How on earth are you in this predicament, you had no clue. But you knew that it wasn't good. Curses. With a sigh you thought back to that day, the day Big Mom decided to 'help out of the kindness of her heart.' After all, to say that you were an angel that fell from heaven would be a huge understatement in Big Mom's eyes.
It was storming and all you could focus on was trying to get out of the clouds, go higher up but it was proving to be difficult. Your black wings were strong, but the storm was proving to be a lot more difficult to deal with than you could have imagined. Lightning had struck you, scaring you and effectively getting you out of the sky. All you could think was, 'This is it.'
You had accepted your fate, being shunned by humans, your mom constantly forcing you to cover your face to hide your wings. After all, even if you are half, you still have all of their traits much to your mom's dismay. She blames you for constantly being in hiding, from the rumors that flowed around you. It had gotten to a point where she refused to be seen around you. She kept you inside, refusing you to see the world unless it was through a mask. Much to that reason, you didn't know how to socialize or understand certain things on how the world works. Like pirates.
Once you were able to, you got out of there. Tired of the captivity and hearing your mother's complaining on how you should never been born. How she didn't deserve this, that it had only been one time. You never met your father, nor have you heard about him. He was a whole mystery, but most likely the reason why you look like you do. Your mom never hides, so it has to be that.
So you were surprised when your back impact the hard wooden floor, surprising not causing much pain. It was weird, it should have hurt. Should have killed you but you felt fine. Before you could get up and observe your surroundings, a couple blades made their way towards your neck. By this point out of habit, your wings were gone, and face was hidden.
"She fell out of the sky, get mama."
"No need just kill her!"
"She's still alive?!"
You didn't understand what was going on, but before you knew it one of the people surrounding you jammed their sword into you. You closed your eyes, waiting for the painful puncture through your chest but instead all you could hear was the sound of iron pieces falling on the ground. Opening your eyes, you looked astonished at the broken sword in front of you, "I'm so sorry."
"The blade broke, why did it break? She's not wearing any armor!"
"Who even are you?" Regardless if they now knew blades won't work on you, they still pointed it in your face. It was difficult to really look at your surroundings but all you could feel was a burning gaze glaring down at you.
"I'm really sorry, I can just leave I promise! I didn't mean to fall on your ship!" You yelled out scared instinct taking over as the flames on your back ignited, causing everyone to stand back but still be on guard.
"Someone go get mama she would want to see this!"
"Right!" At that point they trapped you on the ground, using their weapons to pin you down.
"Wait please! I won't be any trouble!"
You tried flying away, but then she appeared. She did everything to make you stay, to keep you around her. Even appointed you a 'bodyguard' named Smoothie, Big Mom was definitely thinking of everything that could happen when she did. Smoothie was a Sweet General who took her job very seriously, even to the point of taking a bath with you. The whole situation was weird. You would be given gifts and fancy clothing, nothing you did or said was questioned unless it was bout to board line be blasphemy. Whenever you would question your predicament Big Mom would be quick to gaslight you. "Don't you want to be treated like a guest?" To almost got to the point she was about to call you crazy.

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One Piece x Reader
FanfictionBasically the characters in One Piece x Reader. I will be taking requests if you have an idea. Please don't be shy. There are no such things as a bad idea in my book. Also please tell me if you like it or not. Your opinion counts. Enough of me t...