Aries

Basic Info: Aries | 25+ | she/her

Simple Bio: A few of you may know, I'm actually still in school for a nursing degree, I have uncontrolled ADHD, so I have a difficulty managing my time, I try my best though. I have a weird schedule, so I try to write ahead of time in preparation.

What I Write: Think of me as a BFE fanfic writer (boyfriend experience or husbando experience), I'm more comfortable with canon x reader, I prefer writing for a female reader, but I don't mind writing for GN or AFAB. I'm not very good at writing for males, so I don't think I'll be venturing into m!reader territory (sorry boys, nothing against you).

Fandoms:

One Piece

Bleach

Pokemon

Naruto

More coming soon!

Do's: angst, tragedy, fluff, comfort, comedy, romance, dark/mature themes, headcannons, AUs (modern/fantasy, you name it), connected oneshots (spanning a few chapters), nsfw/smut (rare), f!reader, gn!reader, afab!reader, psychological topics

Don'ts: p*dophilia, necrophilia (some of y'all are unhinged), hate speech, racist content, m!reader, canon x canon, I don't write for characters who have s/o or are married canonically (it makes me uncomfortable)

Writing Style: Recently, I've weaned off of using y/n in my writing because it feels more natural for people to read, I feel. I'm a very descriptive person when it comes to emotions, I try to put myself in that emotion before I start writing. I like to pull inspiration from music and/or TikToks. I tend to lean towards writing short stories to novelettes, some of my works tends to have more content due to the information. So if you were to request something, the more information you can provide on the plot you want, the more descriptive I can be. If not, if you let me pick, it might not be what you're aiming for. But, I'm down for either or, I don't mind.

Sites Posted: AO3 & Tumblr; if you see my stuff elsewhere, please notify me.

Discord server: Coming soon!

Requests: Closed - I'll finish the requests I have still sitting in my inbox

I hope school is going really well or I hope you’re free from the shackles of med school.

I was reading ISYT and I can’t believe that such a story was written.

I’ll def always look forward to more jushiro x reader from you. You’re the best at it. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I miss you all too 😭

We haven’t heard from you in a long time.

I hope you’re having a great month and a great day make sure to eat lots of food and drink lots of water and take breaks if needed it’s really important… ❤️❤️❤️❤️🤞🤞

We love you 🥰🥰🥰

Summary: "The winner takes all," he regrets saying that, now that you stand your ground in his place, praying he gets to safety.

a/n: Hey. In my defense, I did want to write a part two. But one of my proofreaders is like: "I cried, but you don't need a part two, let them suffer." So, uh, here ya go.

Warning(s): canon-typical violence, angst

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”I love you,” was the last thing Law heard from Cora before the chest went dark. Before he cried for the man who was like his father, he was killed by his own brother. That's how it always went. The nightmares never differed. Law shot up from his bed, panting, with tears streaming down his face. The vivid dreams always get him when he's traveling to a new island.

He holds his head tightly, eyes shut in the darkness of his room, hoping to get rid of the nightmare-fueled thoughts in his mind. His body flinches when he feels a pair of arms wrap around him. Patting his back in a soothing motion, soaked in your scent, “Baby, did you have a nightmare again?” You whispered lovingly. He cracks an eye open, adjusting to the darkness. His racing mind calms down as he desperately hugs you back. Taking in your scent as if it were his drug and the only thing keeping him sane. He melts in your touch, like ice to fire, “Don't worry, baby, I'm here.” He nods his head, a tear-stained face burying itself against the crook of your neck. During times like these, he needs to be grounded in reality. He needed comfort and stability.

Initially, he had thought it was better not to fall in love; it was a risky proposition. But he couldn't stop his foolish heart. He was captivated by your kindness, your knowledge, your smile, your voice, and most importantly, you. What was his excuse for inviting you to join his crew? You swam well, you would fit right in. His crew teased him, embarrassingly, and he tried to brush it off until he heard you laugh. It was his drug to listen to you laugh. When his first nightmare struck, you were as understanding as always. You soothed him with your presence, grounded him in reality, and promised him you'd stay with him.

You promised. That's what mattered to him. So, tell him why, as Bepo carried him to safety from Blackbeard's grasp, your vivre card begins to singe. Exhausted eyes frantically scanned the surroundings until the sound of clashing swords triggered his panic. There you stood, barely holding your ground against one of the emperors of the seas, while he was being carried away from the island. “Bepo, the crew… bring me back…” Bepo, the crew, my lover is still there, they promised, I can't leave them there, was what he wanted to say. He wanted to use Room, he tried to switch your spot with his. So long as you're safe. But he was too tired, too hurt, pushed beyond the limit of moving.

“Captain, believe in our crew, believe in them, we're the Hearts Pirates for a reason, they will be fine so long as you're okay,” Bepo grounded Law to reality. But, he couldn't stop the worry as he felt your Vivre card burn in his possession. Burn until he lost consciousness; burn until the last thing he saw was your smile; burn until Bepo dove underwater, out of the grasp of Blackbeard. The last thing he recalls was your Vivre card, which he was holding on to for dear life. He succumbs to his exhaustion; this time, he doesn't dream of Cora. This time, he dreams of cuddling with you, telling you how much you matter to him, how he would happily lay his life down for you, and how you mean the world to him. Telling you: ”so don't abandon me, I can't lose you too.”

The Tired One (Zoro/F!Reader)

Summary: An accidental sleep tonic turned deadly? Emotions are running high on a ship that only has three females to share.

a/n: This took me three days. It's not that it was hard, I was catching up on my sleep debt. Also, been watching too much analog horror, sorry for the title.

Warning(s): none

Posted on AO3

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Recently, you have heard Zoro complain that the booze hasn’t been strong enough; he has been complaining about it ever since, well, forever. The complaining has gotten so bad that Chopper took it into his own hands to create a potent tonic for Zoro. But, what no one expected was that it wasn’t alcoholic, it was a sleep tonic, a sleep potion to be exact. At the same time, you’re aware of everything regarding the ship and the people living on it. What you weren’t expecting after leaving the Crow’s Nest from your training was to smell smoke and the cook raging at Zoro. 

You rush in to see half the kitchen on fire, Sanji attacking Zoro, Zoro defending, but… asleep. You rubbed your eyes before squinting a little harder to check if your eyes were playing tricks on you. And, lo and behold, they were not. The swordsman was fast asleep. You moved over to separate the two from attacking, “I’ll look after Zoro, okay?” Sanji seemed to agree to that, as you turned around, Zoro was gone. Out the door and gone with the wind. You hurried after him, leaving the chaos of the kitchen fire to Sanji to deal with. 

You see him trying to jump into the ocean; he was already taking off his shirt. Sometimes, you think he’s just acting when he’s asleep, but you forget who you’re taking care of as you run over, calling his name in attempts to catch his attention despite being asleep. You pull him back by his waistband, where he fumbles and falls on–almost–you, but with your quick reflexes, you manage to push him to the side before he falls on you like a sack of potatoes. You drag him into the shadier parts of the Thousand Sunny. Seeing as he had calmed down, you decided to grab yourself a book to keep yourself entertained.

By the time you had returned, Luffy was drawing on Zoro’s face, of course. As if your day can’t get any worse, don’t jinx that. You rush over to stop Luffy, “Luffy! You need to go help Sanji with the kitchen fire that Zoro caused because you…” You pulled an excuse out of someone’s ass. Just not yours, “you drew on his face, and now it’s your problem.” You tried to reason. It was outrageous, no one was going to fall for that– 

“Aw, okay,” Luffy pouts, dropping the marker and walking into the kitchen. 

Dumbfounded by him even agreeing to such an outrageous excuse, you sigh and sit beside the sleeping swordsman. Wiping off the marker print to the best of your ability with your shirt. You couldn’t risk going over to pick up his shirt and Luffy coming back to draw, or he had run off elsewhere. 

While you began reading your book Be Bold with Bananas, you had a taste for strange books. The crew found it hilarious that you even have a collection of weirdly titled books. Occasionally, Chopper would request that you read something to him from your collection out of curiosity; you sometimes find Robin reading your books because she thought it was interesting. 

Now that you think about it, Zoro had been suspiciously eyeing your books too, not reading them, but he does watch you read in between his training time. As you begin reading, you hear Zoro mumble in his sleep. You didn’t take anything a sleepwalking danger sign said to heart. Of course, what caught your attention was when he whispered your name in the most obscure, low growl, as if you stole something from him. 

Offended, you closed your book, a hand to your chest as if he had just insulted your taste in books, “...adorable,” you tilted your head at his choice of words. Unsure if he would put your name and the word adorable in the same sentence, as you had harassed him as much as Sanji had about his inability to find directions. “You’re,” you listen intently. “Adorable when you talk…” You felt your body heat up from the sudden confession. “But your taste in books is stranger than Chopper hiding the wrong way.” You hit him over the head, not that he flinched at anything. You didn’t think your taste in books was strange at all. How dare he? 

As you turn away from him to read again, you find him inching closer to you. You check under him to see Robin’s hands playing a trick on your mind by pushing him closer to you. Instead, there was nothing. So, you go back to your book, but by the time you notice him way too close, his head is already in your lap. 

Shocked, you pushed him off. However, it persists until you give up trying to push him away. He may need a pillow. You see Chopper running around trying to create new medicine, “Chopper, would you be a dear and grab me a pillow for Zoro?” 

Chopper nodded and grabbed a pillow from the infirmary for you to put underneath Zoro’s head, but he lingered and didn’t leave. You turn back to look at him with a smile. “I’m sorry,” he pouts. “I was going to make an alcoholic tonic for him that’s potent enough that he doesn’t drink so much to feel something, instead I made him into a sleeping demon.” 

Oh, so that’s the story behind this walking disaster. You laughed and cupped Chopper’s face gently, “It’s okay, we didn’t know he was going to tear the ship apart, you’re working on an antidote, right?” Chopper nodded, “That’s good enough then, keep up the good work, I’m rooting for you.” Fired up, Chopper runs into the infirmary to make an antidote for Zoro. 

Even after the pillow was given to Zoro, he still managed to put his head on your lap instead. His sleep-talking tirade continues; everything he says is about you and for you. Maybe you haunt his dreams. “I didn’t know I haunt your dreams,” you grinned, talking to the sleeping swordsman like he was going to respond to you.

Zoro didn’t respond. Why would he? He’s asleep. You continued to listen to him talk, sometimes, it was to tease you about the small things you did in life. Sometimes, it’s to tell you to be careful. Sometimes, the line between crewmate was blurry when he spoke; it warmed your heart, even if he didn’t mean it.

“He’s gotten comfy there.” You tilt your head back to see Nami talk. You smile at her as she sits beneath the umbrella for better shading.

“You think?” Nami nodded, pointing out that he usually doesn’t talk about one person on the crew; he typically discusses fighting or training techniques. “Maybe I’m special,” you tease.

“Maybe you are, have you seen the way he looks at you sometimes?” You hummed at Nami’s words, you don’t pay attention because someone is always on fire on the ship. “Or how, when you talk, he stops training completely just to listen to what you say?” You did notice that, but you thought he was just nosy. “Or how he even offers to share his booze with you?”

“Maybe you’re thinking too much into this, I would rather hear it from him,” you smiled. Nami gave you a look of defeat and shrugged. 

“I made it! It’s potent too!” Chopper calls out, running over to you with a small blue vial of liquid. It looks suspicious because it was still bubbling. “We just have to feed it to him.” Chopper says, trying to pour some in his mouth, but it just rolls back out. “I didn’t think that far.” 

“Here, I got it,” you smiled, taking the vial in your hand. If what Nami said was true, then you should test the theory. He is rather attractive, and you couldn’t know you hadn’t thought about it on several occasions. You see Sanji jump out in joy to see the three girls on the ship, all sitting outside, as he goes back in to retrieve some refreshments. You pour the liquid in your mouth, and it tastes a little spicy. As the cook came out with refreshments, all color was drained from his face as if someone had told him a friend of his had died. He watched you kiss the sleeping swordsman, but didn’t notice that you were giving him the liquid by mouth. 

As you’re about to pull away, Zoro pulls you back onto him, deepening the kiss. Too shocked to move, you let him. You break away from the kiss to catch your breath, and you see Zoro open his eyes. He gets flustered, but you weren’t going to let him go that easily. Pulling him into another kiss boldly, the two of you break away when Nami cheers and claps that the two of you seemingly confessed, and Sanji had grown fungus in the corner of the ship. 

“You have something to tell me, sleep demon swordsman?” You tease, straddling his waist as he cups your face.

He brings you down to kiss again before whispering, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I don’t know when I started paying attention, but I’ve been thinking about you, about us. I want us to be an item.” He eyes you, seeing you wait for him to continue. He grunts, a pink dusts across his features, “Please be mine? I want to be exclusive.” 

You laughed, kissing him back softly. “Sorry, Sanji,” you said, looking up from the swordsman to the cook. A soft smile graces your features, “I’m going to be exclusive with the swordsman, someone’s gotta make sure he doesn’t get lost.” You glanced down at the swordsman with a brighter smile, “I would love to.”

a/n: This took longer than expected, should be done tomorrow though. This is said assuming I can stay on schedule.

Warning(s): none

Song Inspo.

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“You're not even going to fight?” Ace questioned, side eyeing you amidst the chaos of the battlefield. 

“No, I don't have the green light from the doc to fight, especially because I'm still running errands for him,” you sighed, hanging back as Ace takes over the fighting. At this point, there are already rumors that Ace is alive, and someone–you–took his place when Akainu plunged his attack straight through them. 

“What–” you point to his left, he ducks and subdues the enemy quickly, “errand?” You watch him fight, a front row seat, because he doesn't stray far from you. Worried he'd lose you once again. “Is that a secret?” You nodded, “then, who's this doctor you're talking about?”

“Vegapunk, he gave me this body that trapped my soul, it's a long story. I'll–” the plume of fire ignites brightly, burning someone who attempted to grab you in the process. In one swift movement, you threw them over your shoulders, knocking them unconscious. Ace raised his brows and whistled at your swiftness, "I'll tell you when we're not fighting for our lives.”

“I mean,” he crouches beside you with a smile, “you handled that pretty well. I would say we're not fighting for our lives right now.” He smiles, leaning in to retrieve a light kiss from you. 

You chuckled softly, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, “well, I don't think your new crew would be very happy to be left out of information that can potentially aid them.”

“Please, I'm still a Whitebeard pirate through and through, I'm just,” he hums, sliding his arm around your waist possessively, “‘protecting’ my brother as I've promised,” he grins. He knew it was an excuse, if not for Luffy, he would have been caught by the Marines a long time ago once again. His embrace tightens thinking about it; if not for Luffy, he wouldn't have lived long enough to find you again. 

“Didn't Marco disband the Whitebeard pirates?” Ace's eyes nearly popped out of his head when you brought it up. 

“Yes, but, how did you know?!”

“I visited him after his final brawl with Blackbeard,” you thought about it. He also recognized you without hesitation just as easily as Ace had. “He didn’t seem all that surprised, but he did mention you were on a journey with your brother, and I may run into you.” You smiled up at him, watching the battle wind down as Luffy pulled a fast one on the King of Dressrosa. “He won, not a surprise,” you grin. 

“That's my brother– your Den Den Mushi is ringing, who's it from?”

“Vegapunk,” you answered simply, picking up the call. Hearing an explosion in the background of the call sounds like an experiment gone wrong: “Be careful, doc, just because I’m not there to help, doesn’t mean you should try to blow up the lab.” You laughed a little when he responded that it wasn’t his intention. 

“A-anyways, the Marines gave you a green light, you can go retrieve Doflamingo’s blood,” he sounded happy, like he had a part in this whole situation. But you were pretty sure it was because Luffy beat the living daylights out of the Warlord. “I suppose you already found your fiancé? When should I be expecting you to be back with the blood?”

You flicked your gaze at Ace, who smiled in response, “Soon. I was going to stock up before coming back, but you didn’t give me a lot of Berries to be flexible with, doc.” There was probably yelling in the background from the other versions of Vegapunk before he hung up the call. “The doctor’s a mess,” you sighed, hoping by the time you return, the island wouldn’t have gone to ruins. 

“You’re leaving soon…?” His voice drew to a soft whimper, hugging you tighter. “Let me come with you, I don’t want to be separated from you again.” 

“It’s a long flight back, and I don’t have a boat.” You smiled softly, trying to ease his anxiety. “How about I stay with you until the next island? I have a sneaking suspicion Luffy will make his way to Vegapunk.” You reassured him with a kiss. 

He looked defeated as he nodded gently, tightening his hold on you.

“I’ll be back soon, let me just go collect Doflamingo’s blood as Vegapunk instructed, okay?” Reluctantly, he lets go, watching you in your Seraphim form approach the Marines. After a bit of back and forth, you draw blood from the unconscious former Warlord. You thanked the Marines and left quickly, securing the blood sample. 

Ace ‘kidnapped’ you back to Kyros’ ship to catch Luffy’s team, still recovering from the fight. Before entering the house, you had switched back to your human form for better cuddling, much to Ace’s surprise. As questions erupted to ask about you, as Ace wrapped his arms around you possessively, you could only laugh since you had only recently started remembering everything.

Even as ‘fake’ Lucy appeared, you didn’t quite budge. Sure, the two of you had a momentary beef with one another about the fruit, but what was he going to do when Ace was also aware of the situation? “I thought she was–” 

Ace cuts him off, a history he doesn’t want to bring up, “She’s back, and that’s all that matters to me.” There was a childish side to him. Right now, he was showing it, burying his nose against the crook of your neck as you felt his arms around your waist tighten.

You chuckled a little, ruffling his hair and patting his forearms a little with your free hand, “Don’t act so childish, he’s your brother. He doesn’t mean any harm.” At least, as far as you’re concerned, he doesn’t pose any threats to you. 

“Mm… sorry, Sabo, I’m just sensitive still,” Sabo nodded understandingly over his pain. Explaining what he was doing here and how much he missed both Luffy and Ace. After a bit, he takes his leave before Luffy wakes up. 

You listen in on the team deciding to head to Zou, Ace forced you to go with them because you owe him some explanations. During the feast, where some groups had forced themselves to be Luffy’s underlings, you laughed at how joyous everything was. You were thinking about slipping away when Ace left the group to catch your wrist.

His eyes shone in disapproval, “Don’t try to slip away, you still owe me some explanation first. You promised, one more island before you turn in your delivery.” You chuckled lowly at that, nodding, and finding a place to sit in his hold away from the chaos.

“You most likely want to know when I’ll come back, if I will; how my Devil Fruit works; and if I am… well, me, correct?” You glanced up at him, and he looked like he was deep in thought.

“Something like that, except for the last part, I know it’s you. You don’t have to prove anything to me,” you hummed at his words, leaning against his hold that you missed so much. He responded by tightening his embrace of your body. 

“Once I turn in these blood samples and make sure Vegapunk isn’t going to die from his creations, potentially, I’ll come looking for you again. I still have your Vivre card, you know?” You pluck it out of your pants pocket to show him the piece you were still holding onto with a smile. “I know you guys most likely will give Vegapunk a visit, so by the time I’m done, I think you will be on the island, so I think it would be safer to wait for you there.”

“Wait, why safer? Wouldn’t you be safer by my side?” 

You looked up at him and smiled, “Just because I work with the Marines doesn’t mean I’m safe. I’m a defect according to the World Government. I’m only protected right now by this errand. After I turn in my delivery, the World Government has all its rights to terminate me on sight, I should stay with Vegapunk until you come get me.” You smiled softly, “the doctor wants to meet you too, especially since I talked about you so much to him when I first regained consciousness in this body.”

Hearing that you spoke so highly of him so often to a well-known scientist caused Ace to heat up physically, making you laugh at his embarrassment. “C-continue…” 

“Yes, Commander,” you teased, watching him pout was a good change of scenery from the heavier conversations. “My fruit is a mythical Zoan fruit like Marco’s. I’m sorry I lied to you guys that it was a paramecia fruit prior, the fruit is rather shy. As Vegapunk told me, mythical Zoans have a will of their own; they pick their users, mine is just fun-loving in a sense. I guess it had so much fun it came for a second time,” you laughed softly.

“You are a very fun person, my love,” Ace added in, snuggling you.

“Thank you,” you hummed. “I have no idea what the hell I told you the fruit’s name was, but its real name is ‘Inu Inu no Mi, Model: Kumiho;’ you know, the fox spirit that seduces men and women to eat their livers? Yeah, I’m not much of a liver fan, but being able to transform is a tactic used to seduce the unexpected. The reason I could turn into you and hold the form as I died was because I had awakened it while training; it’s hard to explain. However, there’s a variety of skills I can do, and transforming and holding the form just happens to be one of them, of course. I need to know the exact anatomical makeup of the person down to a T.” 

Ace eyed you a bit, then his eyes narrowed, “Does that mean–”

“Yes, I’ve seen you naked, you headass, you’ve seen me naked,” you laughed when he got flustered again. “My Seraphim body is self-sufficient, it functions as a human would, I do age, it only gives me the abilities and durabilities of a Lunarian does. Yes, they exist, but there’s only a small amount of them left now,” you sighed a little, closing your eyes as you leaned against him more, “any more questions?”

“Can you stay the night? I’m not ready to see you go just yet,” Ace whispered. You heard sadness and vulnerability in his voice.

“Of course, my firecracker,” you grinned. It was a nickname you both agreed on for him.

a/n: It came to me in a dream after a nightmare. It's for a female reader because I usually write for them, but can be read as GN or AFAB.

Warning(s): slightly ooc, stalking

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Stalker!Smoker isn’t as bad as you think he is. He’s very loving and understanding; he’s not as cold as people say he is, or as scary as people say he is, because he’s a Marine. You just need to be caught by him.

Stalker!Smoker makes excuses to be near you; you’re a pirate? He’ll mark you as his primary target as a form of his justice. You’re a civilian? He’ll say you did something bad just to arrest you, so you’d be under his care. You’re a Marine? He’ll say you did something against the code and be subjected to his punishments. 

Stalker!Smoker thinks it’s adorable when you get paranoid as you’re walking home from work every day, peering behind you now and then, worried that someone is following you home. Because someone is following you home. 

Stalker!Smoker appears around you all the time, you’re just not aware of it! You’re shopping for groceries? He’s around you and behind you when checking out. You’re at the movie theater? He happens to be right next to you. Are you suffering from a heartbreak? He happens to be there as a passerby, relaxing, offering you comfort

Stalker!Smoker knows what makes you happy. When he starts courting you, he just knows what you like. He’s willing to spend all his Marine fortune on you if it makes you happy. He just teases you to be an expensive lover. 

Stalker!Smoker worries when he needs to leave base to do his job. He worries for your safety, so he always has a direct Den Den Mushi connected to yours to call. He always tells you, “No matter how small the issue is, just call me, I’ll be there ASAP.” And he delivers that promise to a T. 

Stalker!Smoker thinks it’s adorable that you make it a habit to call him every night to tell him goodnight and that you miss him. He doesn’t react to it, but he’s always head over heels whenever you tell him you miss him. 

Stalker!Smoker doesn’t find it embarrassing when you wait for him at the port for his return. How you lunge into his arms when he gets out of the ship, how he holds you like the ground offended him. He pulls you away from people in his command because they were too brutish for your fragile skin. 

Stalker!Smoker does find it embarrassing when G-5 tries to cheer you up or tells you stories about how they feel about him. Telling you the nickname they gave him. But he finds it endearing when you call him ‘Smoyan’ too. 

Stalker!Smoker just wants you to know he’d happily lay his life down for you even if he doesn’t express it. He loves you so dearly that he doesn’t express it outside of work. But, in privacy? He tells you he adores you, and he smothers you with attention. He even generously brought you onto the ship with him, without authorization, but that’s just his justice.

a/n: I totally didn't cry a little writing this because I felt so bad. I'll explain the fruit in more details in the next chapter.

Warning(s): fluff, comfort, hurt, canon-typical violence, f!reader, Sabo mentioned!

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He saw you! Ace couldn’t believe his eyes. It was like a reflex to turn towards you whenever you laughed, and when he heard the familiar melody, he looked up. You were majestic. Large black wings, a plume of fire burning brightly below the sun. He thought it was a little suspicious that Marco was so suspicious over your death; he thought Marco was experiencing complicated grief by denying everything. But now that he sees you, even if in a different light, in a different form, he recognizes you. He calls your name, but you didn’t hear him. He watched you head straight to the castle of Dressrosa. He ran after your flight path and lost sight of you. 

Every time he saw you or got close to you, you’d fly off. It irked him to no end; he didn’t understand why you were avoiding him. He heard the announcement that your Zoan fruit was going to be the prize for winning the competition, he turned to Luffy abruptly, “Luffy, we have to–”

“I know, that’s your girlfriend’s fruit, right?” Luffy had already jumped up and down, clapping his hands and feet together.

“Idiot,” Ace drew his hands into a fist and hit Luffy over the head, “she’s not my girlfriend, she’s my fiancée.” He presses his two index fingers to the temple of his head, “idiot, how did you even get a crew as good as this with that brain of yours?” Ace points to his ring finger, with the engagement band still on, and says, “Use your eyes sometimes.” 

“You still keep it?” 

“She’s alive, I know she is,” Ace had a firm resolve, one as stubborn as an ox. Doesn’t help that he quite literally saw you in the sky. Luffy enters the competition under the alias of Lucy; Ace makes fun of his name and enters the competition under the name of Chase, which Luffy makes fun of as well. “Remember, you can’t use your Devil Fruit powers, or we’d be exposed, Luff– I mean, Lucy.” 

Luffy looked attentive, nodding with determination. You watched their interaction from afar and giggled softly. To your surprise, Ace still manages to spot you. But, he doesn’t chase after you; he has a flare of determination radiating in his eyes, the type of look you always liked seeing in his eyes. He raises his fist high enough for you to see, and you smile behind your mask; the wrinkle in your eyes reveals that you are smiling as you raise the same fist, rooting for him. You weren’t ready, but you wished him the best. 

You wore a black cloak to conceal your body from prying eyes; your seraphim wings blended seamlessly into the cloak's color, so no one paid attention to you as you began roaming around the colosseum out of curiosity. However, your attention was drawn to your Den Den Mushi when Vegapunk called to update you. “Yeah, it might take longer than usual to get the Marines' cooperation,” he said to you through the transponder. “Doflamingo said there are a few issues he has to deal with before he's willing to get his blood drawn.”

“Doc,” you spoke, before he went on his tangent. “Sir Crocodile warned me that he's a bastard, and, honestly? I want to punch him in the face for taking up my time,” you sighed as you heard Vegapunk frantically trying to calm you down. “I know, I know, don’t stand out, I get it. I’ll call you back. I found my fruit, but I want to watch the fight.” You smiled before hanging up. You catch a suspicious shadow at the corner of your eye and quickly turn the corner to evade being chased. 

You returned to the top of the colosseum as the plume of fire on your back stood out too much for you to stay indoors. You noticed the change, maybe others weren’t able to see, but the Lucy that was fighting wasn’t Luffy, but Chase was still Ace. Your lips curled up into a sly smile behind your mask, you honed in on the fruit and Ace fighting amidst the chaos. 

As chaos breaks in the arena, you spot Ace arguing with fake Lucy over who should get the Zoan fruit. You watched fake Lucy take hold of the fruit and attempt to bite it, but the fruit shifts in size to dodge the bite. You laugh a little, your wings spread open as you fly above the man attempting to eat the fruit, your hand held open, “Jump if you want to go on adventures with me again.” You called, fake Lucy looks up at you, Ace’s eyes immediately trained on your form as the fruit leaped into your hold. “Doc is right about Zoan fruits having a mind of their own. I see you had so much fun, you’re back for round two,” you teased the fruit. 

You removed your mask, and shock washes over fake Lucy’s face and Ace’s face, confirming Ace’s suspicion that you are his fiancée. You take a bite out of the fruit and make a face before finishing it, “still as bitter as I recall.” You land on the ledge of the top of the colosseum, shifting back to the form you adorned before your death at Marineford. Your lack of wings and plume of fire brought tears to Ace’s eyes. You point outwards towards the edge of the city for Ace as you put back on your mask, shifting back to your Seraphim form, using the chaos to hide your path as you arrive at the edge of the town to await your fiancé. As much as you’re not ready, two people have already seen you, one more important than the other. 

You hear footsteps behind you. “Ace,” you whispered, as you turned around to greet him. He was still in his obnoxious disguise. “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you–” 

He pulls you into a hug, so tight you thought he was aiming to kill you, but it was full of love and desperation. You felt him tremble in your embrace. As if a force was pushing you, you moved to embrace him back tightly, “You’re back.” He whispers, you hear him choke on his words, he collapses to the ground, and you’re pulled with him. Your heart aches and yearns for him; now you don’t want to let go. You feel your eyes water the moment reality hits that you’re back with your lover. The plume of fire simmers to a low as you relax into his hold, the tension of all these years, running errands, hits you harder than you expected. “I’m not letting you go anywhere alone.” 

You nodded into his hold, gripping the unfamiliar fabric of the tuxedo, and managed to push out a soft laugh, muffled by your mask. “You look so goofy.” You managed to voice, he pulls back from the embrace, tear-stained features, “you look as handsome as I remember.” He pried off your mask, leaning in to kiss you gently. You cupped his face to return the kiss lightly. 

After a few moments, he breaks away from the kiss, breathlessly, holding onto your hand tightly, he pulls out your half of the engagement band, slipping it back on your finger, “No matter how you change, I know it’s you. Even your fruit recognized you.” He purred gently, he didn’t need to ask you for your permission or consent, he just knew your answer the moment you two locked eyes. 

“Ace–” you whispered, leaning into his hold, “are you mad at me for avoiding you?” 

“Mad? No. Upset? Yes, I want to know why,” he whispers. He hugs you tighter, this time from behind, so he can etch you into his memory more, the shape of your body against his. 

“I wasn’t ready, my memory was foggy when I first came to, and–” you cut yourself off, you squinted a little at the far distance, swearing you see strings edging closer to you. Ace looked at you curiously as you got up quickly, holding onto his hands, “Run with me.” It wasn’t a request, it was a demand. But the time Ace noticed that the strings were cutting up the ground and edging closer to you two, you had pulled him along. “Look at me, I’m sure you wanted to know how I swapped our spots during Marineford?” 

You’re aware that Ace wanted to ask you that; you had a feeling, even Vegapunk was curious, because people have only seen you transform into animals for more effortless mobility. You watched him nod with anticipation, hands locked with yours, worried that if he were to let go, you’d escape his grasp again. “I’ll show you,” you grinned. You made him watch as a flurry of white flames engulfed you from your fingertips, changing you from your Seraphim form to your former form before your death. The fire that touched him didn’t burn; it was cold to the touch. “My fruit is a mythical Zoan fruit.” You grinned, “Like Marco’s Tori Tori no Mi, mine is one of the Inu Inu no Mi, just a different model. A fun-loving, sly, and mystical one is all. I’ll explain more later, but let’s deal with the issue at hand first.” 

Ace nodded, knowing that the issue at hand was most likely the King of Dressrosa, since Luffy expressed that he wanted to take him down too, “I guess Sabo won’t be able to get your fruit, huh?” He grinned widely at you.

“Did you want him to–”

“No, I'd rather you than him, that means you’re real, and I’m not hallucinating,” his grin widened. You stared at him for a bit, changing back to your Seraphim form once again, putting on your mask, “Why the mask?” You leaned over to pinch him lightly on the cheek, “ow! What was that for?!” 

“You don’t hurt when you dream,” you grinned. “I’ll explain everything later, right now, let’s deal with King Donquixote first. I have beef with him for delaying my errand anyway.” 

Ace pinched you too, causing you to jump and wince at the sudden attack. As you turned to him, he had a relieved look on his face, “As you wish, my love.”

a/n: I'm sorry. Less sorry than yesterday, of course.

Warning(s): angst, light fluff, AU

Song Inspo. (I like this cover more)

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You first came to be when the Doctor received you back from the World Government. “This one is a defect. Scrap her.” But the doctor set you up like that, one not to be controlled, but a vessel to hold the soul of an old friend he made when you visited the island in search of a place to keep your memories. He had wholeheartedly agreed if he could test King's Lineage Factor on the vessel. You said you didn't care what he did to the vessel and complied with all his wants and needs. 

Your eyes opened once more to the bright lights of the lab as Dr. Vegapunk shone a penlight in your eyes. “Ah, are you back?” He asks, a look of confusion on your face and he puts you to sleep once more. You’re unaware of when, but when you woke up again, you glanced down at your hands, the ruffles of jet-black feathers on your back as you peered over your shoulders. The doctor looked at you with anticipation, and this time, you smiled at him and he cheered, “welcome back!” 

You laughed, but your memories of that day were murky, you recall swapping places with a man named Fire Fist Ace, he was important to you, but you didn’t know why he was. You expressed that to the doctor who seemed concerned and asked what you recall. You explained that you knew your name, you knew your birthday, you knew you were part of the Whitebeard Pirates, and you knew that you were loved once.

“You still are,” the doctor spoke with a somber look on his face. He tells you that you were Fire Fist Ace’s fiancee; he explains that you were once a renowned pirate and one of two mythical Zoan fruit users on the Whitebeard Pirate crew; he explained how you had died saving Ace’s life, how Marco, your best friend, and your fiance still mourns for your death. “I created this vessel,” he points to your body, “to trap your soul as you requested, but death doesn’t transfer the fruit, you’ll have to look for it again. And, I hope–” he looks at you with a smile, “you’ll go back to Ace, I feel for his sorrow.” 

You paused a bit, processing all the information and newspaper the doctor handed you about you, how the world was surprised with your sudden disappearance. “I’m crewless now?” You question, he nods. A smile curls on your lips, “I’m free,” you whispered. It wasn’t an answer Vegapunk was expecting from you, “I have no right to go seek out Ace, my memories are locked behind a fog that I can’t navigate through. Until then, allow me to repay you. Anything, I will do anything to repay you for my life.” Maybe you were just afraid of commitment. Now that a new life had been granted to you, reborn as a Seraphim with the ability to fly and negate the World Government’s command, you thought it would be great to understand this body more before you decided to go back to Ace’s side, if ever. 

“Well– I– there is one thing I do need,” Vegapunk stutters, “the Marines want to disband the Warlord system. I want to clone the Warlords to balance out the power threshold of this world, can you–”

“Yes, I will retrieve a blood sample from each Warlord for you, I just need a map and some Berry,” you smiled. It was already more than enough that he gave you a new life, but he explained your past in great detail and a body that bows to no one. What more could you ask for? 

You left Egghead Island with a goal in mind, a list of the Warlord’s names, a Den Den Mushi, a map, a bag of Berry, and a badge from Vegapunk signifying your role as his assistant. He gave you a change of clothes, and you had requested a fox mask mirroring your old Zoan fruit; it covered your mouth and nose only, but kept your eyes exposed. But, because you flew, he gave you goggles to prevent wind and sand from getting into your eyes. 

Before you took flight, you questioned the doctor on the list he gave you. From your knowledge, there were seven Warlords of the Seas, but he only gave you four names and their location. Vegapunk explained that it was because he got the other Warlord’s blood before his sudden ambition and request from the World Government. 

With that knowledge in mind, you took off to find your first target. You decided it would be best to start from the furthest island, working your way back up, so the flight to Egghead wouldn’t take forever. Your first stop was Kuraigana Island, where you met a pink ghost girl floating around a brooding swordsman who didn’t have to look at you twice to understand why you were here. It was apparent, jet-black wings, fire lit in your back, star-shaped pupils, Vegapunk’s badge at your waist, and a cylinder of Green Blood showing on your forearm. Mihawk studied your eyes, your features, and the plume of fire, but he couldn’t see past that because of your mask, which put you at ease as you drew two tubes of blood from him. 

Thanking him, you crossed his name off and secured the blood before heading to Amazon Lily. Before you left, you heard the pink ghost girl ask Mihawk why he had complied with your request. Mihawk didn’t answer initially. But when he did, you listened to a smile in his tone: “I’m interested in the ideas of Vegapunk, I hope they’re all as strong as hers.” You knew he was hinting at you, but you paid him no mind and took off.

Boa Hancock was tougher to get hold of; it wasn’t because she was distrustful of Vegapunk, she was wary of you. You didn’t act very human; you were devoid of emotions. So you stayed on her island for a few days before she caved and gave you her blood. Just something about you reminded her of the story Luffy told her once of his brother’s fiancée. As you thanked her and took off, you heard the other Gorgons question Hancock. Her response was, “She reminds me of a story Luffy told me about his brother’s beloved fiancée. I can’t put my finger on it, but she reminds me of that story.”

You happened to stumble into Crocodile while he was sailing on his ship, you landed on the deck in front of him, and were met by a blade to your neck. But you didn’t speak; you held the former Warlord at eye level, and you didn’t back down. A smirk spreads across his face, offering you a spot in the Utopia he plans to build once more. You pointed at the badge on your waist and declined his offer. “A shame,” he responds as he rolls up his sleeves for you to draw blood from. Your hands were light; he didn’t even notice you pricked him with the needle. “You remind me of one of the mythical Zoan holders from Whitebeard’s crew,” he said while exhaling smoke from his cigar. You dubbed him the rambling of the old as you patched him up, securing his two tubes and crossing his name out. The last one on your list, “Donquixote Doflamingo, he’s a bastard. He should be in Dressrosa playing king right now.” You peered over your shoulder to see Crocodile looking over your shoulder. You made a mental note as you stepped to the edge of his ship.

You glanced down to see how fast they were going. Your plume of fire burns bright in the deadest of nights, your wings spread open, the void of the black that consumes the most colorful of lights, your lips curl upwards in a smile behind your lips, “You talk too much, Sir Crocodile, learn to hold your tongue, why don’t you,” you saw a flash of anger in his eyes as sand bolts at you, but you already took flight. Your laugh was sweet like honey, but toxic like venom as you headed towards Dressrosa. 

As you flew into Dressrosa, you spotted the Straw Hats’ ship, and a peculiar sight, Fire Fist Ace in a terrible disguise of a black suit with black shorts, his hat tied around his neck, sunglasses, and an out-of-place mustache. Seeing him like that brought joy to you, warmed your heart, and you laughed the laugh that always brought a smile to Ace’s face. And smile he did, it was a reflex as he looked up to spot your figure fly across the morning skies, headed towards the castle of Dressrosa. Despite donning an attire that covered you up almost entirely, a mask to cover half of your face, he recognizes you through your laugh and through the way your body moves in the air. It reminded him of your aerial combat training with Marco, where you looked like you were dancing through the skies, like the sky was your dance floor, and everyone around was just a bystander. He called your name, but you didn’t hear him. 

You landed on the windowsill connecting to the King’s room. He was truly a bastard, as Crocodile stated. He said he was no longer a Warlord and didn’t need to comply with Vegapunk’s request. You stayed in the skies, atop buildings to hide from prying eyes, a Seraphim in these parts of the world was rare, and there were Marines. You were waiting for the green light from Vegapunk before you attempted to interact with the Marines. 

You watched the Straw Hats and the others they lugged along on their journey; the one out of place was Ace. You honed in on him as he looked like he was looking for something. But he always seemed to notice you, and when he did, the broad smile that you loved so much grew on him as he rushed towards you. But you were afraid, not of him, but of yourself, so you always took off before he got close to you. 

You found joy, sitting at the edge of the Colosseum, watching gladiators duke it out for the grand prize. The prize struck you: it was a mythical Zoan; it was your mythical Zoan. You recognized it by its odd coloring; the ash-white body with tips adorned in gold. “Mythical Zoans have a mind of their own, they pick their users,” you recall Vegapunk telling you once. You didn’t believe him initially, but seeing the way the gold had shone brighter the moment you noticed it made you far too aware of it. “Wait for me,” you whispered behind its mask as the shine dulled itself. You’d be stupid to enter the competition; you stuck out like a sore thumb. But stupid was the exact definition of Ace and Luffy.

Pristine Cut (Beckman/F!Reader)

Summary: Your crime was your existence and beauty. Locked away in the basement devoid of human interaction, you wonder if your 'Prince Charming' would ever come save you, or would it be a pirate looking for some Berry?

a/n: I couldn't do Rapunzel, it was too fairytales, magic, & sparkles to me. For those of you who are curious or aware, yes, this plot is similar to the game "Slay the Princess," but it's down the route for the "Voices of the Smitten."

Warning(s): fluff, use of poison, loss of eyesight, magic healing, slightly ooc.

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It was supposed to be a simple job, a touch and go really. But Beckman hesitated; it felt wrong to do as he was requested, and he hesitated. He was captivated, shocked initially, when he was making his journey up the mountain to kill you. The villagers proclaimed that you were a menace to them; that’s why there’s a drought going on, that’s why they couldn’t harvest anything. Beckman needed the money because his dumbass captain manage to lose a bet in a gambling house. 

As he refused the idea of killing a woman who was chained beneath the dainty-looking cabin atop a hill, he ended up freeing you instead of killing you. As he leads you to the top of the stairs, you have a look of discomfort on your face. He didn’t understand why, not until he heard a click and lock of the door leading them out of the basement of the cabin, “What the fuck?” You nodded and sighed, heading back down the stairs, finding solace below the moonlit barred windows. Beckman tries a few times to no avail before joining you back downstairs. There was silence before he decided to talk. “You knew this was going to happen?”

“To a degree,” you responded, leaning against the wall, color drained out of your features as all hope felt lost to you. “She would do anything to keep me from leaving,” you whispered. What’s all this? All because you knew a little too much or accidentally ate a Devil Fruit without knowing? 

“Who?” You glanced at Beckman, and confusion was painted on your face.

“You didn’t know who was hiring you when you took the job?” That thought blew your mind completely, you laughed wholeheartedly as he shook his head, “That’s absolutely bonkers!” 

Beckman’s face flushed as he scratched the back of his head a little, “Look, I just needed the money, thought this was a touch and go type of job, didn’t expect the princess they wanted dead was just someone who was in a hostage situation with a lovable personality.” 

You felt yourself heat up from his confession, “You hardly know me, or why people want me dead.” 

“I don’t need to,” Beckman responds simply, pulling out his rifle, thinking that he could just brute force his way through the lock. “I know wife material when I see one,” he smirks, fully knowing he was doing numbers on you. But, he’d be lying if he didn’t find you intriguing at the very least. 

You took his compliments with a grain of salt, wary of his openness and fondness towards you, “you know, people believe that just because I ate a Devil Fruit, I’m going to be the death of this village? The person who kidnapped me spun lies about me,” you sighed, bringing your knees to your chest. You were just an ordinary girl with terrible luck at this rate.

“What kind of lies?” 

You closed your eyes as you recounted the lies you heard the villagers whisper behind your back, “I’m a cursed child; my voice would bring chaos to the village; my existence would destroy the world. At this point, I’m starting to believe that’s the case.” You laughed, you laughed through your pain. 

“They’re just jealous,” he hummed, closing his eyes as he leaned against the wall. You laughed at his comment, “You think they’ll unlock that door?”

“Unlikely,” you sighed. “They want to get rid of me without being found at fault.” 

“Then, how have you been surviving down here?” 

“Bugs give extra protein, sometimes the rats sneak in food,” or the rats. But you bit back your words. “Night’s young, get some sleep.” Beckman wasn’t one to trust, but the two of you had had a long talk before being locked in the basement. Initially, he didn’t plan on sleeping, but it was when you began idly singing a sad, old tune that you recall from your childhood that it lulled him to sleep.

He came to when the singing had stopped, and he felt a disturbance in the air. He cracked an eye open to see you struggling with a stranger who was sent to take your life for the money once again. He was holding an odd black liquid in his hands. “Why won't you submit to your faith?!” He snarled, wrestling you on the ground as you did your best to push him off. 

Your eyes never batted to Beckman for help, more like you weren't awake he woke up, “because it's not my– damn, you witch, you're strong–” you snarled back in between trying to protect yourself and win the power dominance, “it's not my fate to die!” You concluded. 

The man didn’t let up as Beckman got up to help you, but, in a flurry of movement, the liquid splashed into the first mate's eyes, and his world faded to black. But, with the lingering eyesight he had before losing it, he managed to coat his rifle in armament Haki and shoot a hole through the man's chest before the suspect collapsed, and you managed to push him off of you. 

Beckman collapsed on the floor; he wasn't even worried that he had lost his eyesight at this point. When he felt you had arrived at his side, he had a smile on his face as he asked: “Are you alright? Guess you're free now.” You held him tightly as tears began to gather in your eyes. 

Your voice choked in your throat, but it was replaced with anger when you heard the witch speak, “How did you know I was the witch and not another pirate sent to kill you?”

“I'm not stupid,” you responded, tears rolling down your face, as you wept for the person who tried to save you and lost his eyesight for you. For you, a nobody. “You're the only person who would bring a bottle of poison to someone chained and devoid of human interactions.” You pressed your forehead on the pirate's, grateful he saved you, saddened that he lost his eyesight. Your tears land on his face, the soft pitter patter of tears landing on his sightless eyes as color once pulled from his sight slowly returns from your tears. But your eyes were closed as you grieved for him, unaware of his recovery until he placed a hand to your cheeks.

“My eyesight is back,” he sounded equally as surprised as you were when you had opened your eyes from your choked-up sobs. He smiles at you, pulling you into a gentle kiss, a smile formed on his lips as he pulls back, “Now that you're a fugitive, would you like to accompany me and the rest of the crew on a journey across the seas?” 

You laughed a little, recalling him stating that his captain usually picked people because he wasn't good at recruiting. He sits up, wiping your tears away gently with his thumbs, “You want me because my tears heal, don't you?” 

Beckman gave you a genuine, hearty laugh, “I would be lying if I said no. But, I also want you by my side.” He pulled you close as he got up. He glanced briefly at the life of a witch whose life was fleeing quickly. He picked you up like a bride to ascend the stairs and out of the basement, and out of the cage of the cabin that once confined you. He smiled at you as he pressed his forehead against yours, “I hate to see a woman cry, but I hate–” he kissed your lips once more, before whispering, “I hate seeing my woman cry the most.” 

Like a confirmation of his confession and request, you giggled softly, wrapping your arm around his neck, nodding to his request. “I would love to.”