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The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?
The first thing you lost was a shirt and that really wasn’t too suspicious. All things considered, it was a small wonder you hadn’t lost far more. Between battles, laundry, and your tendency towards more inappropriate meetups with the doctor, it didn’t surprise you.
When you struggled to find it, you presumed it had disappeared into somebody else’s closet or was just lying around the infirmary somewhere.
You gave up looking for it within the hour.
But then, as the weeks passed, you started noticing more and more going missing.
Your jewellery was particularly annoying. A golden necklace that dipped down low on your chest vanished seemingly overnight. It had been a gift from Marco and you sulked for a full day after losing it, having loved wearing it whenever you could.
Your favourite towel which you normally kept draped over a particular wall in the showers, a blanket you usually tossed over your shoulders when it was cold. All missing.
“Have you noticed anything of yours missing?” you asked Izou while you scrounged around the common rooms for the scarf that you’d been wearing in earlier in the morning. “Because half of my things are vanishing.”
“Maybe don’t scatter your clothing around whenever you get too caught up in the moment.”
“I don’t scatter…” But you couldn’t really lie to Izou because he had returned your lost clothing items one too many times.
It seemed it was only your things which irked you beyond anything else. Made far worse when your favourite pillow disappeared while you were on night watch.
You’d come back exhausted, already imagining collapsing face-first into it, only to find empty spot where it should have been. Sure, the other pillows were there and you could get a spare one but still… if this was some kind of prank, you might just push somebody overboard.
And Thatch really never did help, especially when you arrived late to breakfast that day.
“My,” he hummed. “You look ready to murder a man. I suppose I haven’t walked in on anything inappropriate in around a week. The two of you taking a vow of celibacy?”
You shook your head at him, annoyed but still smiling at the jab. “I’m just doing my part to remind everybody the infirmary is for serious injuries only.”
“And for voyeurs.”
“Not if they know what a closed door means.”
He chuckled and leaned against the table. “So, what’s got you in such a mood then?”
“I’m losing things.”
“Like your mind?”
“Maybe,” you said with a sigh. “But there’s also shirts, pillows, and pretty much everything else I own. I’ve been looking everywhere.”
“Have you checked our resident doctor’s room? You do tend to leave half your clothing there and he’s been quite… how should I say this, protective, of it lately.”
You hadn’t actually checked Marco’s room but he usually brought back anything you forgot, leaving it neatly on your bed. “My pillows and blankets aren’t teleporting there,” you huffed.
“He’s probably trying to lure you in. Like an angler fish with its line out.”
“If Marco wanted me in his bed, I promise he’d need only to ask.”
Thatch hummed like a man who knew a little too much. “I don’t even think he needs to ask,” he said. “Just a look and you’re done.”
“Got something to share?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at the chef.
“Nothing. Nothing. I’ve said my piece.”
You wasted little time before making your way to Marco’s room; pushed open the door with ease and stepped in. He was busy with Pops that morning but you’d been told you were always welcome.
Thatch hadn’t been lying to you. Your pillow was on the bed, pushed between his own and the wall. One of your favourite blankets was neatly folded alongside his own, your scarf hanging from the bedside table. You picked up your necklace from his desk.
For a moment you just stood there, staring at it all. You weren’t sure whether to laugh or complain though at least your things weren’t missing.
You could ask him about it but then a much, much better idea presented itself.
There were two days until you reached an island and you waited very, very impatiently.
Everybody noticed your jitters, even Marco who thankfully stopped asking after you told him to ignore it. And after you stuck your tongue into his mouth and dragged him into your room. Every time you saw him after that, something electric hummed under your skin.
The excitement built up to almost bursting and you grabbed Thatch the second you made it to land, dragging him off before anybody could protest.
“I need you to do me a favour.”
“Oh no. I’m scared for our doctor. We don’t have another one to spare if you break him.”
“All I need is for you to distract him when we get back. Give me thirty minutes to get everything ready.”
Thatch looked far too happy about your suggestion but you held up your hand before he could start. “You’re not getting any more information.”
“Oh, I have an idea. Am I helping you choose something?”
“As long as you behave.”
He laughed. “Not a chance.”
For all he tormented you, Thatch honestly was one of the best crewmates you could have. He walked with you to as many stores as you needed, dismissing everything you showed him. You huffed but kept trying, comparing each delicate piece until finally, he whistled you over.
“That one.”
The mannequin wearing the lingerie set didn’t suit it but you could see potential. The cups were intricate floral lace, the hips framed by soft ribbons and garters. You brushed your fingers over the silken fabric as you considered it; white fabric catching in the light.
“Comes with stockings,” he said.
“Perfect.”
“You owe me for helping you with this.”
You paid the shopkeeper with a smile. “Do I? Or is it payback for all the times I haven’t told Marco about you burning yourself on the stove?”
“I suppose we could make a deal.”
Thatch was the perfect distraction for you to slip back onto the ship, excitement giddy in your chest as you entered Marco’s quarters with your new parcel tight in hand. It almost took you too long to get everything ready.
He had a lot more of your stuff than you’d noticed.
Too much to lay it all out on the bed like you had wanted too. You hung the golden necklace around your throat, pulled on the stockings and lingerie, and gathered all the blankets on the bed. It wasn’t perfect and you fussed with it until you heard footsteps.
You propped the pillow up behind you and settled in the center, surrounded by your possessions.
The door swung open and for a stuttering heartbeat, nerves almost drove you to cover yourself. Heat rushed up your neck, every inch of exposed skin suddenly too aware of the air.
But you didn’t. You held his gaze with a coy smile.
“You’ve been secretly taking my stuff,” you accused.
Marco didn’t answer right away. His eyes dragged over you slowly, taking in the lingerie, the necklace, the way your things were spread out around you. A slow breath slipped from him and the corner of his mouth curved.
He stepped into the room and closed the door firmly behind him. The lock clicked.
“Ah, it wasn’t much of a secret, yoi. More of an accident. Didn’t really mean for it to pile up like this.”
You toyed with the chain at your throat, watching his eyes follow the movement. His gaze stayed there longer than it needed to and warmth bloomed low in your belly.
“Things just kept ending up here,” he continued, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Didn’t feel right to give them back.”
“I thought I was going crazy,” you said. “All of my things disappearing. If you wanted some of my things, you could have just asked.”
His expression flickered, and you weren’t sure if he looked embarrassed or relieved at your response.
“I don’t want them yoi. The real thing is far better. I just like having small pieces of you here.”
He walked over slowly, hand brushing your knee first, the touch so light it felt like a question. When you didn’t move, his fingers slid higher, slow and deliberate, tracing the sheer edge of the stocking. The contact made your breath hitch and his eyes flicked up at the sound before returning to the path of his hand.
“Do you like the surprise?” you asked.
He leaned over you, one hand braced against the mattress. His lips brushed your jaw before he answered; warm breath skimming over your skin. “More than I thought I might. Do you see what you’ve done?”
You could feel from where he was pressed against you. “Made it worth the wait?”
“You’ve built me a nest,” he whispered into your ear. His voice was so low and pleased that it sounded like an invitation.
Your heart stuttered. Now that you thought about it, you had done exactly that, surrounded by your blankets and clothing.
Your voice shook when you answered. “It’s fitting.”
His thumb slipped under the strap of the garter. The elastic pulled, then snapped softly back into place, the faint sting lingering against your skin. Your breath caught, and you felt the corner of his mouth lift in response.
“This is very flimsy yoi.”
“If it gets ripped, I guess I’ll just have to leave it here,” you whispered. “It would suit your nest.”
His gaze met yours and he smiled. “That sounds suspiciously planned. You can just stay. I think you fit better here than anything else I’ve collected anyway.”
You leaned in, lips brushing against his. “I suppose that depends on how much I like this nest.”
He exhaled a soft laugh, more breath than sound, and then his mouth found yours. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It was slow, his lips warm against your own as he tilted his head to deepen it. Heat spread through you where his hand still rested against your thigh, steady and possessive, and you sunk into the feeling.
Moving rooms was suddenly becoming a far more appealing offer. It was, after all, a very comfortable nest when it had a phoenix in it.
Request: Hello, could I request Can we keep it with Mihawk and Ace, please ? - anon
Summary: I found this little guy, can we keep it?
A/N: eee i love this little series so much, they are my favorite stories to write!! i hope anon enjoys! and i hope its okay I threw in Marco for extra luck 😉 as always, lmk if there are any specific characters you’d like to see in this series (i’ve got a few ideas but i would also love to give the people what they want)
also also! if you ever see a mistake in reader gendering please let me know!! i never want anyone to feel uncomfortable while reading, but I am human (with an insane schedule) and mistakes can slip by so i really appreciate the post-production help!
this is mostly proofread, but mistakes may persist! thanks so much for reading!! likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome!
Portgas D. Ace
“This way! I set up everything over here!” Ace spoke excitedly as he led you down the forested path toward the meadow, where he had laid out a picnic spread. It wasn't often you found time to spend a day just the two of you and he was set on making it the best day ever.
“Ah, Y/N, you’re gonna love it! I think I’ve really outdone myself this ti— HEY!” As Ace stepped into the meadow, ready to pat himself on the back, he immediately noticed a ball of fur chewing at the snacks he had set up. Oh, this was soooo not cool.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” He asked as he stomped over. The bunny paid him no mind as it nibbled away at a strawberry.
“Hey buddy!! Helloooo! Those aren’t for you!!”
“Awww Ace, he’s so cute! Let him have a few, it can’t hurt to share with the little guy.” You spoke, walking up beside Ace, wrapping your arms around one of his and resting your head on his shoulder as you watched the rabbit continue on completely unbothered.
He wanted to argue, it was your guys’ food after all, but the soft gaze you sent towards the rabbit left his retort dissolving on his tongue. As he looked between you and the bunny, he brought his free hand up to rub the back of his neck. “I guess he is sorta cute, huh?”
“Sorta? Ace, he’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!” You stepped away from Ace and slowing kneeled down beside the rabbit, trying not to startle it.
“What about me?” Ace asked with a pout.
“Oh, shush,” you laughed, sending him a humorous glance over your shoulder. Turning back to the rabbit, you talked softly. “You like strawberries, don’t ya friend?”
The bunny simply looked up at you and twitched its nose.
“Awwww! Ace, he’s so perfect. Can we keep him?? Pleaaassseeee.” You offered your lover your best puppy dog eyes.
“Hmm, I don’t know Y/N. He’s not exactly pirate material.”
“How dare you talk to my son that way!” You feigned anger as you scooped up the rabbit in your arms, to which the small creature simply snuggled in. “See Ace! He thinks I’m his parent now, we can’t leave him.”
“Okay, okay,” Ace laughed. He made his way over to you, talking a seat next to you in order to wrap an arm around your waist. “I was already gonna say yes, ya know. I don’t think I could ever tell you no.”
A blush bloomed across your cheeks. “Well, if we’re keeping him, he’ll need a name. Any ideas?”
“It’s gotta be cool if he’s gonna join the crew. Something like Dread Stevens or.. or Grimm!” Ace spoke excitedly, as always.
“Hmm, I don’t know. He doesn't really seem like the dark and broody type.” You held up the rabbit, who seemed to have no opinions either way, turning him left and right to try to assess his character. “I’ve got it! His name is Eddy Whitetail. He’s the emperor of all the meadows!!”
Ace couldn’t help but let out a loving laugh at the goofy grin and silly name you chose for the little fur ball. “Eddy Whitetail, huh? Pops'll get a kick outta that. His name will certainly send terror into the hearts of many strawberries.”
You lightly pushed his shoulder but laughed alongside him as you both settled in to enjoy your new friend and the meal Ace unknowingly curated for him.
Marco the Phoenix
“Uhh, hey Marco?” This was not how you expected your day to start.
“Yes, dear?” He asked as he stepped back into your shared cabin, holding two cups of coffee, ready to share in your morning ritual.
“Why is there a bird building a nest on our desk?”
You had woken up nearly an hour after Marco, as you always did, given how insanely early that man woke up. You were used to his side being empty, as he always snuck out to get a morning flight in and brew you both coffees to start your days. What you weren’t used to was the sound of cooing and the flapping of little wings greeting you as your eyes opened to the morning sunlight.
“Oh, I think he lives here now yoi,” Marco said so casually but with a smirk that told you he was being facetious on purpose.
“So you can see how that raises more questions than answers, right?” You asked as you grabbed the mug he held out to you and gave him a look that said, ‘It’s too early for this.’
With a small chuckle, he explained, “This little guy found me while I was flying around and decided I’m his mom, I suppose. Followed me back to the ship and all the way through the hallways into here yoi. Figured if he wanted in that bad, he could stay.”
All you could do was stare at Marco as you tried to process his words. After a few big blinks, you asked, “Well… what’re you gonna name him?”
Marco laughed, not really expecting that response. “I wanted to leave you the honor yoi.”
“Hmm,” you pulled an over-the-top thinking face. “We could always name him Marco Jr.,” you answered with a smirk.
“I’d like to reserve that one for our firstborn,” he spoke in a sultry tone, causing heat to rise to your face.
“Umm, well, maybe Nix like phoenix?” You asked, attempting to hide the blush washing over you at the thought of you and Marco having your own kids. “He’s your son after all, that makes an honorary phoenix.”
“Nix… I like it!”
Nix, still skittering back and forth on the desk, seemed to coo in agreement.
A calm settled over the room as you enjoy your coffee and company, watching the little bird take in its new surroundings, but with you the silence could only last so long. Bothering him was vital to your mourning routine after all.
“Marco,” you asked in a very serious voice. “If you’re his mom, what does that make me?”
Marco once more let out a hearty laugh. “You can be his nanny yoi.”
“HEY!! If anybody is the nanny, it’s gonna be Thatch,” you said with a pout.
“I’m kidding, love. You’re obviously his parent, too yoi. After all, I couldn’t raise him right without my other half.”
You kept up your grumbling, but gave in to his loving comments as you snuggled into his embrace.
Dracule Mihawk
You were his peace, his solace from the weight of the world, his escape from the title he bore, and the home he never knew he yearned for.
You were also his biggest, most beautiful nuisance.
“Mihawk!! Look what I found!”
Looking up with a soft gaze, Mihawk nearly offered a small smile before taking in the sight before him and deciding to redirect such efforts into maintaining his patience.
“Why have you brought a snake into our home?” He asked, already exhausted from the conversation but curious as to your motives.
“I was working in the garden — I wanted to get some new bouquets for the entryway, but then I saw the vineyard gate was open, so I head to head in there and make sure everything was alright — I think the grapes will be ready for harvesting soon—“
“Y/N,” Mihawk redirected your excited ramblings with a soft but steady look. “The snake?”
“Oh, yeah! So anyways, when I was making my way back, I saw this little girl slithering around the cabbages, and she turned out to be super friendly! Sooooo I was thinki—“
“No,” he cut you off with a tone of finality as he returned his gaze to the book in his lap, indicating the conversation was over.
“But—“
“The creature cannot stay.”
You pouted, and even the snake seemed to be saddened at his words. “Dracule… Please? I promise she won’t be a bother. I just…" You took a heavy breath. "I just want a friend for when you’re away…”
Your sad tone nearly broke his heart in two on the spot. His hand, reaching to turn the page froze as his mind stuttered in its processing of your words.
He knew your heart ached when he was away, as his did the very same, but he had not considered that such a simple thing, such a small creature, could offer you such comfort in his absence.
As he navigated his thoughts, you began to lose hope. You knew your chances of keeping the animal were slim to begin with, but a small part of you hoped Mihawk would understand, would agree to it, but as the silence stretched, you became defeated.
Just as you had come to terms with the idea that the snake would not be stepping into the role of your animal companion, Mihawk spoke, stopping you as you turned towards the door. “You could use the old study down the hall from our bedroom as a vivarium for her. Perhaps she might deal with the rats that have nested in there.”
While he still did not raise his head from the novel in his hands, he could feel the warmth, happiness, and excitement spread over your features.
With a smile, you squealed and moved swiftly to his side. With the snake held in one hand, your other came up to his jaw as you brought your lips to his cheek. “Thank you, love. Thank you.”
“Just don’t let it near Yoru… or the cabbages… again.” He spoke with disinterest, but you knew better.
“What do you think we should name her?” You asked, sitting on the sofa next to him.
“I will not be naming it anything.”
“I don’t know, she kinda reminds me of Boa Hancock,” you spoke with a smirk. “Think I’ll name her Lily.” The snake stuck out her tongue in agreement.
“Very well, dear.” He sighed, already starting to regret his decision.
With a wide smile, you offered him one last kiss before heading to set up a room for Lily.
Mihawk could not help but smile softly as he watched you go.
You can't call out for Marco on the Whitebeard ship. It's impossible with the jokesters aboard. Example:
You huff, twirling in your spot on the deck of the Moby Dick, eyes scanning faces again. The thought that, if you just look you'll find your favorite, loving bird in the crowd.
But no, he isn't here, at least at far as you know. So, you do the one thing you know that will get him here just from sheer annoyance.
The punishment would be worth it after all.
"Marco!" You shout.
A pause in the air.
The Crew stills.
Then....
"POLO!"
Everyone dissolves into laughter, even you can't stop a giggle or two from slipping out.
A tired sigh cuts through it all, and rising out from the belly of the ship a wash rag in hand, Marco.
The bags under his eyes look exaggerated in the light, his skin paler than usual from working on the patients from the recent attack. Pirates and Marines alike thinking they could actually challenge and win against the Whitebeard Pirates.
But his eyes find yours, crinkling with a sweetness reserved only for you. "You needed me?"
Ace cuts in before you can answer, his fire dancing on his shoulder from his excitement. "You fell for it again!" He claps Marco on the back, "They should call you more often, it's hilarious!"
"And a tired joke. I swear you're just a five-year-old in a twenty-year-old body." Marco shakes his head. "Now, Little Flame," His nickname for you warms your chest, "What do you need?"
"Oh, nothing to serious, just a checkup on my arm. I think it's broken." You use your working arm to hold up the limp one. Blood is dripping from deep cuts all over it, and it slumps lower than it should where your shoulder and arm connect.
The crew falls silent a second time, wide eyes and worry filling the air.
Marco explodes into his half-phoenix form, barreling towards you. "What!!"
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