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Oyaji Knows All

The next morning, the deck of the Moby Dick was unusually quiet.

Which meant, of course, something deeply stupid had just happened or was about to.

Lex had just finished breakfast (courtesy of Thatch, who suspiciously didn’t stop grinning the whole time), when the ship rumbled with the unmistakable sound of Oyaji’s laugh—deep, booming, and echoing across the sea like a living legend announcing himself.

“Gurararara!!”

Lex flinched.

Ace choked on his rice ball.

Marco sighed like a man who knew this was coming.

From his massive seat, Whitebeard tilted his head back and grinned, that legendary bisento resting beside him like a casual accessory.

“Ace,” he rumbled. “Come here, son.”

Ace winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh… hey, Pops. What’s up?”

Lex tried to slink away, but Oyaji’s sharp eyes landed on her too. “You. Stay.”

She froze like a startled cat.

Whitebeard took a dramatic sip from his sake bottle, then peered down at the two of them with all the weight and authority of a man who’d adopted over a hundred disaster children and lived to tell the tale.

“So,” he said, voice slow and rich, “I hear there’s been a lot of talking in your sleep, Ace.”

Ace immediately pointed at Marco. “I told you not to tell him!”

Marco raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “You confessed your undying love loud enough to wake the crow’s nest. He felt it in his bones.”

Thatch, somewhere nearby, let out a laugh-snort. “We had to submit a formal report, you dolt!”

Whitebeard chuckled. “Gurarara! It’s not every day one of my sons tries to propose in his sleep. Repeatedly.”

Lex buried her face in her hands. Ace looked like he wanted to burst into flames and vanish forever.

“But…” Oyaji’s tone softened slightly. “I suppose… if there’s someone aboard you’d give up your last meat skewer for…”

Ace perked up slightly. “That’s a big deal for me, y'know.”

Whitebeard nodded. “I know. That’s why I approve.”

Both Ace and Lex blinked.

“You—what?” Lex said flatly.

Whitebeard shrugged, a giant, amused dad through and through. “What? You make him less stupid. I like that. Keep doing it.”

The crew exploded into cheering and applause. Confetti rained from somewhere. Izo was crying. Marco sighed.

Ace beamed, the biggest, dopiest grin on his face. “Thanks, Pops.”

Lex groaned. “I should’ve just thrown you overboard the first time you sleep-proposed.”

Whitebeard laughed again, then raised his sake bottle.

“To Ace and Lex,” he called. “May your wedding have meat skewers, cinnamon, and Marco in a dress.”

“NO.” Marco shouted.

“YES,” replied literally everyone else.

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Sleep Talker

(I am absolutely making two more apart of this. They are in my drafts. Hope you guys love it)

Next —>

There were only three guarantees in life aboard the Moby Dick:

1. Thatch would flirt with anything that had a pulse,

2. Marco would pretend not to care while absolutely caring too much, and

3. Portgas D. Ace talked in his sleep.

Not normal sleep talk. Not harmless mumbling.

No.

Ace gave declarations, confessions, and narrated full-blown romantic sagas, all while unconscious—and somehow, it was always about Lex.

The first time Lex noticed, it was subtle.

She’d passed by the galley early one morning and found Ace slumped face-down on the table, a half-eaten chicken leg in hand.

He mumbled softly:

“Mmm… Lex… don’t hide the pineapple again… ‘s not fair… I’ll trade you my soul. And dessert.”

She blinked.

“...What?”

Thatch, sitting across from him, immediately perked up like a wolf smelling gossip. “Ohhh? Is he talking about you?”

“No, shut up.”

It escalated quickly.

That night, as the crew lounged around, Lex was sitting on a barrel, calmly sharpening her daggers (for therapeutic reasons). Ace had fallen asleep nearby with a book on his face.

Suddenly, from under the book:

“Lex… if we got married, could we make Marco wear a dress to the wedding…?”

The silence was deafening.

Then:

“Oh my god,” Izo gasped, delighted.

“YES,” Thatch howled, clutching his stomach.

“I got a pink one that’ll match his sour expression!” Vista added.

Marco, sipping his drink, didn't look up. “If anyone tries to put me in a dress, I’m torching this entire ship.”

By week two, the crew had developed a full-on Ace Sleep Talk Watch Club™.

They would place bets. Popcorn was involved. Someone made a bingo board with phrases like “Lex’s hair smells like heaven,” “marriage proposal,” “pancakes,” and “Lex stole my pants again.”

And Lex?

Lex was losing her mind.

One night, she found Ace passed out on the deck under the stars, drooling slightly.

Curious (okay, maybe a little weak), she crouched down beside him.

His nose twitched.

“Lex…”

“Yeah?” she whispered instinctively, before realizing he was asleep.

“You’re the only one I’d share my last meat skewer with…”

Her heart did an embarrassing little flip-flop.

“Stupid,” she muttered, turning red. “Don’t say stuff like that…”

He continued:

“Also… pretty sure I’m in love with you… but don’t tell anyone. ‘Specially not Marco. He’ll mock me ‘til I die again.”

A snort came from behind her.

Lex froze. Slowly turned her head.

Marco, Vista, and Thatch were all crouched behind crates with snacks and matching “Sleep Talk Watch Club” t-shirts. (I did this for my delusion and because I feel like they would do his)

Thatch waved. “You guys want popcorn? It's sea salt and betrayal flavored.”

Lex stood up, dagger in hand.

They ran.

The next morning, Ace woke up to Lex sitting on his chest, glaring.

“Okay,” he croaked. “Either this is a weird dream or I died. Again.”

She poked his forehead. “You need to stop talking in your sleep.”

“Did I propose again?”

“Yes.”

“Was it the pancake wedding one?”

“No. This time you confessed your love and said you’d give me your last meat skewer.”

Ace blinked. “...Wow. That’s serious.”

Lex leaned closer. “So… were you dreaming all that, or…?”

Ace yawned. “Nah. I dream of meat. The rest is just feelings I never shut up about.”

She raised an eyebrow. “So you are in love with me?”

He grinned lazily. “I thought the sleep-talking made that obvious?”

There was a long pause.

Then, to Ace’s shock, Lex smacked him in the face with a pillow.

“You’re an idiot,” she said—grinning—and walked away.

From the crows’ nest, a cheer erupted.

“WE GOT CONFESSION BINGO, BABY!” shouted Haruta.

“Someone wake Oyaji!” yelled Thatch. “We need to report Ace finally used his brain cells!”

That night, Ace fell asleep curled up next to Lex in a hammock they definitely weren't sharing before.

With his arms around her, he mumbled:

"Lex… you smell like victory… and maybe cinnamon…”

She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t move.

“I hate how cute you are when you’re asleep,” she whispered.

Ace snorted.

“…I’m awake, you know.”

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🔥🍍 Marco the Phoenix Masterlist 🍍🔥

“Even flames can be gentle when they’re wrapped around love.”

Updated: July 23, 2025

📖 Multichapter Series

🧵 Threads of Red — Soulmate AU

“They say everyone’s born with a red string tied to their pinky — a thread of fate. But what happens when yours leads you to a man who’s already died in fire and risen again?”

Prologue: Emberlight

Chapter 1: Smoke and Salt

Chapter 2: Burning Bright

Chapter 3: Tethered

.....

🏷️ Tags: #soulmate au #marco x reader #threads of red

💌 One Shots

🔥 Molten Gold

You find Marco asleep in the sun, shirt half undone — and he pulls you into the warmth without even waking up.

Fluff • Cozy Vibes

🌙 Ashes Under Moonlight

You and Marco share watch duty. Under the quiet stars, the truth finally slips free.

Slow Burn • Confession

💔 Scorched Wings

During a fight, Marco gets hurt — badly. You patch him up, but nothing prepares you for what he says next.

Hurt/Comfort

My Dove (it's gonna be a suprise)

💭 Headcanons

Dating Marco Headcanons

Marco Jealousy Moments

Marco Taking Care of You When You’re Sick

First “I Love You” With Marco

🔥 NSFW (18+)

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🔥 Like Fire, Like Honey

He’s gentle until he’s not.

Soft Dom Marco • Praise Kink

🔥 The Commanders Quarters

You walk in at the wrong time. Or maybe… the right time.

Teasing • Semi-Public

📝 NSFW Headcanons: Marco Edition

(Not written yet)

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✎ ONE-SHOTS

📌 Threads of Red

Soulmate AU | You were born with a red thread on your wrist. You never expected it to lead you to a man like Trafalgar Law.

➤ Tags: soulmate au, emotional tension, slow burn vibes, fate meets free will

📌 Pulse

Law lets you patch him up—but your touch lingers longer than expected.

➤ Tags: soft moments, doctor x reader, mutual awareness, quiet vulnerability

📌 Lingering

He never lets anyone touch him. But when it’s you, he doesn’t pull away.

➤ Tags: post-battle comfort, introspective, trust

📌 Stay

A moment of calm on the Polar Tang leads to something unspoken.

➤ Tags: soft domestic vibes, hidden feelings

💭 HEADCANONS

➤ How Law Shows He Cares (Without Saying It)

It’s the little things: bandaging your wounds, remembering your schedule, looking at you like you're the only calm in his chaos.

➤ Dating Law Would Include…

Late nights in the infirmary, cold fingers that warm over time, and secrets shared under flickering hallway lights.

🧭 SERIES

Title TBD

Enemies to reluctant allies to… whatever this is. Set during the Dressrosa arc.

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Pulse

The room was quiet in that familiar, humming way the Polar Tang always was at night. The sound of water pressing against the submersible hull created a soft, muffled pressure that grounded Ren more than she liked to admit.

It was late.

She was already prepping the infirmary for tomorrow’s supply check when the door slid open.

She didn’t need to turn.

“You’re bleeding,” Ren said simply, placing down the vial in her hand.

Law’s voice came, calm and low. “Not badly.”

“That’s never stopped you from waiting too long before.”

There was no bite in her tone. Just observation.

When she finally turned to look at him, her breath caught for half a second. Not because the injury was bad—it was a shallow cut across his lower ribs, likely from a blade—but because his shirt was already half off, and the quiet strain in his expression told her he’d pushed too far again.

“Sit,” she said, nodding toward the exam bed.

He did without argument, which was unusual in itself.

Ren moved on instinct. She'd done this many times before, patching him up after late-night ambushes or impulsive solo runs. Always calm. Always professional.

But tonight… her hands were slower. Her gaze lingered.

She knelt in front of him with a tray of gauze and disinfectant and reached out to lift the hem of his shirt just a bit more. His skin was warm beneath her gloves, the edges of the wound already crusted with dried blood.

He didn’t flinch. He never did.

“You were alone again,” she said softly.

Law exhaled through his nose. “Didn’t need backup.”

“You always say that.”

“I’m still standing.”

“Barely,” she murmured.

She pressed the gauze gently to the wound, and for a moment, her hand stilled. Her fingers lingered, just beside the cut, on unbroken skin. She didn’t mean to.

Or maybe she did.

Law’s eyes were on her—she could feel the weight of them, heavy and unreadable.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he said.

“I always am when I’m worried.”

A beat passed.

“I thought you were used to this by now.”

“I’m not sure I want to be,” Ren whispered, almost too softly for even herself.

Law’s gaze didn’t leave her. She finished cleaning the wound and moved to bandage it, but her hand paused again—flat against his ribs now, palm splayed gently over his heartbeat.

A steady rhythm. Strong. Constant.

Alive.

“Ren,” he said, and something in the way he said her name made her look up.

His voice was low, but not cold. Not distant. Not with her.

“You’re shaking,” he said.

She was. Just slightly.

Her thumb traced a slow circle on his skin, and she hated herself for it—but she didn’t pull away.

“And your heart’s racing,” he added, quieter now.

“So is yours,” she whispered.

Silence.

Not awkward. Not painful.

Just full.

Full of everything they never said. Everything they let live in moments like this—in lingering touches and quiet nights and careful fingers over old wounds.

“I can stop,” Ren said, her hand finally starting to pull back.

But Law caught her wrist.

His fingers curled gently around hers, not tight, not commanding. Just there.

“Don’t,” he said.

And she didn’t.

They stayed like that. Her hand over his pulse, his over hers. The kind of silence that said everything words couldn’t.

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Burning Bright

Summary: A quiet night on the Moby Dick, filled with unspoken feelings. And Thatch and Marco are just sick of you two dancing around each other.

💬 Tags: slow burn, friends to lovers, meddling friends, fluff

Authors note: Oh and Thatch losing his mind

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The sun had long since disappeared, swallowed by the sea like a secret. On deck, the Moby Dick rested in her usual evening calm—gentle waves, creaking wood, and that low hum of a ship that had weathered years of wind and salt.

Hana sat near the edge of the deck, legs dangling over the side, a blanket wrapped loosely around her shoulders. The breeze lifted strands of her hair, carrying with it the warmth of the day that still lingered in the wood beneath her.

She didn't flinch when Ace approached. His footsteps were unmistakable—easy, almost lazy, and far too familiar.

“You’ll catch a cold out here,” he said, but there was no real concern in his voice. Just that teasing lilt he always carried when talking to her.

“I’ve got fire nearby,” Hana said with a smile, not looking at him.

Ace plopped down beside her with a grin, one hand resting behind his head, the other toying with a loose thread on her blanket.

“Smart,” he said. “I’m good for something.”

Hana glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “Only when you're not asleep standing up or setting things on fire.”

“Hey, I meant to light that grill on purpose.”

“That was the medic’s laundry line.”

“…Right.”

They both laughed, quiet and easy. It was always like this—comfortable, almost too comfortable. The kind of closeness that tiptoed over something more, but never quite landed. Neither of them seemed in any hurry to move it forward.

But others were definitely getting impatient.

From behind a stack of crates, Thatch was dramatically cramming a cookie into his mouth, muttering, “They’re doing it again. Sitting there, flirting, pretending they’re just friends. I’m gonna lose it.”

“Yoi, calm down,” Marco replied, arms crossed as he leaned against the mast. “You say this every night.”

“Because they do this every night! It’s exhausting. I’m suffering.”

“You could stop spying on them,” Marco suggested.

Thatch ignored him completely. “They’re perfect for each other. They do everything together. She even brings him snacks during meetings. Snacks, Marco. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”

“I mean… she also brings me snacks.”

Thatch gasped. “You shut your mouth. That means nothing.”

Marco sighed and ran a hand down his face. “If it bothers you that much, just shove them into each other and call it a day.”

“Tempting.”

Back at the railing, Ace stretched out, glancing sidelong at Hana. The firelight from the nearby lantern flickered across her face, and he studied it like he didn’t mean to, like he couldn’t help it.

“You ever think about leaving all this behind someday?” he asked quietly.

She tilted her head. “You mean the sea?”

“Yeah. Just… stopping. Somewhere quiet. A cabin. No bounties. No Marines. Just peace.”

She thought for a moment. “Sounds nice. But only if I’m not alone.”

Ace was quiet. For a man who wielded fire, he had a talent for freezing in moments like this. He scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting away.

“I wouldn’t mind if it was you,” he said finally.

Hana blinked. Her heart flipped somewhere in her chest.

“You mean that?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”

Silence.

Then:

“JUST KISS ALREADY!”

Both Ace and Hana whipped their heads around in unison.

Thatch was standing on a crate, arms thrown in the air like he’d been holding back a scream for weeks.

Marco stood next to him, utterly unamused. “He couldn’t help himself.”

Hana’s face burned. “Thatch—!”

“I’m begging you, Ace,” Thatch pleaded dramatically. “Just do it. Or tell her you love her. Or hold her hand. Something. I’m losing years of my life.”

Ace looked like he wanted to set Thatch’s pants on fire.

But then his gaze shifted to Hana, and his grin softened into something real. Something quiet and steady, like the flame he always tried to downplay.

“I do love you, you know,” he said, like it wasn’t a confession but a truth he’d carried for ages.

Her breath caught.

“I love you too.”

And that was it. No fireworks, no dramatic music.

Just a quiet lean forward, their foreheads resting together, his hand warm over hers.

Behind them, Thatch collapsed dramatically onto the deck, hands over his heart. “Finally.”

Marco patted his shoulder. “You can sleep tonight.”

Thatch groaned. “Not until I write a song about this.”

End.

Or

Is it?

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🔥 Portgas D. Ace Masterlist 🔥

“The fire burns, but so does the love.”

A collection of fics, headcanons, and imagines dedicated to the one and only Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates.

🧭 One Shots (maybe two shots)

"Heatwave" — Ace gets stranded with you on a tropical island (totally not because of Thatch and Marco), and things heat up in more ways than one.

Genre: Adventure/Romance

"Sleep Talker"— Ace has a habit of saying the most interesting things in his sleep… especially when you’re around. 2.

Genre: Fluff/Crack

"Burning Bright" — A quiet night on the Moby Dick, filled with unspoken feelings. And Thatch being nosey

❤️‍🔥 Soulmate AU – Threads of Red

"The Thread Burns Bright" — In a world where soulmates are connected by an invisible red thread, Ace never believed in fate—until the thread tugged him toward you.

Genre: Soulmate AU

🔥 Headcanons

Dating Ace Would Include…

Clingy naps

Hot hands 24/7

Terrible but cute pickup lines

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Ace as a Dad

Think: chaos, burnt pancakes, warm hugs, and fireproof baby clothes

Genre: Domestic Fluff

📜 Drabbles & Prompts

“You’re warm. I like that.”

“If I get burned, will you kiss it better?”

“I think your fire is beautiful… even when it scares you.”

(Or whatever you guys want)

🧨 NSFW (18+) (yes I know I wrote in my guidelines that I wouldn't.. but it's Ace..and my blog my rules..I get to break them. I don't want to hear it)

> 🔞 Read at your own risk – content under this section contains mature themes.

"Inferno" — Ace is tired, frustrated, and in need of a release. You’re more than happy to help.

Genre: Smut

"Burn Slow" — Slow, teasing touches under the moonlight. Ace takes his time with you.

Genre: Smut/Soft Dom

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Sunlight Between Storms

Mira had reached a breaking point.

Not the dramatic, falling-on-your-knees-in-the-rain kind. More like the accidentally-punched-yourself-in-the-face-while-putting-on-a-shirt kind.

It started with her slipping on soap and landing face-first into a bucket of mop water. Then she tripped over Chopper’s medical books (which he apologized for with a full diagnostic check-up), got roasted by Nami for misplacing a log pose she never even touched, and accidentally triggered one of Franky’s “DO NOT PRESS THIS BUTTON EVER” buttons.

The deck had been slightly on fire for seven minutes.

So now, Mira sat on the very tip of the Sunny’s lion figurehead, arms wrapped around her knees, glaring into the sea like she could vaporize her bad luck with sheer willpower.

Then—

WHUMP.

A body flopped beside her with all the grace of a flying fish smacking into a window.

“YO, MIRA!” Luffy grinned, chin propped on the railing like a golden retriever who just discovered gravity.

She sighed. “Captain. What part of ‘leave me alone with my spiraling thoughts’ was unclear?”

“All of it!” he beamed. “So I came to help!”

“Help how?” she asked, side-eyeing him.

“I brought you this!”

He held up… a banana. With a smiley face drawn on it in permanent marker. It had googly eyes.

“…What is that?”

“It’s your emotional support banana,” he said, like it was obvious. “He’s called Sir Peels-a-Lot.”

Mira blinked.

“Thanks, I hate it.”

“Perfect,” Luffy said cheerfully. “He works best under emotional distress!”

She bit back a laugh.

Luffy leaned closer, balancing upside-down off the figurehead like a bat. “So why the long face? Did Zoro call you the wrong name again? He called me Lampy for a week.”

Mira sighed. “I just had a dumb day. Everything went wrong. I even fell in a bucket.”

He gasped. “A BUCKET?! The betrayal!”

She nodded. “Right? I trusted that bucket.”

He made a very serious face and held a finger to the sky. “Then we must duel the Bucket Clan at dawn.”

Mira snorted.

“Also,” he added, “Nami’s not even mad about the log pose anymore. She’s mad at Sanji for breathing too loud.”

“That sounds about right.”

“And Franky said the button you pressed probably didn’t release any weaponized jellyfish. So we’re clear!”

“…Wait, probably?!”

Luffy just grinned. “Don’t worry. If jellyfish attack, we’ll punch them.”

“You can’t punch jellyfish, Luffy. They’re squishy.”

“That’s what makes it a challenge.”

Mira laughed. A full-on, belly-shaking, I-give-up-you-win kind of laugh.

Luffy’s grin stretched wide. “There it is. The Mira laugh. I was lookin’ for that.”

She wiped her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yup,” he said proudly. “And you’re my friend. So when you feel stormy, I’m the sun.”

Mira blinked. “That was… surprisingly poetic.”

He immediately ruined it by getting his foot stuck in the railing and falling backward with a yelp.

She burst out laughing again as he dangled there, upside down, his hat somehow still on his head.

“LUFFY, ARE YOU OKAY?!”

“YEP! Just hangin’ out!”

Mira shook her head, stood, and offered her hand. “Come on, sunshine. Let’s go inside before you fall again.”

Luffy took her hand with a grin. “Nah. I never fall. I just… dramatically relocate.”

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🧭 Monkey D. Luffy Masterlist 🍖

"I’m gonna be King of the Pirates... and maybe your soulmate, too." — Monkey D. Luffy (the other part is my delusion)

🌿 Headcanons

✧ Cuddling with Luffy

✧ Luffy When He’s in Love

✧ Touch-Starved Luffy

✧ Protective!Luffy Headcanons

✧ Luffy + Physical Affection

✧ Luffy's Love Language

🍓 One-Shots

✧ “Dockside Daydreams”

You fall asleep near the Sunny’s edge, and Luffy keeps watch.

✧ “Late Night Cravings”

Luffy sneaks into the kitchen—you catch him red-handed, and he ropes you into a midnight snack.

✧ “First Fight, First Kiss”

Luffy doesn’t understand why you're upset... until he does.

✧"Sunlight Between Storms"

Luffy comforts you after a rough day, in his own chaotic way.

☠️ Series

✧ “Anchor Me” (Hurt/Comfort, Found Family)

Luffy rescues you from a Marine facility, and healing begins in the warmth of the Sunny.

Part 1 (soon, I promise. It's in my drafts. I have a lot of stuff in my drafts)

💫 Soulmate AU

✧ “Threads of Red” (Soulmate AU – Red String of Fate)

Everyone is born with a red thread, tying them to their soulmate. Luffy never really cared—until his started tugging.

✧ Soulmate AU Headcanons

How Luffy would act in a world where soulmates exist.

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Headcanons, One-Shots & Series

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🌪️ Monkey D. Dragon

"Blood in the wind"

🔗 Blood in the wind

📝 In the eye of the revolution, Dragon finds something—someone—worth holding onto.

💬 Tags: angst, emotional tension, slow burn

🍖 Monkey D. Luffy

"Sunlight Between Storms"

(Written)

📝 Luffy comforts you after a rough day, in his own chaotic way.

💬 Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, gn!reader

Luffy Masterlist

🔥 Portgas D. Ace

"Burning Bright"

(Written)

📝 A quiet night on the Moby Dick, filled with unspoken feelings.

💬 Tags: slow burn, friends to lovers

Ace Masterlist

🧭 Trafalgar Law

"Pulse"

(Written)

📝 Law lets you patch him up—but your touch lingers longer than expected.

💬 Tags: angst, soft moments, doctor x reader

Law Masterlist

⚔️ Series: "Through the Grand Line"

📝 A reader-insert series exploring love and loyalty across the seas.

📚 Characters: Law, Ace, Zoro

📖 Parts:

• Part 1: East Blue Beginnings

• Part 2: Whitebeard’s War

• Part 3: Red Line Reunion

💥 Upcoming:

"Heatwave" (Sabo x Reader)

"Marked by the Sea" (Zoro x Reader Soulmate AU)

"The not so secret sister" (young!Monkey D. Garp)

"My Dove" (Marco the Phoenix)

Marco the Phoenix Masterlist

My requests are always open ❤️❤️❤️❤️

🔄 LAST UPDATED: July 2025