#thatch one piece fic

[spitfire-of-the-sea]

The Stowaway Series, Part 4: Karma

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.

And you didn’t even smoke.

#kitty!reader #stowaway series #reader x one piece #reader x Ace #reader x Marco #reader x Thatch #whitebeard crew #marco the phoenix x reader #ace d portgas #crack fic #kitty needs a cocktail after this #I feel like the others were funnier v.v #I hope it's not too boring for y'all!

[jars-artcollection]

scene from a fic i'll probably never finish

#one piece #blackleg sanji #its thatch btw. i read a fic once where it was mentioned that he knew zeff and now the hc cant leave my head #my art #described #reblog > like

[sakata-d-ace]

I updated “I read the newspaper,” originally this was going to be the last chapter with an scene of just Sabo and Ace however that did not happen so im yet to write the final chapter lol

Ace finally learns the reason why he never heard of Sabo even though the man was alive going around the world and he feels bad, really bad, for punching Sabo

#one piece #portgas d ace #sabo #one piece sabo #chief of staff sabo #revolutionary sabo #portgas ace #ace one piece #one piece ace #asl brothers #thatch #thatch one piece #one piece thatch #fanfic #fandom #fan fiction #fan fic #fan fic update #fan fic writing #fan fic author #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author #ao3 writer #ao3 link

[nobody-is-here01]

Pt 6 of my crappy art

Luffy and Sabo

Luffy in Katakuri's teacup

Thatch will not tolerate any Luffy slander

#one piece #my art crap #fic : where my sunshine goes #ignore the quality #Thatch hair is impossible #my art lol

[afterdeck-ace]

Whitebeard Pirates Week - Day 2: Saying goodbye

It's a list of regrets no-one's ready to write. Bullet point after bullet point of sad "if only" and bitter "I should have".

It's pointless. The kind of mental torture that offers you no way out, no absolution. It's a spiral as vicious and unpredictable as those whirpools that used to trouble the New World waters. It's so easy to get stuck and to sink deep, deep and deeper still. Until you're alone in the dark depth with nothing but that crushing pressure inside your chest.

Marco knows.

He lived through so many of those shipwrecks already. He learned the rhythm of that particular tide called Grief. The ebb and flow of despair.

He witnessed the remains of it in his brothers' eyes.

Behind Izou's bravado in front of Pops, Oden on the verge of drowning and his home country growing smaller and smaller in the distance. And in the way he'd fix the horizon, years later, quietly admitting to the missed farewells with his sister and all those words left unsaid, still sticking to the back of his throat.

Behind Thatch's poorly hidden flinches his first few weeks on board. And in that mournful haze that clung to his shadow each time they celebrated birthdays.

Behind Ace's anger-stoked fire. And in his inability to relent, to let go, to give up.

Behind the heaviness of Namur's footsteps on Moby's deck after hours spent undersea.

Behind Haruta's quiet violin recitals to the setting sun. And in his nostalgic smile every time he deciphered a new partition.

Marco saw. Silent witness to all those moments and memories that caught them unaware, threw them off-balance.

You grew sea legs for that too. Staggering but standing. Learning over and over that freedom comes with concessions. That death is inevitable but not to be sought after. That vengeance could be more bitter than defeat.

Marco knows, overlooking Ringo's Eternal Graves, surrounded by the falling snow, but nothing eases that familiar pressure in his chest.

The weariness of starting yet again a new cycle of pain and respite. Studying that fresh tidal range one day at a time, to hopefully master the rage and apathy it'd bring.

It's a new morning for an entire country but his pain is the same as before. Raw, vivid. And it's easier to pretend he can feel Sphinx and its hidden valley beckoning, the call of the living depending upon him, than to think about the words he ought to have said to all the people he lost before it was too late.

His goodbyes are short and formal, affecting a resignation and a collectedness he doesn't feel.

He stocks up on paper and ink before flying off. He has letters to write and news to share. Maybe he would get Fossa or Blamenco to pay him a visit.

@whitebeard-pirate-week

#I write #op fanfic #one piece fanfiction #whitebeard pirates #Marco the Phoenix #angsty #I swore I'd never write about Izou's death and here I am with a grieving Marco #I started something for D1 with power swap but it wouldn't stay a short thing I could easily write in one day #tried for a hopeful resolution in this one but it's pretty bleak #also made some link with the fic I wrote for Haruta #and the project I have on Thatch's backstory #I wrote this instead of working 🌟

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ᴅᴀʏ x - ᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ

🩸ᴀ/ɴ: requested by @itsthefandommash my dear <33 currently yelling bc Oda has yet to draw a nice looking panel of thatch but oh well 💔 I hope you enjoy this hun!!

🩸ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ: NSFW MINORS DNI//Thatch x fem!reader//warnings: shibari, penetration

His hand smooths down your hair, a calming motion helping you unwind as you let him work, tying knots and tightening them around your body. The material is soft, silky, and leaves goosebumps across your skin when it digs deeper into flesh. Thatch has always been skilled with his hands and the endless knots and ribbons criss crossing over your body is a perfect example of his abilities.

“Too tight?” He pulls at one of the red ribbons crossing over your chest, one of many in the intricate display made up of twists and knots.

“No.” You breathe out, it feels good. Safe and secure as it crossed over your ribcage with just enough pressure for you to enjoy. You let your eyes flutter close and allow him to continue his work around your body, testing knots and wrapping even more of the silky material around you.

Kneeling between your legs, he pushes your legs back towards your chest and you open your eyes just in time to see him focusing on something other than continuing to tie you up. “Already so excited?” He chuckles darkly, his hand pressing against your damp panties and rubbing at your clit through the soft material.

You jerk your head to the side, embarrassment already apparent on your darkening face. You tried to ignore the way heat swarmed in your belly when he’d pressed his thumb firmly against your clit, pressing a knuckle against your dripping entrance covered by your panties. Your leg kicking at the sudden pleasure reminded him of the task at hand.

He hooks his fingers around the waistband of the panties, sliding them down your legs and exposing your pussy to the cold air of the room, your hips twitching at the sudden chilly bite. “These will only get in the way.” Thatch smiles and tosses them aside, collecting the red ribbon and pressing your legs back against your chest.

It felt much more exposing to be positioned like this. Much lewder. Your legs kept apart and pressed up towards your chest, leaving your cunt on display for any hungry eyes to see. You silently pray that Thatch remembered to lock the door, not wanting a single crewmate to lay eyes on this sight.

As if Thatch would let that happen, seeing you like this was his own dirty little secret, reserved for his eyes and his only. He didn’t put all this work into making you look utterly delicious for nothing, each part of you positioned perfectly and the intricate work of the ribbons made you look even more alluring. 

“Well aren’t you something?” He hums after the final knot has been tied, it digs into your skin but it’s a good kind of pain, as if it was itching at a scratch you hadn’t even known was that for this feeling. His hands, big and rough, glide over your skin with calculated carefulness, occasionally groping and rubbing at the way your flesh spilled over the ribbons. “Wish you could see yourself.”

You mewl, stretching under his touch and squirming towards him. Your hands were tied behind your back, completely useless and all you could do was moan in hopes of getting more. The smirk on his face told you he knew exactly what you wanted.

Chuckling under his breath, he finally pulls away and takes all warmth with him, coming back only after he’s slipped out of his underwear and his cock is standing at attention. It slides through your slick folds, rubbing against your clit and dragging back down to your entrance, throbbing for some sort of contact.

The stretch from him sliding in is euphoric, his cock nestled nice and deep inside you and you claw at the sheets under you, barely able to contain yourself if it wasn’t for the restraints. His hips pull back, cock pulling almost agonizingly slow out of you until it’s just the tip and he slams back in, leaving you seeing stars.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fic #thatch one piece #thatch #thatch x reader #thatch x you #[🦇].witching hour

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Random Scenarios pt3:

Ace: Hey Marco, what do you call a spanish pinapple?

Marco: I swear if it's my name again-

Ace: Ahh... he figured it out.

You: Ace, you're not trained enough to grasp the TRUE art of puns. You have to shove all your deep emotions into it. Watch this- Yo Marco!

Marco: hmm?

You: What do you call a playboy Ace?

Marco: ...

Marco: what?

You: The ACE of HeArTs~~ *dramatic gestures*

Ace: Y/N!!

You: MY Ace of hearts~~~

Marco: Save that cringy crap for when you're both alone yoi!

Thatch: You two suck at this. Get ready people! I'll be throwing grenades in this room!!

Marco: Please don't.

Thatch: WHAT do you call an idea that comes out off your butt?

Marco: Out of--! Wha-??

You: Pfffft--

Ace: Uhhh... What?

Thatch: ...

Thatch: *sunglasses on* An ASSumption.

Marco: *SLAM* I'm outta here!

(Why do I see Thatch earning "Best Punster" Award in the Whitebeard crew, constantly throwing lame dad jokes here an there and like everyone's restraining themeselves not to sucker-punch him in the face.)

#one piece #ace #one piece ace #one piece fic #ace one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece scenario #one piece scenarios #marco one piece #marco the pineapple #marco the phoenix #marco fic #portgas d ace headcanons #thatch one piece #thatch #whitebeard pirates #op whitebeard #random scenarios #marco x reader #portgas d ace x reader #thatch x reader #whitebeard crew #whitebeards x reader

[gali-la]

Dancing Dreams and Pretty Princes, Chapter 7

Prompt: Day 7, Free Choice—Coronation Ratings: General Audiences Warnings: None Relationships: Marco/Ace, Izou/Thatch Characters: Marco the Phoenix, Portgas D. Ace, Izou, Thatch

Chapter 7 of 7 for the @marcoaceweek event!

Soon after Marco let Ace know in private, they announced the news to the entire kingdom of Goa. Ace stood at Marco’s side as he declared it from the grand balcony overlooking the large plaza out in front of the palace. Thatch stood on his brother’s other side, Izou beside him. Each of them was grinning, wide and bright.

And when Marco proclaimed, “Dear citizens of Goa, from this day onward, I swear to devote my life to your kingdom, and do my best to do you right, as your king!”

Well, it was no understatement to say that the cheers could be heard all the way to Coconomi. They could feel the force of the crowd’s love from three stories up—there was no doubt they would welcome the Newgate family with open arms and wide smiles.

But what took Ace more by surprise was the way that, amidst all the shouts and proclamations of love and happiness, Marco looked to Ace, ever so softly took his hand, and pressed a kiss to the back of it, before raising it high in the air for everyone to see. Ace couldn’t stop grinning the rest of the day.

continued on ao3~

#marcoace week 2023 #marcoace week #marcoace #fushichou marco #portgas d ace #fic #one piece fanfic #fanfic #izou #thatch #thatch x izo #marace

[mamamittens]

Since I'll probably never get to it, I figure I'd share this snippet I wrote for a fic I really wanted to do well over a year ago. Technically, I've wanted to write a The Gamer inspired fic for YEARS but math is hard and it's a lot of technical world building I could never commit to (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Uhhh, context, it's about an OC named Mina (nickname, her full name is pretentious). She ate (? Was still deciding if I wanted it to be like The Gamer manga and it's just a random skill or a devil fruit) what's essentially a gamer fruit and periodically does dungeon runs. She's Thatch's niece, I wanted her to travel for a bit with the Straw Hats until they meet Ace and she explains she's looking for her uncle (with a horrific name, Thatch being short for like, Thatcher or smt, it's written down somewhere???) And Ace realizes who she's looking for. Not sure if he thought Thatch was dead or nah but takes her along cause he feels responsible in at least taking her to Whitebeard as his technical grandkid.

She went looking for Thatch cause she's still a minor but owns all her parents assets and her paternal uncle has gambling debts... And may have been about to sell her out to Crocodile, didn't decide honestly. But basically she REALLY couldn't stay home any longer.

Anyway! Until an incident where she nearly dies and discovers she can actually call for help, she... Doesn't quite blend well with the crew. Mostly cause Thatch has BEEF with his family and doesn't quite know how to handle this.

This snippet is after her DF is discovered and she's saved from a boss battle, essentially.

The rest is explained well enough in this fic.

(snippet under the cut)

The kitchens were mostly vacated at the moment. Thatch’s division busy elsewhere until it was time to get to the meat of meal prepping for dinner. Tonight required a lot of potatoes, so Thatch decided it was as good a time as any to have some quality time with Mina. His niece… fuck it was so weird to consider everything he’d learned so far.

Before, he was too blinded by the strong resemblance to his sister—and to be fair he knew it and tried to keep his distance while sorting through his feelings. He knew better by now than to blame her for who she was related to. It was hard though. Hell, even her cocky laugh reminded him of his sister. The mental image of his niece standing strong with bandages wrapped around her stomach, eyes blazing as she challenged the hell spawn in that dungeon haunted him.

It was just… so different from the amicable, eager young girl he had seen up until that point. He thought that Mina was kind of weak, maybe with a secret bitchy side like his sister. But it was clear now that Mina and himself were cut from a very familiar cloth. Something stronger than steel ran in their spine that made a cornered fight turn into unique opportunity to overtake their enemy. Anything can be an advantage with a little creativity. And it was clear that Mina had been very creative her whole life with the ease that she handled a rapidly spiraling situation beyond her control.

Not quite comfortable leading people, clearly, but eager to share knowledge to gain an upper hand.

And now he was here. Sitting on a barrel opposite to his niece, both of them huddled over a growing pile of peeled potatoes. The sound of knives swiftly cutting apart the skin the only sound for a very long moment. Thatch just… wasn’t sure where to start.

What could he say?

“…So. Dungeons, huh?” Thatch grimaced at the piss poor start but kept going, “How long has that been going on? I know you said earlier they weren’t optional but when did they start?” Mina glanced up at him.

“I was ten, actually. Not sure if it was because of my birthday or because I reached a high enough level. It was a pretty tame dungeon though. Slime monsters, but they were just little goopy puddles. Cute but they tended to get bigger fast if I didn’t take them out quick enough. Almost drowned because I didn’t realize I could physically rip them apart and I didn’t have a weapon at the time.” Mina explained, smoothly running the potato in her hand in circles to form a seamless peel.

“Wow. That must have been pretty scary. How did… how did Victoria take it?” Thatch couldn’t help but ask. It sounded messy. And if nothing else, he just knew his sister would have loathed the mess.

“Victoria?” Mina paused, looking up at him for a moment until she realized who he was talking about. “Oh! Her. Uhm, she wasn’t there. I had been playing in my room at the time. No one saw me disappear and I cleaned up afterwards.”

Thatch frowned, hands still making the practiced motions to efficiently peel yet another damn potato.

“Kind of lucky then, I guess. Someone probably noticed when things got more serious though, right? I mean… back there… you were impaled Mina. Most people can’t just walk that off.” Mina snorted.

“Nope. No one noticed. I was pretty good at covering up for any… mistakes I made. And the worst anyone saw was bruises, but that could come from anything. Usually I just said I tripped over a rug. Gramps saw through it a little, I think. But he didn’t call me out on it.” Mina elaborated with a smile.

Thatch’s heart stuttered and he stopped. Knife poised over a potato.

“You could have died.” Thatch said, looking up at Mina as she stopped as well. She looked confused. “You were ten. You didn’t leave the island until you were fifteen. Five years you were dropped in random dungeons. And no one noticed?! Victoria never happened to see anything? Or her husband?! Were they all blind?!” Thatch knew he was growing a little hysterical, but it wouldn’t leave his mind.

A little ten-year-old girl, his fucking niece, having to plan around death matches in a house crawling with servants. And his sister was always a nosy bitch. There was no way in hell she missed even a misplaced hair on her only child!

“Well, the staff were a bit busy running the estate. I liked doing chores and helping, but if I disappeared for a few hours no one minded.” Mina looked confused as to why Thatch was growing more and more upset. Finally, something clicked. “Oh! Right. I’m really used to it by now, but that’s probably upsetting to hear. A little kid killing monsters in her free time without a choice. I’m… sorry?” Mina grimaced herself at the awkward trailing apology.

An apology. She was apologizing to Thatch.

Somehow, Thatch knew this was not going to be the most upsetting part.

“Did my sister really never notice you fighting for your life?! You were ten!” Thatch tossed the potato into the peeled pile, ignoring how little was left after he got a bit too hasty with his knife. Mina frowned, tilting her head in confusion. It was cute, but Thatch could already feel the horror dawning on him.

What the fuck did his sister do all those years?

“I don’t know how she could have noticed, Thatch. They weren’t even there?” Mina looked so earnest as she said that. Like there wasn’t something really fucked up with that sentence. Sure, plenty of kids grew up without parents. Technically, so did Thatch, but his parents were too invested in their business and politics to be emotionally present. They were at least mostly there as his sister and himself grew up.

“What?”

Mina looked down, selecting another potato with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Well, yeah. I don’t know when they left. I don’t actually remember them, so it must have been when I was really young.” Mina laughed, the sound a little too forced, “You know… I actually thought I was just like… an illegitimate child. Thought that the portrait of my parents was my grandparents because the painting was so old. It made sense at the time. Oh! Or that I was adopted. Possibly just a really lucky kid of the staff that… never wanted to acknowledge me. They were on trips all over ever since I could remember. I never talked to them. Not even once.”

Thatch put down the knife, afraid he would do something terrible if he held onto it.

“Mina…” Her shoulders were trembling despite how steady her hands were as they meticulously separated the potato skin with delicate curves of her knife.

“They showed up again for a week, isolating because they were sick and didn’t want it to spread to the staff I guess. My parents were home for a whole week and I didn’t even know they were my parents until the reading of the will. I stood there dressed in funeral clothes and so very confused. Gramps realized after the will reading that no one had actually told me who my parents were. I was just educated ‘as a young lady should be’ and that was that.” Thatch gently reached out and pulled away the knife. Tears dropping onto the blade and sinking onto the exposed potato, “T-They left when I was just a baby. I… I never got to know them. Never got a chance to. D-Did I… did I do something wrong? Is that why they left and never came back? Was it that obvious I wasn’t worth the trouble?”

Thatch crumbled as Mina finally looked up at him.

Her face was red, eyes bright with tears. She looked hopeful and resigned, like she thought she knew exactly what he’d say. Like she was afraid of what he might say. A weak sniffle jostled her whole body as she pressed her lips in a thin line. Mina was almost grown, but Thatch had no trouble lifting her into his lap and tucking her head under his chin.

“Oh Mina.” She sobbed, hands fisting the back of his shirt desperately as she clung to him. Thatch pressed a kiss to her temple and whispered into her hair, “I am so sorry, sweetie. I don’t know why my sister left, but you’ve always been worth it. You will always be worth it.” Thatch tucked his niece in closer to his chest and stroked her hair.

He had thought, having grown up in such a lonely household, that his sister would never repeat what their parents had done. It seems that she decided to top their neglect instead. It was harsh, but as his poor niece cried harder in his arms, he solemnly decided that the only good thing his sister did outside of giving birth was die and leave Thatch with custody.

Sure, he didn’t really know how to parent anyone, but fuck. There was no damn way he could fuck up harder than his sister did. And he had plenty of family here with him to help. Hell, Oyaji would know exactly what to do if nothing else! Thatch sighed and resigned himself to the strong possibility that they would be behind on the potatoes.

He sure as hell wasn’t going to tell his niece to suck it up just so his division wouldn’t have to peel any vegetables. They’d understand anyway. Despite wanting to follow his example in case things went south, Mina had clearly grown on them. Her eager (attention starved), willing to learn (desperate to please), and charming (a miracle in the midst of shitty parenting) personality winning them over. It was a wonder she wasn’t more fucked up—though a strong argument could be made for her reckless behavior. That did explain why she got along so well with Ace though... Actually, that was probably also a severe warning sign in it’s own right given Ace’s horrendous self-worth issues. But ‘gramps’, which was probably old Barty if he remembered the head butler well enough, could hardly be expected to pull a miracle out of his ass to make up for every deficit.

#one piece #one piece thatch #one piece oc #i designed several powered outfits for her and everything #it was a pretty fun project honestly #i really hyperficated on Mina for a while #sad boi hours tho #this is what i meant when I said i keep adding sad stuff to the backgrounds of my fics #like ow this genuinely hurt to come up with and write ngl

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I got polls like a week ago but haven’t done one yet. Here. <3

#thatch one piece #izo one piece #song fics my beloved #polls my beloved

[maisstories]

Kinda back from the dead, hopefully for real now. Things are a bit better, life-wise, so I’m slowly getting back on my writing feet.

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[sabo-has-my-heart]

Failed Fic 11

I.... I can't even tell you what I was thinking when I wrote this other than I saw a prompt and just.... 🤦

    All your life you’d been able to see titles above people’s head, words that nobody else could see. Most were fairly mundane, student, mother, carpenter. But there were a few others that were rather interesting. You’d met the first ones in 3rd grade, Joyboy, Second in Command, and Firefist. 3 boys who called themselves brothers whom you quickly befriended. As you grew and the 3 made friends, you were introduced to other interesting people, World’s Greatest Swordsman, Cat Burglar, Reindeer, First son of the sea, Skeleton, Phoenix, Hundredth Degree, Revolutionary, Blackleg, 4th Division Commander, The Liar God,

#one piece #500 followers #500 followers event #failed fics #what was I thinking #Luffy #one piece sabo #one piece ace #one piece nami #one piece zoro #one piece chopper #one piece jinbe #one piece marco #one piece sanji #one piece thatch #one piece usopp

[yinyangswings]

So read a new ASL fic that I love and I made a few fanart pieces for it.

This fanart is titled Let the Shadows Fall Behind You by @mad4turtles. It's an excellently written fic where the ASL brothers escaped from slavery and hitched a ride with the Whitebeard Crew. What happens after is found family goodness. I very much suggest giving it a read, just have some tissues ready.

Luffy during his time in slavery was a 'pet' for a royal, and his name was Spot

Ace's scars

Ace and a female OC during their time of slavery

After they're discovered on the ship, Marco has some...strong feelings about what happened to them

Ace regaining his fire

Three of the many commanders...you can't escape Marco. You just can't

Little Thatch and little Marco in a past scene in the story. Now, I don't know how old they were in this scene but I liked the way I drew this >.>

Shanks being reunited with Luffy

Sabo and Koala...I suck drawing hugs okay??

Sabo is going to kill Ace

They're free

Luffy is being Luffy

I don't know why, but this one line that Thatch did made me cackle so hard in the story. Don't get me wrong there were a lot of lines that Thatch does in this story that made me laugh but this one stuck with me

#one piece #whitebeard pirates #marco the phoenix #thatch #izou one piece #portgas d. ace #monkey d. luffy #sabo the revolutionary #asl brothers #one piece fanart #fanart #jamart

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