Ahh yes, second chapter is released! Sooo a few things... 1.) Thatch is stabbed by Teach later in the story! Trust me, i haven't forgotten about the sick pain... Zehahaha my ass cheeks!
2.) when Red was first captured, Luffy was starting his journey with Zoro.
3.) i made Marco younger, i don't know how young yet, but more then ten years.
4.) Red is older then Ace, her and Kid are the same age as Law, pre time skip.
5.) check out my other fanfic All Goes Wrong! ENJOY
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Third pov
It has now been two weeks since Red joined the crew. Right now, she was enjoying the sunlight clinging to her as she laid on the deck. It wasn't quiet, but Red didn't want it to be. She could hear Namur and Vista talking to Pops, and Thatch and Haruta fishing for food. It was peaceful for once. These past few weeks, Ace hasn't stopped teasing her about Marco's scent. She grows embarrassed every time the conversation starts. Luckily, Ace is busy right now, meaning Red can relax.
She took in a deep breath, letting the smell of the saltwater fill her nose. Hearing the waves crash into each other as it rocked the boat calmed her nerves. The wind tickled her exposed stomach and chest. It felt amazing to relax like this. Soon enough, sleep overtook her.
"Captain! I see a Pirate ship approaching." Vista called from the crow's nest. He looked out at the flag and gaped in shock. "It's the warlord Boa Handcock."
Marco and Ace ran to the railing, surprised to see the Warlord coming this way. "What do you think she wants?" Thatch asked from behind them.
Izo walked towards the railing as well, "she isn't firing. Does she want to talk to Pops? The marines could have sent her?" Marco nodded.
The first commander turned the Whitebeard, "what do you want us to do Pops?"
"Let's see what she wants."
While the Whitebeard crew waited for the warlord to come closer. Red continued to sleep on the opposite side of the deck, oblivious to what is going on around her.
The warlord's ship stopped next to Whitebeard's. "How dare you!" One of the women shouted. The commanders growled at the insult. The rest of the Kuja Pirates started to do the same. Throwing insults at the emperor and his crew, making the Whitebeard pirates grow cold.
Izo was the first to snap, "what is your problem!"
"My problem?" This voice sounded familiar. Izo looked up to see Boa Hancock on one of the sea king's heads. The monster lowered himself, letting Boa jump onto their ship. Everyone grew tense at the woman starting to approach Whitebeard. Before she could, Marco stepped in her way.
Marco didn't want to fight the warlord, if anything He wanted to avoid a fight. "What do you want yoi?" He was confused on why the Warlord was here, the marines have never sent her to deliver a message.
Boa leaned her head back, so she was facing the sky, and pointed her index finger at Marco. "How dare you step in my way!" She barked. Her voice was filled with disgust, as if the blonde was a filthy peasant.
The familiar voice caused Red to stir. When she woke up, she was greeted with Handcock doing her famous stance and Marco blocking her way. Red looked around and saw the Kuja pirates, getting ready to attack the Whitebeard crew. Red sighed and stood up. She stretched her arms and walked over to Handcock.
Izo growled at the woman, "don't talk to the first commander that way!"
Marco glared at the Warlord, assessing her aura. She seemed mad and hostile, the woman is always cold, but she's never been like this before.
Boa turned to Izo with a cocky smile, "I will talk to anyone however I want because I am-"
"Beautiful." Red interrupted. Handcock snapped her head in Red's direction, she was shocked to see the girl unharmed and safe. Her hostility disappeared, as her eyes turned into hearts from the sight of the redhead.
Red walked closer to the older woman and gave her a smile. "I see you're the same as always, Handcock." The Warlord turned her body to face Red. "These scums didn't hurt you right?" Handcock wrapped her arms around her friend, squeezing her tightly. Her voice was filled with worry, Red nodded with a sigh.
"I'm fine Handcock. I even joined their crew." Red's smile grew as she returned the hug. The Whitebeard pirates were surprised. Surprised Red knew the Warlord. Surprised the Warlord cared for someone besides herself. Boa Handcock's selfishness is famous around the seas, people say her heart is made of ice. But right now, the woman was hugging Red, sounding as if she was about to cry.
Izo was the most shocked, "how do you know her!?" Handcock picked up her head and glared at the man.
"How dare you talk to Red that way! I shall have you executed!" Boa growled, her hostility returning.
Red gave a nervous smile, "No Boa it's alright." She assured, wrapping her arms around the taller woman's waist. Boa was the same height as Marco, meaning she was over six feet tall.
That's when Boa did the most unexpected thing. She picked Red up like a doll and held her up in front of her face, "you're so cute Red." She giggled. Marco sighed at how fast the woman's personality changed. It was the total opposite as before! A complete 180! What is going on!
Boa gave an intense look to Red's clothes, "I don't like this outfit." She decided. She placed Red down and started to pick at her outfit, removing the redhead's arms from the jumpsuit.
Thatch was the first one to react at the shocking scene. "Don't strip her!" Thatch ran to Red and pulled her away from the Warlord.
Handcock didn't like someone taking her doll, "give her back! Get your filthy hands off her." Boa demanded.
"Look guys I like my cl-"
"Absolutely not!" Boa and Izo shouted at the same time, making everyone's sweat drop. Izo came from behind Red and started pulling on her jumpsuit. "I won't allow such a beautiful woman to wear such disgusting clothes!" Izo exclaimed.
The men stared at the women in shocked as Izo and Boa tried to strip Red. "Stop it!" Red screamed, trying to get away from the two psychos. Thatch ended up watching the two friends run around the deck, chasing Red.
Red hid behind Marco, grabbing onto him, placing his body between her's and the crazy monsters chasing her. "Can you two stop! My clothing is fine!" Red started to blush from the scent filling her nose but ignored it. Getting stripped in front of everyone is worse than dealing with the blonde's scent.
"No!" Izo and Boa shouted in unison. Determination coursed through their veins, determined to strip Red.
Whitebeard watched amused. Red kept her arms wrapped around Marco's chest as a defense. He could also see Marco flinching from her touch. Embarrassment flooding his cheeks. Looks like my son has grown attached to the red head.
Whitebeard coughed, bringing the attention to him. "Bring Red to your ship. We will hold a celebration for your reunion." The crewmates yelled from the word celebration, meaning there'd be a party. Izo and Boa agreed and dragged Red to the ship, even after she refused so many times.
That left Marco and Whitebeard on the deck, while the rest prepared for the party. "I see you have an interest in our new crewmate." Whitebeard muttered. Marco froze before turning to the captain, "I don't know what you're talking about yoi." Marco was trying to make his voice sound carefree, but Whitebeard didn't fall for it.
"She seems to be rather attached to you." Marco snorted at the statement.
"She's closer to Ace, yoi." Marco's voice dripped with jealousy, making Whitebeard laugh.
"Gurarara! You sound jealous, my boy."
"I'm telling you; I have no interest in Red." Marco huffed and walked away. The party started before Boa, Izo, and Red arrived. The Kuja pirates talked and celebrated with the Whitebeard pirates. No tension in the air. Until Red arrived. Everyone became quiet as footsteps echoed on the Warlord ship.
Marco sat next to Ace, Thatch, and Whitebeard. All attention turned to the three figures riding the snake head down to the deck. The snakehead landed right in front of pops, with Izo and Boa covering Red.
"I have to say, this one knows fashion." Boa commented with a proud smile.
"You're not so bad yourself." Izo replied. "We are please to present you the new and improved Red." Both of them moved to the side, exposing the beauty behind them.
Marco almost forgot how to breathe when he saw her. She was wearing a gorgeous red lace halter top, that ended right above her belly button. With a black lace skirt that flowed past her knees. Her crimson red hair was in a neat braid, flowing over the side of her shoulder. She looked like a fiery goddess. The blond couldn't stop staring at the woman, he was speechless from her beauty.
Whitebeard noticed this and smiled. "You look amazing Red!" Thatch exclaimed, running up to Red to give her a hug.
Red gave a small smile, "I'm glad you're enjoying it." Her tone was sarcastic, making Izo huff. "How about a thank you. You look gorgeous!" Boa nodded in agreement. I'm not saying thank you to the hell you put me through, Red sighed. She almost shivered as she looked back on the last hour. The yelling, stripping, lecturing! It was all awful! Plus-
Flashback
Izo held her hand over his mouth at the sight. So many thoughts filled his head, but no words could leave his mouth. They are everywhere! He thought. All the man could do was hug the redhead, no amount of words he said could fix what he has done.
"Izo, it's fine. It happened a long time ago… don't tell anyone, ok?" The desperation in Red's voice made the man squeeze tighter. "Of course."
Flashback ended
"Their right Red, you look amazing! Right Marco?" Whitebeard isn't the only one that noticed Marco's speechlessness. The second commander nudged his sibling, bringing him back to reality. "Yes, you look gorgeous yoi."
His statement brought a blush to Red's face. "Thank you." She mumbled, trying to avoid his gaze. Ace didn't avoid it though, Marco's eyes screamed hunger and greed. It was obvious what the man was feeling right now. The second commander jabbed at the first, trying to bring the man back to reality.
"I wanted to ask you something Red." Boa Hancock said as she faced Whitebeard.
"What?"
"Can you go to a gathering for me? I'm supposed to be going, but I don't want to. I tried telling that old hag that, but she didn't listen, she said I must go. So, can you pretend to be me? None of them have seen my face." Red sighed, going to a fancy gathering doesn't sound fun in her opinion, but if it's for a friend...
"Sure. Is that ok Pops?" The only reason Red said yes was because she felt bad for hurting Boa. The Warlord worried about her safety for months.
The captain nodded, "You will need an escort as well. Marco, Thatch, and Izo will go with you too." Marco frowned; he knows what pops was up to.
"Alright, the event will be two days and two nights. The island is only half a day away from here, we can travel in the morning." Boa hugged Red. She isn't this touchy with other people, but her and Red have a deep connection.
Red didn't have a problem with hugs, she accepted it. The rest of the night she partied, well as much partying she could do in this dress. At the end of the night she ended up falling asleep on a table, drunk out of her mind.
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"Izo… my head is spinning!" Thatch whined. The two went below deck after Izo insisted on the brunette going to sleep. Thatch's button up shirt was four buttons loose, exposing cleavage. The chef ripped off the buttons when she claimed she was hot. Izo didn't take the stripping lightly, and instead he dragged her downstairs.
"Izo my body's hot…" Thatch kept whining. The woman tripped while walking down the stairs, bumping her chest onto Izo's muscular back. The man grunted from the impact before turning around to lecture Thatch. Before he could, Thatch grabbed onto Izo, flushing her chest onto his back.
"T-Thatch! What are y-you doing?!" Izo asked, with a blush creeping in his cheeks. Thatch pushed her body closer to Izo's, "your body feels nice on mine." Thatch hiccupped, reminding Izo that the cook is drunk.
Izo sighed and continued to walk, while Thatch clung to him. When they reached Thatch's room, Izo gave the girl new clothes to change into, and turned around when she did. Thatch clung back onto Izo when she finished changing. Her chest pressed against Izo's arm, making her breasts pop out more from the loose clothing.
"Izo…" Thatch said in an unintentional moan. Her moan made a hot sensation fill Izo stomach, "what Thatch?" His voice came out annoyed, making Thatch frown.
"Can you sleep with me tonight?" The woman pleaded. The brunette let go of Izo's arm and gripped onto his waist. "No, we have things to do tomorrow, and unlike you I don't want to be in trouble for being late." Izo huffed.
"But Izo! Your body will help me sleep!" Thatch moaned again, snuggling closer to Izo. The man never thought Thatch would be this clinging when drunk. The cook has never been this drunk before.
Izo sighed, "fine." He tried not to be fazed by Thatch's words and the time she used them. He crawled into her bed, letting her snuggle against him as she got comfortable.
They ended up falling asleep with Thatch's head buried in his chest. Her legs intertwined with his, and her arms laying on his torso. Izo had his head buried in her hair, and his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to his body.
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Ace hiccupped as he stumbles around the deck, losing his footing after every two steps. He ended up next to Marco and in front of Pops.
"Wow you're drunk, yoi." Marco commented. Unlike everyone else, Marco was only a little tipsy, once again, he is the responsible one.
"Shut up Marco." Ace laughed.
"Can you move Red to her room?" Ace asked with a hiccup after every word. He doesn't want Red to stay laying on the table, especially since she has to leave tomorrow.
"I see you've gotten close to our new member as well." Whitebeard smiled.
"Yep! She's also gotten attached to some people." Ace nudged Marco as he laughed. The blonde gave the drunk brunette a confused look. He was even more confused when the drunk brunette picked up his hand a sniffed it
Marco pulled his arm away, "Oi! What the hell are you doing?!" Ace didn't answer, he tapped his hand against his chin as he went into deep thought.
In the end he frowned, "I don't get it! Red says she loves your smell, but I don't smell anything." Ace huffed in disappointment.
Marco's eyes widened, "Wait, she likes my what, yoi?" Whitebeard chuckled at his son's surprised face.
Ace started to laugh, not thinking about the fact his life was in danger for giving out her secret. "She likes your smell. So much so she can't get close to you for long without overheating! Hahaha! She said it was because of her heightened senses!" Before Marco could ask another question, Ace passed out and dropped to the ground. Whitebeard's used to Ace passing out at random because of his narcolepsy. The emperor sighed.
Marco rubbed the bridge of his nose out of frustration and to hide his blush. He doesn't know if he should believe Ace's words or not. When he looked over to Whitebeard, he was boasting the cheekiest grin. "Don't even start, yoi." Marco grumbled.
"Gurarara! Looks like I'll be having grandchildren soon!" Marco's blush increased at Pop's statement. The blonde decided to leave the area before more teasing erupted. While Marco was walking away, he remembered what Ace said about moving Red. The first commander went into the dining room. He saw Red laying on the table surrounded by many passed out bodies.
When Marco made it past the bodies, he saw Red shift around the table, he started to think about what Ace said. Could that be true? Does my scent affect her that much? Marco's question was answered when Red woke up and jumped away from him. Her hand went over her cheeks and nose as her whole face glowed Red.
"M-Marco! Um, I'm going to go." Red tried to get off the table but tripped. She must've drank too much and paying for it.
Marco tried to help her out, but she refused. She kept falling every time she tried to walk, but she kept refusing. After the fifth time, Marco got tired of her stubbornness and picked up her without warning. He mounted her over his shoulder, dangling her legs over his chest.
Red tried to break from his grip, but he wouldn't budge. "Let me go! I can walk, I swear!" Marco started to trot, ignoring Red's pleads. The woman stopped struggling once they got below deck. She didn't speak either, which worried Marco. "Red? Are you ok, yoi?" Marco stopped walking, he hoped he didn't upset the woman.
Marco's worry washed away when he heard a small snore come from Red. How could she fall asleep like this? Marco smiled and continued to walk to her room.
When Marco tried to lay her down on her bed, the woman clung to him. She didn't want to let go of the man and his sweet scent. She clung tighter to his arm after he tried pulling away. "Marco, stay." She mumbled in her sleep. She can tell when his scent increases and decreases.
Marco sighed, "fine." The blonde took a seat on the ground beside the bed. Marco is a gentleman, he rather give the woman space, especially since she's drunk. Even so, he couldn't stop himself from taking glances at the beauty. She was so cute when she's sleeping, cute? You gotta be kidding me! Marco mentally slapped himself. To think the childish woman could make him think such things.
What's been up with me anyways? Ever since this woman has come into my life she has been nothing but trouble. I can barely get my work done because I keep thinking about her. What's with my scent? Why is mine different from everyone else's?
Red is like a crimson flame, a fire that will never burn out. The woman could make anyone melt, even the selfish Warlord, and even the cold hearted phoenix. Marco isn't cold hearted by choice, but he has a protective barrier around his heart. A barrier that will never crack.
But what if it was burned…
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