Strong(One Piece x Reader)[EDITING IN PROGRESS]

A Mother's Love

You can spot the place where you stabbed your first kebab stick deeply into the table, you rubbing the spot with the tips of your fingers, the indentation clear. You remember Raoul complaining that he would have to fix it now but...it's still here.

"After my Mama got sick," you finished for him, voice distant.

Raoul threw you a sympathetic look, like how he did all that time ago.

"It wasn't your fault, kid. Remember? She...she didn't mean for this. She loved you," Raoul said kindly, earnestly.

"Be patient. It'll be worth it. Just wait."

Your lips trembled but you bit them to try to stop it, eyes burning and hand at your lap clenching at your cloak.

"I know."

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Loguetown 18 Years Ago—2 Years Before Gol D. Roger Turned Himself In and Before Silver Blood Ever Met Smoker or Garp

Footsteps much lighter than they are now, stomped and ran to a quaint little home that seemed more like a cottage due it's size. A home in the outskirts of Loguetown and instead within the woods yet able to lookout towards the sea. A perfect location.

If it weren't for losers!

"Mama!" You whined in your childish four year old speech, practically slamming open the door and startling your mother who was cooking to gaze towards you and your dirtied form. Dirt and dust on your cheek along with scrapes, even on your dress that mama got for you! "Those—those jerks keep—are trying to make fun of me! And you! Us! They're stupid, stupid, stupid!"

Mama, always patient and always kind and always seemed to have a cooking apron approached you with concern, her hands upon your face and wiping away the dirt.

"Now, now (Y/N)! What did we say about name calling?"

You grumbled something incoherently, wide child eyes stubbornly glaring at the floor.

"What was that?" Mama implored, a smile on her face as she wiped another stain of dirt on your face with a wet thumb she licked. You scrunched your face when she rubbed it and leaned back.

"Ew! Don't do that, Mama!" Mama laughed, saying an apology before she gave you an expectant look. Your shoulders dropped as you muttered, "To not call others what we do not wish to be called upon. B-But! Those kids are saying that their parents won't sell stuff to us! Like things and stuff! Food o-or clothes or anything!"

"They're just being cruel, (Y/N)," Mama said, although you saw her eyes looked a bit disturbed from your words. Which she should be! How can they not sell them stuff?! Jerks! "They'll turn around once you show them who you truly are." Truly am? Mama smiled, hand to your cheek as you could only have a troubled frown. "You have to prove to them you're more than what they say. And to not start the fight would help."

"But they said stuff first!" You complained.

"Don't you always throw the first punch," Mama arched a brow, before splaying her hand and putting each finger down as she went on. "Or kick. Or stick. Or rock. Or—"

"I GET IT!" You shouted, cheeks oddly colored. You don't know why! But Mama's smile looks teasing. "They're just...grrrr... I don't like them! I don't have friends! Not like everyone else does."

Mama stared at you a moment, your eyes down to the ground as your fists clenched to your dress. You felt a warmness to your forehead, eyes roving up just as your Mama pulled away, her hand roving through your hair and rubbing your head affectionately. It felt nice. You liked it when she did that. Not that you would say.