Bug Rescue Part 4 - Whitebeard
You're miserably scared of bugs... Thankfully you don't encounter them very often while out at sea, but what happens when you do?
cute little drabbles for my fellow phobic girlies ~ ♥ others: Marco, Thatch, Corazon, Vista, Izou ♥
You’re coming back to bed after a quick bathroom break, a small lamp lighting your way, when you see a large shadow scurry at your feet, its many legs tapping frantically on the old wood of the cabin.
At your uncontrolled shriek of terror, your lover grunts and shifts, reaching for you blindly. He knows good and goddamn well there’s no real reason for you to be scared, and it wouldn’t be the first time a bug’s unfortunate presence caused you to disrupt his slumber.
Quite the achievement, given how soundly Newgate usually slept. He doesn’t find you around the bed so he begrudgingly opens his eyes, finding you quickly thanks to the lantern’s glow. You’re retreating from the spot where the insect vanished, bare feet twisting uncomfortably as you put your lamp down on your nightstand.
“How can such a small creature be so bloody loud?” the giant man grumbles to himself, rolling over to catch your little body and lift it closer to his face. His eyebrows furrow as he leans back a little to properly focus on you. “What’s the matter with you, woman? It’s barely dawn.”
“There’s a cockroach in the room!” you protest angrily, limbs flailing around his strong grip.
“Hm. Didn’t bother me.”
Newgate puts you down on the mattress by his head and sighs when you bolt right back up, ready to rant until he disposes of the pest.
“It’s already left the room,” he sighs, interrupting you.
“Has it?!”
“Use your damn haki if you don’t believe me.”
You pout at him and stay seated on the bed, closing your eyes and taking a deep, calming breath, cringing as you extend your focus and seek the bothersome life form. There’s nothing around you but your massive lover’s steadying presence, so you finally let yourself relax.
“You’re too old to be screaming like that every time you see a bug,” he chastises you playfully, large hand wrapping around you to push you back down on your pillow.
“Trust me, I wish phobias eased with age,” you gripe with no real bite.
Your lover chuckles fondly, large fingers carefully rubbing down you back.
“I shouldn’t be complaining,” he murmurs apologetically. “You’ve kept your energy. I should be grateful for that.”
“You talk as if I was eighty…”
Despite your reproachful tone, you’re smiling again and getting more comfortable in your massive bed, ready to finish your night in Newgate’s comforting presence. He’s right, in some ways, after decades of screaming at every insect you were unfortunate enough to encounter, one would think you’d get tired of it and find some peace.
You’re relaxed and drifting again when you feel a shift behind you. With a deep breath, you tap in your observation haki one more, not willing to disturb Newgate again and certain the cockroach wouldn’t have returned after the fright you’d given it.
When you scream and jump against his shoulder, the captain swears and sits up, fully awake once more.
“By the dead, what-”
“IT’S BACK!!”
With more unhappy grumbling, your lover stomps around the bed and glares at the scampering pest. He raises his leg to dispose of the threat but you scream again, disgusted.
“Not with your foot, you filthy brute!”
“With what then?!”
“Your shoe!”
More grumbles follow as he stomps back to the wardrobe, grabs his boot, and chucks it at the cockroach, effectively obliterating it in a loud blow.
“Is it dead?!” you ask stupidly, clutching the sheets to your chest.
“Woman, if that thing survived my boot, I’ll let it join the damn crew.”
You snort at that, a nervous laugh bubbling from your lips. Newgate laughs with you and flop back in bed with a loud groan.
“No point trying to sleep now,” he complains.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize sweetly, gently stroking his cheek before pressing a little kiss to his furrowed brow.
A non-committal grunt is your only response but you know he’s not mad at you, not when he’s wrapping you up in his grip again to pull you closer and adjusting his body to be more comfortable.
“We might as well relax a bit until the sun rises, I suppose…”
He hums at your suggestion and takes another deep breath. When you laugh again, he doesn’t respond, lost to slumber once more. You don’t know why he bothers complaining that you wake him up, when it’s so easy for him to go right back to sleep… It’s a little harder for you, and age certainly hasn’t helped in that department either. You yawn softly and rest your head against Newgate’s warm arm, happy to share a few more peaceful moments before your day truly begins, with hopefully less bugs this time.
i wrote a romantic fic with dad.... i really did it.....
@onepiecereactions i hope you like it !
