One Piece One-Shots

Danser (AcexReader)*

What does "Danser" mean in English?
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I never understood why they'd always danced. Those hips were mesmerizing, the way they swayed in the wind, moving as if no one was around. The sweet melody of the music only made it more enchanting.

"Hey, (Y/N), why are you always dancing?" You'd continue to only be swept away by one man; the sound of song. He'd know you would never notice but in the heat of the moment, "(Y/N), I like you," a smirk plastered his face as his dancing beauty made their way continuing across the deck, fully unaware of their surroundings. Of course, they didn't hear me. He wasn't sure if he was sadden that his millionth confession was unheard and ignored or if you had been rejected; it would never happen.

The sweet scent of your shampoo that you left behind was more than enough to keep the second division commander coming back for more of the show. You were in the sixteenth division of the ship, under Izo, the man who was known for cross dressing most of the time. "So, what was that? The 47th time, correct?" Speak of the cross dresser!

"Oi! I get it, I should tell them okay? I just don't got the guts yet..." a sigh was let out between the lips of Fire-Fist as he sturdied his elbows on the wood. "And it's only been 32 times."

Izo let out a soft chuckle, as the cool air, let out soft winds that blew on the sixteenth commander's black locks. "You better step on it before they're swept off their feet by a prince from a far away kingdom," Ace shot a confused look receiving a shrug as a reply. But he felt what the other commander said was right, someone out there could already have their eye on you.

"I think I'll just be happy if I look from afar," Izo's eyes widened as Ace realized what he was truly thinking. "Not like that! I meant like (Y/N) being happy! Really, Izo!" The commander let out another laugh at the love stricken boy. "I'm telling you, I'll tell them tonight at that party, swear!" Ace jumped on the railing and made a flip so he'd land perfectly on both feet. Then, continued to scurry away on land the rest of the way.

"Izo! Come dance with me! C'mon it's just one more song, plus this one is one of my favorites!" You pleaded with your division commander who was already sweating for half of the attendees at this gathering. "Hold up, I need a break. We've been here for three hours not to mention dancing nonstop," he then continued to mumble a second part which you couldn't hear properly, "where is this fire-fist brain at?"

"Hey pretty thing, how about a dance?" Most likely a towny, walked up and asked you. You willingly took their hand, making your way once again to the dance grounds. It was a little traditional dance of the town, they had taught you. You picked up on the dance quicker than they had thought and you had a surprisingly better time than you had also thought. "How about we take this dance back to my place?" They offered, doubts crossed your mind about going home with a stranger. "When I meant my place I mean the bar across the street, honey. Don't look so scared," they relieved you.

You laughed along with them and followed them into the bar, inside were mostly WhiteBeard Pirates so if shit did go down, you had back up. "So, where did you learn to dance like that?" They asked, but you didn't answer them, instead you were quite attached to their little mustache; which was hanging loosely off. Suddenly, it hit you, you were dancing with the second division commander the whole night. You decided to play with him a little. "You know what? On second thought, let's go to your place. And while we're at it let's add in another person too! I like it kinky," you said as nonchalantly as you could. His jaw dropped and then the loosely hanging facial hair did as well.

The laughter you had contained was released as you took off his hat, revealing his shitty disguise. You were almost embarrassed that you fell for such a crappy prank. "U-u-umm I don't know what to say, [Title---Mr,Ms,etc.] (Y/N)."

"Ace, I know it's you," the drinks he ordered had suddenly arrived and you were guessing Ace was truly interested in you. "And I dance because I can," you stated the obvious.

"Hell yeah you can."

You didn't like the way he said that statement so you smacked him on the head. "Hey, what I meant was, I once couldn't." He was confused, you could tell by the expression he was giving you. Suddenly, you propped a leg up on the table and...took it off. "This is the only thing on my body that's fake," you joked with him. He was suddenly giving a serious look at you, connecting the dots from your odd tattoo on the back indicating you were a slave but continuously, you convinced him it was one you gave yourself to protest against slavery.

"(Y/N)!" He shouted so quickly you were taken back. Maybe you shock the boy too much in one day. "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE! THAT'S NOT HOW I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU! EVERYONE HAS IMPERFECTIONS AND IF YOU COULD ACCEPT MINE....maybe we could start dating?" He said the first part so proudly but whispered the last part so shyly you couldn't help but thought this was cute. Hey, the kid was trying his best to confess. Give him some props.

Many---all the pirates and customers in the bar started cheering Ace on with his confession. It would be a pity if you let this big catch go. "No." Ace suddenly was turned into a flame and then shriveled into a nonexistent smoke. Everyone was quiet and pretended to not hear the sad confession or talked about the poor commander. "With dating you can see other people, be my boyfriend, Ace," with that, the commander was enlightened and roaring out of the bar all the way to the coast and docks.

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"To dance" in French...