Can u do another baby monkey? Like milestones of her growing up with them? Like how would they take care of her when shes keeping them up all night with her crying and if u can show a couple of times where they almost kill her all her milestones growing up with them if possible
Monkey’s Milestones ft ASL and Garp
Pt 1
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"Luffy? Ace? Sabo?" Makino questioned as she opened the door to her cabin, still dressed in her nightwear. Voice slightly raised to be heard over the wailing cries of the baby Luffy was carrying on his arms.
"What are you boys doing here so early?" she mumbled worriedly, attempting to look at the crying baby and the boys over for any signs of injury. However, the sun had yet to come out, denying the world light at such an early hour.
"Dokucha is dying!" Luffy sobbed
"What?!" She exclaimed, immediately picking up the small bundle while ushering the boys inside. Within the light of the small cabin she could finally have a clear view of the four children, worry growing as she took the state the boys have been in, dark circles decorated their eyes and their overall appeareance was alarming; it reminded her of when the boys would return to the Mountain bandits after a day of jumping and fighting wild beasts.
"She's been crying since yesterday and hasn't stopped," Sabo added, a grave tone in his voice.
Makino frowned, shifting her attention from the boys to the small girl in her hands. She noticed small protruding formations, and her relief was palpable as she threw the three boys a smile.
"She's not dying, she's just teething."
"Teething?" Ace questioned. He was not sure of the meaning of the word, but by the reaction the young woman was exhibiting, it seemed it was nothing to worry about, and so for the first time in days, he allowed himself to relax.
"Mmhm, it's perfectly normal for babies to start teething; it means her teeth are coming out," she easily explained as she began to rub Dokucha's Gums.
The infant blinked owlishly at the feeling, pausing her wailing before finally relaxing as Makino rubbed the sore tissue.
"She stopped crying!" Sabo marveled
"She just needed us to ...rub her?" Ace asked incredulously
"It can help soothe the pain from teething, but you can try a few other things. You can give her some things to bite, and apply some cold cloth to her jaw area to help soothe the pain," Makino replied
"So she's not going to die?" Ace asked relieved, receiving a soft giggle from Makino
"No, it's a natural process; we can only try to help her with the pain until the teething stage is over. That being said, how about you three get some sleep?" she asked, frowning at their exhausted state; it seemed that they could not or refused to get any sleep when her sister was in that state.
"We need to take care of Dokucha," Ace hissed.
"Don't worry about her, I will watch her until you guys wake up, okay? Go get some rest, you guys deserve it."
"Thank you, Makino!" Luffy exclaimed, skipping to the bed without being told twice, and the other two followed hesitantly after him.
Makino smiled at the boys, looking down at the girl.
"Those boys really care about you, you're going to grow with some incredible big brothers," Makino giggled as Dokucha babbled to her in return.
“Umm, guys, she’s not drinking her milk,” Sabo mumbled as he continued to try to inch the sucker to the infant’s mouth, frowning as she continued moving her head away with small whines.
“What are you talking about, Sabo? Just push it into her mouth,” Ace called dismissively as he continued looking over their plans for their next heist, with Luffy absently munching on an array of fruits he had gathered.
“I ‘m telling you she’s not taking it!” He snapped back as he finally gave up and put the milk down, looking at the fussy 8-month-old with a scowl, only to wince and jump into action as he saw her lip beginning to tremble.
“H-hey! No, No Dokucha!” he called, fumbling to distract the child to avoid what he knew would be coming next. However, he knew it was meaningless when she went from sniffling to wailing in a span of seconds.
Startled by the sudden noise, Ace and Luffy’s attention snapped to the baby!
“What’s wrong with her!?” Ace yelled, trying to be heard above the girl’s howling and shrieking
“I think she’s hungry, but she won’t take her milk!” Sabo screamed back, hands over his ears.
“What are we supposed to give her then? That's the only thing she eats!” The ravenette snapped back
“Maybe she wants some fruit!” Luffy cut in as he extended an apple to the baby
“You idiot, she can’t eat that!” Ace scowled.
“Huh, Why?”
“She has no teeth!”
“Yeah huh! She has two teeth right there!” Luffy hollered, pointing to the wailing child’s mouth and the two lone teeth on the bottom of her mouth.
“She only has two! You will kill her!”
“Wait, Ace, maybe that's what she needs!”Sabo cut in, taking hold of the apple.
“Are you serious, Sabo?! She will choke!”
“Yes! That's why I will mash it up,” Sabo explained as he placed the apple on a bowl-like stone and began grinding it down with a different rock. When he was satisfied with the result, he approached the crying child and offered her the mashed apples.
As soon as she felt the unknown food being offered, she instantly closed her mouth around it. She took a moment to chew and savor the new food before cooing and reaching for more, which Sabo happily obliged.
“It worked!” Sabo cheered, both he and Ace letting out relieved sighs as Luffy cheered.
Two months had passed since they had successfully introduced food to Dokucha. In the course of those months, she had graduated from not only eating mashed foods but also carefully chopped and even shredded foods, which included, to Luffy’s elation, shredded meat. However, that soon turned into disappointment when the baby showed no particular excitement towards the food. However, she agreed with Ace’s choice of favorite food when she showed favoritism towards the Cherry pie he had acquired in a nearby town; something the oldest would always hold over Luffy. But it was around that two-month mark that she showed another critical milestone.
“Crocodile meat is so yummy!” Luffy exclaimed as he continued to stuff his face with said food
“Ueeeh,” Dokucha babbled, trying to get the boys' attention.Seemingly no longer satisfied with the attention Magra was offering her.
“Oi, Luffy! Give me some of that! Ace scowled, reaching for some of the side dishes the youngest was hoarding.
Dokucha let out a whine, even resorting to banging the small pipe. The three boys had gotten her in order to match their own weapons, but despite the loud banging and whining, the brothers continued their hunger-driven discussion.
“Oi, you two, leave some for me!!” Sabo growled, pushing his way in between the two boys, causing a small squabble between the trio.
Finally fed up, Dokucha let out a small huff, putting her palms on the ground and pushing herself up, leaning on Magra as she stumbled. Once satisfied she could hold herself, she continued to use Magra for support as she took a step forward, and another, and another; eventually switching to Dogra and then Dadan, who sat next to Magra frozen at what they were seeing, as she slowly but surely made her way to the three boys.
Eventually, she managed to make it to the table and behind the squabbling children. Leaning, holding on to the table bench, she raised her pipe, winding it and bringing it down, straight into Ace’s head. The sound of the impact reverberated around the room, causing the room’s noise to halt as everyone turned around to the source.
“Ace!” Sabo cried as Ace slumped to the ground holding his head, slowly glancing at the culprit, his eyes widening along with his brothers as they realized what had just taken place.
“Dokucha?” He mumbled in a pained voice
“She can walk!!” Luffy cheered, jumping up and down in glee, with Sabo still gaping beside him.
“We’ve been trying to get you to walk for weeks, and when you do it, that's the first thing you do?!” Ace growled as he jumped once again. He had also been ecstatic and shocked by her first steps, along with his younger brothers. However, the oldest brother seemed more preoccupied by another first-time occurrence.
“Bah-gah! Eeei!” Dokucha snapped back, waving the pipe around in Ace’s direction
“You little-
“Ah! Wait, ace, she’s still a baby!” Sabo exclaimed, jumping to hold back his brother as he and the youngest engaged in a heated but nonsensical exchange of words
A few weeks had passed, with no particular progress. However, she had been improving her balance more and more with each passing day, especially since the three brothers religiously practiced the skill with Dokucha until she eventually managed to walk on her own without face-planting the floor.
Something that Garp found out on one of his regular checkups: After Luffy had excitedly told her about his feat, he just had to see his granddaughter stand on her feet by her own strength. And see he did, as not only was he witness to Dokucha's walking, but his arrival had excited her to the point that he saw an exciting stunt: running.
The four were relaxing in a small but stunning clearing not far from their treehouse, and Luffy excitedly showcased his latest find to the girl.
"Look, Dokucha! It's a Dandelion!" Luffy exclaimed, gaining the toddler's attention. He made his way closer to him and observed the object with wonder. Watching this, Luffy Grinned and blew it, hitting the baby's face.
Dokucha let out a barrage of giggles, clapping her chubby hands at the soft, ticklish feeling the seeds caused on her body.
Elated at their grandpa's sudden arrival, Dokucha could not help but put her training into action as she willed her legs to approach the man. However, it seemed they did not take her to him as fast as she wanted to, as she soon broke into a clumsy but speedy run, stumbling into the man's hands, whose expression visibly lit up at the event.
"Bwahahaha! There you go, little monkey!" He boomed happily as he raised her up in the sky, his grin growing as she began laughing and reaching for him. Not one to deny his granddaughter, he pulled her to him in a firm but gentle Hug. The girl awkwardly returned the gesture, her chubby arms not reaching very far, resulting in her putting her hands on his chest more than hugging him
It wasn't until another of Garp's impromptu visits three months later that Dokucha would showcase her next memorable feat; when the sight of Dokucha running around more steadfast than in his previous visit had driven him to proudly exclaim that such growth was the beginning of the birth of a legendary marine. It was this statement that would become the catalyst.
"No Way! She won't be a marine!" Ace scowled once he had finished her statement.
"Yeah! She will be a pirate just like Shanks!" Luffy cut in
Wisely, Sabo remained silent and took to watching over the girl who sat on the ground happily playing with the dirt beneath her.
"Like Hell I will let you influence her with Red-Haired stupid Ideologies!"
"Hey! Shanks is not stupid! I will be a pirate just like Shanks!
"Shanks!" Dokucha Cheered, and for the second time in her life, this toddler, barely a year old, had managed to cause the world around her to pause in silence.
"D-Did she just-" Ace stuttered, gaping at the baby girl who clapped gleefully at the word.
"No way..." Sabo muttered
Looking shocked, Luffy stared at the girl before a grin began growing on his face!
"Shishishi, That's right, Dokucha! Shanks!" Luffy cheered, elated that his sister's very first words just happened to be those of his idol.
Garp continued to stare at the girl, aghast, and blood drained from his face. His brain could not decide which emotion to showcase, as fear, anger, sadness, and happiness all scrambled in his mind like a slot machine. He snapped out of this existential crisis when he felt a small soft touch. Looking down, he saw that the toddler had made his way to him without him noticing.
Noticing the conflicted emotions on her grandfather's face and unable to fully understand it, she looked up at him with worry.
The three brothers watched with bated breath as they awaited the older man's reaction. Eventually, the man huffed and grabbed the girl, holding her up with a broad, slightly strained grin on his face.
"Breaking your Papaw's Heart this early, huh?"
Dokucha tilted her head at the words, unable to discern the forced expression on her face and mistaking it for genuine happiness. She giggled and tried to reach for him.
"Papaw!!" she cheered.
His jaw dropped, and he stared at his granddaughter once again. The three young boys watched, stunned, as tears began to sprout from the marine as the biggest grin they had ever seen on the man took place.
"That's right, Dokucha...I'm your Papaw!" He cried hugging her tightly
Ace: pretending to joke So when are you going to go out with me?
Reader: I don't know. When are you going to ask me to?
Marco: And you just ran away?!
Ace: I didn't expect them to flirt back!
(Some crack in the form incorrect quotes. Aces brain goes went error.exe and ran for it lol)
Bless ur soul for the meet cute series 🥴🤭 I go back and reread firestarter like… regularly now
Oh, Anon... *heavy sigh* I'm so, so sorry for the delay. It's quite possible you have already forgotten about this ask since my birthday was back in September *shame! shame! shame!* I still have a few of these to finish, and every time I open my askbox I cringe in shame... Honestly, I had this one practically finished in my WIP pile. It took just a little bit of editing to get it done. If you're still there, I hope you enjoy this with all my heart!
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Amo-te 🔞
Word Count: 2618
Tags: gn!reader; NSFW; MDNI; fluff and porn;
Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.
Summary: After a rowdy night of drinking and games, someone dares Ace to tell you how he feels. Instead, he hands you a note written in Portuguese and tells you that if you find out what it means... you're all his for the night!
Notes: I'm not sure if it's canon or not, but I always see everywhere that Ace is Portuguese. So I wanted to pay a little homage to that and have some fun! Hope you enjoy!
|Masterlist|
You stare at the piece of paper Ace handed you as if the thing has eyes and two heads, then trace the messy handwriting with your fingertip: Amo-te. What the hell? How are you going to find out what that means? You suppose it’s Portuguese because Ace speaks it, but other than a few curse words, he hasn’t taught the crew anything else.
Definitely not that word.
You and Ace have been tiptoeing around your feelings for a while now, clearly interested in one another, but neither brave enough to take the first step. You, because you don’t know if he feels the same way, and he, because he doesn’t feel like he deserves to be loved.
Still, there’s barely a moment when you’re not near or touching each other.
The crew has noticed this, even strangers on the islands you docked at have, instantly assuming you’re a couple before you have to clarify that you’re not. And still, you both pretend not to notice.
Until one eventful evening aboard the Moby Dick, when the drinks are flowing freely, and the games start to become spicier and more daring.
-*-
Earlier…
The dares were getting out of hand. Crewmembers were taking dips in the ocean, drinking more than their fair share; someone even dared Marco to cut a piece of Whitebeard’s mustache off - though Marco took the penalty instead of fulfilling the dare, thank the Gods.
The truths were embarrassing, to say the least. Thanks to them, you’d learned that Vista sleeps naked, Izou cuddles his guns as he’s falling asleep, and you had to endure Jozu explaining - in extreme detail - his routine for what he unfortunately calls his ‘pampering time’.
Which was the dirtiest thing you’ve ever had to hear.
Then it was Ace’s turn to fulfill a dare.
“Tell them exactly how you feel.” Izou dared, pointing at you with a smirk. The ship tilted - not only because you were tipsy, but because maybe you weren’t ready for the truth - and your breath hitched.
Ace seemed to ponder the dare for a while. Then he chugged his drink, scribbled something on a piece of paper, and strode towards you with confident steps, the curve of his smile kissing his freckles.
He handed you the folded paper without breaking eye contact and leaned in. His hair brushed your face, and his breath felt hot against your ear. You swore the alcohol-laden whisper made you drunker than you already were.
“If you find out what it means by midnight, you’re all mine tonight. Don’t forget that.”
-*-
Now…
Amo-te.
What the royal fuck. You can feel Ace's smug smirk burning holes in your skin as he sits against the mast, arms behind his head, still shirtless, even though the weather is turning nippy, because he never gets cold.
You have half a mind to just stride over to him and demand that he tell you what it is, but you know he’ll brag about outsmarting you - someone who thrives on challenges - and how you weren’t able to figure such a simple thing out.
It has to be something meaningful. Why else would he have added the phrase that ‘you’re all his’ if you figure it out? Just the thought has you blushing and biting your lower lip.
You’ve asked some people from the crew about it, Marco seemed to recognize the word, because he snickered and said ‘about damn time’, but then he pretended to be as dumbfounded as you, leaving you with no clue whatsoever. The others were useless.
At dinner, Ace sits next to you, his smug grin growing even smugger as your frustration builds.
“Ready to give up?” He nudges you with his leg, sporting another smug grin, and you growl a ‘never’ at him, then shove food into your mouth, chewing as obnoxiously as possible.
After a while in silence, you sigh, the paper burning a hole in your pocket. “What if I don’t figure it out? Will you still tell me?”
Ace puts down his food and turns his dark eyes towards you. The smugness in his grin vanishes, and there’s only sweetness in his smile now. “Probably.”
“And–” You hesitate as your eyes travel back to your plate, and your ears turn red. “About what you said after…”
Ace’s chuckle is both amused and sultry, and you have no idea how he manages that combination, because it gets your heart racing.
“Sweetheart, that deal’s off if you don’t figure it out…”
Damn it.
“You’re being a tease,” you point out, knowing that both of you have tiptoed around the possibility of turning your friendly relationship into something more carnal whenever you’re at sea for so long, just so you can both take care of your urges, but that never happened.
“And you’re loving it.” He’s not wrong… and that infuriates you.
“Fine!” Resisting the urge to crumple the paper and shove it in his mouth, you finish the last few bites of your food and grab the plate to clear the table. “I’ll figure it out, Fire Fist, and when I do…” Your smirk is nearly unhinged. “You better deliver.”
-*-
The library!
With a smack on your forehead, you make a beeline towards the place, ushering quick apologies when you hastily bump into your crewmates. The ship’s library is not huge, but with Ace here, you’re pretty sure there has to be a book that can help you, or at least give you a hint about what this means.
It takes you all but five minutes to locate a small ‘Common/Portuguese & Portuguese/Common’ dictionary and less than one to realise someone ripped the page that would show you what the word meant.
The curses that come out of your lips next cannot be found in any dictionary.
You slump against a bookshelf and wince when a book falls on your head. Defeat and helplessness wash over you, and you don’t even try to stop the disappointment filling your chest.
Time’s running out.
You know it’s stupid to feel upset about something this small, this trivial, but what if it’s not small or trivial? What if this next step is what both of you need to make things official? You and Ace banter a lot, but there are times when you crave affection instead of jokes; warmth instead of fire; love instead of friendship…
You crave to see Ace’s eyes light up with the same brightness as when he speaks about his little brother. With so much love and devotion and—
His little brother!
Luffy!
You practically fly over the steps, running through the ship, passing by Ace and making a vulgar gesture at him, who only snorts and taps his wrist obnoxiously, shouting ‘tick tock, tick tock’. Barging into a cabin, you thank the heavens above that there’s no one here to report you, because there are stipulated times for using the Den Den Mushis, and their sleeping schedule is not to be disturbed unless there’s an emergency.
Though you’d argue and fight tooth and nail with anyone, claiming this to be a super-duper emergency.
“Come on, come on…” Your feet tap impatiently against the wooden floor, sweat dampening your forehead, as the Den Den keeps ringing. The footfalls coming through the hall can only belong to one man.
A man who has come to collect your shame and make fun of your defeat.
Ace.
“Hello?” A curse and a prayer fall from your lips.
“Hi! Hi! I need to speak with Luffy, please, it’s urgent!” You tell the male voice on the other side your name and add that you met him once before, when you and Ace visited his brother’s ship.
Usopp, having identified himself as such, goes to fetch Luffy, and your foot taps faster and harder. You still have two minutes before midnight. Before you have to admit defeat and… perhaps… lose the chance to turn yours and Ace’s relationship into something more.
The footsteps come closer to the door.
“Luffy!” You sigh in relief when a bright and cheery voice shouts your name on the other side of the line. “Listen, I really don’t have much time to chat, but I need your help, please, please!”
You don’t even wait for his reply. “Your brother gave me a note that says ‘Amo-te,’” you read, praying you got the pronunciation correct. “And I really need to know what it means! Please! Can you help!”
FUCK! Thirty seconds.
“Wow! He said that to you?” Luffy’s laugh accelerates the ticking of the clock as he fills the time with mirth instead of answers.
“Luffy! Please!”
“Alright, alright.” Ten seconds. “But if he said that to you, that means you’re special. Tell him to bring you over another time! We need to—”
“LUFFY!”
Three…
“‘Amo-te’ is Portuguese for—”
Two…
“I love you.”
One.
The door swings open, and Ace stares at you. The silence is so loud you can hear your breaths echoing off the walls. Luffy calls your name, and you hang up without telling him ‘thank you’ or ‘goodbye.’
I love you.
“Do you mean it?” you whisper, your voice sounding both small and hopeful in the same breath.
Ace scratches the back of his head, his usual confident smile nowhere in sight. He opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything, just nods.
Then he takes another step inside the cabin and locks the door behind him. All breath leaves your lungs in a soundless whoosh.
‘You’re all mine tonight.’
You see his throat bobbing up and down and realise that, for once, he seems nervous. Is he dreading your answer?
“Prove it.” A tease. A test. A way to get him to come to you and make good on his promise.
He delivers.
With a groan, Ace takes the step separating you both and crashes his mouth against yours in a move that was long promised. Teeth collide, and you grunt in response. His hands cup your face as your palms find purchase against the planes of his chest muscles. With a nip of your lower teeth, he demands entry, and you open your mouth.
Immediately, his tongue explores.
Everything about Ace feels like fire and smouldering heat. His touch burns, his tongue consumes, and the unholy little noises he’s releasing drive you to the brink of insanity.
Clothes start to fly, and it’s a mercy on the poor Den Dens that some of the articles fall on top of their lazy eyes. At least this way, they’ll be spared from what’s about to happen.
Ace’s tongue relents from your own only to latch onto your neck, down your jaw, tracing your collarbone and your chest. You look down and almost bite your lower lip off trying to stifle a moan at the sight of his length.
“Fuck.”
“I intend to, sweetheart. Let’s get you ready first, shall we?”
Where are his nerves? Wasn’t he nervous just minutes ago? Was it an act? Or is this confidence the act?
Maybe he was just scared of your reaction to his advances.
He dips his hands and strokes, caresses, and teases. His fingers play you like a fine instrument, and your moans are the most wonderful melody. With a smirk, he drops to his knees, taking all your sane thoughts with him as his sinful tongue swirls, sucks, and teases some more.
“Holy. Fuck.” There are no more words in your scrambled brain. Only pleasure. Blinding, hot pleasure.
Your fingers thread through dark locks, and you pull, making him grunt against you, building up heat, pressure, and pleasure until you know you won’t be able to hold off any longer.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs against you, the slight vibrations of his lips on you sending a shudder down your legs and up your spine. “Gotta warm you up, real nice,” he says, and at the same time, he heats up his hands and - somehow - his lips, too.
It’s too much, too consuming, too intense. It’s…
Not enough.
“Ace… Ace… more… I… more…” You’re whining and writhing while he holds you still, tongue lapping, teeth nibbling, and the damn vibrato of his groans and grumbles turning you into a volcano ready to erupt.
“Come for me, love.” And it’s the sensuous last word that completely wrecks you. Your hands grip, entwining with onyx hair as your back arches and your lips part to let out an otherworldly cry of pleasure.
He holds you until you come down from your high, panting, sweating, dripping. Then he rises, all smug confidence again, as he flushes his body against yours, his cock gloriously saluting you, impossibly hot even against your still-feverish skin.
“All tapped out? I said all night… didn’t I?” He licks a drip of sweat from your temple, and you groan again through a pant, trying to even your breathing.
“You said tonight. No specifics.”
“Ah,” he chuckles. “Semantics.” Ace gathers some of your juices on his fingers and teases them around your hole, testing slowly before trying to push one in, only to be greedily suctioned. “Fuck,” he whispers, finally rattled.
“Say it,” you demand. And you know you don’t have to specify what you want, not when it’s something that’s been dangling over your heads for a long, long time now.
“I love you.” Ace’s breath fans your eyelids, and you shudder. Not only from the warm sensation of the gesture, but also because he inserted another finger, stretching you up, opening you up just for him and his massive cock.
“In Portuguese,” you breathe out alongside a wanton moan as he uses his other hand to spread you further so you can take another finger.
“Amo-te.” You said it earlier over the Den Den, but the way the syllables come out of his sinful mouth has you twitching all over his hand.
“Gods above… Ace, I love you, I love you, too.” He can’t seem to hold himself back anymore after that. With a feral groan, he takes your lips again and removes his fingers, smearing his precum over the tip of his cock and holding it steady against your entry.
You part the kiss with a pant as he slides the tip in, head falling back in abandon. “Say it again!”
“Amo-te,” he repeats through pants as he sheaths all the way in with a slow, languorous movement. “I have for a long time—fuck. For a very long time. I never want to let you go, never—fuck.”
You muffle a wanton moan against him as you wrap your arms around his neck, adjusting to his length.
“Me too, me too,” you chant, and he picks up the pace, pulling out slowly then slamming back in until you’re crying out his name between pants. “I love you, I love you, I—”
Ace groans, the tips of his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he angles you just right to take him. You’re already on the brink of ecstasy again, and by the sloppy thrusts and unhinged grunts he’s releasing, Ace isn’t that far behind.
“I love you!” you cry out before succumbing once more to bliss and pleasure.
“Amo-te,” Ace pants between clenched teeth as he pushes through before his own climax. “Para sempre.”
You lie in his arms, limp, drenched in sweat and still trying to catch your breath. Ace’s still buried deep inside you, and you can feel him twitch the last drops of his release. His body feels hotter than usual, sticky to the touch, but oh so divine.
“Ace?”
“Hmm?”
“What the fuck is ‘para sempre’?”
He merely laughs, holding you tighter, closer, as whatever barriers were holding you both back from the forming of this connection crumble, never to rise again.
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Guys. I know it's been *ages* but work is kicking my butt and taking away my will to write at the moment. (Thanks, science. No, it's great, please ruin all my hobbies for me).
Thanks for all of you who were waiting and encouraging me to continue. <3 The name for reader!Kitty is not yet fixed, if you have a preference, let me know in the comments!
And now, without further ado:
Find part 1, part 2 and part 3, if you want to read the beginning of this. =)
Word count: 3.4k
Warnings: Still SFW. Just naked butts. Pretty safe, I think?
Characters: Ace, Marco & Thatch… and cat!reader :D and Pops appearing, too!
The Stowaway Series, Part 4: Karma
You sat there, just watching them with zero thoughts in your brain for a couple of moments. Two grown pirates – one with a bounty of well over a billion, the other still with a respectable bounty of over half a billion – as they splashed each other with water and bubbles alike. Half-naked, of course, because none of them was wearing a shirt anymore.
What was this?! A Coca-Cola commercial?! What kind of freak pirate ship had you ended up on?!
You blinked slowly, your drenched fur slowly dripping water and making a puddle around you. A bubble slid down your nose and made you sneeze.
Or, perhaps, this was the male version of pillow fights…?
Somehow, right then a bucket smacked Ace right in the face and you thought that you probably preferred the more traditional pillow fights. Like, the ones that didn’t break your nose or anything. Not that Ace seemed to have any problem – if anything, it was the bucket that seemed rather worse for wear now. Slightly deformed, very much melting.
You instinctively ducked when a piece of soap came sailing towards your head and thanked your feline reflexes for saving you from looking like a Persian cat. You shuddered at the thought and slowly, one by one, your brain cells blinked back into existence. This brought with it the revelation that you were absolutely drenched and dripping wet, still bubbly, and very much in need of a proper rinse.
It did, however, also come with the realization that those two were currently pretty distracted and for the first time, you weren’t held by a half-naked man, surrounded by pirates, or incapacitated by water. This, you happily noted, was your chance to get out of here and find a place to hide away with your ninja-like skills. A place that was…-
“Did those two boneheads just abandon you like this, kitty?” the voice connected to the two hands that picked you up cooed at you.
Okay, so your perception wasn’t the greatest at the moment. So what?! You’d been through a lot, okay?!
With a deep, deep sigh, you just hung there in those hands that had closed around your ribcage, not even bothering to fight anymore. You were so done with this shit.
1/10 stars. Do not recommend. Service personnel is pretty hot but ultimately fails at its job.
“Shall we finish the job, hm? Maybe by the time we’re done, Marco will have scrubbed that feral little raccoon clean, too,” Thatch murmured and you were taken over to the shower he had just occupied.
And then… with a start… you remembered that he had been in exactly that shower like a moment ago and he’d been utterly naked. You also remembered that you had visually confirmed only minutes ago that he had a fine ass and the rest of his anatomy had also been pretty convincing.
On the one hand, for the sake of your modesty, you should be very concerned with the fact that he was probably still naked and you were about to enter a shower – also fully naked because you didn’t really count fur as clothes – with a man you had met less than an hour ago.
Had he saved your life? Yes.
But still. You were a good girl. (Or at least that’s what you usually told yourself. Most of the time.) You didn’t climb into showers for some naked and very splashy adventures until you were reasonably sure you’d actually end up having a good time.
On the other hand… you twisted in his arms and threw a curious glance down his front, your tail twitching in interest. If the rest of his body was any indication, he’d be…
Awwww. Covered with a towel.
“Miss Kitty, have a seat,” Thatch said and placed you on top of a little stool. You blinked up at him, not fully unsatisfied with the treatment. For one, he was being polite, and additionally, he had basically perched you on a little throne. Yes. Yes. This was acceptable.
Happy to hopefully get rid of the surplus bubbles you generously offered him a paw, somewhat ignoring the fact that you were supposed to be a simply stray cat, and he took it with a chuckle and started to rinse it clean.
“Or should I call you Lady, hm?” he asked and kneeled down next to you, very carefully washing all the remaining shampoo from your fur as you glanced down at him regally.
Admittedly, this didn’t feel too bad, you had your little perch, a pretty damn good-looking guy kneeling in front of you and basically giving you the finisher of a spa treatment…
Maybe you’d actually give them like… 5/10 stars after all.
Within a couple of minutes, you were actually pretty much clean and he turned off the water and stroked you with long, even movements to squeeze the water out of your fur. It felt quite heavenly, to be honest, and you might actually have started to purr a bit again…
Of course, you just couldn’t have nice things, could you?
Because this was when the door banged open – you were pretty sure some tiles cracked at the impact, and a freaking giant entered the room. And not to be dramatic… but he barely fit through that damn door and by your very modest estimate, it was probably four meters high. You started to look up along the legs. And looked up. And up. And.. still up.
When your gaze landed on a bare chest – what the fuck else, this ship apparently suffered from a severe cloth famine – you noticed enough scars to supply a full battalion of soldiers. And as it traveled even further up, you noticed a white captain’s coat slung over wide, wide shoulders. And as it finally reached a face, ducking in below the doorframe, you saw a white beard.
A.
White.
Beard.
You made a gurgling sound as all the air in your lungs suddenly rushed out of your body and you went first stiff, and then hot, and then felt the fur all along your body desperately trying to puff up against the forces of the remaining wetness in your fur.
Oh no. Oh no no no. This was Whitebeard. The legendary Whitebeard. The guy who’d fought the Pirate King and lived to tell the tale.
“I’m hungry,” he said by way of greeting, “and the boys told me to come here.”
The pressure in the room was almost overwhelming and your feral instincts kicked in before a single brain cell could so much as put a word in in favor of reason. He’d eat you. He’d fucking eat you. He was Edward Newgate, the famous Whitebeard. They’d cleaned you up to serve you to their bloodthirsty captain who ate babies and cute kittens for breakfast!
With a battle scream, you exploded out of Thatch’s hands onto the floor and barely managed to land on your feet in your blind panic. In a feat of pure elegance, you somehow tripped over your own tail only one step further, resulting in you face-planting on the floor for about 0.1 seconds, because that was all the time you allowed yourself to waste. Digging your claws into the tiles, you pushed off and actually propelled yourself onto the wall, just below knee height for the giant between you and survival. If you hadn’t been so busy not getting eaten, you’d have complimented your athleticism.
“What the…-,” Thatch managed to say by the time you took the second long leap towards the door.
You’d manage. You were swift. You were like the wind.
“Flight risk!” Ace screamed when you did your third leap and pushed himself off the floor to rush after you. Fate was in your favor. His foot landed on a bar of soap, his eyes widened comically, and his leg was pulled out from under him as he slipped. You’d have appreciated the beauty of it, probably, the arch his body described as his ass went up and his upper body went down and he landed – hard – on first his shoulders and then his head. You heard something crack and faintly hoped it wasn’t his head. It was pretty.
“Not so fast-yoi!” Marco chuckled as he plucked you out of the air in your fourth leap without breaking a sweat, wrapping a towel around you at the same moment. “And here I thought you were getting used to us.”
There was a select choice of words on the tip of your tongue. Among them were several that were connected to a certain part of his anatomy and the places he could shove it. You were not gonna be eaten! You’d scratch their eyes out! You’d carve your name into their faces! You’d fight until your last breath!
You had claws! You were a ferocious tiger, no matter how small! You had the devil’s power…! You… fucking… couldn’t get out of the towel!
“Now, what’s that?” Whitebeard asked, his tone rather surprised than particularly hungry.
“A cat,” Thatch answered helpfully and ambled closer, toweling his hair dry as he walked.
Maybe that was the problem. Maybe you should turn back into your human form to show them that you were not a cat and therefore, should not be eaten. Perhaps you should declare that you were not a virgin, either, just to be absolutely sure that they wouldn’t think you were useable for any sort of ritual or for feeding to the giant or…-
No. No. That was dragons. Dragons ate virgins.
What did giants eat?!
“I can see that,” Whitebeard answered, somewhat exasperated, and ducked lower to get a better look at you while you were fighting to get out of the towel. Your claws sliced through the cloth like a hot knife through butter and yet you just couldn’t get free. You shot a wild look at the giant captain.
You were no more than a snack for him. Surely, you weren’t even worth the effort!
But maybe it was no effort. He’d swallow you whole. Like that famous whale at the start of the Grand Line, that supposedly swallowed ships whole. You fought with renewed ferocity and Marco clicked his tongue at you, fighting to keep you under control.
Ace slowly tried to get up again, clutching his hands to the back of his head. “Ouch.”
He was still alive, then. Good. At least you thought it was good…? Perhaps…? At least you hadn’t gotten any cat-eating vibes from him.
The sounds of fabric ripping below your claws announced how close you were to freedom and Marco cursed under his breath, juggling you from one hand to the other to avoid giving you a chance to latch onto one of his fingers.
“Is anybody going to tell me why there’s a cat?” Whitebeard asked finally, his tone surprisingly even.
“It’s our new cat,” Ace said, rubbing at the back of his head. There were tears in his eyes as he tenderly felt around for the quickly forming bump.
“Our cat?” Whitebeard prompted, slowly sounding less patient.
“Yes,” Ace confirmed. “Spot.”
You sank your teeth into a piece of towel and ripped at it, glaring up at Marco, who reached for a second towel, frowning. “She doesn’t have a single spot-yoi.”
“I see lots of spots,” Ace muttered and blinked slowly. “I knew it all along. The soap almost killed me. Told you it causes more harm than good.”
“Your head is way too hard for that. You’re fine. Also, I think Whiskers is a far better name,” Thatch threw in.
Personally, you thought they were both pretty shit. With a low growl, you twisted in Marco’s hands, managed to graze his index finger with one fang, and then were rolled into a second layer of towel. You didn’t feel entirely unlike a burrito.
Heh. A Purrito.
You were hilarious, even when you were 5 seconds away from being eaten. But you were not about to give them any ideas.
“Would you stop that?” Marco asked you with a sigh. “It’s just Pops-yoi.”
“Fluffy?” Ace suggested and slowly came to his feet. Even upside down and pretty sure something horrible was about to happen you could appreciate that the drops of water glittering on his skin and slowly sliding down his very defined abs made him look fine as hell.
“Killer,” Marco threw in and you glowered, wiggling yourself forward and out of the towel wrapped around you millimeter by millimeter. You were still contemplating the idea of turning back into a human – both to be able to think straight again and to maybe tell them that you wouldn’t stand for such ridiculous names. Ah, and the detail to please not eat you or do something else horrible.
Thatch leaned forward and booped your nose. You snapped your jaws at him but he was too quick for you, you didn’t even manage to nick him. “Catness Everclean,” he happily suggested and you couldn’t help it, you rolled your eyes.
So he read those types of books, huh? Probably also read romance novels and smut. You scoffed.
“Boys…,” Whitebeard said with a tone that you knew pretty well from your father. It was the tone he used when he was down to his last nerves and he was between giving you up for adoption and accepting his hand in making you the person you were. Your ears twitched.
“Can we keep her?” Ace asked, slowly coming closer, one eye squeezed shut and with one hand still at the back of his head.
“I don’t think…-,” Whitebeard started.
“Look how cute she is!” Ace immediately continued and grabbed you out of Marco’s arms. Still covered in one layer of towels, plus a few stripes of the first one. You tried to twist but his grip didn’t give an inch.
His effort was admirable, really, but with only your face visible in the layers of towels, and your eyes almost popping out of your head from the effort of fighting for freedom, you probably looked more deranged than cute.
“We already have a dog,” Whitebeard answered slowly.
You hissed, sounding somewhat suffocated. Probably due to the lack of air in your lungs at this current moment.
“Somehow, she reminds me of Ace-yoi,” Marco muttered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Is she trying to kill us? Sure. But in a slightly deranged and yet charming kinda way. You can’t really be mad at her. It’s cute, in a way.”
For that, he got another hiss. Sadly you couldn’t give him the middle finger right now. Which was probably good, you reminded yourself, he was an evil pirate, after all.
“Lady Floofiness,” Ace said as if he had heard nothing. When he tried to kick Marco who stood beside him, the older commander simply moved out of his way. “Once she’s dry, you can see for yourself. She’s really pretty and very, very gentle.”
Okay. You were pretty happy he hadn’t cracked his skull open. He was pretty cute. Plus, he probably wouldn’t let you get eaten. You hoped. At least he was your best shot in this room.
Marco snorted a laugh. “Gentle? She tried to amputate my finger. Again.”
“You held her wrong,” Ace hissed under his breath. “You need to support her…-“
“Butt. I know-yoi,” Marco answered with a shake of his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
What was this fascination with your butt?! You had a pretty great one, sure, but in your human form. That you were not about to show them. You had decided so. Perhaps your animal instincts had been a bit overwhelmed by the giant standing at the door, but you slowly lost the fear of somebody wanting to eat you.
Or perhaps you were just going numb. Whichever one.
You squinted up at Whitebeard, who was looking at you with a frown. His beard twitched as he regarded you and you quickly reversed direction and instead of trying to get out of the towel, you buried yourself deeper into it, away from his prying eyes.
“Stefan might not like it,” he finally said.
“He likes Kotatsu just fine,” Ace countered. “And she’s much smaller, won’t take up any space. She can sleep in my cabin.” He started to slowly unwrap you and you grabbed one corner of the towel and tried to hold onto it, suddenly not desiring freedom so much. Freedom meant having no barrier between you and those piercing eyes.
You were still holding onto the towel desperately when two giant fingers grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and picked you up. Gulping, you winced when your body went limb, suddenly unable to do anything but stare at the giant man who had picked you up. He held you in front of his face and you held your breath. This was it. This was the end.
He opened his mouth and you squeezed your eyes shut.
Goodbye, cruel world. I’m leaving you today.
“Stefanie,” he said then and you slowly opened one eye back up.
A brief moment of silence, then Thatch cleared his throat and Marco shuffled his feet, searching for words. Ace was less polite. “That’s a shit name, old man,” he blurted out.
“Fluffy isn’t much better,” Thatch murmured and Ace shot him a glare.
“Says the man who suggested Catness Everclean-yoi.” Marco crossed his arms in front of his chest and shook his head.
“Yeah, and Killer as a name for a teeny tiny fluffy cat clearly wins a prize for creativity,” Thatch shot back.
Marco shrugged. “We can also call her Calamity Jane, seeing as how she made Freckles almost crack his head open, made you bleed for the first time in, what, four years? And has actually managed to nick my skin here.” He lifted a finger with a frown and you could see a tiny drop of blood there for a moment before blue flames engulfed it and it was gone in the next moment.
Thatch, who saw the sparkle in Ace’s eyes, quickly shook his head even as he took a look at his forearms and registered with some surprise that you had indeed managed to scratch him. He dabbed at it with the end of his towel, still shaking his head. “Absolutely not.”
“I think it’s cool,” Ace weighed in and came to stand just below you, holding his arms out expectantly. You curled your tail around yourself and hoped that you’d indeed be handed over again. Ace was the one who held you in the most comfortable way – by far!
To be fair, perhaps you hadn’t given Marco much of a chance with your little panic attack.
But that was hardly your fault. You were in a room with Edward Fucking Newgate, also called Whitebeard. Also having the highest bounty in the whole of the fucking world. You were pretty sure a little panic was justified.
“You just like it because it fits into your little card naming scheme. Ace. Spade Pirates. Spadille. Calamity Jane,” Thatch accused him and when Marco raised an inquisitive eyebrow, he shrugged. “Queen of Spades? Calamity Jane?”
“Oh,” Marco made and rubbed at his chin. “Then no.”
“Hey!” Ace snapped and lifted himself on his tiptoes to reach for you.
You honestly shouldn’t feel so relieved at the guy heartily grabbing your butt, but at least Whitebeard let go of the scruff of your neck and you dropped into Ace’s outstretched hands. Gulping down a shiver – not quite successfully – you were happy when he brought you close to his chest again. Especially since he didn’t seem to mind that you were still wet.
“I haven’t said yes yet,” Whitebeard reminded them with a sigh. “At least I know now why they were all snickering like idiots when they sent me here.”
“You also haven’t said no yet,” Ace reminded him with a grin and started to stroke you with long, calming movements. Eyes unblinking and brain simply overloaded thanks to the last hour, you lay there against his chest and contemplated whether this was karma. Whether perhaps you had stolen one too many times from the rich and given to the poor. Mainly you, actually. But you were poor.
Ugh. You needed a cocktail with lots of rum and a cigarette.
I know you guys really want Halo headcanons but the best I got right now is some headcanons on how I believe halo boys act (so pretty much my own headcanons), right now I’m simping over Josh and Ace so headcanons
Disclaimer: These headcanons are just how I perceive the incubi, and it’s an implied female reader
JOSH
> Has the goth boy aura/appearance around him, but really, he’s a soft baby
> Despite being an incubus, he really only has a strong craving for you; the only time he has sex with others is when job calls
> Josh always tries to act like a big bad dominant boy when you’re around - lots of dirty whispers, giving you those lustful eyes… it all comes crashing down once you start to fire back
> This boy is so used to his charms working on others that it never struck his mind that you won’t be so easily swayed; you’re able to get him so flustered at a simple witty flirt
> Clingy with you, always dying for your loving attention
> His favorite pastime to do with you is watching shitty horror movies and terrible k-dramas, at the end of them you’re always a tangled mess of limbs
> Sometimes Josh snores while you both sleep… it can get loud enough to require ear muffs; he’s always wondering when the hell you got them on
> Please… hug him. He loves hugs, he’ll love you forever when you hug him.
> Oh god he loves cuddles too… CUDDLE HIM (can be a big spoon or little spoon, up to you)
> You guys make out a lot, but for some reason you guys always choose to make out in the nearest closet
> When you guys decide to do the do, Josh doesn’t like to admit it but he adores being a bottom
> You guys must cuddle at the end of it, no buts.
ACE
> Motherfucker is so tall you can’t even kiss him till he bends down
> Quality boyfriend material; knows how to pleasure you while also making you feel comfortable
> Because of his height, he’s able to carry you around on his back and get a view of the scenery
> Honestly just loves to take walks with you in the human world, maybe a picnic once in a while
> Ace can be a dominant and possessive boyfriend when he wants to be, and with his intimidating height and pissed aura, it doesn’t take much for other demons to scurry away
> Alternatively, he can use his charms to lure them closer… then rip them to shreds
> He’s not too much into violence though, so it’s not often you see that side of him
> Plus, it’s hard to actually get him jealous since he himself is an incubus and fucks people on a daily, but there are certain things that make him tick
> This man prefers to keep his hair spiked so he doesn’t like you touching it during business hours, but when you both wake up in the morning, you can go crazy with it
> Sex galore, an amazing top; somehow knows what hes doing (doesn’t mind being a bottom though if you so desire)
> Likes wrapping you both in blanket burritos just so you’re close to his chest
> Absolutely LOVES IT when you sit on his lap; he can bombard you with kisses, cuddles, huggles, snuggles, and so much more ;)
This idea has been bouncing around in my head for awhile and now due some events recently have decided to write. Here we go the Reader is a reaper and the setting is Marineford… (Also a small cameo from Danny Phantom)
Y/N walked down the Pearly white halls with their fellow reapers towards the portal that would transport everyone to the place of were the soon to be reaped souls where. “It’s going to be a big harvest today” said your fellow reaper a White haired male named Danny;he was already ready in his Black reaper cloak holding his scthye in one hand and a rolled up scroll in his other. The name of the soul or souls he was to reap today. “Tell me about you replied Apparently it’s a war today ; can’t mortals go one with killing each other and respecting their lives for once”! Danny just shrugged “they say it’s not in their nature plus if they didn’t we be out of a job” he smirked “true” you answered him.
He than turned from you and walked through the portal and with a quick a shout of “see you on the battlefield “ disappeared. Sighing you pulled your gray cloak from the rack and wrapped in around yourself . Grabbing your scthye you walking to the desk where a hooded figure was handing scrolls to the reapers that came by. “Your assignment” the figure said handing you a scroll “ you’re lucky it smirked one soul for you today” Not really paying attention you walked away and trough the portal recounting the rule to yourself. When your scroll burns and the name fades away that was when you reap the soul; and take them back to the halls of justice to be placed in the correct afterlife.
Unrolling the scroll you looked at the name you had to reap. In bright gold letters the name was Portgaz D Ace.
I have this request for ASL where one day garp came over and introduce them to a newborn baby girl he found on one of the abandoned ships he decides to adopt her and leave her with dandan and asl and they boys got attach to her especially luffy they decided when they were gonna run away to live in the treehouse, they decided to take the baby. Can you just show milestones of her growing up with them? Like how would they take care of her when shes a newborn. Infant and toddler like her keeping them up all night with her crying and if u can show a couple of times where they almost kill her If you could give her a name, something luffy would give like joy or something all her milestones growing up with them if possible
Baby Monkey ft ASL brothers
pt 2
A/ Ahhh ong I was so excited to write this but now I ‘m kinda nervous. I hope you like it Nonnie I know you’ve been waiting for a hot minute so hope it was worth the wait 🙏🏽 please let me know what you think
Reader here is replaced by dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers!
Consider buying me a coffee!
Over in Mt. Colubo, in a small Cabin hidden among the trees, chaos could be heard from the inside as the bandits residing there happily ate a meal freshly hunted. Along with them were three children who were the culprits of the chaotic atmosphere. The three chatted excitedly about their future pirate crews, the chat soon becoming a banter as the three tried to one-up each other; until the unexpected arrival of a familiar marine filled all the inhabitants with a feeling of dread.
“G-grandpa, who’s that?” Luffy questioned as he rubbed his head and lifted himself slightly after being beaten to the ground by said man, along with his brothers. In the arms of the man sleeping soundly despite the violence he had just delivered, lay a baby, dwarfed by Garp’s build
“This is… Monkey D Dokucha, your sister,” he replied, grabbing the baby by her underarms and dangling her in front of the three shocked boys.
“Hah?!” Luffy gaped
“Another one?!” Ace exclaimed, uncertainly looking at the awakening baby.
“She will be your responsibility from now on, you too, squirt,” he called, glancing at Sabo as he put the baby in his arms, freaking out the blond.
“You can’t just leave us with a baby. We’re not taking care of it, Old man!” Ace yelled, pointing at the infant, incredulous at the news.
“You will,” Garp growled, punching Ace down for his comment.
“She’s so tiny,” Luffy commented approaching Sabo, tilting his head at her babbling. Her chubby arms stretched out, attempting to grab one of the boys. Curious, Luffy extended his own hand, watching as the baby grasped his fingers, babbling seemingly satisfied.
“She’s 6 months old; give her a few months, and she will double; it’s your job to turn her into another fine marine.”
“Huh??” But we’re not gonna be marines; she’s gonna be a pirate just like us!” Luffy protested, pulling his finger off, much to her displeasure, and turned to the man, determination on his face.
“Shut up, Luffy,” Ace hissed, still on the ground attempting to recover from the hit.
"Oh, Ho? Seems you three are in need of some good cadet drills" he called slamming his fists together with a mischivious but irked grin on his face as he looked down at them; the boys, feeling as their souls had been sucked out inmeddietly made a run for it.
"HAHA, Take this!" he called, easily throwing a punch Ace's way, which he managed to barely avoid, causing the man to destroy the tree behind him instead. He easily recovered and sent another punch, sending Ace sprawling to the ground again.
"Here we go!" he cackled, taking out Luffy next and sending him to slumber land with Ace. Then, with an evil glint in his eye, he turned towards Sabo.
"Wait, Wait!" Sabo exclaimed, holding Dokucha in front of him. The baby babbled confusedly in response.
"You'll hurt the baby," he cried out, attempting to reason his way out of a beating, letting out a sigh as the man let out a hum and lowered his fist.
"This should last her a while," He announced, pulling a small bag from who knows where and dropping it at Sabo's feet.
"Well, that's enough training for today. Be prepared, I won't go easy on you tomorrow!" He waved off as he turned around, walking deeper into the forest and out of sight from the blonde.
"T-That was going easy?" Sabo muttered.
"Old man is a monster," he shuddered, looking at his brothers' unconscious bodies and then at the baby in his hands, which seemed to have been used to the harsh movements and chaos as they appeared unaffected by the events that had just transpired.
"Mah-mah-mah." The baby babbled with a smile, attempting to mimic the boy.
"Can't believe you're related to him."
"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you, but we seem to have lost our parents. C-could you give us some help?" Sabo muttered, face pinched in worry.
"Hmm?" a man muttered, turning to the voice. His eyes widened as he spotted the preteen with the infant on his arms.
"Oh! My!" Hearing this his wife next to him gasped, and she, too, took them in.
"Oh! You must be so scared," she cooed bending down, a frown on her face, her lace umbrella giving the three of them much-needed shade from the scorching sun, giving a slight smile as the baby gurgled.
"Y-Yeah! But I have to be brave for my little sister, so I can't cry!" Sabo exclaimed, his gaze lowering momentarily to spot Luffy and Ace inching towards the couple's pockets.
"Oh! Such a responsible young man!" The man praised
"Come with us! I'm sure your parents are somewhere around here!" the woman exclaimed, beginning to straighten herself and turn around, much to Ace's and Luffy's horror.
"Actually!" Sabo hurriedly pushed out, gaining her attention
"What is it?" she worriedly questioned, unaware of the valuables that were currently being taken from them.
"Well, I was hoping you could point me in the direction of the market. My mom said that was where we were headed!" he improvised, watching as Ace gave him a thumbs up and made his way out of view.
"Oh! Of course, dear. You just have to go straight down and turn to your right; you will be able to see the market as soon as you turn."
"Alright! Thank you," he thanked her as he backed away from the couple
"Of course! Take care of your sister, alright?" She waved off.
"Heh!" They were packed, Ace exclaimed, shaking a bag of berries once the three of them had made their way back to the treehouse.
"I told you this would work! No one can say no to a baby!" Sabo grinned, scanning the different jewelry they had managed to take.
"Our sister is awesome, shishsihi," Luffy laughed, stretching his cheeks to unnatural proportions of the infant sitting in front of him.
Dokucha let out a string of laughs, happily clapping her hands at the boy's antics, gaining the attention of the other two boys.
It had been only two months since the youngest Monkey was dropped; Surprisingly, it was Sabo who had convinced the other two, though Luffy didn’t need much convincing, that perhaps having her around wasn’t as bad as they had initially thought. He recognized that it would be hard at first, but his heart had already melted the first time she was placed on his arms. Such a small creature; she looked so worry-free, laughing gleefully at the chaotic atmosphere the three naturally created. He couldn’t help but want to protect the freedom that she had at that moment, not having to worry about nothing but being able truly free.
Luffy was quite happy to have Dokucha with them. He loved his brothers, but they had little patience for his antics, something that Dokucha welcomed every time, greeting the boy with gleeful screams every time he interacted with her. He could always count on her being happy to see him after a frustrating training session, pent off stress from his body not moving like he wanted, melted off his body the moment the babbling girl crawled her way to him.
Ace. Ace had been the last one, and it had taken weeks of convincing from the other two to even attempt to bond with the girl. Whereas Luffy and Sabo saw someone free and carefree, he just saw a burden, someone who could fall over if the breeze hit the wrong way. It had taken an anger-filled day after a failed heist; craving for attention, the girl had climbed her way into his lap, and his rage had just paused. She looked at the girl in shock as she prodded him curiously; he was a goner after that.
“Dee! Dee!” She exclaimed happily, pointing at Luffy.
“Shishishishi that’s me! Monkey D Luffy!”
“Hah! That’s nothing. Look at this. Come here, Dokucha!” Ace called, watching as the infant lit up and crawled towards him. Eventually, she lifted herself up to her feet to reach him faster, only to fall as she lost her balance, her legs still not developed enough to support her weight. Thankfully, she was close enough, and Ace had managed to catch her before she fell, pulling her into his lap.
“C’mon, say my name!”
“Bah-bah?”
“No! Ace! Ace, A-C-E,” he pronounced slowly
“Eeh eeh!” She mimicked patting her legs as she did
“Good job! See! Says my name much better right Dokucha?” he called with a cocky grin to Luffy
“Ah!”
“Hah? No way! Mine was much Clearer!” Luffy growled
“She’s not even saying your name, she’s saying your middle letter; I have it too!” Ace scoffed out
“That’s what she calls me!” He shot back
Too involved in their argument, the two failed to notice as Dokucha crawl her way off Ace and closer to Sabo, who welcomed her with a tight hug. He began tickling and laughing along with her.
“Bo!Bo!” She cheered, catching the brawling boys' attention as they looked at Sabo and the infant with wide eyes. Luffy was the first to pipe up
“That’s not fair!” He whined, crawling his way to the baby, a frown on his face.
“Why do you say his name?” He questioned
Dokucha, seemingly taking offense at the words, stumbled out of Sabo’s grasp and faced Luffy.
“Bah-gah-bah!” She babbled out, a frown on her chubby face.
“Nuh uh! You should be saying my name!”
“Dee-gah-gah,” she yelled back, aggressively waving her finger in his direction
“No!! Luffy! Not D; Luffy!” Luffy protested, fists at his side as he grew more annoyed as she blew raspberries at him.
“You can’t talk to me like that! I‘m your big brother!”
Ace and Sabo could only watch with sweatdrops as the 7-year-old continued to have a full-blown argument with an infant he somehow understood.
