Been watching One Piece lately, and every time this woman has been on screen, I've been fawning over her. Decided I might as well write this One Shot while I'm still on the Whole Cake Arc. Enjoy more PyroSaiyan attention on a particularly tall woman!

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Oh, love, it can truly do amazing things. 

Amande stared at the crashing waves, absentmindedly running her fingers through the sand. The beach was  entirely empty, save for a single young man, who must've been half her age.

She cared not for conversation with him, only thinking about her distant responsibilities. 

Amande was not the type to take a break. Her life of 47-years was not one filled with peace and quiet. She was Totto-Land's Minister of Nuts, and her title required her utmost focus nearly 100% of the time.

So, she was quite surprised when her younger brother, Mont-d'Or recommended that she took a break. It was completely unheard of, something that none of the other Ministers had ever experienced. However, he was quite determined to get her away from her job.

Despite her attempts to persuade him of her contentment with her current situation, she eventually buckled to his request, leading her here, to a beach off an island outside of Totto-Land's territory.

She managed to find a bikini for the first time in her life, and she liked it as much as she could. She felt somewhat awkward in the clothes, as they were a far cry from her normal clothes. However, after much complimenting from the sale's lady, she accepted that she may've looked good. 

So, here she was, sitting in a bikini with no desire to do anything fitting for the beach. She'd never built a sandcastle, gone swimming, or even played any sports at the beach. Of course, when she was a child, those things hadn't interested her, and now, she had even less of an interest in those things.

Amande simply looked out into the sea, noticing the young man approaching her out of the corner of her eye. 

He was an attractive young man, although Amande wasn't the type to evaluate people on their looks. His hair matched his eyes, and his body was a slim but sculptured piece of art. All of that mixed together with a pair of childish, dolphin swimming trunks.

Amande was quite tall, so even while she was sitting down, she could meet the man's eyes. When he finished approaching her, she turned to face the man, her obscenely large sunhat big enough to hide her and him from the sun. Her face was blank, as always, smoke softly billowing from her cigarette.

"Um... hello. I wasn't expecting the beach to be so... empty," the man began, scratching the side of his head awkwardly. He extended his hand cautiously, "And I'm not really a fan of being on my own. So, uh, I'm (Y/n)."

Amande stared at (Y/n) for a long, still moment. She spent that moment trying to comprehend the man, looking him over, and trying to think of her response. She was an astute woman, and in that mere moment, she managed to reclaim herself.

This man, (Y/n), didn't seem to have any foul intentions. And while she found it odd he would introduce himself to a stranger simply due to their being no one else around, the oddity of his actions made her a bit curious about him.

"Amande," She responded succinctly. She extended her hand softly, allowing (Y/n) to properly take it and shake it. Her hand was a fair bit larger than (Y/n)'s, due to the firm difference in their heights. However, despite this vast difference in size, (Y/n) shook her hand with the utmost gentleness, like she'd break if he went any harder.

(Y/n) looked like he expected Amande to say something else, but when her silence remained quite strong, he got the impression he'd be doing most of the talking. He scratched the side of his head once again, shooting the woman an awkward smile. "It's been a while since I made a good ol' sandcastle! You wanna help me make one?"

Amande blinked, her gaze fixed on the male. She was aware of what a sandcastle was, but the thought never came to her mind to use the sand to actively build a castle herself.

"I don't know how," Amande admitted. 

(Y/n) giggled, giving the woman a happy thumbs-up. "Don't worry about it! I'll happily lead the way!"

(Y/n) took Amande's hand in his own, pulling her along. She rose, and rose, and rose, so much so that (Y/n)'s arm was almost held above his shoulders. However, he continued to lead her, and  she followed him easily. She didn't need to scamper after him due to her long legs and similarly long strides, but his excitement caused her to stumble a little bit regardless.

He picked up a small plastic shovel and pail, handing them to Amande. She took them with confusion while he picked up some of his own, going down to the water and bending down.

"Step one, we've gotta get some water to make the sand stick together," (Y/n) told Amande, bending down and happily getting some water in his bucket. He handed it off to the "Demon Lady" and filled hers with water, just deciding to switch entirely instead of switching off again.

(Y/n) took a few steps away from where the rising tide would halt, pouring the seawater into the sand. He looked up to Amande, who cautiously replicated him. He giggled at her caution before patting at the ground next to himself, sitting down.

Amande sat down next to the man, trying to sit elegantly. "What next?"

(Y/n) took his plastic shovel and jabbed it into the ground, giggling. "No idea! Let's figure it out!"

(Y/n) jabbed at the found, beginning to dig a boat of sorts while Amande slowly picked up the pail, reaching with her long arms and taking some water and sand into her bucket. Then, she gently turned the mix over, creating a small dune of sand.

Then, one became two, and two became four. Until eventually, Amande did most of the work on the sandcastle, and (Y/n) created an incredible moat around the castle. As the sun began to set, (Y/n) laid against Amande's arm, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Seesh, this was something else, wasn't it? You did really well, Amande!" (Y/n) complimented her, laughing lightly. 

Amande, in a completely unconscious movement that illuded her, wrapped her arm around (Y/n) and pulled him closer. Because of their size difference, he had very little choice but to nuzzle up to the larger woman. "Thank you, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) shrugged as best as he could. Then, he tried to look up to her, but with his head now placed underneath her chest, that wasn't happening. Regardless, he smiled. "Hehe, I'm glad you liked it, Amande."

She was quiet for a few seconds before she spoke again. "I like you."

"H-Huh?!"

"My full name is Amande Charlotte, Big Mom is my mother."

"Huh?!?!"

"And I want you to be my husband."

"W-Wait, Amande —"

"Let's get married," she pulled him closer, apparently not taking No for an answer.

"F-Fine! But you have to leave the Big Mom Pirates!"

"Deal."

"H-Huh?! That was so easy!"

"I like you more than them."

And so, this was the story how Mong-d'Or, in an effort to bring his sister's productivity up, lost the Minister of Nuts, all because of one man. 

Ah, love, it can do amazing things.

"Let's kiss."

"W-What?! You can't just say that to someone you just met!"

"Pucker up, dear."

"D-Dear?!"

Ah, love.