Pink Carnations (Whitebeard Pirates x F!Child!Reader)

Fossa

Fossa was forbidden from swearing whenever he was around (Name). There were absolutely no shits, dicks or drugs to be said. One wrong word around the brat and Whitebeard's ass and he would be kicked all the way to Wano and back, but it wasn't like he was anywhere near the girl anyway.

Whoever was on base tended to keep her away from him as much as possible, and he was cool about it. There's no point in knowing someone who would get stung by the next group of brutes that rolled around. But then he became the only one available. So here he was, practicing his swordplay while (Name) watched from the sidelines. His sword was in her lap after she asked him to hold it and her screams of amazement were really starting to do wonders for his ego. Why did the others try to keep her away again? She was classy. A hype man!

"You're so cool, Fossa-san!" 

 "Of course I am!" She laughed and he smiled. Hell! It wasn't considered a bad word, right? He took a break after about an hour and fell into the tree to her left and accepted the water bottle she pushed towards him.

"Thank you, brat." They sat in companionable silence for a while, looking up at the clouds. He didn't notice the pair of bright eyes that glanced to the side, catching a glimpse of the thoughtful look that crossed his face.

It wasn't often that he was so at peace, and it wasn't often that others saw him as anything other than bored, smug sounded bored. And if (Name) thought about it, there was no time to see him smile. Like a real smile, though. She's not crazy.

"Fossa-san?" 

"What's wrong kid?"

"Drawing and reading and getting outside makes me really happy," she said. He raised an eyebrow.

"What makes you happy?" What a weird girl...

"What makes me happy..." he repeated slowly. He turned his head. "...being a swordsman and having to get that fu— eh... funny. It's been with me the longest and it's the only thing I really care about" Fossa said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but his downcast eyes spoke legions of what he himself could not. (Name) stared at him for a few moments before setting the sword down as gently as she could and jumping into his lap, she smiled at his surprised expression.

"Tell me stories, Fossa-san! I want to know more about being a great swordsman, just like Oden-san! He sounds super cool!" she gushed. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, unable to stop his incredulous laughter.

"You're really weird, you know that? Come on, let's go inside. I'll tell you stories and make you some f— lunch."

. . .

It was about three days later when the crew began to enter back into the base. Two pairs — Marco, Oden, Vista and Thatch returned to an eerily quiet ship; there was no Fossa sprawled out on the couch bored, no (Name) sneaking around to avoid bedtime like he usually did. Interested yet worried, they exchanged glances and silently walked down one of the dark corridors.

The door to (Name)'s room was open, the soft glow of night light streaming through the darkness. A voice, deep and seductive and lulling, spilled with light and it took whole seconds of listening for them to actually recognize who was speaking. Oden lunged for the door and peered inside.

Fossa was sitting cross-legged on a bed (Favorite color), leaned against the wall and held a book in his hand. A children's book, with a cover of princesses and dragons and princes. He held back a strangled sigh when Thatch looked above him.

(Name) curled up contentedly on the tall man's lap, a handful of shirt in her hands and her head on his chest. - "Ahm, what happened?" She murmured, eyes drooping. Fossa turned the page and pushed his glasses up.

"After saving the princess from the evil witch, the prince brought her back to his castle and had a beautiful wedding filled with white roses, sunflowers and irises - just as he promised. And they lived happily ever after. And the end." Fossa closed the book and carefully slid out of bed so as not to disturb the girl.

He put her and the book down for her night, left the room and gave an evil look to the four who didn't even try to hide their amusement. Oden ran up to him first, looking at him with the best puppy dog ​​eyes he could muster.

"Nee, read me a story next, eh?" Fossa growled and hit him on the head.

"Shut up," he whispered. Marco raised an eyebrow.

"I thought it would be scary in a place like that" He turned and went to his own room and closed the door with a surprisingly quiet click...

"I thought you were the only one who wore glasses, Vista."

"And I thought Fossa would have attacked the comment," Vista replied gently.

"Forget the comment, I didn't know Fossa knew what it was to whisper", commented Marco monotonously.

"He didn't swear... Not even once!" It took a whole week for Fossa to return to normal.