#whitebeard fluff

The Moby Dick had never been quieter. Not because the crew was asleep, far from it. The entire ship buzzed with poorly hidden excitement.

“Keep it down, idiots,” Marco hissed as he put more gifts on the table, “If Ma wakes up before we’re ready, Pops is gonna throw every one of us overboard”.

“She’s going to love it either way, don't fuss so much”, Ace insisted as he hung the banner.

“I wrapped mine special!”, Jozu said proudly as he held up a lumpy package with strings tied around it.

“That’s meat twine…”, Marco told him.

“I think it adds charm”, Jozu shrugged.

Thatch came from the kitchen carrying trays of food. The whole deck was slowly turning into chaos as the men tried to finish preparing for the surprise.

“Please at least try and act civilized today”, Izou said while adjusting one of the flower arrangements with care.

Ace nearly dropped a tray of pastries, but quickly caught it with a nervous laugh.

“Too late for that”, Marco joked. 

From inside the captain’s quarters came the unmistakable rumble of laughter that was their captain.

You were having trouble waking up after enjoying a lazy morning, but could not ignore the sounds from above any longer. Whitebeard sat on the edge of the bed while you sat bundled in blankets beside him. He rested one of his huge hands against the small of your back. 

“Why does the ship sound like it’s sinking?”, you mumbled, wondering what all the noise was. 

“The boys are up to somethin”, he said with a grin, “best not ask questions”. 

You rolled your eyes fondly then leaned against him and his warm embrace.

“I guess we better go make sure they don’t burn down my kitchen”, you joked as you got up to get dressed. 

Whitebeard watched with the same affectionate grin he always had. It was quiet moments like this that you loved the most. He let out a low laugh when something loudly crashed above. You then heard Marco yell at someone.

The noise suddenly went dead quiet and for a moment that somehow felt more suspicious. He followed you as you made your way up the stairs. The moment you stepped onto the main deck, the entire crew erupted.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MA!”

You jumped in surprise, both hands flying to your mouth. Confetti exploded, music bursted from somewhere by the mast, and you noticed The Moby Dick was heavily decorated.

The deck had been transformed overnight. Colorful banners and streamers hung between the sails. Fresh flowers decorated the railings and tables. There were hand painted signs with crooked letters and even a centerpiece made out of fruit. 

And standing in the middle of it all was your family. Every single member of the crew stood grinning at you like excited children. 

“Oh boys…”, you laughed softly, tearing up.

“For the greatest Ma on the seas!”, they all said in unison. 

Whitebeard stood just behind you with his arms crossed with a smug grin. He looked proud of his boys. They had really pulled it together. 

The day became one long celebration, passing in a blur of chaos and affection. The crew spoiled you with gifts. Vista gave you a comb carved from polished wood, Izou gave you fabrics from Wano, Marco gave you a jewelry box of your favorite color, Ace gave you a warm shawl from an island he visited recently. The other crew members gave you gifts such as, small jewelry, rare tea blends, new books, and handmade trinkets.  

You hugged every single of your boys and held back tears at how loved you felt. You celebrated the rest of your surprise birthday party by enjoying the many varieties of foods and singing loudly with your family. A few sons grabbed you into a dance while some played music.

Whitebeard spent most of the day watching you. He watched the way you smiled at every gift, no matter how small. He watched you mock scold Ace for climbing the mast while holding a plate of cake. He watched you chat with Izou while the other men partied. He watched Marco put a cape over your shoulders when the sea breeze picked up. He watched his sons orbit around you naturally, like they were drawn to your warmth. The ship had always been his family, but you made it feel like a home.  

As evening settled across the ocean, the sun dipped low and the celebrations finally calmed down. 

Whitebeard looked over at Ace and gave a hand signal. The ship was quickly docked at an island that was nearby. He stood from his chair and guided you to the edge. 

“C’mon”, he said softly. 

“Where are we going?”, you asked?.

“You’ll see”, he smiled down at you.

He helped you off the ship onto the small quiet island. It seemed untouched except for the tall grass and old stone paths. He carried a large bag and guided you through trees, down an overgrown trail, eventually reaching a small clearing at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean.

The sunset stretched endlessly across the horizon in shades of gold, pink, purple, and orange. The waves shimmered below you. And for a moment, both of you simply stared. 

“It’s beautiful”, you whispered. 

“Thought you might like it”, your pirate husband smiled. 

Whitebeard laid out a blanket with some snacks from the party. 

“You planned all this”, you asked softly.

“Had some help”, he smiled over at the ship docked nearby.

You smiled at that. 

You and Whitebeard talked while you nibbled at some of the snacks. He relaxed against a tree and listened to you talk about the day, the ocean breeze, and the sound of waves off in the distance. When you got quiet, he looked over in your direction. He watched the sunset reflect in your eyes. 

“When I first became a pirate”, he said quietly, “I never thought I would have any of this”.

You looked at him curiously. 

“Sons. A family….You.”, he gaze softened, “you could have had any life you wanted, but you came with me without hesitation. Thank you for joining me on his journey".

The honesty in his voice made your heart ache. You reached for his hand and squeezed gently.

“Newgate, darling, I did get to live the life I wanted”, you smiled up at him, “I wouldn’t have it any other way".

The sun finally began to slip beneath the horizon. Whitebeard pulled you easily on his lap, one massive arm wrapped securely around your waist. You settled against his chest with a content sigh.

He felt warm and safe. He felt like home. The wind drifted around you gently. You both just sat there at the edge of the cliff in comfortable silence, watching the stars slowly begin to appear across the night sky. 

Whitebeard leaned down and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Happy birthday, my treasure”.

You're about to do it. Your little legs, barely able to let you run without tripping over yourself, ache to jump from the board and fall into the warm water of the ocean. Why are you doing it? You don't really know, but your brain tells you to do it, and who are you to disobey.

Just as you feel the salty air hit your face, a big hand catches you by the collar of your shirt, and dangles you in the air, as if you were nothing but a little kitten in it's mother's claws.

"There you are," a familiar, masculine voice says. You could be afraid, but you can only smile. It's your papa, your father, your one and only hero. "Goin' somewhere, ___?" He throws you up in the air, you screech in joy as he catches you with ease, and sits you over one of his enormous legs. He looks mad.

"To the ocean. Like my brothers." You answer, truthful.

"Last time I checked, your brothers went in ships and when they were allowed to." He says, narrowing his eyes. Your eyes go wide, pondering, for a moment, if you were about to make a mistake. "And you, little one, don't have neither a ship nor permission."

"Oh..." You say with that little, high pitched voice of yours. Whitebeard can already feel his heart clenching. "So... no ocean?"

"No, sweetheart, no ocean." He ruffles your hair, and sighs. "Besides, you don't have to go in a boat to own the ocean, I'm king of this land... and king of the world if god wants me to," he mutters that last part. "So, in a sense, the ocean is yours as well. Because everything mine is yours." He tries to cheer you up, your eyes lighting up as you bounce over his lap.

"King of the ocean!" You rise, roaring as loud as you can before scurrying off again to do who knows what. He watches you intently, a fond smile on his face. And then he gestures to Marco and Izo to come closer.

"Don't let them out of your sight."

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-he was beyond angry with his subordinates because they had let you get captured and taken, but once he had you back he was more concerned with if you were okay or not

-he brought you to that nice fluffy couch and pulled you into his lap

-it was completely silent while he ran his fingers through your hair and you stared up at him from your bridal sitting position in his lap, he kept his gaze fixated ahead of him and his brows furrowed

-he was trying to let go of the anger for the moment being and just remind himself that you're back and you're okay

-"doffy?" he turned his head down to glance at you, your hand reached up to cup his cheek and run your thumb over the crease formed by his scowl

-"are you okay?" you asked, he hummed in response and his hand raised taking yours in it gently

-he brought your hand to his lips placing a kiss to you knuckles before dropping your intertwined hands to rest in your lap

-his arm supporting your back pushed you up so he could dip his head down and kiss your forehead, pressing his forehead on yours thankful that everyone was too scared to enter the room so you had privacy

-he had marco check you for injuries immediately, once that was done you hid away in his cabin to get some sleep because you were both exhausted

-he sat against the headboard with the usual wires running across different body parts, you were careful to avoid them as you climbed onto him and layed against his chest looking up at him

-you couldn't tell how he was feeling, his expression was just.. plain- but after a few minutes you gave him a small smile and the same spread across his face

-his large hand reached up to stroke the back of your head and you melted against his chest making his heart swell

-"i'm sorry."

-"don't be, my love, i'm fine and it wasn't your fault." your lips ghosted over his chest in feathery kisses making the faintest blush appear on the man's face

His nickname for you is ‘treasure’ because you are something as precious and as a rare treasure and he treats you as such

I think acts of service and quality time are his love languages

If he leaves the ship without you, he will always bring back a small trinket. Might be a pretty rock off the beach, hand picked flowers, or a little sweet treat from a local shop

Whitebeard is a total flirt. He will flirt with you then let out that big laugh of his, and you welcome it

When there is a storm, he will take you below deck before the winds turn violent and hold you to make you feel more safe. His large hands and steady heartbeat soothe you

Whitebeard definitely loves quiet moments. When things are calm, you both just sit on the deck admiring the scenery

You have a special hammock set up beside his big chair, during your quiet moments, he will hold your hand in silence. You two just exist together, and that’s enough

Made it a rule that everyone aboard all sit down and eat dinner as a family once a week. A small moment of peace to remind him and his family to stay grateful

He doesn’t really love out loud, not one for grand declarations. He doesn’t need to be, you just know

You are the one who gives him haircuts. The small act of love feels like pampering to him

He’s a very honest man. He would lie to you only to hide a surprise from you

He trusts you to get out of rough situations. He wouldn’t underestimate you, but he never stops worrying either

He would gently scold you if you were too dangerous

Sometimes on a peaceful night, he will take you to to the deck to drink wine together under the stars telling stories about past travels

He has stayed awake some nights and watched how peacefully you sleep next to him

He’ll sometimes look at you like you are something he can’t quite believe is real

He has a habit of touching you just to know you’re there, reminding him what you two have is real

He will sometimes softly watch you while you cook or tend to the ship

He’s a big softy that if the crew wanted to stop somewhere, you could easily convince him with just a smile. The crew teases him, and he pretends to mind

Will literally send men flying if they bother you in any way. You are part of his heart and family, and he always protects what is his

Whitebeard is a very generous lover

He is a foreplay king. He will not do anything until you are dripping wet

He adores going down on you. After some time, he can no longer do things we used to, but he still loves tasting you

Given his massive size, he makes sure he is gentle

Sex with Whitebeard is intense, even during love making

He loves having you ride him, letting you have control

He has a praise kink, he loves to give and receive it

The stamina on his man will leave you a complete mess afterwards

The aftercare would be absolutely amazing

“So why are we stopping on a little island in the middle of nowhere again?”, asked Ace as he sat on the deck of the ship. 

“Well…there’s a woman I need to see again. Don’t worry, we’re only staying a few days, a week tops. I’m not even sure she still lives on that island”, Whitebeard sighs as he looks out at the ocean. 

“Pops made a promise a long time ago to his lady friend”, Marco butts in.

“You boys behave yourselves when we get there too. I don’t want any negative attention being brought to the locals. They are good people. Understand?”, he sternly told his sons. 

“Wait a minute! Is that why we stopped at the last place for those flowers??”, Ace asked.

Whitebeard blushed at being called out. Ace had put two and two together. The rest of the crew joked and cheered.

Whitebeard didn’t care. He looked back out at the ocean and smiled knowing it wouldn’t be too much longer before he could hopefully see your sweet smile. 

*****

You looked down at the letter in front of you. You began to cry. You allowed a few tears to flow before you wiped them away. You smiled to yourself. He was coming back to you. You quickly got up from your desk and began preparations for his arrival. 

Two days later, you woke up with purpose. You took a shower and took your hair curlers out. You put on just a tiny bit more makeup and pick out the best dress in your closet. You check your mirror one last time before you head out. 

You noticed the new lines around your eyes and sighed. You weren’t getting any younger. You hoped Edward still looked at you the same. You snap out of it and spritz your perfume. You left your cottage in a hurry, making sure to get there early. 

You waited at the docks, nervously. You kept second guessing all the choices you made that morning. 

Is this dress too much?Am I wearing too much makeup?Should I wait at the tavern for him to show up? 

All your worry disappeared when you saw it. 

The Whitebeard pirates jolly roger. 

Your face lights up and you can’t help but smile. He came. He came back to you. The thought almost makes a tear fall down your face.

Whitebeard stood at the bow of the ship scanning the scenery before him. It takes him a moment, but he found you standing all alone in the middle of the dock. The smile on your face made his heart race. He just knew everyone could see it jumping out of his chest. 

You looked older, but still as beautiful as the day he met you. He took a moment to admire your beauty before his ship came too into view. Once he knew you could see him too, he got closer to the edge and waved at you. You waved back, just so excited to see the man you loved after all these years. 

None of the men of the ship moved after the ship was docked. They all watched and waited to see what their captain was going to do. They were all very curious about his mystery woman only a few of them even knew about. They understood she was important. They respected their Pops and stayed put. 

Whitebeard walked off the ship as you slowly started to make your way to him. Once he was on land, you ran straight into his arms. He called your name and spun you around. You both laughed and held each other right there on the dock. It wasn’t until you heard rustling and Whitebeard clearing his throat that you let go. Excitement had gotten the better of you, but for some reason, you didn’t think Whitebeard minded all too much. 

One by one you meet the men that were on the ship. Thankfully he only had about 50 men at the time. The men were dismissed, but a few stayed behind. They claimed they wanted to see the tavern first, but their sneaky grins told you otherwise. You noticed the faint blush on Whitebeard’s face and smiled. This was cute. It showed the bond between them. 

You were escorted through town with the gang of men. The crew noticed how at home you and their captain seemed to be around each other. Whitebeard didn’t turn around once to speak to the crew as soon as you started walking. Ace noticed how you couldn’t take your eyes off of Pops, almost amazed he’s actually standing beside you. Ace bumped Marco’s arm and pointed at you two. Marco tells him he’s noticed and shrugs. 

Once at the bar, the crew were surprised to be welcomed with such open arms. They didn’t realize you had connections. You and Whitebeard took a table in the back while the crew did their own thing. Every now and then, Ace and Marco would look over to check on you two. And every single time, you and Whitebeard were always laughing. The men have seen how happy you make their captain and devised a plan while the two of you blissfully drank and caught up.

After paying, you ask your friend to put the flowers Whitebeard got you in a vase for you. Before leaving the bar, you took one of them off the bouquet and tucked it behind your ear. You turned and glanced out to the ocean. It felt nice tonight, and you were happy you chose to wear this dress. 

Whitebeard just stared at you. He couldn’t believe you were still here after all this time. He both hated and loved it. He loved that you were always here waiting for him. He hated it because it made him feel you were missing something from life. Why would you wait for him when you could be out living a different life? He forced the thought down when he saw a couple of his boys walking over to you. 

“Sooooo….weather’s nice tonight isn’t it ma'am?”, Ace said to you in a gentlemanly manner, taking off his hat and everything. 

“Yeh, maybe nice enough to take a little scroll..hmm”, Marco joined in. 

“Ah, now boys please leave her alone, we don’t want to bother..”

“A walk down the beach does sound lovely actually. Will you join me, Edward?”, you look up at Whitebeard smiling. 

The men with their cheesy smiles made you laugh but you played along. Whitebeard started laughing. 

“Of course my treasure, I would love to”.

Whitebeard politely took your hand and started walking down to the beach, turning around and giving his crew a stern look to leave you two alone. 

Ace just put up a thumbs up and smiled really big. 

Whitebeard sighed, knowing how his boys were. You tried to hide a laugh. Your long lost friend blushed. 

You walked down the beach in comfortable silence. Whitebeard couldn’t help but admire the way your hair flowed in the wind. Or the way you so effortlessly smiled to yourself. Were you really as happy to see him as he was to see you? 

You stopped walking and looked out at the ocean. Whitebeard placed his arm around you and enjoyed this moment with you. You leaned into him, needing to feel his touch. The night was as beautiful as it was peaceful. You watched the waves crashing into the shore. You listened to the wind rustling the trees. You did your best to make sure this memory stayed etched into your brain forever. 

“I'm so happy you decided to stop for a visit, Edward…”, you finally spoke. 

“I am as well. Truth be told, I just missed you so much…”, he answered after a moment. 

“I missed you too”, you spoke softly without hesitation. 

You had decided when you saw the way he was looking at you on the dock, you wanted to finally tell him how you really felt. Tell him that you needed him and that waiting for years at a time was not good enough anymore. If he didn’t want to or couldn’t for whatever reason at least you would have your answer. The longing in your heart was becoming too much to bear. You just hoped you could actually go through with it.

There was a small pause. He wasn’t sure what to say and tried to collect his thoughts quickly. He glances back towards the Moby Dick and smiles.

“Why don’t we camp out on my ship?”, he smiled down at you.

You smiled up at him and agreed. You both snuck over to the Moby Dick. Only a few of the crew were onboard, but were drunk and passed out. You both snuck passed them, making your way to the captain’s quarters. You both spent the night having a few drinks and catching up, emotionally and physically. 

*****

You spent the next week aboard the docked Moby Dick ship of the Whitebeard pirates. Occasionally coming onto land to have a nice meal with the captain. You told the crew members that you were only taking their captain away for a few days then they could have him back. The rest of the crew promised that they did not mind. They hadn’t seen their Pops this happy in a long time. It was nice seeing him worry free and laughing. 

The last day of this trip, Ace and a few others, sat on the ship with Whitebeard while you ran into town to grab a few snacks. 

“When are you going to ask her to stay already?”, asked Ace.

“Yeh Pops, why not just bring her along. We’ll keep her safe”, Marco chimed in.

A few others expressed their want to bring you along the ship and join their little pirate family. Whitebeard had gotten a little too drunk the other night and informed a couple of his sons about the love story between you two. Since then, it has been the boys mission to see to it that you come aboard.

“Because she doesn’t deserve a pirate’s life. I could never forgive myself if she were to get hurt…”, their captain being to trail off.

“But she’s waited ALL this time for you. That’s gotta mean something, right?”, Ace brought to his attention.

“Ya know he does actually have a point. I mean, she seems like the lively type. Why would she just stay in one place, especially this small island?”, Marco caught on to what Ace was going and inserted himself into the conversation again.

Whitebeard sat there and thought about their words. They made sense, but he just didn’t know if he could bring himself to ask such an important question. It was life changing. For you and for him. He put his head in his hand and sighed. He needed to step away and think about this alone. 

He told his boys he was retiring to his quarters for a rest before your return. Some of the other crew mates who weren’t sitting with the captain whistled and made kissing noises to tease him. Whitebeard ignored them and laid on his bed to think. 

He heard faint yelling and cheering. Realizing he fell asleep, he tries his best to come back to reality. He listened carefully to see if what he was hearing was a good or bad noise. He then heard your voice. His heart began to race in his chest. He heard you yelling at his boys in mock anger. 

He heard you yell at Marco to come down from the crow’s nest and apologize to his brother. He heard the group tease him for getting in trouble. He couldn’t hear much for a moment, then he heard everyone laugh at once. 

He willed himself to sit up and rub his eyes awake. He made his way to the deck of his ship and the site before him gave him pause. He saw you standing in the middle of the desk pointing your finger at the men, laughing and joking as you scolded them for roughhousing. He noticed his sons going along with your antics and laughing. Maybe asking you to stay wouldn’t be so hard after all. 

After another cheerful celebration on the ship, you and Whitebeard decided to take another scroll down the beach. A small, simple tradition you both have done since making this agreement with one another. You hold onto the arm he offered you and walk with a heavy heart. 

You knew tomorrow he would be leaving again. You’ve gone over and over in your head how to ask him to bring you along. But in the end, you decided against it. Asking him something like that is not a decision that could be taken lightly or made in such a short amount of time. You kicked yourself internally for being such a coward. You made the decision to keep things as they are. You didn’t want to risk losing him for good. These meetings are what kept you going for so long. 

“The moon looks beautiful tonight”, he spoke softly.

You smiled to yourself, blushing at the sweet gesture. You lay your head against him and let him hold you. You didn’t say a word, in the hopes the moment would last longer. 

In his arms, you felt so safe and loved. You often wondered how it would feel waking up in his massive arms every morning, and not just short stretches of time. 

Whitebeard sat there in his own thoughts. If he could be honest with himself, he felt defeated. He thought about it so much it would make a lesser man insane. He thought about the ways he and his boys could keep you safe. Ace and Marco actually came up with a few good plans. He was getting older now and didn’t really need to do as much pirating as he once did. But even after all that, he just couldn’t ask you to leave your home for a less honest way of living. And there was definitely no way he could ask you now, how was he expected to just pack a bag and leave on such short notice.

He held you tighter to him before bringing you into a soft kiss under the moonlight. 

*****

The next morning, you stood there on the dock saying goodbye to every single one of the men aboard the Moby Dick. Some hugged you and cried, some gave your small presents, but all of them said goodbye to you in the most respectful manner. 

You said bye to each of them. Every time one walked past you, your heart sank a little further. The time for them leaving was coming up soon. Faster than you wanted it to. This time, a week’s visit was not long enough. You tried to hide the anxiety that was filling up inside. 

All the men got on the ship and Whitebeard walked over to you. He brought you in a tight embrace while fighting back tears. He wasn’t sure he could go through with leaving you again, but he knew he had to.

“I am going to miss you so much”, you whispered in his ear. 

“My treasure, you cannot begin to understand how much this pains me”, he hugged you tighter. 

Please ask me to go with you.

“Will you please write to me soon? I’d love to hear stories about your travels”, you tried to remain optimistic. 

“Of course”, he promises with tears threatening to fall at any moment. 

Whitebeard reluctantly lets go and gets aboard his ship. He didn’t need to say a word, the men knew what needed to be done. Whitebeard stood at the bow of his ship with his captain’s coat around his shoulder. He watched you as they slowly moved away from the dock and drifted back to sea. 

You were proud of yourself. You held it together. At least until he was out of sight. The moment you couldn’t see the ship anymore, you held your head in your hands and started crying real raw tears. You had to watch the love of your life leave you again. 

You thought about all the times you could have told him how much he meant to you, how you could have asked him to stay with you, begged him to join his ship. None of that mattered now, he was gone, again. You stood there for what felt like an eternity. It wasn’t until a loud fog horn went off did you realize you were still standing on the dock. You tried to freshen your face before turning and walking back to your cottage. Time didn’t wait for anyone and you just standing there wasn’t going to change anything.

Back on the ship, the men waited until they were at sea long enough before trying to speak to Whitebeard. He sat on the deck on his ship looking out at the sea. He held the embroidered handkerchief you gave him earlier in the week tight in his pocket and wondered what it would be like to have you sit next to him while he watched you work on your little crafts.  All he could think about is how you should be sitting next to him. How the bed he shared with you will now be cold. He is brought back to reality when he hears some arguing. 

“What did Ma tell you?! Not to store the spices like that man! They’re gonna get stale faster and our food is gonna taste like shit.”, he heard one son say. 

Ma? Is that what his boys called you? Ma and Pops. He smiled. 

“So when are we gonna turn around and go get her?”, Ace asked, jabbing his elbow at the man. 

“We cannot. You know this.”, he sighed. 

“No, we can. You just won’t do it”, Ace challenged. 

Whitebeard looked up at his son. 

“I have to agree with Ace on this one. She clearly loves you Pops. She’s waited at your agreed location all these years, just in case you were ever in the area and stopped for a visit. She understands what being a pirate means to you…”, Marco said. 

He continued on but Whitebeard had already tuned him out. His sons were right. He didn’t even try to ask you. He made no attempt. He was afraid of the outcome. That wasn’t fair, not for either one of you. He began to stop feeling sorry for himself and started feeling angry with himself. He had to try. He had to at least tell you what you meant to him.

“BOYS! TURN HIS SHIP AROUND NOW! WE’RE GOING TO GET THE WOMAN I LOVE!”, Whitebeard stands up and yells. 

The whole crew cheers. The ship was turned around much faster than Whitebeard thought was possible and it was full speed ahead back to you.

Back on the island, you were slowly making your way to the beach. Tonight was going to be a tough one. You figured a little fresh air and some quiet would do you good. You noticed the sun was beginning to set and you smiled to yourself wondering if Edward was looking at it too. 

You were only walking for a few minutes when you heard what sounded like your name being yelled. You looked around, but didn’t see anything at first with the evening fog. Not wanting to dwell on it, you turned around to continue your walk. 

“MY TREASURE!”

Your heart started to race. Could it be? You turned towards the ocean again and saw it that time. You saw the Moby Dick coming towards the beach at full speed. You started in disbelief, excitement, and confusion. You stood there frozen, believing if you moved this would all be over. 

Just a few minutes later, you see Whitebeard leap from his ship and onto the outer banks of the shoreline. Your legs moved before your head had time to think. You threw your shoes to the side and started running straight to the pirate captain you loved so much. 

He made it to the beach just as you made it to the water. You jumped right into his arms crying. He immediately held you close to him as she spun you around. You both were laughing and crying. You grab his face and give him the most passionate kiss. He kissed you back and his crew gasped. 

“What in the world are you doing here, Newgate!? You set sail hours ago!”, you asked, shaking from excitement. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I couldn’t leave like that again. I couldn’t stand leaving you on this island anymore. I love you. I’ve always loved you so much. I’ve come back for you my darling….if you’ll have me”, he caught himself babbling. 

“You came back for me?”, a few tears fell down your cheek.

“Of course I did. A pirate always comes back for his treasure”.

It's been a while since the whitebeard pirates had a toddler. Everyone on board is looking at you with awe. You’re a cute kid, well, every kid is cute, but you’re specially cute. All of their eyes are in you, twinkling as you tremble like a leaf and hide behind Whitebeard's legs. They all coo at you when you do so, and he can’t help but chuckle loudly at your coyness.

— Thought you were a tough one! Look at you all shy now — he teases at you, and you can’t help but puff your cheeks as you pout in annoyance, embarrassed at his words. Still, you keep hiding behind him as his crew laughs alongside him. He then pushes you in front of him, trying to keep his strength under control so he won’t hurt you. 

— They’re all good men, y/n. You’ll be safe here now. We’re all a big family! — he laughs again, and as he sees you hesitate to take a step, he takes your hand, so small compared to his massive one and makes you walk towards his crew. Still guiding you, he makes you handshake one of his crewmates.

— Nice to meet you, y/n — the man smiles kindly at you, making you smile as well. Much more confident now, you greet everyone on board. Your tiny hand still safely wrapped around Whitebeard’s.

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