Could I have a Ghost Apoo x Reader where the pirate age is now only history and it’s basically the modern day. I have an idea for it but I want to see how you portray the story. I hardly get to see anything on Apoo and I haven’t seen you do one for him. I’ve read your work and it’s amazing so I thought this would be like a challenge for you. I will gladly start requesting and probably won’t stop till someone tells me it’s enough. Hope this is good.
New Roommate
Hello, Kiza!
I am finally back again!
And it was an honor to write for Apoo. I don't know him too well but I tried my best to think like him.. considering the fact that he's been dead since hundreds of years, of course.
This story has an open ending and I was considering to write a second part as well. If you'd want that, please let me know!
Also, I hope you'll like it.
Have a wonderful day. (And please don't stop requesting! I finally have more time to write. Use me.)
- Apoo x Reader - mention of a certain lost pirate - 1,515 words - no romance, no smut, it's SFW, might be sad
It has been years since you've entered a specific room in your apartment.
Since your grandfather has died, you couldn't even think of looking into the room. But now that so many years have passed and you started to miss the connection you've had with your grandfather, you caught yourself standing right in front of it.
It felt weird. Empty.
You blamed yourself for not spending more time with him but since your grandfather made you eat a devil fruit, it was hard for you to leave your apartment. You barely managed to pay your last respect at his funeral without panicking and going crazy.
After you ate the devil fruit you got one of the most terrifying powers of all time. You were able to speak to the dead.
Whenever you would go out, visit a friend, buy groceries or even go to the doctors - a lost soul would find you and haunt you until you helped them to find their peace.
You managed to forbid these souls to enter your apartment after cussing them out and warning them that you wouldn't help anyone if they'd disturb or even spy on you. Especially while showering.
Now that you were here, taking a deep breath right in front of this room, you knew that it was time. Slowly opening the door, you peeked inside and couldn't believe your eyes.
The last time you entered the room, it was a complete mess. You hadn't cleaned up in years and didn't touch a single instrument. But everything was clean. There was no dust, no instrument was on the floor and even the windows were clean.
Your music room was cleaner than the rest of the apartment. "What the-" "Oh, finally.", a voice appeared from a corner and you turned around quickly to it.
A strange man with way too long arms and weird-looking teeth was staring at you. "Who the fuck are you?", you looked at him in shock and didn't understand anything. "Language, lady! How about a thank you? Those instruments are very rare and need extra attention and care!", the ghost clarified and patted the huge piano softly.
"Wait.. you- you can touch things?", you frowned and stepped closer, unsure whether or not you'd want to know the answer.
"Yes. I am not an ordinary ghost like the other losers, apapapapa. I was once a highly feared pirate but my love for these instruments never faded. I am happy that I found them after many years again.", he looked down at his proud work of cleaning them and walked around the room.
When he stepped through the sunbeam, which came through the window, he disappeared for a quick second and appeared on the other side of the room again.
"What's your name?", you asked quickly. You would definitely look him up, just to make sure that he wasn't lying.
"I am a little bit hurt.. that you don't know me. But I won't blame you. Seeing how technology evolved, you people got more dumb, apapapa. You don't care about your past, which is why you would have never had a chance to survive in my time.", the ghost shrugged and turned around to you, "My name is Scratchman Apoo. I was the captain from the On Air pirates!"
Something in your head clicked.
"I think, I know who you are. Two years ago I met someone named Zoro. Apparently, he got lost or something..?", you shook your head at that idiot of a man. "He told me about you. Didn't you betray hundreds of people and fought on a bad guys' side?"
The ghost pirate clenched his teeth and looked away, "You got it wrong. I did the right thing to survive."
"Aha.. And why are you here now? Need my help to find peace?", you tilted your head a little and eyed that weird-looking ghost. "And why do you have piano keys as your teeth?"
"That's a remainder of my devil fruit. And no, I have found my peace. I just don't want to leave yet. I only need my instruments, which you are professionally abandoning by the way."
"I am not interested in playing them anymore.", you shrugged and crossed your arms at your chest. The pirate huffed and shook his head, "What a shame to let them rot in here.. unused, apapapa"
You raised an eyebrow at his laugh but didn't question it. There were many pirates with a weird laugh and his wasn't the worst you've heard. "I still want you to leave though. The same rule applies to you! No ghosts in my apartment or I won't help you!"
"I told you that I don't need your help! And I've been here since years. You didn't even notice me.", Apoo sat down and took the guitar into the right position before he started playing it.
Listening to him, professionally gliding his fingers onto it's strings, mesmerized you. It has been way too long since you've heard the soft melody of your grandfather's guitar.
When Apoo looked up, he stopped immediately and tilted his head, "Why are you crying? Did I already touch you with my beautiful talent, apapapapa?"
You didn't even realize it. Wiping your tears fast away from your cheek, you just turned around and went outside. After crashing the door close, you hurried into the living room and turned on the TV to get your mind onto something else.
A few days have passed and you didn't dare to enter the room again. Your head was still hurting from the last encounter and you were glad that the room was soundproof.
"Ayo!", Apoo's voice appeared behind you.
You shrieked and accidentally let the small package of flour drop onto the kitchen counter. It didn't need too long to cover the whole surface white.
"I told you to not enter my apartment, Apoo!", you screamed at him and sighed annoyed.
"First of all: it's captain Apoo! And also: I've been here for years and you didn't bother kicking me out. So I won't leave now either.", he shrugged and leaned against the wall, watching you clean up.
"Stupid ass ghosts.. never giving me a break..", you mumbled and wiped everything clean before continuing to cook.
"Who are you baking for? You never have any visitors, apapapa!", he commented and grinned with his piano keys - smile.
"I don't need a reason to bake. I feel like eating muffins, so I am making them.", you shrugged and took up your hair in a ponytail before continuing to put the pastry into the muffin forms.
"Ah..", Apoo sighed bored and looked around.
You gave him a quick annoyed look and shook your head, "You've not left the room for years, why did you leave it now? Go back there and leave me alone."
"I was a little shy to say hi first.. I was waiting for you to see me first before I went out.", he scratched his head and blushed a little.
Narrowing your eyes at that comment, you thought about it for a second and had to admit that it sounded cute. A bit too cute.
"What do you want?", you placed the forms into the preheated oven and turned back around to him. "Play with me.", he asked without any hesitation. "Hell, no!"
"Oh come on. Just one gig! It will be fun, apapapa!", he begged and followed you around. "I said no, long arms. Leave me alone.", you cleaned up the rest of the kitchen and prepared the topping for the muffins.
"Don't be so boring! Let's play one session together. I am sure you'll like it!", he didn't give up. At all.
Captain Apoo kept following you for the rest of the day, and the next two days, begging you to play with him and use a few instruments with him.
After he decided to not let you fall asleep for the third day in a row, you finally snapped. "You know what?!", you threw the blanket to the side, jumped out of the bed and sprinted to the room.
Apoo seemed excited, hoping to be able to play with you now until he realized what you were about to do. "Nononononono!", he tried to stand in your way. But you didn't let him stop you. "Fuck you!", you screamed as you grabbed the guitar, lifted it above your head, and swung it down to the floor. "NO!!"
You looked down. No crash appeared. No mess below you. The guitar was still intact.
Scratchmen Apoo was holding the guitar from down below as he was laying on the floor. "Don't do it.. It's a treasure.", he looked at you heartbroken and didn't say a word.
Silence for a few seconds. You were the first one to let go of it and stepped back.
"I will not bother you anymore. I promise!", he sat up, still holding the guitar in a protective position, and watched you sad.
After taking a deep breath, you turned around and closed the door behind you before you went back into your bed.
