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zoro-sremedy · 2 months ago

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In the fine print. Three. After hours

Brief summary:

A merger puts them on opposite sides of the table… and then all over each other. Sex, secrets, and sabotage—falling wasn’t part of the plan, but some deals are made in whispers and signed between the sheets.

Word Count: 7.3k

Risk assessment 18+ mdni, smut and crack, stablished relationship, reader is unprotected, spanking, backshots, soft dom/dom vibes.

a/n: i know it's long, but it'll be worth it, trust me. or maybe i'm putting myself up on a pedestal? who knows, i really enjoyed writing this for purely selfish reasons and i share it just for that too! hehe

If there was a chirp in your step or a shine in your aura, nobody commented. But you could fucking feel it and wanted to make it stop. But how could you? Zoro's morning text just made your day and the thought of finally having him all to yourself had you all giddy.

After a quick update to Izo who wanted to know if you hooked up, then the Ace situation—he promised he would skin Ace alive himself. Which you hope he does. Then the day happened by you fast between documents and sorting things out to start the process of the upscale of the eastern docks.

By the time lunch came around, you and your secretary were having lunch when you heard the ping of your phone take you out of your gossipy moment with her. Seeing Zoro's name bright on your screen had your full attention now, but not in good news.

Zoro:

Hope you're having a nice lunch, unlike me trapped in a boring ass meeting. Have some… bad news.

You:

I am, not a prisoner of work at the moment, sorry to hear that. What happened?

Zoro replied instantly:

We're going to have to cancel our meet up. Someone fucked something up in America and I'll be leaving after this meeting for a few days to see what's going on.

You deflated completely, your perky demeanor so gone that even your secretary asked if there was anything wrong.

You:

Oh, shit. It's okay, I understand. Trust me, have a safe trip to the States 😘

You assured your secretary everything was okay and thought he wouldn't probably text back. Instead, he decided to give you a call. You were very surprised by this, excusing yourself a moment to go far away from the people. "Hello?" You answered a little dubious, perhaps he butt dialed?

But his deep voice came out just as clear, "Love." You couldn't deny the way the new nickname settled on you made your knees weak a little. But you wouldn't let it show, not right now.

You could hear the exasperated sigh that left his body, "you sound upset," you quipped back playfully. He chuckled a little, "I am upset. Was looking forward to dessert tonight."

You could feel the heat rise to your ears, the reminder of the promise lingering with an air of desire. "Me too. But you know, work is work," you answered like a kid not getting their promised candy. He was not any better, listening to your voice on the phone made him just want to drop everything, but if he was anything but disciplined. "Fuck work, I'm so firing someone today."

This made an honest laugh leave your body that made him relax in his chair, "I really wanted to see you." He added, this time softer, warmer and it made you happy, to see he was not the only one feeling this.

"Me too, kinda' miss those lips on me." He groaned in return as you laughed softly once again. "Please, don't do this to me now. I might not even make it to the airport."

He's so cute like this. "And we wouldn't want that, of course." You answered back teasingly. "I don't want it, it's such bad timing." He complained, almost child-like.

It was all really cute, honestly. "Go, Zoro. I'll be right here when you come back," you promised him, "I'll take care of you once you're back."

You could hear him take a breath in, "Promise?"

"Pinky swear, love"

He chuckled, satisfied with the answer, "I'll make it as quick as possible." You looked at the flower on the bushes, wondering if they always looked this cute. "Please do."

The call ended on a light note and some promises that had to be kept or you'd combust.

Later that night, after having to bring some documents home and a wine bottle. Zoro's name lights up on your phone.

Zoro:

Landed. Missing you already. Promise me you’re behaving.

You:

Depends on your definition of behaving 😇

Zoro:

Don’t make me get on the next flight back. I will.

Next day, during work:

You:

You alive or did corporate America eat you?

Zoro:

Barely alive. Missed lunch because these suits can’t get their shit together. Thinking about you is the only thing keeping me sane. How's work over there?

You:

You’re so dramatic. 😭 But also you’re cute. I'm swamped, like pulling nights kind of swamp.

Zoro:

Take good care of yourself. Don't wanna see you all burnt out, love.

That evening:

Zoro:

Can’t sleep. Jetlag. Wanna hear your voice.

You:

If I call you right now I’ll end up saying things I shouldn’t. 😳

Zoro:

That’s exactly why you should.

Day before his return:

You:

Are you back tomorrow?

Zoro:

Yeah. You’re the first person I wanna see.

You:

Come visit me for lunch then, Mr. Businessman. 🍱

Zoro:

Careful. Might not let you leave the elevator after.

You don't know how he managed to fix it in just 2 days, but you were not going to complain. You updated Izo on the recent and very frequent texting, which was delighted, already talking about you and Zoro as a power couple on social media because you both looked insanely good together.

Next day rolled fast under piles of work, you were honestly wondering where all this work was coming from because it had you really stressed, and it showed. And honestly? The only person helping you pull through was Zoro, the idea of seeing him today made you pull through the morning rush of paperwork while still looking half decent.

You were waiting by the lobby of the building where the restaurant was, scrolling through your phone when you caught sight of him—Zoro, in a crisp dark suit, no tie, a few buttons undone like he couldn't be bothered, walking toward you with that lazy, confident stride that made your chest tighten.

His hair was messy, probably from rushing through home to change after arriving. His eyes locked on you like he could eat you alive.

"Hey, love," he said, voice low enough to feel like a secret.

You barely had time to respond before he leaned down, pressed a quick kiss to your temple—innocent enough for the public, but the way his hand brushed the small of your back made heat bloom under your skin.

"You look great," he muttered under his breath, just for you.

You guided him toward the elevator, pretending you weren't wildly aware of how good he looked, or how many people were definitely stealing glances.

The elevator dinged open. Empty.

You both stepped inside.

The moment the doors slid shut, he was on you—backing you into the mirrored wall, mouth claiming yours in a kiss so fierce and starved it knocked the breath from your lungs.

You gasped against his mouth, fingers tangling in his shirt. His hands framed your face, tilting it up so he could kiss you deeper, slower, like he needed to make it count.

"Fuck," he muttered, forehead pressing against yours when he finally pulled back. His breathing was rough, like he'd just fought a damn battle. "Been thinking about this for days," he confessed.

You grinned, breathless. Lip gloss smeared between each other. "Guess I was worth surviving corporate America for." He laughed—low and sinful—then kissed you again, softer this time, slower, like he was memorizing the taste of you.

The elevator chimed.

You barely had time to fix your hair before the doors opened to your floor, and a group of people nearly walked into you both.

Zoro just smirked, tugged you protectively into his side, and whispered against your ear:

"Next time, I'm not letting you get away that easily."

You finally made it to a sky-high restaurant with an amazing view. “I promised I’ll take care of you once you’re back, so this is on me.” Zoro just gave you a long stare and flicked on your forehead softly. “Over my dead body, you yourself are enough, silly.”

You found a corner booth, and Zoro slid beside you, not across from you. You raised an eyebrow at that, but he said nothing, heart stupidly happy at how natural it felt. He just sat back, one arm thrown lazily over the backrest behind you, like he couldn't help but keep you close.

"So," you said, grinning over your menu. "Survived America?"

Zoro gave a grunt, rolling his eyes. "Barely. Bunch of idiots. Took everything not to walk out halfway through the meetings." He looked over at you, smirking a little softer now. "Only stayed because of the promise you made."

You felt your cheeks warm, hiding behind your menu. "Oh, come on," you teased.

"What?", he quipped, smirking at your flustering.

You kicked him lightly under the table to hide how flustered you were to no avail. He just chuckled, grabbing a fry from the little basket the waiter dropped off.

The conversation flowed so easily after that—

Between bites of food, you caught up: work chaos, stupid office gossip, your secretary's latest crush, Ace still being Ace (Zoro muttered something about "wringing his neck" that made you snort into your drink).

Zoro listened like it was the most important story he'd ever heard. Leaning in, nodding, sometimes reaching out to tuck a strand behind your ear without thinking.

But God, he made it hard.

"And you?" you asked finally, poking a fry at him. "Other than almost murdering your team?" Zoro shrugged, catching the fry from your hand and eating it— smirking when your mouth dropped open a little at his boldness.

"Nothing interesting. Meetings, flights, missing you."

He said it like he was telling you what the weather was—casual, simple—but his eyes pinned you to your seat.

You opened your mouth to answer but the heat rising up your neck gave you away first. Zoro just grinned like he knew exactly what he was doing.

"You look tired, though," he said, brushing his thumb lightly against the corner of your mouth to catch a crumb. His voice dropped lower. "Working too hard, huh?"

You swallowed thickly, nodding.

"I don't like it," he said simply. "You need to rest too. Not just work yourself into the ground."

The way he said it—not bossy, not teasing, just worried—it wrapped around you like a hug you didn’t know you needed.

"I'll rest soon," you promised, voice quieter. "I know," he muttered, like he was already planning to make sure of it himself.

You finished your food between more soft teasing and warm glances that spoke louder than words. By the time lunch ended, you didn't realize you hadn't stopped smiling once.

At the door, he caught your hand for a moment—not pulling you closer, just lacing your fingers together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He squeezed your hand once, then let go, walking you back to your building. The connection between you thrummed—strong, steady, impossible to ignore.

And you knew, deep in your chest:

This wasn't just flirting anymore.

This was becoming something real.

The next few days blurred into each other.

Work picked up like it had a personal vendetta against you, and overtime became your new normal. You barely had time to breathe, much less flirt—but Zoro never let you drift too far.

Texts here and there. Short calls on your late drives home. Little pictures he sent you—sometimes of his food with captions like "missing my lunch date," sometimes of sunsets with no caption at all, just because he thought you'd like them after you told him you loved them.

It was easy. Comfortable in a way that almost scared you. You didn't have to play games or play hard to get. He just… chose you. Quietly, consistently, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

And fuck, you wanted to see him again. You needed to see him.

You were working late again when you heard the buzz of your office intercom. You blinked at it, frowning. You hadn't ordered anything, had you?

"Miss, uh," the receptionist's voice crackled through, sounding a little flustered. "There's a, uh… a very large man here. Says he's here for you?"

You stifled a laugh.

Only one man fit that description.

"Send him up," you said, already smiling.

A few minutes later, Zoro walked in—a casual black t-shirt clinging to him obscenely well and gray sweatpants, a paper bag in one hand, and that lazy, confident smirk aimed right at you.

"You're gonna work yourself into an early grave," he said by way of greeting, setting the bag on your desk.

You dropped your pen and leaned back in your chair, smiling up at him. "Maybe," you teased. "But at least I'll die sexy." He snorted, reaching out to flick your forehead gently. "Idiot."

Your heart squeezed at how easy it was to fall back into this—how he made the whole world feel lighter just by standing in the room. "You brought me dinner?" you asked, pretending to bat your lashes at him.

"Yeah," he said, pulling containers. "Because you suck at taking care of yourself. And because," he added, tone softening, "I missed you." You didn't even bother hiding the way your face lit up. You just stood, walked around the desk, and hugged him.

He stiffened for half a second—like he wasn't expecting it— but then melted, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you tight against him. You stayed like that longer than you probably should have. No talking. Just breathing in each other.

When you finally pulled back, he caught your chin between his fingers. The look in his eyes made your stomach flip—hot and full so many things he hadn't said out loud yet.

"Eat first," he murmured. "Then I'm not letting you out of my hands again."

Zoro nudged you toward the couch, his hand heavy and warm against the lower back. "Sit," he said, voice leaving no room for argument. His other hand was already unpacking the food he brought, laying it out neatly on your coffee table.

You sank down onto the plush couch, your muscles grateful even if your brain was still in work mode. "You know," you teased lightly, "you're bossier than my real boss."

Zoro smirked, crouching down in front of you to unpack the last container. He was so close you could see every little scar on his arms, the vein running along his hand flexing as he moved. "Yeah? Guess you like it though," he muttered, glancing up through his lashes. The look made your stomach flutter violently.

He pressed a pair of chopsticks into your hand, then plopped beside you, his thigh pressing against yours like he couldn't stand even a few inches of distance. "Eat," he leaned closer, voice dipping lower. "You promised me you'd take care of yourself. Don't make me put you over my knee."

You almost choked on air at that, shooting him a glare that only made him chuckle low and dark. He didn't even move away—just stretched his arm across the back of the couch, thumb lightly stroking your shoulder as you ate.

It should've been distracting—hell, it was distracting—but also comforting. Like he was telling your overworked brain, I'm here. You're not alone.

Between mouthfuls, you bickered playfully. He lectured you for working too late. You snapped back that he was being dramatic. He muttered something about kidnapping you for a "mandatory vacation" and you just laughed until your chest hurt.

And when you finally put the container down, patting your stomach, Zoro's expression changed.

He stood. Slow. Purposeful.

Your breath caught as he walked toward the door. Without a word, he reached out and locked it with a soft click, turning the bold in place.

Then he turned back to you, his eyes dark and hungry in the dim light of your office.

"You ate," he said simply, voice like velvet and steel. "Good girl."

Your pulse roared in your ears.

He crossed the room in three long strides, grabbed you by the wrist—gently but firmly—and pulled you up into him. You barely had a second to gasp before his mouth was on yours.

Hot. Demanding.

His hands cradled your face, tilting it just the way he wanted, like he couldn't get enough of you. The kiss deepened fast—his tongue sliding against yours, tasting you, owning you, taking his time like he had all night to ruin you.

You moaned into his mouth, fingers fisting in the front of his t-shirt, desperate for more contact. Zoro chuckled low, the sound rumbling against your chest.

"Missed this," he breathed against your lips. "Missed you."

One of his hands slid down your body, gripping your ass with a low groan, pulling you flush against the hard line of him. You whimpered at the friction, your body reacting instinctively—grinding against him, needing more.

He pulled back just enough to look down on you, eyes heavy-lidded and burning.

"You've been working so hard, love," he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth, your jaw, down to your throat where he nipped lightly—just enough to make you gasp. "You deserve to be taken care of."

You shivered, hands clawing at his t-shirt, needing more, needing him. "Please," you whispered, voice cracking with how much you needed him.

It was all he needed to hear.

Zoro slid his hands down, gripping your hips, lifting you easily until you were straddling him as he sank down onto the couch. Your skirt rode up high around your waist, leaving you wide open for him.

He leaned back just enough to take you in, his hands smoothing down your thighs, slow and reverent.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice rough. His thumb brushed the thin strap of your thong peeking from beneath your shirt. "God, look at you." His hands roamed up your sides, finding the first button of your blouse. Slowly, teasingly, he undid it. Then the next. And the next. Kissing the newly exposed skin with every reveal.

When he spread the blouse open, his breath hitched slightly—a rare, genuine moment where you could see how hard he was trying to hold himself back. "So fucking beautiful," he rasped, voice low and awed.

You tried to tease him, make some smartass comment, but it died on your tongue when his hands cupped your bare waist, sliding under your bra, thumbs stroking the soft curve of you.

"You work so hard," Zoro murmured, leaning up to kiss your collarbone, the swell of your chest, soft and worshipful. "Always pushing yourself. Always taking care of everyone else." He kissed the hollow of your throat, making you shiver. "Let me take care of you tonight, love."

You shivered under his touch, the heat between you both practically humming now. Zoro tugged you even closer, grinding you down against the hard length straining beneath his sweatpants.

The friction made you gasp—your hands clutching at his shoulders for balance. "Sensitive, huh?" he teased against your throat, nipping the skin there. "Been working too much. Neglecting yourself."

You opened to snap back, but all that came out was a whimper when he rocked up against you again, slow and devastating. "Bet you're already dripping for me," he murmured, voice smug and low. "Can feel it through your panties, love."

You flushed hard, trying to hide your face in his neck—but Zoro caught your chin and made you look at him.

"Nah. Don't hide from me," he said, voice a rough whisper. "Wanna see everything." His fingers slid under your skirt, tracing the edge of your soaked thong, teasing, barely touching where you needed him the most. You jerked your hips, desperate for friction—but he pulled back just enough to make you whine.

"You know…" he said lazily, pretending to think as his fingers ghosted your pussy softly through the soaked fabric of your underwear, "we could get caught."

You blinked, half-dazed from the teasing. "W-what?"

Zoro smirked, sinful and knowing. "Someone could come up. Hear you whimpering like this," he said, slipping one finger under the thin fabric and dragging it slowly against your folds, making you shudder. "See you grinding on me like a needy little thing."

You tried to hold a moan, coming out as a whispered curse instead, hips bucking against his teasing fingers. "But…" he leaned in, biting your earlobe lightly, "I checked the floor before I came up." His voice dropped, molten with amusement. "Not a soul but you and me here, sweetheart."

You let out a shaky breath, half-relieved, half-crazed with want. "You're evil," you muttered against his mouth, and he chuckled, kissing you hard enough to steal the words right out of your brain.

"Yeah?" he rumbled. "Still gonna let me take care of you?"

You nodded, unable to speak.

Zoro kissed you again—slow this time, almost tender— and then he shifted, lifting you like you weighed nothing. He laid you back on the couch, stepping back just enough to peel your blouse open the rest of the way, letting it fall off your shoulders.

His hands ran reverently down your bare skin, eyes drinking you in like he was starving. Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached down, undid your belt, and slid your skirt down your hips, tossing it aside without looking away from you once.

You lay there, flushed and panting in just your bra and thong, blinking up at him. "Look at you," he whispered again, almost like he couldn't believe it. "Fuck, you're a vision." You reached for him, needing his touch—but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them lightly against the cushions, grinning wickedly down at you.

"Not yet," he said. "Gotta reward you properly first."

And then he dropped to his knees in front of the couch, tugging your hips toward the edge with a sure, rough touch. You gasped as he pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another, working his way higher, the stubble on his jaw scratching deliciously against your sensitive skin.

"Been thinking about this for weeks," he muttered against you, voice so dark it made your toes curl. When he finally hooked his fingers under your thong and pulled it down slowly, you thought you might lose your mind entirely.

He looked up at you once—eyes blown wide, pupils dark and greedy— and then he buried his face between your thighs like a man starved, growling low in his throat as he finally, finally tasted you.

You cried out—sharp and broken—your back arching off the couch as Zoro's mouth finally closed over you. He groaned like you were the one feeding him, like he'd been starving for the taste of you.

His tongue licked a slow, devastating stripe up your center before latching onto your clit with a pleasure that made your legs tremble. "Zoro—!" you gasped, hands flying to his hair without thinking, fisting in the messy green strands.

He didn't slow down. If anything, your desperate noises only spurred him on. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, anchoring you to him, grinding his mouth into you like he could pull every moan, every shiver straight from your soul.

"Fuck you taste so good," he growled against you, voice vibrating right through your core. "Could stay down here all goddamn night." You sobbed a sound that might've been his name, grinding helplessly against his face. Zoro just chuckled, deep and wrecked, slipping two thick fingers inside you with maddening ease.

You clenched around them instantly, the stretch making your vision white out for a second. "That's it, love," he muttered, thrusting them slowly, careful drags as his tongue circled your clit mercilessly. "So tight. So good for me."

You couldn't stop the sounds tearing out from your throat—the office walls catching your whimpers and bouncing them back at you, making it feel even filthier, even more forbidden.

Zoro pulled back just enough to pant against your soaked skin, his breath hot and shaky. "God, look at you," he rasped, two fingers still working deep inside you. "You look so delicious, so wrecked for me."

You babbled something that wasn't even English anymore, hips bucking up, chasing his mouth. He gave you what you needed—dipping back down, flattening his tongue against your clit and sucking with just the right amount of pressure.

It was too much and not enough.

You peaked with a cry, your orgasm slamming into you like a freight train. Zoro growled in satisfaction, fucking you through it with slow, lazy strokes of his fingers, letting you ride his face shamelessly until you finally sagged against the couch, boneless and gasping.

He pulled back slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at you like you were something divine.

"Fucking gorgeous," he muttered, voice raw.

You were still panting, your skin buzzing, when Zoro stood up, towering over you. When you managed to look up at him—barely aware after that mind blowing orgasm— he was pulling his t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside—every muscle in his chest and arms flexing under the low office lights.

He was giving you that look again—hungry, possessive, yours.

"Not done with you yet," he said, voice dark and steady. "Turn around, pretty girl. Face down, ass up."

Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up.

You stumbled off the couch, hands bracing against the cool surface of your desk as you heard Zoro stepping behind you.

You felt his hand glide up the back of your thigh, kneading the soft flesh of your ass appreciatively. He thought briefly of just stopping now, but your ass perched on that desk just made you irresistible, and he was but a man, a very whipped man right now.

He leaned in close—his chest warm against your back, his breath hot against your ear. "We could stop now, you know? But God, you look so…", he gave your ass a hard squeeze, letting his intrusive thoughts win for a moment. "Delicious. Just wanna' eat you up whole, love."

You whimpered when his fingers slid up your inner thighs again, teasing the sensitive skin, barely brushing your center. You tried to push back against him, desperate for friction, but he tutted softly. "Patience, love," Zoro murmured, pressing a slow, wet kiss to your lower back. "Wanna savor you a little longer."

You shuddered, biting your lip to keep from begging. He spread you open with a firm grip, thumbs digging into the soft curve of your ass as he admired the view. "Fucking perfect," he muttered under his breath, almost to himself.

You heard the faint rustle of fabric—looked back just in time to see him pushing his sweatpants and boxers down with one hand, fist already wrapped around his thick hard cock. Your mouth went dry at the sight of him, flushed and leaking at the tip, thick enough to make your thighs together instinctively.

Zoro caught the movement and chuckled, low and dirty. "Don't get shy on me now," he teased, stepping closer, running the blunt head of his cock teasingly along your soaked folds. "You can take it, sweetheart. Yeah?" The slow, deliberate drag of him over your dripping entrance made you moan, a broken, desperate sound that seemed to snap the last of his restraint.

You barely registered the sound of him rustling in his pocket—then the soft crinkle of the foil. Your heart flipped, something warm curling in your chest even through the haze of need.

He pressed a kiss to your lower back while he rolled the condom on, careful and quick, hands steady even as his breath grew heavier. "Good girl," Zoro murmured, soothing a hand over your spine once he'd sheathed himself. "You're gonna take me so good, sweetheart."

And then he was nudging at your entrance again—this time no teasing, no hesitation. He slid into you slow, deliberate, thick and stretching you open until you gasped, clutching the edge of the desk.

The stretch was deep, almost overwhelming, but he soothed you with low praise, kisses pressed along your shoulder blades.

"That's it," he groaned. "So tight, fuck… like you were made for me." He braced one hand beside yours on the desk and started to move—shallow thrusts at first, slow and grinding, making you feel every glorious inch.

The desk creaked under you with every deep drag of his hips, and your breath came in sharp little gasps, your body adjusting to the thick intrusion. "Look so fucking pretty like this," Zoro panted, thrusting harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. "Bent over your desk, takin' me so good."

You whimpered—helpless, desperate—and Zoro's hand slid up your side, cupping your breast through your bra, kneading gently. After a few minutes, though, he slowed—still buried deep inside you—and pressed a kiss between your shoulders.

"Wanna see you," he rasped, voice rough and strained. "Wanna see your face when I wreck you."

You barely had time to react before he pulled out carefully, lifting you off the desk and into his arms like you were paper weight. He carried you the short distance to the couch and laid you down on your back, spreading you open for him like a gift.

He hooked your legs over his broad shoulders, shifting forward until the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance again.

The angle—God—it was deeper, you could tell even before he started moving.

He grinned, wicked and adoring all at once when he saw your eyes go wide.

"Yeah?" he teased breathlessly, lining himself up. "Gonna ruin you for anyone else, sweetheart." And then he thrust back inside in one deep, devastating stroke—pushing so deep you swore you could see start. You cried out, nails digging into the couch cushions, your whole-body trembling under him.

Zoro groaned, a sound so low and wrecked it made your toes curl. "Fuck—so deep like this. So good." He set a relentless pace—grinding deep, hitting a spot inside you that made your vision white out.

The position left you completely open to him, helpless under the weight of his body, the raw force of every thrust. "You feel that, love?" he rasped, punctuating his words with a brutal snap of his hips that had you keening. "Feel me up right…" he pressed on your pelvis softly, right against your womb, "here?"

You couldn't even answer—just a wrecked, babbling mess, your mind lost in the pleasure. Zoro smirked darkly, his thumb reaching down to circle your clit at the same brutal pace of his thrusts.

"Come for me," he moaned, voice rough and ragged. "Wanna feel you milk my cock, sweetheart." It didn't take long—your body was already strung and tight from earlier—and when your orgasm hit this time, it shattered you completely.

You screamed his name, your walls clenching so hard around him that Zoro shouted, losing the last thread of his control. He thrusts deep, once, twice—and then spilled into the condom with a long, wrecked groan, burying himself to the hilt and grinding against you as he rode out the aftershocks.

For a long moment, neither of you moved—just panting, trembling, clinging to each other.

Finally, Zoro exhaled, voice rough against your forehead. "Fuck, love…"

He pulled out carefully, discarding the condom and wiping you down gently with tissues from your desk—taking care of you with those same rough, calloused hands, now unbearably tender.

He helped you sit up slowly, picking up your discarded clothes, brushing kisses over your shoulders and forehead between fixing your clothes as best as he could then dressed himself.

"You okay?" he murmured, smoothing your hair back.

You nodded, still breathless. "Better than okay."

He chuckled, low and fond, tucking your skirt into your hands. "C'mon. Let's get you home."

Outside the building, Zoro guided you carefully to his SUV, one arm steady around your waist, holding you close like you might blow away. You barely registered your surroundings, too blissed out and floaty to care.

But from across the street—Ace watched.

He leaned against his car, arms folded, a knowing, shit-eating grin spreading across his face the second he clocked the two of you.

Zoro caught his gaze—and smirked.

So smug, so utterly, unapologetically proud.

He didn't say a word—just lifted his chin in a cocky little nod as he helped you into the passenger seat, running his hand down your thigh with an intimacy that was loud enough for Ace to catch.

He just watched as Zoro rounded the car and slid into the driver's seat, stealing one last look at your blissed-out state, utterly fucked out face before pulling away.

You barely made it through the door before you turned to him, eyes shining.

"You look dead on your feet," Zoro said gruffly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I should—I should probably just go. Didn't mean for it to get outta hand like that, y'know?"

You shook your head, grabbing his wrist gently. "At least shower first. You're sweaty and gross." You grinned, teasing but sweet. "Just stay, Zo'."

Zoro hesitated—then nodded once, heart thundering weirdly in his chest.

He stayed.

Without thinking too hard about it.

And it felt… right.

He showered quick while you wiped down, then you crawled into bed together, limbs tangling easily, like it wasn't the first time.

For a few heartbeats, he just held you.

Then—quietly, voice rumbling against your hair—he spoke.

"I'm sorry."

You blinked up at him, confused.

Zoro's fingers tightened briefly at your hip, and he dropped his gaze to your shoulder like he couldn’t quite meet your eyes. "I just—I wanted it to be… different. Thought I'd take you out somewhere nice first. Make it special. You deserved better than me losing my goddamn mind at the office."

You cupped his cheek, making him look at you, heart squeezing painfully.

"You did make it special," you whispered. "I wouldn't change a thing."

He leaned into your touch, still looking a little wrecked inside.

"I'll make it up to you," he said, voice low and sure. "Promise."

And you believed him.

Next morning rolled in soft, warm and with a huge man surrounding you. You woke up slowly, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Warmth pressed against your back—a heavy, solid weight—and the slow, even rhythm of someone breathing beside you.

For a moment, you thought you were dreaming. Then you shifted slightly—and an arm tightened instinctively around your waist, pulling you closer.

You froze.

Zoro.

Your heart gave a slow, stupid thud in your chest.

He was still here.

His body curled around yours protectively, his face buried in your hair, one big hand splayed over your stomach like he was afraid you'd slip away if he let go.

You smiled on the pillow, cheeks burning, a giddy kind of warmth blooming in your chest.

You shifted carefully, rolling onto your back to look at him.

Zoro stirred at the movement, a low, sleepy noise rumbling from his chest. His lashes fluttered—but he didn't wake up fully. His face was soft in his sleep, younger somehow, the usual furrow of his brow smoothed away.

You reached up without thinking, brushing a strand of green hair away from his forehead. Maybe it was the lingering haze of last night. Maybe it was the way he was holding you like you were something precious.

Whatever it was—you felt like your heart could burst.

Zoro cracked one eye open, bleary and confused for half a second. Then he focused on you—and smiled, slow and lazy and so beautiful it made your breath catch.

"Hey," he rasped, voice low and rough with sleep.

"Hey," you whispered back, cheeks heating.

For a moment, you just stared at each other, the silence thick and sweet between you. Then Zoro shifted, propping himself up on one elbow. His hand brushed your cheek, calloused thumb stroking lazily along your jawline.

You leaned into the touch without thinking.

"Sorry again," he murmured, voice unusually soft. "Wanted our first time to be… I dunno. Better. You deserve flowers or some shit, not me railing you over your damn desk.”

You laughed quietly, shaking your head. "Zoro, stop. I told you—I wouldn't change a thing." He didn't look convinced. His gaze dropped to the sheets between you, jaw tight. "I'll make it up to you, " he said again, low and certain. "Promise."

You reached for him, threading your fingers through his.

"You already did," you said simply.

Zoro looked up at you then—and something in his eyes softened, like a knot inside him finally loosening. He bent down, brushing his lips over your forehead, lingering there for a long moment.

The kiss was slow, reverent—nothing like the frantic heat of last night.

It felt like a promise.

You curled into his side, and Zoro tucked you against him easily, his hand rubbing slow, lazy circles into your back.

Neither of you said anything for a while. Letting sleep overcome you once again.

The next time you woke, it was to the smell of coffee.

You blinked blearily, stretching out across your bed—only to find the other side empty but still warm.

You sat up, the soft rustle of sheets around you, and rubbed your eyes, feeling deliciously sore in the best way. A smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it.

The faint sounds of someone moving around your kitchen reached your ears—muffled curses, a cabinet slamming a little too hard, the hiss of the coffee machine sputtering to life.

You slipped out of bed, grabbing a t-shirt—probably his, judging by how ridiculously oversized it was—and padded barefoot down the hall.

You found him standing at your counter, shirtless, hair messy from sleep, frowning down at two mismatched mugs like they were an enemy he needed to conquer.

He looked… domestic. And absurdly handsome.

He sensed you before you even spoke, glancing up with a little smirk that made your knees a little weak. "Hey, sleepyhead," he rumbled, voice still rough with sleep.

You crossed the room and bumped your hip against his. "You made coffee?"

He grunted. "Tried. Think I fucked it up."

You laughed softly, reaching around him to grab one of the mugs. It was strong—almost offensively so—but drinkable. You took a grateful sip anyway.

Zoro watched you carefully over the rim of his own mug, as if trying to gauge whether you were still okay with… everything.

The night before.

Him staying.

Waking up like this.

You leaned against him, resting your head briefly against his bare shoulder. His hand came up automatically to settle on your waist, grounding and sure. It felt easy. It felt right. And from the way Zoro exhaled slowly, you had the feeling he thought so too.

Still, eventually reality started to creep back in—the heavy warmth of the morning giving way to the knowledge that the clock was ticking.

Work waited for both of you.

Zoro set his mug down first, sighing quietly as he ran a hand through his messy hair. "Guess we should get moving," he muttered, voice low but not exactly eager. He glanced at you, a little reluctant. "Need a ride?"

You smiled into your coffee, heart skipping. "You offering?"

"Always," he said simply, like it wasn't even a question.

You didn't bother hiding the way your cheeks warmed.

It felt stupid, being giddy over something as small as him driving you to work.

But it felt good. It felt right.

You moved lazily after that, bumping into each other as you dressed, stealing kisses in between pulling on clothes—his kisses slow and unhurried, like he was trying to memorize the feeling of you against him.

By the time you made it to your building's lobby, you were laughing softly under your breath, your hair still a little mussed from Zoro's wandering hands on the drive over.

He crowded you up against the entryway wall for one last kiss before you had to go—hands framing your face, mouth warm and slow on yours. Like he wasn't ready to let you go yet.

Neither were you.

You were so wrapped up in him that you didn't notice Izo until Zoro, finally, reluctantly, pulled away.

"Well, well, well," a familiar voice drawled.

You blinked, dazed, just in time to see Izo striding across the lobby—impeccably dressed, one brow arched, smirking like he had caught you red-handed.

Zoro smirked too, entirely unbothered. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before stepping back, like he was making a point. "See you later, sweetheart," he said, voice low and warm.

And with that, he turned and walked out—still smug, leaving you alone with your scandalized, very curious best friend.

Izo linked his arms through yours before you could even think of escaping. "Come along, darling," he said sweetly, already steering you toward the elevators. "We are absolutely having a little chat in your office."

You just groaned, hiding your face in his shoulder as he laughed.

You barely had time to set your bag down before Izo closed the office door behind you with a dramatic click.

"Spill."

You turned around slowly, eyes wide with faux innocence. "Spill what?"

"Oh, don't you dare play coy with me." He crossed the room in two elegant strides and flopped onto your couch like he owned it, legs crossed, arms spread across the back. "You—showed up to work glowing like a freshly polished pearl. And he—dropped you off in the most ‘I just rearranged her organs’ way imaginable."

You groaned, half mortified, half still dazed from it all. “Do you have to be so graphic?”

“You’re deflecting.” Izo pointed at you like he was conducting an interrogation. “Which means it was very good.”

You made a strangled sound and buried your face in your hands. “Why are you like this?”

“Because I care,” he said sweetly. “And because you’ve been high-strung for weeks, and now you’re practically levitating. So—details. Did it happen last night? This morning? Both?”

You peeked through your fingers, cheeks burning. “…Last night. Here.”

Izo squealed. Squealed.

“I knew it! I told Marco something was brewing after that dinner party. You were all ‘he’s just intense’ and ‘we work together’ and meanwhile he was eye-fucking you across the sashimi platter.”

You laughed helplessly, trying not to let your smile get too dreamy. “It wasn’t planned. It just… happened. Kind of fast. But it didn’t feel like a hookup, Izo. It was different.”

His face softened instantly, the teasing melting away. “You like him.”

“I think I might,” you admitted quietly. “I mean—he stayed the night. Stayed, Izo. No excuses, no bullshit. And this morning, he apologized.”

“Apologized?” He sat forward, suddenly serious. “For what?”

“For the office thing. Said he wanted our first time to be more romantic. That I deserved better.”

Izo's gaze softened even more. “Wow.” You nodded slowly, heart still fluttering from the memory of Zoro’s voice against your hair.

“And then?” Izo pressed gently. “What now?”

You shrugged, but you were smiling. “He said he’d make it up to me. I think he meant it.”

Izo let out a content sigh, standing up and walking over to kiss your cheek. “Well. Color me cautiously obsessed with this development.”

You laughed again as he straightened your blouse for you like a doting mother hen. “So what now?”

“Now,” he said, turning toward the door like a general about to face the troops, “you go to work and pretend you didn’t just get your soul stolen. And I? I go brag to Marco that I was right again.”

“Izo!”

But he was already halfway out the door, waving you off with a wink and a grin.

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pirateempr3ss · 2 months ago

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Could you write a scenario where Ace surprises the reader on their anniversary?

Thank you :D

Thank you so much for this request, Anon! I'm sorry it turned out a bit angsty idk where that came from oops. Hope you enjoy! :)

Portgas D. Ace X Reader

You sighed dejectedly into the warm, summer breeze that drifted across the oaken deck of the Moby Dick. It was a beautiful day on the Grand Line – The azure ocean lapped lazily at the sides of the massive vessel as it traversed the waves, the morning sun beamed in the cloudless sky, the wind carried that unmistakeable salty-sweet scent – but none of it could temper your foul mood.

Your crewmates obviously picked up on the dark cloud hanging around your shoulders and wisely were keeping a safe distance from you, lest you turn your incensed gaze in their direction. Your brothers knew how you could be when angered, and right now, you were furious. Most of them knew it was better to look the other way now until your anger abated, and approach warily later. All except a select few, of course.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You didn’t even need to look beside you to know Thatch had joined you at the railing overlooking the ocean. Usually, it was impossible to stay irate around Thatch. His good-natured character, self-deprecating humour, and easy smiles could lift just about anyone’s spirit. But not yours. Not today.

“You already know what my thoughts are.” You almost growled, refusing to meet his eye and staring intently at the vast ocean in front of you. In your peripheral vision you see him turn his back to the railing and rest comfortably against it, making him nearly impossible to ignore.

He pretends to think about it, “I can guess they involve murdering a certain flame-headed idiot.” Your snort confirms his answer as correct and he shoots you a grin.

“You know how he is,” Thatch continues, “He’ll remember by tonight, don’t you worry.”

“No he won’t, Thatch. I don’t know why I bothered.” Your frown deepens as you ponder the root of your aggravation.

Today marks one year since you and Ace had confessed your mutual feelings to each other. The two of you had spent months skirting around the Moby Dick after you had joined, trying to avoid the undeniable chemistry you shared, until one night, likely fuelled by copious amounts of alcohol, several of the commanders announced that they were tired of the love-sick gazes you and Ace had been giving each other when the other wasn’t looking and that you two should just ‘shack up already’. Naturally, after you two had vehemently denied this in front of the whole crew, Ace had dragged you up to the crow’s nest in the early hours of the night as the party raged on and demanded to know what was going on. The two of you were notorious for being stubborn as oxen, and after several ‘You first!’, ‘No, you confess first!’, the best night of your life ensued as Ace confessed that as much as he tried to fight it, his heart belonged to you. You had easily returned the sentiment, much to Ace’s relief, and the two of you had spent the entire night locked in each other’s embrace under the midnight sky.

This morning, knowing it was your one year anniversary, you had taken extra care to make yourself look beautiful. You donned a new outfit especially for the occasion – a figuring hugging ensemble that was seductive without being revealing - You had worn his favourite perfume that you’d acquired several islands ago, and you’d brushed your hair until it shone. You’d even borrowed one of Izo’s precious hair ornaments. But when you went to eat breakfast at the usual time with the crew on the main deck, Ace was too busy shovelling his breakfast in to even spare you a glance, nevermind wish you a measly ‘Happy Anniversary’. Then he’d departed hastily before you’d even poured yourself a mug of coffee, with a quick ‘I’ll see you later, babe.’ Thus, explaining your foul mood this morning.

“He will. You never know, maybe he has something special planned.” Thatch’s conspiratorial wink made you feel like he knows something that you don’t, but before you can barrage him with questions, he ruffles your hair and walks away, leaving your unanswered questions hanging on your lips.

The day passes quietly, with no sign of Ace even as the sky deepens to twilight. Dinner was a sullen affair as you chose to forego the dining hall in favour of eating alone in your cabin. Strangely, no one questions your mood. Perhaps it’s because they already know Ace is the cause. Even stranger, nobody seems to know his whereabouts. When you had asked Pops about it, he’d just let out his booming laugh and told you not to worry about it.

The nerve of him, you fumed internally as you paced your room in frustration. First, to forget our anniversary. Fine, okay, whatever, maybe I could’ve forgiven that. But to disappear without a trace without even saying goodbye? Who the hell does that? And don’t even remind me about the way he barely looked at me this morning –

A rap on your door interrupts your internal monologue, and you know who it is even before you fling it open.

“Portgas D. Ace, I am going to kill y-“ The man in question interrupts you with a swift kiss on the lips, and your anger abates slightly. It’s gentle, and over too quickly. He withdraws a fraction, lingering an inch from your face as he leans against the edge of your doorframe, those apologetic dark eyes searching yours.

“I’m sorry for running off earlier, and I’m sorry for ignoring you today,” He starts, lowering his head slightly, “But I promise I have a good reason.” His onyx eyes plead with you and you know you’ve already forgiven him, but he can’t know that. Not yet.

“Yeah, well, it better be.” You grumble. His usual mischievous expression replaces his look of solemn guilt quicker than a flash of lightning, and he grabs your hand and pulls you into the long corridor that divides the cabins.

“I’ll show you what I’ve been up to.”

He races along the ship, guiding you up onto the main deck which is for once suspiciously empty of your other crew members. The sky above you is a midnight canvas smattered with glittering stars, and the full moon casts a silver sheen to the dark wooden planks, lighting a pathway for you to the edge of the ship. Ace leads you to the gap in the railing that is home to the rope ladder hanging at the side of the ship, stretching into the darkness below. Usually it’s only thrown over the side of the Moby Dick if someone falls overboard – usually after a few too many drinks – or when some of the crew depart on missions that your captain orders. You can only assume at the bottom of the ladder is a rowboat or smaller vessel awaiting your descent. If there is, it’s impossible to discern in the darkness of the night.

“Where are we going?” You hesitate above the ladder, as Ace begins to descend.

“It’s a surprise. You scared or something?” He questions, a slight smirk on his face as he extends his hand up to you from his position on the ladder, waist height with the deck. His half smirk begs you to challenge him.

“Me? Never.” You scoff, accepting his invitation and disembarking after him. His answering laughter carries across the waves as the two of you climb down the side of the vessel. Despite your answer, your heart races in your chest as you go down. The climb could be difficult at the best of times due to the towering size of the Moby, but with the starlight as your only guide it was particularly difficult to make out the hand and footholds.

“Relax, I’d never let you fall.” He says this so assuredly you have no choice but to accept, feeling his hands brush against your ankles every time you step lower, directing you to safety and simultaneously sending shivers up your spine at the heat even his gentle touch provides.

“And what help would you be if I fell? You can’t even swim.” You retort, and you can feel his answering grin even though you can’t see it. You can imagine how his bright eyes must be glinting in the darkness.

Finally, you hear his feet touch solid ground, and he wraps both hands around your waist to help you detach from the ladder. No matter how many times he’s done this, it still sets your heart racing like the very first time. In the shadow of the night you can’t even discern the outline of his body, but you know by the way the ground underneath you sways that you’ve landed on a rowboat of sorts.

Flame produced by his skilled hands illuminates the night, and he sets fire to two lanterns at either end of the boat, casting the small space in a soft yellow light. You notice a bottle of something in a basket, and an assortment of snacks that could only be from Thatch’s kitchen. Covering the base of the boat is a thick blanket that sports Izo’s embroidery and unrivalled skill with a needle and thread, and a golden gift wrapped box in the centre of it all. As Ace pushes off from the side of the Moby with the end of an oar and sends your little boat into the night, the realisation hits you.

“Those bastards, they were all in on this!” You seethe, but ruin it by laughing. “I can’t believe it, I’ve been complaining to them all day and they knew you had something planned.”

“Marco did the gift-wrapping.” Ace confirms, and you miss the uncharacteristically soft look he shoots you as you take it all in. He sets the oar down and sits opposite you on the soft covering.

“I’m sorry I doubted you, I just wasn’t expecting anything like this.” Guilt is the only word to describe how you feel. However, you can’t help but notice how unusually quiet he is, the way his hands quiver slightly as he uncorks the bottle before passing it to you. He doesn’t answer, and you let the silence extend, waiting for something more. Eventually, he closes his eyes and sighs.

“I just wanted to have one more night with you like this, before it’s all over.” His words send any icy chill through your body that has nothing to do with the night air. All over? What does he mean all over? Panic sets in but you try not to let it show, try to search his eyes with your own but he won’t meet your imploring gaze.

“What do you mean one more night? Are you going somewhere?”

“No.” His frustratingly vague answer does nothing to disperse your anxiety, and he still refuses to meet your eyes.

“Answer the question, then.” You half demand, half beg. Finally, he looks up and you’re startled by the fear you see in them.

“I’ll tell you later. Just for now, let’s enjoy the food that Thatch prepared.” He gives you a fake grin that doesn’t match that look in his eyes. You answer by taking a swig from the bottle in your hands, weighing your options. You want to enjoy this gift he has given you – a night under the stars just like one year ago – but how can you after what he just announced. It’s clear he’s made all this effort so the two of you can ‘enjoy’ your last night together, but how can you ignore the elephant in the room? You decide you can’t.

“Whatever you have to say, you can say it now.” The sentence comes out colder than you intended, and interrupts his hands as they reach for the food. Again, that awful silence stretches between you, a silence that is never there when you two are together, and suddenly you’re afraid of his answer.

“I just thought after all this time, you deserve to know the truth about me. How I’m not who I say I am.” His eyes darken as he looks at you, really looks at you, but the hint of fear in them remains. You feel your breath hitch in your chest and your stomach churns, a queasiness settling there that makes you regret your last swallow of the rich wine Thatch provided. You wonder what he’s afraid of – What he’s about to tell you, or the way you’ll react to it? Both?

You can’t decide to be angry or nervous, and the result is a mixture of both. This change in character is so atypical, so unlike Ace. You don’t recognise the self-loathing look in his eyes that has replaced the usual mirth, or the twist to his lips that has replaced his easy grin. What was supposed to be an amazing evening has turned into something you’re not enjoying.

“Tell me then. Tell me who you think you are. Since I deserve to know.” Your response startles him, causes him to withdraw as he steels himself to tell you the truth that only a select few people know. That he doesn’t want anyone to know. This last year with you has been a dream, but he can’t drag you down to hell with him. You, who graced his life with a peace and happiness he doesn’t feel someone like him deserves. It’s different with his brothers, Luffy and his crew. But you are so pure, so warm, he cannot allow himself to taint you. To corrupt your future – you deserve someone who is not the product of an evil man, a man who caused so much hatred and suffering. That’s why tonight, he knows he has to tell you the truth. That maybe you’ll hate and even scorn him, but at least your future will be safe – a future without him.

Ace draws a deep breath, and you feel your chest constrict unwillingly.

“My father,” he starts bitterly, “Is the worst man this world has ever known. And he brought me into this world even as he was dying. Most of the time, I try not to think about it. But I can’t, I don’t want to keep lying to you. To keep having you think I’m someone that – that I’m not,” Ace, usually so smooth with his words, who can ramble on about his brothers for hours, struggles to find the right words. “His name was –“

“I know, Ace.” You cut him off, stopping him in his tracks and earning a shocked expression in response. “I know who your father is. Is that what this is about? You think we can’t be together because the father you never knew was a famous pirate? Last time I checked, we were all pirates.”

“How do you know? Nobody knows.” He asks in quiet disbelief, his face wary.

“I overheard Pops and Marco a few months ago discussing it while I was taking stock of the sick room supplies. They didn’t say any names directly, but it wasn’t hard for me to guess. You even look like Roger –“

“Don’t say his name! Don’t tell me I look like him!” He jumps to his feet, fists clenched in anger, eyes ablaze with a fury that you’re not sure is directed at you or himself.

“Or what?!” You’re yelling back at him now, rising to your own feet, chest to chest with him on this cramped rowboat. “You trying to tell me that’s who the real you is? That you’re not Portgas D. Ace, but the son of the Pirate King? That everything you’ve done until now is overshadowed by that tiny little fact –“

“It’s not a tiny little fact! He caused so much suffering, so much-“

“So? SO?” You shout the second word, “YOU don’t cause pain or suffering, do you?”

“That’s not the point –“

“It is the point! What does he have to do with anything? With us? You think I care? You think anyone on this ship would care? I thought you loved me. But to think, you think so little of me you thought that if I found your real parentage I would hate you? You must not know me at all.” You almost spit the last part, bending down to grab the oar and return you two to the ship. But Ace grabs your wrist, spinning you back to face him as you practically fall against his heaving chest. His face is contorted in fury, in self-loathing and disgust at himself, so unlike him you want to cry. You’ve never seen him like this.

“I don’t think that about you. But I know that you deserve someone better.” He says, his rage dissipating into bitterness as he stares into the depths of your soul, searching for the truth in your words.

“I don’t want someone better,” You whisper, unable to stop the tears welling as you observe the pain in his eyes, the way his hands tremble as they hold you fast against him, “I want you, Ace. I don’t care who your father is, don’t you see that?” Burying your face against his shoulder so he can’t see the tears that fall, you try to compose yourself. Damn it, why do I always cry.

“I don’t want this to be our last night together, but if that’s what you want then-“

“It’s not what I want.” He interrupts whatever you’re about to say and tilts your chin back up to face him with his hand, the other caressing your back. The heat emanating from them steadies you, as they always have. “Do you really mean that?” The pain his voice carries slices through you, and you wonder how long he has carried this burden. Does he lay awake at night, wondering what you’re reaction would be?

“I love you, Ace. I don’t care about anything else.” And unlike that fateful night exactly one year ago, you’re the one to utter those three words first.

You don’t even have time to decipher his look before he’s kissing you. You’ve kissed Ace countless times in the last year, but this is the first one that sets you aflame. The first one that sends heat searing from your lips to the depths of your very being. Maybe he’s been holding out on you all this time, afraid to truly let himself go. But he does now.

You don’t know how long you two stand like that, his hands in your hair and yours against his chest, but all too soon you’re breaking for air. You’re glad for the lowlight of the lamps as they flicker in the shade, hopefully hiding the remnants of dried tears on your lashes and the heat staining your cheeks. You’re both panting, from the kiss or the release of tension in the air or the aftermath of your combined anger, it’s hard to tell.

“I’m sorry.” Ace apologises for the final time that night, pulling you back to the floor of the softly rocking boat. He tosses you the gift that Marco so carefully gift-wrapped. You can tell by his demeanour that this conversation isn’t over, that he has a lifetime of family trauma to unpack. But for now, he’s allowing himself to love you, to be loved by you. And that is a small victory.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months ago

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Hi, Can you for Nezuko!reader x Whitebeard crew. So just basically in the Demon slayer world Nezuko was hit with a blood demon art and just appeared on Whitebeard ship.

(Extra if you want: Nezuko wanting to be friends with Izou because he has pretty kimonos)

-They didn’t know where you came from or even what you were, when you suddenly dropped out of the sky, literally, from what looked to be a fiery portal made of black fire, landing hard on the desk of the Moby Dick.

-You looked like a teenage girl when you first arrived, looking terribly injured, one of your legs and both of your arms missing, growling darkly at them all like you were some kind of animal.

-When you suddenly grew your missing limbs, instantly healing your wounds, many thought they were in for a fight, until you realized you were in the sunshine, which used to hurt, but it didn’t, and you calmed, looking up at the sun in awe.

-Whitebeard lowered his weapon first and the others quickly did the same, following his example as you calmed down, not aggressive anymore but you shocked everyone by your form changing to that of a child’s, shrinking down before you tipped over and were fast asleep.

-You slept for several days, curled into a little ball in Marco’s room, as he was the one watching you, minding your status, as well as inspecting you, finding that you had fangs and claws like a demon, but no demon they had ever seen before.

-When you woke up, you wandered around like a lost puppy, like you were looking for something, peeking into rooms, looking under tables, following others around, hoping they would lead you to your brother, who didn’t arrive with you.

-When you arrived on the deck, looking up at the massive man known as Whitebeard, not being able to find your brother, you fell to your rear and tears quickly welled in your eyes as you started crying, your mouthpiece falling from your mouth.

-You quickly sent the ship into a panic, wondering why you were crying, but Whitebeard could feel something, like he could sense the reason behind your tears as he easily picked you up, putting you on his knee, trying to comfort you, “It seems Y/N is missing someone- perhaps that portal she came through had someone she left behind and can’t get back to them now.”

-You looked up at him through teary eyes, his words sounded right, like what he was explaining, as you couldn’t find your big brother. Whitebeard announced that you were now adopted by him and his crew and everyone on the ship became your big brothers.

-You were a curious child, always exploring and popping up in the oddest places, and you would follow certain crew members around like a duckling, with your favorites being Izo, because his clothes were familiar to you, Thatch, because he always made you tasty food, which you could now eat, Marco, who was like your protector and you slept with him, and Whitebeard, because he felt safe and comforting.

-Despite not looking overly powerful, you quickly proved yourself when the marines tried to attack, attacking your new family, and they were all stunned when your form changed to your teenage form, showing that you were able to change forms based on how much power you had stored.

-When you shifted into your adult form, however, the vines covering your skin, your fangs and nails growing, you quickly handled business, easily taking care of the marines who dared to attack your family.

-When you arrived back on the ship Izo ran to you, scolding you for being so indecent, as your kimono had fallen open, showing off your chest and legs, while you tilted your head, confused by his anger before you shrank back down to your teenage form.

-Whitebeard just boomed with laughter, finding it amusing that you were so strong, at least physically, as they all knew you were a bit fragile mentally, as you would cry at random times, looking up at the sky or out across the ocean, missing whoever you were missing.

-There were also times when you would remember your mother, when you would see one of your brothers needing comfort, mimicking her, comforting them in your own way, doing your best.

-You were a surprise on the ship, but you weren’t unwelcome, and you felt safe with them, and while you never stopped looking for and missing your brother, you at least had a family who you could call your own in this new world.

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hannahbarberra162 · 7 months ago

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Who do you think is meaner in bed, Marco or Izo? I think lots of people would (ignorantly) assume he'd be a sub because he's feminine only to get a shock when he flips things on them, but while I think he's a good dom I personally don't see him as being a particularly mean one. I think he'd be good at staying calm and collected and making you feel reeaally embarrassed about how easily you lose composure by comparison. Marco has so much responsibility and steam to blow off I can see it. Division commander, head doctor, has to bully the strongest man in the world into taking his meds, he's gotta take the stress out on someone. Heehee idk

It's so funny you asked this - I was already writing another Mean Marco drabble! I completely agree with you. I think Marco is very tightly wound under that calm facade. He's a doctor dealing with 997 idiots (excluding Izou and Deuce), 1 Portgas D. Ace (he's in his own category), and the Captain is a stubborn old man who won't take his pills.

I do think Izou could come off as a little mean but I agree that he mostly keeps his wits about him. I could see Izou drinking tea and watching while you ride the Sybian, noting the different sounds you make and how they differ from other forms of stimulation. Or Izou teasing you endlessly as you're bound to his bedframe spread eagle, never quite touching where you need him to, agreeing with you that yes, it is quite difficult. And no, he's not going to stop until he's done.

But Marco.

Oh, Marco.

NSFW Drabble, Marco x F!Reader , ~1k (oops), mean but consensual Marco

Stress Ball

“Marco, is - oh, I guess you’re in here alone then,” Tate said, poking her head in Marco’s office. The First Division Commander smiled as he picked his head up from some reports, his red glasses resting on the end of his nose.

“Just me yoi,” he confirmed, setting down the quill he’d been using for note taking.

“OK, no worries. But are you alright? You looked really worked up before," Tate asked, searching Marco’s face for answers.

“Ah, you know how it is. Too many patients, not enough doctors and nurses,” Marco said with an easy smile. Tate nodded and gave a knowing laugh.

“Yeah, trust me I get it. I just think you have it harder than anyone else on board. You’re in charge of our division, you’re responsible for keeping everyone safe, you’re the primary doctor for the crew, you’re basically the First Mate, and you have to give that stubborn old man all his medicine. If I was you I would have cracked a long time ago. Speaking of, I’ve been looking for - oh, nevermind. Hope you find some kind of stress relief - I can cover for you in a bit if you want to go flying?” Tate offered her longtime friend.

“I appreciate it but there’s no need yoi. I’m buried up to my neck in paperwork and besides, I found a way to blow off some steam earlier. I’m feeling pretty good right now,” Marco said, picking up his quill once more. Tate nodded and smiled, already turning to leave the office.

“Sounds great boss…I’ll go look for her in the baths then, she said she was stressed earlier…” Tate said mostly to herself, her voice getting quieter the further down the hall she went from Marco’s office. He smiled to himself then continued to write, turning the pages slowly and straightening them as needed. After about half an hour, he heard some sounds coming from the slim coat closet set in the adjacent wall. Standing up, he stretched his arms over his head, his toned stomach peeking through as his shirt rode up. Striding over to the closet, he opened the door and enjoyed the sight before his eyes.

You were inside, head moving towards the movement of air. You couldn’t see or hear him, the blindfold and headphones he’d put on you didn’t allow for any light or sound. You were shifting around, trying to find a comfortable position but Marco had ensured there wasn’t one. You were sitting on your poor red bottom on the floor of the closet, your wrists bound to your crossed ankles. The two vibrators that Marco had placed in your holes were still going but at a low hum, your slick fluids dripping down your thighs and into a small puddle on the floor. Marco squatted down next to you, causing you to search once again for the source of the movement.

The large spider gag prevented you from calling out to him but the drool leaking from your mouth joined the rest of the slick mess you’d been making. He noted that your chest and face were still covered in his cum from earlier as he ran his thumb through the fluids. Placing his coated thumb in your open mouth, your tongue roved over the digit and sucked as much as you could. Pleased, Marco removed your headphones, making your head jerk in his direction.

“You’re being too loud yoi. I can hear you moving around all the way from my desk,” Marco cooed into your ear. He palmed your breasts in his hands, rolling your already pert nipples in his fingers. After only a few moments of pinching and teasing you were panting and straining against the bindings he’d lovingly put on your hours before but making as little noise as you could.

“You wouldn’t want anyone to find you like this, would you yoi? You shook your head rapidly while a blush rose in your cheeks.

“Then you need to be quieter, hm? Let’s see if you can be a good little thing for me,” Marco said affectionately, petting your hair. Reaching into his pocket he removed a heavy chain with teeth clamps on either end. Putting his hand on your back for support, he dipped his head low and nipped and kissed your breast, leaving a trail of hickeys until he reached your nipple. Sucking hard, he laved his tongue over the sensitive bud until your chest was heaving. Pulling away his head with an audible pop, he quickly placed the clamp on your nipple. You whined softly as he repeated the process with your other nipple until both were clamped between the teeth of the metal binding.

“Ah ah. Not so loud or I’ll have to leave the door open yoi. You don’t want the rest of the crew to see how needy you are do you? I think another 30 minutes here would help us both, hm? I’m feeling relaxed already and I’m sure you are too,” Marco said with a grin, pulling on the chain gently. You pushed your chest up to alleviate the pain from the clamps but that caused the large plug in your ass to be ground in further. Marco looked you over, putting his index and middle finger into your fist.

“Once for green, twice for yellow, three times for red,” he said softly, waiting for your response. You gave him two hard squeezes and he kissed your cheek.

“I felt yellow. Again, just to make sure I got the right one. Once for green, twice for yellow, three times for red,” he repeated. Just as before you squeezed his fingers twice, leaving no room for error.

“Doing so well, Doveling, just a little more,” he whispered into your ear. He replaced the headphones, kissed the top of your head and shut the door to the closet. Humming happily he sat down at his desk to finish the last of his paperwork. He’d be done soon and he’d make you come around his cock until you cried for him to stop. That would alleviate your stress, he thought with a grin.

#mean marco #smut drabble #tee hee #ask away!#reader x marco #marco the phoenix

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rea-grimm · 15 days ago

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Kitsune Izo

You were visiting an island in the New World. Since it was your first time, you decided to check out the local temple, which was rumoured to be the best local landmark.

The path to it wound through a dense forest, which, according to all legends, was once home to demons. The path was lined with ropes adorned with protective talismans.

You continued walking when you noticed the ropes had suddenly vanished, leaving only the path. With every step, you felt as if something was watching you. The bushes around you rustled, and you saw shadows flitting by. It felt as if the temperature had dropped, and you could even see your breath. You started to feel uneasy.

You took a few more steps when you noticed a strange creature on the path a short distance ahead. The creature had red eyes, long fangs, and horns. You froze in your tracks and this time looked up at a branch, where a three-eyed crow sat. More strange creatures began to gather around you.

You turned around, and to your surprise, they were behind you as well. The only clear direction was toward the forest. You took a few steps to the edge of the path, and the strange creatures never took their eyes off you. You took a deep breath before taking off running.

You ran through the forest, leaping over bushes and exposed roots. Behind you, you heard the thud of footsteps and growling, which terrified you and motivated you to run even faster.

Your brain ignored all the scratches you accumulated during your escape. Your body focused solely on the path ahead, pumping blood to your muscles and escaping.

You ran for a long time until your lungs burned, and your body involuntarily slowed down. You reached a clearing, but still heard the sounds of those terrifying creatures behind you.

You tried to go further when a figure appeared before you. It was a beautiful woman with long black hair, red lips, and a scar across one eye.

"You're safe," you heard her voice say as she supported you with one hand. You immediately noticed the fox ears protruding from her head and the fox tails emerging from beneath her clothes. You couldn't tear your eyes away from her. She was breathtaking.

The Kitsune raised her hand, and immediately, levitating fireballs surrounded it. Her gaze fell on you, then back on the demons. They flicked their wrist, and the fireballs struck the demons with perfect precision. Those who survived froze in shock before fleeing.

Once only the two of you were left in the clearing, the Kitsune scooped you up in her arms like a groom carrying a bride and walked away with you. It was as if you weighed almost nothing to her.

"Where are you taking me?" you asked, looking at her. She was truly beautiful. Like an ancient statue brought to life.

"To safety," she simply said. She carried you through the forest, and you had the impression you were going in the direction you had just run from. She moved lightly, as if she knew every inch of the forest like the back of her hand.

To your surprise, she took you to the same temple you had originally intended to visit. Inside, it looked cosy, but it didn't remind you much of a girl's room. It seemed more like a man lived there.

She placed you on a sofa covered with soft blankets and fluffy pillows.

"Wait a moment, I'll tend to you," the Kitsune said, giving you a slight smile.

"Thank you, madam," you replied, still mesmerised by her beauty. And only when she mentioned it did you realise how many scrapes and scratches you actually had.

The Kitsune said nothing. She just raised an eyebrow before a soft green light illuminated around her hand. She passed this light over your skin, and the scratches automatically healed.

"Now rest," she said with a kind smile before standing up. You hadn't even realised how tired you were until you fell asleep in an instant.

When you woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. You opened your eyes and sat up just as the Kitsune entered the room. Truth be told, you still didn't know her name.

"How do you feel?" she asked you, sitting on the bed beside you. Her tails gently swayed around her and you, so much so that you couldn't resist petting one. Her fur was velvety soft.

"I feel much better. Thank you so much for everything. I don't know what I would have done without you, madam," you said sincerely. The Kitsune smiled amusedly at that.

"I'm glad you feel better," she said genuinely, before leaning slightly closer to you. "But I have to correct you. You've called me 'madam' twice now. I am a man," she, no, actually he explained, and as he leaned in, his neckline widened, and you saw that he was telling the truth. You felt as if the gears in your head stopped working for a moment, and you just stared at him with an open mouth, which you opened and closed in an attempt to respond.

"Wha-what? You... you're a man?" you stammered, unable to say anything else. You immediately remembered yesterday, when he healed you with magic and how his hand passed over your body. You instantly turned as red as a lobster. You wouldn't be surprised if you were red all the way to your behind.

Kitsune chuckled lightly, his tails wrapping around you as if forming a nest or protection.

"I'm not mad at you," he assured you, stroking your head. "It was quite adorable, how you reacted."

"That wasn't adorable!" you whimpered. Finally, you couldn't bear it, took one of his tails that was right next to you, and without thinking, buried your face in it out of embarrassment. At that moment, it didn't even register with you. The Kitsune chuckled, then wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, his breath tickling your skin.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of," he comforted you, stroking your back. "But perhaps you could tell me your name in return," he said gently.

"I'm Y/N," you mumbled into his tail, without lifting your head.

"Hmm, what?" he asked, and his ear twitched.

"I'm Y/N," you said again, reluctantly lifting your head so he could understand you. You still felt embarrassed about it.

"I'm Izo, and it's an honour to meet you," he smiled at you and pulled you closer. Something told you that you wouldn't be leaving this sanctuary anytime soon.

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#one piece #monster piece #one piece x reader #izou one piece #izo one piece #izo x reader #kitsune izo

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marymary-diva17 · 1 year ago

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A marriage of peace & political (2)

Zuko x water tribe reader x male mai + others

Many years had gone by since you left your home and become a wife, it had been so long since you had seen your family and everyone else. No words or visit had taken place between them with you, at first it had broken your heart but you soon came to terms with everything. There was some distance between yourself and southern water tribe, that had grown over the years since the last time they saw you. Over the years you had changed into the person you had become now these days.

Y/n " ........" you are the on the dock of the fire nation ship moving on the ocean, you were looking out on the landscape surrounding you.

Fire nation solder " my lady y/n we are not that far from the South Pole"

Y/n " thank you for the report please make sure everything will be ready to be unloaded"

Fire nation soldier " yes my lady" it had been so long but you were finally going home, not for a home coming but for help. As some tension had risen and issue had risen for water and earth kingdom, Among themselves and some tension with the fire nation as well.

????? " mom" you soon had a smile show up on your face, as you looked to see your four sons standing there.

Y/n " hello my sons" you soon walked toward your children, all of your dressed for the cold climate.

Y/n " Muko, Izo, and Uze, Zoja I thought you boys will be inside with everyone else"

Muko " we were going to stay inside but we came to see how you were doing"

Y/n " I'm doing well it has been so long since I been here"

Izo " that good to hear mother"

Y/n " I'm guessing your fathers had asked you all to come on the trip with me to make sure I'm okay"

Uze " yes as it seems like they don't like your family and their friends that much, and one of them the avatar ... so sad on how he failed to keep his oath"

Zoja " even after this marriage it seems like chief hakoda has failed to keep his rule in line, as well so has his children the only one who has been successful if you mother"

Muko " mother we don't wish to be rude we have here for two reasons to keep our family safe and to see your home and all the culture you talked about"

Izo " yes it going to be a good trip"

Y/n " I'm happy to hear that boys" Muko and Izo are fire-benders like zuko and have his personality and inherit his looks as well. While Uze and zojia didn't have any bending abilities but picked up their father Mao talent for daggers and looked and act ike him.

Y/n " I know you kids will be able to find some fun in this place and one we are done here we can go see the rest of our family on ember inland"

The boys " yes mother" The children had become your pride and joy over the years, the boys and their fathers always found ways to make you happy.

Uze " mother" Uze was Ponting at something and you soon saw it the South Pole it has been so long since you been home, even due it had changed it was still your home a bright smile grows on your face.

Y/n " welcome to the South Pole my children" The fire nation ship soon stopped the ship at the dock the walk way had bene dropped, as you and had gotten off with your children. To see water nation soldiers waiting there as well it seems like they were apart of the escort to the palace and into the village.

Water nation solder " hello lady y/n we have been order by your father and brother to escort you to the palace and inside the village"

Y/n " thank you I will also be bring my guards as well under the commands of my husbands"

Water nation soldier " yes that can happen we all take you and your party right now if you wish"

Y/n " yes please" the Group soon left the docks the suppiles will follow later on as you soon walked inside the village, you had been greeted by cheers and music. It seems like everyone had come to see the arrival from you water and earth kingdom civilians and soldiers are here. The were people waving to you and you waved or smiled back, after a while you soon reached the palace.

Muko " well we are here it time to show them what you can do"

Y/n " thank you my child"

Water nation guard " up these steps everyone else is in there my lady and it good to have you home"

Y/n" thank you and it good to be home" you and eveyrone soon walked up the steps as the door opened and soon more cheering and music had been heard from behind you and in front of you.

Squire " I announced the arrival of lady y/n the princess of the fire nation and lady of the southern water tribe daughter of hakoda and kay, and sister to sokka and katara " you soon made you way towards the front where all the important people are standing you soon saw your father and siblings, along with everyone else.

Y/n " chief hakoda hello it good to see you again and everyone else it has been go long" hakoda had smiled and soon made his way towards you.

Hakoda " welcome home my daughter I have missed you it been to long but it good to have you home"

Y/n " yes it"

Sokka " welcome back sister"

Y/n " hello sokka"

Katara " y/n I'm happy to have my sister home"

Y/n " hello katara ... hello to you as well aang and top it good to see you all are doing well"

Toph " hello snow princess I have missed you"

Aang " hello y/n I have heard about the great things you have done I and nomads ow you thank for helping us restore the air temples"

Y/n " you are welcome"

Hakoda " I hope your remember all our old friends as well they have come here for the meeting"

Y/n " hello everyone"

Toph " are zuko and Mao coming along with iroh"

Y/n " they will be coming later on I and my company came first"

Bato " speaking of your company who are these four young man with you today they seem young warriors in the making"

Muko " we are the children of princess y/n of the fire nation and lady y/n of southern water tribe the sons of her husband and future heir of the fire nation" The room had fallen silent after muko had said that and bowed soon his three brother had followed suit.

Sokka " okay I must not be hearing right or the music got to me but did he say he your son"

Y/n " yes he my son all four of them are my sons"

Sokka " wow I can't believe I have nephews"

Katara " it so wonderful to meet you four"

Izo " it good to meet you as well"

Hakoda " I can't believe I'm a grandfather why haven't I been told ahead of time"

Y/n " I have sent word but it seems like letter were never received or read"

Hakoda " well we can find a solution later I'm happy you are home and my grandsons are here as well"

Sokka " family hug"

Uze " I don't do hugs"

Toph " hey I like this one"

Uze " your toph I heard great stuff about you from my mother and great uncle respect"

Toph " thank you"

Y/n " we can talk later and have time to get to know each other or caught up, we should get to the meeting I'm right to sokka time line"

Sokka " you still know me well sister" you had nodded your head as the meeting will be starting soon but you know during their time here it was going to challenges for you, as now you will be dealing with your family and the others. As life was not the same anymore, you were going to do you best while you were here and not let the last control that much.

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happyely2 · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Portuguese D. Ace x Fem!Reader

Rating: For everyone, even if there will be mentions of blood, physical and mental wounds, needles for stitching wounds and some small hints of cuddles (the right amount, because we like it that way). If you are sensitive to descriptions of blood or wounds skip the story. At times comical and at times a little sadder, I hope you enjoy this one as well as Cozy Autumn Prompts.

Summary: Being the girlfriend of Portgas D. Ace, the infamous pirate commander of Whitebeard's second fleet, isn't always easy. You know well that life as a pirate is a constant gamble, but every now and then you just want your man - and all the people you care about - to return to your room without wounds to patch up. It's fine that you're a scrupulous and attentive nurse, but damn these men don't have the slightest bit of restraint when they have to attack a ship or a new island, and Ace is the first to throw himself into the fray, but you love him so much that you are willing to always take care of him.

🪡Taking care of a lover’s injury 🪡

“Oh God, what happened?!” You whispered as you caught a bottle of alcohol that was about to fall to the floor. The ship had been shaken by a violent blow, it was as if someone had rammed into it and if someone had succeeded it must have been a very large ship.

“Put all glass bottles safely away and prepare emergency kits. I'm afraid we'll have twice as much work to do today!” You said to your colleagues as you adjusted your white shirt so that it wouldn't get in your way during the fight.

The New World was increasingly full of hotheads who aimed to become important pirates and to do so they targeted the ships of the big boys. Calm and tranquility were words unknown to Moby Dick.

"Goodmorning sweetheart! How was your morning?” Satch and the other men had set up a trench with the kitchen and dining room tables, you ducked to dodge the bullets and stood next to the commander of the fourth division, while the latter loaded a rifle with gunpowder to pass it to one of your companions.

“It could have been better! Who is attacking us?” You said as you opened your bag to get needle, thread and some alcohol, some of your people had been hit by bullets and needed to be treated immediately, quickly extract the bullets and stitch them up to avoid losing a limb or too much blood.

“A rookie, he has a stupid Mohawk. What poor taste.” Izo was next to you and in a short time he had fired three shots that all hit, but the enemies seemed to multiply. Meanwhile, you had finished stitching the leg of one of your companions who immediately picked up the rifle again and started shooting.

“Be careful, I just got the stitches!” You said while you were taking care of another wounded man, this time he had been hit under the cheekbone and almost lost his eye.

Luckily the barricades protected most of your comrades from even more serious injury, but the rifle fire continued to rage.

“We're running out of bullets here, we need to move on to strong weapons.” Satch was next to you, sooner or later the enemies would have to run out of cartridges you thought as you carefully looked at the enemy fence, those bastards were making excuses with thick metal shields.

“The main bridge? Do you have any news?" You asked quickly gathering your stuff inside your bag and placing it over your shoulder. Attacking the left flank where the kitchens and infirmary were located was a dirty diversion, your enemies were aiming for the main deck where Whitebeard generally remained to dictate orders, the left flank was less controlled than the others.

“None, they cut off communication, but everyone else is here, I don't think there will be any problems.” Izo said as he handed you a spare slugphone: “Try this one, it's another line.” He said as he continues shooting wounding five more enemies.

"Ready? This is the kitchen, main deck, can you hear me?”

“Main deck, we hear you loud and clear Miss.” Vista's voice made you breathe again, even though suspicious noises could be heard in the background.

“The Vista situation?” You asked without wasting any time, your other companions were arriving with more medical supplies, ready to follow you to the main deck.

“A bit bad, we have too many wounded among the new recruits. Nobody seems to be serious, Santa is organizing the boarding of the opposing ship." Vista replied as a sword blow could be heard cutting something in the background.

“Dad needs to rest dammit! Satch we have to pass now, there are injuries that need to be treated.” You said as you ended the conversation. Whitebeard may have been one of the most feared men in the New World, but at that time the treatments he was undergoing were so delicate that they could aggravate his physical situation.

Furthermore, the enemies had chosen a perfect day to attack, Marco had gone to deliver important messages to your allies, without the first commander you were at a disadvantage, his phoenix power was very useful in those situations and if Marco was missing it only meant a what: Ace was about to lead the boarding of the enemy ship.

The cook didn't have to be told twice and his entire division went on the attack while Izo's covered his back. It took some time before you and the other nurses made it to the command bridge safe and sound because neither Satch nor Izo would let anything happen to you, and once you got there you immediately started rescuing your crew.

Maybe Vista didn't want to alarm you, but the situation was quite inconvenient. You just hoped you wouldn't have to amputate any limbs.

“More enemies are coming!” Fossa, the captain of the fifteenth division, had raised the alarm. There was too many wounded who needed to be transported below deck, the infirmary would not have contained them all.

“Damn this was a trap.” You said as you approached the railing to check with your own eyes, the girls behind you were working to treat those who were at greater risk.

Four more enemy ships were arriving at great speed.

Your captain's laughter made you all spin. It was like him to laugh in those situations: “Let them come, they will only find defeat waiting for them.” Luckily Whitebeard wasn't injured, you breathed a sigh of relief and continued to move the injured below deck, so that they were safe and could be better cared for by the ship's doctor, you and your colleagues.

The cannon shots seemed to tickle your ship, but they were becoming closer and more precise.

Whitebeard had given the order to return fire and so all the men got busy.

“We need to get off that damned ship.” Satch said as he leaned out to see the damage, with the figurehead they had entered well into the side, destroying part of your house, you were with the fourth commander to understand the damage and to see if there were men to recover, they certainly were medical supplies have been affected.

“Ace comes here!” You said catching the second commander running across the bridge. Damn he was hurt! That idiot had gotten himself hurt and he had a Logia as a fruit of the sea.

“Love you are here! I didn't see you and I feared the worst. How is it going, do we have so many injured people?” He asked turning towards you and smiling warmly at you, she hugged you instinctively to check that you weren't hurt.

Either he was under the influence of a huge amount of adrenaline or Ace had such a high perception of pain that those injuries didn't bother him. This was a question you would never find the answer to.

“How the hell did they hit you? Ah, you're bleeding, stop here..." You looked at the long wound on his chest and the one on his right arm worriedly, his devil fruit made it difficult to stop the wound because the blood was too liquid due to the heat that his body was giving off.

“Some have Algamalotite weapons. They also resist my attacks which is why it took us longer.” He said Ace showing one of the weapons in question to the rest of the crew. He then explained how traps were scattered around the ship which had injured other people that his men were bringing on board.

Better and better.

“Where did they get them?” Asked Halta as he looked at her carefully, the workmanship of the sword was good, too good to have been made by any one person.

“We'll deal with this later. We need to free the ship and sort out the ones that are coming.” You said taking a needle and thread to saturate Ace's wounds, but your girlfriend stopped you in time and after placing his hair on her head he headed towards the Strider: "I can block them if I move now."

“ACE COME BACK HERE NOW!” You shouted trying to follow him but were quickly stopped by Izo before you jumped off the ship to chase him.

“Don't worry, he is not alone.” He told you looking up at the sky, Marco was back and was following Ace to give him back up.

“I swear that as soon as he comes back I'll sew him up properly!” You said the same as you watched the two commanders strike at the opposing ships. Whitebeard laughed loudly, commenting that you young people were so carefree that he envied you a little.

You sighed and turned towards the main deck, there were less serious injuries waiting to be treated and recovery operations to be carried out, so you rolled up your sleeves and started patching up your companions while who was still all entire effort was made to free the ship.

A couple of explosions followed one another in the following hours, marking the end of the fight. Ace and Marco had laid waste to the enemy ships and were returning, the strider was going slower than its normal speed and Marco was flying too low for his standards.

“Go on and check that everything is in one piece, big sister, we'll take care of it here.” Said one of your colleagues while you finished stitching a wound. You left the final directions and grabbed a new medical kit before heading to the main deck.

As soon as you arrived you immediately noticed the two commanders surrounded by the others who were asking for details of everything and more.

“Before you ask for anything, let me patch them up.” You said as you opened your bag and took out everything you needed, no one dared to argue. Marco had been wounded by the same weapons that had hit Ace, but his devil fruit was already taking effect so you fixed a couple of bandages and disinfected the wounds well, until you noticed a deeper one on his shoulder and that's when you cursed.

Ace was worse than a rag, lying on the ground and with his head spinning, he was kept conscious by Satch and Izo. He had lost too much blood, that imbecile.

You breathed in and out to calm yourself down and started lecturing them both, while everyone else laughed out loud.

“ESPECIALLY YOU ACE! IDIOT!" You said as you took the bottle of alcohol and opened it to clean the wound on your arm, it was deep, but it hadn't severed the nerves or any important blood vessels, Marco meanwhile was rearranging his shirt and was careful not to damage the stitches you had put.

“Stop squirming Ace!” You told him while using alcohol.

“That stuff bothers me.” Your boyfriend said with a grimace, then he told what had happened on one of the ships, that he had found other Algamalotite weapons, which now lay on the bottom of the sea and which all bore the same symbol, a skull with a sword that it pierced him in half.

There had been no need for anesthetic, the adrenaline was doing his job.

A couple of sutures later and you had completed the job, while Ace had finished his report: "I don't like this." You said as you put your tools back, everyone agreeing with you, it wasn't a normal Jolly Roger, it looked more like an anti-piracy symbol.

Ace leaned on your shoulder and held you close to him for reassurance, you all suspected that a fight like that was something premeditated and thought out down to the smallest detail, it was no coincidence that they attacked you at such a time. Marco's absence and the fact that we were without your other ships must have studied you for a very long time.

And if they had done something like this, none of you could rule out the possibility that they had thoroughly studied every single member of the crew.

“Daddy have you taken your medicine?” You asked turning to your captain. Ace was worried about that question too, because he knew how meticulous you were about reminding old Whitebeard about his medications.

“I hadn't gotten them yet. Are you afraid of something?” The man replied, then taking his favorite bottle of sake. Sooner or later you would have had to lock him up.

“It was too strange an attack dad, they hit us knowing our weak points too well.” He said Ace sensing your thoughts, thinking about it now, ramming the Moby Dick with a large ship on which traps and strong men were positioned was a diversion that didn't convince any of you.

Marco meanwhile was taking note of everything that needed to be repaired while with one ear he paid attention to the direction the conversation was taking.

“Attack or not, we should be more careful, anyone who can walk come and repair the ship, or at least let's try to fix it to get to the next island. Little sister tries to fix as many men as possible and give me an inventory of the medicines we lost." The first commander said, starting to give orders, conspiracies and suspicions would wait for the evening, for now you had to fix the damage suffered.

"See you this evening." She said Ace in your ear and leaving you his hat.

“Don't overdo it too much as the stitches might pop out and no devil fruit Ace.” You told him as you watched him run towards the hole to be repaired together with all the other men. You then gave the medicine to Father, because you always kept a reserve supply in case he didn't take it, and you said goodbye to both him and Marco to go below deck.

You had men to stitch up and put back together, and many of them.

“How bad is it?” You asked Satch in the late afternoon when you went to see how the men were doing, who as soon as they had been stitched up and treated had rushed to repair the ship, without even receiving the green light. And Ace was among them, not only had he rushed to free the ship, but due to the injuries he had suffered and the loss of blood he had also fallen into the sea and Satch and Izo had jumped in to save him.

Now your boyfriend was sleeping blissfully on top of your legs, covered in bandages from head to toe.

“It could have been worse, luckily the ship is repaired and thanks to you girls the men are back in shape immediately, or at least all of them and there is no one missing.” He said the cook as he took off his yellow handkerchief to wipe away the sweat. They had taken all the surviving crates of food and placed them safely on the other side of the ship.

“I hate how Ace put himself in situations like these.” You said while stroking his black hair rocking him to sleep, you knew him well, he had squeezed out every last crumb of his fire, he had saved many of your companions but this would have put him out of action for quite a while in the days to follow.

Satch laughed heartily and then helped you carry Ace into his cabin, you checked on him one last time and went out leaving him a note on the bedside table, in which you warned him that you would be back later.

You continued your tour with your colleagues, you had distributed medicines and painkillers to the men and then you went downstairs to take inventory of the medicines. By writing everything down meticulously, you realized that the situation wasn't the best.

“We've lost more than half of them Marco, and I can't ration the supplies we have because they don't even cover a third of the crew.” You said as you handed him the report you had made.

The first commander read the numbers you had collected, despite everything he remained apparently calm.

“We have to grit our teeth for a while, we have two days of sailing to the next island, with the ship in these conditions. We will have to work miracles." Phoenix said as he put down the book and checked the route she had chosen. Under normal conditions the Moby Dick would have arrived in less than half a day, but the ship risked taking on water and one of her engines was showing signs of failure.

Resisting for two days in those conditions, with the adverse weather of the New World would not have been so easy.

“Don't worry about my shoulder it's already recovering, go see Ace.” He told you immediately afterwards with a hint of a smile to reassure you, Marco had seen Ace fight and had confided in you that his health conditions worried him a bit.

“Okay, see you later Marco.” You replied, but not before leaving him a couple of painkillers. You quickly left the door and went towards Ace's room, the dining room was destroyed, so the fourth division would have brought food to everyone else and many accommodations were in bad shape, the men had organized themselves as best they could with mattresses, bunks and hammocks in the corridor.

You went to the infirmary to see if there was any news but your "little sisters" reassured you that everything was fine, you still said to call you in any case. They would have slept in the infirmary, because your rooms had also been hit.

When you entered Ace's room you didn't expect to see him already standing, you sighed and closed the door behind you joining him.

“Hey Love!” He greeted you with his usual smile, as if nothing had happened, you huffed but also smiled, luckily Ace seemed to be indestructible.

“You should stay in bed and rest.” You told him as you checked his bandages, they needed to be changed and surely a few stitches had popped off.

So you didn't waste any time and made him lie down on the bed, not without some protests.

“Wounds like this take longer to heal Ace.” You told him as you sutured him again, you had given him a shot of anesthetic, at least to not make him feel pain but his devil fruit quickly burned what was injected into his body, it was no small problem.

Ace was trying not to say a word or let out a single cry of pain, he was trying to hold on so as not to worry you further.

“I know it hurts, honey, I promise it's just for a few more seconds.” You said, better fixing the last stitch that had opened and then bandaging everything with a thicker and tighter bandage, at least in this way the stitches would have to hold up for the night.

Ace threw himself on you, complaining a little about the rest of his body hurting, so you asked to show you where he hurt. You discovered that he had at least a dozen bruises scattered here and there.

So you rolled up your sleeves and took some lotion from your bag to sober them up it can be absorbed more quickly.

“What is it Love?” Ace asked you as he ran his hand through your hair to caress you, he could see that you were tense.

“I hate seeing you in pain.” You responded, leaning against one of the pillows on Ace's bed. You had rubbed lotion on him and now you were lying next to each other. You traced the outline of his abs with your fingertips and with a light touch so as not to hurt him.

“One sleep and I'll be as good as new.” He said Ace smiling at you and kissing the tip of your nose, then your cheeks and finally his lips. He was an incurable romantic.

“If everyone were like you. We have two days of travel ahead of us, said Marco, supplies of food and medicines must be heavily rationed, but luckily no one has lost their lives." You said caressing his face and lingering more on his cheeks to play with their softness.

“It'll be fine, you'll see, we've faced worse and Marco will have chosen a fairly calm route.” Your boyfriend had taken your hands to bring them close to his lips to kiss them. He then slowly went up until he reached your neckline where he rested without asking your permission: "You're an excellent pillow and I'll recover faster this way." Ace had started purring like a cat rubbing against you and you had laughed, not chasing him away but holding him tighter to you.

“Are you still thinking about the symbol you saw?” You asked after a while, noticing the serious look that Ace had made while looking at the sea from the porthole of your cabin.

“Yes, I don't know why but I have a strange feeling.” And that strange feeling more simply translated into trouble ahead.

“They could hang up on us but they know that at this point Dad might intervene with his devil fruit.” You said playing with the locks of his hair, they had grown a little more, he would have to cut them soon.

“You know his power is so strong that it would wipe out the continent, and then I don't think it would be good for his health.” Ace had started drawing invisible circles on your back, slowly and in an almost hypnotic manner.

“Someone here doesn't want to sleep…” You whispered in his ear making your lover smirk.

“Come on Love, so I can heal faster.” Ace breathed on your neck allowing a rush of shivers to travel down your spine.

“You are recovering.” You insisted, standing up and straddling him.

“In fact, I won't make any movements, you will do everything, are you my personal nurse or not, Love?” Ace's warm hands ran along your sides rubbing against the bones of your pelvis, he knew that was a delicate spot of yours and that you loved when he squeezed it like that.

You held back a moan, just to not give him satisfaction, but the blush on your face made him smirk again.

“So I have full control? Can I start this visit?” You asked as you unhooked the clasp of your bra and Ace helped you take it off throwing it away on the floor of his room.

You wore a white top that tied in a bow at the back of your neck, it was Ace's favorite.

“Of course Love.” Ace had settled in better, he loved it when you took control in bed, it was a shame you weren't wearing a uniform.

You didn't have to be told twice and you gave him a kiss on the lips, then moving down to his chin, to his neck where you bit a little harder, drawing a small sigh of satisfaction from him, and then continuing your descent of kisses on his his abdomen.

Here you were a little more careful not to bite too hard and you helped yourself with your hands to tease him a little more. You traced the grooves of his muscles with your fingertips and went down to the V carved on his groin and dared to bite a little harder.

You smiled as you saw Ace's gaze starting to become full of lust.

You wasted no time fiddling with his belt, you knew it too well by now and knew how to remove it quickly.

“So far the control seems to be going well.” You said while playing with the elastic of his boxers.

"You say? I keep feeling something isn't right." He had said, caressing your cheek with his warm palm which you rubbed against.

You were about to continue, wanting to give him more pleasure, until the alarm went off all over the deck of the ship and made you freeze on the spot.

“Fuck.” He cursed Ace as you quickly got dressed to go check. You rushed out of his cabin to find yourself in a critical situation.

They were attacking you.

“I thought we were past the bad part.” She said Ace as you two reached the main deck. The sound of bombs hitting near the ship.

“These people here don't intend to give in, they attacked us waiting for us halfway.” Satch had arrived before you and handed you the binoculars to get a better look.

“That's ten ships! But what do they think they are doing!” You said as Ace grabbed your waist and quickly lowered you to avoid a cannon shot, he had grazed your head.

“They have the same symbol as the others, they must be allies.” Izo said taking cover as well.

“There's only one thing left to do, let's attack them.” Ace was about to come out, the Moby Dick was surrounded, Marco stopped him in time.

“It's not the right time yet.” The first commander had said, the ships were not within range, the snail near us had started to ring incessantly.

“This is the infirmary, where is the big sister?”

“I'm here, what's happening?”

“They hit us and we are seriously injured, come help us quickly.”

Damn, that's all you needed, more serious injuries to operate on in a situation like this.

"I am coming." You said, closing the conversation and turning to Ace: “Don't bullshit honey.” You told him and he smiled back at you.

“Go save our comrades.”

You ran downstairs to find yourself in total chaos, you quickly rinsed your hands and immediately put on gloves, there wasn't a second of time to waste.

“The situation upstairs?” One of your companions asked, handing you the tools to remove the pieces of wood that had stuck inside the body of one of your shipmates.

“Quieter than ours. The commanders were pissed off." You responded by starting to extract the largest pieces and immediately moving on to disinfecting and suturing.

The roars of some cannon shots or the sound of swords being drawn did not distract any of you while you operated.

You had lives to save and no one would die on your ship.

Twelve hours later the infirmary was a mess of needles, bottles of painkillers, scalpels, various instruments and blood. But fortunately all the most critical patients were stable, even those who had injured themselves on the command bridge and had been rushed to the infirmary.

The battle above had ended with the explosion of the enemy ships and Whitebeard had also played his part, he had regulated his power but this had cost him his health.

“Don't you dare lie. I can see it hurts.” You said as you set up his new IVs and increased the dose of antibiotic and painkiller to make him feel better.

“Enough is enough.” He replied, placing a hand on your shoulder: “You did a great job, you and the girls.” He added, looking at each member of his crew covered in bandages and painkillers.

You smiled, forcing yourself a little, the adrenaline in your body was starting to decrease: “Thanks dad.” Ace was next to you, his bandages stained with blood, but he was well enough to stand and support you. The fight had burdened him and despite this he also had responsibilities as a commander, he had to grit his teeth and set a good example for all your men.

Marco examined the nautical charts, the ship had suffered further damage and navigation would become more difficult, the island you wanted to reach was too far away.

“Hey…but that's an island!” You couldn't believe your colleagues' words, the girls were leaning over the bridge to get a better look.

In the end they were right, an island had appeared on your horizon.

“Marco please there is an island we can go to.” You had talked to the other girls, and all of you had introduced yourself to the first commander to convince him to go down to the island that you had spotted that morning at the first light of dawn when the smoke from the other ships had cleared.

Ace had tried to dissuade you, but he had no say in the matter.

“It is not part of our territories.” The first commander said while drinking his cup of bitter coffee.

“And whose would it be?” You asked for all your colleagues as Ace tried to calm you down. The island was only two hours away from you, you could have stopped to stock up on food, repair the ship and treat the wounded better.

“Del Rosso.” Marco replied, cursing himself for having taught us girls to navigate and knowing how to read a map and he cursed himself even more for having answered, the girls and you, hearing that name, had headed to Whitebeard to tell him to dock on the island immediately.

“They don't have a shred of restraint.” Satch had said, understanding well that landing on an island belonging to another emperor was not something prudent.

“It's Shanks the Red, of all people it's the best guess that could have happened to us.” Ace said, your boyfriend hadn't moved an inch after you glared at him, as if to say either you're on my side or I'll kill you. You could have a civil discussion with him, but it was still a risk.

“The problem is that knowing them they would face it without even thinking about it. Especially your girlfriend Ace.” He had said Izo, adjusting his Kimono to hide a bandage.

“Don't tell me anything, I have no say in the matter.” She said Ace, resigning herself to the fact that when you set your mind to something you managed to get it done. The boys started laughing heartily, your fervent spirit had brought back some joy to the crew.

In the end however, partly due to everyone's tiredness and partly because it was urgent to repair the ship, you had prevailed and for this reason you headed towards the island.

You could have expected anything when you got off, but not to find the Red's crew on dry land.

“Hey Whitebeard!” He had greeted the emperor with his usual smile that you couldn't identify. It was an idiotic smile. That's what the only explanation was.

"Red."

“Please, no fights.” You said, placing yourself between the two and glaring at both of them. You were sick of a lot of clashes and battles. The deathmatch for the sake of the good old days could wait.

No displays of Haki, no weapons being drawn. You breathed a sigh of relief and left the two emperors chatting while Marcus began supervising the construction of a camp. The redhead's crew also helped you, Ace was right to say that of all the emperors Shanks was the best case that could have happened to you.

Six hours later you were finally leaving the infirmary you had set up to get some fresh air. You had rechecked all your patients, fixed and splinted broken legs, destroyed wrists and sprained arms, all injuries that the men had hidden from you and for which they had received a severe lecture.

“The injured, even the serious ones, fortunately, they are all stable. Two days and they'll be as good as new.” You reported to your captain, explaining who the most critical ones were and what medicines needed to be taken as soon as possible.

“The ship has suffered quite a bit of damage, we should stop here for at least a week.” Marco said, listing the damage suffered, and it was quite a bit, but luckily it could be repaired.

The meeting was going to last late and Ace noticed the bags under your eyes and the fact that you couldn't pay attention. The lack of sleep was making itself felt.

“You should rest.” She had told you, making you sit on him. Nobody had said anything, in fact the discussions had continued.

“I will rest when I need it.” You said, trying to continue listening, even though the warmth of her body was an invitation to sleep, you had to resist. Three hours later, in the late afternoon you had emerged from the meeting room tent. From what had emerged, Red and his men had also been attacked in a similar manner a few days earlier and from the rumors circulating, an alliance seemed to have formed to eliminate the old emperors.

Better and better. If this was true you would have expected a clash in the days when you set sail again.

It was better to go and stock up on medicines.

“Let's go get the medicines from the village and come back.” You had told Ace leaving a kiss on his cheek. You had quickly changed by borrowing one of his shirts.

“Are you sure I don't have to come with you?” Ace didn't want to let you wander around alone, ok you were with your colleagues but he still preferred you to avoid it, despite everything there were bounties hanging on your heads that would have attracted many bounty hunters, but the sooner you went to get the medicine the sooner you could go back to him you answered him.

“Sure, just think about regaining your strength.” Ace had collapsed a few seconds after you had left the meeting room, sleep, narcolepsy and the wounds that had not healed had drained him of his last strength and carrying him to his tent had been a titanic undertaking.

“We'll be back in three hours.” You reassured him and left the tent, going to the girls and walking towards the nearest town.

Three hours later you returned as you promised and the whole crew breathed a sigh of relief that had not gone unnoticed by any of us.

“What do you want me to tell you, our nurses are known to be quite troublesome.” You could finally treat Ace with the right dose of painkillers and antibiotics, one that she would only wear off the next evening.

“We troublemakers?” You laughed as you took some cotton and soaked it in alcohol, you had to clean the wound on his chest and Ace was already glaring at you.

“Don't be such a baby, it's just rubbing alcohol.” You said placing it on his chest and pressing softly. Luckily the stitches hadn't broken in the previous clash.

“I never liked that thing.” Ace said glaring at the new cotton ball that was getting closer to his wound.

He was a child.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek to distract him and it happened.

“Big sister!” One of your girls had entered the tent: “Did I interrupt something?” She asked then noticing how you looked. You sitting on Ace's lap in a position that couldn't be misunderstood.

“No don't worry dear, tell me everything.” You responded, taking the gauze and starting to bandage it. Ace's torso, your boyfriend wanted to say otherwise but he held back.

“We found some natural hot springs, you have to come and bathe with us now! Commander Ace I'm commandeering our head nurse for the next two hours.” Your subordinate had said, grabbing you by the shoulders and dragging you out of the tent.

"HEY!" Ace was following you ready to catch you but the other girls prevented him: "This evening will be all for you, but for now we want to be with the big sister."

Luckily Izo and Satch had grabbed Ace by the shoulders and carried him to the other side to distract him. Telling him that it was right to leave some space for us girls.

“You are impossible, I don't even have a costume!” You said as the two of you arrived at the shores of the Hot Springs.

“Who said you need a swimsuit, we are all women!”

After all, they were right, but you regretted not spending time with Ace, you had been interrupted a few too many times for your liking in those hectic days, the only thing you wanted was to spend some intimate time with the your boyfriend.

But the thermal water was a panacea for your nerves that you would regret in the next few days. Only you girls, no man nearby and a lot of calm interrupted here and there by some otters that came close to smell you, were the inhabitants of that place and we had taken a liking to you.

There was so much calm that at a certain point you couldn't stand it anymore. You kind of missed the chaotic life that was with your sailing companions, but you missed Ace so much, you wanted to go and hug him, lock yourself in his tent and stay with him all night.

The spa had only partially dissipated the stress you had accumulated during those days, you knew well how to dispose of the remaining part with your fiery boyfriend.

“I'd say we go back to camp.” You said as you walked out and put on your underwear and white top. The cold air of the evening went perfectly with the feeling of warmth that the spa had left in you and this had made you even more nostalgic for Ace, usually he was the one who created that sensation that you liked so much.

"Already? But can't we stay a little longer?”

“It's been more than two hours, they'll be worried about us.” You replied as you looked around for your shorts and trying not to fall on the otter pups that must have been spinning around frantically. What naughty little brats.

“But boss, we're not enjoying this calm!”

“That's right and men can be alone, what could happen?”

You looked at each of your friends and just your look was enough to convince them that it was best to go back. You could already imagine what could happen to that rowdy gang of Pirates with the absence of you girls.

“We will come here more times in the next few days.” You finally said making the others laugh, they all agreed to go back to having some relaxation: "They took my shorts!" You added as you weaved through the vegetation to look for them.

The girls also noticed that a couple of their clothes were missing, but the otters that had kept you company were starting to get restless and seemed to want to tell you to forget about it and go back.

"That have?" You asked yourselves, not understanding the sudden agitation.

A sudden movement of air above your heads made you suddenly spin.

“Damn I didn't get them!” About ten men had appeared on the other side of the baths. A shiver ran down your spine as you slowly approached the others, that symbol they carried with them, a skull with a knife dividing it in two, were the men who had attacked you in the previous days.

“It's okay, just come here.” She tried to say one of them with a dodgy face, yellow teeth and some missing, his face marred by scars.

You remained f trying not to make any rash moves, you couldn't escape because they were surrounding you and you were disarming.

"Damnation." You said as the girls pressed closer to you. How long were they watching you? Had they come to you before? Did they know about the camp? Had they already attacked him? How was Ace?

It seemed to be a nightmare that didn't want to end, those men possessed Algamalotite weapons, Ace possessed a devil fruit and risked being seriously injured, he even risked his life.

You couldn't allow something like that.

Another blow forced you to duck to avoid a scythe hitting you, only then did you notice a scalpel on the ground, how it ended up there didn't interest you that much, it was always something to defend yourself with.

You took it without hesitation, hiding it inside your hand.

It was the seven of you against more than a dozen armed men.

You had to play smart.

And while the men surrounded you starting to list the worst things to do to you you tried to find a way to escape, the main path was out of the question, if they were intelligent they had put some men to guard it.

The forest seemed like the only way out, but it was characterized by such dense vegetation that it would only hinder you.

But it was the only option available.

“At my signal, run as fast as you can, no one looks back, let's be clear.” You said as one of the enemies approached you. If they had captured you you would have become a dangerous medium of exchange. You knew Santa so well that he would have done anything to bring you home safely, not to mention Ace, oh god if only he had found out about the danger you were in.

You couldn't let your boyfriend risk his life with the injuries he had. No, you would never forgive yourself.

“Big sister…” The man was a few steps away from you and the girls.

You inhaled deeply and only when he was one step away from you did you use the scalpel to hit him in the jugular. Blood splattered everywhere but you didn't care.

Some of the girls screamed at what had happened. The men in front of you were stunned. It was just what you needed.

“Leave now!” You shouted grabbing one of your little sisters and starting to run, you had the element of shock on your side and you had to make the most of it. The camp wasn't too far away, once you reached it you could have notified everyone.

Two gunshots made your blood run cold. Warning shots, they wanted to capture you without doing too much damage.

They wanted to avoid the wrath of your captain and his commanders.

“No one was hit. Let's run boss."

“In the vegetation! Hurry and don't scream, not even if a shot passes by you!” You immersed yourself in the forest among brambles and branches that hurt you every time you passed, your wounds burned and your muscles ached, but you had to keep running, soon the gunshots would no longer be a warning.

You were just thankful that you and your classmates had been through so much that you weren't scared so easily. The oxen and the silence were your best allies at that moment, but the voices of your opponents were too close, they seemed to have grown louder to boot.

And the camp fire still seemed to be so far away.

“Hold on, we're almost there!” You said as you saw Whitebeard's flag along with Red's flag waving in the night. Driven by a new spirit you overcame the last obstacles by starting to shout to attract attention, to hell with not getting caught,

“ACEEEE” You screamed seeing your boyfriend's hair near the fire.

The dark-haired man turned around looking for you until he saw you and he became alarmed along with the others. Ace started running in your direction without wasting time, without waiting for the others.

“Take them!” The men chasing you had increased and the shots were not sent as a warning but were trying to hit you.

“Run, don't turn around.” You said as you jumped over a log and helped one of your classmates up after she fell to the ground.

“Come on, come on!” you said starting to run again hearing Ace call your name.

Ace was running towards you, everyone was coming.

Then a gunshot and your world became darker. You fell to your knees as you tried to pack the wound on your pelvis. The blow was so strong that it knocked the bullet out and your body stopped reacting the moment your knees hit the ground.

“Run you fools!” You said trying to send the girls away but no one moved petrified of what had happened.

You felt the blood flow out of the wound, hot and thick and spilling onto the ground.

Ace stood in front of you motionless as if he was trying to act but he couldn't, but in his eyes you could see a fire you had never seen before.

He caught you before you fell to the ground and held you close to her: "Don't worry love, I'm here." He said standing up and facing the enemy.

There were few who had seen Ace's true anger when someone dear to him was attacked or hurt, and there were still few who had survived to tell the tale.

You felt Ace hand you over to someone else, you couldn't keep your eyes open from all the blood you were losing, but you felt Ace place his hair on you and tell you to hold on.

Then he went all dark and muffled and a white light covered your vision.

Waking up wasn't the best, you heard the sound of the machines you had in the infirmary intermittently and you couldn't focus on what was around you.

Breathing hurt, and the oxygen mask you wore scratched your cheeks. Only then did you notice a mass of black hair leaning on the same mattress as you and an orange hair, which you knew well, resting on top of you.

Ace was sleeping, he knew how long you had been unconscious or if he had been struck by an attack of narcolepsy.

You stroked his hair, lulling him to sleep and observing his expressions, until he opened his eyes.

“Hi Ace.” You greeted with a smile.

“Well woken up Love” He replied, leaving a kiss on your forehead and caressing your face and staring at you for endless minutes.

"What happened?" You asked trying to get up but being stopped by Ace.

“You pay attention to the points.” The brunette said as she helped you up without you trying too hard.

“She woke up! You woke up sweetie!” Satch's voice said as she walked in with a tray full of lots of breakfast things. Immediately afterwards she entered half the world into the infirmary.

“Big sister you recovered!” The girls did nothing but cry loudly, while the men tried to comfort them and make them calm down, they were full of bandages and plasters, only superficial wounds fortunately. Each one told how difficult it had been to operate because of the blood you had lost and that they hadn't stopped until dawn. Red Shanks' doctor had also come to help you.

The girls continued to cry and you were moved by that reaction and you also tried to calm them down, but they started crying more.

“You should have seen Ace after they took you and then the girls didn't let us get closer even with threats!” She had said Izo sitting on a stool near the bed and Ace had turned red with embarrassment.

“Not only did he knock out all the enemies who were chasing you, but this wretch here went straight to their camp, burning everything and everyone, without waiting for us.” Marco continued, hitting your boyfriend on the head with a newspaper.

“Ace!” You said, turning to him, “Stupid, you don't have to face so many enemies alone.” You grabbed him by the cheeks.

“Come on Love, they hurt you, I had to punish them properly.” The dark-haired man said, freeing his cheeks and squeezing your hands.

"Unconscious." You said with tears in your eyes.

God you nearly lost him, because if he had been injured you wouldn't have been able to treat him in those conditions.

“Commander Ace don't make big sister cry!”

A small argument had developed between Ace and the girls, Izo had promptly pulled you out to prevent your health from worsening while the others tried to calm the two parties down.

It was your captain's voice that called your attention: "Let her rest, Ace, keep an eye on her." So everyone had slowly left the infirmary and the two of you alone, the girls had first relieved you of all the devices and drips to which you were attached and now you felt freer.

They made sure Ace didn't do any harm and were very direct in saying in no uncertain terms that I shouldn't force myself in any way and then they left.

“Come close to me Ace.” Ace didn't have to be told twice and got into the infirmary bed with you, you were a little tight but feeling him so close made you feel good.

“Aren't the girls going to hang me somewhere?” He had asked as he kissed your cheeks.

“Don't worry, I'll stop him.” You said touching his bandage and looking when she was covered in blood.

“Ace…” You whispered, trying to get a better look.

“It's not mine…it's yours…” Ace said rubbing your back with his warm hands to calm you down. You could only imagine the pain Ace had felt seeing you lose all that blood.

“I didn't know how to fix this.” He whispered looking at your bandage and slowly caressing the area: "I was very scared, they held it down like you told me to do, but you kept bleeding and I..." Ace's eyes were shiny, you knew him well that yes he would have stopped himself from crying, but he needed it right now.

You held him tightly to you, hiding his face in your breast and whispering in his ear: "Love, I'm here, safe and sound, Grace and you, if you want to cry, do it, I'm sorry for having made you worry so much." Ed Ace had held you close to him and salty tears had started streaming down his face.

He had told you what he had felt in that moment, so much fear. His flames had become uncontrollable due to those emotions and he was grateful to be alone at that moment.

“Actually there was Marco who turned me off just in time.” He added as you wiped the tears from his cheeks. You couldn't see him in that condition, Ace never cried - the only time he did was when he told you who he really was and about his past.

"Unconscious." You whispered, kissing him lightly: "You can't do these things if I'm not there to take care of you." You added, kissing him again.

“I don't like that the roles have been reversed.” Ace had said as he kissed you back.

“For once we can take a few days to ourselves.” You told him, kissing him again and biting his lower lip.

A pang had suddenly taken you from his side all the way down to his stomach. Ace had noticed this and immediately put himself in a different position, raising your torso slightly even though you said you were fine.

“You're clearly in pain! Please, just help me.” He said checking your bandage, luckily everything seemed to be fine.

“Ace don't worry.” You tried to reassure him, in a couple of days and some painkillers they would have you back on your feet.

“Don't you want to go back to work right away?!” Ace had placed you on top of him, you were now leaning against his chest and the tray full of Satch's food rested on your legs.

“How long has it been since you ate?” He asked then taking a grape and bringing it to your lips.

“How long has it been since you ate?” You responded with the same question by cutting a slice of meat and giving it to your boyfriend.

“For once I can take care of you.” He said to, Ace exasperated and leaving kisses on your neck. You laughed and then you continued breakfast, during which Ace told you what had happened at the camp, Redhair had already left the island and there had been no farewell fights or anything like that.

You chatted and exchanged small outpourings of love until the doctor came in and decreed that you could leave the infirmary but that you absolutely had to rest.

“Losing a girl like you! I really don't think about it, Ace don't make her get too tired please." The doctor said, giving another direct and blunt lecture.

“But why is everyone like this?!” Ace was carrying you in his arms, he had been adamant, he wouldn't make you so tired. You laughed and hugged him. Only you knew the delicacy that Ace put into every gesture that concerned you, even when you made love, no one would have ever said it but Ace - in addition to being fiery and passionate - was extremely sweet and kind. He cared a lot about making sure he didn't hurt you and making sure he respected your every need.

Yet you were happy to only know this sweet and delicate aspect of him.

“Ace let me change your bandages.” You said, getting up from the bed and grabbing the medical kit you had brought with you.

“I should be the one to change them for you. My wounds have already healed.” Your boyfriend had said stopping you from grabbing something and double checking your bandages, they were still clean and perfect.

A suspicious noise had made you freeze on the spot, voices calling for help and the nurses had reached your ears.

“Oh God, not again…” You said ready to leave to go see the situation.

"Do not even think about it." Ace said taking you back to bed and snickering.

“Ace but what if someone is hurt?” You protested once on the mattress, you tried to get up, but there was no way Ace would die.

“The girls are here, you absolutely need to rest.” Your boyfriend said, kissing you between your collarbones and slowly unbuttoning the shirt you were wearing at the time.

No other alarming voices had arrived from outside so the situation was under control.

“Will you take care of me?” You asked, settling yourself better on the pillows and waiting for your boyfriend to come closer.

“I will be your personal doctor.”

He kissed you, a kiss full of passion and tension accumulated in the previous days, a kiss that only tasted of so much love that you absolutely wanted to give him to heal those wounds that had remained in the soul and not in the flesh of both of you.

You kissed him back as his hands came down to cup your hips.

At that moment only the two of you existed and nothing else.

#one piece #portgas ace smut #ace smut #ace x reader #portogasdace #op #portgas ace x you #ace x oc #portgas d ace x reader #one piece ace #Happy_Ely🪷#portugas d ace

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 1 year ago

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New World (6)

Itachi Uchiha x Reader Fluff

Summary: The world War has met its end and Itachi has returned to his village. He questions whether he should set down his roots here when he meets a stranger. Or rather, a stranger is forced upon him by fate.

Warnings: old men and their rituals

Word Count: @justiceiswater your comment is the reason I got myself to write this chapter quickly.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

When one thinks about a Bamboo Village, one imagines bamboo being a part of every household in that village. But what we are looking at, or rather, walking through- does not do justice to the name. The entrance of the village is the endless lush bamboo trees with the freshest tone of green; grown up as if to infinity, but never preventing the sunrays from bouncing through the sturdy mesh throughout this little forest. The filtered sun rays are welcomed by your sun-starved skin, bringing a much-needed calmness to your mind as your lips curve into a smile and your eyes close to face the direction of the filtering sun.

Itachi is watching the worry wash away from your face slowly but surely. That little guarded emotion in his chest seems to have eased up a little on seeing you smile at the scenic entrance and the warming sun. And in place of that guarded emotion, another hue of something heavier- but positive- seems to take place. His mind is curious as to what is this new feeling in his chest. But his eyes are stuck on you. Those dark pupils are somewhat lighter in today's sun.

"Welcome to the Bamboo Village! Our humble home," the Chief announces from above his ride and Naruto is the first one to gasp in bewilderment. Where the bamboos end starts an entire village at the edge of a hill made structures entirely out of bamboos- bridges, houses, furniture, you name it. And at the top of the hill sits a lone structure etched in stone- a temple.

The village is lively with the happy cries of children and surprisingly melodious calls of merchants and hawkers in the marketplace. "There's the hot springs!" Naruto points to the farther edge of the village where the caravan can see steam rising by the end of the hill crafted into smoother edges. Before Naruto can break into a dash for it, Kakashi grabs him by the collar. Chief chuckles at the agitated yellow-haired ninja. "You can soak in the hot springs all want. But before that, I would like you to meet our village elders. At the temple. Come. They have been around for about hundred years now-" he continues to talk while directing his ox towards the road that leads to the temple, and the rest follow- "so it is safe to say there is no one wiser than them in our homeland. And they will be able to explain our problem better than us. And then hopefully, Kakashi, you will be able to help us." Kakashi smiles under his mask. "As long as my comrades are safe, we are willing to help in any way we can." He does not look behind him but he- along with the rest of the members- can sense the heat of guilt rising in Fukaboshi and Izo's cheeks. Itachi can make out that they do not want to be here but they cannot say no to the chief's orders after the massive blow he has given to their egos. It does make our village's assassin happy internally.

The road finally ends up to a huge staircase, where the animals are left and the caravan climbs on foot, leading to a courtyard which overlooks the mountains and hills surrounding them and a clean breath of air gently plays around the temple in the centre of it all. Everyone stands at the steps of the temple door. The Chief takes a step to the door to bow in respect, a signal for the two elders chanting hymns inside the temple to get up and be greeted by the guests waiting outside. Fukaboshi and Izo are standing at either end of the group while Kakashi is humble enough to wait at the back and let the young ones be the first to receive the blessings. But that does to stop the Konoha's silver blade from having his eyes and ears out for any movement out of the ordinary. Even though Kozuki seems to have joined him at the back with a suppressed smile that does not seem suspicious at all. Itachi, on the other hand, seems to have an itch because suddenly, you are standing in the very front with Toge taking the place next to you. Naruto standing on your other side and Nami is standing behind Toge, trying to get a good look at the two bowls being picked up by the temple monks with purple and golden beads in one hand. "Wait-" Nami sounds confused- "Kakashi that is a-" "Do not speak unless you are spoken to," Toge tuts from the front, cutting out whatever it is that Nami is about to speak. "But-" Izo shushes Nami, for which the latter takes full offence. One monk takes the string of purple beads in one hand and the other takes a string of golden ones. Both of them start to sing a deep-throated hymn as they step down the stairs. Itachi furrows his brows at the shade of fear setting in Nami's eyes. The monks have stepped down and are now standing in front of the group. The elder of the two dips his fingers in the copper bowl in his hand and takes them out to sprinkle it over you and Toge. "What's wrong?" Itachi whispers, leaning towards Nami. And suddenly as if a thought strikes her as his voice collides with her thoughts, she grabs the back of Toge's jacket and pulls him back, while at the same time using her other free hand to push Itachi forward in Toge's position instead. "WHAT THE-" Toge is hushed by the second monk. While he is trying to make sense of what just happened, the monk takes your left hand and ties the string of purple beads on your wrist. Next, he takes Itachi's right hand and ties the golden beads on his wrist. The bowl is used again to sprinkle the contents on both of you, with the hymn still going. "Can I have one too?" Naruto whispers in the direction of the monks, grinning with all of his teeth.

Kakashi can see from the back the flustered and confused expression of the chief, who seems to want to stop the monks but isn't allowed to do so for fear of stopping something sacred. Unlike him, Fukaboshi and Izo are facepalming themselves discreetly before the former- who is also standing closer to Toge- whispers through his teeth, "You had one job." The elder monk takes the string-wrapped wrists of both of you and puts your hand in Itachi's, chanting something known only to the elders. You stand there with no thoughts behind your eyes, only following what the monks do. Itachi is trying to calculate the base of this ritual. The second monk dips his finger in his bowl and out comes the index painted red, which lands on your palm to draw one single symbol. And with that, the chanting comes to an end.

Toge is breathing furiously, his face red with anger as he glares at Nami with the intent of murder. You curiously look into your palm to make sense of the symbol. The monks bow to the chief and the caravan. "Shinzo-san, these are our guests!" the Chief explains, exasperated. Suddenly a chuckle bursts out of Kozuki that slowly turns into a cackle. Kakashi tilts his head in confusion. "Did we do something wrong?" You and Itachi look at each other with a blank gaze, neither of moving your hands away. A single crow continuously croaks at the edge of the temple roof, as if he too is laughing at something. "What's so funny, Kozuki?" Naruto shouts, "And why won't the monk-sama give me these beads?" he tries to grab one in the second monk's belt. His hand is thwapped away with a smack on his wrist at the speed of lightning, the elder never breaking from that peaceful glow on his face. "Izo!" the chief shouts in anger, "is this your doing as well??!" The old man seems to be at his wit's end. Kozuki is clapping and laughing like a seal by now until her stomach hurts and she moves in front of the group to finally look at your disoriented figure waiting for answers. "Congratulations!" She exclaims with pure joy, her voice reverberating through the temple, "Uchiha Itachi and Y/L/N Y/N, by the powers vested in these old monks by our Gods, you are now officially married!!"

#itachi uchiha #itachi x reader #itachi x you #itachi x y/n #itachi fluff #itachi smut #itachi uchiha fanfic #itachi fic #new world #maladaptive ninja returns

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justwritingscenarios · 2 years ago

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SCENARIOS (characters done in green and coming in purple)

continuously denying others who think they are together (Izo)

"no we are not together" "…at least not yet" (Law)

ice skating and one is super bad at it so you need to hold hands

having to share a bed and accidentally end up cuddling (Law)

watching a movie and falling asleep on each other's shoulder

them talking about you to their friends and they make him/her realise they are lovely interested (Koby)

they find you wearing one of their clothes

A: Oh my gosh, this dog is so cute ! B: You say cute, I say absolute demon. A: Hey! Things can be cute and absolute demons. Just take you for example. B, blushing: Y-you think I'm cute?

"I can come yet but you can sit on my lap until I'm done working."

"Shh, you're safe. I'm not letting you go." (Sabo, Crocodile, Corazon coming soon)

"I'm think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

"It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

a quick forehead kiss while they rush for "work"

palm kiss (after a injury ?)

"You said you liked (something), so I bought this for you."

tracing their scars/birthmarks/tattoes

"How do I know if I have a crush on someone ?" "Well, you can't stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they're around, and then you want to- why are you looking at me like that ?" (Limejuice coming)

"This sounds like you're flirting with me." "… I have been trying to do that for X years now. Thanks for noticing."

holding hands during a stressful situation

intertwining fingers

"I just feel safe when I'm with you. Like nothing bad can happen."

"This marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen," (Yonji)

pick-up line "okay so sleeping it off didn't work. let me consult my list. hypnotism, no. meditation, certainly not. well something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with you."

"This is all your fault. If only you weren’t so fucking beautiful and smart and funny and perfect, I might not have fallen for you."

B exists A :"I might be going a little crazy thinking about B." C raises an eyebrow. A:"Fine. Maybe a lot more than a little"

"You love them, don’t you?" "How did you know? I told [friend] not to say anything." "They didn’t have to say anything."

Mistake the adress and ringing the wrong neighbour

He's always frowning and you put your finger on the winkle between his eyebrows (Limejuice coming)

you catch them doing something cute (petting a kitten/puppy, smelling a flower, eating a candy)

beach episode

they're your enemy/captain/crewmate and you crush on them

"If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'll catch a cold."

modern au : your neighbour is loud and you write them a note, they send you flowers for apologise

natsu matsuri : you saw them in a very chest-opened-yukata because of the heat

you're sent to help them out of a prison

modern au : the waiter at the restaurant is very cute/sexy but you're too shy to ask for their number

they were supposed to meet up with someone else that didn't show up and since you have started talking, you spend the night together

in the train, they got the wrong sit and sit in front of you

they pick a flower and nonchalantly give it to you (Yonji coming)

people mistake the situation and think you're having a date

Robin notices all of your discreet glances for them/the way you look at them (Robin POV?) (Sabo)

#Scenarios #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece x reader

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mamamittens · 1 year ago

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Not bed time yet but I am having some fun considering this in my head.

More nonsense for Nikia's story!

You know, when I was making her, I did consider other shippy stuff besides Thatch.

Mostly my top fav blorbos, because why not?

It's not a long list (will likely be longer when I actually catch up to OP)

Ace was tempting but out because I mostly just want to hug the poor bean. He needs more of those and some light teasing, it's what he deserves. Nikia and Ace would just devolve into sibling bullshit, I can see it now. She just pesters the shit out of him and while a little bit of that is fine, thats not usually a very healthy couple dynamic.

Marco was another nice idea but that's just my bird + even cooler bird = Really Cool ✨ birds ✨ thought process at work. He also deserves some head kisses though, make no mistake, but less aggressive than Ace's and more "sleep now, u fucking workaholic". They'd vibe together really well though in chill time.

Shanks... I just don't think Nikia could take him seriously and the excessive drinking would not appeal to her at all. Just a no go all around but she would find him fun to hang out with at a party so long as she didn't have to drink too.

And that's about as far as my thoughts went before zeroing in on Thatch for no discernable reason.

Actually, I think it's the smile. I just really like a nice smile.

Funnily enough, I also put some thought to his most popular ship, Izo X Thatch. Not sure how it happened, to be honest. Though I can see why with some thought, it's not as intuitive as Marco X Ace (what with all the fire and contrasting traits). I would be interested to know how this ship got so ubiquitous, it may just be a case of these two not having many other ships in general.

Which raised the question of putting Nikia in there too, but I'm still a tad thrown with the idea of shipping my SI (as somewhat warped from myself as she is) with anyone, let alone two people.

But it has popped up in my mind again. It would give me more plot to thicken up the overall story. Hate writing short stories for OCs, seems like a waste, idk how else to put it. And it would give more reason on Thatch's side to not initiate if him and Izo have a more open relationship. Maybe they can take another lover if the other approves or at least knows (I imagine this is a useful rule as long as you don't get jealous and it helps avoid any awkwardness if it's suddenly revealed).

Some fun drama of Izou chiding him for stringing some poor girl along for a fling and Thatch being offended like "I don't want a fling though! That's the problem!" So they unpack that together as Izou chides him more for giving her his nicest foulard despite not going for it at all. But ultimately understanding why he doesn't because damn, that would be pretty rude to enter a serious commitment only to leave her most of the year while he gets to stay with his other lover. And she hasn't taken a lover of her own yet so she'd literally be left in the cold waiting for him to call! He can't do that! Not to mention it seems a bit much to throw in Izou to the mix when it took so long for Thatch to warm her up to him.

Too complicated and messy despite really wanting it.

And it would give me the perfect opportunity to let Nikia know earlier since Izou would definitely call her once the dust settled. Might keep the dick move of having her still think Thatch is dead but as a deliberate ploy from Izou to partly keep her safe if Teach found out about their... Thing they had going on and so she doesn't accidentally reveal Thatch survives (or maybe at first Izou really did think he'd die). The other part was in the hopes that she'd find someone she could actually commit too without the complicated bullshit of being in a long distance relationship with pirates.

Probably takes a bit to realize that she absolutely really loved Thatch more than a friend and feels horrible for lying.

She doesn't and always asks how he's holding up before even hinting at her own grief, which doesn't help Izou feel any better about lying. Izou would get some shit for that and he feels increasingly worse for his ruse as he calls her regularly to talk. Feels nice to mourn a (sort of) lover with someone who isn't also reeling from the personal betrayal of a shared brother. Maybe he catches feelings too (Thatch will laugh hard at him for this). Admits that he'd have approved wholeheartedly if given the chance but stops before including he would have liked to be involved too, she'd have fit so well with their dynamic on board. Stops because he meant to let her keep her feelings to herself to mourn as she wants without mixing himself with it (how mortifying to be told my a 'dead' man's lover that they know how you felt after the fact the whole time) but the call breaks down into a very emotional one that, once again, does not help his guilt.

Just, the timeline where I bully everyone for a needlessly long time before letting them be happy.

Or maybe I won't do any of that at all but it does make the overall story more interesting, that's for sure!

#mittens rambles #absolute nonsense #but the sheer ✨drama✨#and irony of Izo falling into the same trap Thatch did for different reasons #the woman that made two separate yonko pirates stumble and hesitate #while scowling and fussing about her winter cabin like a hermit

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izoecloudservices · 3 months ago

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jojosito · 1 year ago

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Wrote a little something with this in mind

As per usual, Chaldea's hallways become busy whenever there's word of Master coming back from a long expedition. Both servants and staff rushing to gather outside the rayshift room, to make reports, check on the party's health or simple welcome them back after weeks of being away.

What a fucking embarrassment.

Izo would think, watching bitterly from a corner whenever he had the misfortune of witnessing such heartwarming reunions. But, as it often did, those same thoughts were now back to bite him in the ass.

He's not going to the rayshift room, though, because the guy he's looking for always gets sent to the infirmary upon arrival.

"…I see, even the saint graph got affected"

Standing before the door, the assassin could make out Da Vinci's voice coming from the other side. It was strange for her to be there, but he doesn't dwell on it too long, as another person seems to join in the conversation.

"We'll have to run some test to determine if it represents any risk to the spirit core." It was that doctor with the creepy bird mask, Asclepius, monotone as ever in his speech. And yet, the exchange makes Izo feel prickles of concern taking root. Did something happen to Nagayoshi? His grip around the juice he brought for the berserker gets a little tighter at the thought.

"I'm tellin' you guys, I'm alright" said berserker finally speaks, dismissing any worries as if reading his mind. It was of little help, though. Of course he would say that, he always does. And Izo didn't need to be there to know the two servants in the room weren't buying it either.

"We just want to be sure, Mori-kun. It's the first time we see something like this, so it's better to be safe than sorry. Right?"

"Right"

Annoyance still lacing his tone, Nagayoshi agrees with a sigh. Which prompted the other two to finish their assessment and instruct him to stay there while they go and check on the rest of the team. Taking the chance to sneak in, Izo conceals his presence, entering the room once the inventor and the doctor are out of sight.

"What the fuck did you get yourself into now?" The assassin asks, trying to hide his concern in the crudeness of those words. He drops the act rather quickly, nonetheless, because another set of feelings hit him once he finally gets a look at the other servant.

"Puppy! I missed ya so much!" Nagayoshi smiles brightly, excited enough to see him that he gets up from his seat and pulls him into a hug. But what would otherwise have sent a wave of warmth through Izo's chest, feels like it barely registers at the moment. The assassin's attention fully drawn to the apparent source of his worries.

Sitting on top of Mori's head, there's a pair of feline ears. Fluffy red fur covering them, matching the color of his hair.

The thud of the juice can rolling on the floor will have to suffice as evidence of his shock. Because, truly, the word 'speechless' isn't enough to describe Okada Izo right now.

I want Nyagayoshi to be a thing, like, him and other servants go on a mission and one of the enemies hits them with an attack that temporarily alters their saint graph and gives them cat ears or some other bullshit like that vmcmfncn

#nagaizo my beloved #im cringe but free #feedback is very welcomed tho cus I wanna get better at this djhdjk

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Ⓐ (whitebeards-16th-commander //Call it curiosity!

My Muse Will Rate Yours Meme

ATTRACTIVENESS:

repulsive ― hideous ― ugly ― not attractive ― unappealing ― not unattractive ― meh ― no preference ― ok ― mildly attractive ― nice looking ― cute ― adorable ― attractive ― pleasant on the eyes ― good looking ― hot ― sexy ― beautiful ― gorgeous ― hot damn ― would tap that ― perfect ― godlike ― holy fuck there are no words

PERSONALITY:

grating ― irritating ― frustrating ― boring ― confusing at best ― awkward ― unreasonable ― psychotic ― disturbing ― interesting ― engaging ― affectionate ― aggressive ― ambitious ― anxious ― artistic ― bad tempered ― bossy ― charismatic ― appealing ― unappealing ― creative ― courageous ― dependable ― unreliable ― unpredictable ― predictable ― devious ― dim ― extroverted ― introverted ― egotistical ― gregarious ― fabulous ― impulsive ― intelligent ― sympathetic ― talkative ― up beat ― peaceful ― calming ― badass ― flexible

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD BE TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM.

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending ― fuck no! ― never ― no way ― not likely ― not sure ― indifferent ― i’m asexual ― maybe ― probably ― it depends ― fairly likely ― likely ― yeah sure ― yes ― would tap that ― hell yes ― fuck yes! ― wishing that could happen right now ― as many times as possible ― we are already having sex

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:

never in a million years ― worst of enemies ― enemies ― rivals ― indifferent ― neutral ― acquaintance ― friendly toward each other ― casual friends ― friends ― good friends ― best friends ― fuck buddies ― bosom buddies ― practically the same person ― would die for them ― true friends ― my only friend

FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:

i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:

HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:

worst kisser ever ― terrible ― bad ― awkward ― just okay ― alright ― pretty good ― good ― makes me moan ― excellent ― exciting ― oh god they’re good ― i dream about it ― fucking amazing ― absolute perfection ― we haven’t kissed

#whitebeards-16th-commander #Izo you are safe...For now

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year ago

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Eri Reader x Straw Hats Part 25- Wano Part 3

-Sasaki was nothing but nice to you, keeping you safe from the raiders who were storming the castle, wanting to stop Kaido, grinning down at you as you sat on his lap as he was keeping watch in a long hallway.

-Your eyes went wide when you saw Shinobu and Yamato, with Momo and you froze when Sasaki attacked them- it felt like your heart stopped for a moment.

-When you tried to jump down off Sasaki’s lap, he caught you, not wanting you to hurt yourself as you struggled to get away, “Don’t hurt my friends!”

-Momo shouted out your name, thinking you were being held hostage before Yamato ran forward, attacking Sasaki, being able to get you away from him, holding you up on his hip, holding you closely, “I’m returning Y/N to her brothers- I swear it!”

-A familiar voice then spoke up, “I agree!” you turned, seeing the General Franky and you lit up, “Franky!!” the robot’s giant hand lifted, greeting you warmly before he focused on Sasaki and his men.

-Yamato gave you to Shinobu, as she was trying to get both you and Momo to safety, and Yamato told Franky he was going after Kaido, “Luffy might be racing you there!” which made Yamato race off, wanting to get to Kaido first.

-Shinobu did her best, but after she was betrayed by one of her friends, he took both you and Momo, giving Momo to Orochi to finally wipe out the Kozuki line.

-Kanjuro was keeping you in his arms as you watched Momo being beaten, “No! Stop hurting him!!” Kanjuro wanted to keep you safe, as Kaido would be pleased with him after he dealt with all these invaders, trying to keep you calm, telling you Momo deserved this.

-Your horn flared to life as you glared, “Nobody deserves to be hurt!!” a wave of energy, much like at the Whitebeard War, flowed from you, shooting Kanjuro back as well as Orochi as he was going to kill Momo.

-You were glaring hard as two figures reformed, one male and one female and as Orochi sat up, his eyes went wide, seeing two people returning from the dead as Oden and Toki took their first breaths in 20 years.

-Many were screaming, including Orochi who saw it as a bad omen as the two were shocked to see they were alive again before they saw Momo as well as the state of everything around him.

-Toki turned, sensing your energy, seeing that you were the one to bring them back to life as Oden charged, punching Orochi hard across the face before grabbing his son, “Warriors! Your Oden has returned- fight on! This battle isn’t over yet!!”

-While a bit freaked out to see him alive again, the warriors loyal to him all lifted their swords, giving out loud war cries, ready to follow their Shogun once more.

-Toki held you as your nose started bleeding, the aura fading as you nearly collapsed, a fever quickly taking hold and Momo called out, “Y/N!” ignoring his own wounds, he wrenched himself from his father’s arms, dropping down and ran for you, looking terrified to see you in such a state.

-Another voice then spoke up, “Oi Y/N- you sure know how to make people worry.” You lifted your head, feeling a bit delirious and you smiled softly, “Marco…” the phoenix landed and quickly rushed towards you, taking you into his arms and instantly surrounded the two of you with flames.

-Momo was trying not to cry, after his father punched out Kanjuro for betraying them, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand as Oden kneeled, “It is not weak to cry, son.” Momo shook his head, “I can cry later- we need to help our allies and friends now!”

-Toki cupped her son’s cheek softly, proud of him as the flames around Marco slowly died down, leaving him winded, but he healed you so you wouldn’t collapse like last time.

-You were still feeling weak as you looked up as Marco grinned down at you, “Izo told us of your plans- and calvary’s here Y/N!” your eyes went wide, realizing that Whitebeard and his crew was there to help, turning the tides in this battle.

-You knew that Luffy and Ace were going after Kaido, as was Yamato and you told him this, and Marco looked a bit annoyed, “Yeah I saw them on top of the skull- Big Mom is with them.”

-Your eyes went wide before you looked determined, “I need to go and help them!” you had changed a lot in these past two years, you were more confident now and he was going to refuse you, but there was something there- something that told him you were right.

-Oden agreed to take you, giving you a grin, “If there’s a fight with Kaido then I’m joining! Toki- take Momonosuke and get someplace safer. I just got you back- I’m not losing you two again!” Toki nodded and Marco grinned, rushing to help Chopper and Sanji against Queen.

-As Oden ran, trying to get to the top as quickly as possible, he held you on his shoulders, “So are you the one I am to thank for bringing me back to life?” you nodded softly, despite him not being able to see it, “I’m Y/N- when I saw Momo being hurt I got mad and wanted him to be safe.” Oden chuckled softly, knowing you were a kind soul.

-When he arrived at the battle, he took you off his shoulders, so he could rush in after announcing himself, “Kaido!! I have returned to end your reign and take back Wano!!”

-Kaido looked like he was close to tears, seeing Oden there, “Oden- is it really you?” Oden wasn’t prepared, none of them were, including Kidd and Law who were also there, for Kaido to burst into tears, crying loudly.

-Big Mom looked annoyed by his antics before she saw you, her eyes going wide, “Y/N! You’re okay!!” you tensed lightly, looking a little scared of her as she beamed, “Come to Mama and we will return to Whole Cake Island!”

-You hesitated, looking a little scared before, “I want to stay with Luffy!” she looked surprised by your answer before she smiled, realizing that she just needed to take your false family out, so they couldn’t brainwash you anymore, and you would behave.

-Big Mom ran towards you, but Law and Kidd were the ones to attack her, sending her through the roof and the roof collapsed where you were, causing you to fall, but Law caught you, something Luffy and Ace both saw, and they knew you were in safe hands.

-As Big Mom was falling, she called out Hera to catch her and Law shouted, “Eustass-ya!” the red-head looked over and immediately almost panicked as Law tossed you to him and he grabbed you, “Oi what are you doing idiot?!”

-Law pulled out his sword and launched an attack, sending Big Mom down even further, “We need to keep those two Yonko apart!” Kidd looked annoyed as your little arms were around his neck, “I meant you giving me the kid!”

-You were a little scared, being with these two against Big Mom as you hung onto Kidd’s jacket over his shoulder, but the two of them were able to keep Big Mom occupied, using powerful attacks.

-When she launched her own attack, Kidd was quick to grab you by the back of your kimono and tossed you to the side as the two got hit, getting serious injured.

-You rolled only a few feet from the force, but you were fine, other than a few scrapes as Big Mom looked furious, “I’m going to kill you both- you hurt my little Y/N!!”

-You ran forward, your horn flaring to life again as you touched each of the men, healing their wounds, much to their surprise. Seeing you being disobedient again, Big Mom was getting less patient with you, growing angry with you.

-Kidd stood, putting his good hand on your head, “Thanks brat- now we can keep going.” Law agreed as he stood up, “Stay back Y/N- we’re going to get serious!”

-You nodded and quickly retreated to a fallen stone column behind them, peeking out, watching them all fight. You looked up to the roof, seeing bright flashes of light and lightning as well as blasts of fire, worried about your three big brothers and Momo’s dad.

-You were stunned when Kidd and Law beat Big Mom- send her down into the volcano. As they both were panting you ran out, “Big Brother Law! Big Brother Kidd!” Kidd instantly froze, turning like he was a statue towards you, hearing your words as you leapt up, hugging his leg, “You both were so cool! You were so strong!”

-Kidd looked like he was panicking, having you cling to him as his face was bright red, something Law didn’t even hesitate to tease him for. He turned to Law, “Oi you bastard you-” WHACK!!

-Kidd was instantly squatting, holding the back of his head where a huge lump now was, as Law was holding you in his arms, as you looked confused, “What’s a bastard?” Law sighed softly, walking away from Kidd, “It’s a naughty word- Kidd says a lot of them so don’t ever repeat them.”

-You held your hands to your lips, worried you were in trouble, but when he said nothing, you calmed down a bit as Kidd caught up, scowling at Law as they rushed to help their crew with the fighting.

-You heard Sanji screaming out for Robin’s help and you gasped softly, thinking Sanji was in trouble but Law kept you with him, “Nico-ya can handle herself Y/N- she’s strong.” You looked proud, beaming brightly, “Mama is strong!”

-As the fighting went on, one by one the Beast Pirates fell, and you heard from Marco that Oden, Ace, and Yamato were working on keeping Onigashima from falling on the Flower Capital, Yamato and Ace using their Devil Fruit abilities and Oden using his strength.

-You felt a sudden sense of dread filling you, it felt like you were burning from the inside as you were quickly in tears, like something bad had happened as you heard drums- they were so loud, like they were ringing in your ears.

-Kidd was holding you when you started this, concerning him, “Oi what’s wrong? Y/N?!” your hands were over your ears as your eyes were clenched tightly shut before, “LUFFY!!!”

-As quickly as it came, the feeling left, leaving you gasping as you felt like something happened before you saw Luffy, but he looked like a cartoon- he was massive in size and his hair was now white as everyone was freaking out, their eyes popping from their head.

-You were just stunned, looking up at your brother, who was now going hard against Kaido, bent on taking him out once and for all.

-The last of the Beast Pirates fell after a hard-won battle and Onigashima was redirected, the threat of it falling on the Flower Capital was now over. Kaido and Big Mom were both defeated, and Wano was now free of both Orochi and Kaido- after Toki and Hiyori both took out Orochi, after she found her daughter trying to attack Orochi.

-Your whole family were injured, some more than others- like Luffy, Ace, and Zoro, who were unconscious for days, while Usopp, Nami, and Robin had severe injuries but with some medical attention between Chopper, Marco, and Law, they were all soon back on their feet.

-You had been elated to see Whitebeard, running towards him after all of the enemies were taken care of, “Grandpa!” and he grinned broadly, kneeling down to scoop you up, holding you close as you beamed, happy tears in your eyes, “I missed you grandpa!”

-The feast was massive once everyone was awake, as Oden had agreed with Yamato, to not celebrate until those who helped make this possible were awake.

-You cried loudly, being sandwiched between Luffy and Ace, once they woke up, after you hugged Zoro, as he woke up first, overwhelmed that they were all okay, as you weren’t allowed to use your ability- you brought two people back plus you healed others during the battle- you couldn’t risk overdoing it and putting yourself at risk, no matter how much you wanted to.

-You were elated to learn that Jinbei joined the crew, as you surprised him by running and leaping into his arms, “I’m so happy you’re a part of my family now Jinbei!” he held you close, feeling touched of your joy and words as he beamed brightly, “And I’m happy to know someone like you Y/N.”

-There was another issue, however, much to the dismay of all your brothers, when Oden and Toki called you over, where you saw Momo as well, beaming brightly, “I’m so happy you’re okay Momo!” his face flushed red, turning from you and several heads, including Whitebeard’s snapped over, seeing this.

-Oden was beaming brightly, “Y/N- you gave not only my wife’s life but my own life back- we are eternally grateful to you for this. We would like to reward you by inviting you to be a part of our family!”

-Your brothers calmed, only for a moment, thinking it was like the other families you had been adopted by before Toki beamed, “We would be delighted to have you as our daughter-in-law! You and Momonosuke can marry once you’re both old enough!”

-Instantly the banquet hall was filled with yelling and screaming as Luffy was quick to snatch you back, holding you too him as your family were quick to deny this, shouting that Momo wasn’t going to marry you.

-Oden was quickly standing, “Are you saying my son isn’t good enough!” Brook and Sanji had no issues throwing the child under the bus, telling them how Momo took baths with Nami and Robin and slept in the same bed with you, Robin, and Nami- which only led to more shouting and arguing as you were just staring, a bit in shock.

-Oden wasn’t going to give up, telling Luffy to come back as they were all going to work together to rebuild Wano, something Luffy agreed to.

-At the harbor you clung to Kidd’s leg, as his arms were folded, trying to deny that he was flushed bright red at your affections, saying goodbye to him.

-You ran towards Law, and he smiled softly, kneeling but you bypassed him, running to Bepo instead, leaping into his arms, “I’ll miss you Bepo!” Law’s eyelid twitched lightly, seeing that you had slighted in him favor of Bepo, which got Kidd laughing, teasing him.

-You hugged Law afterwards before running to Whitebeard, “I’ll miss you grandpa- come visit again soon!” he promised, patting your head before you boarded your ship, waving goodbye to Yamato, Momo, Tama, and your other new friends.

-Once back out to sea, the newspaper was quick to arrive, showing multiple alliances, including Crocodile, Mihawk, and Buggy, as well as new bounty posters.

-Luffy and Ace were both comically pouting, sitting on their rears as they were looking at their posters, as Nami was scolding them, leaving them both covered in lumps as they were now both 3 billion beris, but they were pouting more because you were now worth 5 billion, getting the highest bounty, as the government were growing concerned with your abilities, seeing who you’ve brought back to life, not wanting that to happen with others- because if you did the world would fall into disarray.

-You beamed brightly as everyone was comparing their bounties, some were happier than others to see such high bounties. You couldn’t wait to see what would happen next on your next adventure!

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