The video is a tomodachi life: living the dream clip where the sea splits open to dramatically display a mii’s favorite food. My Ryland Grace mii is shown looking adoringly at a glowing piece of white bread. Then I say, “son, it’s a slice of white bread.” My brother starts laughing, the screen starts to fade to white, and I repeat “it’s a slice of white bread!” (But I was cut off because I had to shorten the video so it didn’t fade to a dark enough screen that my or my brother’s face was visible in the reflection). That’s the end of the clip.
Hello, your works are a delicacy for the palate. I admire you. I would like to ask you for a Marco the Phoenix X female reader. The reader is Ace Firefist's sister. Despite being the daughter of the pirate king, she gave up wanting to be one and her brothers.
She met Marco one night on an island where she reunited with her brothers. She had been elected vice admiral of the navy. Months later, she no longer responded to Ace's messages asking for a meeting. She completely distanced herself from her brother. The whitebeard pirates soon learned that Ace's sister would be assigned to Maryjoise
Generally, the great whitebeard wouldn't interfere. However, she is the sister of one of his sons and the daughter of Roger, his friend. So, He sent many of his children. They all returned wounded, or seriously wounded. Ace's sister was alone on the ship. He had given them to His crew had the night off so they could go to the bar. When someone arrived
Another white-bearded pirate and his second-in-command only cause me problems and make my bosses work in the navy. He marked his sights. Father said you should have Pirate King Roger's maritime log. The girl laughed. "That exists," looking in another direction while untying her hair. But Marco noticed. The girl's ears turned slightly red. Remembering Ace, telling her that happens when she lies. He approached her, blocking her way.
I'll attack you if you do that," the girl replied. Getting closer and closer to his waist. "I like you," he whispered in her ear. Anyone who saw us in this position would say we had something going on. Parting the girl's legs with one of his own. The girl blushed, pulling away from him. "What are you planning?" the girl asked. "Kidnapping you." "It's a father's order." "You'll go with me." He looked at her resolutely.
At that moment, the door opens behind her. A sailor, her lieutenant commander, the person closest to her, who knows her secrets and secretly supports her heart, quickly attacked Marco. He managed to bring the girl back to her senses and allow her to go on the defensive, and both of them could attack the pirate.
The last thing the vice admiral saw was the figure of her lieutenant commander on the ground.
Marco took her in his arms before she fell. Oh, she'd hit herself even harder.
So we go, grabbing the small book the girl had dropped from her clothes.
Cuando estaba a punto de irse, el teniente comandante empezó a levantarse. Espera... escupiendo un poco de sangre. Tienes razón en mantener a mis hermanos lejos de ella. Es propio de un pirata robar lo que más les importa a quienes robamos. ¿Te arrepentirás de no haberle dicho que la amas? Pisarle la mano para que no tomara la espada. Somos un buen equipo juntos, pero la próxima vez que la veas, será una pirata. Yéndose, dejando al teniente inconsciente.
Please, I beg you, I will send you a little gift of gratitude and bribe. Take care of yourself
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They said blood ties could not be undone.
But you tried anyway.
You were the daughter of the Pirate King. Sister to Portgas D. Ace. Granddaughter of Monkey D. Garp. A Vice Admiral of the Marines.
And, somehow, a traitor to them all.
You hadn’t meant for things to end this way. You had long since given up the dream of becoming a pirate. A childish fantasy burnt out after a youth spent hiding from the world’s expectations. You didn’t want to be a queen of the seas. You didn’t want to be famous.
You wanted control.
And the Navy gave it to you. Order. Discipline. Identity. A world of clean lines and absolute power. It felt safer than chaos, safer than the love that tied you to your past.
But nothing felt as dangerous as him.
You met Marco one quiet evening on an island where Ace had begged you to visit. He had been with the Whitebeard Pirates then, proud and glowing with purpose. And you had gone, just to see him one last time. Your duty called you elsewhere, but family, it had tugged at you, fraying the edges of your resolve.
Marco had been there.
The Phoenix.
He was golden in the torchlight, calm in his quiet power. He hadn’t said much at first. He observed. And you didn’t like how much he seemed to see. But he had a strange way of listening, really listening, as if your every word mattered.
And somehow, in the hush of that night, you shared stories and a flask of stolen rum. He made you laugh. You made him hesitate. Nothing happened. But something started.
And then you left.
For months, Ace sent messages. He asked you to meet. Pleaded. Even Luffy wrote once. But you ignored them all.
You distanced yourself, duty hardening your edges, ignoring the ache in your chest. You told yourself it was necessary. That you were doing the right thing.
That your feelings were a weakness you couldn’t afford.
Then came the orders.
Vice Admiral [Y/N] would be assigned to Mary Geoise for direct Celestial Dragon security detail.
Most pirates wouldn’t dare intervene.
But Whitebeard was not most pirates.
You were Ace's sister. You were Roger's daughter. A silent link in a chain no one was supposed to see. But Whitebeard did.
So he sent his sons.
They came in waves. Some tried diplomacy. Others, infiltration. A few thought they could reason with you.
You repelled them all.
Some left bleeding. Others unconscious. A few barely escaped with their lives. You tried not to think about how it hurt to hurt them.
The name [Y/N] came with bruises among the Whitebeard Pirates.
But Marco?
Marco came last.
It was night when he boarded your ship.
You had dismissed your crew. Ordered them to port. You said you needed peace, and no one questioned you.
The deck was quiet. The moonlight poured silver over the sea. You leaned against the rail, pretending you couldn’t feel the tension building in your spine. Pretending you were alone.
Then, with a soft flutter of wings, you weren’t.
He landed like a whisper. Silent. Controlled.
You didn’t turn.
"Marco," you said softly.
"Vice Admiral," he greeted, his voice low.
You turned slowly, letting your hair fall over your shoulder as you pulled the tie from it. Your fingers trembled only slightly.
His eyes scanned you. Every shift in your posture, every twitch of your jaw. His gaze lingered on your ears, where a faint flush betrayed you.
He smiled faintly.
Ace had told him once: Her ears turn red when she lies.
"There’s a rumor," he said, almost conversational. "That you have Roger’s maritime log."
You laughed. "That thing exists?"
You tried to sound bored, but your gaze flicked away. Your ears deepened in color.
Marco stepped closer.
You stiffened, ready to draw your blade.
He moved with practiced ease, caging you gently against the railing with his arm.
Your heart thundered.
"I’ll attack you if you touch me again," you warned. Your voice didn’t shake. But your hand trembled slightly near your hip.
He leaned close, his breath warm against your ear. "I like you."
You froze.
"Anyone who saw us like this," he murmured, "would say something’s going on."
His knee slid between yours. His body didn’t touch yours, but it hovered so close your skin ached.
"What are you planning?" you asked, voice hoarse.
"Kidnapping you," he said, smiling faintly. "Father’s order."
You shoved him back roughly. The blush on your face had deepened into something furious.
"You think I’ll come willingly?"
He didn’t answer.
Before you could speak again, the door behind you burst open.
"Vice Admiral!"
Your Lieutenant Commander, your most trusted friend, the only one who knew the truth about your past, your fears, your shame, stormed forward, sword drawn.
He saw Marco. Saw your flushed cheeks. Misread everything.
He attacked.
Marco blocked it with one hand, haki flaring as the blade clashed against his.
The moment shattered. You stepped between them, your own blade drawn.
You and your commander moved as one. Trained together. Fought together.
But Marco was something else.
He parried. Dodged. Matched your strikes like wind meeting fire. It was like dancing with a storm.
Then came the strike.
Too fast. Too precise.
Marco caught your commander across the chest. He went down with a strangled cry, blood blooming.
You cried out, but before you could reach him, you stumbled. The blow you took earlier had reopened.
You collapsed.
Marco caught you before you hit the deck.
Your head lolled against his chest. His heartbeat thundered under your ear.
From your hand, a small leather-bound book slipped.
He stooped and picked it up.
The cover was plain. Worn.
But it was real.
So the log did exist.
He turned to leave, carrying you gently, but a rasping voice stopped him.
"Wait…"
Your commander, broken and bloodied, lifted his head.
"You were right… to keep them away. Her brothers. All of them."
Marco turned.
The man spat blood. "It’s what pirates do, isn’t it? We steal what matters most."
Marco didn’t speak.
"Will you regret it, Phoenix? Not telling her you love her?"
The commander reached for his sword.
Marco stepped on his hand before he could grab it.
The pressure made the man cry out, then choke back the pain.
"We were a good team," he said, voice fading. "But next time you see her… she won’t be a vice admiral."
Marco watched him for a moment. Then turned.
He carried you down into the night, the logbook clutched to his chest.
You would wake hours later.
In a place you thought you'd never return to.
The Moby Dick.
To a life you tried to leave behind.
And a man who could no longer walk away from you.
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