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Abandoned kitty!

Whitebeard pirates x reader (platonic) Part 3!

WARNINGS: Will be used of Y/N, gn! reader, mostly fluff but maybe comfort angst in the future?? Not proofread, characters may not act the same, but I try

After you'd gotten your bath, Marco had made a small nesting bed in his infirmary that looked a little bit too much like a bird's nest. A man named Deuce was also there, organizing medications in a drawer.

Deuce looked at Marco, as well as the nest that kind of looked uncomfortable. So he stepped over and swatted Marcos hand away.

"You're terrible at this, dude. It's not a bird!" He laughed, petting the cat that was on the counter. Then fluffed up the pillow and small cot sheets.

"..I'm not terrible. It was just comfortable-yoi." Marco said, unamused as he began to pet you as well. Who seemed to have enjoyed his pets more than Deuce's. He hated to say it but he definitely liked that feeling.

Deuce laughed again, looking at you. Then at Marco again and fixing up the bed that was in a cabinet. "Awweeh. The little Phoenix is loosening up!"

Marco rolled his eyes, then slowly picked you up by your belly to place you in the cabinet, and you seemed to curl up in it rather quickly. "Cats like to be pet, I won't ignore it."

Deuce giggled, definitely thinking of several ways to say this to Ace later. Maybe over-exaggerate what Marco was doing.

"Nooo~ You just wont admit how cutesy the kitty is! We should totally get the baby a bowtie!"

Marcos eyebrow tilted slightly, then sighed. "We aren't even keeping the cat for all we know. We haven't given it a name either."

Deuce hummed, though clearly holding back another laugh. "Ooh! Ace should pick the name- you know, he's the one who found it and everything!"

"We're not letting Ace pick a name for the cat. Knowing him he'll name it John pork or something-yoi."

"What the hell is John pork?" Deuce blinked.

Marco shrugged, then walked over to grab another pillow sheet for the stuffing of the cabinet-bed. "I don't know. Ace and Thatch were going on about it."

Deuce thought for a moment, then immediately burst out laughing. "OHH!! That John pork! Apparently Thatch overheard one of the marine den-den mushi's and they said John Pork, Ace thought it was funny so they started saying it."

Marco nodded, clearly not understanding what was so funny. "..Right. Well knowing Ace he'd name the cat that. Maybe we should get pops to name it."

Deuce nodded, he supposed it'd be smarter than letting his former captain give an orange cat a name. "Finee! But don't you gotta make sure Stefan likes the kitty?"

Marco looked back at Deuce, then walked back over to place the pillow sheet as a back wall for you. "Izo will be doing that, he's the only reason Stefan likes Namur-yoi."

Then Deuce made a very-very odd realization. "Do you think the kitty will try and eat Namur?"

Marco just looked at Deuce in un-amusement. "Why would it try and eat him?"

"I mean..he is a fishman?"

"..I haven't seen a cat with a fishman before, but I don't think it'll try and eat something the size of a human."

"I mean- the kitty was pretty feisty with you earlier so I heard.." Deuce teased.

"Only a few scratches yoi."

"Totally. Haruta mentioned how you looked like you survived a werewolf.."

Marco just sighed at that. "Whatever.. We should be docking in a few days, I'll see if we can stock up on cat supplies if we need them, Izo will be around soon to pick up the cat."

Deuce nodded, but as he did so somebody else seemed to walk in.

Marshall D Teach.

"What do we got here?" He said, stepping in and looking between Marco and Deuce, then the open cabinet.

Marco turned to Teach, then shrugged. He never was good with animals, he didn't want teach too close.

"Cat got aboard the ship, me and Deuce were making it a temporary bed-yoi."

Teachs eyebrows shot up slightly, continuing to walk in and seeing the Tennessee Rex in the cabinet.

"Hah? Is it stayin'?" Teach asked, clearly not impressed.

"If it gets along with Stefan it will! Pops said so!" Deuce declared.

"Eh, don't let it get in my way if it stays." Teach shrugged, he didn't really care all that much about a cat. Why would he? Didn't ruin any of his plans.

"It won't, if it gets along with Stefan then Whitebeard might keep it in his room, but Ace might take it as well."

"Why? Because he found it? Ace seems really poor at takin' care of animals."

"Fair point-yoi. Haruta probably would want it in his room." Marco shrugged, thinking through the people that might want it.

"I'd take it." Izo said, opening the door as he stepped in.

Part 2 Part 4

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Abandoned kitty!

Whitebeard pirates x reader (platonic) Part 7!

WARNINGS: Will be used of Y/N, gn! reader, mostly fluff but maybe comfort angst in the future?? Not proofread, characters may not act the same.

You plopped up on the counter filled with flour as Thatch yelled your new name, and you meowed in greeting before Fossa could catch up to you. You were speedy and agile.

"Milo there could be.. losers, with allergies!" He said, though his face definitely showed that he didn't actually care.

You chirped out a meow again, then jumped up and climbed his shoulder. Unlike making him hold you like you had with Fossa, you instead jumped up fully on his shoulder so he didn't have to hold you.

Fossa bolted over, almost- almost, letting out a groan when he saw you with Thatch, you perched up on his shoulder like a well-trained bird.

"Thatch, pops wanted the cat." Fossa said with a sigh.

Thatch turned to Fossa with a smile, petting you in contentment. "I've got time, I'll talk to him'! Gotta tell him about the name too!"

Fossa blinked, then nodded. "Works with me."

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Thatch arrived at Whitebeards large throne-like chair a few minutes later, you were still on his shoulder as he got ready to speak.

But Whitebeard interjected.

"My son, I heard about the name chosen for this cat. Any reasons for it?" He asked, then chugged a bottle of sake fit for four people.

Thatch shrugged, but immediately stopped when you lifted with his shoulders. "It fits the kitty now doesn't it, pops? And little milo seems to like it too!"

You meowed after he said that, which made Whitebeard roar with laughter.

"GUARARA! Well that settles it then huh! The cat's name is Milo!"

Thatch's eyes lit up as it had when you laid on his lap earlier. "I knew you'd like it pops! One more thing..how affectionate is Milo exactly?"

Marco walked up from behind Thatch at that, seeing the cat perched on his shoulder. "Milo? Odd name-yoi."

Thatch glanced over his shoulder, just to see a cat butt in his face. So he almost pouted, but instead just turned to see Marco.

"It's a perfect name! Milo loves it don't youu!" He watched as you licked the tip of his ear and he giggled.

Whitebeard and Marco shared a look before Whitebeard spoke up again.

"The cat will be in your hands, Thatch. If you'd like it."

Thatch glanced at Whitebeard, then gasped and picked you up suddenly, like he had when you were half-awake. Which startled you but you just went limp in his grip, as any cat did.

"You're gonna be with me now Milo! You can even cook with me- well maybe not. Does anyone have cat allergies?"

Marco turned to Thatch, then smirked slightly. "Haruta does." (headcanon)

Whitebeard's laughter turned to more of a rumble. "GUARARA! I hear that boy go on about cats all day, you sayin' he's allergic?"

Marco nodded. "Yeah, I told him to not get near Milo when I found out, but he just takes pills before getting in touch with any cats. Stupid, but his allergies aren't severe."

Thatch looked between them before settling you into a hug with him, and you hid in his chef coat pocket from the inside, the pocket was for large utensils, he supposed it made sense that you liked it.

"Well Milo's mine now! Thank you guys!" He giggled before getting a slap in the head by Whitebeard.

"You're the one takin' care of it! You don't own the thing!" Whitebeard laughed once more.

YOUR POV

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You enjoyed Thatch's company maybe the most out of everyone, maybe you liked Marco when you wanted to be quiet and not pampered. Other than that it was Thatch whom was your favorite.

Even if he picked you up at the worst times.

You also liked Whitebeard, more than both Thatch and Marco, but it wasn't fair. Whitebeard had been the deciding factor on whether or not you could stay, and he was just..such a good man, you could tell based off of how much loyalty everyone had to him.

Thatch soon arrived at his cabin, placing you on the floor after he shut the door, he needed to make you a cat bed before anything else.

You glanced around his room, it was what you expected. It smelt of incense but not overbearingly so. Maybe wood, you thought. It was definitely giving off a cabin-vibe to the whole thing, you enjoyed the soft lighting.

Even if the first thing you did was bolt under his bed.

Thatch stared at you as your tail peeked out from the bed, he giggled but didn't say anything as he grabbed a few miscellaneous pillows and sheets he had lying around in his closet, even one of the chefs coats that no longer fit him. It'd work for now.

He reminded himself to make room for another bed in the kitchen for you later, so he'd save some supplies for that.

He sat on his bed after making you your own in the corner of the room, stretching out after a long day. And soon after you joined him, jumping up on his bed, and not your very well crafted bed.

He didn't push you off.

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Abandoned kitty!

Whitebeard pirates x reader (platonic) Part 4!

WARNINGS: Will be used of Y/N, gn! reader, mostly fluff but maybe comfort angst in the future?? Not proofread, characters may not act the same.

Izo walked in, smiling with a few liquid cat treats in hand. Because yes, the man had just about everything. Then he looked at you in the cabinet and walked past Teach and Deuce to open a packet for you.

"You'd take it? I didn't see you for a cat person-yoi." Marco said, he didn't mind Izo taking it but he kind of liked having you here. As long as you wouldn't interrupt his work.

"I see it actually! Izo should be the one to take it!" Deuce exclaimed, watching as your nose twitched in sleep when Izo placed the treat close to you.

Teach looked between them, then rolled his eyes. "Do whatever ya want' I heard Thatch wanted it though."

Izo looked at Teach, realizing that everyone wanted the cute kitty. "Thatch wants it? He's cooking most of the time, he wouldn't give it proper attention.."

Marco looked at Izo. "I think you're sulking. Whoever the cat gets along with best can have it."

Izo nodded at that.

YOUR POV

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You were slowly starting to stir, waking up to the great smell of a treat. Your eyes quickly popped open to see Izo, Deuce, Marshall D Teach, and Marco again.

Your instincts told you not to go near Teach, so instead you meowed and sat up in the cabinet-nest that Marco and Deuce had made to try and reach the treat.

When Izo seemed to notice you were reaching for it, he quickly placed it close to your mouth and squeezed some out of the tube for you.

You quickly took some, enjoying the taste of it. Even if you were a bit sick of being a cat..You couldn't just change back now. It was too late for that. Plus they'd probably have you killed..Even if Whitebeard said he'd make you one of his children anyway.

"You're just bribing her with treats!" Deuce whined, knowing his captain probably won't get a chance to get you.

Izo turned to Deuce. "Well maybe he should keep treats around. A shame."

Marco smiled at that, though he did kind of want the cat,.really wanted it. But he'd be fine with whoever.

"Izo, you need to get Stefan to even like the cat, otherwise none of you will have it."

You looked between all of them, confused. Wait- were they actually going to keep you if you behaved with a dog? Hah. You could do that. Wait- maybe you shouldn't. Maybe they'd leave you on a deserted island. Maybe thatd be better. Huh.

New goal - Do NOT befriend Stefan.

You found that incredibly hard whenever Izo placed you in a comically large room, with a white small dog inside of it. It looked eerily like whitebeard. But he seemed to like you immediately.

He didn't care if you hissed at him, or moved back. He seemed to just get closer with a 'woof'. You also noted that Whitebeard was watching from the corner of his bed as he was sat down.

Whitebeard was- yes, what you can call very confused. Stefan didn't like many people, or animals. So for him to like a cat- while the cat is actively hissing at him? Very strange.

Izo spoke up when you backed up into Izo's foot. "So pops, I think Stefan likes the cat. But..Uhm, I don't think the cat likes him."

Whitebeard nodded, moving off his bed to step over, his large frame shadowing the two animals as he slowly began to pet both of them.

You eased into it rather quickly as you'd done when Whitebeard first pet you, he was so gentle despite his exterior. Of course you were going to love it.

But when you looked at Stefan- he didn't seem to basking in Whitebeards pets as you were. Instead he was still looking at you in excitement, like a new friend he had.

And perhaps- just perhaps..you kind of didn't want to be mean to the dog anymore. But you kept your distance as Whitebeard pet the both of you.

Izo watched this happen, how you'd slowly stopped hissing after Whitebeard pet you. He heard from Marco that you could be a devil fruit user. Not that anyone would've minded considering how you hadn't harmed anyone.

This wasn't helping with answers either, you just seemed like a scared cat who got introduced to something you've never seen before. Marco had told him to check and see your reactions, which is why he was paying such close attention. But you just seemed like a normal cat.

Whitebesrd slowly moved his hand away after you'd stopped hissing, watching as you slowly approached Stefan and sniffed him like a curious cat would. And Stefan- for all his impatience earlier- seemed to let you sniff him.

Whitebeard watched as you slowly loosened up when Stefan didn't move, and he turned to Izo.

"Do you believe they are getting along, son?" He asked.

Izo looked at Whitebeard, then the two animals. And you'd begun licking Stefan. "I believe so, pops."

Part 3

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Abandoned kitty!

Whitebeard pirates x reader (platonic) Part 8!

WARNINGS: Will be used of Y/N, gn! reader, mostly fluff but maybe comfort angst in the future?? Not proofread, characters may not act the same.

The first few nights were a blur, you'd wake up by thatch moving off the bed at around 1AM to start up on food for the entire crew, truly what a hard task. You followed him most of the time, where he then eventually made a space in a cabinet like Marco had, except filled mostly with chefs coats instead of sheets.

Today was no different, except it was. Thatch was going to be off today for an expedition..or so he cried about to you earlier.

"Milo..I don't wanna be apart from you babyyy!!" He whined as he laid out on his bed, you on top of his chest.

"But pops is saying I gotta goooo!" He paused, then continued. "Listen baby! Uncle-Marco will be spending more time with you since he made a lil bed in your room!"

You looked unamused as he pet you, not because you didn't care. But just because spending time with Marco was going to be a bit boring, the past few days had filled with laughter and searing pans.

Not that you didnt like Marco, you had missed the peace and quiet. It would be boring, but maybe in a good way.

Today was the day he departed. And you were on the deck as he prepared to leave.

"Milo will be in safe hands-yoi." Marco said as he held you in his arms to make sure you didn't chase after Thatch. Considering you'd tried holding onto him like a toddler when he first woke up and started packing.

"Milo better be! I trust you'll feed my baby five star meals.." Thatch whined.

"I'll cook for em!" Ace called out from talking with Whitebeard.

"PLEASE DO NOT DO THAT!" About seventeen crewmates said at the same time, and you swore you heard a few familiar voices in there.

"I'll do it." Fossa said calmly from being leaned against the railing.

"Yes! Fossa you do it! My baby will be in amazing han-!" Thatch had gotten cut off by Ace. "IM THE ONE WHO FOUND MILO!"

"IT DOESNT MEAN YOURE GOOD AT COOKING FOR IT!" Whitebeard rumbled in the distance.

Everyone laughed in agreement.

You'd been pretty mopey once Thatch's ship departed, you'd been sat at Marcos counter as he worked on something. You weren't sure what, though you also didn't care much. You were watching the sea from one of the windows. Sure, Thatch's ship was ages away now..but still. You could only hope he'd come back soon.

The hours went by slowly, Fossa did indeed come in to feed you as Marco kept working on something, you found out two things about him in the short span of knowing him. One was that he overworked himself to the bone, and the other was that he talked to himself. A lot.

"Damn..how the hell am I meant to do this?" He murmured.

You broke your gaze from the window to look at Marco when he spoke again, as he had been for the past hour.

You scampered over to him and his work,  sitting down right on top of his paperwork.

"What are you doing, Milo?" He asked, his eyebrow tilted as he fixed his posture.

You meowed, then shifted to lay down right in front of his papers. You could see how it was hurting his health, probably hurting his health more than whoever's he was trying to fix.

"Milo, this is important, get off."

You yawned, stretching out and wagging your tail.

"Is this why Thatch likes you? Gets him to skip out on work.." He sighed, but stood up anyway and stretched out.

You were pleased when he didn't stop you.

He went through his snack drawer, which he only had because Haruta kept filling it up whenever he was asleep or on a mission.

When you saw him eat, you finally moved off of the papers and went back to where you'd been perching at the window overlooking the sea.

Marco watched in slight amusement, taking a bite from a protein bar. "You really just did that so I'd eat?" He paused, then did what looked like a small smile as he walked over to pet you.

"Cute."

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Abandoned kitty!

Whitebeard pirates x reader (platonic) Part 6!

WARNINGS: Will be used of Y/N, gn! reader, mostly fluff but maybe comfort angst in the future?? Not proofread, characters may not act the same.

Soon after, Thatch had left the infirmary since it was just about time for lunch, and the crew would not function without it, especially not Ace. So he had placed you in your cabinet, shut the door so you couldn't escape. (It's see through, and yes, there are holes) And went on his merry way to make lunch.

Someone else arrived afterwards, you didn't recognize them. They looked stern though which kind of worried you.

You - maybe..Recognized them? Fossa, was what came to your mind. Maybe you should've paid more attention to the stronger Yonko crews dominating the new world. Definitely a mistake not to. Oh well.

He looked at you, then opened the cabinet and grabbed you by your scruff, then placed you on the counter.

"Cat, huh? Milo, Thatch said your name was milo."

You blinked, was he talking to you? Haha. Oh you loved when people did that. So you meowed and did a small nod of your head.

"Smart thing." He acknowledged, then stared at you for another moment. The fact you were clean; no longer malnourished. Maybe a bit fat. Who cares #being fat is being healthy

"What do I even do with a goddamn cat.." He murmured to himself after a few minutes of silence. Clearly, he had been sent to watch you.

You didn't like him as much as you did Thatch, you missed him in fact. He just had such a good aura god not omega, would thatch be the omega? and such a happy personality. You could've called him your brother if well, you were a human, and if they knew.

What a shame.

Your thoughts got broken when you were yet again disrupted by being picked up; at least you weren't half asleep this time.

"How do I hold you." He asked, though it sounded a bit more like a statement.

You tilted your head slightly, then tried squirming from his grip. Unlike normal cats, you didn't have a 'mother cat' to pick you up by your scruff.

Fosa looked slightly confused when you squirmed, but put you down and watched as you then proceeded to.. Yes. Jump up on his shoulder. But you didn't stay there long, instead you shifted to slowly fall down his shoulder so he had to hold you.

Your paws were on his shoulder still, but he was what was holding you against your shoulder.

He watched, his eyes slightly widened for maybe a second before it dimmed down and he nodded.

Time passed the same way it had with Thatch, except way longer, and Fossa moved you off after about two hours. His arm could in fact get sore.

He eventually sat on the same cot that Thatch had, but you didn't lay with him. Instead you laid beside him curled up. A tad bit worried that he'd pick you up like Thatch had mid sleep.

But nothing happened. And thus the day went on, a few different people kept coming in and out, most you didn't recognize. Most were just rookie pirates in the different divisions, though you did see Haruta pass through again and you meowed until he pet you.

Other than that it was boring.

Until Fossa got himself up and stretched, picking you up again by the scruff, but only for a second as he placed your paws back on his shoulder and carried you as he walked out of the infirmary.

You found yourself at what looked to be the mess haul. Insanely loud; kind of annoying, but you lived with it as Fossa strode over to- Whitebeard.

Damn you've been seeing the captain a lot.

"Ay, pops." Fossa started. "What did you want me to do with the cat?"

Whitebeard shrugged, then laughed. "GURAGURAGURA!! YOU BROUGHT THE CAT?!"

You could've sworn Fossa's face went red, but it was completely normal. "..You told me to, Pops. Does Marco need to check up on you again?"

He got a snack to the head, which made you jump off and sit at his feet instead.

"Don't call your old man..old!" Whitebeard then laughed at his own joke. "Give 'em to Thatch, the kids' been talkin' about it since this morning!"

Fossa nodded, looking around and then spotted Thatch by the kitchen, per usual. But you seemed to dart past his legs.

"Damnit."

"Better get that cat' or ya getting another smack!" Whitebeard jokes, though it was definitely a threat.

"Damnit!" Fossa said again, less to himself this time as he prepared to go after you.

You instead ran over to the kitchen, plopping yourself on the countertop that had flour on it. Not that you cared.

Thatch squealed when he saw you, pushing past a few crewmates from his division cleaning up.

"HII MILLO!!!" He squealed happily.

One of the nearby pirates sneezed from the flour you just pushed everywhere.

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Abandoned kitty

Whitebeard pirates x reader (platonic) Part 5!

WARNINGS: Will be used of Y/N, gn! reader, mostly fluff but maybe comfort angst in the future?? Not proofread, characters may not act the same.

Your plan had gone to ruins. Terrible ruins, in fact. You enjoyed Stefan's company more than you cared to admit. And now; you also now knew that you enjoyed being pet by the world's strongest man. What a day.

You were eventually transported back to the infirmary after everyone saw how you got along with Stefan, but Marco didn't stay long after that. Instead you saw a face you didn't see often, the orange haired pompadour man, Thatch.

His energy was warm and radiant. You could've sworn he was like a sunflower; except..maybe a sunflower had a bit more style, considering he reeked of what smelt like fish. Not even cooked fish- had to have been raw fish.

"hii kitty-kitty-kooo!!" Thatch exclaimed happily, skipping over with a plate in his hand that smelt like wet cat food; probably because it was. He learned the recipe rather quickly from talking to crewmates.

You meowed as he walked over with the food, slowly sitting up where Marco had placed you. Right in the medicine cabinet with the sheets and pillow forming a nest.

Thatch squealed in delight when you meowed at him, picking you up off the cabinet and onto the floor, placing the plate of food in front of you. But when you just stared at him in what looked like displeasure, he frowned.

"Kitttyyy..that's yours! You're free to take as much as you like- wait do you not like it!? I'm sorry!"

You stared at Thatch, if you were in your human form you'd be side eyeing him. First of all you were curious if he was the chef, or one of the chefs. He did bring salmon to you that one time, and he smelt like fish. It made sense you suppose.

You eventually looked back at the meal, sniffing a few times before walking to the other side of the dish to keep an eye on Thatch while you ate, though you didn't think he'd actually do anything - Marco had just been there the whole time, and without him there, it kind of felt unsafe. Even if Thatch had started petting you, and you'd started purring.

What did that matter?

An hour had gone by; and a few things had changed. Like your distrust of Thatch. Which was subtle at first, but then he sat down on a cot after you had finished eating and you jumped right up on his lap like you owned him.

You did now. You could tell by his shallow breaths, like he was trying to stop breathing just to keep you comfortable.

You didn't mind, but come on. A cold person wasn't a comfortable one.

You eventually shifted to get off his lap when he started going blue, and he took deep breaths and laid out on the cot, sprawled out if you will. And that was when you jumped back on him. Except just his legs this time so he didn't have to stop breathing just to make you comfortable.

Thatch stayed perfectly still, inside he was thinking about the next ship, how he'd buy you the best kitty bed, the best cat nail clippers, the best cat brush, the best..it could go on forever.

He slowly drifted from his thoughts when you started kneading his pants like bread, and he would've giggled- however, this was too sweet and he was scared of scaring you off. So he stayed where was.

As he watched you, he made a small realization. You still didn't have a name. He wondered if Marco came up with a name yet. If not maybe he could name you.. After all you seemed to like him, maybe.

You could just be cuddly with anyone.

He thought of names anyway, a few came to his mind. Maybe puffball, you sure looked like one. Maybe something like dust bunny- no. You were orange, still a cute thought. Cheeto? No. Cheetos don't exist in the one piece world.

Unfortunate.

Maybe something like Milo? That could be cute. Cute little milo baby.

He looked at you for a few moments, then abruptly took you out of your near slumber on his legs to pick you up. His hands under both of your armpits as he held you, looking you over in contentment.

"You like the name Milo, little kittyyy?" He asked with a hum to his voice. But put you back down when your claws went out.

You stared at him, unamused entirely. It wasn't like you hadn't been picked up like that before, but in your sleep? That was a low blow. Whatever, you supposed. He happened to be comfortable so you'd accept it.

Milo? Really? You certainly didn't mind the name, you wished you could be called your actual name, but you figured nobody would come up with your name for a cat.

Thatch's eyes lit up like Christmas morning when you meowed at him in delight. contentment, at best It was decided on now, your name was Milo. Whether Marco or Ace liked it or not.

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Abandoned kitty!

Whitebeard pirates x reader (platonic) Part 9

WARNINGS: Will be used of Y/N, gn! reader, mostly fluff but maybe comfort angst in the future?? Not proofread, characters may not act the same.

The days had started getting longer without Thatch, though you noticed Marco started to look better. Less eyebags, a little more meat to him, and his work had even gotten better as it was less sloppy.

Fossa kept bringing your meals, though sometimes Ace tried to. Though all you'd be given was a burnt meal that was charred black. Haruta tended to make your meal after an incident caused half the kitchen to turn as charred as the food you were given.

You enjoyed this, even if you missed Thatch. Maybe you'd start spending more time with Marco after Thatch came back just to make sure he was doing okay.

Today was no different, Marco had worked over fourteen hours, so you placed yourself right on top of a patient.

Who was that patient? Ace. He got into a fistfight with some rookie, and he lost because he wasn't allowed to use his devil fruit in the match.

"..This isn't a good time to be doing this-yoi." Marco sighed.

Ace just laughed with you on his belly, seemingly loving the fact you were laying on him. "Awee! Does Milo do this every time you treat a patient?"

"..No, just when Milo-yoi thinks I've overworked myself. Then they'll go and do this.."

"So that's why you've been doing better recently! Little Milo is a therapist!"

"Therapist? Milo's not a therapist."

"Oh yeah..wrong word for it..it's like, um..cat who supports the disabled."

"I'm not disabled, Ace."

Ace giggled at that, and you got sick of it and jumped off. "Aww..Well it's like- a cat who supports..people's needs..?"

"Emotional support animal-yoi?"

"YEAH! You're so smart! Not really."

"..Maybe I do need a break. Fix yourself up."

"WAIT NO I WAS JOKING PLEASE!"

Ace did end up bandaging his own wounds as you sat on a clean cot with Marco. You being on his lap to make sure he actually took a break, though you could definitely tell Ace was focusing on you and not bandaging himself.

"Did we ever figure out how Milo got aboard?" Ace asked suddenly.

Marco opened his eyes, as he'd been resting them since you sat on him. "No. I still believe Milo's a zoan, though we can't prove anything." He paused, then continued.

"I wouldn't necessarily mind if they were since they've helped quite a bit, but I would be confused as to why they haven't admitted anything yet."

You watched Marco speak, slightly nervous. Because it made sense on him thinking you were a zoan..and you were. But you could still very easily die if you did tell them. You were too far in now.

"Didn't pops say he'd make Milo one of his children too? Imagine if my baby was a person!"

Marco rolled his eyes, subconsciously petting you. "Yes, he did say that. Some people don't believe him immediately, but maybe Milo isn't a zoan."

"Ehh..fair point but still! Imagine how cool that'd be.."

"Mhm. Maybe I'll have to look into more zoan type devil fruits later."

The conversation ended there, and Ace eventually went on his way after Marco asked him to make Fossa bring you lunch.

They were still feeding you the salmon they had on board, since they hadn't gone on any islands yet. They weren't on any specific route yet either, they'd probably wait till a few more division commanders came back from their expeditions.

After all, you did have everything you needed. Except cat litter, Marco just made a Namur get sand from the ocean floor and Izo had given Marco a box to place it in.

It worked well enough for you, though you wished you could use a toilet. What a shame..

Soon after, Fossa walked into the infirmary with the fish, not as glamorous as Thatch's had been, though it still tasted good and you'd had worse.

"Do we know when Thatch is coming back? We haven't gotten word yet." Fossa asked, having been turned to Marco after placing your food on the floor.

"Not sure-yoi, the expedition shouldn't take too long, a few more days and he should be back. We only asked him for Intel if he found something of interest on the island."

Fossa nodded, turning back to you. "You look better, Marco."

"..A few people have mentioned that-yoi."

"It's because it's obvious on your face." Fossa thought for a moment, then continued. "You and Thatch should take turns with Milo like divorced parents."

"What?" Marco asked, one eyebrow raised as he looked at Fossa.

"Just saying. Maybe you get Milo for weekends and Thatch gets em for weekdays."

"..We'll work it out when he gets back-yoi."

"Right, because you want full custody."

"We're not divorced parents Fossa, get that out of your head."

"Nah." Fossa laughed, which was the first time you heard him do that.

Marco didn't seem all that shocked though. "You're an ass."

"When I want to be."

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I love how everyone in my 'abandoned kitty' fanfiction just calls the reader 'the kitty' LMAOO