BeeQuake

A self-ship blog of @secretsnailor with the big man himself, Edward Newgate! If you have any questions/comments don't hestiate to reach out! I love to chat~ 29 | she/her | an annoyance

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This is my self-ship blog! As you can probably guess by the header, this is for Whitebeard (Edward Newgate) from One Piece!

The hashtag for specifically self-ship stuff will be #beequake (I'm funny).

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Name: Bee Age: 29 Gender: Female (she/her) Job: Postal Worker (works with training New Coos on the island, also sorts/delivers mail) / on Moby Dick works as Yeoman Personality: Generally positive/laid back. Talkative and friendly, she’s got a mean streak if you piss her off though. Looks: Long wavy/frizzy black hair, dark brown eyes, light tan skin, short at 4′10 or 147cm. Relationship: There’s no set story I have of the two of them! They meet at different times, in different ways. Can be young or old Whitebeard. It’s always a surprise, something that draws Whitebeard in. They’re comfortable and loving, once they start dating. A bond made of gentle understanding and acceptance. Nicknames: Calls WB—Edward, Eddie or Newgate when she’s angry.

Note: I included the height for funsies but imagine that either Whitebeard is shorter or Bee is taller whenever I write for them lol. Will probably add more but for now that’s what I have! (p≧w≦q) Thanks for taking a look! 🐝

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An illustration of Whitebeard at Marineford

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Fools Rush In

I wrote a fun thing for myself! I took my OC Carys and wrote an interaction with my self insert. <3 It was a lot of fun and purely for my own enjoyment lol. For more information about Bee, I have a separate self-ship blog! @bee-quake

OC and S/I + Mentions of Whitebeard/SI and Marco/OC | SFW | 5.2k

Excitement beat through her as she cut easily through the ocean’s tides. A lithe figure whose blue body almost blended in completely with the water around her, if it wasn’t for her long black hair and the kimono wrapped around her hips.

Carys frowned with annoyance at how the fabric dragged on her body slightly, making her push a little harder with her tail to propel her forward but it was a minor annoyance at best. The crew’s obvious relief when she didn’t show up naked was worth it although she bore it with ill-grace.

As always, the sea chatted in her ears as she went along. It talked about things that had happened, things that might happen, and things that were happening now.

Did you see that school of fish? Lovely, isn’t it? / A shark not far behind / Remember when there wasn’t any fish roaming our waters at all? / One day there won’t be any fish left, if humans have anything to say about it / Perhaps one day our waters will consume all the land there is—

And on and on. Constantly talking. Carys tuned it out with practiced ease, only paying attention to any news relating to the Whitebeard Pirates or their ship. That’s what she was looking for, after all.

There it was, a whisper on a current, another batch of fresh voices from the sea from the opposite direction. The Moby Dick was close. Carys quickly swerved; the maneuver effortlessly graceful before she took off in the direction of the ship.

Poking her head above the waters, she could just barely see the bobbling wide smile of the ship’s mascot. The voices of the sea that followed the ship told her Marco once again wasn’t onboard. Disappointment filled her gut and she sighed gustily. Annoying but oh well. She’d come back another day.

A crack like thunder startled her before Carys could dive back down. The sea grumbled around her and she paused to see what had happened to change its mood so.

There she goes again / I dearly hope she falls this time / Who cares? They’ll just pull her out / Drown her in our waters

The last voice had a bit of a push to it, an echo of a command that Carys ignored.

“What is happening? Who?” The sea pushed her attention towards the sky and she could finally see a small figure bouncing. It looked to be a human sky walking, hardly an unusual occurrence and something the sea normally cared little for. “So?” Carys asked.

Get closer

Intrigued, Carys obeyed, ducking below the surface and she sped towards the figure. As she did, even below the waves she could hear the sound of Whitebeard’s powers. Popping back up, Carys’ green eyes watched carefully now that she could see better.

It was a lone woman, attempting to bounce through the sky, in the strange way humans ‘walked’. However, unlike most, each time she put her foot down, there was an answering crack that split the ocean below her temporarily.

Carys recognized it as Whitebeard’s devil fruit, from the sound and the way the woman’s foot had the recognizable blue orb around it before she brought it down.

Quickly, Carys stretched out her senses. Had Whitebeard died? The sea should have said something and the ship would be in mourning if that was the case but perhaps she had been gone too long…

But no, his presence pressed back against her, steady and strong. Her heart settled.

Well, it was a mystery but one she didn’t care overly much to dissect. Marco wasn’t around and Papa would appreciate her returning home sooner than planned. She dove and started to leave, content to ask during the next visit.

Bee bit her lip, forehead sweating as she focused. Using Eddie’s devil fruit powers should normally be easy, as effortless as if the man himself was doing it. That was what happened when you had the same devil fruit for years and years, a lifetime’s worth of experience—one got used to it.

Still, he rarely used it on his feet and had never used it the way Bee was attempting to do. Which meant her Bond-Bond fruit’s copy of his Quake-Quake was of little help. It copied the ability completely so she could do everything Edward himself could, but with their love bond she should be able to find new ways to use it as well. 

With anyone else’s she wouldn’t be able to do this, confined to using a devil fruit power exactly the way the user did. But with their bond, it opened up new ways of creativity.

Such as attempting to ‘sky walk’ but with his devil fruit power. It was clunky and not at all graceful but she felt like she was getting the hang of it. Practicing over water seemed like the best bet in case she fell and didn’t have to worry about splattering against the ground (or leaving behind craters as she went).

They had Namur on standby in case she messed up and crashed into the sea. It hadn’t been necessary yet, despite several people’s fretting. Marco, she was coming to learn, was hiding a tendency to worry beneath that laid-back expression.

Eddie had laughed outrageously when she’d mentioned it to him.

Semi-distracted by the thought, she missed the next step and had to quickly shuffle her feet to get back in a rhythm before a sudden shock of Edward’s conqueror’s haki burst through the air. For a moment, all the air left her lungs in surprise.

Bee was able to take in a lungful of air right before the ocean waves rose up to meet her and she hit them with a loud slap.

Immediately, the strength seeped from her body as it went limp and useless. She stared up at the sunbeams that shone from the surface as the remaining air left her mouth in little air bubbles, brushing past her lips.

She wondered, for a moment, when the last time she swam was. She still had a memory of swimming, of a strangely warm ocean and how she kept diving under the waves to curl up in a ball and let them push her along until her back hit the sand and she sprang out of the surface drawing in air before doing it all over again.

How long was that now, ten, twenty years? She was so young when she ate her devil fruit…

Strong arms grabbed under her armpits and dragged her up. The tranquility of her descent was suddenly broken the moment her lungs sucked in the first breath, releasing some locked-up fear that hadn’t really touched her as she sank. Bee sucked down water and she coughed violently, struggling to breathe past the waves that broke against her face. 

Her body was still weak and plaint and as she was moved, the ocean sloshed into her mouth, filling it with more saltwater and she really began to panic, feeling suddenly like there wasn’t enough air, and she flailed in the firm grip.

Something propelled them from underneath and they landed on the sun-warmed wood of the deck. Bee pushed away the hands that were still holding her and bent on all fours as she coughed and vomited. 

After several minutes, her ribs aching, she finally sat back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Immediately there was a face shoved into her own and she jumped, scooching back on her ass to put a few inches between them. 

The woman simply followed. "You smell like Eddie!" she said eagerly, bright green eyes wide on her face. She was stunning and not at all who Bee was expecting to see. Who was this?? Confused, she couldn't formulate an answer before the woman went on, "Are you his mate?" 

Loud, boisterous laughter shook the air and both women looked up to see Whitebeard leaning back in his chair, hand pressed to his forehead as his body shook from his laughing. 

"Eddie!" The woman cried before arms suddenly were around Bee, picking her up easily in a bridal carry before trotting towards the chair in the middle of the deck. Blinking with confusion, Bee struggled but accomplished nothing, the arms like iron bars around her. 

"I can walk—" she tried but was immediately talked over. 

"When did you get a mate?" the woman—Bee still had no idea who she was—demanded, stopping in front of the man's chair. She tilted her head. "Did you change your hair?" 

Whitebeard chuckled as he leaned closer, blonde locks falling over his shoulders. "I did. Ask me about it later. For now, Bee, meet Carys, this is Marco's girl." Bee felt the woman straighten, obviously preening under the comment. "Carys, this is Bee, my" —His eyes were filled with mirth— "mate." 

Carys made a noise like a rumble, Bee could feel it from where her arm was pressed against the woman's chest, her blue tank top drawing the eye to the numerous scars that dotted her tan skin. Carys rubbed her cheek against Bee's temple, as her chest vibrated with something similar to a... purr? 

"It is so good to meet you!" Carys exclaimed.

Bee nodded back mutely before she wiggled a bit. "Can I be put down now?" 

Immediately, Carys set her down on her bare feet. Bee shifted, feeling the water pulling awkwardly at her clothes. The woman leaned too far into her space, and Bee felt awkward under the force of her intense attention. "I should go change." 

"Oh! I'll help!" Carys said before twisting her hand in the air between them. Bee could feel the water leave her skin and clothes, dragging off her body before floating around Carys' held up hand. Her mouth dropped. 

"Oiiiii, Carys!" Ace's voice interrupted them and the taller woman turned before her face broke out into a large smile.

"Ace!" Happily she skipped over as Bee watched silently before a large hand scooped her up. 

Bee frowned as Edward brought her to his chest, hands holding her gently before settling back with a pleased sigh. "Good to have you back," he said with a smile, pressing a kiss to the side of her face. Her frown didn't lift, despite the warm words. 

"She calls you Eddie?" Bee blurted out immediately. She hadn't known anyone else called him that, she thought it was only herself. 

He shrugged. "Likes the nickname. Friends of my childhood used to call me that." He jostled her teasingly. "Looks like things got a little hairy out there, hm? Told you it was a bad idea." 

Her temper—and pride—flared. "If you hadn't used haki I wouldn't have fallen! Why did you do that anyways??" 

"Don't be upset," he chided gently, not at all calming her temper. "I wanted Carys to meet you. She won't come aboard if Marco isn't here unless I get her attention." 

"She has her own ship?" Bee questioned, patting absentmindedly at his collar so he would drop her into his lap. Her brown eyes watched as Carys was quickly surrounded by various crewmembers, chatting loudly. 

Edward handed her the shoes she had left with him and she pulled out the rolled-up ball of socks, bending to put them on. 

"No," he answered. "She's part sea king, Carys swims everywhere." 

Bee froze with a sock halfway on her foot. "I'm sorry she's part what." 

"Sea king," Eddie repeated with a grin. "When she gets wet she'll change into a mermaid. Pretty cool right?" 

"Super," Bee said weakly. 

After spending some time with Edward, Bee headed down to the galley. She was hungry from all her exercise and subsequent dunk in the ocean. 

Once there she heard nothing else but stories about Carys. Picking at her food, Bee overheard or was told directly all about her. There seemed to be no end to the information and she wondered where this was coming from. In the three months she'd been on the ship, Bee had never heard her brought up. 

Except for a few choice comments made to Marco about missing his girlfriend but Bee hadn't paid much attention to that. Marco had merely rolled his eyes and changed the subject so Bee had figured it was just a joke or he didn't want to talk about it. 

Right as she was finishing up, Carys herself peeked into the galley, looking around quizzically, ignoring the various greetings she got. When her eyes landed on Bee, her face brightened and Bee sucked on her straw harder. 

Carys came up to her side right as she was getting up from the bench. "Bee! Eat with me!"

"Ah, sorry I'm already done," Bee replied holding up her tray. Carys looked it over critically. 

"You did not eat enough," she pointed out. 

Bee pursed her lips. "I'm full." 

Carys frowned before her expression lit up. "Perhaps we could take a bath together!" 

"I was going to shower in my room." 

"Then a spar!" 

"I don't, uh, spar with people." Or she hadn't, not yet. Although she had a fair amount of fighting abilities she hadn't really been in a position to use them. Not since the 'accident'. 

"What about a—"

"Carys," a sharp voice interrupted from behind them and Bee sighed with relief. This was getting painful. "Leave Bee alone, she's finished eating. Go get your own food." 

"Aw, but—" 

Lacey appeared beside them both, towering over them. She was a tall woman, the head nurse and had a no-bullshit attitude that made her well suited to the role. She had dark skin with equally dark eyes and crimson dreadlocks that she piled into a large bun during her shifts. Right now, her eyes glared down at Carys. 

"I mean it, go on now." 

Carys pouted but did as she said and wandered off, shoulders slumped with defeat. 

For a moment, Bee was relieved until those piercing eyes landed on her and she barely withheld a flinch. "What's the matter with you? Don't like Carys?" 

"I'm just a little overwhelmed," Bee said honestly. 

Lacey nodded with understanding and something in Bee's chest tightened. "Yeah, she can be a lot at first. You get used to it. Better get out of here now before she comes back though." 

"Thanks Lacey." 

After beating a hasty retreat, Bee stared up at the ceiling of Edward's room. She hadn't been an occupant in here long and the room still felt like 'his' rather than 'theirs'.

She prodded at her feelings. Why was she acting this way? Bee wasn't normally this anti-social and while her reasoning to Lacey was true, it wasn't the whole story. Except she wasn't even sure what the whole story was. 

Turning over she thought about it. It wasn't jealousy, right? There was that recognizable burning within her but it wasn't the same that she was used to... It wasn't related to Edward or being worried about his attention waning in the face of some pretty thing. While Bee might hold that fear out in town, she knew with absolute certainty that he would never go for someone one of his sons was dating. 

So what was it? 

"Bee!! Yo, Bee!" Furious knocking broke her train of thought and she glared at the wall as she heard the doorknob jiggle. Ace. Why he couldn't learn to knock and wait. At least she remembered to lock the door, unlike Edward half the time. 

"What," she yelled back, annoyed. 

"Carys wants to hang out with you!" Ace shouted through the wood.

Bee flinched as she heard a woman's voice join Ace's. "Why are you shouting?" 

"So she can hear me, duh." 

"I'm going to take a shower!" Bee broke in before they could both start yelling at her. 

"Awww," two voices in unison whined. 

Bee rolled towards the edge of the bed. 

"I can join you!" Carys offered and she winced. 

"No that's okay." 

"We'll come back later!" Ace cried out. "Come on Carys," he said softer, but still loud enough to be heard through the door. He wasn't quiet by any means, Bee wasn't sure why he felt the need to yell. 

"But Aceee," Carys complained as her voice got further away. "I wanted to see Bee!" 

Guilt hung heavy over her before she hopped off the bed to actually take a shower. She might as well at this point. 

After showering, Bee found herself deep below decks, far from the usual hustle and bustle. She ran her fingers across the wood of the hallway, trying to work out her tangled thoughts. Figuring it would be safer away from the room in case Ace and Carys decided to come back, she took the time to puzzle it out. 

What was bothering her? Sometimes she got like this, where she was overwhelmed by the amount of people or a situation. Still, she was normally nicer. She'd usually let Carys talk herself out before beating a retreat. Instead, she was avoiding the other woman like the plague. 

Partly it was jealousy, she could admit that to herself. Bee always felt a little plain, always 'cute' rather than 'pretty'. Carys was gorgeous and in the short time she'd been onboard, Bee heard the men fawning over her enough to know that everyone felt the same. 

But it was more than that too. Edward didn't allow female fighters on his crew, only as nurses or other nonfighting roles. That hadn't changed with Bee. Edward viewed her as safe enough with her devil fruit power and the fact that she always had himself or several of his sons with her whenever they went on land. Bee wasn't convinced that was enough but was hesitant to bring it up. 

The moment she got caught with sea stone or haki, she was no better than a civilian in battle. Yet Bee had witnessed enough examples of Edward's overprotectiveness with females to know that it would be a fight regardless of how she brought it up. They were still early enough in their relationship that she hadn't wanted to risk a blowout over it. Their bond was still fresh and she wanted to wait until she was more on sure footing in the crew and her place in it. 

Carys, on the other hand, was a fighter through and through. It wasn't just the scars that lined her body, it was there in the way she moved and how she seemed to ooze confidence. Bee had seen that same confidence in the commanders and the way they could easily back it up. All this she knew at a glance before she even heard tales of Carys' strength from others in the galley. 

Was it that? Feeling like a burden next to someone who could protect themselves—and others—easily? Perhaps. It was probably a mix between the two. 

Feeling silly, Bee stopped and sighed at herself. Alright. Enough wallowing, it seemed like she was only upset because of not knowing about Carys until today and suddenly feeling as though the other woman was better than her in every way but that was just her self-doubt talking. Carys had been sweet to her and Bee felt bad enough about putting her off. Time to change that. 

Squaring her shoulders, Bee turned and hurried to check out the top deck. 

Carys pouted from her place on the armrest of Whitebeard's chair. The man in question was drinking from a large mug, the scent of ale heavy in the air. She folded her arms and huffed, glaring at nothing. 

Ace poked at her tail. "Can I get up yet Carys?" 

"No," she answered back sharply. "You are my friend, are you not? Sit with me." 

"We're not doing anything though," he whined. 

Carys hardly heard it, just squeezed her tail harder, making him wheeze. 

Lacey had cornered her and forced her into the bath, brushing and shampooing her hair, ignoring Carys' threats and arguments. She'd pulled on her kimono and tanktop (she liked to leave the sleeves hanging off her body) and then refused to shift into her human form. 

She'd crawled along the deck but humans never seemed to like that much. Ace eventually grabbed her and carried her to Whitebeard's chair. Once he had deposited her, she wrapped his upper torso with the bottom of her long tail, trapping him in Whitebeard's massive lap. 

Annoyance clawed through her and even being close to Ace and Whitebeard wasn't helping like it normally would. 

"What's eatin' at you Carys?" Ace asked, voice sounding as annoyed as she felt. "Why do you wanna hang out with Bee so badly? Just forget it." 

"It's important!" she argued. Whitebeard had already explained his newfound bond with Bee. "If Eddie has gained a lifelong mate, I have to make a good impression." 

Ace leaned his head back, his black hair tickling against the scales of her tail as he looked up at her. "So? You're already gonna be mates with Marco, Pops has already given you his approval. Why's it matter if Bee does too?' 

Carys growled with irritation. Humans and their lack of care for the family bond. 

"Because," she began, "Eddie is the leader of your family. What if something happens to him?" 

"Marco takes over, as the first commander," Ace answered easily. 

She nodded. "Yes, if Eddie dies. Then Bee will also die and the point is mute." Carys ignored how Ace flinched at her flippancy. "However, let's say Eddie is sick. Who takes over in that case? He's not dead and should get better." 

"It's still Marco." 

"Marco gives the commands, but who will the crew look to see if they should obey? Marco has earned the loyalty of this crew with time and they trust him. Still, Bee will have a lot of power simply as Eddie's mate. If she disagrees with a decision, who will the crew listen to? Who does the crew turn to, if Marco is dealing with commanding? Bee is the likely choice. It's important for me to make a good impression now if I want to be accepted easily into the family clan. If there's friction it will make it harder." 

Carys sighed. "And with how often I am away, I already don't make a good position to challenge Bee for clan rights, if she decides to push me out." 

"She wouldn't," Whitebeard interrupted with a chuckle. She frowned. They still didn't get it. 

"That's not the point! The point is that a family is only as strong as its unity. If there are fractions within the clan, it causes problems until it eventually breaks under its weight. Marco wants to stay here I need to make sure I will fit in here, with this clan. Fights, especially with the top of the chain, will end badly otherwise." Carys' shoulders slumped with disappointment. "I also just want to meet Eddie's mate properly, she must be amazing to be chosen as a lifelong mate." 

Her green eyes rose to meet Whitebeard's blue. "You have never had a long-term mate before, no?" 

"Never," Whitebeard agreed, grinning. "Never thought I would either until I met her." 

Carys squirmed with excitement at the statement and Ace oof-ed at the accidental squeeze. "You see? It matters. Perhaps I should get her a gift..." 

Ace groaned. "Don't get her a sea king again, that's better suited for Thatch." Carys swatted at his head. 

"That was a gift for your crew not for an individual. Does she like treasure?" She looked up at Whitebeard who shifted guiltily. 

"I'm not sure," he said at last. 

"What about a snail, Carys?" Ace asked. "It's more like a pet when you make them all" —he gestured vaguely with a hand— "not sleeping all the time. Awake or whatever. It could be nice, you could customize it for her and it'll be safer too, huh Pops?"

"It would be," Whitebeard agreed. Carys had the ability to talk to snails and could turn off the mechanism that made them sleep for most of their life except for phone calls and eating, while still being able to be used as a phone. They could bond to the owner and alert them when someone was listening in on a conversation, as well as pick up conversations that were happening nearby. It was incredibly useful. "It's as good a gift as any. We haven't done gifts really yet so I couldn't help you with anything else." He glared as Ace snickered. 

Carys' brows furrowed. "No? How did she ask you to be her mate?" 

Whitebeard smirked. "How do you know I didn't ask her?" 

Oh. Hm. Carys thought about that for a minute. "Is that standard for humans? Did you?" 

"No, she asked him," Ace broke in and leaned away from the pinch Whitebeard gave him, laughing. 

"In my culture, Bee would be the one who asked you," Carys explained after Whitebeard was done trying to pinch Ace through her tail. 

"Why's that?" he asked with interest. 

Ace tried to sit up and lean away from her, possibly trying to escape and she tightened her grip until he fell back against the meat of her tail. 

"She's weaker than you. Sea Kings can easily overpower a weaker mate and take, and they frequently do. However for a seasonal mate or a lifelong mate, generally there is a process to things. Bee would ask you because she is weaker and thus show her interest that she would like you to court her. You would then bring her gifts and prove your worth as a mate." 

"Well he definitely didn't do that," Ace muttered. 

"Now listen here you little shit," Whitebeard growled dangerously. "I went and got her didn't I?" 

Ace hummed. "More like the crew did that for you." Before Whitebeard could say anything else, Ace perked up. "Oh look, Bee's coming this way. Can I go now?" he asked while pointing to where Bee was walking across the deck. Carys gasped and released Ace quickly. 

The fire user shot off, likely unwilling to get caught up in more comfort squeezing. Carys fidgeted as Bee made her way closer. 

"What should I say?" she asked Whitebeard in a low whisper. 

"Just be yourself, it'll be fine." His voice was warm but it did nothing to calm the racing in her heart. 

Bee stopped before them, looking awkward. "Uh, hi, mind if I interrupt?" Carys frantically shook her head, wanting desperately to spring over to her and hug the woman tight but she figured that wouldn't go over so well. Whitebeard leaned forward and grabbed her with two hands, quickly bringing her to his face while she struggled. When he started planting kisses one after the other in quick succession over her face and body, she shrieked, but the sound was joyful and Carys watched with hungry eyes. 

Love radiated off them both as Whitebeard withdrew and Bee giggled slightly as he dropped her down onto his lap. She brushed her hair from her face, shaking out the black curls. Carys took a deep breath in. 

They smelled of each other perfectly and it calmed her. Like the scent of flowers carried on a sea breeze. Her tail twitched with longing. Here were Marco's family clan's leaders, no matter that Bee had just joined, Carys knew how these things went. 

If Marco ever led the family clan, many would follow him without question but many more would turn to Bee to see how she would react. Marco was Whitebeard's chosen son, the one to bring the clan forward but if Bee were around, she would be considered the heart. 

And, if Carys was being very honest with herself, she had always valued the approval of parent figures. Whitebeard was older than her, but only barely and Bee was obviously much younger but tradition burned in her veins. It told her to respect and obey. 

Carys was not a leader by trade, she would help support Marco but would never be in an equal role as him. 

She'd like to be what she assumed Bee would become for the Whitebeard Pirates. A protector and defender, the one to hold up the ship in whatever means necessary, while their mates led them. 

Because wherever their mates went, the rest would surely follow. 

Carys blinked back into herself as Whitebeard rubbed her head affectionately. "Carys? You there?" She ducked out from under his hand. 

"Yes, yes, my apologies." 

"Actually, I wanted to apologize to you, Carys," Bee said and she stilled. "I'm sorry I've been... distant today. I was just surprised but that doesn't excuse my attitude. I'm so sor—" The woman wheezed as Carys threw herself at her, cutting off her words. 

"It is okay!" Carys said loudly, rubbing her face against Bee's, combining their scents, rumbling loudly in pleasure. "I am just happy to meet you!" 

Soft hands grabbed at her elbows and gently gilded her back. Carys followed the motion easily although her tail swished against Whitebeard's thigh with disappointment. 

Bee smiled at her and Carys drank in her face. Dark brown eyes set in a soft round face, a beauty mark on one cheek. She looked very kind. "It's nice to meet you too, Carys. I hope we can be friends." 

Carys flung her arms back around Bee's shoulders, hugging her tight. "Yes! I would love it!" 

Whitebeard chuckled above them, approving and Carys pressed her face into the crook of Bee's neck, rubbing her nose against her skin, wanting to rub herself even harder on the woman. 

Gentle hands began running through her hair and she sighed dreamily. 

Yes, this is what she wanted. To be loved and accepted by Marco's family clan, all of his clan. Bee's support would be invaluable, Carys knew, moving forward. But more importantly was the want to be accepted. The way she never was in the world of Sea Kings. 

Carys pulled away and pushed at Bee until the woman, confused, ended up in a seated position with her legs crossed. Then Carys plopped her head between them, raising her arms up to wrap around Bee's waist as her tail flopped against the edge of the chair's armrest. 

"Tell me," she said, "what is that drew you to Eddie?" 

Bee blinked down at her before she laughed. She exchanged a look with Whitebeard and Carys thrilled to see a look of understanding pass between them. Oh, how she hoped her and Marco looked like that to others. 

"Well..." Bee began slowly with a secretive smile. "It was all a bit of a blur at first. I was mostly happy I didn't have a crush on him, to begin with." 

"Hey now," Whitebeard interrupted. "That's not how I saw it. You were smitten the moment you laid your eyes on me." 

Bee barked out a laugh. "In your dreams maybe!" 

Carys relaxed into Bee's lap with a large smile on her face as she listened to the two banter back and forth.

Seemingly without realizing it, Bee's fingers had found her hair and were trailing through it, before they hit Carys' arm and her nails lightly scraped down the skin before following it back up to her hair and she purred with delight. 

Content and happy to be surrounded by their love. 

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

This is for my lovely friend Bee @secretsnailor! Happy birthday, I hope you have a wonderful day! May all your wishes come true my dear. May this new cycle in your life be filled with many blessings! I hope you enjoy is little piece ! Te Amo!

Entering out of the portal Valerie made it back into her room. Letting out a sigh placing her small bag on the counter... “You should be really telling people where you leave yoi..” Marco walked into their room seeing the bag on the counter. “Did you find what you needed I’m assuming?” “I told you I’m a big girl and I can handle myself. Unless you know how to handle a Wendigo by yourself.”  Val gave a smirk. “They had what I needed, it's the perfect gift for her.” Marco sighed “please just let me accompany you next time.” He patted her head “What are you planning on doing with part of the antler yoi?” he asked. “It will be a surprise. Her party is tomorrow, it should be ready by then.” Valerie smiled excitedly about the project she was going to create. It was going to be a process. "If possible just let the crew know not to come in, please get that message to Ace as well we don’t want another incident. Because he will go overboard the ship the next time.” she sighed. “Noted but if Ace didn’t spill that elixir on your plants we wouldn’t  have Artemis with us right now.” Both of them looked at the sleeping fox-like creature on their bed as its ear flickered just a bit with the mention of her name. 

“But still he shall not enter this room especially Bee please can you do this for me mi carino?” she looked at him. “Very well yoi.” placing a kiss on her forehead before he left the room.

~Meanwhile~ Bee was bored on the ship she couldn't focus on reading, Whitebeard was chatting with some of the crew. Realized Valerie seemed busier these past few days. “Sooooooooo boooorrrrreeeeddddd” she threw hands a bit dramatically over the rail letting out a long groan. “Your party is tomorrow, we will have a grand old time. The WBP parties are legendary.” Whitebeard said to her. She gave him a side glance “But right now I’m bored until then. Maybe I will bug Val. I feel like I haven’t seen her in a long time.” “Well it might be longer she just kicked me out of the room yoi.” Marco had his hands in his pocket to take a seat. “Damn she kicked you out of your own room, harsh man haha.” Thatch chuckled. “Yeah, apparently I’m not special enough to know.” Marco played it cool to know what exactly his girlfriend was doing. “ I guess that's what happens when you date a witch.”

 “Who is also the daughter of the guy you fought in your teens haha.” Vista was twirling his mustache as he let a chuckle out.. “What a small world.” Bee gave a bit of a pout; she was rather curious now what Val was doing. If Marco didn’t know what it was then it was big. She wanted to know she would eventually come from her room. She and Val usually talk about the most random things and also like to go off on their own little adventures at times disappearing when docking at new islands. Their late night runs into the kitchen trying to climb on the countertops where Thatch hides most of the snacks. If one of them needed someone to talk to they would talk for hours until they felt better. 

The sun began to set and dinner was already being served. As Bee was eating she saw Valerie enter the mess hall. Valerie sees Bee giving her a smile, grabbing her plate and she takes a seat next to Bee.  “I thought you were never going to come out of there.” taking another bite of her food. “Yeah, something that required some tedious work .” Val flexed her hands as they were positioned in a specific way. “Sooo your not going to tell me what it is??” Bee peeked from the corner of her eye looking at the brunette. “It's just a little project nothing to worry I should be done soon… hopefully…. uuuhhhh excited for your birthday?” giving her a small nudge trying to change the convo smoothly. 

“Another year of saying yeah I’m getting old.”  Bee hands rested on her cheek. “But excited to let loose!” “Let loose as in sliding down the Murakumogiri after a few drinks” Valerie chuckled. “Bet pops would love that.” “Oh yeah he does.” snickering at the comment. “Ohhhh so you tried the moves?! Busy bee at night I see.” Valerie's index finger rubbed her bottom lips as it curled up. “Naughty naughty.”

“That reminds me I have to  thank my instructor….thank you.” her hands squeezing her shoulder as both of them laughed. “I’m glad you're putting those moves to work just don’t give that man a heart attack Macro won’t let me hear the end of it.” Valerie pinched the bridge of her nose letting out a low chuckled. “He is fine just like his title worlds strongest I think he also took the title world's strongest heart.” Bee getting flashbacks in her mind. “Do you both have to speak like that right now as I’m eating!?” Ace looked at both girls, his eyes twitching from the conversation he just heard from them both. “Oh sorry, I thought you were still asleep,” Bee spoke as both girls saw a baby carrot in his nostril. During the whole dinner, Bee tried to get as much info from Val but Val was a tough cookie to crack. Going back into the room she saw the grounded antler grated finely. She went into the cabinet grabbing the final items and the molding trays she made a few days ago. ~Birthday Celebration~ “You're doing this on purpose you know damn well I have to practically run to catch up to you!” Bee protested. “Right right, let me slow down for ya.” Thatch stopped as Bee was trying to catch her breath. Resting her hands on her knees as she took a few deep breaths. “Such… a…smartass…comment.” “Sorry.” letting a small chuckle out. “I keep reminding myself there are people under 5’2 on the ship.”

“The term is fun size.” Valerie approached holding something behind her back. “Happy birthday Bee!” Bee’s eyes perked up seeing the bruja in front of her. “Aww, thanks Val!”  noticing she was holding something behind her back. “Whatcha go there?!” leaning her head to the side to see if she could get a glimpse of what she was hiding behind her back. 

Bringing it to the front of her was a  small yellow box with a black silk ribbon. “This is for you. I wanted to do this for some time I'm glad I was able to do this for you!” one hand scratching behind her head. Bee reached for the pretty decorated box. She began to undo the ribbon opening the lid to the box her eyes shot open. “No way!” seeing the jolly roger earrings that shined with the sun hitting them. “Yes way.” dust of pink hit her cheeks. “Wearing them will protect you when you travel. Wendigo antlers are hard to come across but, when you're being chased by one….” she let out a sigh “rather reckless creatures they are bound to scrape their antlers in small narrow spaces. Luckily, being fun size came in handy.”

“You didn’t have to do all that Val!!!.” Bee exclaimed, seeing at times how reckless she can be. “Even though I say it you won’t stop.” “No point in saying it reminds me of her old man Guararara.” Whitebeard smirked looking down at  Bee who was placing the earrings on.  “Let me get a good look at you.” picking up Bee as if she was a little doll compared to him. He saw the proud jolly roger on her earlobes. “You make them look great my sweet honey bee.” The scarlet red blushes burning her cheeks by the flattering comment made her internally scream on the inside. Covering her face for a moment as she spoke “Thank you Eddie”. Leaning over kissing the captain's cheeks.

Valerie gushed over the sweet moment between the two lovers. “So cute!” “Okay okay let them have a moment together. Stop staring like a weirdo.” Marco poked at her forehead. Marco began to talk off as she was snapping out the cute moment in front of her. In a matter of 3 steps Marco was a distance from her. Quickly walking trying to catch up there was no point in walking fast picking up the pace, Marco was bracing himself knowing the first thing she was going to do hearing the click of her boots getting closer and closer. When she got close enough she managed to jump onto the commander's back, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hands holding onto his shoulders. “I got little legs remember.”

“I know trying to find you in a crowd can be impossible sometimes.” Held her by her thighs for support teasing her as they both walked to the other part of the deck. 

“This only one party of your gift dear.” Whitebeard's eyes narrowed down at Bee who’s head perked up at her lover. Whitebeard had the idea of how to decorate the main deck of the ship. But also something waited for her later on that night in his dresser was something he couldn’t resist getting her. 

“Really now?!?!” Bee looked over at white beard giving him a sly smile. 

I just started to grow darker and darker as the crew hung pearl-shaped lights all over the deck. Different types of food were displayed on the table and in the middle held a large decorated carrot cake with pearl-like candies wrapped around the bottom of the cake. Whitebeard was occupying Bee so the deck could be decorated. He bought her a pretty new yellow sweater along with matching converse in the same yellow color. Bee had this glow around her and knew something was going on. “Why can’t we go to the deck yet?” Bee asked as the corner of her mouth curled up sitting at the edge of the bed, her feet dangling as she swung them back and forth. “Patience my Bee, no need to rush. I thought you enjoy spending time with your favorite person.” Edward looked at her his back resting against the headrest. One hand rested behind his head while the other one rested to the side of him. “Yeah, when you aren’t grouchy.” Bee teased her larger lover, seeing his bottom lip curl up. Hearing the knock on the door “Oi pops can you and Bee come to the deck please?!” Haruta called out from the other side of the door. Feeling the bed move as Edward got up “shall we?” he asked her, nodding her head towards her, picking her up, her bottom resting on his forearm, her head resting against his large torso. “Close your eyes for me please?” he asked “Very well.” Bee closed her eyes tightly, scrunching her nose up just a bit. The crew could hear the footsteps coming from the large captain as he was approaching. Bee still had her eyes closed tightly. “You can open them now.” When Bee opened her eyes the sound of the party popper and the chant of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEE!”  Bee felt her eyes swell up with tears, her bottom lip sticking out. She saw all the decorations with the beautifully displayed food and cake. She was trying to gather her words but with one blink of her eyes the tears came down. “Thank you, everyone!! I really appreciate every single one of you here!!” she wiped her eyes. Edward let her down as she began to hug every single one of the commanders. 

Last person to get the hug was Val. Bee giving the biggest hug out of all the commanders. “You deserve this Bee! You deserve to feel special and feel loved by many people on this very special day!.Thank you for everything you do. To meet someone like you is nothing but a blessing!!”

“Are you trying to make me cry more!?” Bee’s voice began to crack just a bit.

“Just a little hehe.” Valerie chuckled.

In celebration of her birthday, the crew ate, drank, and had the greatest time hearing them singing amongst the crew as some of them were already buzzing and others pigging out on the food. In the middle of the dance floor were Bee and Val as they both were dancing with no care in the world if they were off-tune with the music playing.

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🐝 a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @secretsnailor!! my lovely friend ahhh, this has been in the back of my mind forever and now it's done as a little gift for you <33 I hope your day has been lovely! you're such an amazing friend and ilysm

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The end of summer was setting in, the sun dipping blue inky waves earlier each day and taking the warmth hanging heavy in the air with it. Part of Bee appreciated it, no more blisteringly hot days on the deck and the perfect weather to embrace her favorite soft and fluffy sweaters. But there was always the slight despondency to the loss of a dear tradition.

Tradition? She wasn’t sure that was the right word. It was moreso a habit, watching the splotches of pinks, oranges and yellows sink below the sea line till the sky turned black and only then she rose from the bed to leave the cold room. 

It wasn’t the sticky humidity from weeks ago that made a person's skin crawl, chilly but refreshing. Like a splash of water in your face to wake you up from your sleepy mind. The wooden floorboards creaked under her footsteps but it was nothing, covered with the drunken singing of the crew below deck.

The deck was barren, the party slipping underneath it soon enough where there was more food and plenty more alcohol. It was also partially everyone trying to escape having to clean up, out of sight out of mind huh?

Whitebeard was calmly seated under the growing dark sky, soaking in the soft light of the moon and flickering warmth of the tiki torches. It was quiet, only the sound of the waves licking at the hull of the ship and the quiet sigh of content from Whitebeard being the only sounds in the quiet quiet night sea.

“Are you trying to scare me?” His deep voice rumbles, splitting the silence in half in the same way his devil fruit could crack the air itself. His tone is playful, a smile evident just in his words.

“Scare you? No, it’s only August. Wrong time of the year to be trying that.” She laughs and wanders out onto the wide deck. It’s always odd seeing it so abandoned, even with the food and party decorations strewn across the ground it felt empty this time of night. “I wanted to sit with you, can I not?”

He shifts in his seat, the old wood creaking loudly under his body and without any words he scoops Bee up into his lap. In comparison to the cold chill of the fading season, Whitebeard was warm. But when was’t he? Always fiery with energy and a gleam in his eye that could be compared to the sparkling sun.

“August eh?” He mutters the word under his breath a few times, rolling it around in his mouth and getting a taste for it. “It’s an important day, isn’t it?”

Bee smiles, she can’t help it. It’s partly guilty but partly an underlying excitement that of course he knew. There was always an all knowing look in his eye, he always knew something.

“I guess so.” Bee speaks softly and Whitebeard chuckles, equally as soft. His large hand comes up to stroke her head and she leans into his touch. It was her birthday, black x’s on her calendar slowly leading up to this day in the year. “I just wanted it to be between you and me.”

“Is that so?” He muses, leaning back to stare at the starry sky and look back at the birthdays previous to this. Loud and wild, that’s how the Whitebeard Pirates did things. Enough food to eat for days and days with no end in sight and songs that lasted till the sun came creeping back up, neverending energy fueled by a mission to show crewmates their love. “Seems like everyone was unaware of that part.”

There had been a party, a bit toned down in comparison to previous years but for a day solely to celebrate Bee, she was shockingly absent. Maybe it was the heat, still present when the sun shined clear in the sky. Or the book gifted a day earlier from the doctor was particularly enrapturing, leaving her hidden away in the quietness of her room.

“You know your crew, don’t you? They’d just throw me an even bigger party to try to win me over.” Bee can only imagine the lengths they’d go to, a smile tugging at her lips in a slight adoration towards just how silly but lovable they are. “Cake and a few birthday wishes are all I needed today, and some time with you.”

He tosses his head back and laughs. “With ole me? I’m honored.”

“Well…” Bee shifts in his lap, scrambling to turn around and face the giant man. “How else am I supposed to collect my birthday present?” 

“How could I forget?” Tutting quietly he shifts to search for his present. Bee rolls onto her back, staring up at the night sky, surprisingly bright with all the little stars dotting the canvas of black. Even this later, the moon seemed to make Whitebeard’s golden hair shine in the milky white light.

He hands her a brown package, wrapped carefully with twine and a red stamp in the middle. The package crinkles with noise in his careful hand, passing it to Bee as if the gift inside was made of glass, making her mind buzz with possibilities. Unraveling it with great care, the stars catch on shimmering metal as it’s slowly unveiled. 

A golden necklace, perfectly shiny and the right shade to compliment her tanned skin as she held in her palm. Small and delicate, with a little antique bee pendant connected to the dainty chain. It was small but precious, a closer look revealing every small detail carefully carved into the metal bee. And sliding out of the package into her lap were two hair clips, adorned with a shimmering sun and moon.

“I’ve been holding onto those for a while,” he says softly, firmly pressing the gifts into Bee’s palm. “Thankfully I’m good with secrets.” He helps put the necklace on, the metal surprisingly warm from Whitebeard’s touch. The golden bee sits in the middle of her chest, just above her heart. “A gift for my dear little bee.”

She’s grinning wider and wider by the second, a kiss placed atop her head leaves her heart blooming with happiness. She fumbles with the hair clips in her hand, placing one in her hair then swooping forward into Whitebeard’s embrace. “I love them, they’re beautiful. But you won’t mind me asking for one more thing?”

He raises a concerned eyebrow then grunts, prompting her to snatch up the idea forming in her mind and move on with it. Upon her motioning, Whitebeard holds her up closer to his face and she stretches out to take the golden strands of blonde hair in her hands. They’re silky soft, well taken care of and feel like velvet slipping through her fingers as she gathers strands. 

Crossing strand over strand, she slowly makes her way to the end and Whitebeard lets out a knowing huff of laughter at what she’s doing. He sits quiet and still, admiring her work and the way her face scrunched up in focus as she works without a word, the hair clip dangling from her mouth until the last strand has been crossed over the previous and a braid is left. With a smile on her face, she props herself up and slides the hair clip in place, adorned in the same spot hers was. 

“There we go, a perfect present.” She presses a kiss to his cheek and he erupts in laughter, leaning into her sweet touch.

“What would I ever do without you?” Sighing, he lets her press herself against his chest, melting against his skin and leaning back to watch the stars. The day would be over soon enough, the birds would sing their sound announcing a new day and the next one would have nothing special about it. A new day, leaving the past behind.

But as she plays with the Bee pendant in her hand, rubbing her thumb over the smooth metal she knows one thing will stay the same.

“A shooting star.” Whitebeard whispers and she glances up just in time to see the burning streak of light cross the sky, disappearing in a flash. “You haven’t made a birthday wish have you?” He snuggles her closer to his warm body, holding her firmly.

Bee shakes her head, stopping to think of what possible thing she could wish for. Everything seemed to turn up blank, but she wasn’t upset.

Anything she could possibly wish for was already here.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEE!

Thank you to @sofihtf02 for creating this lovely piece Val and Bee for Bee's Birthday @secretsnailor .Your art is always breathtaking!!!

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♡ Happy Birthday, Bee: Whitebeard x F!S/I

a/n: @secretsnailor - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Bee!! from me & @tardiiart who teamed up to surprise you on your birthday! :3c thank you for being such a lovely friend to us and for everything you do! since we can't hug you in person on your special day, we worked in secret on a little something we hope you'll enjoy. sending you all the kisses! ♡

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“Nervous much?” – “Thatch. You know I already fucked your dad successfully. There’s nothing for me to be nervous about anymore.”

It was impossible to miss the teasing in Thatch’s voice as his big hair filled up almost all of the display in Bee’s phone. She had her friend on FaceTime, watching him roll out dough in the kitchen of his bakery while she was finishing last touches on her makeup, applying mascara to each lash     with meticulous precision. 

“Sure. Just pretend it’s not your first proper date in ages. Or that you don’t have the slightest crush on Pops. And that you spent two hours picking the right outfit for today. I was right there.”

Bee huffs, taking her eyes off the mirror to stare directly in the camera. She may be small, but she sure could bite when tested, however she gets cut off before she can use her brush as a threatening pointing weapon. 

“And yet still she chose this outfit. Bee, I told you Pops is a boobs man. You should show some cleavage.”

Izou’s handsome face appeared in the display, mustering her with stern eyes and arms wrapped around his new found lover. The two of them were disgustingly sweet together, but still – Bee was glad it worked out for them after listening to Thatch’s whining about unrequited love the other night.

“What’s the point? He even asked me to bring a jacket and mittens, I’ll be all covered up anyway, I guess. Hey, does he always plan surprises for his dates?”

Thatch and Izou exchange a look and shrug. In all honesty, they couldn’t remember when they experienced Whitebeard taking someone out on a proper date, so this was new territory for everyone. What they knew for sure was that Marco had been arguing prior before Pops left with him on why he should take the new Corvette and not his rusty old van while the other sons were secretly taking photos and spamming the group chat with it. 

Bee attempted a few different hair styles but decided to just leave them open in the end, earning an approving thumbs up from both Thatch and Izou who were now forming pretzels together on screen. She smiled over them playfully bickering at each other, arguing who had the most skilled fingers, when she heard a car honk outside. 

“Shit… okay– gotta run, talk to you later, guys!” She blew a few kisses towards the screen and watched the boys wave and waggle their eyebrows at her, before she ended the call and grabbed her few belongings, checking herself one last time in the mirror. Calm down, Bee. You got this. While her drumming heart was trying to tell her otherwise, she was also overly excited to meet the big man again.

They had spent a wonderful night together a week ago, magical almost, and had been in touch ever since. While Whitebeard wasn’t big of a texter, probably because the buttons of his flip phone were a little too frilly for him, he called her several times a day to hear what she was doing, just keeping each other company while one was out getting groceries or cooking dinner. Though one night he also asked her what she was wearing, laughing loudly when Bee went off to explain in a dry voice every detail of her worn out pajama, only to ask him in return if he had his cock in his hands– he did, and they had an amusing attempt at phone sex, deciding that the real thing was a whole lot better. 

Still, Bee fell asleep with a smile that night, yearning to meet him again. When she opened her mail the next day she was surprised to find a handwritten letter in there, ripping it open before she even reached her door. Inside was an invitation to an official date, Whitebeard giving her a time and a date when he was gonna pick her up, scribbled with a cryptic note that she should bring something warm to wear. She called him that night to press more information out of him, but he only chuckled and left her hanging, amused by her pleading and pouting. 

Bee didn’t like surprises, but this one time she would make an exception. And she had a vague feeling anyway, because where would you require a wool jumper and mittens on this hot summer afternoon? 

She laughed when she noticed the infamous Moby Dick parked in front of her house, the old fashioned-van that looked like it would fall apart any second. Whitebeard cranked down the window on the passenger seat, leaning over to greet her with a wide smile. 

“Hey, little Bee.” – “Hey, handsome.”

Whitebeard opened the door from the inside for her, holding out a hand to help her in the passenger seat, not pulling it back once she took a seat. The two look at each other, almost a little shy now that they were seeing each other again after that one night, but the tension falls off their shoulders once they start laughing and lean in for a big kiss.

Bee was almost standing in her seat to reach him, her hands placed on his cheek while his big hands were wrapped around her waist, pulling her over to him. Their lips crashed against each other, needy sounds being muffled with more kisses and hands wandering over their bodies, and for a minute it wouldn’t have been surprising if they started undressing each other right there in the parked car, if only the sound of the van’s car honk didn’t startle them. 

They pull away and grin at each other, and for a few heartbeats they feel like lovestruck teenagers on their way to prom. Now that the kiss was out of their system, Bee finally took Whitebeard all in. He was wearing jeans and a green shirt which he didn’t bother to button up fully, his long blonde hair falling over his shoulders and his distinctive beard looked like it was polished and combed at least three times before he left the house.

Bee gave Whitebeard a look when he started the car, the unholy noises of a dying vehicle roaring through the streets, but soon the sound of his music was blasting louder than the groaning and creaking of the van. He let her flip through his collection of tapes and pick the ones she liked the most, a bit proud of himself that he could cater to her music preferences, humming to the melody with a big hand resting on her thigh. 

“So. What’s the plan? Either we’re going on a week long road trip to colder realms and in that case I didn’t pack enough undies. Or…?” 

Whitebeard pointed over his shoulder to the backseat, not taking his eyes off the road, while Bee turned around and gasped. 

“Ice skating? Don’t tell me you’re secretly a professional figure skater?”

His roaring car made the whole car vibrate and he shook his head. 

“Never tried it. But my boys suggested it could be fun to do something active, so… hope you like the pair I got you.” – “Are you kidding me? They are so extra.”

Bee grabbed the pair of smaller skates and looked at them from every angle. They seemed really expensive, but the pink color was loud. Still, she shifted in her seat with excitement. To be honest, it wouldn’t have mattered what he had planned today, as long as she got to spend time with him. Talking on the phone was nice, but seeing him in all his glory, smelling and feeling him… that was the real deal. 

They arrived at the ice skating rink and after parking the van, Whitebeard walked around the car to open the passenger door for Bee, offering her a hand and not letting go of it. Bee leaned close, enjoying the warmth he was radiating and together they made their way inside. It was lively but not crowded, music blasting from the speakers as people were going around in circles. While Whitebeard sat down on a bench to put on his skates, Bee took the chance to be somewhat on an eye level with him and stole a few more kisses, almost crawling into his lap again if he didn’t hold her back by the hips. 

“Easy, little one… we can get to that later.” 

He winked and ignored how she rolled her eyes, went on to lock their stuff up and after changing into their wool jumpers they soon stepped on the ice together, his big hand in hers. Bee laughed loudly at him when she noticed him standing there like a deer in the headlight, unsure how to move, but that was only until she stumbled and almost fell on her own ass if Whitebeard didn’t have such a tight grip on her, almost making her dangle from his outstretched arm.

“Would have served me right, I guess”, Bee grinned sheepishly as he helped her back on her feet again, his rumbling laugh echoing in her chest.  “You’re lucky that you’re so cute”, Whitebeard replied and leaned down for a kiss, ignoring the fact that his knees were shaking slightly on the unfamiliar ground. 

Together they felt their way into the dark – the dark being the ice rink and dozens of children passing them by at the speed of light while they slowly, very slowly, found their balance. Soon they took off their mittens, craving skin on skin contact, and Bee couldn’t help but feel comforted by her small hand in his, not letting her go once. They spun around in circles, rating the playlist of this place loudly, talking about sweet nothingness and depths of their soul, a mix of lightness and trust pouring in their words.

Time seemed to slip through their fingers and they didn’t even notice when the staff turned off the music; like waking up from a dream they slowly realized that they were the last ones still going in circles and with this realization also came the heavy legs, not used to the motions on ice. Apparently the people working there had tried to get them off the rink for half an hour since they were already closed, but they all were too intimidated by Whitebeard and didn’t dare to approach him. 

They got their stuff from the lockers and changed into their regular shoes and clothes again, giggling and teasing each other about the whole situation in a way only old souls and lovers do, not realizing they might have fallen madly and deeply already.

“My legs feel like pudding. I don’t think I can walk one more step anymore”, Bee groans as she ties her shoes – even this task was exhausting. Still, she had lots of fun today and enjoyed herself to the fullest, and she would do it all over again if it meant she got to hold Whitebeard’s hand for several hours.

“No worries, little one. I got you”, Whitebeard laughed and without further warning swooped her off her feet, and within the blink of an eye Bee was sitting on his arm, grabbing onto his shoulder for support. Their faces were only inches away from each other and she could count every tiny wrinkle on his face, but what really captured her was the blue of his eyes, like the sky and the ocean becoming one at the end of the horizon, a thousand shades of luminescence.

Bee rests her head against Whitebeard’s as they make their way outside to the empty parking lot. It was a warm summer night, the sky vast, not a single cloud hanging upon them. Even if they were on solid ground again, they still felt like they were spinning around in their own little universe, just two star crossed lovers. With their heads in the back of their neck they gaze upon the countless stars, feeling both incredibly small and yet so tall, as if they could pick one from the sky and swallow it with ease.

“A shooting star!”

If Whitebeard didn’t have such a tight grip around her, Bee would probably have jumped, so now she’s just pointing towards the sky, her face lightening up with sheer excitement. It has been ages ever since she saw one. Whitebeard’s rumbling laugh makes both of them vibrate and he turns his face towards her, tilting her head slightly towards him with two fingers. 

“Make a wish…”, he mumbled against her lips before he leaned in for a kiss, humming when she responded to it wholeheartedly with her hands buried in his hair, clinging onto him as if she never intended to let him go, their hearts beating in unison and unspoken wishes being weaved into each other by an invisible red thread. 

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WHITEBEARD STICKERS

He is the best of daddies, the loveliest of fathers of #ONEPIECE! Introducing the dilf supreme… WHITEBEARD for my lovely friend @secretsnailor 💖💖

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Trouble in Paradise?!

@itsthefandommash and I were having a conversation and she came up with this idea. XD And I found it so funny I couldn't NOT write a quick story for it.

Whitebeard x F!S/I / SFW  / 1.7k

Summary: Being the newbie on a crew means that you often get the short end of the stick in terms of tasks no one else wants to do. Lucas has learned that being messager bird between Bee and Pops is one of those. Warnings: Implied sex at the end, but not described. POV in random OC.

At first, Lucas didn’t notice anything wrong. He was just going about his day on the Moby Dick , swabbing the deck. Okay, maybe not the most glamorous of jobs, sure but he was grateful to be on one of the most powerful pirate crews. He was a newly accepted son, a fresh face, and on the flagship no less. He was trying to make a good impression.

Still, as he swabbed near the nurse’s station, dipping his head in a nod and hearing them giggle, he didn’t think this particular job was that bad. Glancing up at Pops to make sure the older man hadn’t noticed, Lucas was relieved to see that he hadn’t. The old man got testy when men flirted with his daughters. Bee said it was cause he was jealous, Pops said it was because he didn't want his sons to disrespect them. 

The relief was short-lived as he took in the pinched expression on Pops’ face, frowning and looking broodily into the distance. His lap was suspiciously empty. Quickly, Lucas tried to think when the last time he saw Bee. Feeling his heart start to pound with trepidation he tried to hurry his swipes across the wood, hoping to get away from Pops before the man noticed him.

“Ah, Lucas,” Pops’ voice boomed and he froze, eyes glued to the deck. Damn. No such luck. “You mind doing me a favor, son?”

“W-well, I’m kind of in the middle of doing something, Pops—”

“Someone else can do that for you,” Pops dismissed immediately, and Lucas sighed recognizing that he wouldn’t get out of this, and threw the mop into the bucket before looking up into the older man’s lined face. “Go find Bee, would you? See what she’s doing, it’s been ages.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to say that it was hot and Bee was most likely attempting to escape the heat when a yell echoed across the deck. “That’s right newbie! Go find Bee!” There was a round of laughter from the shipmates scattered about and Lucas sighed, knowing when he’d been beaten.

“Alright Pops, I’ll do that,” he said dully.

“Good, thank you son.” Pops settled back into his chair with a smile, looking much more at ease and Lucas sighed as he walked away, dreading what was to come.

It wasn’t hard to find Bee, the woman was in the captain’s quarters, the room she shared with Pops. After he knocked and came in, the room was dark, the curtains drawn and a fan set up on the massive bed, blowing directly at Bee who sat against the headboard with a book in her lap. A den den mushi was playing music softly on the headboard and when dark brown eyes regarded him, Lucas tried to smile.

He didn’t think he was quite successful.

“Hey Bee, Pops wants to know what you’ve been up to.” Bee’s expression shifted to a are you an idiot which Lucas didn’t feel like he quite deserved.

“Reading,” she said slowly.  

Biting his lip, he shifted. Technically that was the end of what Pops had wanted but hoping to spare himself another trip, he went on, “Pops was wonderin’ if you were going to come out onto the deck anytime soon.”

She scoffed. “Uh, and bake under the sun? No thanks.”

Lucas tapped his foot a little before he asked, a little timidly. “Is there anything else you’d want me to tell Pops or…?”

“Just tell him I’m reading and I don’t want to be on deck right now.” He nodded back before turning to the door feeling dejected.

Trudging back to Pops, Lucas relayed Bee’s message. From the corner of his eye, he could see shipmates gathering closer and closer to watch the show. Sweat started to bead on his neck and he hoped that maybe that would be the end of it. Maybe he’d escape this time.

As Pops’ face twisted into a scowl Lucas didn’t think his chances were very high.

“Tell Bee that I’d just love for her to come on out now. It’s barely that hot.”

“Well,” Lucas began, “it is pretty hot Pops…” The glare he got in return had him clicking his mouth shut and as he turned to walk away, snickers could be heard following him.

Bee didn’t look all that surprised to see him again, as she put a finger between the pages. “What does he want?” she asked flatly.

“That he’d love for you to come up. He misses you.” Lucas hoped the comment would melt her just a little. He didn’t add the ‘that hot’ comment, he’d heard enough of Bee’s whining about the subject over the last few days of the oppressive heat they’ve had that he didn’t think she’d appreciate it overly much.

“That’s nice,” Bee said dismissively opening up her book. “Tell him I’m good, he can go a few hours without my company.”

The remark didn’t go over so well with Pops, who glowered down at Lucas as if he were to blame. He didn’t cower though, just accepted a sort of quiet defeat.

“That little—” The rest of the sentence was lost under Pops’ angry muttering before he spoke louder. “Say Thatch will make one of those fancy drinks she likes so much if she’ll come out.”

“Hey!” Thatch’s voice rose with complaint. “I didn’t say that!”

Pops waved a nonchalant hand in Thatch’s direction. “Oh please, if she asked you, you’d do it in a heartbeat.”

Before Thatch could argue, Lucas broke in. “Anything else?” he asked, a little desperately. He didn’t want to do a whole trip there and back for such a little thing. Pops rumbled a chuckle.

“Tell her captain’s orders.”  

“Nah. Not really worth it,” Bee said without looking up from her book. “Also ‘captain’s orders’? Fucking bullshit, thought we were equals. He’s lucky I’m too hot to complain about that, or else I’d march up there to give him a piece of my mind.” She was snarling down at her book when she looked up at Lucas. “Don’t tell Edward that part. Just the first thing.”

Lucas fought to keep his expression blank and not to break down in tears. Sweat was pouring down his back at this point, and he was panting heavily. He had to go down several flights of stairs there and back every time they did this.

It was a rite of passage he had been told. Whenever Pops and Bee wanted to pass messages back and forth, a newbie was always chosen to be a messenger bird. They used to do it on the den den mushi, faster for all involved but then an article had been released.

‘Trouble in Paradise?’ The headline had shouted, with a detailed discussion of their conversation. Bee had had a fit apparently. So now shipmates did it instead.

And now it was Lucas’s turn.

“Would you like me to tell him anything else?” Lucas needled and Bee hummed before looking up at the ceiling.

“Actually yeah,” she said brightly and his heart lifted with hope. “Tell him if he’s so bored he can flirt with the nurses since I’m not there to bitch at him for it. And tell him to stop bothering me.”

Closing the door behind himself, Lucas wondered if it was manly to cry now or after Pops reacted to that.

When Lucas dutifully repeated the message, the answering flare of haki almost knocked him out. He heard several thumps behind him as bodies hit the deck.

“That goddamn woman,” Pops said angrily as he stood, nurses ducking for cover and trying unsuccessfully to stop him as he started pulling out lines. “Fucking pain in my ass, come on Lucas,” he commanded as he grabbed up his naginata and started to storm away.

Dreading where this was going, Lucas jogged to keep up. When they reached the door, he tried one last ditch effort. “Pops, could I maybe go back to my duties now?”

“No,” Pops said immediately, dashing what little hope remained. “You stand there while I deal with this. Go get Marco if the screaming gets too bad.”

Lucas almost wanted to quip ‘what kind of screaming?’ just to be contrary but Pops spoke before he could. “If you’re not out here when I come out, you’re off the ship.”

“What! Pops, no don’t, I—”

“That’s an order son,” Pops’ voice was deadly serious. “You stand here and guard this door.”

Lucas sighed as Pops went in and immediately two voices became raised. Idly he wondered if he could tear off pieces of his shirt and use it as earplugs as he heard the boxsprings squeal and Bee’s scream of rage.

More muffled yelling that slowly became more and more muted before they stopped entirely. Lucas leaned against the far wall and followed the line of the wood down until he came to his butt and he sat moodily,.

It was strangely quiet, now that their fight had suddenly ended. A loud moan abruptly leaked from behind the door. Lucas stared grumpily at the door as the minutes ticked by and he could hear the mattress squeak here and there, along with several giggles from Bee.

They always did this, or at least, when it got this heated anyways. Lucas had been informed that many times Bee would simply break and go out on deck after enough messages. Unfortunately for Lucas, the last two times he’d been forced to do this, this had been the outcome. Pops became enraged and sought out Bee himself with Lucas in toll. The first time, he’d told Lucas to wait around for a scream.

He’d heard one and ran to get Marco. The commander had simply looked at him like he was crazy before he explained dully ‘when a man and woman loved each other very much…’ Lucas wasn’t sure the blush left his face for several days after.

The second, he’d simply skedaddled after he heard the first moan.

Another loud gasp before Pops’ familiar chuckle rang through and Lucas debated if he really wanted this that badly.

“Eddie,” Bee’s voice cried out before ending with a drawn-out groan and he stood abruptly, realizing that no, it really wasn’t. Hopefully, Pops would forget about him by the time they were done ahem, ‘fighting’. Lucas beat a hasty retreat down the hall as Pops let out a loud burst of laughter, love and happiness more than evident in the tone. 

[bee-quake]

Two bros...

...Sadly making-out cuz their besties and single...

Dawn asked me if Dani and Bee would drunkenly make out and I said YES. Art and Dani OC both belong to her!

M!OC and F!S/I / SFW  / 925 words Summary: They're both a little drunk and bemoaning the fact they're single. Warnings: Drinking, besties kissing.

“Yo Bee.”

She blinked up at the ceiling.

“Hmm?” Bee muttered back, the haze of alcohol making her thoughts feel thick and sluggish. Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion as music from the den den mushi played distantly in the background. There hadn’t been time to change from her work uniform, she’d only been allowed to strip off the necessary outer layers and shoes before her best friend had shoved a drink in her hand and demanded she drink.

She looked up to see Dani’s green eyes gleaming at her. He was leaning against the headboard to her bed, paperwork in his hand and strewn across the blankets. How he could even concentrate enough to read was beyond her, let alone try to get any work done.

Maybe that was why Dani was the reporter instead of her though.

Still, the flush across the high of his cheeks let her know that he was at least feeling some of the booze. Good. After the first round she made them all herself and specifically made his stronger than hers, the dick.

A gloved hand grabbed onto one of her ankles from where they rested in his lap; she was laying spread out in the opposite direction, limbs askew. Her own brown eyes stared at him half-lidded, feeling the room spin slightly as the silence stretched.

The light of the lamp on the bedside table reflected off one dangling gold hoop earring and her attention focused on that, eyes tracing the shape of it, following the line up the familiar notch in the ear. Then Dani smiled and it was filthy.

“Wanna make out?”

Bee considered it, tested the weight of booze burning in her veins against how appealing the offer was.

They had been best friends for a long time now and occasionally did this. Got a little too drunk, a little too sad in their almost permanent single-ness that they sought comfort in each other.

Dani was handsome, big eyes with a charming smile. His short-cropped white hair was soft whenever she ran her fingers through it.

A finger hooked under the line of her sock and slipped it off, bringing her back to the present. “Hey!” Bee complained immediately.

“Oh come on,” Dani dismissed, already working off her other sock. “Have a little fun.”

She pouted. Her feet always got cold without socks. But it did wake her from her booze-fueled stupor enough to roll her legs out of his lap and struggle into a sitting position. “Okay fineee,” she drawled, and Dani grinned with victory.

“Come’re,” he said but didn’t allow her to move as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her along with him as he moved to the edge of the bed. She grunted with annoyance as he man-handled her but soon enough she was in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist.

“You’re prettyyyy,” Bee said as she cupped his cheeks, feeling the heat of the flush radiate against her palms. His grin widened.

“And you’re drunk.”

“So are you.”

Dani didn’t comment outside of a chuckle as her hands trailed down his face and wrapped around his neck.

Bee wasn’t sure who leaned in first, but really who cares? Warm lips descended over hers and her eyes fluttered closed as she sighed. He used her open mouth to his advantage, slipping his tongue inside.

She sucked on it, tasting the alcohol that still lingered. Idly Bee wondered what she tasted like as her fingers ran up the back of his hair, feeling the way he shivered under her touch.

The thought was promptly forgotten when Dani groaned making a spark of heat curl in her lower belly. Oh, but he must have been thinking about this or something because she felt a bulge in his pants as she shifted. His gloved hands grabbed her tight, one wide hand around her waist and the other going to palm at her ass.

He dipped her, dragging her lower body closer to his hips, rubbing his growing budge against her. She laughed into his open mouth. Dani pulled back just enough to mutter, his breath ghosting over her lips.

“Focus, Bee.” He was panting. She wanted to make a joke or another comment, but he dove back in, tongue seeking out her own.

This time she indulged him, twisting her own around his, alternating sucking and rubbing her tongue against his until she had swallowed every last hint of booze. Until all that remained was the unique taste of Dani.

Spit trailed down the sides of her mouth and it briefly broke her out of her trance as she pulled back. He made to follow, chasing after her lips but she wiped a hand across her mouth, pushing him back with the other.

“Swallow your spit, why don’tcha?” she complained, and he rolled his eyes.

“Why are you always so bossy.”

Bee glared before tilting up her hips, grinding against him and Dani hissed with surprise. “Seems like you’re the one being needy.”

“Touché. You good now or what?” Hunger was in his gaze, and she smiled despite everything.

It was nice, trusting a friend like this. Sure, maybe not all friends normally made out like this but what did that matter? It worked for them, no hurt feelings, nothing deeper than just this. Scratching an itch and enjoying the process. She reached out to grab onto the back of his neck and pulled him down towards her. Dani followed, an answering smile stretching over his lips.

[bee-quake]

This Just In!

Dani OC and art done by the amazing Dawn! We got talking about these two and she drew this and I couldn't NOT write a little thing for it. M!OC and F!S/I / SFW  / 402 words Summary: Dani just wanted to visit with his friend, meanwhile Bee is to busy being upset she missed out on seeing her crush. Warnings: None.

“I’m so mad Daniiiii.”

“Mm,” he replied distantly taking a sip of his coffee. His friend Bee sat across from him, holding a forgotten teacup, other hand flapping about as she whined.

“He was right—” she sniffed loudly “—at the next island and I didn’t knowwww. I could have seen him, Dani!!”

“Sure could have.” Watery brown eyes turned to glare at him as she pouted.

“You’re so mean!!”

“What, me?? What did I do?”

“You’ve gotten to see him before and I don’t get anythingggg.” Bee sobbed, her face looking almost cartoonish in her drawn-out drama. As a reporter, Dani saw any number of famous people and pirates. Not that Bee cared about anyone else but still, it sometimes amused him that only one person held her interest like this.

They were talking about Whitebeard. Or, well, Bee was. Dani was just trying to hang out and relax. Apparently the Whitebeard Pirates had docked at a nearby island for a few days. Close enough Bee could have realistically gone to see if she could catch sight of her long-held crush.

Dani really didn’t understand but he was well past the point of asking about it. As another sob echoed, he remembered something and dug into his pocket. Revealing a photograph, he blinked with surprise. He hadn’t realized he’d shoved it into his back pocket until just now. Shrugging and thanking his lucky stars, he held it out towards her.

“Here, will this cheer you up?” he asked as Bee sniffed loudly before peering at him suspiciously. When she looked down at the photo, her hand shot out and snapped it up greedily.

“YOU GOT A PICTURE,” she screamed loud enough to make several seagulls scattered around take flight. Dani winced and rubbed at his ear.

“Stop screaming, but yeah. Feel better already?”

Bee stared at the photograph. “Just a bit. Still would have been nice to see him though.”

“I know,” he agreed. “But at least let me enjoy my coffee in peace before you start wailing at me, I’m barely awake as it is.”

She snorted. “That’s ‘cause you don’t sleep.” But she sipped on her tea, swaying a bit in her chair before clicking it down on the saucer and smiling down at the photo. “How’s work been?” she asked.

Dani sighed with relief; happy they were back on track.

“Fine. Actually I got a story to tell you—”

[stjarnskrik]

Commission to @secretsnailor of her oc Bee and young Whitebeard!

[itgirlwife]

having a self ship blog feels like owning a diary that you lost the lock to and everyone knows about the person who’s name you write hearts around but instead of making fun of you, they cheer you on

[kimboltart]

“The Little Stowaway”

[mamamittens]

To the Letter

This was an absolute delight to write, and I hope you enjoy it as well @secretsnailor

WhitebeardX(SI/OC)Bee

Warnings: rough language. Too cute, might cause cavities. Perhaps unrealistic depictions of mail delivery services.

Word Count: 1887

There was no way this could go wrong.

Absolutely everything was in place. Her uniform was pressed and freshly cleaned to perfection. Her hair had been thoroughly brushed until she could nervously run her gloved hands through the auburn locks like silk. Even the letter, slightly larger than any normal letter she’d ever write in deference to the intended recipient, was crisp with an immaculate wax seal. Her favorite perfume fresh on her wrists. The only thing standing in her way was her nerves.

Bee took a deep breath and lightly kissed the letter, calming herself with the fond memory of first meeting him.

Whitebeard, the Yonko captain, Edward Newgate.

Naturally, she already knew who he was. In fact, she had a massive crush before that point thanks to an enabling reporter who seemed just a little too relieved at the change from Morgans to Newgate. Not that Bee was complaining! Oh, not in the least! As much as Bee fancied Morgans, Edward had… so much more to him. Honorable. Handsome. A big heart to match his seemingly ever-growing height that threatened to rival the size of his expanding crew—

In short, Bee was very much hopelessly infatuated with the powerful Yonko and couldn’t hold it in anymore.

The Yonko had been port-bound for over a week at this point and Bee was the only one brave enough to deliver packages and letters to the Moby Dick. Granted, most of them were letters to other islands from the Yonko crew, but by now several responses had come back that Bee got to deliver herself. And without fail, Edward ensured Bee felt safe on his ship among his rowdy crew. Allowing her to join mealtimes if her deliveries or pick ups miraculously took long enough. That Bee timed her arrival to ensure she spent as much time aboard was… immaterial.

Her admittedly silly crush had long since grown in the wake of his… well, everything. If it wasn’t for the muscle memory of professionalism while in uniform, Bee was sure she would have fainted on deck last evening when Edward laughed at her joke and winked. It was getting ridiculous. She was very down bad, as her friend would say. And the only way she knew to get through it was this.

A confession letter.

So, bundled up with various other letters and packages for Edward to parcel out with some light ribbing as was his tradition now, was a single letter Bee had rewritten five times with her best parchment and ink set. How his crew managed to buy so many things that needed to be delivered by Bee was a mystery she simply didn’t question at this point. Although, if she took any longer, Edward would likely send one of his sons to find her. The downside of regularly visiting under the guise of ‘business’.

One more deep breath, and Bee headed out the door.

Her steps across the cobblestone streets were confident as they changed to brick and then wood. Hat firmly affixed to block out the midday sun, Bee still tipped her head back to look up the massive masts of the Moby Dick. The sight was just as impressive as the first time she saw it—while losing her absolute shit that her crush was physically present on the island she lived and breathed and—

“Oh! Bee, you’re here, yoi. I was about to go looking for you.” Marco called out from his lazy recline against the railing, “Thatch apparently commissioned something that’s coming in today?” Bee huffed a faint smile.

“Yeah, I saw his name on the package. Not sure why no one will just… walk over here to deliver anything.” Bee declared as she skipped up the ramp to the ship proper. Marco grinned.

“I think we intimidate them a little, ma’am.” Marco pondered like he couldn’t imagine why anyone would possibly be a little intimidated. Bee laughed with him as Marco escorted her over to where Edward was seated, his gaze almost bringing a wave of heat to her face.

“I was beginning to think my sons scared you off, Bee.” Edward smiled softly—oh he looks so handsome—get it together Bee, shit! “What’s the damage this time?”

Bee handed the bundle over, almost painfully aware that her letter was on the bottom. So, she had to stand there, professionally and pleasantly, as she began screaming internally. There was no take-backs now. Every name that was called out got a gentle ribbing joke, some a little more weighty if this wasn’t the first package this week. Thatch bemoaned his seemingly loveless fate upon receiving the fifth commissioned kitchenware piece since they docked. Bee managed to ground herself while admiring how close they all were.

She wanted to be so damn close too—

“Oh?” Finally, Edward paused at the last letter. Just slightly too small for his grasp, it was the biggest envelope Bee had on hand and she cursed her lack of suitable inventory—“For me? Hmmm…”

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a few members of the crew take note of the letter but ultimately turn back to their own tasks. Except for Thatch, who was nursing his wounded pride until he saw Bee’s cursive handwriting in navy blue ink. Nosy as ever, he glanced at Bee before looking back at Edward, trying to gauge the contents from expressions alone. There was literally no way he knew what Bee’s handwriting looked like, so it must have been the cursive that set him off. Not many of their acquaintances bothered with fancy details like that. But she didn’t need distractions right now!

Bee looked back at Edward, who seemed… pleased? Embarrassed? It was hard to tell, but there was a distinct flush to his cheeks and he didn’t seem overly troubled by the contents. Bee nearly shrieked when he locked eyes with her.

“Bee, this letter… where is it from?” he asked in a soft rumble.

“O-Oh! I’ve only gotten letters and parcels from this island today, Whitebeard.” Bee stammered, thrown off kilter by his question. Did she… did she not sign the fucking letter?!

Fucking seas be damned she absolutely fucking did, didn’t she?!

“Something wrong, Oyaji?” Marco asked, sitting up slightly in alarm.

Edward laughed.

“Hardly! It seems I have a secret admirer!” Bee caught Thatch’s suspicious glance, a little too preoccupied with her entire world spiraling out of control to figure out how to correct this horrific mistake. The glare she sent Thatch made him pale briefly before smiling sheepishly.

“Ahah… I don’t suppose you could illuminate us, Bee?” Thatch asked, waving his new spatula like he could conjure up what was left of her sanity.

She didn’t sign her damn confession letter.

She rewrote that thing five fucking times and forgot to sign it!

“N-Nooo…” Bee whined, flushing despite training and professional standard. Then abruptly realized she missed her opportunity to reveal herself naturally.

That’s it.

She’s going to go live with the sea kings now.

Just.

Walk right off the fucking boat.

Never to be seen again.

“Ah. Professional integrity. If it wasn’t signed, they didn’t want to be known. We can hardly ask Bee to break her oaths—you have those, right Bee?—after all she’s done for us.” Marco declared with a shrug of his shoulders like he wasn’t helping bury Bee under the weight of her mistakes.

“Yeah…” Bee groaned softly.

“Well, I suppose there’s nothing for it but to respond. I’m afraid I don’t have any cologne quite as nice as this perfume though.” Edward mumbled as he stood up, presumably to write that response.

A response!

A second chance! She could do this!

--*--

Bee could not do this.

Edward’s responses to each of her following letters—still unsigned because all nerve had left her at this point—were unbearably sweet. He didn’t return the affections of his ‘secret admirer’, but was willing to… see where things went. Until Bee could fess up or he had to leave that is. Thatch just seemed more and more suspicious as time went on and Bee was almost to the point of begging him to either stop looking at her or reveal how stupid she was already. If she was being honest, Bee wasn’t sure which she preferred at this point. But still, every letter Edward wrote went into a locked drawer for safekeeping.

And every response held the same wax seal and calligraphy.

Soon, they’d have to leave. And Bee could very well lose any chance she had. She was both in too deep and nowhere deep enough to reveal herself.

What if Edward rejected her properly when she did? Then she wouldn’t have anything left but kind letters and embarrassment.

Another unsigned letter for the stack.

Another wonderful look into the kind man she seemed to only fall deeper in love with in return.

Until the third day, after Edward had read her letter quietly to himself under the bemused eyes of his sons—and the increasingly suspicious gaze of Thatch and Marco.

Edward huffed, smile just as gentle and charming as ever as he looked down at Bee.

As though in confidence, he leaned over and whispered.

“We have to leave soon, but I find myself struggling. As much as I enjoy our correspondence, I’m unsure how to tell my secret admirer…” He paused, nose twitching. Bee felt her heart lurch in her throat as he looked at her again. This time, his gaze was cutting, as though he realized something.

“Y-Yeah?” Bee asked.

Edward leaned in closer as Bee froze, warm breath blowing through her hair. She could feel how his grin stretched across his cheeks where they brushed her own. His voice strong but carrying no further than her.

“That I find myself much more fond of the messenger with lovely handwriting. And even more lovely perfume.” Bee squeaked, distantly aware that several of the crew members were cheering, “Do you think, perhaps, that I may have the honor of dinner with my beautiful messenger?”

“I think that can be arranged!” Bee bravely managed to not stammer, Edward’s laughter a warm wave down her spine. Edward finally spared what little was left of Bee’s ability to stand, leaning back. Not before giving her cheek a small, chaste kiss that nearly knocked her knees out from under her.

“And maybe I’ll finally have the opportunity to see their lovely signature when I set sail again.” Edward mused.

“Y-Yeah… that can definitely be arranged.” Bee responded faintly.

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck.

She just got a date with Whitebeard.

And an invitation to keep writing him afterwards.

Bee couldn’t believe it.

She actually did it!

She…

She…

She needed to sit down.

Firm hands braced her shoulders as someone laughed, pressure guiding her sit on a chair near Edward.

“Congratulations, Bee. Knew you could do it.” Thatch winked with a beaming smile.

Dizzy with delight and the sound of Edward’s laugh vibrating in her chest, Bee couldn’t help but smile. Cloud nine never felt so close.

Oh, her friends would never believe this!

She could barely believe it!

But Edward’s fond gaze and the ghost of a kiss on her cheek was too real to deny.

Looks like the love letter worked after all.

[eustasssimp]

Marrying the Captain

comm for @secretsnailor thank you for your patience darling Bee, this was so fun and such a joy to write <33

Edward Newgate x OC

SFW Prompt: An arranged marriage to Whitebeard wc: 4.6k

“I do.” 

Never had you thought that two simple words could have conveyed so much meaning when put in the right context. Yes- context mattered. It mattered more than anything you might have thought could ever matter in your (what you thought was) normal life. 

What had once been said in the context of little things, (like “do you like oranges?” to which you respond, “I do,”), those two little words had now been used as a means to legally tie your life away to a man you had barely known. 

The day a priest asked “Do you accept Edward Newgate’s hand in marriage?”  you responded “I do,” with just as much enthusiasm as you would have if you were saying that you liked oranges. 

You had dreamed of your wedding for as long as you could have remembered. What little girl didn’t? You fantasized about being whisked off of your feet, stolen away by a man that you loved more than life itself, a man who sometimes knew you better than you knew yourself. Instead, your marriage seemed to come straight out of a different fantasy novel: trading your life away to better the lives of those on your island, you, the self sacrificing protagonist, married the captain of a pirate ship in exchange for the protection of his crew.

A light nudge brought you back to reality, your gaze turning upward to the towering man besides you. While wearing a tux you’d never admit he looked that good in, he had an awkward, almost sympathetic expression on his face as his head nodded to the door laying in front of you two. “Shall we?” 

The two of you had been married for barely half an hour, but the kindness and understanding of your attitude towards the ordeal would make you wonder if he had known you for years. It seemed as though he knew how to address every one of your worries, while still understanding that he was an accomplice to your hesitations.

Edward was his name. Edward Newgate. You hadn’t ever heard of him before the man- the pirate- stepped foot on your island, but apparently he was known for his power. Well, his power and his willingness to protect islands with his jolly roger.  

You remembered the day you met him well. It was impossible not to notice him, not to be intrigued by him. The flowing yellow hair and an upturned mustache was only the second thing to catch your attention, with the first being the way his laughter seemed to roll out of him like waves along the seashore. It was a laugh that came easily to him, you would soon find out, and one that was easily brought on by other people. 

You quickly found out that he was dreadfully social, that Edward Newgate. 

The specifics for how things went down were never made known to you,  how it exactly came to be that you were to marry the Captain, but the day after Edward’s arrival was the day that your fate was sealed. All you knew was that someone picked you to take the hand of a pirate in exchange for the island’s protection. 

“Are you feeling alright?” Edward’s words were successful in pulling you out of your head when he asked them a second time, redirecting your focus toward the task at hand. The wedding was only just finished and the two of you were now expected to present yourselves as the newly wedded couple in the reception. You could hear the excited, jovial chattering of the townspeople in the courtyard behind the closed doors in front of you- your father had been sure to invite everyone he could think of.

With one last glance up to the blonde man towering beside you, you give him a small smile. It felt dry on your lips, forced, but it was the least you could do as thanks for his patience. “As alright as I could be.” 

After a moment of hesitation, he interlaced his fingers with yours. The action was such that you couldn’t help but notice how big and warm his hands were, though that was nothing compared to his height. And, despite your husband being no more than a stranger, you couldn’t help but feel the quiet reassurance that he was trying to convey. Taking a deep breath together, the two of you step forward to celebrate your union with the island.

A few weeks later. 

Like every other day since you had taken to the seas with your husband, your mornings were kicked off with a twinned, shared groan. 

Over the past month, the longer you talked with Edward, the more you got to know him. And the more you had to share a room with him, the more you came to find some semblance of comfort in your marriage. The circumstances were still not ideal, you couldn’t deny that, but you had a lot more in common with your newlywed husband than you had expected.

For example, you found that both of you hated being woken prematurely by the rising sun.

“We need to invest in thicker curtains for this place, Edward.” Letting your arms stretch up above your head, the action forcing a groan out of you, you gaze up at the wooden ceiling above you. “This is way too early to be waking up- I doubt even Thatch is up at this hour.” 

 If you listened close enough, you could hear a melody from the ocean and the calling gulls. Though they had been foreign at first, the sounds of the sea had grown to be comforting as you adjusted to your new life on the water. 

“I wouldn’t place doubts on what time he wakes up, Bee, but I’ll send someone to look when we land again.” His low, rumbling voice could be heard besides you, the gravel in his morning voice tempting you to stay in bed just a little longer.

Edward, or Whitebeard as he was known by pirates you had come to find out, was ever the gentleman when it came to your boundaries. Careful not to make you uncomfortable, the blonde had offered to spend as long as you needed in the cabin with his crew when you first came aboard, leaving the room for you as you adjusted to life on the Moby Dick. Though you held no qualms sharing a bed with him now, your comfort was no doubt in part because of his empathy. His evident respect for you and your shared situation was something you had grown to appreciate about him.

Since setting sail, the two of you carried on not as a married couple, but as though you were simply… roommates who shared a bed. Domestic moments between you two were unavoidable, like helping Edward untangle his hair when it gets caught on his shirt button or complaining when once again your sock was with his laundry, but other things typically found in marriage were consistently, naturally, avoided. You were surprised to feel comfort being around him, the two of you rarely encountering an awkward moment together. Even on the days you woke up to an empty bed, it wouldn’t be long before Edward walked in, smiling shyly with a small tray of food in hand. 

“Want to miss the lunch rush?” He would ask, and you would always agree.

Today, however, was not one of those days. After listening to him groan about how nothing gets done, how his crew couldn’t even find curtains to block out the rising sun, you’d had enough of his drowsy grumbling. 

“Edward,” You lay heavy emphasis on his name, rolling to your side to face the man. Giving him a light shove, your hand pressing against his warm chest, you try to urge him out of bed. Though you were dwarfed by the hulking man besides you, you never let it stop you from trying. “You’re the captain, lead out by example and show your crew how to ‘weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen’ or whatever you pirates say. I don’t think you can complain that they’re lazy if you’re the last one out of bed.” 

The rolling laughter you had started to grow comfortable with is the only response you get before he sits up with a groan. “I’ve told you before,” His voice still a little growled with sleep, he shakes his head. “You need to stop asking Marco about pirate lingo, he’s trying to make a fool out of you, Bee.” 

As he stretched, his long arms reaching high above his head, you look at his bare torso, finding it hard to pull your eyes up to meet him. After a moment you sit up beside him, stretching once more, “If he makes a fool out of me, isn’t it your marital duty to make him walk the plank?” 

When he laughed again, you found your eyes wandering to his smile rather than listening to the retort he tossed back at you. You had always thought it shined brighter than the sun itself, and it was hard not to bask in its warmth every chance you got. 

I’d do anything to see that smile, I think. You blink as the thought comes to you without realizing, your eyes widening at what it might entail.

“Bee?” Before you had a moment to process the thought that just passed you by, Edward’s voice brings your attention back to him. Seeing your eyes refocused on him, a relieved smile gently tugging at his lips. “We’re already out at sea, so try not to let your mind get lost in space too, okay?” 

Satisfied with the simple nod you gave in response, his hand moves to ruffle your hair as he steps out of bed. The gesture was something new. At first it had felt so natural, so in character to this charade of marriage the two of you had been playing, that you didn’t notice anything different about his actions.

It wasn’t until the warmth of his hand didn’t quite fade until some time after he stepped away that you found yourself unable to tear your gaze from him as he stepped out of your shared bedroom, noticing how foreign the feeling should have been. 

In fact, it wasn’t until you felt your heart pound in your chest and a new heat rise to your cheeks the moment the door closed behind him that you realized his gesture could have been done as an action of affection. 

He hadn’t touched you since he first held your hand on the day of your wedding and as much as you might deny it, his hand on your head left a tingling feeling that you wouldn’t soon forget. 

With the sound of the door shutting, his steady footsteps walking on deck, and your heart thundering in your ears, you find your eyes falling to your lap, mind swirling with the thoughts of one Edward Newgate. 

You’re not exactly sure how much time went by before you finally made it out of your room. Unsurprisingly, you were met with cheerful smiles and warm good morning!’s from other members of the crew.

“Pops told us about your pirate lingo, yoi,” The sound of the phoenix’s voice caught your attention, and when you turned to see his cheeky smile beaming at you, you tried your best to hide the flush of embarrassment from your cheeks. “If you want I could teach you some more?” When the remark was paired with a waggle of his thin brows, you can’t help laughing at Marco’s antics, shoving him away from you lightly.

“Maybe I’ll teach you what happens when you try to mess with me Marco,” You try to hide the smile threatening to dance on your lips as you walk past the younger man, “I’ve learned enough to know not to believe a bird brain like you.” Before you have a chance to continue your retort, an all too familiar rolling laughter catches your ear.

“Don’t teach him too much of a lesson,” Edward calls out to you from his seated position, and you look up to see an amused glimmer in his eyes, “I’m worried it’ll give him more smarts than he’d know what to do with.” 

As Marco hops over to Pops, complaints and rebuttals pouring out of his mouth the whole way over, you find your gaze drawn to Edward in a way it didn’t used to be, at least not in any way you had noticed before. Looking over at him, how his eyes were glinting with amusement at your banter with the pineapple headed apprentice, made your stomach flutter.

“Yeah, you’re right with that one.” Trying to keep your cool you roll your eyes at the apprentice, “Though I’m pretty sure he’s got a head full of birdseed now, right Captain?” Before Marco’s protesting has a chance to reach you, you send the two men a little wave, “You boys have fun, I’m gonna grab a bite to eat.” 

Ignoring Edward’s attempt at a comeback, and Marco’s teasing voice yelling more lingo at you as you make your way towards the kitchen, you can’t help but feel some semblance of relief when you hear the door softly click shut behind you. 

A sigh leaves your lips as your hand moves to push your hair out of your face. The way your heart pounded in your chest, the sound of that rolling laughter playing on repeat in the back of your mind, sent your thoughts into a frenzy. The light that shined in his eyes, the teasing playfulness of his voice as he joined in your banter, all of it made your stomach flip. 

It was normal for someone to get butterflies from their spouse, you knew that, but you hadn’t married him in what could be considered normal circumstances. What did it mean that you found yourself feeling flustered just from a small ruffle of the hair and the sound of laughter that you had heard daily since you met him?  

He was your husband, so why was your brain sent spinning over such a small gesture?

“Well that was quite the exit, the kid ruffle your feathers that much?” The sound of Edwards voice as he pushes the kitchen door open makes you stiffen momentarily, putting your thoughts to a halt. 

It takes a forced, controlled breath for you to loosen up your tense shoulders before you’re able to answer him, “I can only handle so much on an empty stomach, Eddie.”  Though you had hoped the new nickname would help diffuse the tension in your heart, your stomach twists when he laughs at the overemphasis of the new nickname, moving to your side.

“Fair enough, my love.” He added his own, overemphasized name for you making your heart seize and your head shoot up to him. Though his tone matched your own teasing one, the nickname he gave you made your brain feel as though it was on overdrive.

When he’s met with slightly raised eyebrows and your startled reaction, you can’t help but be grateful when he clears his throat, moving the conversation along.

“What are you making?” Edward towers over you without having to try, easily peering past your head at the series of fruits you were slicing intently.

 “Just something light, my stomach isn’t feeling the best this morning. Probably because I found out your apprentice has been feeding me lies since I came aboard- it can’t be a healthy diet.”

Hoping he takes your joke and not poke any further at the issue, you decide not to tell him that he is the one who left butterflies fluttering around inside you seemingly without warning. What he didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him.

What you didn’t expect, however, was it to hurt you. 

“Marco, hm?” He hums, pretending to ponder your antics, “The kid has some medial knowledge, I’m surprised he’d do something to make you feel so ill. But,” His tone changed, concern was thickening the sound of his voice and it was a miracle your knees didn’t buckle when his hand ghosts along your back. “Want to go lay down? I can finish this and bring it to you.” 

It felt as though his hand was searing into your skin. Though his touch was light, it still felt foreign, new. You couldn’t help but flinch under it, your nerves getting the better of you, and Edward is quick to withdraw his hand.

“S-sorry,” Clearing his throat, he nudges you lightly away from the cutting board, “How about you lay down, I can finish this and bring it to you. Sound good?” 

His presence seemed to overwhelm the very air you breathe, preventing you from having the chance to sort your thoughts out. Sending him a slight nod, you mutter a quick thank you before darting out of the kitchen, ignoring the calls of your crewmates as you speed off to your room.

It wasn’t until the moon was high in the sky that you saw Edward again. 

When you had first heard him push the door open, no doubt to bring you the food he had promised, you pretended to be asleep before your brain had the reason to tell you not to. He came in and set the plate down without a word before leaving the room once more, and you decided stayed curled in bed, lost in thought for the rest of the day, trying to figure out just what exactly changed with how you were seeing your husband.

But, Edward stepped into the room once more, his movements stilled after he saw your form curled in bed. He must have assumed you had fallen back asleep, you thought, because after you hear a soft sigh leave him, his movements are quieter and more careful than usual. 

You listened to him softly shift about the room, getting ready for bed no doubt. When you hear the bathroom door shut behind him you let out a shaky sigh, heart thundering in your chest. 

Something had definitely changed alright. For better or for worse, you had feelings for the man. The way your cheeks flushed and heart pounded from him simply walking into the room left no way to deny it. 

You shut your eyes tightly upon hearing the bathroom door open once more, feeling the bed dip from his weight as he slid under the blankets. You thought he would go straight to sleep, hoped he went straight to sleep, so when you felt a big, warm hand brush against your forehead, moving a lock of hair that had fallen into your face, it’s a miracle that you don’t jump at the contact.

Your breath gets caught in your chest as you feel him lean closer to you. With his lips ever so lightly brushing your hair, you hear a whispered, “Goodnight, little one,” murmured ever so gently into your ear before he finally settles into his usual spot beside you. 

Until that moment, you had never known that three words could keep you up for so long. The morning routine began as usual, only this time it was the sound of Edward’s groaning that woke you up, and not the shining sun.

Letting your legs stretch out as you slowly start to wake up, you nearly jump out of bed when your foot brushes lightly against his calf. Edward laughs at the action, moving into his own morning stretch. 

“Did I wake you?” At the sound of his voice, you turn to look at him, not ready for the way his eyes widen upon meeting your gaze, “Did you sleep at all?” A dry, worried laugh leaves him, “I don’t mean this in a bad way- I know you got a lot of rest yesterday- but you look like you haven’t slept a wink. Are you feeling any better?” 

His gentle words from the night before echo in your ear once more, bringing a furious blush back to your cheeks, “I-I woke up a few times, that’s all.” You turn, letting your head fall into the pillow beside you, “The wind seemed extra loud last night, is all. Don’t worry, Edward.”

Edward hums in thought before turning to you, “So, no Eddie today?” 

Whatever you had expected him to say next, that wasn’t it. “What?”

Turning back to face your husband, you see him shrug, turning his gaze away from you. “You called me Eddie yesterday, remember?” He let out a nervous laugh, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck, “Would it be too much if I said I kind of liked it? Well, liked hearing it from you.” A louder, truer laugh rang from him, “I think I’d have a heart attack if one of my sons called me that.” 

The thought of the mischievous Marco or boisterous Thatch calling him Eddie brought a laugh out of you as well, nodding in accordance with his statement. “Well, that’s a fair concern,” Moving to sit up beside him, a wave of confidence guiding you, you knock your shoulder against his lightly, “It’s not too much to ask your wife to give you a nickname, Eddie.” 

There’s a new undertone of delight when he hums again, and you see a new light shine in his eyes, “Then it’s only fair if you have a nickname too, right wife?” 

“Ugh,” You scoff, rolling your eyes, “Not just wife.” 

The back and forth continues as Edward tries name after name, only for you to shoot each and every one down, hoping that you’ll eventually hear that one again. 

“Okay, okay,” You hear the playful exasperation light on his voice and you can’t help but perk up with hope as he looks down at you. “How about little one?”

Like the first time you heard it, the name sets off sparks in your stomach, and you find yourself mentally patting your back for not getting instantly giddy when it comes out of your mouth. “That one sounds good, Eddie.” You smile up at him, that same glimmer shining in your eyes when he returns your soft gaze. 

Though neither of you could see it between yourselves, it would have been clear to anyone else that you were looking at each other in complete and utter adoration. 

Edward smiles and with a single nod, reaches out his hand as he rises to his feet. “Shall we to breakfast then, little one?” 

—

The days passed on as they always had: consistently and naturally. From getting in petty arguments with Marco whenever you found out that he yet again tricked you into saying another pirate cliche, to finding yourself more often openly sitting on the thigh of your husband as you chat with him during the day, your relationship with the crew grew steadily more comfortable as time went on. 

And, as the days passed on, Edward more naturally became Eddie, just as Bee more naturally became little one. “Roommates who shared a bed” more naturally became “husband and wife share a bed.” 

There were things that never changed, like how the sun would wake you two up with a shared groan. But now you found yourself curling closer into the chest of the man who laid besides you, using his bared chest as a shield from the sun in hopes that you could get just a few more minutes of sleep. 

Though Eddie’s arm was heavy around you, the weight brought a comfort like no other. “Little one,” His voice was thick with sleep, and you could hear the hesitation in his words as he moved to get up, “You always told me the Captain should be up first, didn’t you?” A soft smile dawned his lips at the sound of your acknowledging hum against his chest, “I need to get up, darling, we should hit land today.” 

Your arms instinctually wrapped around him tighter, as though you could hold him in place despite the fact that you couldn’t even fully reach around his torso, “I lied when I said that, Captain. You should stay with your wife, don’t you think?” 

The laugh you loved so much rolled out of him, one of his hands moving to rest on top of your head. “I’ll make up for having to leave so soon, how does that sound?” After a moment of pondering, you release your arms, and he thanks you with a gentle kiss. “You might not see much of me today, there’s something I’ll be looking for in the market it. Be sure to keep the boys out of trouble, won’t you?” 

After hearing you mutter an aye aye captain before burying your head into his pillow, Edward gets ready before stepping out of the room. 

The day passed differently than the ones that had came before it. Without Eddie, it felt longer, slower. The breeze felt colder than it had in the past, and when your shift of watching the Moby Dick was coming to an end, you found yourself excited to go to the island to be reunited with your husband, rather than to explore the new terrain. 

But, when the time came for you to leave the ship, it was Thatch who continued to make the day pass unnaturally. Calling you in, claiming to need help with preparing dinner, you were hesitant to agree. 

You were kept busy in the kitchen until dinner was served and a large landing celebration was already underway on the deck. Wiping your brow of sweat, you push open the door, scanning the crowd until your eyes land on your Eddie. Unable to contain the giddiness you felt, you hurry over to him, ready to finally spend time with the man. 

The way you climbed onto his lap had become routine, there was a process that you had mastered by now, denying his help every so often to show that, no matter the height difference, you were never to little to clamber onto him. 

“Hey, Eddie,” Your smile shines up at him as you settle against him, tucked under one of his arms, “I’ve been trying all day to see you, but those pesky sons of yours were stopping me.”

“That does sound rather pesky,” One of his hands move to cup your cheek, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your cheek, “But don’t be too upset with them, little one, they were following their Captains orders.” 

A laugh rolls out of him at the shocked gasp you give in response, slumping against his chest. “Wanted to explore the island by yourself? Am I not a good island-exploring partner or something?” 

“You know you're the best,” Taking a piece of food from his plate, he brings it to your lips as an attempt to appease your irritation, “I didn’t want to spoil it though.” 

“Spoil what?” You look up at him, chewing on the morsel with a puzzled expression. 

“Well, this.” His hand leaves your head, moving to reach besides his chair, showing you a small, velveteen box. “Can’t a man buy a gift for his wife in secret?” 

The box is dwarfed in his hands. Words seem to escape you as you gently take it from him, letting his hand return to it’s place around you. “Eddie?” You from the box, to him, and back to the box. “This is for me?” 

His arm squeezes you gently, nudging you closer to him, “I thought they would suite you, little one.” 

Unable to wait a moment longer, you hands tremble as you carefully open the box. Shining pearl catches your eyes as you stare at the elegantly simple earrings now beared before you. 

Before you had a chance to speak, Edward’s hand rests on top of your head, “I never had a chance to buy you a wedding gift.” A light laugh escapes him, “Well, I never felt it right to before. Not until it really felt like we were married.” 

A smile pulls at the corners of your mouth as you move to press a kiss to your palm, “Are you saying it feels like we’re really married, Eddie?” Your eyes wander back to the gift before you, “These are so,” You inhale deeply, “So, pretty.” Closing the lid before something happens to them, you take his hand in yours, “I’ll cherish these for as long as I live.” Sitting up as much as you can, cupping his jaw in your hand, you press a kiss to your husbands cheek. “I feel lucky to call you my husband, Eddie.” 

"And I am even luckier to call you my wife, little one."

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His Love For Bee

This is for my lovely friend Bee @secretsnailor. Thank you for being a sweet soul and you deserve this fluffy goodness! ^^ Hopefully in the future, I can write some small scenes of Bee and Val together! I hoped you enjoy this love!

Bee x Whitebeard

 Bee didn’t know what was wrong; she often had this upbeat attitude, always smiling and giggly. But today it seemed she was a little down. When people ask she brushed it off not wanting to worry people. She put on a brave smile and went on about her day. She was trying to do the things she loved to do but they weren’t fun this time around. She felt herself getting a little frustrated as things seemed to be taking longer than normal for her today. Letting out an annoyed sigh that caught the attention of Edward. He was watching her eyes becoming a bit water and her nose scrunched up. For years he knew Bee’s pattern just like a honey bee spreading pollen to flowers and letting them bloom, Bee gave off this loving/ happy energy that spread all throughout the ship. “Bee?” he called as he sat on his favorite seat on the ship. She snapped out of what she was doing to see her lover calling out to her. Placing the item down she began making her way toward Whitebeard. “Yes Eddie?” she put on a smile hoping he doesn’t catch on to her acting off. Even though she was smiling Edward could see she was off a bit. She was standing in front of her large Yonko lover, her eyes avoiding him. As if she looked into his eyes he would know something was wrong. “Everything alright?” his hands resting on the armrest his eyes narrowed down at Bee. “Yes! Everything is fine!” she tried to sound chipper but it sounded too forced. “Bee…” Edward spoke her name as she finally looked at him were knew the next statement was going to come from him. “You're not alright….I know you like the back of my hand.” “I’m that easy to read.” she let out a sigh as she scratched the back of her head she looked down at her shoes. “I-I just don’t know what's wrong today I woke up and I felt… sad,” she said in a slightly sheepish tone.  She never wanted him to worry about her knowing he had stuff he had to deal with. 

Whitebeard knew she was beating herself up on the inside knowing he caught onto how she was feeling off. He saw her as a strong individual herself. As the time passed he fell in love with her. Anytime  she was in the same room or space she lit his world up. Seeing her beautiful smile made him smile all the time. He didn’t want to make her feel bad; all he wanted to do was make her feel loved and safe. He safely picked up the small fragile woman causing her to blush slightly. Bringing her close to his chest, her ear could hear his steady heart beat, hearing his heartbeat begin to soothe any kind of bad feeling she had at that moment. His other hand gently held her against his chest. “A wise man once told me that hugging for 20 seconds or more can help ease any kind of bad feeling.”

It was more than 20 seconds and she had to admit it was true. “The wise man was correct,” she softly hummed as she closed her eyes, still hearing the steady heartbeat. “Bee, just know you can come to me anytime you are feeling down or if anything is bothering you please come to me. I will do my very best to keep that smile on your beautiful face.” 

Bee, still having her eyes closed, was filled with emotions, opening her eyes just for a brief moment. She held a  smile on her face “Thank you Eddie” she closed her eyes as she felt a tear escape. His words reassured her and knowing she was loved no matter what she was going through. She was thankful to have met Edward when she did because she found a whole new meaning of love and she didn’t want to let that go.