The Puppy Pirate (One Piece x reader)

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In the East Blue lies a small island. The island is known as Yawndle. Yawndle’s a calm and quiet island with one village and a vast space of vegetation and trees. The villagers are kind people and mostly elderly. Everyone knew each other. Considering the population of the island is 52. The animals, no matter what they are. Prey nor predator. They all live in harmony and sing blissfully in the forest and the rest of the island. Gentle leaves brushed against each other. Creating white noise with every second the wind blows. Water drips gracefully past pebbles and stones in the bed streams. The sky was always blue, and the sun smiled its light upon the land. Yawndle is a place where nothing happens. There was no fighting, no drama, and no pirates. It was all peaceful. ~

Too bad you were in it. You hated all the quietness that constantly surrounded you. There was nothing fun to do. The people who live here are boring. No new visitors come to the island. And the only fun you had was messing with the wildlife or playing games with your two brothers and your mother. But they do more chores than you. Sure, you had tasks, too. But the chores your mother and brothers do take time and patience. They were generally being left in silence to concentrate. To which you disliked. Very much. But you weren't like that from the beginning.

When you were nine years old, you were a shy little girl. A girl that listens to her mama and is a sweet soul. Never getting into trouble and helping around the house. At some point, your father visited you and your brothers from traveling overseas and gave you your favorite fruit. You took it from him. You didn’t eat it yet. You planned to eat the fruit beside the closest tree. And enjoy the scenery with the juicy fruit. As you walked towards the tree, your fruit started to vibrate. You stopped walking and looked down to see your fruit change color and texture. The fruit changed within seconds. The transformation was complete. Ultimately, your favorite fruit turned into a brown and pink object that sprouted two big bulges from the top. The texture was soft and fuzzy. You were so confused about what just happened. Why is my fruit like this? Is this even fruit anymore? At that moment, you suddenly felt curious and began studying the fruit to see where you could take a nice chomp. It appeared that the middle was the optimal spot. You opened your mouth and bit the fruit. And the taste was new to you.

A salty, sour, vinegary, disgusting flavor graced your tastebuds. It was so gross that you spat out the fruit immediately. “Ewwwww. Gross. Gross. Gross.” You ran back to your house to your parents.

“Mom! I ate the fruit Dad gave me, and it was awful!” you started to cry. Your mother darted at your father with a questioning look. He also gave back the same look to your mother. “Sweetheart. What was wrong with the fruit I gave you?” You looked up to see your father's face. A funny sensation from your tailbone drove you to arch your back. The sensation was not unpleasant; it felt almost normal. As the feeling subsided, you turned to glance behind you and noticed a fluffy tail connected to your body. "What the Fuck!" your mother jumped at the sight of you. You never heard your mother swear before, making you feel like the current situation was your fault. "Oh, My God. You ate a devil fruit (Y/N)." Your father was frozen in shock. Crocodile tears started streaming down your red cheeks. "I-I'm sorry. I-I Didn't know. What a-a devil fruit was." You began to break down, and puppy ears started to sprout from both sides of your head.

Your dad was quick to catch what you were saying. And he kneeled to pull you in for a hug. He said you had nothing to apologize for. "Since I'm here to visit. And the circumstances of the situation of you eating a devil fruit, I don't know. I'm going to help you use your newfound powers. In any way I can." He picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. There was a king-sized bed, a vanity, and a wall covered with books. He gently placed you on the edge of the bed. He turned to see the overwhelming amount of books against the wall. He scanned through it and found a thick, white book. He sat down next to you with the book in his hands. The title read: Recorded Devil Fruits.
"(Y/N). I can make an educated guess. And say. You ate a zoan-type fruit." he said with a smile. "Zoan? What's a zoan-type?" you asked. "A zoan-type just means you ate a fruit that allows you to transform into the animal that corresponds to what the fruit you ate is. Seeing the tail and ears, you have narrowed down into the dog species. Luckily for you. I know an individual with a Dalmatian type." he clarified, giving you a pat on the head. "Dad. What type am I?” you asked, and your tail wagged uncontrollably. "I have no idea, to be honest. But if you describe what the fruit looked like. The book might have some information about what dog you are. So tell me. What did the fruit look like?" he began to flip the pages slowly to find the zoan-type section. "Well. It was pink and brown. It had two balls on it. and it felt like a fuzzy slipper." You tried your best to describe what the fruit looked like to your father—turning over the thin pages.