One Piece x Reader [OPEN]

102. The artist (Hongo x Female!Reader)

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Here is a little helper:
✏︎(y/n)=your name
✏︎(l/n)=your last name
✏︎(h/l)=hair length
✏︎(h/c)=hair color
✏︎(e/c)=eye color
✏︎(s/c)=skin color
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⋆The words in italics represent thoughts.⋆
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✎Requested by CatieWhitmore
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Characteristics of the reader:
✏︎Shy
✏︎Caring
✏︎Artistic
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You lie on your bed, staring up at the ceiling where bundles of lavender sway gently with the rhythm of the ship. The painted sky stretches above you, soft blues and wisps of clouds blending seamlessly into the lavender stems that climb the walls. The scent of fresh lavender fills the air—sweet, calming, and familiar—and you breathe it in deeply, letting it ground you in this space you've poured yourself into.

When you first stepped into this cabin, it had been a stark, empty box—bare wood walls, scuffed floors, and no warmth to speak of. It didn't feel like yours, didn't feel like home. That first night, you'd stared at the blankness around you and decided that you couldn't let it stay this way. Slowly, piece by piece, you changed it. You painted the ceiling first, stretching your arms high to bring the sky to life, then filled the walls with blooming lavender stems, layer upon layer of green and purple until the room began to feel alive. The green carpet had been the last touch, soft underfoot like real grass.

Even then, it hadn't been enough. You started buying fresh lavender at every port, stringing the fragrant bundles from the ceiling until the room smelled like a sunlit field. Now, it's more than a cabin—it's yours, a piece of the world you've carried with you at sea.

From outside, the muffled voices of the crew drift through the walls, mingling with the faint creaks of the ship. You sit up, smoothing the sheets beneath your hands as the call of the sea grows louder. Rising from the bed, you step onto the soft carpet and make your way to the door. With a quiet creak, you leave your sanctuary behind and head toward the deck.

The sun greets you as you step onto the deck of The Red Force, its warmth chasing away the coolness of the cabin. The salty breeze brushes your face, carrying with it the sound of the crew—laughter, shouted orders, and the clang of tools. The ship hums with life, a stark contrast to the stillness of your lavender haven.

As you move toward the railing, your eyes trace the horizon, the vastness of the sea stretching endlessly before you. The wind tousles your hair, and for a moment, you let the rhythm of the waves and the ship's steady creak carry your thoughts away.

Footsteps approach, steady and familiar, and you glance to your side. A man steps up next to you, his cape dotted with starry patterns catching the sunlight, fluttering softly in the breeze. His easy grin is as familiar as the sound of the waves.

"Hey, (y/n)," he greets warmly.

You turn to him, returning the smile. "Yassop, morning!"

He leans casually against the railing, his gaze shifting to the open sea before he turns back to you with a teasing grin. "So, what's our doctor got planned today? Not too busy, huh? You gonna spend all day with your lavender or find some new way to keep yourself occupied?"

You chuckle softly, raising an eyebrow. You weren't busy. These men, this crew, the Yonko crew—they never got sick. They were as resilient as the sea itself. You tilt your head, glancing at him with a playful smirk. "I'll be just fine. No one's falling apart today, so I guess I'll have to find something else to do."

He grins, crossing his arms with a wink. "I guess we'll see. If you get bored, just let me know. I've got plenty of ways to help you pass the time. Like cleaning?"