A collection of one shots\prompts for your enjoyment. Random ships and pairings. Some Chapters may continue depending on what I feel like :) Taking requests for prompts and pairings! I love OP and love reading the fanfics on this site and I'm sure, like everyone else, that we wished there was more of our favourite ones, so I thought I would write a few myself!

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1. Wanted

(The one in which Luffy is a girl and Ace has a Brother Complex. Also Shanks makes an appearance and Thatch regrets his life choices.)

Ace was so excited.

He marched up onto the main deck whistling cheerfully, a cup of coffee in his hand. Marco couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face as he watched the fire logia settle against the railing of the Moby Dick, his eyes directed towards the horizon. He chuckled to himself, it wasn't hard to figure out why Ace was so cheerful.

"Ah, that's the stuff!" Ace exclaimed loudly to no one in particular, taking a sip of his coffee. Was it just him or was the caffeine simply exceptional this morning? Being up before the rest of the crew definitely had its merits.

Marco watched with growing amusement as an all too familiar, vacant look crossed over the other mans face, and he made it to Ace's side just fast enough stop the cup of coffee from falling over the side of the ship as the fire logia promptly fell asleep on the railing. He wiggled the handle out of Ace's grasp, settled the mug into own hands and thoughtfully took a sip.

"This is really a troublesome habit you have yoi," He observed to the younger man, unaffected by the lack of response. Ace's elbow had landed on the railing, his now empty hand resting upright at an awkward ninety degree angle.

Marco had another sip of the coffee and had to agree with Ace's earlier statement, the caffeine really was fantastic this morning.

There was a sudden squark from over head and Marco looked up, shading his eyes from the early morning sun. A news coo was flying high above and it spiralled down to land on the railing in front of Marco. He took a paper and flicked the bird a coin before it left with another squwark of gratitude. He sent a slide long glance towards Ace's prone form and wondered if he should wake the other man.

Just he was about to reach over, Ace's finger twitched and with an unchanging expression, Marco coolly slid the cup of coffee back into Ace's hand, just as the other man woke up.

As though no time had passed at all, he lifted his hand and drank from his cup, his expression unmovably cheerful. He paused for a moment and frowned into his cup.

"Huh, I could have sworn this was warmer a second ago," His attention was diverted however as he noticed Marco leaning on the railing beside him, his nose now thoroughly buried in the morning paper.

"Good Moring yoi," Marco said smoothly, "the paper arrived."

"Marco!" Ace exclaimed, in the manner of one who was having an exceptional morning. "Fantastic, I'll have it when you're done if you don't mind – today is the day after all!"

Marco's eyes scanned over the new wanted posters and his expression changed minutely. "It sure is," he muttered, his gaze trained on one poster in particular.

"What was that?" Ace asked cheerfully, taking another sip of coffee. Marco's face was hidden by the paper but now half of it dropped a little, revealing Marco's ever blank expression. An eyebrow was raised and then the corner was flicked back up as the blonde man continued through the rest of the paper.

"Nothing,"

Eventually Marco accepted that he could prevent the inevitable no longer. He folded down the paper and flicked it towards Ace who caught it one hand and a grin as big as the sun.

"It's all yours,"

"Thanks Brother!"

"Not a problem yoi," With his hands in his pockets, Marco pushed away from the railing and headed towards Ouijas room. With any luck, he would be able to warn the old man before-

"Hey! Hey Marco!"

Marco closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and thought about turning around to issue a warning but it was already too late.

Thatch appeared around the side of the deck, obviously having had just ran up from the back of the ship. There was another paper clutched in his hands and – godamnit, Marco wanted to punch him – dried blood crusting around his nostrils. He had a grin on his face, the type of grin that one might have if they had a piece of information they wanted to pester someone about.

"Hey Thatch what's up?"

"Have you read the paper yet?"

"Yes," Marco couldn't help but notice that their conversation had grabbed Ace's attention. The freckled man was still leaning over at the railing, sipping his coffee. He was still at the start of the paper. Marco didn't have long. He tried to divert Thatch's attention to warn him, but the pompadour man was too excited.

"Did you see her?" Thatch crowed with glee. "Two years really do change a girl! She is going to cause waves in the New World, that's for sure."

"She's certainly grown," Marco replied mildly, looking over Thatches shoulder again. Ace's hat was now sitting low on his head, his eyes hidden in the shadowed brim. The edges of the paper were singed slightly and Marco decided then and there that Thatch really did deserve what was coming to him, and who was he to stand on the way of an Oniisan protecting his Imouto?

"Ho ho!" Thatch declared, "Grown she has! I wouldn't want to be Ace right now! Half her crew are men you know?"

Marco internally thanked Thatch for all of the good times they had had together. Reaching out, he clapped the other man on the shoulder. "Good-bye my friend, it was fun while it lasted."

Izo was at the other end of the ship reaching the morning paper. He had been too impatient to find out if any one else had picked up the paper yet and as soon as he spotted the news coo, he waved the bird down and paid for it himself.

All Ace had been harping on about for the last few days since Jinbe had visited them, was that his little sister was going to be amongst the wanted posters as soon as she entered the New World. She had already caused a ruckus, with that whole 'Z' business, although the Strawhats hadn't been mentioned as being involved, the article that accompanied the 'Capture of Zepher,' announcing the Strawhats return was too convenient timing.

The world government wouldn't be able to resist, Ace declared. As soon as they got an opportunity, 'snap,' her photo was sure to be taken and a new wanted poster issued. Ace confidently told them as well, that a raise in her bounty was all but a given. After all, this was his sister they were talking about.

Izo had taken a liking to the brat after the war in marine-ford and he had to agree with Ace, the girl was no pushover. He was mildly curious to see what (if it had) her bounty had increased to.

Monday was normally the day new wanted posters were issued and sure enough, a few sheets of loose paper were revealed as he turned to the centre of the paper. Suddenly the man froze and after a second, a trickle of blood leaked out of one nostril.

He hastily wiped it away. God, this was bad. He had just gotten to his feet with the intention of finding Marco to warn him when a sudden explosion rocked the deck. From the front of the ship a giant column of fire blasted a path into the sky.

The roar that accompanied it could have been from the devil himself. "THATCH!"

"Ah," Izo said pleasantly. It appeared that he wasn't the first one to buy the paper after all.

Shanks was hungover.

That was the first thought that entered his throbbing head as he blinked blearily, opening one bloodshot eye to squint against the morning sunlight.

That and it was too bright.

He groaned in protest as Ben dropped the morning paper onto his sensitive stomach and then again at the bottle of liquor that fell on top of it.

"Drink this," Ben said, "You're gunna need it."

Shanks was mildly confused, but didn't complain. After all, who was he to turn down offered alcohol?

The red haired pirate Captain pushed himself up onto his elbow and easily unscrewed the cap on the bottle with his one hand. It was one of the first things he had mastered after losing his arm. Nothing would come between him and alcohol.

As he took a rather large swing of said alcohol a thought occurred to him. The new wanted posters should be out today.

The liquor burned as it made it's way down Shanks' throat, but it was a warm burn and immediately he felt better. Hair of the dog, that was all he needed. He took another swig and flicked open the paper.

If his hunch was correct, the wanted posters would be in the middle, but for the moment he took his time, scanning through the immediate news. There wasn't anything particularly interesting, but wait … He frowned at the paper, unsure he was reading correctly. The picture was large, but surely it couldn't be right.

"Hey Ben," He called, not taking his eyes away from the paper. Around him, his Nakama were beginning to stir. They had bunked down on a Summer Island for the night, their ship moored not too far away. On the other side of the island there was a bustling town, Shanks knew, but they were far enough around the coast that no one had noticed their arrival.

"What is it?" His tall, grey haired first mate abled over, breakfast in the form of toast hanging from his mouth. "I've already seen it all you know."

"This though," Shanks said, tapping the paper incredulously, "This has to be some kind of mistake right?"

Ben leant over his Captain and squinted at the headline, relieving his mouth of the toast for a second. "Straw-hat Pirates reappear on Fishman Island." He read slowly.

Under the caption there was a picture of a crowd of fishman, waving a straw-hat flag. The face's of the citizens seemed to be rather cheerful. "And then it goes on to say that they also destroyed a candy factory that provided sweets to Big Mom,"

Shanks spat out the mouthful of toast he had stolen when Ben wasn't looking. His first mate looked at him disapprovingly and snatched the rest of the toast back. Not that Shanks cared.

"What the hell Ben?! Who does the brat think she is? Challenging a Yonko? She's not ready!" He fretted, resisting the urge to turn and shake some emotion into his ever impassive first mate. "She hasn't even set foot in the New World yet and she's already made enemies of an Emperor, Charolette Linlin at that!" Shanks groaned, his face in his hand, "Linlin will eat her alive! Literally! What am I going to do! I can't do anything! I made a promise! Urrghh!"

Ben was rather used to the impact Luffy had on his Captains emotions by now. In fact, one might almost say that he enjoyed it. Not that you could get him to admit that. To anyone. Ever.

He ate the rest of his breakfast thoughtfully and tried to decide when the best time would be to enlighten his Captain to the rest of the news.

Yassop took that moment to appear behind him, groggily inquiring as to what all the fuss was about. It just so happened that Ben had another copy of the paper and he held it over his shoulder wordlessly for Yassop to grab.

The tanned man took the paper, flicked it open and certainly got to the point faster than his Captain was. Out of the corner of his eye Ben could see the snipers shoulders begin to shake, his fingers clenching and scrunching up the paper in his hands. The sniper let out a quiet moan of despair, already predicting the shit-storm that was about to ensue.

"You haven't even seen the worst of it," He groaned, running a hand down his face. Ben rolled his eyes and frowned, regretting letting Yassop in on the action. That should have been his line.

From between his fingers Shanks sent him a look that could melt steel. "What's that supposed to mean?" He snapped.

"What's this?" Lucky Roo appeared out of nowhere, talking around a mouthful of meat. He peered over Yassops shoulders at the Wanted poster in his hands and promptly spat meat out all over it.

Ben frowned again. A lot of food was going to waste this morning.

"Ho!" Lucky Roo barked out a laugh. "Ho ho ho!"

"What! What is it?!" Shanks alternated between glaring at his Nakama and rummaging through the paper as he tried to get the middle. It was unusual indeed to see their care-free Captain so flustered and Ben simply watched, enjoying the moment as Shanks finally managed to open the paper to the middle, the new wanted posters spilling out over his lap.

The Red haired Yonko glared down at the pile of parchment, reaching out deliberately with his one hand to pick up the one that lay on the top. His hand trembled as he picked it up and stared at it for a long moment, his face surprisingly calm. All of a sudden blood spurted out of his nose, gushing down his chin and onto his lap. His face was still impressively impassive though as he stood slowly, turned to his crewmates and said blankly:

"Set sail."

"Ehhh?" Lucky Roo exclaimed. "Surely you don't mean-"

Ben noted that it took exactly half a second for Shanks' face to go from calm to utterly terrifying, although the impact was rather ruined by the stream of blood still pouring out of his nose.

"SET SAIL."

Ben decided it was time for him to step in. "Shanks, don't be irrational – we can't intrude on her adventure, you promised-"

"I don't give a flying fuck what I promised," Shanks hissed venomously, waving the sheet of paper in Bens face, droplets of red flying everywhere. Yassop and Lucky Roo had strategically retreated a couple of steps backwards. "Have you seen this Ben? Have you seen it?"

"Of course I've seen it Shanks," Ben said coolly, "how could I miss them?"

There was a rather large pause, broken by a splutter of poorly concealed laughter from Lucky Roo and in his head, Ben went back over his wording. Ah shit.

Shanks's eyes were dark as he spoke. "Them? Them?!"

Ben crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. "Tch, you can't talk as though you didn't notice."

Shanks gave him a poker face, not attempting at all to get rid of his bloody nose. "Of course I didn't notice," He said stoutly.

"You totally noticed!" All three men yelled incredulously at their Captain. "The evidence is all over your face!"

Back on Whitebeard's ship, Marco watched as Ace zoomed off into the distance on his customised skiff. Marco nudged the singed pile of Thatch that sat dejectedly at his feet.

"You still alive yoi?"

"Barely," The other man grumbled, patting the top of his head. "I think he burned off all my hair."

Marco sniggered. "You deserved it yoi. You should know better than to talk about Luffy like that when Ace is around."

Thatch snatched the wanted poster off the deck where it had fallen after Ace's departure. Marco was surprised the thing had survived at all. The sooty Pirate waved the picture in front of Marco's face, his charred expression rather disgruntled.

"C'mon Marco, can you blame me? Look at her? How did they even manage to get a photo like that?"

Marco looked and decided that he rather had to agree. He didn't know how they had gotten a photo like that.

A black haired girl smiled widely back at him from the image, one of her eyes scrunched up in a mischievous wink as she held one hand forward in a 'victory' sign. Her other hand had stretched out of the image and she appeared to be swinging towards the photographer, which would explain the movement of her unbuttoned red vest.

Marco pondered on the idea of an innocent piece of fabric being the cause of all the trouble – or rather, the lacking of any fabric at all – as seemed to be the case. Mercifully, the red vest seemed to have covered most of the important parts, but the girl's voluptuous chest was still rather impressive, even half concealed.

What was more impressive than the lack of clothing, at least in Marco's opinion, was the massive scar that stretched in a large 'X' across the center of the girls chest. That and the devious glint in her one opened eye was enough to reassure Marco that the girl had recovered fully from the Marine-ford incident, mentally as well as physically.

Marco thought back to the battle for Ace and Marine ford and seemed to remember the brat being as flat as a board, certainly she wouldn't have had any need for more … 'womanly' clothing items.

He had chalked it down to her rubber abilities over the fact that she might've still had puberty to go through yet. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Two years ae? He glanced at the poster again. Gosh it really was a large difference.

Thatch had seemingly given up on getting a response from Marco and was now pulling himself to his feet, brushing soot off what was left of his clothes. "I'm going to go tell Ouija where Ace has gone." He grumbled.

"Oh," Marco was started out of his thoughts. "I'll come with you yoi, it'll be better coming from both of us."

Thatch was still sulking. "Fine, but bring the poster will yah? And the rest of the paper too, he'll want to hear about the Strawhat's destroying the candy factory. Linlin isn't going to take that well."

Marco gathered the paper and the cup off the railing that still held the remnants of Ace's, (now cold,) coffee. Marco was impressed that it had survived at all. He turned and followed Thatch inside.