Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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A/N: I really love the Marco sister fics! Honestly I love Marco so much, and he deserves the world, Whitebeards crew hold the specialist of places in my heart and I get so emo everytime I write them because it all ended in tragedy for them! Anyway, not in this story. It ends happily so enjoy!!
The ship swayed gently in the harbour, the salty breeze carrying the distant sounds of the bustling island. It was a typical supply stop, the kind where the majority of the crew scattered the moment the anchor dropped, eager to drink, fight, or waste their pay in whatever way they saw fit.
You had chosen to stay behind. Sitting cross legged on the deck, you let the familiar weight of your clay settle into your palm, beneath your fingertips it was already taking shape under your practiced touch. It was peaceful, the occasional creak of the ship and the lapping waves filling the quiet spaces.
Nearby, you could hear the sounds of Ace shifting his weight against the railing, tapping his fingers impatiently against the wood. It wasn't always unusual for Ace to linger behind when the crew made port.
He wasn't much of a drinker, more of an eager, and unless there was a good fight to be had, he preferred to lounge around rather than dive into the chaos. Footsteps approached, light and measured. Izou.
"Heading into town?" Ace asked, his tone lazy but curious. "Obviously" Izou drawled. "I'd rather not sit around watching you fidget like a child". Ace huffed. "I'm not fidgeting".
Izou ignored him. Instead, his attention turned toward you. "If you're looking for some more peace and quiet, there's a flower field just outside town". You paused, tilting your head toward him. "A flower field?"
"Mm" Izou confirmed. "Full bloom this time of year. Might be a nice change from the usual chaos of our stops". A flower field. It sounded peaceful.
You set down your tools, brushing any mess from your lap as you considered it. The thought of sitting among the flowers, feeling the grass beneath your hands, the scent of fresh blooms filling the air, it was appealing.
You turned toward Ace. "Take me?". Ace perked up. "Huh?". "The field. Will you take me there?". A slow grin spread across his face. "Hell yeah, let's go."
The town was lively, full of vendors and sailors calling out deals, but you and Ace moved past them without pause. The path leading to the flower field was uphill, the sounds of the town gradually fading behind you, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the soft hum of insects in the air.
Ace walked beside you, his gait relaxed, though you could hear the occasional scuff of his shoes, impatience in his steps. He had never been one for slow strolls. "You ever been to a flower field before?" he asked as he guided you along the path.
You smiled slightly. "No. But I like the idea of it". Ace hummed. "Yeah, I guess it's nice. Not really my thing, but you can see why people like it". "Hmm well, I guess I can smell why people like it". He snorted. "Okay, yeah. Forgot.."
