jellee

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[malleus--gf]

born to read x reader 24/7 forced to have school and a life

[luccacaca]

IM SO OBSESSED WITH HOW U WRITEEE could you please do a mogari x reader where they get together but no one believes mogari when he tells anyone about it? It might be nice if the reader was already in the club or something

THANK YOUU I'm sorry this took so long, I have a hard time writing Mogari and also I had this in my drafts and lowk forgot about it... anyway it's finished now!! Enjoy!

Mogari was your best friend. For sure. You went over to his place often, so you didn’t think anything of it when he’d shot you a text to come over and watch a movie with him. Apparently, a childhood series you had both watched had finally been converted into an action comedy movie. Since he had subscriptions to more than enough streaming services, it was only natural to watch in his home. He had even banished Ren to spend time with Noir and not bother you.

It had been fun as always. You had watched, and Mogari, like the person he is, couldn’t keep himself from commenting on the actions while you did your best to keep yourself from bursting out laughing. Even if you did anyway. At one point, you had laughed so hard, you had missed a crucial turning point in the story, and then that had been it. You had no clue anymore what was even happening. You didn’t mind it. You guessed you could just rewatch it again at some point without Mogaris weird humour disturbing.

When the movie came to a calm end and Mogari had nothing to say anymore, and you had nothing to laugh about anymore, you were just sitting with each other, basking in each other’s presence. Your abs hurt from laughing, and you felt his warmth pressed up against your body. The characters on screen were saying something about the moon that neither of you understood the context of but still watched.

His head dipped and fell on your shoulder. You carefully looked over, making sure the movement wouldn’t wake him. His eyes fluttered open anyway before they shut again. His hair tickled your cheek, and you moved to brush it out of your face.

When you combed his soft, black strands backwards, he looked up at you. His eyes were tired, a healthy not-so subtle flush of colour contoured his cheeks and undereyes and accented his red irises. You could feel the heat promptly washing over your own face. He spoke your name in a sleepy voice. You hummed in response.

“Be my girlfriend.”

You sucked in a slow breath of air and felt your eyes grow wide. The casualness of his words somehow contrasted yet fit the situation perfectly. Your own awkwardness was going to ruin the atmosphere, you knew.

“Huh?”

He sat up. “I like you more than a friend. I can’t just be a friend of yours. If you don’t want to be together with me that’s fine, though.” He explained, his face earnest as it always was when he was serious for once. You shook your head- then you nodded then you thought about which of the both would be the appropriate motion for Yes, I want to be your girlfriend and No, I don’t want to not be together with you. You attempted at another motion of the head and then aborted the idea.

“No- yes, I do. I do want to be your girlfriend.” You watched the process of his face quite literally lighting up as a grin spread over his sharp canines. He laid back down against your shoulder, and as you leaned back into the arm of the couch more, he ended up more settled by your chest than your shoulder anymore.

“Do you want to come to the beach with us tomorrow?” He asked as if you wouldn’t have been invited anyways. You had quite literally seenthe message in the club chat earlier that day. “Yeah. That would be cool.” He giggled. “Okay, I’ll tell the other's” He pulled out his phone and wrote a message into the group chat. A few seconds later, you heard notifications come from his phone, as well as your own.

He gasped. “Koreshiki says ‘there is no way you have a girlfriend. Stop living in delusions.’ And oh my god, Zaki said he’s also going to bring his girlfriend?” You perked up. You had thought they were all too much of losers to get girlfriends. Well, Mogari had counted to them until now. “Nevermind, he sent a picture of some anime girl figurine he has on his shelf. What a weirdo.” You laughed. “I mean it is Zaki, so…”

“Oh, Tamon asked if he could bring his new… ghost situationship? I swear, he has to stop bonding with dead people. He also wrote that he thinks my girlfriend is an implication for the box of cup ramen we bought together yesterday.” Mogari looked up from his phone, at you, and you both burst out into laughter simultaneously. “What an Idiot.”

[jelleefishpo]

Looks just like you.

This is my first ever fic. English isn’t my first language so don’t expect a good fic TT i haven’t watched one piece since 2022 so i did this from memory and 3 google searches. I was js scrolling on tumblr then sienna by the marias popped up in my head, at that time i was reading a luffy x reader fic and an ace x pregnant reader idea popped up. Also I wanna like… get better at writing bc i’m basically married to daydreaming. I wanna bring that scenarios into writing. Ok peace

"When our son is born, I'll spoil him so much." Words that came out of his mouth filled with revere. It's followed by soft, sweet kisses that can melt you.

"The entire crew will." He whispers in your ear. He holds you close. Arms around you like he doesn't want to let go of you.

Maybe he shouldn't have let go. If he had just ignored the warnings, then maybe your mornings will still be greeted by the sight of him.

You stare at your son's sleeping face with a small smile, gently brushing your thumb over his cheek. He looks just like Ace. Your genes didn't even try. With a gentle press of your lips on his forehead, you swear you feel a tear building in your eye.

"Oh, my beautiful son. You're like a copy of Ace." You nuzzle your nose on his cheek. A laugh escapes you. "Your dad will cry when he comes back home."

A sweet, warm, and gentle moment was shattered hours later.

"Ace… is dead."

Your knees buckle. Instantly, tears fell down your cheeks. "No, no. Don't play a cruel joke on me. He's… he's fine!" Your helpless cry echoes in your house.

"He was imprisoned in Marineford for less than a week. He was placed in Impel Down. He… he got—" Your maid stops speaking. You're breaking. Screams ripped out of you, tears almost coated your entire cheeks.

You're in great dispair.

"Why— Why did no one," You hiccuped. "Why did no one tell me?" Your voice breaks. Shattered. Your whole soul is. The weakness from your childbirth and this makes black spots appear in your vision.

"I… they kept the newspapers from you."

You were in no time to even bother about that. All in your mind was Ace. Ace, Ace, Ace.

Your dear husband.

Your husband who would always pull you into his tricks.

Your husband that would whisper reassurances in your ear at six am in the morning.

Your husband that would always caress your growing belly.

Your husband, Portgas D. Ace.

Dead.

Just when you dreamed the silliest dreams. You, cooking in the kitchen, and him, playing with their son. The domestic life the two of you dreamed of, has now shattered. Sand. You cannot grasp it anymore. The most important person in your life you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with is no longer with you.

You couldn't take care of your baby. You were deep in depression, endless nights filled with sobs and cries.

After the news, you were also notified about Whitebeard's death.

You thought for a moment: "Is the universe playing a cruel joke on me? What have I done to deserve this?"

That sent you into deeper misery and grief. You were holed up in your room, your maids taking care of your baby.

Two years pass. You visit frequently at Ace's grave. Today is no different than the other visits—you place down a flower along with your son.

"Papa, my birthday is coming." Your child's voice is full of joy. That's when you burst into tears. Your child's laughing while you're crying.

It hurts.

You sobbed, wiping your tears with your free hand to no avail. They just keep coming and coming, "sorry" slipping out of your mouth.

"He looks just like you." You choke out with the last bit of your strength. Your child finally cries.

His loved ones are crying, sobs echoing in the entire island. You drop to your knees, holding your son deep in your arms.

"When I look at our son, I see you."

You and Ace were supposed to read bedtime stories to your son. You two planned it. Whispered in the cold night.

That's all just dreams now.

Ones that you can't definitely experience.

Maybe, in another universe.

He didn't venture to find Blackbeard. He stayed with you. Maybe, just maybe, in another universe, the three of them are nuzzling together under a blanket in a cold night.

Maybe in another universe, he's alive, feeding you and your son.

But that's now just a silly hope.