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

A Mother's Love

He's just being dumb!

"It's unheard of!" Another person called, a chuckle leaving their lips along with the kid by their hand. Cause monkey see, monkey do. "They'll arrest you before they come get us."

"Especially if it's a savage one like you," a woman called out.

Other people were saying other stuff. Your mother's soft words unable to stop them, too subdued due to her shock of your words. Demons. Trash. Pirate offspring. Of jail. Of monsters.

If anything, your blood just boiled even more underneath your skin. You felt more sure than ever. Of anything in your whole life.

"I'll be the strongest one!"

No one can tell you anything or get you if you were the strongest. And Mama and you will be safe. But you're only four, so you didn't know how to say everything without being tongue tied.

"You?" The man you punched asked, sounding he was talking from his nose, which was still crooked. His lips moved and it seemed to be crooked too. "A girl?"

You don't get what that has to do with anything. But you answered easily nonetheless.

"I'll become the strongest girl one in there to show you—you—you ugly rat face!" You ended clumsily and a stomp of your foot atop the counter.

The man's face reddened. You think he looked like an apple. If it got stepped on.

He looked funny. And it made you feel better.

"W-what?! Why you—!"

"Rat face! Small brain! Stupid head!" You continued, before sticking your tongue out and pulling an eyelid down in mockery. "Blehhhhhh!"

His head started to get steam, and he lunged towards you. Only for your body to be wrapped around a warm body. Your small body instantly relaxing due to the familiar hold. Safe.

Only for your Mama to bow her head as she was holding you.

"P-please forgive us! This won't happen again! Excuse me!"

Your face twisted into confusion and disbelief. Not fading even as your Mama ran out the store and not when she let you go when they arrived at an alley still lit by the daylight but shaded nonetheless. And not even when she kneeled before you with a hand to your shoulder and your cheek.

"Oh my, (Y/N)! Are you alright?! Let me see here," she picked your bleeding knuckles from the man. But it was his blood. Not yours. Why did she apologize? "(Y/N), you can't, can't do that again! I've told you to stop fighting. I was fine. You don't have to protect me—"

"No."

Mama blinked.

"No? No about what?"

You pressed your lips and stared at her.

"No."

I will protect you. I will.

Mama must've saw something in your eyes, because she let out a sigh and shook her head.

"(Y/N)...you don't have to become a marine. You do know—you remember your father is a pirate, right?" You didn't say anything. You only kept staring. Yet, your fists clenched around your dress. Tight. "(Y/N)...Silver worked hard for us, you know that, right? He loves us. He can't send letters with the money he gives us due to the risk of marines tracing it back, so maybe you don't know. The risks he takes to give us these beli's are proof of how much he cares for us. We're fine! You don't need to do anything. I know you have your father's kindness but please, stop worrying." Mama gave you a comforting smile as she cupped your cheek.