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Imagine that there is a very confused and concerned women staring at their newborn IVF baby who is starting to suspiciously look like one of the warlords.

Doflamingo’s Lover strives every single day to be both the bane of their existence and the unforgettable love of his life.

Imagine just staring at Hattori dead in his beady eyes and just slowly dropping some crackers for it to eat.

On that note a scene that would feel out of a drug induced dream would be if Lucci took advice from Hattori and busts out some dance moves with a lot of arm action to attract someone.

Imagine being in a telenovela romance with any of Charlotte siblings 😂😂😂

On a sad note two songs I can think of right now that would fit in a Corazon x reader tragic love story would be

Ghost of you by My Chemical Romance

Fantasmas by Humbe

and in a Ace x reader one

I’ll believe in anything by Wolf parade

Summertime by My Chemical Romance

Imagine being 15 the youngest in the crew of the red hairs and sole female (presumably). For the most part they all treat you like a little sister. They annoy you, pick on you, tease you about boys, open the cabin door to your room only to stand there for a couple seconds looking at you and then walk away leaving the door open. But you have a weird quirks where sometimes you will go ridged and put on the type of poker face you would only see on nobles or you would squint and the sea and back away never turning your back to it or how you would mysteriously hide and a couple minutes later marine could be spotted. You get tease no end for it well except the marine part that was found to be useful for Building Snake who connected the dots and could sometimes navigate them away from them. One cruel dare later where some of newer members decided to sneak into your quarters while you were a permanent resident of the infirmary with hay fever and look through what everyone thought was your dairy.

It was not.

What it was a messy scribbles of writing and questions. Things written included stuff like “Yassop stole Limejuice magazines. What is playboy?”, “Why boobs.” One reprimand later as Beckmann found them huddled in a corner reading through it and Shanks laughing it out. Limejuice pointed out that some of the stuff you had written about him, he had never vocalized it only thought it. Any and all laughter stopped.

Benn was the victim that was chosen to interrogate you after you got better. And you cracked within minutes. It was Benn Beckmann stern face 😔. It also didn’t help that most of the senior officers and Shanks tumbled into the room after “covertly” trying to listen in. You could read minds. It was an ability that didn’t come from a devil fruit but one that was passed down in your family. A curse or blessing depending on how you see it. And sometimes you really couldn’t control it no matter how hard you tried. And these men have seen you learn and control armament haki within 2 months. So all those times you would stiffen was because someone was thinking something out of pocket or you were bombarded with lewd imagery. Needless to say this revelation caused a commotion and a lot of embarrassment. You knew their deepest secrets and never said anything. But it made sense to them then why you would refuse to look ANY of them in the eye when they would dock at an island with a brothel and they came to and from.

The men in their panic asked a lot of questions and you did your best to answer them. (The most important ones)

No I can’t hear you all the time, well you can but you would need to concentrate. You have never used the ability to cheat in card game with the crew, only with strangers. Yassop and Hongo are the worst offenders to thinking inappropriate thoughts and you will never fully snitch on what Shanks thinks of. The ocean is very very loud and says some scary things. Marines thoughts have different volume settings.

When they were done you were asked one final time by Ben if you were hiding anything else from them. And well that left them in a different kind of tizzy.

“When I was 13 I was supposed to marry a world noble. He was like 50? But I kinda ran away not because I didn’t want to do my noble duty and be happy at getting the honor to marry above my station but because the guy looked to suspicious looking with those glasses. Being a pirate was an oppsie I was aiming to take shelter with the revolutionaries. Their are still entries in the news on the marines keeping an eye out on the missing equatorian princess.”

Doflamingo knows he prefers sexy women. As in women with that you would find in a playboy magazine. But he learns that it gets him going if the woman that has sparked is interest is mean. Mean, sassy, domineering, will judge you and your entire bloodline. It doesn’t matter if you are about to kill her. How did he learns this. Well one crashed wedding that was between a small time pirate crew that dared steal his stuff, a trembling bride, and a girl half his size staring directly into his soul sassing him. “ Go right the fucking ahead. Do it. You’re not special you frumpy mid life crisis plain Jane a gun could be set off right now and I could die. Lighting could strike. I could choke on my own spit and die. Point is anything can fucking kill you trying to threaten and scare me with that shit ain’t that special.”

Does he take her after killing the offend pirate crew. Yes. Has he threaten her since then? Also yes. And has she made ever single of his crew cry. Also yes. But dear cruel Nika does she know how to make his heart race and how not to push too far. Even when she is not speaking her face has subtitles. The carrot and the stick treatment with that women.

The concept and mental image that Garp would have to ask his presumably wife for money, siphon money and brace for a interrogation at a later date or receive and a allowance, tickles my brain in all the right ways. All because his wife manages his finances. Like just imagine big ol Garp sweating buckets because his wife found out that he is not handing over all his paycheck because he ran out of rice crackers and like the addict he is could not ask again for more money after she cut him off for the month again so he nudged his biweekly salary a little to be a smaller amount to he can buy more snacks. Or he was planning to buy his wife a nice present. But now he is getting a lecture and he is trying to lie his way out despite Garp looking like a soaked oversized puppy. She runs a strict budget and is a blood hound when it comes to lying. This also means that Dragon learned first hand from watching his mother handle his father and food vendors that tried to overcharge her, of the consequences of trying to cheat her out of money and he learned quickly and dutifully how to handle money. Lest he look like his father who would often look like a nervous school boy who is gathering his courage to go and strike a conversation with his crush. I means she had to be strict with the money when you consider the bottom less pit that is the Monkey D male members stomach. This also means that fast forward to when Dragon dropped of Luffy with Garp and Garp took him to foosha village where his wife lived Garp became a little bit jealous of the baby. His wife tight wallet loosed immediately and she bought a bunch of thing for him. She doted on him since day one and when Garp asked why the brat got a bigger spending budget than him all she would say is “he is my sweet grandchild. And I am his grandmother, of course I will spoil him! More than you.” And because grandma would spoil and leave money at places Luffy later frequented he never learned about budgeting as he was too little. This also means that when his wife eventually passes away, Garp tries to raise Luffy for a total of 6 moths has debts, Sengoku has to intervene, Luffy get sent to Dadan and Garp has to take lessons from Sengoku on how to handle money. After being married so many years and letting his wife handle all of that because that was one of the many ways she took care of him Garp had to learn how to stand on his own without her.

I’m just going to start post of the thoughts and concepts that come out to me in the shower.

“That is not how it works!” “Yes it does!” “No it doesn’t!” “Yes!” “No!” “Yes!” “No!” “Yes!” “It is scientifically impossible!" “You're scientifically impossible.” “What? No, you're just wrong!” The two small children had been arguing for the past half an hour with no end in sight. Corazon, who had been trying to break them apart, was now sweating bullets as he stared at the small test strip. He had taken the test just to humor the younger girl thinking nothing would come of it and the debate would be settled. That he was just under the effects of a stomach bug from Law’s cooking. An unfortunate effect of being on the run and letting the 13 year old boy cook. 

He reached down and grabbed Law by his head, the small boy struggled before going slack as he saw the same thing that was causing so much discord. It was positive. “No. No. Just no. I refuse to believe it.” Law's eyes narrowed at the two lines that stared back at him. “Then let the doctors do a hcg test and you'll see!” the girl, Blossom said, hands on her hips glaring up at them. The argument resumed and continued all the way to the first hospital that the trio would stop in their journey to save Law from his disease and as they waited for the test results.

“Congratulations! You are pregnant!” The kind looking nurse relaying the test results chirped up at them, sending both male into a stupor and the girl into a maniachal fit of laughter. “By the looks of it, your blood work estimates that you are 2 months along.-” the nurse continued powering up a machine and gently guiding the flabbergasted 9 foot male to lay down on the medical recliner.”Lift your shirt please.-” Blossom, still giggling, did all the work lifting Corazon’s shirt and lowering the man’s pants to let the nurse do her job. “This is going to be just a bit cold but lets just see how the baby is forming, yes.”

The gel was colder than Corazon had expected it to be. But the undeniable fact that there was a tiny fluttering heartbeat in his abdomen placed in a part of him that against all logic should not be there was true. He stared at the small picture that a photo den den spit out. The picture small in his hands he looked to both children he had dragged with him on his mission to save the small angry boy that reminded him too much of his brother. One looked like the rug had been pulled off of his feet and reality was no longer making sense and the other was just cooing at the picture that each of them had been handed by the nurse.

What in Davy Jones hell was he supposed to do now? He was biologically male and therefore it was scientifically impossible to get pregnant but there it was growing inside of him, on the run with two children, had to now take vitamins for said pregnancy and that first hospital had been a bust and of no help for Law. “Repeat it for me kiddo. Your family heirloom that you got after your mom remarried and your grandma from that marriage passed away lets you just do this???” the 26 year old repeated again. “Well not just men but like anything but yeah!” The girl said poking at the fire that they huddled around waiting for their supper. “It's not true. It's just not possible.” Law would mutter out. “Just- just explain it in full detail for us kid.”

Taking a deep breath Blossom continued “So after my mom got thrown out because of getting pregnant with me because of-” Blossom paused looking up at Corazon then to Law as if asking for permission to continue or not. When Corazon nodded to the younger girl she continued speaking. “-your uncle… Mom got together with my dad. Uh and they had a family business where primarily the matriarch would help the livestock of farmers or women get pregnant. Because I was my daddy’s only child when I was growing up grandma would tell me everything about the family business. So that when grandma passed I could get the family heirloom and continue the family business. We made enough money to live really well.” Blossom nodded 

“Grandma said it was possible to help male specimens get pregnant. Because our ancestors wrote about it  but she said that it was super hard and she wasn’t strong enough to be able to do it.” 

“Yeah because they’re male there are no reproductive organs to allow it! None! Nonexisting!" Law screamed out from his hunched over position. “You're nonexistent!" Blossom retorted back.

“What does that even mean?” Law yelled back

“Stop. Stop. Blossom continue…please.” Corazon picked up Blossom putting her on his lap. One of the few moves that would always calm the younger girl down.

“Fine. I was already working for 3 years when Doflamingo came and kidnapped me. In the name of keeping the family together.  And that was 1 year after the mourning period so grandma died when I turned 6. Yeah? …yeah. So I don't know. It tasted gross and it looked funny. I read the journals that were passed down to the new person that got the heirloom and it said I could so I did. I did most of what they said I could do. I help girls that didn’t want babies not have babies. The ones that wanted one but couldn’t get one, got one. And farm animals that couldn’t get babies got babies. I don’t see the big deal.” Blossom finished her retelling as if that solved everything.

“It is a big deal because Corazon is a man! Man can’t get pregnant! It just does not make sense!” 

“You don’t make sense! Plus it's Corazon’s fault for drinking the spiked alcohol!"

“Wait, why is it my fault!”

“Because you were not the one that was supposed to get pregnant you were not the target! Dummy!”

“What do you mean!” “Who was the target?” Both Corazon and Law shouted at the same time.

“Doflamingo of course! It was going to be a great distraction! He was going to get impregnated by a random person after drinking the wine I especially prepared and put in his room. Everyone would be panicking and focusing and that after finding out  and you two would get a big head start on this! But nooo Corazon just had to swipe the spiked wine and drink it. And then sleep with that white dressed man! And now he is pregnant with a troublesome individual.”

 “...Thank you?” Corazon responded, not sure how to react “..Wait I have never entertained sleeping with men before.”

“Oh that is just the natural process. First you get hit with the blessing then you cement it because your body screams at you then BAM baby inside of you the only thing that I kinda messed up is how long the pregnancy was supposed to last. That part has always been tricky for me. It was supposed to be a normal pregnancy to give you guys more time but I think you got the pregnancy timeline of a sheep. I'm sorry about that.” Blossom bowed her head in sorrow, gently rubbing Corazon’s abdomen.

“That’s what you are sorry about! Not the part where you drugged him or that he is pregnant because of your stupid impregnation powers!” 

Corazon slapped a hand over Law’s mouth, shutting the boy up. He could practically feel Blossom’s eyes narrowing and her hands clenching. He desperately needed a cigarette or a drink. The journey he was on was going to be a difficult one.

And a difficult journey it was but somehow his boy’s life was safe now that he ate the ope ope fruit. Blossom was safe on an island far away from this mess with his baby girl. Soon Law would leave this island and reunite with them and if everything went well his subordinate would reach the small island at the same time and all three would be taken into marine custody. Where they would be sent to Sengoku and he would take care of them. He could truly die at peace now. Corazon coughed up one last time before his body finally gave in and eternal sleep came to him.

In a certain marine headquarters office, marines stood on the outside scared for their lives as they did their best to keep a small girl and an infant on third of her size inside. A simple task but if the marks on the marines skin could attest it was not. She looked like a sweet kid until she wasn’t and she broke cadet Jerry's arm, Ronald’s knees were busted in, Yuki's nose was broken, Reina’s hair was ripped out of her scalp. Amid who had been making fun of his fellow coworkers for not being able to handle a 12 year old girl got the worst of it all in the men's eyes. That same little girl punched where the sun didn't shine  knocking him down then she took her foot and smashed it right in screeching “Who is a little girl now!”A shiver ran down their spines just remembering and they all collectively mourned the lost children that Amid will never have. “Let me out!” Blossom would yell banging on the door, a baby strapped to her chest with a floral shawl. Each bang made the men outside shiver and cry. No one was sure how long the door would hold as they could hear it splintering. 

The collective scream that they all let out when a small part of the door gave in and cadet Oliver’s calf was struck would make you think that a raging beast was in there but what admiral Sengoku found was nothing of the sort. Just a very furious and strong 12 year old that looked ready to murder or stab someone. Sengoku closed the door behind him taking a deep breath, setting a big plate of cookies and water down on his desk. The letter he had received when she was brought in stated that the young girl liked sweets and that they should be present along with a cup of water as a peace offering if he wanted to have any civil conversation with her. 

“Sit. Contrary to how you have been treating my men, we don't want to harm you or the infant.” Sengoku started Blossom eyes narrowed up at Sengoku weighing her options before settling to quickly nab a cookie off the plate carefully tasting it. Vice admiral Garp could be heard disciplining the injured marines outside the office. “Yeah sure because a bunch of marines rolling up to a defenseless girl and baby when they are returning from the market with guns in their hands yelling at her and this is after they had been stalking said girl and baby doesn’t scream out ‘suspicious people that want to hurt you.’” Blossom retorted back, hopping onto the sofa chair thing that was in front of Sengoku’s desk, readjusting the sleeping infant so that she would be comfortable. Sengoku sighed, rubbing his temples. The report he had received from cadet Thomas, who had fractured ribs courtesy of the girl in front of him, had not mentioned that his men had been stalking the young girl. Her full background report had stated that she had lost her parents at the young age of 4. Her elderly grandmother had died when she was 6. The  uncle who had been taking care of her was killed when the Donquixote Pirates kidnapped her when she was 10. And who knows what the poor girl went through with those people. She was finally free and then she got stalked again, her weariness was completely justified.

“I am sorry for their conduct. They should not have done that.” Sengoku bowed his head in apology. Blossom just kept munching on cookie after cookie.

“What do you want from me anyways.” Blossom said in between cookies.

“You may not know this but commander Rosinan- Corazon… he sent a request. He-” 

“You can say his real name. I know Corazon wasn’t his real name, I know who he really was. He spilled the beans a long time ago. And that they are probably dead.” Blossom cut Sengoku off, hopping off her seat to grab an empty bottle and a bag filled with powdered milk out of the coat she had taken off to get a better range of motion, her voice tight.

“Right… he left a request to…he asked that I take you, the baby and Law in for a while if he ever died. Just until you and Law were old enough to stand on your own two feet. He asked that I give you all new identities and check in from time to time to make sure you were all safe.” He held his gaze steady as he watched her make a bottle of milk. Testing the temperature on her skin and sitting on the couch unwrapped the baby from her chest. The movement caused the infant to let out cries of protest and fuss about but a quick adjustment and a bottle to her lips silenced the baby yet again. 

“Normally I would not even entertain the thought of honoring the words of a man that left the marines and stole a devil fruit for himself. But that boy… That boy was like a son to me.” Blossom could feel traitorous tears welling in her eyes. Tears that she refused to let out. “We couldn’t find Law. It is likely that he is still alive and out there.” Blossom's head sprung up quickly looking at Sengoku searching his face for any lies and finding none. “I can provide a stable home here at base and keep you and that baby safe and when you are older-” 

“I am not joining the marines. If you were about to say a stupid thing like that you better not im not joining this stupid cult of an organization. You are not going to take her away. I am the only family she has left and when Rosey is old enough we are leaving and we are going to go find Law. Corazon would want that, he would want us to stay together.” Blossom cut Sengoku off again, hugging the baby closer to her while glaring at Sengoku. “Very well.” 

Sengoku tried to strike up more conversation with the young girl using tips from the letter Rosinante had left him. It worked well until she seemed to realize that he knew too much about her and she shut down any further conversation. Even Garp had a hard time talking to the young girl. When it grew late he personally escorted the young girl to his house on the base helping her settle in before returning back to his office.

“Its a damn shame that she doesn’t want to be a marine.” Garp told Sengoku, munching on some rice crackers. “Think we could trick her into becoming one?”

“Did you not see what she did to one of my most promising marines? That boy has multiple fractures just because he tried to take the baby away from her.”

“Exactly! She's got good bones and good fists! Perfect to beat some sense into marines and capture pirates!” Sengoku could only shake his head.

Smashing his third bottle of wine Doflamingo read over and over the report Vergo had sent him. Not only had his brother utterly betrayed him and forced him to kill him. But now he is hearing that while he was away he was happily playing family with his sweet little cousin, Law and some broad. That his brother had had a child with said women. Oh he needed to find a way to get his cousin and that baby back to his side. It just wasn't fair that little Cora got all that happiness and he didn’t.

this rough drabble is just for you @gav-san and @physics-of-one-piece was the inspiration

Also the drabble was getting to long so I posted Cora's letter separately.

Dear Admiral Sengoku,

If you are reading this, I am dead. The mission that I was sent for was a failure and truth be told I had no intention to return back to the marines. Not after what I did. The Ope ope fruit was the best chance that Law had and I took it. He might hate me for forcing him to eat that devil fruit. For making him relive all the pain and trauma he was met with when he tried asking for help and received none. But I rather that he hates me, than to see him waste away stewing in anger and loneliness. Lashing out to anyone that tries to help. He is not a bad child, just one that has met misfortune after misfortune and is reacting to it. The ope ope fruit will give him life and he will be free. Free to live and be whoever and whatever he wants to be. He will be away from my brother's hands. And he won’t be used for his gains. The girl, her name is Blossom Birch. Her lineage is an unfortunate one. Blossom was born on an island named Heritage, a spring island, to a noble mother named Magnolia. Her mother was assaulted by a celestial dragon of the Donquixote line and as a ruined woman was disowned by her family shortly after it was found out that she was impregnated by that man. 

Afterwards she remarried to a man named Lucas Birch. The man thst violated her, Saint Alfonso, is Doflamingo's and I second uncle and from little I can remember he is the type person to defile women, toy with them and then abandon them after he had lost interest in them. She is undeniable of celestial blood. Of course I don’t believe they will come for her nor will they acknowledge her but Doflamingo is another thing. 

I have no idea how he found out about her but I do know that he is obsessed with keeping her by his side. I think he sees our mother in her. He sees the celestial blood running through her. He sees how she was also denied the riches and rights that they, that he deserve. She is family to him. He won’t harm her but I am not confident that he won’t try something else. Then again he has killed our father and now me. 

After talking to her some more away from Law she confessed to me that she has eaten a devil fruit named the Invitro Vitro fruit. She says it's a family heirloom that has been passed to the next head of her family. It is a fruit that allows its user to allow the impossible to happen. Old cows that can’t bare any more calves can get pregnant, infertile women can get pregnant, women who are denied tubal ligation or simply never want to have children can come to her and she can make it so that they won’t be able to have children. In a way it is a truly miraculous fruit. It can help many people. 

My brother doesn’t know about this to my knowledge and I pray he never does. Especially considering that the sweet girl he cares about in his own way was planning to get him and one other subordinate pregnant and permanently castrate another. And have them experience the worst parts of pregnancy. All because he took her from her home killing the man she called her father. Telling Law and I that it was a distraction ploy was just her way to make us feel better. That being said, the baby girl is mine. Her name is Rosey and I gave birth to her….. Apparently I drank the spiked wine that was meant for Doflamingo. It was good wine but the aphrodisiac after effect and apparent impregnation was a surprise that I did not expect. I know who the child’s father is. Well, more like I know where he is from but I have no name for the face or body I spent the night with and I shiver at the thought as to why a holy knight was on that island. 

Please Admiral I beg you to take them in, protect them from my brother. They may bicker and fight with each other but they care deeply about each other. Law may be a grump but he cares for her. It's so cute! And Blossom may be a sweet kid but she is quite the vengeful spirit. She has wicked strength too. I fear that if she is ever given the chance she will undoubtedly try to do something to my brother and this time she will succeed. And he and his officers might be met with pregnancy with quadruplets or octuplets… except apparently Trebol who based on the notes I found, Blossom wants to give him erectile dysfunction. 

I know I have no right to ask you to take them in. and yet I am shamelessly pleading with you to take them in. let them grow up together happy and healthy. When they grow up I have no doubt that Law will become the best surgeon the world has seen and Blossom will be a wonderful fertility doctor. As for my child though it may sound cruel I have left Blossom with the full custody of my child. She is young but I know that she will raise her well and Law though a grumpy cat will try and help. Together they are a family unit. But they are still children so just until they grow older let them stay by your side.

If you decide to take them in I have written a set of papers detailing everything that you should know and be aware of them. And tips on how to handle them.

Edward Newgate had a problem. He loves his sons, he really does. He was a good captain too. He commanded respect and fear alike even if he never seemed to have enough coin to buy himself a drink. But he had a problem and a big one at that.

“The newbies said that they sailed northwest in a ship that smelled like the perfume Thatch’s last fling smelled of.” Edward heard his son Marco say his jaw clenching and unclenching as he worked to keep calm. “Went kicking and screamin-” Edward tuned out the rest of what his son was saying as he worked through several scenarios in his head looking for the best outcome. “Pops well get her back, leave the discipline of the new recruits to one of the commanders.” Another of his sons reasoned with the tall man. “We set sail, get these idiots out of my sight!” He barked out. 

See Edward Newgate, captain of the Whitebeard Pirates proud family man loved his sons, his children, but he loved his daughter. Raised her right on the Moby Dick along with his sons since she was 3 when the sea brought her to him. A Tiny little thing scared, dangerously thin,injured, the sole survivor of a shipwreck. She had been such a timid little speck that barely spoke the first weeks on board, the crew was convinced that she could not speak. Weak too as she had spent the next months with a raging fever as her tiny body fought off an infection. When the ship docked on the next island Jozu had gone to see if there was any available information of living family and was met with grim news she had no one not a living family member. Her stay on the ship was supposed to have been temporary. A pirate vessel was no place for a young child. But when she had spoken her first words to them and was finally regaining weight that was lost. The crew started to doubt she would leave. Edward had been determined then to take her to a safe island to give the small girl a chance to live a normal life. “Daddy?” It was a simple word, two syllables, five letters that had sealed her fate. She had waddled up to Newgate climbing his shoe and crawling up his brown pants just to sit herself on his knee like she belonged there. “Look!” She called out to show him what she had drawn. “Daddy, Like?” She questioned her lolling to the side when Newgate had squinted to see what she drew. “It's you pops and everyone.” Vista responded grinning as he watched his captain grab the crumpled paper from her hands and take it in. “The one frowning is me?” he asked. “No daddy! That's onen!” She squealed back. “The red eyes are his eyeliner?” She nodded back. 

That day nearly 13 years ago had made Edwards chest tighten. He had wanted her to live a normal life. But gods above the little runt looked up at him like he was her world. Like nothing could ever go wrong because he was there. Like he was her own flesh and blood. Newgate never caved so fast as he did that day and he decided what the whole crew already knew in their hearts. She was family and she was here to stay come heaven or hell.

Now he and his men stood here at a standoff. In front of them is a faction of the Big Mom Pirates and to their left side marines. The government dogs had heard that the Whitebeard pirates had gone after the Big mom pirates and had arrived to either diffuse the situation or take advantage of it. It mattered little to him, they could easily be taken care of. What mattered was the enemy in front of them.

The plan had been to exchange a kidnappee for a kidnappee. That was the deal that was made with the pinkish haired boy. Gangways were being readied. A fight was going to be avoided.

“Daddy!” 

The Whitebeard pirates had all expected to see defiant captive, angry struggling in the arms of the men that held her back. No one expected to be met with the tear filled eyes that belonged to their little sister in a puffy white dress. Or the heart wrenching call for their captain. Collectively every man on the Moby Dick stopped dead in their tracks, sweat dripping down their foreheads as they looked to their captain and back at their little sister who was now openly crying and back at their captain back at their little sister, then each other and finally to the men that were holding onto her looking suspiciously very patched up from fresh injuries.

Every single pirate on that ship braced for impact as everything went south. Cracks could be heard in the air and the sea turned angry. Waves rose and turned volatile. Marines were thrown overboard on their ship, the men on the big mom side all lost their footing. A delicate white heeled shoe dug onto the soles and little sister threw herself overboard. Marco almost jumped in after her but was stopped by Izou who kicked him into one of the big mom pirates and he dove in after her. By the time the sea stopped being angry the sails of the marines had been damaged. The big mom pirates had to resuscitate several of their people as they were devil fruit users that had been knocked overboard in the chaos. Little sister sat drenched on the Moby Dick wailing hugging Edward leg for dear life.

Hours later after all the chaos many miles away from the scene of the crime. “It was horrible Dad!” little sister complained to her father. “They wanted me to marry that old ugly fart! He looked so gross! His nose was all pointy, he looked like some 3 rate theater major. And he wouldn’t put his tongue away!” Edward rubbed his temples to keep a migraine at bay. “They made me eat chiffon cake. And it wasn’t even good!” “Sounds like they tried hard to convince you. Even if you nearly killed half of their men!” One of the older crew chuckled out ale in hand as he let out a chuckle. “Heh, there was no way in hell that I, a 16 year old would ever marry a momma's boy over twice my age! AND especially in that puff pasty monstrosity that was that wedding dress!” She retorted back like her brother had said the most offensive thing ever to her all the while she sat on Newgate’s lap. “If I ever and I mean ever marry someone he has to be as handsome and strong as dad!” she continued to say hands on her hips. Edward grunted, his men laughed, some snickered that she would never find a man like that, others said that Newgate had spoiled her too much. But Edward Newgate was one to not laugh; they were right. She was spoiled. She could handle herself in a fight if her bounty had anything to say.

Somewhere on the marines side when the admiral turned in his paperwork no one believed entirely what had happened. The angel of the Whitebeard pirates had cried? The angel with the bounty on nearly 100,000,000 berries cried? The fleet admiral laughed in the face of the marine that was sent to turn in the paperwork that the responding admiral had written. It was unbelievable the girl was anything but the crying sort. She was only dubbed the angel because that is what every marine or pirate described what she looked like before they were beaten half to death or worse kicked in the family jewels all while wearing an innocent smile. No, no just no the marines would not and could not believe it.

The first time he saw her he felt like he was dreaming perhaps he was or he was more drunk than he thought. She was smaller than him but she and him shared the same skin, same hair, same everything. Perhaps that insufferable rotund man slipped something in his drink, something undetectable. 

No.

She was real.

His captain had dragged half of the crew up the clouds where they had found a sky island. The plan upon docking was to reap and pillage the land for all it was worth. No one in the crew had expected to find that the island was inhabited and that the local, although meek, happy idiots had been smart enough to give them what they wanted and stay away from them. A clear line had been drawn where they stayed in an area and did not venture out to bother them. And they took whatever they wanted, resources, food, raw gold that the locals seemed to not care was strewn about the land and was plentiful. Raw gold that these sky people would break into pebbles and use as architectural material. A local that was nabbed nervously explained that they used the soft rocks to line their window to keep the winds out. He was seen more often around as he proved useful in giving out information. Then the bitter raging anger came. It burned hotter than his flames and he wanted to crush her, make her cry, make her feel just a fraction of the pain and suffering he has endured in his life. So he swirled the mead in his hand as he glared at her his thoughts dark. She was too small, too fragile, too naive it made him so angry. He pulled the local aside and asked him about her. Obediently he told him everything and he could cry at how absurd it all sounded. She was born there in that sky island, when the girl's mother stumbled her way up here she was weak and looked like she had been attacked by something. Clothes torn and dirty she spoke about how her husband and her had been attacked by evil people and that she was looking for refuge. The town pitied her and took her and the unborn child in. The woman, Clara, gave birth to the girl earlier than expected. It was a long and difficult experience for all of the elderly women involved. What was born did not look like any of the babies that had been born before by the hands of the old women. For one her soft malleable wings were dark in color, the couple of strands of hair on her otherwise bald head were white. But apart from these streaking differences the infant looked and sounded like all other babies. The elderly women chalked all of it up to premature birth. An ideology that was cemented as the baby grew up and was just like all the other children bright and happy. Clara died when the girl was young. Although Clara had died the locals all took care of the young girl providing her food and education until she could stand on her own. The more he spoke of her the Angrier he became. How dare she live unaware of all that has happened to their kind? How dare she live happily surrounded by crisp clean air worry free in the arms of safety. How dare she smile like nothing bad could happen to her and those she holds dear. How dare she be loved. How dare she not have experienced needles going into her skin as men in white coats experiment on her to try and figure out what she is. How- how. Oh this feeling in his stomach, this feeling burning inside him eating him alive was not anger.

Jealousy.

He was jealous of the fragile girl that went about her mundane ordinary life surrounded by ordinary people who cared about her. Who accepted her. She was free. Free in a way that he could never be. He watched her then. His eyes glided when she strolled into town. Watched as she lived her life. At night he would look into her window from the outside. Saw as she cooked herself dinner and ate and cuddled with her sky foxes. She would write in a journal each night about her day and add words of affirmation after each entry. He knew this because after she would change and head off to bed he would enter her home. Twist the door knob and stroll in. she never locked anything fully believing that nothing bad could ever happen. Even her foxes made no fuss after the first night. The small creature regarded him as a friend and would rub themselves on his legs in affection. Near the end of their stay his captain laughed that he should just take the girl. Make her his and he could not lie he was terribly tempted.

Then she spoke and he heard her voice loud and clear. She was speaking to him. "You look just like me!” she had excitedly gasped out when she saw him. The latest food offerings forgotten and the other locals looking between the two.