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Second Part    It wasn’t everyday that a bloody child walked aboard the Whitebeard ship. So, saying everyone was surprised, would be an understatement. It didn’t help with the fact that said child carried a huge sword.        “So, who’s this?” Vista asked as he bent over Y/n. Y/n simply stared up at him, and hid slightly behind Marco.     “Aww, she likes Marco.” He laughed. Marco sighed and Thatch laughed. Whitebeard smiled at his sons and daughter. She was going to fit right in. Although, Whitebeard knew she wasn’t a regular human. He couldn’t tell what kind of human she was though

[link] Beautifully Unfinished    Learning to laugh was hard. Almost as hard as learning to smile. It was easier to frown and watch the day go by, then it was try and fake a smile or a laugh. At least, that was what y/n thought. She stared out the bars of the Human Shop, watching the people go by without giving her even a second glance. Why would they? They were all nobles, and y/n was the child of a prostitute. Her mother was quickly sold off when they were caught, but no one wanted a child. Let alone a child that had e/c orbs and h/l h/c strands. The other’s always said if you smile then you’ll get picked faster, but y/n didn&#

Being apart of the Big Mom pirates was a difficult job but being apart of the Charlotte Family was even tougher. With a mother that favored the strong and shunned the weak, it was no surprise that most of your siblings also picked up this mentality, with only a few exceptions. Being born weaker than the rest of your siblings, you were often viewed as the runt of the litter. Someone to be picked on and harassed by those who were deemed ‘useful’ by your mother. Often you’d avoid your siblings as much as you could, but that didn’t prevent any of the occasional beatings, which had left you with more than a few scars over

"You didn't see that coming, prinţesă?" Those were the words that appeared around your wrist when you had become a teenager. It was those words that always made you wonder who was that mysterious man. What was he like. What he looked like. This man who would end up being your soulmate. There were two things that you could figure out by those words: 1. The man would be Romanian (you looked it up on google translate). 2. He would probably be saying that due to how clumsy you were. Ever since you were a child, you always found yourself tripping or falling over something causing you to fall on your face often. There have been a few time

You didn't notice the people run away from you as you were walking in the hallway. You were too busy arranging papers for your project in science. Screw science. Well, it wasn't you they're running away from. It was a raven haired scowling boy behind you. He was following and scowling at you ever since you entered the school. You stopped in your tracks and stuffed the papers in your bag. That's when he decided to speak up. "Oi herbivore." Your eyes widened in shock. 'Since when did he get here?' You weren't one of those people who were afraid of Hibari. "Yes? Do you need something?"  He glared at you. "I will bite you to death." You smiled a

Loki held your hands in his own like he was afraid you might disappear. In your presence, he abandoned his pretense of disinterest and detachment, choosing, instead, to try and learn everything he could about you. He ignored the other Avengers and spoke in whispers that promised of a love that would endure for ages to come. The others were not so taken in. “He could be faking it.” Steve said, voicing what was on everyone’s minds. Loki was, after all, the God of Mischief. Unfortunately, faking a soulmate connection wasn’t unheard of. Bruce looked at the two of you a bit uncertainly. “I could run some tests, che

"You're coming right?" You asked for the tenth time, just to make sure you had both his attention and agreement on the matter. He was getting irritated, but he nodded, swatting your hand from his shoulder. "I told you 'yes' ten times already, brat." He nearly barked your way before resting his head back against the cushions. Your head rested in his lap as you pouted defiantly and stuck an index finger in the air, waving it in front of his face as he attempted to gaze at the TV screen ahead. "It's really important, Levi. I can't let my mom or dad know about it." You informed matter-of-factly as the raven-haired male grasped your hand and for

  He ignores the lustful stares women throw at him, his glare boring into the trees rushing past. The rocking of his seat causes his annoyance to grow, and he crosses his arms, casting his glare to the people eyeing him. They all slide their gazes to the floor, growing slightly frightened.            “We have arrived at (train station).”            Standing from his seat before the train can come to a halt, he heads out the door as soon as it opens.            The high-ranking soldier unhurriedly climbs the stairs, a frown quirking his lips downward as he perceives the heavy falling of rain. A tired sigh escapes him. He had

You’re quite sure that he would take his stress out on you once you gave him the new set of paperwork in your hands. And you hated it.            It was not your place to comfort him, no matter how much you wanted to. You could not force him to sleep. You could do nothing for him, since he would not accept anything you tried to do.            Preparing your ears for another string of curses, you gently twist the doorknob open. You’re surprised to find Levi laying on his desk, features calm in his slumber. Deciding to place the papers on the couch in the room, since his desk is already crowded with dozens of paperwork, you quie

“Squad Leader (Name),” a voice called, causing you to halt in your tracks and turn around. Captain Levi Ackerman stood behind you, holding a pile of papers in one hand. You tilted your head, curious.            “Yes, Levi?”            “Help me with these papers,” he demanded, “I have enough on my plate right now.”            You pursed your lips, contemplating. He impatiently waited for your answer, crossing his arms without wrinkling the papers in his hand.            “Alright, Levi. Your room?”            He nodded. You quickly gleaned one paper with a blank expression,