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.
