "Aww, and they'll see how small and cute you are, shorty!"

Whack! Y/n's hand connected sharply with the back of his head. "Shut it, you overgrown tree! I told you, I'm still tall! You just keep unfairly stretching out!" She glared at him, but her lips were twitching with a smile she couldn't quite suppress.

Ace rubbed the back of his head, feigning pain. "Hey, you used to think it was hilarious when you were taller! Now look at you, all defensive." He laughed, an easy, happy sound that filled the quiet night. "Alright, alright, Captain. Lead the way. Let's go find our brothers."

The search for Sabo proved to be a more arduous journey than either Ace or Y/n had anticipated. What they'd hoped would be a quick detour turned into a two-week odyssey across unpredictable stretches of the Grand Line. They spent their days charting courses, cross-referencing outdated maps with Ace's more recent intel from the Whitebeard network, and chasing down every whisper of a "flame-powered revolutionary" or a "top-hatted brawler."

The Grand Line, in its infinite capriciousness, threw everything it had at them. They navigated through sudden, violent thunderstorms that appeared out of nowhere, forcing them to huddle together as waves crashed over the small, borrowed vessel Ace had managed to procure. They endured sweltering, windless days that left them drifting under a relentless sun, only to be followed by bone-chilling cold fronts that had them sharing Ace's meager supply of cloaks. One memorable afternoon saw them narrowly escape the jaws of a monstrous sea king, a beast so large it dwarfed their little boat, leaving Y/n breathless with a mix of terror and exhilarating laughter.

Their nights were a stark contrast to the chaotic days. Anchored in secluded coves or drifting calmly on placid seas, they found solace in the quiet companionship. They'd share rations, often warmed by Ace's flames, and talk for hours under the vast, star-dusted sky. They recounted stories of their respective crews, shared anxieties about the paths they'd chosen, and drifted back to simpler times, reminiscing about Dadan's tough love and the endless freedom of their childhood.

Ace, surprisingly, was a decent storyteller, recounting thrilling escapades with the Whitebeard Pirates, his voice low and rich in the darkness. Y/n, in turn, found herself opening up about the challenges of being a captain, the weight of responsibility, and the moments of profound loneliness she sometimes felt. They laughed about their old dreams and shared new ones, finding a comfortable rhythm in their shared past and uncertain future. There were moments of quiet intimacy, too, as they sat shoulder-to-shoulder, the warmth of Ace's body a comforting presence against the cool night air.

Just when frustration was beginning to set in, after chasing a particularly misleading lead to a small, isolated island, they saw him. A familiar figure, easily distinguishable even from a distance by his distinct top hat and pipe, was engaged in a heated discussion with a group of rather disheveled-looking individuals near a makeshift revolutionary base.

"Sabo!" Ace bellowed, his voice echoing across the clearing, laced with unadulterated joy.

Y/n felt a wave of relief and excitement wash over her so strong it almost buckled her knees. After weeks of searching, battling the elements, and countless near misses, they had finally found him.

Sabo spun around at the sound of Ace’s booming voice, his eyes widening in disbelief. His pipe nearly clattered to the ground as he took in the sight before him: Ace, undeniably larger and more imposing than he remembered, and beside him, Y/n. He hadn't seen her since they were all seventeen, and the memories of her towering over them, even as kids, were vivid.

He rushed forward, a joyous laugh bubbling from his chest. "Ace! Y/n! What are you two doing here?"

Ace met him halfway, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. "Sabo! You idiot! We came to find you, of course!"

Y/n, a wide, teary smile on her face, embraced Sabo next, a warmth spreading through her at the familiar feeling of his arms around her. "It's been too long, Sabo!"

As they pulled back, Sabo's gaze swept over Y/n, and a flicker of genuine shock crossed his face. He remembered her as the tallest, the one who constantly teased them about their height. Now, at 6'1", he found himself looking down at her, just as he did with Ace. Y/n, at 5'5", was still a good height, but she was no longer the giant of their childhood memories. The realization hit him with a surprising force, a comical twist to their reunion.

He quickly masked his surprise, a warm smile returning. "You both look… incredible! What brings you all the way out here?"

"We wanted to see you, you knucklehead," Ace interjected, clapping Sabo on the back, a playful glint in his eye as he glanced at Y/n. "And someone here," he nudged Y/n with his elbow, "was getting worried she was going to be the only short one left."

Y/n immediately flushed, jabbing him in the ribs. "Ace, shut up! I am not short! And you're just as much an overgrown beanpole as he is!" She gestured exasperatedly at Sabo.

Sabo's eyebrows shot up in amusement, a wry smile playing on his lips. "It's true, Y/n, you haven't quite reached the sky like you used to threaten. I guess we finally caught up, huh?" He couldn't help but chuckle at her indignant pout, remembering how fiercely she'd clung to her height advantage as a child.

"You two are absolutely insufferable!" Y/n declared, throwing her hands up in mock surrender, a bright, genuine laugh escaping her lips despite her protests. It was exactly like old times, and the familiarity, the comfortable bickering, felt like coming home.

The small revolutionary base, a collection of makeshift shelters and tents, became the impromptu site for a long-overdue reunion. Sabo quickly introduced Ace and Y/n to his comrades, briefly explaining their shared past with a glint of pride in his eye. After the initial introductions, the three siblings found a quiet spot away from the bustling activity, settling around a small, crackling fire Sabo had built.

Hours melted away as they talked, catching up on years of missed adventures. Ace recounted his fiery escapades with the Whitebeard Pirates, his voice filled with reverence when he spoke of Pops. Y/n shared tales of cunning and leadership aboard the Sea Serpent, her crew's quirks, and the challenges of being a captain. Sabo, in turn, spoke of the burgeoning Revolutionary Army, the injustices he sought to dismantle, and the hope he carried for a better world.

"Remember that time Luffy tried to eat that entire wild boar by himself?" Y/n chuckled, poking the fire with a stick. "And ended up with a stomachache for three days?"

"And Dadan made him run laps until he nearly passed out," Ace added, a wide grin on his face. "Good times."

Sabo laughed, a soft, familiar sound. "We always had to save him from himself. Some things never change, I suppose." He looked at Y/n, a fond smile on his face. "It's good to see you, Y/n. You really haven't changed much, except maybe for your height." He ducked as Y/n aimed a playful punch at his shoulder.

"You're just jealous you're not as graceful as I am!" she retorted, though her eyes were twinkling with mirth.

As the night deepened, a comfortable silence settled between them, punctuated only by the crackle of the fire and the distant sounds of the jungle. The air was thick with unspoken affection, a tangible warmth that transcended the years and the vast distances they had traveled. They were no longer just children on Mount Corvo, but fierce pirates and revolutionaries, yet the core of their bond remained untouched. The easy camaraderie, the shared history, and the deep, unwavering love for each other was a powerful anchor in their tumultuous lives.

The thought of Luffy, still out there, unaware of their reunion, stirred a fresh wave of excitement. Their little family, broken by circumstance and distant memories, was slowly, surely, beginning to piece itself back together.

The night deepened, wrapping the three siblings in a comfortable cocoon of shared history. The fire cast long, dancing shadows, flickering across their familiar faces. They talked of their dreams, their crews, and the endless expanse of the Grand Line that now separated and connected them. Laughter, genuine and heartfelt, often punctuated their stories, a melody of brotherhood and sisterhood that had been years in the making.

Ace tossed another piece of wood onto the embers, sending a shower of sparks upwards. He leaned back, his gaze thoughtful as he looked at Y/n, then at Sabo. "You know, it's funny," he began, his voice a little softer than usual. "We've talked about everything under the sun tonight, but we've never really talked about it, have we?"

Y/n tilted her head. "Talked about what?"

"How you even ended up with us," Ace clarified, gesturing between the three of them. "I mean, Sabo and I were together for a while, then the dork— luffy showed up at Dadan's around a few years letter, then you.. but you… you were different. You were the last one, and you were so quiet at first. Distant, even. It took you almost a year to really open up." He paused, his brow furrowed in thought. "And Garp… he was always so much gentler with you than with us. At the time, we just figured it was because you were a girl, but looking back, Garp's the last person in the world to treat someone differently just because of their gender. He always looked at you with this… pity. Or something close to it."

Sabo nodded slowly, his expression mirroring Ace's. "He's right. Garp was tough on us, but with you, it was like he was walking on eggshells sometimes. What was that about, Y/n? How did you end up with him?"

The warmth in Y/n's eyes seemed to dim, ever so slightly. The firelight flickered, making the shadows deepen around her. She didn't answer right away, her gaze drifting to the dancing flames, lost in a memory. A moment of silence stretched, heavy with unspoken questions.

The crackling of the fire suddenly seemed louder, the chirping of crickets in the distance more pronounced. The easy laughter and comfortable silence of moments before had vanished, replaced by a sudden, heavy quiet. Y/n reached for a nearby waterskin, taking a slow, deliberate gulp, her eyes fixed on the inky expanse of the night sky above.

"Well," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "Garp—Garp saved me."

Ace and Sabo exchanged a quick, bewildered glance, but remained silent, sensing the shift in her demeanor, the sudden fragility in her usually strong presence.

Y/n paused, her gaze still fixed on the stars, as if searching for answers in their distant glow. Then, she spoke the words that hung in the air, chilling them to the bone despite the warmth of the fire. "From the Celestial Dragons."

A heavy silence descended upon them, thicker than the deepest ocean trench. Ace's jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumped in his cheek, his freckled face darkening. Sabo's breath hitched, and the easy warmth that had flowed between them minutes before evaporated, replaced by a cold dread. Both knew, intimately, the unspeakable cruelty of the Celestial Dragons. They were the world's untouchables, their casual whims often leading to unimaginable horrors for anyone unfortunate enough to cross their path.

The implication hung in the air, a sickening weight. A child. A child saved from them. The only way a child would be "saved" from a Celestial Dragon was if they had been... a slave. The thought was a searing brand, burning through Ace's mind. He wanted to rage, to incinerate something, anything, to extinguish the vile image that had just appeared in his head.

Sabo's hand instinctively went to his chest, where his own painful memories resided. He remembered Y/n's initial silence, her flinching at loud noises, the way she would sometimes stare blankly into the distance. He had dismissed it as shyness, as the natural caution of a child thrown into a strange new family. Now, those distant memories twisted into a horrifying new context. Garp's pity, his uncharacteristic gentleness, suddenly made chilling sense.

"Celestial Dragons?" Ace finally growled, his voice low and dangerous, laced with a raw fury. His hand, even now, instinctively reached for the hilt of a non-existent knife. "What... what did they do to you?"

Y/n offered a soft, almost imperceptible smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes. It was a fragile thing, brittle around the edges. Her hand unconsciously drifted to her left side, resting gently over her ribs. "I think you know," she said, her voice a low murmur, barely a whisper in the quiet night.

As her hand settled, a horrifying jolt of memory struck Sabo. He remembered it with crystal clarity now, a vivid flash from years ago. One sweltering afternoon, during one of their countless rough-and-tumble games, her shirt had ridden up. He’d seen it then, a strange, swirling pattern branded into her skin near her ribs. He hadn't understood it at the time, dismissing it as some kind of odd scar or perhaps a peculiar birthmark. But now, the context of the Celestial Dragons snapped the puzzle pieces into place with sickening precision. It was the Hoof of the Heavenly Dragon, the mark of a slave. He’d seen it in books, read about it in hushed tones amongst revolutionaries, but to see it on Y/n… on his sister…

His blood ran cold. The rage that had been simmering in Ace suddenly ignited, a furious, silent blaze in his dark eyes. Neither of them spoke, but the air around them crackled with unspoken horror and a shared, profound grief for the little girl they had found all those years ago. The truth, finally unveiled, explained so much about the quiet, distant child she had been, and it shattered their hearts all over again.

Y/n’s soft smile returned, though it was still fragile, as if daring to break. She quickly pulled her hand from her side, as if the brief contact with the hidden mark had burned her. She saw the raw pain and anger etched on Ace and Sabo’s faces, the horror in their eyes. The shared revelation hung heavy in the air, threatening to suffocate the warmth of their reunion. But Y/n, ever resilient, wasn't about to let it consume them.

"Anyways, Sabo," she said, her voice a little too bright, forcing a change of subject. She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, bringing an almost business-like air to her tone. "I know you have a lot to work on, being a revolutionary and all. Important stuff." She glanced quickly at Ace, who was still staring at her with a mix of fury and protectiveness. "But if you can, if you would, do you wanna come find Luffy with us? Just for a little bit."

The question hung in the air, a lifeline thrown into the sudden emotional abyss. It was an invitation back to their shared, simpler past, a distraction from the harrowing present.

Y/n didn't push for an immediate answer. She understood the weight of the request. Sabo had responsibilities, a cause he was deeply devoted to. She just held his gaze, a silent plea in her eyes that mirrored Ace's own unspoken hope.

"Think about it," she said, her voice softer now, less forced. "No pressure. We can talk about it in the morning, after we've all gotten some sleep." She glanced at Ace, who nodded in agreement, his initial fury having subsided into a quiet intensity. The night had taken a heavy turn, and the need for rest was palpable.

Sabo looked between them, a flicker of emotion in his eyes—longing, conflict, and then, a slow understanding. He knew what this meant to them, to all of them. The unaddressed pain of Y/n’s past still hung in the air, a silent testament to the resilience of their bond. He simply nodded, the weight of his decision clearly on his mind. The three of them sat in quiet contemplation for a while longer, the only sounds the crackling fire and the gentle hum of the distant jungle, each lost in their own thoughts as the vast, star-filled sky watched over their complicated reunion.

A shiver ran through Y/n, not from the cool night air, but from the raw vulnerability she'd just exposed. The sudden, stark quiet that had fallen after her confession felt too heavy, too revealing. She needed a moment, a space to breathe away from the intensity of their gazes.

"Well," she said, pushing herself up from the ground, a casualness she didn't feel in her tone. "It's been a long day. I think I'll turn in." She offered them a small, tired smile. "Don't stay up too late, you two. We've got a busy morning ahead."

She didn't wait for a reply, just offered a quick nod and turned, walking away from the flickering firelight and the heavy silence, leaving Ace and Sabo alone with the chilling truth she had finally laid bare.

The first rays of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of orange and pink, chasing away the lingering shadows of the night. The air felt lighter, fresher, though an unspoken understanding now hummed beneath the surface of their interactions. Ace and Sabo were already up when Y/n emerged from one of the revolutionary tents, rubbing sleep from her eyes. They offered her a quiet, knowing smile, devoid of the shock and horror from hours before, replaced instead with a gentle protectiveness.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Ace greeted, tossing her a piece of dried fruit he’d acquired.

"Morning," Y/n replied, taking the fruit and avoiding their gazes for a moment, still feeling a slight awkwardness about her confession. But the easy way they were acting, the lack of overt pity, was a relief.

They shared a simple breakfast with some of Sabo's comrades, the usual revolutionary base bustle resuming around them. As the last of the food was cleared, Sabo turned to his siblings, his usual composed demeanor firmly in place, but with a new sparkle in his eyes.

"Alright," he began, "I've thought about it. And yes, I'll come with you to find Luffy."

Y/n's face lit up, a genuine, unburdened smile finally breaking through. Ace let out a triumphant cheer, clapping Sabo on the back. "Yes! Knew you wouldn't let us down!"

Sabo chuckled, holding up a hand. "But," he continued, a mischievous glint in his eye, "there are a few conditions."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her gaze. "Oh? Lay 'em on us, Mr. Revolutionary."

"First," Sabo began, "this can only be for a short while. The Revolutionary Army's mission is too critical for me to be gone for an extended period. We find Luffy, we make sure he's safe and well, and then I return to my duties."

"Fair enough," Ace conceded, though a slight pout touched his lips.

"Second," Sabo continued, "no unnecessary trouble. I know that's asking a lot from you two," he glanced pointedly at Ace, then at Y/n, "but we need to be efficient. Our objective is to find Luffy, not start a war."

Y/n snorted, but nodded. "We'll do our best. No promises for when Luffy inevitably causes trouble himself, though."

"And finally," Sabo said, his voice softening as he looked at both of them, "we stick together. All of us. No splitting up, no going off on solo tangents. We do this as a team. For old times' sake." His gaze lingered on Y/n for a moment, a silent message of reassurance and protection passing between them. The promise was clear: they would be there for her, no matter what.

Ace grinned, pulling them both into a rough, heartfelt embrace. "Deal! Operation: Find Luffy, ASL style!"

On the Trail of Chaos

Finding Luffy proved to be significantly less of a logistical nightmare than locating the notoriously discreet Sabo. While Sabo moved like a shadow, Luffy left a blazing trail of chaos and good deeds wherever he went. Their journey, which took a little over a week, was marked by a series of increasingly absurd rumors and newspaper headlines.

"Heard he liberated an entire island from a tyrant just by yelling really loud," a fisherman muttered in one port, pointing vaguely eastward.

"Some giant rubber man apparently ate all the meat at a local festival," a tavern owner grumbled in another, eyeing Ace's similar appetite with suspicion.

Ace, Y/n, and Sabo listened to these tales with a growing sense of fond exasperation and nostalgic amusement. It was pure Luffy, through and through. Their week-long voyage together was a reunion in itself. On the small, swift ship Ace had commandeered, they settled into a comfortable rhythm. Days were spent poring over marine reports and newspaper clippings, tracking the most recent, most outlandish disturbances. Nights were filled with the easy camaraderie they'd missed so dearly.

Y/n found herself laughing more than she had in years, the simple joy of having her brothers by her side a balm to her soul. Ace would often spar playfully with Sabo on deck, their Haki-infused punches sending ripples through the air, while Y/n watched, offering tactical advice and occasionally joining in with her own swift moves. They shared meals, cooked simply over a small flame, reminiscing about Dadan's questionable cooking and their endless hunger as kids.

There were moments of quiet understanding too. Ace would sometimes glance at Y/n, a silent message passing between them, a shared awareness of her past. Sabo, ever observant, would subtly position himself closer to her, a comforting presence. The unspoken knowledge of Y/n's history with the Celestial Dragons added a new layer to their bond, a fierce, protective current flowing beneath their usual teasing and laughter.

As they neared their destination, the signs of Luffy's recent presence became undeniable. A distant plume of smoke, reports of a minor island's government being "reorganized," and the faint, yet unmistakable, scent of barbecued meat on the wind.

"That's him," Ace declared, a wide, excited grin splitting his face.

"No doubt about it," Sabo chuckled, adjusting his top hat.

Y/n leaned over the railing, a joyous anticipation bubbling in her chest. "Looks like our little brother hasn't changed a bit." She tightened her grip on the railing, a thrill running through her. The reunion was almost complete.

The island was a vibrant, chaotic mess, a testament to Luffy's recent visit. Buildings were half-repaired, banners of a newly liberated people flapped in the breeze, and the air was thick with the scent of festivities and, indeed, an abundance of meat.

"He's definitely here," Y/n grinned, jumping from their small boat onto the dusty shore. Ace followed, his eyes already scanning the horizon, and Sabo landed gracefully beside them.

They didn't have to search long. A booming, unmistakable laugh, followed by shouts of "Meat! More meat!" led them straight to the heart of the celebration. In the center of a bustling town square, amidst a crowd of cheering islanders and his own eclectic crew, was Monkey D. Luffy. He was just as they remembered him – boundless energy, an insatiable appetite, and a wide, beaming smile that could light up the entire Grand Line.

He was currently attempting to devour a portion of grilled sea beast nearly as big as himself, his straw hat slightly askew, surrounded by his equally unique companions. A long-nosed sniper was yelling excitedly, a green-haired swordsman was leaning against a wall looking bored but watchful, an orange-haired navigator was counting something on a paper, a blonde cook was passionately arguing with her, a tiny reindeer doctor was scurrying around, a cyborg was shouting "Super!", a skeleton musician was serenading a few islanders, and a quiet archeologist was observing the scene with a gentle smile.

"LUFFY!" Ace roared, his voice cutting through the festive din like a cannon shot.

Luffy, mid-chew, froze. His head slowly turned, his eyes widening to comical proportions. He blinked once, twice, then dropped his piece of meat with a thud.

"ACE?! SABO?! Y/N?!" he shrieked, his voice echoing across the square, completely overriding the celebration. His elastic limbs stretched, propelling him forward in a burst of rubbery speed.

He slammed into Ace first, nearly knocking the fire user off his feet, pulling him into a bone-crushing embrace. "ACE! You're here! I missed you!"

Before Ace could fully recover, Luffy bounced off him and launched himself at Sabo, equally ecstatic. "SABO! You too! What are you doing here?!"

Then, he turned to Y/n, his eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated joy. "Y/N! You're here too! You got so tall!" he exclaimed, then paused, tilting his head. "Wait... no you didn't! I did!" He peered closer, holding his hand up to her head, then to Ace's, then to Sabo's, a puzzled look on his face. "Huh? You're all taller than Y/n now!"

Y/n simply laughed, a full, unrestrained sound, pulling him into a warm hug despite his height-related confusion. "It's good to see you, Luffy, you absolute idiot!"

Behind Luffy, his crew stood frozen, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and trepidation. They knew of Fire Fist Ace, the Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates. And the revolutionary Sabo. But who was this woman, who commanded such familiar affection from their notoriously reckless captain? And why were these legendary figures being embraced like long-lost brothers and sister? The sheer absurdity of the scene left them speechless.

The initial chaotic reunion slowly settled into a joyous pandemonium. Luffy, bouncing with unrestrained energy, insisted on introducing Ace, Sabo, and Y/n to his crew, each introduction punctuated by exaggerated tales and Luffy's unique brand of storytelling.

"This is Zoro! He's super strong but gets lost easily!"

"And Nami! She's a greedy witch but also our navigator!"

"Usopp is the bravest warrior of the sea! Even though he's a liar!"

His crewmates, initially bewildered, were quickly won over by the genuine warmth and camaraderie between the four siblings. Ace's booming laughter, Sabo's calm smiles, and Y/n's easygoing nature created an infectious atmosphere.

At one point, as they all gathered around a massive bonfire, sharing food and stories, Luffy suddenly pointed at Y/n, a wide, innocent grin on his face. "Shishishi! Y/n, you're short! I remember you being sooo tall!" He stretched his arms upwards, exaggerating her childhood height. "You used to be like this big!"

A wave of laughter rippled through Luffy's crew. Even Zoro cracked a small smile. Y/n, however, just rolled her eyes, a fond smile playing on her lips. "Oh, shut up, Luffy. You've just finally grown into your ridiculous rubber limbs." She playfully swatted at his straw hat. "Besides, I'm not short!" she protested, though the teasing tone in her voice betrayed her lack of genuine offense.

Ace chuckled, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, well, someone had to stay the right size so we didn't mistake her for a giant." He winked, and Y/n playfully elbowed him in the side.

Sabo, ever the diplomat, interjected with a smile. "She's plenty tall. Just… we caught up." He ruffled Y/n's hair affectionately. "It's just a bit surprising, that's all. We all remember her towering over us."

Luffy, oblivious to the subtle nuances of their childhood dynamic, just continued to grin, happily munching on another piece of meat. "Shishishi! Still good to see you, Y/n! Tall or short!" He stretched his arm out and gave her a rubbery hug, nearly knocking her off balance.

The night continued with more laughter, shared stories of their separate adventures, and the comfortable feeling of being a family, finally reunited, even amidst the chaos of the Straw Hat Pirates' world. The height difference, once a source of Y/n's childish pride, was now just another fond memory, another layer to the complex and enduring bond they shared.

The bonfire roared, casting dancing shadows on the faces of pirates and revolutionaries alike. Luffy's crew, initially wary, had fully embraced the novelty of their captain's legendary brothers and sister. Franky, the cyborg, kept exclaiming "SUPER!" at Ace's flame abilities, while Chopper, the reindeer doctor, gazed at Sabo with wide-eyed admiration. Usopp tried to out-storytell Ace, leading to a hilariously exaggerated battle of tall tales. Sanji, the cook, kept trying to woo Y/n with elaborate dishes, much to Ace's mock-chagrin and Luffy's simple delight at the extra food.

Nami, ever practical, had managed to corner Y/n, exchanging navigator tips and quietly expressing her amazement at the sheer star power of Y/n's "brothers." Robin, the archaeologist, observed the familial dynamics with a gentle smile, occasionally asking a pointed question that showed her keen understanding of their intertwined pasts.

A Quiet Moment Among Brothers

As the night wore on, the party showed no signs of truly winding down, but Ace, Sabo, and Y/n managed to slip away to a quieter spot near the edge of the square, watching Luffy's antics from a slight distance.

"He hasn't changed a bit, has he?" Y/n chuckled, leaning her head against Sabo's shoulder.

"Not one bit," Sabo agreed, a soft, fond smile on his face. "Still chasing after the next adventure, still full of dreams."

Ace nodded, his gaze fixed on Luffy, a deep warmth in his eyes. "He's amazing. Stronger than I ever imagined he'd be." He then nudged Y/n gently. "You proud of him, 'shorty'?"

Y/n snorted, playfully punching his arm. "Of course I am, you brute. And I'm proud of you two as well. Look at us. Three legends, and me, a humble pirate captain."

"Humble, huh?" Ace raised an eyebrow. "I seem to recall a certain captain boasting about her height not too long ago."

"That was then, this is now," Y/n dismissed with a wave of her hand, but a blush touched her cheeks. "Besides, you're just jealous of my superior strategic mind."

Sabo laughed, a genuine, unburdened sound that reminded them both of their childhood. "Some things never change, indeed." He put an arm around each of them, pulling them closer. "It's good to have us all together. Even for a little while."

The three sat in comfortable silence, their shoulders touching, watching their youngest brother unknowingly bring joy and chaos to an entire island. The years, the dangers, the separate paths they had walked—they all faded into insignificance in that moment. All that mattered was the undeniable, unbreakable bond of family, finally reunited under the vast, star-studded sky of the Grand Line. The unspoken understanding of Y/n's past was there, a somber undertone, but it was overshadowed by the sheer, overwhelming wholesomeness of their present, together at last.

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❝𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜!𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫❞

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 yandere cannibal who meets you first as one of his victims.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 he went through the basic process of luring you, drugging you, kidnapping you back to his messy home.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 but you were different for some reason. of course, you were reasonably scared to die and be eaten. but you couldn't help but ask questions. maybe it'd give you a chance to survive. maybe.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 what does human taste like?

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 it caught him so off guard he almost tied your restraints wrong. phew, close one.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 he couldn't help but entertain your insatiable appetite for knowledge. maybe he was just playing along with your game but he felt like a child on christmas morning.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 he almost felt a connection, someone– someone who finally seems to understand him.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 so he even kindly offered you a taste. his most recent victim, cooked and prepared well– he didn't give you anything like a disgusting body part for a beginner, just a piece of the fatty thigh.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 and you refused.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 how dare you? why ask all those questions if you weren't like him too? he even started to like you too, such a shame you'll become a slab of meat like the rest of his victims– wait... he just can't bring himself to butcher you. he can't just discard you, the one person who seemed to hold an inkling of what it is like to be him. even if you had reservations for not eating human meat. he could feel it, you wanted to.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 it's okay, he'll teach you to open up, become more like him. you too will soon be like him, he will mentor you, raise you to your highest potential and unlock a forbidden world of tastes.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 he even ends up getting more sentimental than intentional. he learns more about you, you don't just become a name on the menu or a possible friend. you're someone. someone with thoughts and feelings, a heart and a brain.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 he feels almost betrayed you want to leave. why leave? isn't he good enough for you? he takes care of you, he could have just killed you like everyone else to step foot in his home but he spared you! and you're not even being grateful.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩 he has had enough of being nice, trying to get you to willingly eat his homecooked food. he will make you like him, he will make you just as sick and demented as him so that you will be stuck with him, forever.

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What It Takes To Move Forward

Synopsis: Coming to terms with the fact that Sabo wasn't dead.

Disclaimers: Fem reader 😔 apologies to all my gn and male readers. Reader is an ASL sibling, one year older than Luffy. Mini series?????? Law is a love interest because I said so. Reader's weapon of choice is a scythe 👁️👁️ Cannon is what I say it is🫵🫵🫵 for plot purposes of course

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It feels like you're stuck in time. Your body paralyzed with so many different feelings. You can tell Sabo’s the same way, waiting with bated breath for your reaction. He's searching your eyes for a glimpse of what you might be feeling. You realize he looks so much older. The boy you thought would never get the chance to grow up was truly here in front of you.

You're not Luffy. He knows you two couldn't be any more different. But a part of him still hopes. He hopes you'll forgive him for not being there. He hopes you'll throw your arms around him and cry the happiest tears you can muster. All he can do is hope.

He takes the first step towards you, calling out your name softly. It's been so long since he's seen you. You're not a little kid anymore. It almost breaks his heart to see his baby sister all grown up. He'd seen Luffy plenty of times in the newspaper. (Albeit he didn't remember who he was at the time.) Hell, he has his wanted poster up in his room. But he has nothing of you. He didn't even know you'd become a pirate.

He remembers you being adamantly against it when you were kids. Not wanting a target on your back and instead choosing a normal carefree life. You'd planned to make a living selling and fixing weapons. Never was there a moment when you weren't tinkering with tools and creating spare parts out of scraps. 

And now you were here. Running around with Luffy causing a commotion. Gone was your dream of a peaceful life. He wonders what could've made you give it up. 

It wasn't until Doflomingo projected your image did he see you. And it filled him with dread. The title besides your name nearly gave him a heart attack. The Reaper Y/n. You'd actually had your own bounty. But he didn't have the time to sit back and wonder what you were doing here. He couldn't ask Robin if she'd known about you. So he leaves it alone. Or he left it alone.

Fate has a fucked up way of playing out sometimes. You and Luffy needed a place to recoup. Somewhere safe from the Marines after Doflamingo’s defeat. He promised himself he'd come running if either of you ever needed something. It goes without saying he offered you and Luffy's crew to camp out with the revolutionaries. 

But now that you're here…It makes him second guess himself.

You're staring at him now, and he flinches at the look in your eyes. It's not the uncontainable joyful one that Luffy had. It's hurt. He's close enough to put a hand on your shoulder. As soon as he does, you're punching the side of his jaw as hard as you can. The sound of impact catches everybody's attention. 

The hideout goes completely silent. From the corner of his eye, he can see Luffy rushing over. Wanting to separate a potential scuffle. But Sabo holds a hand up to stop him.

You're strong.

He's never been more proud.

He looks back over to you, ignoring the stinging of his jaw. His heart drops when he sees you crying. There's a scowl on your face and your hands are clenched.

“I hate you.” It's said quietly. 

Then you're screaming it out, hitting at his chest feebly.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

He can do nothing but take it. He was expecting one of you to hit him. But the thought never crossed his mind you'd resent him. You're so angry you're crying. 

“HOW DARE YOU!!!”

He forced himself to believe this was good. That this was what he wanted. Hearing someone else verbalize what he'd been thinking all along. Not the usual ‘it’s not your fault. You couldn't have done anything.’ 

But if this was truly what he wanted, then why did it hurt so much? Like daggers piercing through his very soul.

“YOU DON'T GET TO JUST COME BACK!!! WE GRIEVED FOR YOU!!! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!!”

He stumbles back when you shove him away from you. You don't want answers, and he knows that. 

“ALL THIS TIME!?!? YOU NEVER SAID ANYTHING?!?! I HATE YOU!!!”

And that's the cry that breaks him. He would have reached out sooner. He would've been there. But he wasn't. He knows what it looks like. That he vanished without a trace and was doing just fine. That he left all three of you behind. 

Somehow, he knows you know that's not true. 

“HOW COULD YOU LET ACE DIE THINKING YOU WERE ON THE OTHER SIDE WAITING FOR HIM!?!”

He doesn't know what to say. He can't possibly find the right words to soothe you. How could he when you were right? He doesn't know how he's keeping it together right now. How he's not crying and begging for your forgiveness. He offers up the only thing he can. An apology.

“I'm sorry.”

The fight leaves you and he's temporarily relieved. Though the silence that follows after has his worry coming back full force. It's almost suffocating. He observes you quietly. Despite the tears running down your face, he can tell you're thinking. Processing the situation before you.

You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Perhaps you do. Looking after Luffy for the past two years since Ace’s death. He wonders…So he asks the question without thinking. 

“You're a part of Luffy’s crew? You never wanted to be a pirate.”

He wonders if so much time has passed that you changed your mind. There's so many things he wants to ask you. So many things he wants to tell you. But he doesn't know it's all been too much for you. That one question had pushed you over the edge.

All damn day since Luffy told you he was alive, you've been suppressing your emotions. In denial of the news and putting all your focus into stopping Doflamingo. You could pretend it wasn't real. 

Then his damn face was projected across the entire country. A face so much older than you remember. The scar running down the side of his head had let you know it was real. It almost made you slip up. Made you cry and scream about how unfair it was.

Thankfully, Luffy had wasted no time taking off in the direction of the castle. You were able to force everything back down to follow suit. Your desire to protect him outweighing everything else. But now?

Now that you'd been forced to confront Sabo? Now that you were face to face? Now that he was talking to you like no time had passed?

You want to run away. To escape from everything. You can't handle him prodding for answers on your decision. It'd only end up with you screaming at him more. Make it look like you were the one who was acting irrational after everything you've been through. 

So you walk away from him.

You turn your back and leave. Your name dies on his tongue. He can't call you back. It hurts, but he understands. He lets you go, watching as you place yourself the furthest you can within the camp. You want nothing to do with him, and he can respect it. For your peace of mind at least. He feels a hand on his shoulder as he watches you go.

“I'll go talk to her.”

He's grateful for Koala’s kindness, but he knows you. If you want to be left alone, you'll be left alone. Yet he doesn't stop her, hoping you might just listen this time. You don't, of course. And he can't help but grimace as he watches it go down.

You feel a presence approach you, not bothering to lift your head. 

“Hey, mind if I sit here?” A soft voice calls out.

You recognize it as the girl who'd been working with Sabo. Koala. If you remembered correctly, she traveled with the Sun Pirates when she was a kid. You would have given her Jimbe’s regards had you been in your right mind. 

But you're not. Everything is murky. Thoughts swarming with both anger and relief. Betrayal and melancholy. She doesn't wait for you to respond before sitting next to you. 

You say nothing. Your legs folded in with your arms around them. You don't address her when she speaks.

“It's not his fault, you know? He didn't-”

You get up wordlessly and leave. Koala gapes at you in shock as you once again situate yourself further away. You don't let her finish speaking. (Something Sabo always did.) You just wanted a moment to clear your head. A break from everything. You don't care about the why's or the how's. 

Didn't you have the right to be upset?

Were you just supposed to pretend everything was okay?

The last attempt to get anything out of you comes from Luffy. He sits next to you quietly. If anyone could get through to you, it was him. Just as the two older brothers had a soft spot for you, you had one for Luffy. Especially when it had just been the two of you.

He knows you're mad. He knows why. It was something he'd felt earlier. Getting unbelievably upset at you for the stunt you pulled. Throwing yourself in front of Law in a last ditch effort to stop Doflamingo from killing him. All the while, Luffy was forced to watch and do nothing behind the bars of the coliseum. 

He could only watch as you were kicked around. Refusing to give up on protecting his alliance partner. And then you'd gone and done it again. He hadn't seen exactly what happened. But he saw the aftermath.

A bullet hole through your back while you laid protectively on top of the surgeon of death. 

Luffy couldn't help but get angry at you. You were gonna throw your life away. You would have left him by himself.

He gets it.

All the same, you gained back a brother you thought you'd lost. You shouldn't hold it against Sabo. But he gets why you do. It's not the first time you'd been angry at someone for dying. He remembers you cursing Sabo out the first time you all thought he was dead. He remembers you calling Ace stupid for letting his pride get the best of him. Crying that it wasn't fair he left you and Luffy alone.

But it was first for you to be upset at them for living.

He doesn't think you're being fair. Would you have been mad if it were Ace? He’s sure no one would've been happier than you. Then again, he hadn't been ‘dead’ for nine years. (And he'd raised you and Luffy by himself.)

“He didn't remember. He hit his head when he got attacked that day.” Luffy tells you the truth, although he knows it won't make a big difference.

Not now at least.

“He's sorry he couldn't be there for Ace. But he's here now. That counts for something, right?”

Sabo’s here. You and Luffy aren't alone anymore. He knows that's the reason you're really upset. He knows you gave up on your dream to protect him. He didn't ask you to. He could never have asked that of you. But you did it anyways because you loved him too much to lose. All you had was each other. 

So to find out it was all for nothing… That you gave up on your dream for nothing…

It doesn't help quiet your mind. Everything only gets more fuzzy. But it pushes you to a decision you should've made a long time ago. Luffy didn't need you here anymore.

“I'm resigning from your crew.” Your voice is quiet, yet firm.

“What?” And it feels like his world is ending. How did he end up digging an even bigger hole for himself?

“Why?!? We beat Doflamingo, didn't we!? Why do you wanna quit all of a sudden?”

But you don't offer him an explanation. You just get up and leave. That's both brothers you've hurt today. But you can't take it anymore. Any of this. You're so damn tired of looking over your shoulder. So damn tired of being on the run. So tired of worrying if your brother was gonna die. 

As selfish as it was, you didn't want to be involved anymore. Not when everything was so hazy. Thoughts muddled with grief, anger, and everything in between. 

It's not like with Usopp when he quit. An argument gone too far. And it's not like with Robin either. You're not being forced to do something you don't want to. Luffy can't stop you from quitting. He can't refuse your resignation either like with the rest of the Strawhats. You're his big sister. He doesn't hold the same authority over you. 

And if Luffy can't talk you out of it, then you're truly a lost cause.

You thought you'd finally gotten your silence, until you heard footsteps once again. You curled in tighter on yourself. You had no more fight in you to argue.

“Please just leave me alone.” You said quietly.

“Not a chance. You were a pain in my ass when I wanted you gone, now I get to be a pain in yours.”

You looked up in shock at Law. Out of everyone you were expecting, he was the last one. You blamed yourself, really. You'd been so damn persistent ever since Punk Hazard. Going out of your way to make sure he didn't feel like the odd one out. 

You figured it must've been taxing to be on a ship full of strangers. You knew your first days on the Sunny were awkward. So you made it a point to bother Law. Approaching him when he sat by himself to watch Caeser.

“You're gonna get scoliosis slumped over like that. And here I thought you were a doctor.” You teased, blanket in your arms.

He looked up at you with a small glare.

“I'll be fine.” He dismissed.

But you wouldn't be swayed so easily. You were no stranger to stubbornness. Having dealt with it throughout your childhood. His abrasiveness didn't bother you one bit. Though you supposed he might've had enough of you for the day.

You didn't exactly trust him after he'd formed an alliance with Luffy. And it wasn't your place to tell Luffy what to do. This was his crew, after all. So you followed after Law to keep an eye on him instead. You were sure he didn't appreciate it when you screamed your head off after decapitating Vergo.

“GROSS! GROSS! GROSS! I CHOPPED HIS FREAKING HEAD OFF!!!!”

Despite it, you crouched down next to him. Offering the blanket you'd brought.

“You're sitting like a shrimp.” You pointed out his slumped over posture.

Law straightened up immediately. A noticeable red tinge spread across his cheeks. He ignored your outstretched hands.

“You can relax, you know? Caesar’s not going anywhere.” You tried to sway.

“With your crew? I wouldn't be surprised if he escapes in five minutes.”

Now, your crew didn't exactly have the best track record with hostages. Or any record for that matter. You'd admit defeat. Just this once.

“Fair enough. How about I keep you company instead?”

“I don't need any distractions,” he rejected. 

But you wouldn't be deterred that easily. Before he could react, you draped the blanket over his shoulders. His body stiffened in shock. Glaring up at you soon after. 

“Take it. Or you'll get sick, Doctor.” The emphasis on the word doctor wasn't lost on him.

As if he would be a fool to get sick given his title. He refused to be chastised. Especially by a Strawhat. Although he noticed the small shiver you gave.

“You're the one who's gonna get sick.” He argued.

“Worried about me?”

“Worried you'll spread your disease.”

You gave a laugh and sat next to him.

Oh yes, how stubborn you'd been. Your previous positions now reversed. You supposed karma was a bitch. You’d also run out of places to storm off to. If Law decided to prod for answers, you’d turn yourself into Fujitoru and get it over with.

Instead he chastises you.

“I guess stupid runs in the family. What do you think will happen if you just quit being a pirate?”

It has to do with Luffy. Of course it did. The last two years of your life had centered around him. Joining his crew was forever attached to you now. It's bitter to think like that. You know it is. But your headspace is incredibly messed up right now. You can’t think rationally.

You sit in silence as Law continues speaking. 

“You think you can just go back to being a random civilian? You're wanted. Someone will spot you and cash in on your bounty. Given your relationship to Strawhat, you'll probably be executed if you’re caught.”

You wish you could've said you weren't listening, but you were. They were all points you hadn't been thinking of when you ‘quit.’ Your emotions clouding your judgment. Your emotions were still clouding your judgment. 

“And who the hell is gonna drop you off back to your home? Me and Luffy have business in Wano. I doubt the revolutionaries will take you back either.”

You hate that he's right. Not even Garp could take you in at this point. If you really did quit, getting off of Dressrosa would be a hassle. The Marines swarming the island didn't help your case either.

“Think it through first.” It's said softer this time.

Crude in every sense of the word, but it was what you needed right now. Someone to tell you to quit acting like a child throwing a tantrum. 

It reminded you of Ace. 

He doesn't ask you to stay. He doesn't question your outbursts. And he doesn't try to make excuses for Sabo. But he doesn't let you stew in your thoughts either. He looks at you from the corner of his eye. His posture is very much stiff. Awkward. Like he doesn't know what to say or how to say it. 

The noise in the hideout picks up once more. Though you can still feel worried eyes on you. Your crying has stopped. That's at least one positive. 

“Why'd you do it?” Law asked at last.

You knew what he was referring to. Getting in Doflamingo's way to protect him. You wish you could've had an answer for him. You didn't owe him anything through Luffy's alliance. You were sure Law didn't consider the two of you friends. Your actions were just as baffling to you as they were to him. 

You shrug your shoulders. 

“I don't know.”

“What do you mean you don't know?”

“I guess it was just force of habit. I used to protect Luffy like that when he'd get himself into trouble. I didn't have my weapon, so I'd use my body as a shield.”

It doesn't answer his question. If anything, it leaves him more confused. Why would you go out of your way like that? Getting shot, kicked, and sliced… And for what? You couldn't have been that selfless. No one was.

Then again, Luffy had freed an entire country because a girl fed him. 

“It's gonna get you killed one day.” He warns.

“Yeah but not today.”

For a split second, a ghost of a smile graces your face. You seemed to have calmed down. Though Law couldn't be so sure. You'd turned away Luffy of all people. Still, you weren't curled into yourself anymore. 

And a few minutes later, you'd leaned your head on his shoulder. Eyes fighting to stay open. Fatigue claiming you after what had to be the worst day of your life. He freezes. 

You passed out on his shoulder and he's scared. What the hell was he supposed to do? You were emotionally exhausted, so definitely not wake you up. He didn't need you drooling all over him, so definitely not let you stay there. You're so vexing he thinks he should just use his power to move you to a bed. 

But he doesn't.

Instead he chooses to pick you up, carrying you towards your brothers. They look up at him. One in confusion and the other with apprehension.

“She cried herself out. Here.” He extends your slumbering body forward, hoping one of them would take you. That one of them would know what to do. 

But it's Luffy. So of course he throws all expectations out the window.

“You should keep her. She fell asleep with you, so I think she wants you around. She'd probably get mad if me or Sabo were there when she woke up.”

He really should have just left you alone. He wouldn't have been put in this position if he did. 

“You've gotta be kidding me.” He muttered.

Law waits for the other one to respond. The revolutionary. But he doesn't. He looks like he wants to, but he's holding himself back. The whole family is infuriating. For putting him in this position specifically. (Though the blame is mostly on himself for approaching you in the first place.)

With no other option, he brings you to one of the spare beds the revolutionaries had prepared. You'd need water when you woke up. You probably dehydrated yourself with all your crying. 

He shouldn't care.

There's a glass of water next to your bedside when you wake. 

The morning is significantly less tense. No sign of the Marines so far. Everyone can rest for now. You linger in the small space you'd been placed in last night. Not yet ready to face the day. Or rather, not ready to face either one of your brothers. 

Luffy had kept his distance from you. Though you could see it in his face that he wanted to reach out to you. You couldn't help but feel guilty. You never were good at being upset at him. Something he'd unintentionally exploited. But your mind was still a little fuzzy. You needed more space before you'd be ready to talk.

You isolated yourself once again to think. And like yesterday, Law decided to sit next to you. The only one who pushed his luck to be next to you after you'd lashed out. 

Usopp was terrified to say the least. Franky figured it wasn't his place to get involved with you and Luffy's affairs. Zoro was indifferent but understood you needed space. And Robin wasn't the type to push people. 

You didn't miss the rowdiness much. Not when everything had been so hectic. Your brain equated the quietness to peace. It was easier on your cluttered thoughts. There weren't many words exchanged between you and Law. And once again you were grateful.

His presence there but not pushing.

You supposed you granted him a similar kindness before this mess started. Finding him on the Sunny by his lonesome once more. You’d decided to ask the question that had been weighing heavily on your mind. 

The target of this pirate alliance. 

You were only asking for your little brother's benefit. Always about Luffy. Always for his safety. Because it was just the two of you now. You were just one year older than him, but that was enough.

“Why Doflamingo of all people?”

Law had looked at you with a scowl. You knew better than to take it to heart. If he was really upset at you, then he would've used his powers to teleport you somewhere else. 

“It's none of your business,” he said almost defensively. 

You’d let out a tired sigh. His moodiness was familiar, however, it was still draining to deal with. You understood why he kept his guard up. Still, you just wanted to know what he was getting Luffy into. Why he was dragging him into it, no matter how petty the reason.

“If it's personal, you can just say so.”

Your words seemed to catch him by surprise. Nevertheless, you gestured behind you to where most of the crew was messing around.

“We've all got baggage here. It's not my place to tell you everyone's story, but I can tell you mine if you'd like.”

You let your offer hang in the air for a moment. Watching the tension slightly dissipate from him. 

“Besides, Luffy already decided you're his friend now. Nothing's gonna change his mind from helping you.”

Law grumbled out a ‘we’re not friends’ under his breath before addressing you fully. 

“It is personal. Way more than you could imagine.”

You offered up a smile.

“That settles that. You think Sanji has anything good ready yet?”

You'd left it. You supposed he was returning the favor now. Or at the very least pitying you. It didn't really matter anyways. You could still feel eyes on you. You didn't have to look to know it was Sabo. He'd let you and Luffy stay here and you were throwing it back in his face. He was probably looking for the best time to approach you. Wanting to fix the ever growing rift.

You weren't ready yet.

That didn't mean you weren't starting to feel like shit for yelling at him.

“Am I a bad person?” You asked after a while.

“We're pirates. We're all bad people,” Law answered. 

You'd argue going against a shitty government didn't make you evil, but you didn't want to get into that. 

“Maybe that wasn't the best phrasing. I mean, am I being selfish?”

Selfish for being angry at something that was out of Sabo’s control. Selfish for wasting what little time you had with your whole family again. 

“I should be happy he's back. There's gotta be something wrong with me.” You verbalize your scattered thoughts as best you could.

This time Law was the one letting out a tired sigh. As if he was about to explain something to a child. 

“You can't control the way you feel. No matter how stupid you're being.”

It does make you feel marginally better to know your feelings are valid. The haze in your mind clears some more. You find it in yourself to tease. Though it comes out more mockingly than you would've liked.

“Is that your diagnosis, Doc?”

He doesn't take it personally.

“Being a doctor doesn't mean I'm a therapist. Still, you should talk to him. You might find some closure.”

Closure huh? Something you never got with Ace after he died. You were too late to be there for him. Never got to tell him that yes, he was worth a war. He was worth much more than that. Sabo was a different story. He was your brother, and yet so much time had passed he was practically a stranger. 

Maybe that was why it was so much easier to be mad at him. 

But you were warming up to the idea of talking. Not forgiving him, but talking.

“I'll think about it.” At last your anger had simmered down. Left in its wake was a somber bitterness. 

“How's the arm?” You changed the subject.

Law looked down at his bandaged arm. 

“Better than not having one at all. You were an even bigger fool for that stunt.”

This time you did smile.

Luffy had been busy fighting Bellamy when you heard Law shout. You trusted your brother enough to finish things. You had faith he'd find a way to win. Without a second thought, you'd jumped back up to the rooftop.

It took you all but a second to assess the situation. Seeing Law writhing on the ground in pain. His arm a few feet away from him. Your reaction was instantaneous. Giving a swing with your scythe before charging forward. No Haki or devil fruit to protect you. 

Doflamingo, the bastard he was, laughed at your attempts to strike him. 

“You really think you can beat me?”

You sliced through his string last second. However, more quickly materialized. You blocked a kick with the hilt of your scythe, skittering a few feet back. You rebounded as fast as you could, moving once more to strike. Your attempt was thwarted as soon as it started.

He'd grabbed both ends of your weapon with the silent threat of destroying it. But when he tried to use his awakening to turn it to string, the smirk vanished from his face.

“Sea prism stone!?!”

You thought on your feet. Letting go of your beloved weapon with a shove.

“Merry Christmas asshat!”

You were a firm believer in fighting dirty, especially when you were at a complete disadvantage. If he thought he could one up you, he'd better think again. Being disarmed didn't mean you were incapable of fighting back. You kicked him where the sun didn't shine as hard as you could. 

There was disbelief in his expression before he doubled over in pain. Cursing you out as you rushed over to Law. You did your best to get him up and away from the battle despite his protests. Of course you had your ass handed to you a few moments later. 

You'd say it was worth it. Law on the other hand clearly thought differently.

“He chopped your arm off and shot you. Forgive me for having a conscience,” You justified.

“Don't do it again.” 

You were surprised by the seriousness of his tone. Trying to mask the unknown feeling settling in your gut with another tease.

“Worried about me?”

It didn't alleviate the tension like you were hoping.

“If something happens to you, Strawhat will lose it. He needs to be focused when we fight Kaido. So don't be so careless with your life.”

Another valid point. Although, you could see through his aloofness. He was genuinely concerned about you. You didn't know how to feel about that. 

“I'll think about it.”

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It’s day three and Luffy decides he can't take it anymore. The tension between you and Sabo he could let go. You two were more than capable of patching things up yourselves. But you being mad at him? He can't stand it. The thought of you quitting his crew might actually kill him. 

He can't force you to stay. He can try to convince you, but he knows how stubborn you can be. All of you were stubborn in your own ways. Even if you do decide to leave, he doesn't want it to be on bad terms. 

He's half grateful, half pissy that Law was keeping you company. Out of everyone, he was the one you let be close to you? To be fair, no one else had tried. He wishes he could peek inside your head to see what's going on. See if you still wanted space. 

Luffy decides to take his chances. Approaching you like a kicked puppy. When you were little, you were always the one comforting him when Ace and Sabo got a little rough. He remembers fake crying to you just to get them in trouble. 

But then you'd hug him and tell him he just needed to push himself harder. You'd reassure him he was just as strong. His frustrations became a little more real everytime. 

He sought you out over the other two when he was upset. He knows Ace and Sabo did too. Confiding in you because you were softer. You didn't poke fun or tease when it was serious. 

Luffy’s older now, and still your comfort means everything to him. He knows you give him more leeway than anyone else. More of a chance to talk to you. 

He feels like a child again, pressing his face to your back while hugging you tightly. You tense up. For a second, he thinks you'll get up and move away from him. 

“Are you mad at me?” He asks quietly.

It nearly breaks your heart. You give in immediately. Luffy didn't do anything wrong, and you know that. He just didn't want to see his siblings fighting. You can't stay mad at him. You never could.

“...No. I'm not mad,” you responded.

“Then don't quit.” It's pleading.

Like he was scared he'd never see you again. You wouldn't have gone through with it anyway. Law having thankfully talked some sense into you. Even if that wasn't the case, Luffy's plea would have been the thing to change your mind. 

“I won't. I was just upset. I still am. But not at you, okay?” You reassure.

He nods against your back, using his devil fruit to wrap his arms around you several times. 

“Okay.”

There's a beat of silence before he speaks again.

“I love you.”

Your response came immediately.

“Love you too, you goof.”

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Day four is when you finally talk to Sabo. It wasn't in the way you expected. Or wanted for that matter. He had been keeping an eye on you since day one. Wanting to approach yet hesitating. 

You said you hated him.

He knows you didn't mean it. Hoped you didn't mean it.

It still stung though.

“She's stubborn.” Koala commented.

He would've laughed had he not felt like shit.

“She probably gets it from Ace.” 

He'd always been the one with the worst temper out of you four. Makes sense you'd pick up on it. Although you were petty enough on your own.

“I remember she got really mad at us one time because Luffy got hurt. She didn't talk to me or Ace for weeks.” The memory feels so distant now.

“What fixed it?”

“We blew a bunch of the money we saved up on a new work bench for her. Of course she was the one who made most of it anyway,” he explained.

Whereas the boys had traded off scraps, you repaired weapons. Making them look brand new when you sold them off. You were crafty for an eight year old. He wonders how much you've improved over the years.

“Don't suppose there's something in Dressrosa she wants?” 

Sabo shook his head.

Unless he could bring Ace back from the dead, he was unfortunately stuck with your ire. (He tells himself that isn't true. He's being dramatic because he's upset too.)

He could see you calmed down somewhat. You weren't isolating yourself anymore. The Surgeon of Death by your side. You were smiling at him. He remembers your smile being as big as Luffy's. Toothy to the point of showing gums. It's smaller now. Weighed down. 

A part of him is still protective over you. Watching carefully at the interaction you shared. He still remembers what him and Ace said to you when you were smaller. They'd been such children back then.

“If anyone wants to marry you, they have to beat me in a fight.” Ace declared after a boy tried to give you flowers.

Though it felt like it was coming out of nowhere for you. Your baffled expression showing as much.

“Wha? You're just gonna beat them up!” You argued.

“Not true. If they're strong, they'll win. You can't marry someone weak. We need to know you'll be in good hands.” Sabo explained.

Your frown deepened. Cheeks puffing out in a pout.

“I can take care of myself!!!” 

“You and Luffy played chicken with a beehive and bet whoever moved away first lost.” Ace pointed out. 

“I would've won if he wasn't made of rubber!”

“Our point still stands. There's nothing wrong with looking after our little sister.” Sabo have your head a pat, all the fight effectively leaving you.

“I should've been born a boy,” you mumbled.

It wasn't so much as doubting your strength, rather, they were worried someone would take advantage of yours. But they'd been too young to properly articulate it into words. 

The memory leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. You'd all changed so much. Things were so much simpler back then. You were all grown up now. More than capable enough to make your own decisions. Although you didn't have to pick one of the worst generation captains to buddy up to. 

You get up from your spot, preparing to make your way outside. You probably wanted to tinker with your scythe in private. It was one of the ways you cleared your head. 

Now was his chance. 

He was proven right in thinking you wanted to mess with your weapon. You were running your finger over the blade. It was a beautiful piece. The blade pure white with no serrated edges. Like it was a finely sharpened slab of sea prism stone. Knowing you, it probably was. You honed in your skills after all. He takes a deep breath before speaking.

“Can we please talk?”

You freeze. Hands tightening on the hilt of your scythe for a brief second. You won't swing on him. You'd never go that far. The both of you know that. You're just scared. Then it's frustration as you set your weapon down.

You can't avoid him forever. And he'd been respectful of your boundaries so far. You knew if you told him you didn't want to talk that he'd leave it. But you aren't that cruel. 

Closure, huh? It didn't sound so bad right now.

“I don't want you to leave hating me.” He admits quietly.

It makes your frustrations faulter. Your hands tremble ever so slightly.

“Maybe it's selfish, but I want to try and fix things. I want to be able to be there for both of you.”

For you and Luffy. 

He does something that shocks you next. He lifts up his pointer finger between you. Steadily, a flame builds up. The sight is so familiar it physically hurts. He'd won the devil fruit. Ace's fruit. You stop yourself from reaching towards your back. Where new scar tissue had covered up the original branding. No one else knew besides him. 

The flame disperses and you’re left missing its warmth. 

“I'm not Ace. I know you'd rather it be him that was here. I can't take his place. And I don't want to.” Another quiet admission.

Your bottom lip wobbles because that's not true. You loved Ace, yes, but you'd never trade one brother for the other. No matter how upset you were at one of them. 

“I don't know what the three of you went through after I left. I can't begin to imagine the pain you and Luffy went through after Ace's death. But I'm trying to be what you need right now. I can't make things better if you don't let me.”

The reason you'd been so upset in the first place resurfaces. The betrayal, the hurt, all of it. It takes everything in you to hold back that first tear.

“I wish I could have been at Marineford. I wish I could have remembered sooner. But I can't change what happened. I'm sorry.” 

You break. Everything spills out at once. You're back to screaming. Snot and tears running down your face. You couldn't keep everything in anymore.

“I know it's not your fault that you didn't remember! I know it wasn't Ace's fault that he died! But you still left us!!!!”

You're going into hysterics. Going to shove him but stopping. Choosing to fist at his jacket. He lets you despite his surprise.

“You promised you'd always be there to look after us!” It comes out as a screech. Accusing and broken at the same time.

Because you and Luffy were the babies. The ones to be protected. When the two of them were absent from your lives, you had to be the one to grow up next.

He understands now. Why you joined Luffy's crew. Your anger at his reappearance. All of it. He didn't know what happened after he was gone, but he knew enough from your reaction. 

Four. 

Then three. 

Then just you and Luffy.

Ace had been your rock growing up. You'd formed alliances like the little shits you were. Luffy clung to Sabo and you'd clung to Ace. It was no secret he'd hated you at first. Said all you'd do was hold them back. So you were surprised when you got hurt and he was the one taking care of you. Scolding and lecturing you for being so careless.

When the secret of his father got out, you were the first one to tell him it didn't matter what was in his blood. The first one to comfort him after he'd lashed out at Sabo and Luffy. 

He tried his hardest to shoo you away. Told you that you shouldn't be friends with a demon like him. That the blood in his veins was cursed. He was less standoffish with you than the other two. To be fair, you didn't say Rodger’s name. You'd only asked him why he was so upset. And when you got your answer, you did what you always did.

Make things better.

“You're not evil because of what's in your blood. I've seen the worst in people before.” You tried your best to soothe.

You swore the mark on your back still hurt. Though you knew all that was there now was scar tissue and a symbol that meant you were nothing. You smile at Ace all the same. 

“I'm not ready to talk about it yet, but you aren't anything like that. You're a good person Ace. You're not a demon or a monster. You're my brother.”

You didn't think you'd ever seen him cry before. He tried to hide it, but his sniffles gave it away. He acted much older than he was. You forgot he was still a kid like you sometimes. He needed reassurance just like anybody else. 

“I love you.” You added.

He went quiet for a second. Processing those three words over and over. It was like a shock to his system. When he finally looked at you, his expression was nothing but relieved.

“...Thank you for loving me.”

You never fully understood the weight on his shoulders after Sabo's death. Ace was a kid taking care of kids. He had to grow up in order to make sure you two didn't. And he didn't always get it right. Luffy let him know plenty of times when he was being too mean. But he did the best he could.

And when he left, he practically pleaded with you to follow suit. Your dream had always been different from theirs. You didn't want a life of grand adventure. ‘Freedom’ as they called it. You just wanted peace. To live in the quiet and get all old. 

He wanted more than that for you. He wanted you laughing and smiling everyday. Out in the open enjoying yourself instead of being cooped up in your workshop.

But you didn't take him up on his offer. So when you'd finally turned 17, he tried again. This time making it his priority to convince you to join Whitebeard’s crew. 

“It's not too late to change your mind. I'm sure Pops wouldn't mind having someone like you around. C’mon Y/n, let's set sail before Luffy gets back.”

You were undeniably happy he was doing well as a pirate. That he found himself a family out on the sea. But it wasn't the life for you, or so you tried to convince yourself. You laughed at his enthusiasm. Turning him down like you did the first time. 

Being the gremlin you knew him as, he called you lame before asking you for a favor. 

“Make me a ship powered by my devil fruit.”

And so you did. Something he made sure to brag about when he returned to the Moby Dick. You figured it was only a matter of time before he came back with another excuse to bother you. You were right.

Ace was persistent. Stubborn. Stopping by every now and again under the guise of needing the ship's weapons checked out. Making it a point to get you familiar with the crew. Introducing you as the best weapons master in the East Blue. And every time without fail, you said no. 

He left the offer up anyways. 

“You'll always be welcomed if you decide to join. All you have to do is ask, and I'll come get you.”

Luffy wasn't any different in that regard. He begged you to go with him before he left. Pulling you to the shore where he was preparing to take off.

“Come on! You can be my first crew member! It'll be so fun! Please!”

It was hard to say no to him. However, just this once you stood your ground. Besides, Ace was out there with him. And he'd probably throw a fit if he found out you set sail with Luffy instead.

“Maybe when you finally become the king of the pirates.” You hoped he would take the bait.

He did…Just not in the way you were expecting.

“I will! So why don't you just join right now?”

“That's cheating.”

“What? You don't believe in me?” He accused.

“Of course I do. I'm just giving you an incentive to do it sooner. Okay?”

He huffed and puffed about it, but he gave in.

“Fine.”

You understood Ace’s position it now that it was just you and Luffy. When it was just the two of you. You had to be the protector. Be the adult forced to make the hard decisions.

But you didn't have to anymore. And the realization that you can finally be weak again has you shaking with relief instead of anger and frustration.

You didn't want it to just be you and Luffy again.

You don't fight it when Sabo hesitantly wraps his arms around you. If there was one thing you missed most about being little, it was being engulfed in your older brothers’ hugs. A silent promise that you'd be okay. That there was always someone keeping an eye on you.

You were sobbing hysterically into his shirt. Clutching and grabbing onto whatever you could. He held you close, chin resting on your head. If Sabo’s being honest, he doesn't know how he's not crying with you. 

Maybe because you needed him to be strong right now. 

“I'm sorry. I promise you I'll be here from now on. No matter what.” He swears.

And you believe him. Sobbing out the fears and doubts you'd had for the past two years.

“I didn't know what to do! I was so scared!” You feel like a baby with how much you're blubbering. 

You missed being the smaller one. Having someone else look after you. You miss being comforted instead of being the one to comfort. 

His warmth is familiar. It feels like home. Like when the four of you were still together. It's as if everything muddling your mind has finally disappeared. His words of comfort at last reaching you. 

“I know. I'm so sorry Y/n. I'm here now.” He'll apologize as many times as you need to hear it. Letting you cry out everything you'd been bottling up. 

“I love you, okay?” He says softly. 

He fears you won't say it back. But he can live with that. He lived with it the first time.

“I love you too.” You responded once you calmed down enough.

It's enough. More than enough if he was being honest. He lets himself cry with you. He missed the three of you more than anything. And now that Ace had left you and Luffy as his legacy, he swore he'd protect the two of you from anything and everything. 

It was the first step in moving forward.

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An: I've got the worst one piece brainrot right now y'all. I should be studying for my final tomorrow but fuck it, we ball.

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I pronounce you sacred; my child

Can also be read on AO3.

The Donquixote Pirates weren't new to taking children into their crew, but you were the first one brought onto the ship by Corazon. Filled with guilt after realizing the way his brother plans to raise you and having learned about your past; Corazon is determined to provide you with a better life.

He escapes the ship with you and Law in tow, Corazon is willing to do anything to protect the two of you.

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, found family, cults, Doflamingo being a manipulative father figure, but he's also a little soft for reader, amnesia

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Donquixote Family.

The Donquixote pirates weren't new to taking children into their crew, but you were the first one brought onto the ship by Corazon.

Chapter 2: A part of the Family.

Corazon and Doflamingo have different ideas on what your future should look like. Unintentionally, Doflamingo changes his plans to be closer to his brother's.

Chapter 3: The Sacrifices made for you.

While you somehow become Doflamingo's favourite, Corazon does what he can do find out about the past that's been erased from your mind.

Chapter 4: Change of Plans.

Without being given enough time to think about your situation, Corazon takes you and Law on an unexpected journey.

Chapter 5: Don't lose hope.

Corazon's attempts to help Law go into nowhere, but he's not willing to give up.

Chapter 6: Good news.

An unexpected call from Doflamingo and a new plan that sounds too good to be true.

Chapter 7: ?

Coming soon.

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Imagine you’re a super villain. Through rigorous investigation you finally found out the secret civilian identity of your superhero arch nemesis. The one who constantly foiled your plans. You sneak into his house and wait for him to sleep.  Once he was out like a light and snoring soundly you loom over him and savor your victory for just a moment. So peaceful. So vulnerable.  You move your arm to strike him but he suddenly grabs it, at first you think he was luring you close to counterattack, but you soon realize he was just moving in his sleep. You try to struggle, but his forte is super strength and you are utterly immobilized. After several hours of being tightly held close you finally succumb to exhaustion and fall asleep in his arms. When he wakes up and sees you in his arms he is surprised but overjoyed, he rips that mask off your face and kisses you deeply after admiring what you look like without it on. He always knew the tension between the two of you was love, and finding you here in his arms confirmed everything. You clearly wanted him as much as he wanted you, you had probably been acting out as a villain this whole time just to get his attention. But your super villain past didn’t matter now, what mattered was that you were with him in his house and you were never going to leave. 

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You fucking wish the author was dead. The author is on twitter

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nosotras tres nunca vamos a dejar de ser las forras de la región ni en una fantasía de los juegos del hambre en tiktok vieron

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The year is 2025, a cliche zombie virus break out, but it's not like TV; it's slow and boring and nothing really comes out of it, in a few years most of humanity has adapted to the zombies.

Traffic is slowed down because a zombie has found its way on the highway and nobody wants to get bitten, they can't shoot it because the zombie has an ID vest, meaning that it has living family who couldn't afford to pay for the humane execution (because funeral homes won't do it themselves) so the body could be buried. The cheapest solution (that many took due to finantial reasons) was to just pay for an ID vest and let the body roam, because killing zombies is incredibly disrespectful and anti-ethical to the living members of the family.

Police arrives and remove the zombie, you resume your morning routine and hear on the radio that the goverment is actually considering passing a law that would allow hunters to kill unindetified zombies or those who have outlived their families (mostly the homeless) after a Tiktok challenge where teens tried to steal jewelry of the wandering zombies (dubbed 'smacking') went incredibly wrong. Years ago there would be an outroar as people saw killing zombies as anti-ethical but people are incredibly fed up with the zombies getting in the way of their work.

The law passes but hunters quickly break the law by also killing the ID zombies but since those belonged to poor families, they can't afford a lawyer, the only ones who could afford to presecute the hunters were followers of some weird instagram celebrity gury cult who believed the state of zombification is a natural part of the body, where the body would wander until it found it's last resting place before it finally passed away. The body without a soul meant it also could not sin, therefore, the longer a zombie wanders the world the longer it suffers to attone for it's sin and has its conscience cleared by the power of the Moon and stars.

On the other hand, tech bros and megacorps dump billion of dollars after a viral video of an employee died on site and reanimated into a zombie but kept working for aproximately 3 minutes before starting to bite people, into scientific research that zombies could be used as cheap labor. Scientists discover that zombies who did the same repetitive tasks for years may continue those tasks even in their state of zombification, the megacorps soon start a program in which "Associatives can become a permanent member of the family!" where people were contractually obligated to work ungodly hours to hijack their systems so they would become literaly dead slaves of the system. This practice was named 'necromancy'.

Any scientist that goes public after making progress for a zombie cure either disappears or commits "suicide" right after

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INGESTED not just chewed on to clarify lol. based on real responses from my groupchat

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just saw a sticker of milei in a public place. well its not there anymore

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Your gender is now the first randomized wikipedia article you get. No rerolls.

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