Summary: Yuna, a girl with a fiery devil fruit to go with her personality. Her mighty roar will burn you both inside and out, and with those dragon-like scales, she's untouchable. Her personality as proud and monstrous as the dragon she turns into, you'd better hope you don't get on her bad side, for she was Dragon-Queen Yuna - a girl with a fiery fists and a passion to rival them.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece or anything like that, the only thing I own is the idea of the Mythical Zoan Dragon fruit which isn't really my idea since I based it off Fairy Tail dragonslaye- whoops...

I know I said it's self insert but I don't act anything like her so yeah. Yeeaaaaaahhh. Oh well.

Pairing: Ace/SI-OC

Have fun!


Prologue


Manipulation by loved ones can lead to lying to yourself.


At first, I was scared. But then I tried to play it off, cracking awkward jokes to myself to ease the terror that was sucking away my sanity like a leech.

I'd laughed internally, a song flashing through my head. 'Hello darkness my old friend…' I had thought dryly, nervously, and slightly sarcastically, my mind in turmoil.

Black.

It was black all around me. Dark, cold, and unforgiving. Not the physical kind of dark or cold. It was the emotional kind. It was bone-chilling, except… I don't have bones anymore.

I have no body. I only have my conscious. It was like lying down with your eyes open in a pitch-black room with no feeling to your body, only your thoughts. It's lonely. Scary.

It feels like a nightmare. But it wasn't a nightmare – this was real.

I couldn't even open my mouth to speak, as I didn't have one anymore. It was just me and my thoughts, alone in the darkness. It was silent and eerie enough to make anyone go insane in seconds.

Was this the afterlife? All of my pointless life… to this?

A mountain of regrets, higher than Mount Everest, grew on my non-existent shoulders.

I wasn't resting in my death. I was just existing. Sitting there, like mould on a ceiling. Like an egg under the chicken. Like a chubby kid at a burger joint. I was just… there.

I don't know how long I have been floating there, waiting, and slowly driving myself insane. Perhaps I could have counted the minutes, but there was just no motivation. I was… dead. My life was finished. Did I need to wonder about anything anymore? I didn't think so.

It was ripped away in half a heartbeat.

I felt myself moving at the speed of light. As if my soul was being pulled and tugged into open air. At the abrupt motion, my thoughts scattered and my conscious was a tornado of emotions; mainly confusion and panic.

It suddenly stopped, and I felt as if someone had slammed their knuckles into my throat and rendered me breathless. And suddenly, I felt something connect. Like something had clicked into place.

I had a body again.

My mouth opened and tears sprung to my closed eyes in happiness, and then I heard it.

"I see the head. You need to keep pushing, Lady Luna. You're nearly there." A calm, comforting voice soothed, and I felt cold fingers press against the top of my head, gently supporting it like a cushion.

Heavy, pained panting followed the remark, like a dehydrated dog, and a grunt of pain pierced the air.

And then my mind processed what he'd just said.

Wait. What.

My body felt slick and sticky, uncomfortable, and there was something around my body from the shoulders-down, squeezing me. And then ice filled my veins as I realized exactly what was going on.

Was someone… giving birth to me?

Disgust settled in me like an unwanted stomachache. Just… EW.

I wiggled and jerked, but my movements were sloppy and difficult, and not to mention – but I was sort of halfway in some lady's VAGINA.

"Just a few longer, harder pushes, my lady. The body is halfway through." Said the comforting voice again, and I clung to it as pain-filled groans and harsh pants filled the stuffy room.

Suddenly, I was out, and having to deal with the uncomfortable feeling of slick, sticky slime coating my skin and was extremely relieved when I felt a hand in a towel cleaning me before wrapping me in a blanket. "Congratulations, my lady. It's a girl!"

An overwhelming feeling of relief hit me. At least I was a girl and not a boy, now that – that would have been bone-chilling.

"Give her to me." An out-of-breath voice demanded, sounding impatient and snappish. A slight worry hit me, hoping that this lady – my new mother – was just tired from giving birth and not being a snobby woman in general.

"Of course." Someone said, and I felt myself being passed into warm and welcoming arms, and a breath clouded over my face. I tried to pry my eyes open, wanting to see my new mother, but they were shut as tight as a clam.

"I have a lot planned for you, Yuna." The smile in her voice was sinister.

And suddenly, her arms didn't feel so warm and welcoming anymore. Instead, I felt like I was lying in a coffin like I was supposed to be.

I wailed.

NINETEEN YEARS LATER:

"That girl - disgraceful!" A sharp, mocking voice scoffed, coated thickly with loathing and scorn. "How will the Garrison boy want to marry her after this? How dare she prance around in those- those unacceptable and vulgar clothes! Have we taught her nothing?"

A woman, sat in a soft-looking expensive chair stared down at a paper in her hands, blue eyes sharp as daggers of ice. Her lips, cracked and dry under her too-bright lipstick, twisted into an unsavory snarl.

Slightly ripped and unruly around the edges, the paper was quite old, as word hadn't reached them until a month afterwards. Her thin, bony and gnarled hands clenched around the sides in rage and her focus was on the picture inhabiting a surprising sight.

A woman, around nineteen years old stood in the center of the picture with a scary enraged look. Her hair was red, blazing like the flames around her. Fire reached higher than the picture showed, scorching the land around her like bombs going off in a war zone. However, she didn't seem burnt nor the least bit affected by it. Her eyes were monstrous, slitted and reptile-like, the color around her pupil hazel, the one gene she hadn't got directly from one parent.

A necklace was flying to the side of her neck in the wind, nearly hitting the tiny silver hoops that made their way up her ear – another reason to disgrace her, apparently. A simple black bra was barely hidden under a black sleeveless vest, showing a fair amount of her large cleavage. Her legs were bare, short-shorts stopping halfway down her thigh, and sturdy sandals rested on her feet.

The things that really stood out, though, was the scales that marred her arms and legs and the fist she held out, flaring with white-hot flames.

And under the picture, in big, bold letters, it said, 'WANTED, DEAD OR ALIVE: DRAGON-YUNA'. The woman let out a horrified gasp when she saw the bounty: "25,000,000 berries?" She cried shrilly. "OH, HOW DISGRACEFUL, BECOMING A PIRATE, HOW UNBECOMING! RUINING OUR FAMILY NAME, THAT LITTLE WENCH-" She let out a series of squawks, or at least, that's what it sounded like.

Across from her, a fourteen year old noble with red hair combed into a bun grinned secretively into her cup.

"Oh, yes," she said with a hint of sarcasm, "how disgraceful."


Far away, a girl with red hair cried out in horror.

"Dragon-Yuna? For fuck sakes, is that the best they can come up with? How uncreative!" A loud groan escaped her, before a mischievous smile creeped up towards her lips. "I guess I'll just have to do something to get them to change it…" She cackled, the glint in her eyes menacing.