ace who visits islander!reader whenever he can, surprising her with gifts he stole found from the various places he’s visited. jewelry, hair accessories, flowers that he tried his best to keep alive, small kimmidolls etc, all things that he’d think you’d like.
the only issue is that whenever he brings you these stolen gifts it ends up in rejection and a soft spoken lecture on how you won’t accept his stolen gifts because of karma! his cabin on pop’s ship is full of trinkets that were all softly denied by you.
he’s is constantly questioned by his brothers on all these random items in his room but were only met with a deep sigh. ace was a pirate, why should he buy gifts and treasures with his hard taken earned berries when he’s a globally feared devil fruit user? he just doesn’t get you.
you were in your hut, bangles jingling as you moved around the candle lit room, gathering medicine for a child who waited behind you. the girls mother was sick and was sent to go get medicine from you, you with a devil fruit that could make any plant you knew of. you who provided for the islands village whether it was prayers or medicine. you who didn’t charge for anything because you thought you had everything you needed in life already.
you put the medicine into a small jar, closing the top tightly before kneeling in front of the child and handed it to her.
"two spoonfuls a day, one in the morning once at night. take good care of your mother, okay?"
"yes, miss [᪥]. thank you!"
when the child left, you sighed as you stared at the familiar hatted shadow outside of your hut.
"ace."
there were a few seconds of silence before he stepped in. shirtless per usual. he took off his bright orange hat with a small sack that made the same jingling noises as your wrists.
"hey, [᪥]."
he looked almost bashful, sun-kissed skin glowing from the candles as he relaxed in the arms you wrapped around him and pressed your lips to his cheek. he stiffened a little when your hands felt up his arms, gentle squeezes on his biceps to feel the man you haven’t seen in cycles.
"your gained a little. in a good way."
ace was still stiff under your touch, suddenly pushing the pouch into your hands.
"got these for you. didn’t steal ‘em this time either. promise."
your eyes widened a little, opening the pouch to reveal jade bangles that would go perfect with the gold ones you wore on your wrist already. you examined the very much real jade in your hands, sliding them gently past your fingers and thumb and gave them a little shake. they were beautiful.
"where’d you get these? they’re beautiful."
"got them from some trader in alabasta a while back for you. been sitting in my cabin for a while."
his words came out in mumbles, eyes fixed on a lit incense on your table. nervous hands planted on your waist as you took off one of your necklaces to put it on his neck. the gold layered with his red beads that lingered above his chest.
he was about to protest before your lips pressed into his, fingers trailing to cradle his face. gods did Ace miss you.
a/n from layla ❀: first time publishing for one piece and don’t know how to feel.. was kinda inspired by the first scene of smoke and annie from sinners. i miss aceeeeeuhhhh.
Warnings: Emotional distress of a child, heavy themes of parental abandonment, mentions of canon character deaths (murder/assault), and typical protective/guilt-ridden Pope behavior.
Word Count: ~2,950 words
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A/n: i think lena was told baz ran off to Mexico like her mother though i can't find anything to back that up. I don't think she was told he died. Tell me different if I'm wrong though.
The quiet, sun-drenched cottage at the end of the street was a stark contrast to the volatile chaos of the Cody Compound. When six-year-old Lena was placed in your care as a foster child, you welcomed her into a world built entirely on warmth, patience, love, and a deep connection to the earth. You were an earthy Black woman who wore loose, flowing linen dresses in rich terracotta and olive tones, your natural hair styled in beautiful, soft twists, and the gentle scent of lavender and vanilla permanently lingering in your wake.
Lena had arrived at your doorstep completely shattered. Her mother, Catherine, had vanished years ago, and her father, Baz, had recently been murdered, leaving her completely orphaned. But the Codys didn't tell her the truth. Instead, the family had fed the poor girl the same tired, cruel lie they used for everything: they told her that both of her parents had simply run off to Mexico, essentially abandoning her without looking back.
Because of that profound, deep-seated trauma of abandonment, Lena had been terrified and deeply withdrawn. But you didn't force her to adapt to you. Instead, you gave her space to get use to being with you, showing her everyday consistency that proved you weren't going to vanish out of nowhere.
Slowly, she opened up, and the bond between you became fiercely close. You took her to cute little free kids' activities in the local park, sitting on a patchwork blanket in the grass while she painted or listened to community storytellers. You took her shopping, letting her tiny fingers point out exactly what she wanted for her new bedroom, picking out soft pastel clothes, and choosing toys that actually made her laugh. On warm afternoons, the two of you would spread a quilt in the front yard for little picnics, eating fresh fruit and sandwiches while butterflies and bumblebees floated around you two. Together, you spent hours planting colorful wildflowers in the large wooden planter box right in front of your porch, getting your hands dirty in the soil. Afterward, you would wash up, curl up together on the woven hammock swinging on your porch, and read her your favorite childhood books until she fell asleep against your chest. For Lena, you weren't just a foster placement you were the only person who would stay and never leave her behind.
You didn't know it, but you always had an audience.
Andrew sat in his dark, unglamorous car parked down the block, his large hands gripping the steering wheel as his blue eyes watched you through the windshield. He was Lena’s uncle, permanently trapped under Janine’s suffocating thumb, but he was entirely transfixed by the life you were providing for his niece. He watched you read to her on the hammock, watched Lena’s genuine, unforced laughter during your front-yard picnics, and felt a profound, heavy ache in his chest. You were giving Lena the soft, peaceful childhood he had been brutally denied. But more than that, the sight of Lena thriving in your care was the only thing soothing his tortured conscience. Andrew carried the horrific, crushing secret that he was the one who had murdered Cath on Smurf's orders. Every time he looked at Lena, the guilt threatened to swallow him whole but seeing her safe, loved, and smiling in your arms made the guilt in his heart fall silent. He was fiercely drawn to your serene, grounded energy, watching from the background like a specter lingering on the edge of a paradise he didn’t deserve to touch.
But the peace couldn't last against the gravity of the Cody family.
Once Smurf was released from prison, she used her money, her connections, and her terrifyingly calculated legal leverage to win custody of Lena back, viewing the girl as Cody property. The day the social worker arrived to collect her was completely devastating. To Lena, this wasn't just a change of address or scenery it felt like the ultimate lost. The abandonment trauma flared up with a violent, agonizing intensity. She truly believed she was being thrown away again. Lena screamed, clutching desperately at your linen dress, her tiny fingers tangling in the fabric as tears streamed down her face, begging you not to send her away. You held her tight, your own heart breaking into a million pieces, weeping as you whispered grounding promises that you loved her, that you weren't abandoning her, and that she was so, so brave. When the car finally pulled away, you stood on your porch alone, looking down at the wooden planter box full of the flowers you had planted together, completely hollowed out by grief.
Back at the Cody Compound, the transition was an absolute disaster. Separated from the only real stability she had ever known, Lena shut down completely before turning her grief into a volatile weapon. She began to act out violently, throwing tantrums that left Smurf’s pristine house in disarray. She refused to eat anything Smurf made, screaming that she only wanted your food, cooked the way you did it. She refused to wear the clothes Smurf bought, demanding her old outfits, and tried to rearrange her new bedroom to mimic the cozy, earthy home you had helped her build and provided. To Lena, the Cody house was a prison of fake smiles and hidden secrets. She locked everyone out, her tiny heart completely hardened by the sudden loss of her foster mother.
The breaking point arrived on a Tuesday morning.
Andrew’s phone buzzed aggressively on the kitchen counter. It was Lena’s elementary school. The principal’s voice was strained and furious; Lena had gotten into very big trouble, escalating a behavioral outburst to the point where the administration had officially expelled her.
Andrew drove to the school in a tense, silent panic. After signing the paperwork and walking a fiercely stubborn, red-eyed Lena out to his car, the silence in the vehicle was suffocating. Andrew pulled out of the parking lot, his knuckles white against the steering wheel as he glanced at his niece in the rearview mirror.
"Lena," Andrew said, his low, monotone voice tight with a mixture of confusion and uncharacteristic gentleness. "Why are you doing this? Why are you acting out like this?"
Lena kicked the back of the passenger seat, her small face contorted in pure, agonizing frustration, the weight of losing her parents and her foster mother she wanted to be with finally bubbling over. "Because everybody leaves me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice cracking as fresh tears spilled over her cheeks. "My mom left, my dad left, and you guys made her leave too! I want my foster mom! She didn't want to run away from me! I want to go home!"
The raw pain and the mention of her mother hit Andrew like a physical blow to the chest. The reality of what his family had stolen from this little girl and his own monstrous role in it nearly choked him. He kept his eyes on the road, his heart hammering against his ribs as they arrived back at the compound. The moment the car parked, Lena bolted inside, refusing to talk to Smurf, Baz, or anyone else, locking herself away in a silent, impenetrable fortress of grief.
Andrew couldn't shake the sound of her scream. The heavy, suffocating guilt he had been carrying since the custody transition finally became too much to bear. He couldn't keep lying to her, and he couldn't let Smurf destroy her the way she had destroyed him. Without going inside or speaking to anyone, he pulled out the driveway and drove blindly toward the neighborhood he had spent months spying on.
He drove past your house, intending to just look, but the sight in your driveway made him slow the car to a halt.
You were standing by the open garage door, surrounded by cardboard boxes. You were slowly, meticulously organizing Lena’s leftover belongings a small pink sweater, a stuffed animal she had forgotten, a few books you used to read to her on the hammock. You picked up one of her small toys, holding it close to your chest, your head bowing as a quiet, profound sadness washed over your features. You looked so beautifully sorrowful, a striking, earthy figure mourning the child who had been ripped from her arms.
Andrew sat in his car, watching the heavy slump of your shoulders, and the realization hit him with the force of a tidal wave. Lena didn't belong in the toxic, criminal crossfires of the Cody Compound. She didn't deserve to grow up surrounded by the lies of Mexico and missing parents. She belonged here. She belonged with you.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, Andrew opened his car door and stepped out onto the asphalt. His massive, towering frame cast a long shadow as he walked up your driveway, his heavy boots clicking against the concrete.
Hearing the footsteps, you wiped your face quickly, turning around with a tight but polite expression. Your eyes tracked the large, intense man approaching you, recognizing the troubled, blue eyes you had occasionally spotted in a parked car down the street.
"Can I help you?" you asked softly, your voice carrying that same grounded, soothing rhythm he had listened to from afar.
Andrew stopped a respectful few feet away, adjusting his jacket nervously, his eyes darting to the boxes of Lena's things before locking back onto yours. "I'm pope," he announced himself, his voice rough but laced with an undeniable vulnerability. "I'm... I'm Lena's uncle. Andrew."
Your breath caught slightly, your eyes widening as you looked at him. "Andrew. I know who you are. I've seen your car."
He swallowed hard, looking down at his boots for a brief second before looking back up, completely baring his guilt. "She's acting out," Andrew confessed, the words pouring out of him in a desperate rush. "She got expelled from school today. She won't eat. She won't talk to anyone. In the car... she screamed for you. She thinks everyone just abandons her." He paused, his chest heaving as he stared at you, the confession tearing at his throat. "I feel guilty. I knew she was happy here. I watched you guys... from the street. I saw the park, and the flowers, and the hammock. I knew she was safe. But I let my mother take her because... because I just wanted her to be with family. I thought it was the right thing. But it's not."
You listened in silence, your maternal heart aching fiercely for the little girl who was suffering miles away under the weight of her family's problems. You looked at this massive, visibly broken man, seeing the genuine, torturous remorse radiating from his eyes.
"I understand, Andrew," you said softly, taking a step closer to him, your earthy, calming aura instantly wrapping around his jagged edges. "I can see you love her, and I know you thought keeping her with blood was what was best. But Lena feels abandoned, and forcing her into a house full of tension is only making it worse. As the adults in her life, we always have to think of Lena's happiness first. The Cody house... it seems too much for a little girl. She needs peace. She needs stability. She needs to know she is wanted."
Andrew nodded slowly, your words settling into his soul like a heavy, undeniable truth. He looked at you one last time, a quiet, resolute spark igniting in his eyes. "Yeah. You're right."
Without another word, Andrew turned around and walked back to his car, leaving your driveway in a hurry. You watched him pull away, entirely unaware of what he was about to do.
Andrew drove back to the Cody Compound with an absolute, unyielding focus. He walked straight through the front door, ignoring Smurf’s voice calling out to him from the kitchen, and went straight to Lena’s room. He knocked softly, opening the door to find her curled up in a ball on the bed, staring blankly at the wall.
"Lena," Andrew said gently, walking over and kneeling by the mattress so he was at her eye level. "Get your shoes."
Lena glared at him through swollen, tear-stained eyelids. "No. Go away."
"I'm sorry," Andrew whispered, his voice cracking slightly as he looked at his niece, his heart aching with the truth he could never tell her. "I'm sorry I let Smurf take you away from the place you loved. I was wrong. Nobody is abandoning you, Lena. Especially not her." He reached out, his large hand hovering over her small shoulder before she let him rest it there. "I'm taking you back to her. I'm taking you back to your foster mom."
Lena’s entire body went rigid. Her wide eyes locked onto Andrew’s face, searching for any sign of a lie. Seeing only absolute sincerity in his blue eyes, a sudden, bright gasp left her lips. She scrambled off the bed, grabbed her shoes, and practically threw herself into Andrew’s arms, clinging to his neck as he lifted her up.
Andrew carried her out of the house, bypassing a stunned, shouting Smurf without a single glance backward, and buckled Lena into the passenger seat of his car.
Back at your cottage, you were still in the garage, slowly taping up a box of Lena's toys when the sound of a car engine pulled your attention to the driveway. You stepped out into the warm afternoon air just as Andrew's car came to a stop.
The passenger door flew open before the engine could even cut out.
"Mama!" Lena’s high-pitched voice echoed across the yard.
Your heart violently hammered against your ribs as you saw the little girl sprint across the grass, her pastel skirt fluttering behind her. A gasp of pure, unadulterated joy left your lips as you dropped to your knees on the lawn, throwing your arms wide open.
Lena crashed into you like a meteor, her small arms wrapping fiercely around your neck as she buried her face into the crook of your shoulder, sobbing tears of pure relief. You pulled her impossibly close, your fingers tangling in her hair, burying your face in her neck as you rocked her back and forth on the grass.
"I've got you, baby, I've got you," you cried softly, your velvety voice thick with emotion as you kissed the side of her head over and over again. "You're home. You're safe. I'm right here. I'm never leaving you."
"I thoughto wouldn'tsee you again. " Lena sobbed into your shoulder, clutching your dress as if her life depended on it. "I knew you wouldn't leave me."
Andrew stepped out of the driver's side, shutting the door quietly. He stood by the hood of his car, his hands tucked loosely into his pockets as he watched the beautiful, chaotic reunion on the lawn. A profound, heavy sense of peace washed over him, the dark, anxious clouds in his mind parting for the first time in years. He had finally broken one of Smurf's rules for the right reasons. He had saved Cath's daughter from the same cycle that destroyed her mother.
After a few long minutes, you managed to calm Lena down, wiping her tears away and giving her a warm, reassuring smile. "Go look at the planter box, Lena. See how much the wildflowers have grown since you've been gone. They were waiting for you."
Lena’s face lit up, the heavy weight of her abandonment completely evaporating. She immediately ran up the porch steps, kneeling by the wooden box to inspect the vibrant petals you had tended to in her absence.
Standing up from the grass, you smoothed down your terracotta linen dress and walked over to where Andrew was standing. Your eyes were still damp with tears, but a brilliant, deeply grateful smile illuminated your face as you stopped in front of him.
"Thank you, Andrew," you whispered sincerely, looking up into his pale blue eyes. "You have no idea what this means. For her, and for me. You gave her her life back."
Andrew shifted his weight, a light, rare flush of pink touching his cheeks at your proximity, completely disarmed by the warmth radiating from you. "She belongs here," he said simply, his voice low, his eyes lingering on your soft twists. "She was dying over there. I couldn't watch it anymore."
You looked back at Lena, who was happily touching the petals of the flowers, before looking back at the massive man standing before you. You could see the lingering sadness in his eyes, the heavy weight of a man who loved his family but knew how destructive they were.
"You did the right thing for her," you said softly, reaching out and gently placing a hand on his forearm. Andrew’s muscles instantly locked up at the touch, but he didn't pull away, his eyes widening as he melted into the soothing warmth of your palm. "And listen to me... you don't have to be a stranger, Andrew. I know you love her, and she needs her uncle. I'm going to help you get official visitation rights with the state so Smurf can't twist this against you. And as far as I'm concerned, you can come see Lena whenever you want." You gave him a playful, gentle smile. "Always call first, though. Give us a little warning."
Andrew stared down at you, his chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm. The offer of a safe, welcoming place in your world a place where he could see his niece thrive and be near the grounded, beautiful woman who had captured his attention felt like a lifeline out of the dark.
"Yeah," Andrew murmured, a genuine, ghost of a smile finally touching his lips as he looked from you to Lena. "I'll call first. Thank you."
Turning back toward the porch, you reached out and took his hand, gently leading the quiet, dangerous man into the peaceful sanctuary of your home, where the wildflowers finally had room to grow.
― Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x earthy!reader (she/her)
― Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, it’s not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI!
― Summary: In which Lewis starts dating an earthy/spiritual girl who just loves nature and good energy.
― A/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛
― A/n2: Since everyone seemed to like the Charles version and I had way too many pics from his piece I did not use, I'm making Lewis' and Mick's versions as well.
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― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x earthy!reader (she/her)
― Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, it’s not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI!
― Summary: In which Mick starts dating an earthy/spiritual girl who just loves nature and good energy.
― A/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛
― A/n2: Since everyone seemed to like the Charles version and I had way too many pics from his piece I did not use, I’m making Lewis’ and Mick’s versions as well.
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