Dark flame

Pops' pups (part 6)

Question for everybody reading this at the end!

While Shanks and his crew had been watching over the other Yonko's crew fighting, not interfering in any way, they just helped them get here and were here to help just in case. But since they had it covered and Whitebeard was free, he wouldn't get involved and just watched.

However when the door to the deck opened and the missing people came out Shanks eyes widened at the sight and he slowly stood up to see the situation better.

That Marco was covered in blood was nothing special, since he used his own body to fight, ofcourse he would be covered quickly. What pulled his eyes was-

"What the fuck is wrong with Ace?" He spoke in disbelieve and already anger. He expected wounds, marks from torture, malnutrition, a lot of things he expected. The last thing he expected was however a belly the size of a huge watermelon, even bigger!

"Newgate." The red-head called out, not tearing his eyes of the son of his late captain. The boy laying unmoving with needles in him and some weird contraption around his waist. "What is wrong with Ace."

"He's... pregnant-"

"Do not. Lie to me." Shanks growled. "Ace doesn't want pups." Even if Shanks himself tried to tell the boy that it was okay, that he didn't have a cursed bloodline, "And that is no bump of an almost freshly pregnant Omega." If Marco got him pregnant without the boy wanting too, he would pluck that Phoenix's feathers until they didn't re-grow anymore.

"He's three months along."

A sneer was on his lips as he pulled his eyes away from the teen he held close to his heart and looked to the half-giant, the man wasn't even looking at him. "Newgate. Do not play games with me. That is-"

"Pops-yoi! Lift the bed!"

The words were growled and full of anger. Anger that was directed towards the elder. Anger that even Shanks was surprised by. Never would Marco use a voice like that to his own Pops.

"What is going on-"

"We will speak later, Shanks."

Pops interrupted their savior and instead leaned over the edge of the ship and carefully picked up the bed, being as careful as he could to not hurt his youngest or dent the bed in anyway.

With the gentlest care he put the bed on their own deck, a mess of blue flames quickly next to it. His eldest reformed back to human and pushed the bed inside their ship, disappearing inside without as much as a thank you.

Shanks wanted to speak but a boom from the enemy ship pulled their attention, fire was surging up through the deck from below. The engine room. He hurried to order his crew to sail away, to take distance, while Edward called for his children to return and do the same.

You never knew how close the fire was to the stockpile of weapons every ship had. In a badly organized ship it could just be seconds before it reached and the whole ship exploded.

To their luck the boat didn't immediately explode and they were able to gain some distance before the fire started to engulf the boat. Together with a rumble that tore through the sky did the ship explode into millions of pieces. Leaving nothing behind but ashes and death.

Shanks was quiet as he watched the ordeal. As he watched the usual gentle giant pry enemy crew members of his ship and throw them into the burning debris. Never before had he seen the other, had he known the other to go after a crew who was already defeated. Who's ship and captain were already gone. Yet here he was, throwing those that tried to escape and were pleading for their lives to a gruesome death. What the hell had happened inside.

Question!

This was another small chapter. I've been a little busy with other things. But, would you rather have these small updates when I have time to write, or wait until I've been able to write a little more and make my usual chapter length?