#rob Lucci x y/n

[awlayt]

One piece men as house wreckers and how they ended up like that

Characters: Shanks,Rob lucci,Sabo,Doflamingo

Tags: Cheating,blowjob,degradation kink,praise kink,slight breeding kink, slight glove kink,afab!reader, hinted at threesome, Doflamingo part is a red flag ngl

Shanks

He can't help himself with how he picks his fuck buddies; he likes them young and pretty, and for some reason he finds himself enjoying the ones who are already in a relationship, serious or not. It's not something he should be proud of, but the thrill,the whole of wooing a pretty face in an unhappy marriage and tempting them into his arms with sweet talk and pleasure, is addicting to him at this point.

And what a pretty sight to see you on your knees while knowing damn well that your own man can't satisfy you like he does.

he have you between his thighs,your mouth filled with his cock as his hand grip tightly your hair to keep you from choking on his dick,he enjoys how teary your eyes gets as you try to adjust to his size in your mouth ,he let a little groan "ah... aren't you so eager, I bet you are wet from just sucking me off" he says with a little smirk ,he watches you squirm as to say yes,he chuckles softly "well ,the sooner you get me to cum down your pretty throat the sooner I get to fuck that little tight cunt of yours,so keep going "he says as his hand let go of your hair to stroke it gently,he watches you deep throat his girth like a champ (he taught you how to ,your husband didn't even bother to teach you the proper way of sucking a dick,how pathetic) he watches you moan as he cum down your throat with a husky groan leaving his lips "Swallow it like a good girl," he says with a little warning, and you nod as you swallow his cum. He smirks as he sees you still eagerly looking up at him. He looks so pleased with himself as he helps you sit on his thigh. "Well,come up,you want my dick? Then ride it. I want to see you bouncing on it till you earn a good fuck from me."

Rob Lucci

It started at a mission, really. He was supposed to seduce some married woman trying to get to her husband through her to get more information, and oh, it spiraled from there. It's something that fills his ego and pride,the fact that he can so easily just sweep anyone off their feet with a bit of sweet talk. Yeah, it makes his ego bigger than it was possibly before,and he can even offer a good rough fuck that would make anyone forget that they had a partner in the first place, and how sweetly they beg him every night for his attention and touch, and he always comply because there's nothing better than satisfying a desperate little thing.

He says his favorite part is when they let him come over the house and let him fuck them on the bed they share with the sad excuse of a husband. That's what really gets him going.

 

" Lucci..Lucci..Please more!" You moan as Lucci thrusts so deeply into your dripping folds as you lay on your bed. He has your right leg over his shoulder as he pounds into you so feverishly. His mouth is kissing your thigh. "You take me so well. Look at you, begging for more when you already have all of them. Such a cockwhore." He chuckles darkly as his hand traces your lips so tenderly. He continues thrusting his hips harder as he feels himself getting close. He wants to pull out before he hears you plead. "Don't pull out." You plead so desperately. "Please." You beg, and he raises an eyebrow. "You want me to cum inside?" He asks mockingly, and a smirk forms on his face when you nod. "Such a little slut. Of course you want. You want me to breed you, don't you? Your sad excuse is that your husband can't do that for you after all,you must feel so needy to be filled don't you?" He releases deep in you, causing you to arch your back on the bed with pleasure. Luci has a sadistic grin as he pulls away,and letting your leg drop on the bed,he manhandles you so easily as he turns you around, burying your face down the bed with your ass up for his viewing pleasure,he looks down at you with great hunger in his eyes as he says" I hope you are not tired (y/n), because I'm going to breed you like the bitch in heat you are"

Sabo

It started by accident, for sure. He had a drunken night with some pretty lady, and the next day she told him she was married and her husband was coming home, which basically put him in what a lot of people would call an uncomfortable situation,but it kind of left him wanting to do that again. The thrill of it is undeniably hot, and it excites him to no end. Such a thrill, and he can in fact deal with whoever confronts him. He got so many trying to, but all got too beaten up or scared to death when learning it was him fucking their wives,and that feeling really helped boost his ego. He even got himself into an open marriage with threesomes, fucking someone's wife while the husband watched. Those are truly his favorites.

"Ah, don't let a noise out, pretty slut. Come on, suck my fingers like you suck my dick. You can do better" Sabo mumbles as he has sucked on his gloved fingers while his hips are thrusting so deeply into you. You are pretty sure he bruised your cervix up by how harshly he is thrusting. He kisses your forehead as he watches you drool around his fingers. Your fucked dumb face looks so beautiful to him and He can't help but chuckle sadistically

He grins slightly as he glances to where your husband is sitting,with a camera recording everything, looking at you so hungrily. "I don't want you to miss her face when she cum because you are fantasizing about fucking her yourself" he says with a mocking voice, causing your husband to groan as he moves closer to film your face. You moan loudly as Sabo's free hand pinches your oversensitive clit. "Come on, darling, do it for us. I want you creaming around me. Maybe if you're good enough,you will get us both stuffing your pretty cunt by the end of the night."

Doflamingo

He really is just taking people's wives and husbands; he doesn't care if you're married or not. He would be using everything in his power to take the woman or man he got interested in, whether it was for a political reason, a reason to make his own life easier, or just because he felt like it. If he got interested in you on sight, he doesn't take rejection well at all, so you will be stuck with him. Your partner probably knows and is helpless about it. It really depends on his mood,and this man is moody. He has no real morals unless he pretends to have such ones as a way to amuse himself.

"Fufufufu...look at you trying to take all of me at once ,your cunt is begging for me to fill it,look at it, hugging me so tightly and creaming around me...such a pretty cunt" Doflamingo says with a little taunting tone as his cock is buried deep inside of you. You are trying your best not to cry at how big he feels inside of you. Even with all the preparation you've been doing the whole evening, it still hurts to have him so deeply in you like this.

Doflamingo thumb wipes the tears running down your cheek, or more like he smears them all over your cheek, to enjoy your teary face. "Shh, don't cry. You are taking me better than the last time. Almost fully, my sweet thing." He speaks to you like sweet honey,even though his words are nothing but taunting. If only he could come already so you can leave and go back home like you agreed would happen after this round ends. One more round, and you would be far away from his annoying self.

And suddenly he frowned as he heard your thoughts, or perhaps your face was zoning out, and he did not like your attention anywhere but on him. He thrust his hip hard-earned a loud scream from you as your cunt clenches around his thick grit. You can feel the air stuck in your lungs as you see him looking so pleased at your face.

Doflamingo was enjoying seeing you in pain, and you hated how turned on that made you feel. You arch your back in pleasure as he continues thrusting in and out of your sensitive hole, and you moan and call his name in hope he would finish already, but from his relaxed and devilish grin,you know he won't stop till you are fucked dumb and begging for more. One more round, and you will be done. That is what you will keep telling yourself.

I still hate shanks btw ✨💖

@luffyinlove ,,,I hope u think it's still good

[smokersbaby]

Kink of the day: begging Character: Rob Lucci Reader: gender neutral Tw: dom Lucci/sub reader, begging, degrading kink, light bondage, oral sex (giving), mean Lucci Author notes: normally I don't like writing about mean characters BUT this is an exception hehe You can find the "Kinktober Masterlist 2023" here!

You always knew Lucci was the dominating kind of partner who loved to put you on your knees and play with you until your breaking point. He wasn't a fan of physical punishments or stuff like that: he adored psychological games that make you go insane as he made you wait for some kind of reward like a puppy does with his master.

His threatening aura was nothing short of intimidating yet attractive to you, willing to make yourself submit to him only thanks to that look on his face. His way of acting reflected his personality, so today he decided to play a little game with you, he made immediately clear what to expect.

"On your knees" the floor felt cold as you positioned yourself on it just as Lucci requested, your wrists tied behind your back and not even a single piece of clothes on. The coldness of the room gave you goosebumps.

He started circling you like a predator with powerless prey, black eyes piercing right into your soul. How was he going to "use you" today? What kind of perverted games he would have tried on you? But in the end you didn't care, because everything Lucci did to you in your bedroom, was for both his and your pleasure.

Not this time. Lucci sat down on the leathered couch across the room, putting a couple of meters of distance between you. Five, then ten minutes passed and he was still there, minding his own business and not paying attention to you, as your legs started to become sore on the hard floor.

"Sir?" you spoke, and without his permission, but you wanted to because you couldn't comprehend why you had to wait that long for him to do something. "Did I give you permission to speak?" he replied unfazed by your behaviour, not even looking at you. "But I-" he stood up quickly, clearly pissed. "But what? Are you that desperate for some attention?" Lucci walked towards you, his hand lifting your head to meet his eyes.

"Please…" you whined. "Please what?" he grinned. "Please Sir, I beg you, use me, at least for your pleasure" he was so damn right, you were shameless when put in such a situation, begging for something, anything just to have Lucci's attention.

Lucci rolled his eyes. "If you beg me enough maybe I'd make you suck my cock" nodding frantically at his words, your open your mouth for him to stick his cock in. "Beg" he commands. "I beg you, Sir, use my mouth as your cumdump" you repeat those words more and more, and not after a few times you've begged for his cock, he finally fills your mouth with his gritty length, bullying your throat as if it was his personal fleshlight.

"Is this what you wanted? Now suck it well and good, my little slut"

[oneprompt]

Hiya! Id like to request a scenario please. Lucci and a fellow CP0 agent (who may or may not be harboring feelings for him) are getting back from a long mission (not that he says anything) but you can tell he’s tense and offer him a massage to which he reluctantly agrees to. If the prompt is a bit strange feel free to change it up. Have a nice day ~ miu

authors note : my apologies for being so slow with updates ... ! im struggling with a very difficult matter at the moment , which has made it impossible to do anything .. but im going to do my best <3 have a lovely day as well , miu ..! ilysm 

Lucci x Gn! Cp0! Reader : Mission Aftercare

     “Lucci, the bath is ready! If you’d still like me to take care of you...” your cupids bow was perched upward in a delicate smile, an expression that was often hidden behind your cipher pol zero mask. Unlike Lucci and Stussy, you were left to hide your face from the public, just like all the other members. 

Lucci frowned in disinterest. He forgot that he agreed to let you do such a degrading thing to him... During the mission, you never shut your mouth, not even once. Your worries never ceased, constantly asking if your fellow agent was okay, if Lucci had hurt himself or not. In a desperate attempt to get you to leave him alone, Lucci promised to let you take care of him after the mission. God, what was he thinking?

You were odd, in that way. Lucci couldn’t begin to fathom how you had weaseled your way into such an elite organization, let alone at such a formal rank. Your heart was easily swayed, acting more so upon your feelings then your thoughts. You were impractical, sensitive... You were the very traits that Lucci had always known as weaknesses. Yet, here you you were. On the exact pedestal he was.

    “Ah, very well,” Lucci exhaled, putting his glass of gin down, ice cubes clashing into the glass as it was placed down onto the side table. He pried himself up, stripping his aching muscles from his beloved arm chair. “I suppose i have no choice now, do I?” Much to his dismay, you simply shook your head. Ugh, curse you and your endless need to care for others...! 

The silence between you two was heavy, pushing harder and harder upon your shoulders. All that sourced out of you both was the sound of your foot steps, synced up as you led him towards the bathroom door. Thankfully, the echoing in the hall covered up the loud pounds that sourced from your chest, heart feeling as if it were going to combust at any moment. You never expected him to say yes, regardless of how persistent you were... Lucci was the one agent who wouldn’t dare let you take care of him, even in the smallest of ways. Regardless of how nerve wracking this was, you were sincerely grateful. Even if Lucci was your boss, that didn’t mean your worries ever wavered. Sure, he was more then capable of doing whatever he pleased but you couldn’t help but fear that Lucci was straining his physical form and inner psyche. And to be able to ease him, even if just for a moment, you were honoured. 

     “I prepared everything, just for you.” You laughed lightly, popping the buttons from your white top. “I hope it’s up to your liking,” you left candles around the bathroom, the scent of jasmine flooding the room, mirrors steamed from the euphoric temperature of the bath. Everything had to be perfect, and you made it perfect. 

      “It’s fine,” Lucci’s shirt fluttered down onto the floor, his belt soon to meet the fabric. You couldn’t help but admire every bulging muscle on his body, as well as the intricate scars that tore at his porcelain flesh. One would usually cower at such a battered body but something about Lucci beckoned you, even the bullet wounds that remained on his body, tracing the outline of the world government. 

      “Is something the matter?” Lucci asked, hair untangled from his ponytail. Each and every bit of him was bare to you. His broad shoulders, wide back.. It was all yours to indulge your sights in. You merely shook your head, making your way into the bathtub in an effort to hide your endearing smile. 

       “Of course not, no.” You allowed your legs to soak as you glanced over at your boss. “Come into the water, i’m sure it’ll relax your muscles.” 

You looked so, so gentle on the eyes. Lucci couldn’t exactly comprehend how you were apart of such a cruel organization. Your passion for others was undying, refusing to leave even the scummiest people alone to suffer. It was a trait of yours that frustrated Lucci to no bounds. Yet, that side of you intrigued him in a way no other being ever had. How could someone go from being a relentless killer to the sweetest honey suckle. Lucci often pondered why you constantly had Cipher Pol zero’s best interests in mind, especially his. What about this organization screamed love and care to you? Why did you cherish everybody so much?

        “Do you mind if i touch?” Your almost angelic voice broke Lucci from his thoughts, tired eyes looking down at you, your body submerged in the bubbles of the bath. “Your back seems to be in pain. Is it because of that fall?” Even as you mentioned notes about the mission, Lucci couldn’t pay attention. He was lost in the whirlpool of your voice, your gorgeous self. 

All Lucci had to do was nod, your hands rubbing down his back in an instant. The firm yet caring circles you rubbed into his throbbing muscles was mellowing, each and every knot popping beneath your hands. 

        “You’re quite skilled at this, Y/n.” You couldn’t help but blush at Lucci saying your name, let alone in such a setting. You weren’t known as Y/n to the public, masking every personal piece of you that you still had. Even your fellow agents called you by your given Cp0 name:  Demoiselles. Like the other members, you adopted the name of a famous painting to match your mask. As far as anyone knew, nobody by the name of Y/n ever existed. 

But you were seen. Lucci knew Y/n, he knew you. How lovely it felt to be seen as yourself, and not as some government weapon. It made your heart flutter, having him see you for you.  Demoiselles wasn’t with you two, at least not now. 

       “Thank you, Lucci... I’m glad you think so, i just want you to feel okay.” You cooed, one of your hands simply caressing him now. Your fingers went from scar to scar, almost as if you were playing connect the dots. “I believe you deserve to feel good more then anybody...” 

Lucci turned his head to you, his dull gaze meeting your more emotional one. “Is that really what you think?” You nodded at the man, smiling the way you always did. That damned smile of yours... Lucci loved it with whatever pieces of his heart remained within him. 

         “Of course... you’re very lovely in my eyes, very kind in your own way.” Your eyes evacuated from his back, drifting towards his wavy hair. “I think you’re deserving of love.” Lucci desperately looked for a drip of doubt in your speech, but there was none. You really believed every bit of what you were saying, weren’t you? 

How stupid... 

Lucci sighed, leaning his scap into your palm, relishing into your affectionate touch. “I don’t think you’re fit to be here. What did the government see in you?” It was true, more or less. Of course he was happy to have you to fight at his side, but you stuck out like a sore thumb. Too pure... 

          “Well..- I’m very glad to be here. Even if you don’t think i’m meant to be here... I wouldn’t have my life any other way.” Your feelings were out on display to Lucci, making your thoughts absolutely transparent. You twirled a strand of his hair around your pointer finger, watching carefully as you singlehandedly curled the strand. 

Lucci stared up at you, gaze unwavering. Despite such tooth rotting words being targeted at him, his poker face never budged. No smile, no blush, nothing. 

          “Would you die for me, even?” Lucci’s eyes shut, lashes fluttering like a moth. He was a moth, attracted to your endless love for life. Yet, you were a butterfly, attracted to the endless void of death. Your loyalty to love would never hinder, would it? Even in the face of death?

           “For you, anything... I would even die.” You left a ghost of a kiss on your bosses temple, finger unlatching the wet curl. Once more, there wasn’t a lick of insincerity in your tone. No hesitation in your mannerisms, nothing of the sorts. 

You were serious. Dead serious. 

            “I’m eternally yours, in life and death. I’ll be apart of Cipher Pol zero until the very end, Lucci.”

[moonydustx]

Part 2 from this request (thank u again @cartoonykat )

Mihawk, Lucci and Crocodile x F!Reader.

In short: how they would react to F!Reader saying she was pregnant, how they would deal with the child.

(get ready to read, the stories are a little long)

PART 1 HERE - Luffy, Zoro and Ace x F! Reader

Warnings are placed individually in each history.

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Mihawk

warnings: fluff. Mihawk and f!Reader are married and want to have children. Mentions of F! Reader be a cook. Very brief mention of abortion (but it was in the past). Content a little spicy, nothing detailed or explicit. Mihawk speaks Spanish a few times in this one (I just couldn't help it). Princesa: princess. Cariño: kind of "Sweetheart"

You had already arranged your sundress countless times, as well as your hair, as well as the entire dinner table. You couldn't sit still, anxious for your husband's arrival. Today you celebrated three years of marriage and you knew that after a long two months, he would return home. You knew his temperament well enough to know that there were high chances of finding him in a bad mood, he hated spending long periods away from the castle and this had been the longest time of all. Of course, your anxiety had nothing to do with the little box hidden in the kitchen.

"Cariño?" You heard his voice from downstairs and in a matter of minutes you already had him in your field of vision. His expression lit up when he saw you and lifted you into his arms. "How I missed you!"

"Me too darling." his hat fell back as you peppered kisses across his face. "My God, how can you stay away all this time?"

"Problems, cariño, a long list of problems." your feet touched the floor again after the long hug. "And what amazing smell is that?"

"Let's just say I used my free time to prepare something special for both of us."

"You should be resting. Last time we spoke, you weren't well." his smile faded, replaced by an alert tone.

"I promise I'm okay." You tried to make conversation just like the day he called you and said you didn't look well. You were talking through a den den mushi, how could he realize that?

"Just give me a few minutes and I'll meet you in the dining room." he asked and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

The minutes of waiting seemed like endless hours, just like dinner itself. You were willing to listen to him talk about how complicated the days at the Cross Guild were, about the news in the world outside your little dome or even how delicious the dough you had prepared was. Your fingers intertwined with his and despite the physical proximity, your mind wandered on how to get to the subject naturally. You had already tried a few times, you had already lost once without even knowing that you expected it, you wanted - and needed - this time to be special.

"Princesa?" he called you, looking towards the cup in front of you. "You didn't like the wine I chose?"

"It's one of my favorites actually."

"Yet it remains untouched." he observed, noticing your hands restlessly hitting the table. "Is something going on?"

"First, I'll get this." You took the wine cork. "Second, wait here for a while."

Twisting the small piece of cork between your fingers - the one you would make sure to keep, you reached for the small box in the kitchen and before long it was standing in front of Mihawk.

"To what do I owe the honor of being presented like this, out of nowhere?" he began to undo the bow, setting the wine glass aside and using both hands to undo the wrapping.

Inside, there were some pregnancy tests, in your desperation to know if it was correct, you took a much larger quantity than necessary. Next to them, a small hawk plush. You had searched the nearby town while picking up fresh items for dinner. At first your idea was to just talk to him, but the stuffed hawk with yellow eyes stole your attention.

"How could I not notice?" he murmured, as if a thought had been spoken aloud. "That means it worked…"

"If you talk about all sex without a condom, without any protection… Drac!"

He pulled you from the chair onto his lap. The hands on your back served as much support as your arms around his neck. Your laughter echoed throughout the castle while Mihawk almost sloppily distributed kisses to any part of your face that he could find.

"How long have you known?" he asked euphorically, a type of state that was rare to find in hawk-eyes.

"A few weeks ago. No, I would never tell you that on a phone call." you interrupted him before he could complain.

For a few minutes, the two of you remained there. Swears like "I love you" "You just made me the happiest man in the world" they were uttered and kisses spread across your face. His hands, accustomed to the weight and brutality of swords, touched you gently. Not like you were something about to break, but rather like something he valued so much. As if he wanted to record every moment of that moment in his memory through the drawings of his hands on your body. The yellowish eyes practically penetrated your soul as you watched Mihawk.

"May I know what's going on in your beautiful head, my princess?" Mihawk's nose caressed your neck, earning a smile from your lips.

"Now you know. It was a low blow to choose my favorite wine." you mumbled, adjusting yourself in his lap.

"No alcohol for you from now on."

"Not for a while now. God, I'd kill for a full glass right now."

"Maybe I have a little idea of ​​how to satisfy that desire of yours."

"What do you say, hawk eyes." Your attentive eyes followed him as he brought the glass of wine to his mouth and slowly drank the drink, in silent provocation. "Are you capable of being so mean to your pregnant wife? I thought it was to satisfy my desire."

"Don't put it like that." He returned the cup to the immense table, his agile hands slid across the bare skin of your thighs. "I just want you to taste it in a new way."

The taste of wine invaded your lips when Mihawk trapped you in a kiss. His tongue opened space in you, eliciting a moan from you when you felt the much-desired taste invade your palate. In an improvised juggling act, without taking your lips off his, you adjusted yourself in Mihawk's lap. Before now your legs dangled around his body, looking for some kind of friction.

"Babe, I need you." you murmured against his lips and his hands held you even tighter, feeling his intimacy harden against yours. "Please, it's on my craving list too."

"Who knew what a little of the taste would do to you." his hands slid over your skin, he could clearly see your skin crawl. "It also seems like you're more sensitive, this is interesting."

"Why don't you take it off and find out?" you pulled his hands down to the hem of your dress.

"Do you want to take this upstairs?" he asked and instead of using words, you just took off the dress you were wearing, throwing it across the kitchen.

You didn't need to shout the news from the rooftops, that night it was enough for Mihawk that you screamed his name, that he valued the body that would be home to your two long-awaited baby. After eliciting screams, nectar and sweat from you unlike many other times when you spent hours caressing each other and talking, you remained awake for a short time. Then Mihawk could notice the small difference in your belly, how it seemed firmer and pointier, different from the last time he had ventured across your body.

"Sorry about the time out." he first made sure you were asleep and then leaned down to whisper against your skin. "I promise to make it up to you. Both of you."

You could notice the different way Mihawk looked at you and not that he didn't do it often, but it became more and more common to hear him say "You look amazing." "You are so beautiful." Soon after the discovery, you also discovered how your husband could go into hyperfocus and the time was to find a perfect home for you. It still hurt you to leave the castle behind, even if for a brief time, but he knew he had tasks to fulfill with the Cross Guild and because of that, he would need to spend more time away from your island home.

The small arranged mansion was also isolated and was a result of Crocodile's help. Despite having little contact with the main part of the island, it was much less minutes away than the old house. At least you would have space to redecorate the entire room to your liking.

"Woman, you really want to spare me from living a long life." Before your protests, you felt his arms wrap around you and take you off the ladder that you were balancing on to finish painting the room. "If this child turns out to be half as stubborn as you, I will be in big trouble."

"Baby, don't listen to your father's nonsense." you mumbled to your belly bump. "And you, did you manage to assemble the crib?"

"No." he practically whispered and as a way of irritating him, you pretended not to hear. "I'm going back to the city, I'm sure there must be something already done."

"You men, with your little swords, can't handle a new toy." You stood on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. "Let's switch tasks."

"You women and your kitchen knives." he grumbled, watching you leave and then return only to look at him with judgement. "Okay, I've been an asshole now."

The light shade of yellow had just finished filling the walls when a bang took the eagle eyes' attention. Hearing you swear, it only took seconds for him to be on the doorstep, watching you contemplate the collapsed crib.

"What were you saying about swords?" he teased but your furious look made him change his mind - he swore he saw something red shine in your iris. "Tomorrow we'll go to town together and get one ready, what do you think my love?"

"A great idea."

"And for now, how about a hot bath, some music and grape juice." well, at least that was the way he had found to prevent you from drinking wine.

"Can we include a massage in the package?" you took advantage of the fact that he was behind your body to lean on him.

"Whatever my dear wife wants."

The house was already ready, toys, clothes and gifts from the most different friends were piling up and by a pure coincidence of fate, Luna arrived into the world on a full moon night. You would carry it in your soul when Mihawk's eyes - golden when they touched the moonlight - met the small pair of irises identical to his.

"My little Luna, you chose the right day to come." he whispered, pacing the sleeping girl from side to side. "You are so perfect."

"Just like her daddy." you answered.

In other situations you would end up in two camps: Mihawk would play the opposite and say that the most beautiful thing in the relationship is you or on days when he was really in a good mood, he would say how lucky you were to have him. That night, he just smiled at your comment. Not a provocative smile like most of the ones he had given his entire life. It was one of those that made the hawk's eyes become just a detail on his illuminated face.

"Thank you my love." he replied to you. "Thank you for bringing me a little piece of heaven, of all this infinity above us. Mi preciosa Luna."

When little Luna wasn't within your reach, you didn't need to make an effort to find her, she would be in her father's shadow. Whether in the moments he took to read or even in some Cross Guild meetings. The other two men didn't seem to mind the little girl's presence, who was always busy with something.

"I think we can… Hey, what's this?" Buggy screamed as he saw the girl climb over him. "Mihawk!"

"Let the girl have some fun. That's what clowns are for, aren't they?" Crocodile responded in a gentle tone while Mihawk kept his eyes on Luna, who without hesitation pulled one of Buggy's ears and sat on the couch next to him.

"You little brat!" the clown made to take the ear from her hand in an almost brutal way as he felt her digging the almost non-existent fingers into the cartilage of the ear. "That hurts."

"I wouldn't want to have to remove your other ear, permanently." Mihawk spoke calmly, as if he had just commented on an everyday fact.

"Sorry to interrupt." You walked into the room, attracting looks, especially from a certain little girl who realized that your ear wasn't that interesting anymore.

"Mami!" Luna immediately started throwing her little arms towards you and even though she tried to at least hide it in these situations it was impossible not to see Mihawk's eyes light up.

"She just took down a Yonkou, I'll be saving a spot on the team for her." Crocodile laughed when he saw your dissatisfied face. "Okay, I guess I'll have to settle for just a single hawk's eye."

On the same day, after a few long hours of meeting between them, you thought that at least your husband would want to rest, to remove any idea of ​​work from inside the house - despite his choice to have brought work into the house while the Luna was still small. Of all the places you expected to find yourself, you didn't expect to find Mihawk with little Luna on his lap, in front of them a large Cross Guild poster.

"Who's that?" Mihawk pointed at the figure.

"It's a crocodile." The word was slurred, but Luna said it anyway with a certain confidence. Again, the man asked, pointing to the next image. "The clown."

"And who is this?"

"Dada!" she cheered, making him laugh along and, consequently, you, happy with your little family.

Lucci

warnings: Lucci is a warning in itself. A lot of angst with a somewhat happy ending. F!Reader was also an agent, she had the fruit that transformed her into a kind of cat. Slightly troubled relationship between him and F!Reader. Completely based on the fact that Lucci is not a complete psychopath (I mean, egghead spoilers ahead: him asking for Kaku's life, how can we not love him? Besides the CP9 cover stories).

A few days had passed since the last time you and Lucci had seen each other in person. The voices demanding mission reports seemed distant as you watched him from the other side of the table and you had known him long enough to know that even though he seemed focused he was still able to see him glance casually in your direction and no one noticed.

You wished the brief meeting could have lasted longer, given you time to think more about what words to use, to fantasize that Lucci would be happy with the idea, but chills ran through your body just thinking about it.

"Hey, meow girl." Kaku nudged you with his shoulder, pulling you back to the real world. "I heard you got into trouble."

"You have no idea." You laughed heartily, pushing him back. "Call me meow girl again and I'll wring your huge neck."

"Hey, I'm just being nice."

"I bet you are, big guy." You pinched the tip of his nose, leaving him grumbling.

"Need to talk to you." Lucci's voice interrupted the two of you, stopping Kaku's laughter and complaints. The man just waved and walked away, leaving you and Lucci alone. "Not here."

He took the lead, his firm steps and serious posture didn't let anyone think anything other than that you - who followed him without the same grandeur - had gotten yourself into some kind of problem. The solid wooden door closed behind you as you noticed Rob Lucci walk through the space, filling two glasses of brandy and handing you one of them. The drink danced through your hands, but never reached your lips.

"You were restless today, pupils dilated, sweat on your face." He touched a temple, noticing the moisture. "What kind of problem did you encounter?"

"I'm pregnant." You ripped the band-aid off at once, with no time to let the thoughts flow through your mind.

The man took a few steps back, looking you up and down and then looking around the entire room. The small shot of brandy in his hand was downed in moments and he took the one you were holding from you, the liquid meeting the same fate.

"And what do I have to do with it?" you already knew his cold temper, but you didn't expect to hear such rude words.

"What do you have to do with this?" you snapped, approaching him. "What do you have to do with this? Use your fucking brain Lucci."

"What's wrong? How can you guarantee that this is my doing?" His tone dropped, becoming threatening. "I have nothing to do with this."

"I knew you could be an asshole, but after all this time?" you gave him a push Lucci didn't react, just letting his body move away.

"We had one night and that was it. This could be anyone's business."

The lie that came out of his lips hurt more than any blow you've ever taken in all these years fighting alongside him.

You threatened to push him, but this time he reacted by guiding your body to the wall and enclosing you in his arms. Your body contracted as you saw him punch the wall next to you and some pieces of concrete fall.

"Get out of here." his tone became a whisper and if it weren't for the argument you were already having, it was impossible to tell he was mad. "You get out of here and ask to leave Cipher Pol today. Ask or I'll throw you out."

How could you have been stupid to think that would lead anywhere? You thought Lucci could have changed something, all the times the two of you could have had some connection felt in vain.

Swallowing your tears and not giving any justification to anyone, a few days later you managed to free yourself from the organization. You knew they would keep an eye on you, but at least now you wouldn't be the target of Lucci's hatred.

A few months later you had already found a new home on your home island, a new spark of hope that everything would work out, even without him. That week you would be six months pregnant and you were already used to the affection and closeness of your neighbors and colleagues. What you weren't used to was strange noises in your house in the middle of the night.

Reluctantly - and against any recommendation from your doctor, you assumed the form that your devil fruit allowed. A completely black cat. You still remembered Kalifa's laugh when you two and Kaku acquired your fruits and she claimed it was curious that you also turned into a feline.

The image of the man you no longer imagined seeing in front of you was there, standing in your kitchen. You wanted to return to your human form and ask what it was about, you wanted to at least feel him again, but the hatred inside you spoke louder. Shooing away the pigeon that accompanied him, you jumped at Lucci, climbing up his suit with your fingernails.

"Stop this." Lucci tried to hold you back, but you kept throwing small kicks at him. Damn the time you trimmed your claws, the damage wouldn't be so great "Stop!"

Fatigue soon hit you and you returned to your human form, even so you continued attacking him, this time with weak slaps.

"You practically called me a bitch." you snapped, having your hands trapped by his. "You humiliated me and now you have the nerve to show up here."

"You need to calm down." you lunged at him, even though your hands were practically tied by his hands. "You're going to hurt yourself, sweetheart, please."

The calm tone of his words hit you before your brain even processed his arms trapping you in a tight hug. It took a few seconds before you actually gave up trying to free yourself.

"Calm down, please." he asked once again, pressing you against his body.

"You left me." hurt replaced the hatred in your voice, this time you were able to let go of him, now calmer.

Noticing that your clothes were gone with your transformation, you turned your back and went to your room, reaching for panties and a robe. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you closed your eyes, trying to regain the lost air and dealing with the weakness that took over your body.

"There are big differences between the anatomy of a cat and a human, even more so when they carry their kittens." Lucci leaned on the doorstep and realized that you still hadn't turned your attention to him. He soon bent down in front of you, taking one of your hands. "How can I help you?"

"You sent me away." the hurt was almost palpable in your voice. "My life was good here, I got a job even though I was pregnant, I started making friends. Why are you here after so long?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about you two." Lucci gave up and sat next to you. "That day I had to lie." he confessed and your attention quickly turned to Lucci. "I saw Yuro following us, him slightly pushing the door to hear us. He was interested in my position just like he was always interested in you. What do you think he would do when he connected the information?" The question remained in the air for some time, long enough for you to feel your heart soften a little. "That's why I asked you to leave, I didn't know how well the little act had worked."

"And how did you find me here?"

"I never lost sight of you." the answer was almost obvious to you, yet it was good to hear. "Besides, even if I wanted to, that annoying giraffe wouldn't leave me alone after I told him about the child." a light laugh dared to cross your lips. "I'm sorry for this."

"I know you meant well, Lucci, but it still hurts anyway." you made to touch his arm, but you flinched. "It doesn't mean that I don't miss you, that I don't want to see you."

"I figured that. As long as you accept me here, accept me in this child's life, I want to stay." he, contrary to what you had done, allowed his hand to touch your skin, turning your face towards him. "And what you want?"

"Can we just cuddle for a bit, please?"

Lucci opted to just pull you into his arms and drag you to the bed, laying down comfortably and allowing you to snuggle into him. Feeling a little wary of how you would react, his hand lightly touched the spot on the back of your neck that you loved being stroked. Surely your cat form would be purring. For a long time, it was the kind of physical contact you had.

The residents of the small village were initially surprised by the man's presence. He didn't stay for long and when he stayed on the island, he only left the house a few times and had a serious expression on his face, not allowing anyone to feel free to talk. And when it was extremely necessary, he preferred to use Hattori for that role.

The little child arrived into the world on a rainy night. Leo was an almost identical copy of his father, except for his eyes that were the same as yours. Lucci only returned to the island two days later and few things could surprise him more than finding you sitting on the bed with several blankets around your body, while you breastfed the little baby.

"Hey." you limited yourself to saying, not wanting to speak more or louder so as not to take away the child's peace.

"Are you cold?"

"I just need to keep the nest… the bed warm, make our little Leo comfortable." You looked at the little one, who was still focused on eating. "Want to see him?" You nodded to the space next to you on the bed.

Lucci got closer and could notice every feature of the baby it was like looking at a small version of him. Until the small eyes found the man's direction and he understood that everything bad that could exist in him, in Lucci, would be compensated by everything good he had in you. A strange feeling took over him, something like possession, like pride, something that if he needed to put into words he wouldn't be able to.

His hands first lowered the cover from your back and then lowered the strap of your shirt. Before you could complain, Lucci started distributing kisses and rubbing his face against your skin, in a strange affection that you gladly accepted. In anyone's eyes, it would be like seeing two cats taking care of their pup.

Lucci was right in his little mental gamble. Leo was a physical copy of him, but he had your personality. Cunning, agile, but kind, a soft heart that accepted anything. Well, almost anything.

"Daddy!" the boy shouted as soon as he saw Lucci enter the small yard after almost two months away. The man just bent down and allowed him to jump into his arms. When Leo was just a few centimeters away, Lucci watched the boy scream in horror and walk away. "Hattori!"

The pigeon landed on Lucci's shoulder and that was enough to explain the story. Ever since baby Leo woke up with the pigeon watching him, the now three-year-old boy was terrified of any bird and poor Hattori was included - and was the main reason.

"Son, I already told you. Hattori is good." you caught up to them, sitting on the floor so you were at Leo's level.

"No, it is not." he grumbled, hiding in the back of your neck. "Get him out of here."

"You need to get used to it." Lucci would once again try and knew he might fail. "Look at me."

"I don't want."

"Leo…" the warning tone caught the boy's attention, who just gave him space to see, not letting go of you. "Look, Hattori is a good friend."

Lucci let the pigeon land on his fingertips. Fulfilling the small unspoken agreement between the two, Hattori remained quiet, accepting Lucci to stroke his head.

"See? Your mom likes him too." Lucci passed the pigeon to your finger and more docilely you caught it.

"Come here." Lucci picked up the boy and whispered something in his ear, probably some promise to the boy. Leo, with his small trembling hand, stretched out his finger and let Hattori land. "See? He can be a great friend."

"He can?"

"Coo, yes sir Leo." As soon as the dove spoke, Leo screamed in fear again, letting the bird fly and throwing himself at you.

"Maybe that was too soon." Lucci commented, helping you stand with the boy on your lap.

That time, Lucci spent about a month with you and you were already suffering from the night he was leaving. Partly because of your longing, even if you hadn't gotten back into the relationship, you couldn't deny how you felt about him. In addition to suffering for little Leo. He admired his father, even though he didn't know what he actually did and even though he maintained a more serious behavior, you knew that Lucci adored the boy.

"Dad…" you watched Lucci put Leo to sleep, with the boy practically with his eyes closed. "You will return?"

"I promise you I will."

"What if I cry just this little bit." he pointed at the small space with his fingers. "Will you still love me?"

The question seemed to take him by surprise. You noticed that Lucci didn't respond immediately and you wondered how many memories were going through his head, of all the death, chaos and hatred that he had carried since childhood. You knew that it was difficult for Lucci to express - and even nurture feelings that were reserved for few people, the bond with you and Leo was unique.

"Absolutely," a rare light chuckle escaped him. "You're my best friend, remember?" Lucci finished covering the boy. "Now sleep."

You blew your little boy a kiss from a distance and closed the door to his room. Like something magnetic you followed Lucci to the small room of the house you two sort of shared.

"Need to talk to you."

"I'm listening." you crossed your arms, bracing yourself for something bad, something like "That was the last time I showed up."

"I'm leaving Cipher Pol." he took a small letter from his pocket. That seal was familiar and the last time you saw it was when you gave up.

"Explain this to me properly"

"Even on a mission in Water 7, being a shipwright wasn't that bad." as he spoke, you felt even more lost. "I've always had my goals. Little Leo wasn't one of them, but I can't ignore him."

"You know you don't have to do that. Our little arrangement has been working." you tried to argue, but Lucci was irreducible, as always.

"I don't really need it. I want it." he spoke firmly. "I'm just going to carry out this mission more."

"Something important?"

"I need to go to Egghead, deal with Vegapunk." he limited himself to speaking, not wanting to go into too many details. Despite asking, your mind was still stuck on the idea of ​​having Lucci always there.

"Promise to come back." the words came out like an order. "Promise now Lucci, please."

Lucci just hung his face, trying to understand where that plea had come from. You always warned him to make promises to Leo, after all, life as an agent and director of CP0 wasn't the safest. Those words didn't usually come out of your mouth.

Ignoring the mix of sensations that accumulated in your chest, you practically threw yourself towards Lucci, taking his lips for yourself. His lack of reaction only lasted a few seconds and you only had to press your body against his for his hands to find your legs and lock them around his waist.

"I promise." he said amidst sighs and footsteps towards your room. "As long as you promise to come back to me, to be mine again."

"I promise."

Crocodile

warnings: angst, but with a happy ending. Crocodile and F!Reader are married, there are mentions of blood but nothing much. Mentions of Cross Guild because I absolutely love the existence of this trio.

Long years, long disputes and problems ago, Crocodile found you lost in Alabasta. Fleeing from a crew that chose to only use you, you found yourself without any direction and when demonstrating your skills to escape some thieves, he saw something interesting in you.

This interest lasted through the years, even into the fall of his reign in Alabasta, even into the time he was trapped in Impel Down, he knew that once he found you again, he wouldn't let something so good slip through his hands like sand in the wind.

That's how the small ring with green details found your hand, which you passed from Miss Honeymoon to his wife. Very little time had passed before you had to face the countless positive tests that piled up in front of you.

You tried to go back to bed in silence, the goal was not to wake Crocodile and over time, find the courage to bring the news to him. However, you failed miserably. As soon as the bathroom door opened, you found Crocodile waiting for you.

"You've been out of bed for a while. Is everything okay?" he asked, leaning against the wall next to the door.

"Y-Yes." Your voice betrayed you, giving away that at least something had happened in there and you knew Crocodile enough to know that he would turn everything over and discover your little secret. "Can we talk?"

"It's a little early for that, isn't it, my little one?" The serious expression on your face told him that the matter couldn't wait. Without asking, he took your hand and guided you back to the bed, placing you in a sitting position. "What happened?"

"I h-guess. I mean." you took a deep breath, the huge room seemed to compress next to you. "I'm pregnant."

Silence prevailed for a few seconds - it seemed like ages between the two of you. You looked for any reaction, for anything, but Crocodile was far away. It was just a physical form in front of you.

"Rest, there's still a long way to go before dawn." he just said, turning his back and heading towards the bathroom.

It didn't take long for you to see him leave, hair wet, steam everywhere, no more words left his lips and the first rays of sun appeared on the horizon when he disappeared from your field of vision. Almost two weeks passed like this, only essential words were exchanged between the two of you, Crocodile spent most of his hours away from home or locked in his office. According to Daz, the boss had problems to solve.

That was it, this would end the relationship that you two had worked so hard to achieve. Without saying anything, you packed your bags, even so you couldn't leave without at least looking at his face. Opening the office door without any kind of ceremony, the first thing that caught your attention was the blood that was staining him, only then did you notice the cut that he was finishing stitching.

"Crocodile!" You got closer, trying to touch the wound, but he pushed your hand away. "Are you okay?"

"It was just a superficial cut." he simply responded, finishing the last stitch and using gauze to cover the wound.

Despite your concern, you would not let your recent decision shake you. Crocodile watched with surprised eyes as you took off the ring you were wearing and with shaking hands left it on the table.

"What is this about?"

"Given the distance, the way you've been treating me, I don't think you were happy with the existence of a baby." You started, trying to make your voice steady. "But I am and it's okay that you don't want to have a child, but I do. I just don't want to have to deal with this indifference, this distance. You don't talk to me, you don't sleep in our bed…"

"Calm down darling, please." he asked, his unshaken tone quite contrary to the worried expression on his features.

He took your hand and gently made you circle the table, standing next to him. Crocodile then took three brown folders from a drawer, each of which had a name and a photo of a guy.

"Do you remember them?" you still remembered the faces, before settling on the new island, the two of you evaluated how the entire system worked.

"The three main leaders here on this island. This one is responsible for the bandits." You pointed to the first photo and then to the second. "This one was a pirate too, as I remember."

"And this one works in the slave trade." Crocodile took a pen and crossed out his photo, just as the first man's photo was also crossed out.

"And what does this have to do with what I told you just now?" you tried to move away from the table, but the hand on your waist stopped you.

"As we once talked about, I planned to calmly find a place for my business, maybe some partnerships…" he put the folders aside, turning his attention completely to you. "Now with this. With our baby on the way. I can't allow there to be threats of this level around."

"What do you mean by that, my dear?" the endearing word involuntarily escaped your lips, a clear sign that you couldn't help but have love for Crocodile, even with the hurt.

"I needed to speed up my business, exclude some of these faces." He held your face and pressed his forehead to yours. "I can only be happy with this news when I know you two are safe."

"Crocodile…"

"I'm going to be the happiest man on this island when I can walk around showing off my beautiful, shiny, pregnant wife, carrying my little one. I don't want our children to have to see the terror we've both experienced throughout this life."

"I thought you didn't want me anymore." you let your hands wrap around him and his found a similar path around your body.

"I'm a man of my word and when I said I want you for the rest of my life, I really meant it." His lips traced their way across your face. "Please give me just a few more days and I will allow myself to be happy with this news."

It took another week before you woke up in the middle of the night, feeling something you hadn't felt in time. The icy contrast of his hook revealed that Crocodile had accidentally slept in that position. Head and one hand resting on your belly, in a protective mode. Apparently, the day had finally come for him to allow himself to be happy.

The months that followed were calmer, with the full-time man being your shadow, even on the tireless afternoons of shopping you did, Crocodile was there. At least he considered himself lucky and rewarded, since your raging hormones acted in a somewhat pleasant way for him - which made Daz find the two of you in a vulnerable way in the kitchen.

The best doctors from across the island gathered in the grand mansion when Ella was born. An identical copy for you, much to Crocodile's happiness. You knew that Crocodile would dedicate himself to being a father, even if it didn't work out, however, you couldn't be more wrong. On many nights, the girl was only able to stop crying when she found her father, or afternoons became calmer when, while the two of you talked and made plans, little Ella was distracted by the piles of sand that her father was. capable of producing. Apart from the fact that he had decided to give a baby Bananawani as soon as she turned her first birthday or when he made a replica of the hook he had for the little girl, everything was going well in the relationship between the three of you.

Despite being your copy in terms of features, her personality was much more similar to her father - and she was extremely close to him. With a cunning capable of convincing everyone, it didn't take long for Ella to be able to soften even Daz's heart. There wasn't a thing the girl asked for that Crocodile's faithful partner wouldn't go after. Cross Guild mates were also victims of Ella. In this case, just one of them. Mihawk thought it was funny for someone so small to have such an irreverent stance as Crocodile, despite almost getting him expelled from the Cross Guild when he was caught letting Ella play - or at least try - to manipulate Yoru. As for Buggy, Ella preferred to keep her distance. One of the few things the girl couldn't deal with easily was the existence of clowns.

The scream of horror that crossed the corridor invaded your ears, as well as those of the other two men who were next to you. Recognizing the voice, you and Crocodile jumped to your feet, quickly heading to where you thought the source was. Arriving in the kitchen, Crocodile barely had time to balance himself when he saw Ella hugging his legs, looking for some kind of help.

"A monster daddy, a big monster." Crocodile picked her up and felt the girl's heart racing even with all the fabrics separating him from her skin. "He's right there."

"It's okay, sweetie." your voice reached her ears, which were practically the only possible point of contact. Her eyes were sunk into her father's shoulder, her small hands almost pierced the fabric of his overcoat.

"I have my suspicions about what this monster is." Mihawk, who you hadn't noticed following the two of you, spoke up. "And I agree with you Ella, it's a pretty ugly monster." the cynicism was clear in his voice.

"Look at your father, my little one." Crocodile asked and found two orbs damp with tears. "Was it a monster with an ugly, red nose?"

"You lizard, you don't talk about my nose." Buggy practically rolled out of the pantry, eliciting another scream from the girl who went back into hiding. "She who appeared out of nowhere here."

"He's harmless, Ella." you tried to catch her, but the girl refused to let go of her own father.

"She's in her house, she has the freedom to do whatever she wants." Crocodile's threatening tone didn't go unnoticed. "You know what awaits you, don't you, clown?"

"Hey, I didn't do anything." he grumbled, approaching you already knowing that Crocodile would scalp him soon. "Look here, pretty girl, Uncle Buggy is your friend."

"Everything is fine." you interrupted the clown, who only scared your daughter more. You knew that the two of them probably just bumped into each other in the kitchen, but little Ella's fear spoke louder in these moments. "You are not going to do anything." you muttered to Crocodile and turned to the clown in question. "And can you stop this, you're only scaring little Ella more."

"Let's get out of here, my little baby." your husband grumbled, turning his back and going in front, you couldn't make out exactly what he was saying, but he seemed to be trying to reassure Ella, who was just sniffling now.

The sniffles were replaced by a small laugh, when you looked to the side the reason made you laugh too. Mihawk had turned the blunt side of the sword and hit Buggy a few times, who grunted back.

"We don't scare little girls here, we only scare bad mariners." Mihawk repeated the gesture and you knew he wasn't using any of the full strength he had. "Don't scare little Ella."

The hawk's eyes blinked at the girl, who continued laughing - much to the reassurance of Crocodile, who was already thinking of methods to torture his fellow Cross Guild member. No one scared his little girl.

[kookie-doughs]

Daddy Cupid

Modern!Various One Piece Men X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 1: Cupid's Bow

Chapter 2: Cupid's Arrow

Chapter 3: Cupid's Aim

Shot At

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 ᴍᴀʀᴄᴏ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ʙᴜɢɢʏ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇʀ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1: 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖾𝖾𝖾𝖾𝖾

Chapter 2: My love so sweet, My darling one

Chapter 3: Scary ass old men

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 ᴍɪʜᴀᴡᴋ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 ᴋᴜᴢᴀɴ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1:

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚗 ʟᴜᴄᴄɪ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚢 ꜱʜᴀɴᴋꜱ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 ᴅᴏꜰʟᴀᴍɪɴɢᴏ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1: 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍

Chapter 2: I'm literally the best stop complaining

Chapter 3: You're being super weird rn

Chapter 4: He's like so obsessed idk wym

Chapter 5: You willingly wanted this to happen

Chapter 6: You're just so annoying and a menace

Chapter 7: Oh just shut up stupid heart

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 ʀᴏꜱɪɴᴀɴᴛᴇ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚡 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ᴄʀᴏᴄᴏᴅɪʟᴇ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1:

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ᴋᴀᴛᴀᴋᴜʀɪ

HI GUYS OMG SO LIKE THIS STORY DERIVED FROM MY "nightly fanfiction self inserts" I USUALLY SLEEP WRITING A FANFICTION IN MY HEAD AND LIKE THIS WAS ORIGINALLY A MARCOxREADER STORY BUT I WAS LIKE THIS AU IS TOO GOOD I MIGHT AS WELL MILK IT

I ADDED ALL THE CHARACTERS I CAN THINK OF IF YOU HAVE A REQUEST FOR A CHARACTER TO BE ADDED HERE YOU CAN SEND AN ASK OF DM ME ALONG WITH A TROPE OR NOT IF YOU CANT THINK AND PLEASE MAKE THE AGE REASONABLE 11 YEARS YOUNGER IS THE MAX AS FOR OLDER NO ONE OLDER THAN YOUR DAD

YES THEYRE ALL GONNA BE STORIES LIKE MARCO'S ROUTE IS GONNA HAVE CHAPTERS AND SO WOULD OTHERS THE LENGTH ISNT ALL GONNA BE SAME IT VARIES

IF YOU WANT THE TROPE WRITTEN FOR ANOTHER CHARACTER LIKE "Childhood friend Shanks" I CAN WRITE IT AS ANOTHER STORY THE SAME TROPE CAN'T BE WRITTEN HERE TWICE IF YOU SUGGEST A DIFFERENT TROPE FOR A CHARACTER LIKE "Can you change the trope for Katakuri" IF I HAVEN'T WRITTEN HIS PART YET I WILL OBLIGE SO LONG AS YOU PROVIDE WITH THE TROPE I HAVEN'T WRITTEN

I AM POSTING THIS NOW DESPITE NOT HAVING WRITTEN ANYTHING YET IN CASE YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE TROPES OR ADD CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING

Your age in the story is 30(same age as Doflamingo), your father is Rayleigh(67). I follow the canonical age gaps just like yk different age. Shanks and Buggy are 2 years younger(28) Luffy is 8 ykyk you can follow the age line here

I hope you'll enjoy this love you all!!!!

Taglist?

@gayer-than-the-gayest-gay @nykie-love-anime @angstylittleb1tch @valen-yamyam16 @melodyidk @anicega @littlegreekgirl1 @rebeccawinters @manduse @alextheknight707 @h0n3y-l3m0n05

[one-piece-aus]

Can I request Whumptober No.13 for Yan Rob Lucci or Yan Kaku?

Sure thing! ^-^

Whumptober Day 13

Yandere Lucci x Reader

"Hello there," you greeted a little white pigeon wearing a red tie. "Aren't you cute."

"Thank you."

You jumped, startled, and surprise clouded your face. "You can talk?"

"Yes, but don't tell anyone, okay?" The pigeon held up his wing as if they were hands forming the shush sign.

"Ohhhhh okay," you nodded. In awe and fascinated by this talking bird, you didn't pay attention to the noises next door. 

For hours you asked the bird questions until it announced it had to leave. Sad to see it fly away, you waved goodbye until it flew out of sight. You'd never see it.

At least, that's what was supposed to happen.

A month later the pigeon came back, and your excitement skyrocketed. You were beginning to believe the talking bird with a tie was all a dream you had, you were happy to know the bird's real. You asked more questions but then you asked one you should've asked sooner.

"Do you have a name?"

"I do, forgive me for not introducing myself," the pigeon apologized and bowed. "I'm Hattori."

"Hattori, huh." You petted his little head. "Do you have an owner?"

"Mhm, but he's... busy right now, so I came here out of boredom."

You giggled, "I hope I don't get in trouble for keeping you away from him."

"Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Hattori leaned into your hand. "I think he'd like you."

"You think so?" You mused before going into the kitchen to get Hattori a snack.

Little did you know, his owner was standing under your balcony, arms crossed and leaning against the wall.

Like clockwork, you saw Hattori once a week now. You invited him inside a few times, but he declined, saying he preferred being outside with fresh air. At least, that was before tonight.

"[Y/n], it's cold outside, can I fly in?" Hattori shivered with his wings wrapped around him.

"Of course." You stepped to the side and let the poor bird into your home, forgetting about your glass of water on the counter. "Here let me get you a blanket."

You left the balcony door open and headed to the hallway closet, taking out the handstitched blanket you made for the bird you had created in your spare time. When reached, Hattori was perched on the counter beside your drink.

"Here," You laid the tiny thing around the bird. "You should feel better now. Oh, I almost forgot about my drink." You picked up the glass, sipping the contents. "What kind of owner leaves his pet out in the cold of night? Actually..." You placed the drink down and held your head. "I don't feel so good."

The counters became sideways and the ground came up to slam into you. Hattori flew up from the counter, you didn't quite see where he went. The last thing you saw was dress shoes approaching you.

Tag: @bookandyarndragon @roseoftrafalgar

[elenamegan14]

Yandere One Piece - Irish/Nordic Fae Folk Myth X F!Reader - Prologue

It's a spooky season, and I have yet to see any Yandere One Piece reader fics based on Slavic myths and legends! Blame me for being too invested in Bramble: the Mountain King game.

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Once, there was a childless couple who lived in a quaint village. Although the village is rich in tradition and harvest, it was also a fearsome place. Not far from them lies a great forest called the Grand Line, a home of every fae folks, each more astounding and nightmarish than man had ever known. 

But that was where our story began. 

One night, on a full moon during a winter’s eve, the couple is visited by a frail, old woman. They immediately brought her in, warmed her, and fed her. When all is done, she transforms into a beautiful fairy. A member of the fairy monarchy, Rogue. 

To thank the couple, Rogue rewarded them with something they had yearned for years: a child. And so, on the first day of Spring, a healthy baby girl was born. 

Alas, even the fairy world has it;s own rules, and the rule is crueler than the rules of mankind. A baby who is granted life by the fairy must be returned back by the ripe age of thirteen. Rogue did not want her work to go to waste, so she told the couple that they must move the child away from the village, never to enter any fairy rings at any cost, and give their child a pair of special earrings made of iron to protect them. 

Thus, the family evaded the pursuit of the fae folks beyond the age of thirteen. In retaliation, the fae folks began to terrorize the villagers - they would not stop to torment them until the child was given to them. Furious at the fleeing family for putting them into this bedlam, the villagers set up a trap to return the child back to the Grand Line. 

Eighteen years have passed, and the child grew up in the Kingdom of Goa. With each passing day, the blessings from Rogue had made the child cunning, wise, and attractive. The child was a curious oddity amongst her peers, but there was one person who despised her existence more so than the others. 

Sarie is the daughter of a notorious monarchy in the Goa Kingdom. Although she has everything in the palm of her hand, she is wicked jealous of the child’s charm and beauty. Her opportunity stuck when a vengeful villager asked her to cooperate to rid of the child’s existence in the mortal world. 

Soon after, Sarie begged her fiancee, Sterry, to arrange a special trip only for his classmates, the child included, straight to the child’s original village. Sterry and his cohorts lured the child to the edge of the forest, right before the entrance of Grand Line. Once there, Sarie threw her scarf into the middle of the fairy ring and asked the child to pick it up for her. 

The child is confused. Why should she follow such a petty instruction? Also, the child pleaded that she was not supposed to enter the fairy ring at any cost. However, Sterry and their classmates loudly demanded her to do so. 

When the child reluctantly tried to enter the fairy ring, Sterry once again ordered the child to take off the child’s iron earrings for Sarie. She tried to refuse but Sterry warned her that if she disobeyed, he would make sure that she became the enemy of Goa. 

The child had always wanted to be accepted by Sterry and Sarie - she did not understand what she had done wrong to receive his ire. The child also knew that Sarie and Sterry’s family had more power than her family did. She hastily took off her earrings and gave them to Sarie. With a heavy heart, she entered the fairy ring. 

Sterry and Sarie’s deception became light once she turned around inside the fairy ring, only to find herself alone in a strange forest. She ran back and forth, calling for her classmates. 

None answered. 

Alone, terrified, and confused, the child trekked into the woods of Grand Line on her own, in hoping to find her way home… not knowing that she had fulfilled her promise…

And break the village’s curse. 

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You are wandering around the fogged oath, unable to see what's beyond. Suddenly, you heard footsteps. Behind you, in front of you, everywhere! You barely have a moment's rest when a mischievous-looking human-like creature appears before your very eyes. Shrieking, you fall back behind, astounded by what you see.

"Shishishi! Did I scare you?" The creature grinned hugely, enhancing his unique shaggy features with a stitched scar underneath his left eye.

Monkey D. Luffy, the Pookah, has arrived. Next

[professionaldrider]

TAKING NOTES: ROB LUCCI X READER SMUT

REQUESTS OPEN ON MY AO3 : Dear_Oh_Dear

“Y/N!!!” Someone yelled out, startling a young woman who was sleeping right on her desk. Was she supposed to be writing a paper? Yes. Was she doing that? No- but Y/n couldn't help it! It was just so boring. Though, it was the only job that would accept her due to, well, utterly embarrassing herself and messing up every single job that she ever had. There wasn't a place in Water 7 that she didn't work at that she didn't already get fired from in less than a day. So this job- working as a journalist was her last shot, and sleeping on the job wasn't really helping her.

Y/n got up hurriedly to where the voice called out from- Her boss's office. Y/n hesitantly opened the door to see a stern face.

“Y/n. I have a job for you, and you better do it or you're fired.” He spoke, and he sure was quick to the point. Y/n nodded hastily, a look of nervousness painted bee face.

“Yes boss!”

“Your job is to interview Rob Lucci, I'm sure you've heard of him- he's quite popular among you girls. Anyways, he already agreed to answer any question you ask, and I've prepared some for you, most of these were sent in through the mail by some fans, so you better get them answered.” He demands, “But some more info that you'll be needing to do…” he trails off as Y/n mind wanders elsewhere.

Ah yes, y/n, a young and aspiring journalist, was sent by the Mizu Mizu Newspaper Company to spend a day at the Galley-La shipwright company to interview some of the shipwrights about their job and other burning questions sent in by many fangirls and boys.

“And your tour guide is none other than..”

“Rob Lucci?!” Y/n blurts out as her boss just explained her job to her. Most of her questions were for him anyways so wouldn't it make sense for him to be her tour guide, right? Well, it wouldn't be as bad if she didn't have to ask questions like “Are you single”, “Are you a virgin?” Which were the most popular questions sent in by the people of water 7, had they no shame?! Now Y/n had to go on her way to invade the privacy of Rob Lucci, who could easily get her fired for asking such weird questions!

But

Y/n had to do it, or she's living on the streets!

“Fine…” Y/n said in defeat, and her boss handed her a notepad with pre written questions on them like a fill in the blank Q&A sheet, and the questions were a lot worse than she could imagine.

Her boss smiles at her as she accepted the job, “Well? Go on now! They're expecting you in about…” her boss looks to the clock “Ten minutes at Dock 1!”

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“TEN MINUTES?!” Y/n yelled, turning on her heel and sprinting out of her boss's office in a hurry- it was a 20 minute walk if she wanted to be there in time!!

Everyone in the office had their heads turned at the sight of little ol’ Y/n running at such a pace. Murmurs filled the room until their boss yelled, “GET BACK TO WORK!”

Y/n didn't have any time to lose! Her high heels were clicking like a ticking time bomb that goes faster and faster per second as she ran, pushing past people with a pen and notepad in hand. She raced up the paths as fast as her legs would take her and in 8 minutes, she made it to Dock 1.

Y/n found herself in the bustling workplace, surrounded by the sights and smells of sawdust, wood glue, and freshly sawn timber. until a voice called out, “HEY! What the hell are you doing here?!” A blonde man with slicked back hair yells, pointing in the direction of Y/N and then he stopped to get a good look at her- “A tight pair of shorts, a crop top.. A LOW CUT SHIRT?!” the blonde yells, “YOU TEMPTRESS! GET OUT OF HERE!” He continues, until a familiar blue haired man walks out with an attractive black haired male. It was Mayor Iceburg and… And Rob Lucci!

Sweat trickled down the shipwrights' noses, as they labored under the glaring sun, their brows and clothing damp with perspiration. Their limbs were sturdy and their hands deft, as they hammered, sawed, and nailed the ship's timbers together. Their faces were lined with determination as they worked in unison to complete parts of different ships in a timely manner. The only sound that broke the silence was the sound of their tools striking the ship's lumber.

Y/n stays silent in surprise, unsure of what to do until-

“You must be Y/n!” A high pitched voice says, making Y/n look around in confusion at where the voice came from.

“You know her, Lucci?” The blonde asks, a cigar clenched in between his teeth.

“Lucci?” Y/n thinks to herself, “there's no way that that high pitched voice came from him!!”

Y/n looked to Lucci and the voice spoke again, “She's the journalist who was sent to interview me” but wait..Lucci’s mouth didn't move… was it the..

“THE BIRD TALKS?!” Y/n exclaims in surprise

“My name is Hattori! And yes I talk!” It spoke again.

“God that's actually scary” Y/n said to herself

Iceburg stays silent then turns around and walks back into the building awkwardly, mumbling to himself on the way.

“Alright, I'll give you a tour while we speak” Hattori continued as Lucci motioned Y/n to come forth.

Lucci led the way, as Y/n followed like a duckling. Lucci pointed at different places while Hattori spoke about what the place was and what the shipwrights did there.

As they walked, they eventually made it to an area where no one else was around and Hattori spoke up, breaking the silence, “Are you going to ask any questions? I don't think it's your job to stay silent while you get free tours..don't take this into any offense though” Lucci cocked a brow as if he was the on speaking and Y/n just looked down and sighed and finally mustered up the courage to open her notepad and speak up.

“are..are you single..?” She hesitated to speak, but she had to ask these stupid, stupid questions!

Lucci stopped walking and snapped his head to her.

“What?” Hattori said, flapping his wings like arms. Both Lucci and Hattori we're caught off guard.

Then, it went silent.

After about 30 seconds Lucci then finally spoke,“I am. Are these questions written down or..” Lucci bends down to meet Y/n face as he smirks, “or do you have an interest in me?” He said in his oh so handsome voice, it was enough to make any girl swoon from a single word of his alone. Though, Y/n did pick up a hint of cockiness in his tone.. Did he like this?

“they're written down but…What If I did have an interest in you?” Y/n replied in a flirty tone, which was so unlike her, but it just slipped out!

“Now, why would a newspaper have such personal questions to ask? Are you sure these aren't written directly from your desires, Y/n?” Lucci continues, standing up right again. He was tall. Much taller than the average person, standing at around 7 feet.

His voice was low and attractive and the way he purred your name made your blush instantly, he was like a tiger with a roar that rumbles far and wide, making stomachs drop, but it made your stomach feel..different.. As if butterflies were in them.

Lucci looked around to make sure no one was near, then he looks down to Y/n and presses his lips against hers, catching the poor woman off guard. As he pulled away, a trail of saliva connected their lips while Y/n's heart started to beat into her throat.

“Got any more questions?” Lucci asks, causing Y/n to fumble with her note pad to get a better look at it…

Oh

‘Are you a virgin?’

Y/n stayed silent for a few seconds, trying to ease her anxiety, “Are you…a virgin?” she whispers the last part in embarrassment and Lucci cocks a brow. He moved his hand to lightly cusp Y/n’s chin with his index finger, his pointer, and his thumb. He leaned in close and whispered, “Maybe not, but if you are, I can change that..”

Oh my god..

Y/n's face turned redder than a strawberry and couldn't even speak.

“Well, Y/n?” Lucci smirks and cups her face, “If you let me, I will. We're all alone..” He added on and Y/n nodded profusely.

The enthusiasm really turned Lucci on.

Lucci hurriedly picked her up with her crotch pressed against his. Y/n could feel his dick hardening at the contact, so she wrapped her legs around him to press against him more. Lucci let out a small groan and slammed her against the nearest wall. It was broad daylight, so anyone could walk on the two of them participating in such shenanigans.

At this point, they both were breathing shallow and faster than they were before. Y/n was a hot mess, clinging onto Lucci like an animal, and while it turned Lucci on more- they both needed to hurry up and fast.

Lucci slammed his lips onto Y/n, making out with her messily, his hands roaming her body. His dick was bulging from his pants and it was very apparent.

“Let me down.” Y/n moaned out from in between kisses and Lucci did as she said. As Y/n got down from being pinned to the wall, she instantly fell to her knees and looked up to Lucci.

“May I…?” Y/n begs, looking up to Lucci with puppy dog eyes. Lucci nods with a slight smirk, “You may”

Y/n slid down Lucci's pants to reveal black boxers with “GALLEY LA” printed all over it. Y/n let's out a small giggle as she also slides the boxers down- revealing Lucci's 8 inch cock, which slightly curved up with a brownish base. He had pubes, but they were closely shaved like his goatee. The size intimidated Y/n but she wrapped her lips around the tip and started taking small bits of his dick inside her warm mouth while her wet tongue cushioned his large and thin cock. Lucci placed his hand on Y/n's head grabbing a handful of hair to slightly tug on as she went down on him.

Y/n began to start bobbing her head a little faster on his dick as seconds passed. She could only take a both 5 inches of him until Lucci started to slowly push her head down as she sucked him off, but not enough to make her gag or get her hurt (barely).

“Y/n..are you taking notes, surely this will answer some of your questions…” Lucci said getting closer and closer to his climax.

“Y/n I'm getting close..” Lucci added on and just then he released his semen onto her throat, and she swallowed every last drop.

“Oh my..i forgot to take notes..maybe we might have to redo everything so I can finally write it down?” Y/n said playfully

[reiketsunomizunomegami]

OP Boys reaction when their s/o gives them a flower

Request Open

Warning: Fluff, SFW

Feat: Lucci, Doflamingo, Katakuri, and Thatch

Rob Lucci

-The one who kinda doesn't care about it all

-But deep inside Lucci Was very Happy that you actually gave him something that shows your Love and Admiration towards him

-He will try to be more Responsive and tell you how He loves it so much and he will also shower you with gifts and maybe some affection that you're longing the most

Donquixote Doflamingo

-Taken a back but he'll mask it with Teasing and a smile

-Doffy will take it and admire it while you're sitting on his lap

-He will also put it on a vase and keep it to his personal office and secretly admire it while he was working

Charlotte Katakuri

-The One that will get Flustered

-Katakuri's poor Heart can't take it, to see you giving him some Flowers

-He will Of Course Take and show you his appreciation for it

-He will Surely Take you on a date and also give you your Favourite Flowers

Thatch Death

-The Chef Loves It so Much that he could die right from the Spot

-Thatch will Scoop You into his Strong Arms and Pamper your Face with Kisses and saying how much he loves and Adores you

-He will Also cook your Favourite Food and show off his Flowers that is given to him by his Beloved Girlfriend

[lollipop-writes]

One Piece Men and the Types of Kisses They Give

 A/N: Just the types of kisses I HC they would give <3  This is Part 2. You can find Part 1 here.

ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ, ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Iceburg, Izou, Jinbe, Koby, Silvers Rayleigh, Law, Sanji.

ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ, ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Jabra, Koby, Aokiji, Page One, Paulie, Ace, Rob Lucci, Sanji, Silvers Rayleigh, Yonji.

ᴄʜᴀꜱᴛᴇ, ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Iceburg, Izou, Jinbe, Kaku, Killer, King, Kuro, Paulie, Smoker, Law.

ᴡɪʟᴅ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Jabra, Rob Lucci, Sanji, Silvers Rayleigh, Yonji.

ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ, ꜱɪʟʟʏ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Iceburg, Kaku, Koby, Ace.

ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Iceburg, Kaku, King, Koby, Page One, Paulie, Zoro, Usopp, Sanji, X Drake.

ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Izou, Jabra, Aokiji, Ace, Rob Lucci, Sanji, Silvers Rayleigh, Smoker, Yonji.

ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Iceburg, Izou, Jinbe, Kaku, Killer, King, Luffy, Paulie, Zoro, Smoker, Law.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Strawhats with Rob Lucci’s younger sibling? But they aren’t aware of CP9 due to ✨reasons✨ and just think their big brother wanted to work at Water 7

Anon, I have some extremely unfortunate news for you. My dyslexia pulled a fast one on me and completely omitted the word 'strawhats' from this request, and I didn't realize it until I had already finished writing it and came back to post it. I am so sorry, feel free to send this request in again if you want to give me another shot to properly answer it. I'm gonna be reading requests 50 times over just to make sure I don't do this again. I am mortified. Hope you like this regardless, so sorry again.

Estranged

Yandere Rob Lucci x Sibling Reader

2.7k words

This was going to be a good thing for you, a healthy change of pace. An opportunity to move on from your past and no longer let it weigh you down. It was for the best, even if everything felt more than a little hollow right now.

After you finished putting away the rest of your belongings, you meander to the open window to take in your brand new surroundings. Water 7 was easily the most beautiful city you’d seen in your entire life. 

A light breeze carried the scent of the ocean into your small apartment. The walkway as well as the canal beneath you was busy, full of people going about their daily lives. Everyone here seemed so gleeful and carefree, as if they didn’t have a single problem hanging over them. You wonder if you’ll be able to fall into a similar state of mind.

Probably not, but you can dream.

Your train of thought is interrupted by your cat, Roberto, leaping up onto the windowsill next to you. You lightly scritched behind his ears as he looked down at the bustling city with his typical scowling expression. He was the grumpiest cat you’d ever met, but that just made his toleration of you all the more endearing in your humble opinion.

Shutting the window, you make your way to the door, “I’m gonna head out and take a look around the neighborhood, don’t cause any trouble while I’m gone.”

Roberto barely spared you a glance before jumping down to the floor to curl up in a sunny spot to sleep. A small smile tugged at your lips. Yeah, you weren’t worried about him doing anything bad in your absence. For all his standoffishness, he was a very mild mannered cat. As long as his food and water bowl were filled (which they were), he was fine.

You’d barely made it out the door before a couple of kids went sprinting around you, narrowly avoiding a collision. One of them shouted a quick “sorry” over their shoulder but kept on running to wherever their destination was, giggling about who knows what.

They looked similar. Siblings probably. Just like that, your mood took a nosedive, much to your aggravation. How childish to be bothered by merely seeing two potential siblings. You needed to get over it already.

It’s not like you were ever going to see Lucci again. He was gone and you needed to accept that.

The relationship you had with your older brother was odd to say the least. Mostly in the sense that you didn’t really have one to go off of. The last time you’d seen him, you were three years old, so you two could only be so close.

At the time, you felt like you were thick as thieves with him. Wherever he went, you followed, and vice versa. He’d do everything with you. From tying your shoes before you figured it out, to letting you wear his top hat, to fighting anyone else at the orphanage that had the audacity to try and pick on you. Even back then, you could distinctly remember how stoic he was, but you never doubted that he cared about you. And also his pigeon, Hattori. 

The only time you could recall where he was upset with you was when you’d spent the whole day pestering him to tell you about your parents. The orphanage was all you’d ever known, but surely he remembered something about them. After hours of changing the subject or blatantly ignoring you, he snapped, “It doesn’t matter! They aren’t here anymore, only I am. Just be happy with that and stop asking.”

You didn’t bring it up again. Not that you exactly had much of a chance to.

The following day was a strange one. Some men in suits showed up and took Lucci “on a walk”, not letting you come with. They never came back. When you asked the nun running the place where your brother was, she acted like she had no idea who or what you were talking about. It was as if he’d never existed.

Without your brother around to protect you, it became abundantly clear what a shithole that place was. You’d come to the sad realization that he’d been giving most of his food to you so you wouldn’t have to go hungry. There was also the issue of having to watch more and more kids disappear every couple of years and having no idea what happened to them or if you were going to be next. The general consensus between you and the remaining children was that they were being sold into slavery, but you never were able to confirm that.

As soon as you were old and strong enough to go off on your own, you did. For years you would bounce around the island doing odd jobs to stay alive all while trying to get a clue as to your brother’s whereabouts. Nothing ever came up, so when you scraped together enough money, you left for another island.

You repeated this cycle for years. Working, investigating, and then moving when the trail was cold. As disheartening as it was, you couldn’t bring yourself to give up. He wouldn’t give up if the roles had been reversed, so you wouldn’t either.

At least that’s what you told yourself at first. When you were first thinking this, you never imagined that he would still be missing over a decade later. You had never considered that you would genuinely never find so much as a hint to his whereabouts. Or his livelihood. 

At this point, it was easier to assume he was dead.

“I could go for a drink,” you mumble to yourself as you take a look around and notice a bar. You’ve been so caught up in your own thoughts that at this point you don’t even know where exactly you are. How responsible.

You push open the door to the establishment and do a quick once over. It’s busy, but not crowded. You should be able to quietly enjoy a drink or two without much trouble.

The sound of wings flapping catches your attention, and the next thing you know, something lands on your shoulder and starts cooing. Slightly startled, you snap your attention to where it landed and see a white pigeon happily nestling itself into your neck.

Holding out your hand, you gently guide it onto your finger to get a better look at the bird. It’s wearing an adorable red necktie and looks positively thrilled to see you for whatever reason. Despite your previous bad mood, you can’t help but smile. You’ve always had a soft spot for birds. What a cutie.

Someone at a nearby table laughs loudly, “Look at that Lucci, even your bird is better at making friends than you are!”

Your blood runs cold.

“Lucci?” No. No it can’t be. 

Slowly, you crane your neck around to look at where the voice had come from. That’s when you see it. The top hat. The dark, curly hair underneath it. Your breath catches in your throat as the man turns around. His facial expression is one of pure annoyance, until his eyes meet yours. Then he looks like he’s seen a ghost.

It’s him. He’s aged, obviously, but you would recognize those features anywhere. That’s your brother. That’s Lucci.

As if on autopilot, you mindlessly approached him, “Lucci, is that really you?” Your voice is so quiet that you’re not sure he could even hear you. He didn’t respond, so you continued, “I looked everywhere for you. Is this where you’ve been?”

Logically, you know you should be ecstatic to see him again, but as he continues to silently gawk at you something else creeps into your heart. 

Rage.

“You gonna say something, or are you just gonna keep staring?” One of your hands snaps out to shove at his shoulder. Still nothing. “I’m your fucking sibling, your own flesh and blood, and this is how you treat me after all these years?! I thought you were dead!” His fists clench and unclench, and his breathing is becoming uneven, but he still won’t talk to you.

In a fit of fury, you snatch a pint of beer off the table and throw the contents of it in his face, “Fuck you, I never should have wasted my time looking for you!”

Hattori flies off you from the commotion and is circling the table. The patrons of the bar are mostly silent save for some gasps and hushed whispers, but you don’t hang around any longer. You can’t. You don’t want to let that bastard have the satisfaction of seeing the tears that are seconds away from spilling over. 

How dare he? How dare he do this to you? You’ve spent all this time remembering him fondly, searching for any sign of him, and when you finally find him completely by accident, this happens. He gives you the silent treatment and acts like he doesn’t know you. You thought he was dead or a slave when in reality he was leading a normal life and getting a drink with his buddies. 

Maybe he’d been glad to get rid of you.

You choke out a sob as you run, not sure where your feet are taking you but hoping to see anything that can point you to your apartment. All you want to do is to curl up in your bed with your cat and cry. Fuck it, maybe you’ll pack up your things and leave Water 7 tonight. You can’t stomach the thought of seeing him again now.

You can register the sound of someone running after you. Probably the guy whose drink you threw if you had to guess. Way to go, (y/n), making a scene and ruining your reputation within hours of moving to a new city. You don’t want to face the consequences of your actions though, and pick up the pace to try and get away from them.

This doesn’t work and they close the gap far quicker than you expected. Strong arms wrap around your torso, and they pick you up and carry you into some quiet alley. You try to kick and scream, but your kicks do absolutely nothing and a hand covers your mouth. 

As soon as you’re out of sight of the general population, you’re put down and pushed into a wall. You can finally see who your assailant is, only to lock eyes with Lucci. Scoffing, you slap away his hand, “What? Now you want to talk?” 

“Yes, I do,” his response surprises you. You hadn’t actually expected him to speak to you after how he was acting at the bar.

“Oh really? How come you didn’t want to talk before? Too embarrassed to speak with me in public?”

“I can’t speak with you publicly, but not for that reason.”

He didn’t elaborate further, but you decided to move on. There were a lot more things to get to. You cut to the chase, “Where have you been?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

Forget this, he’s fucking with you at this point. You try to walk away from this pointless conversation, but he’s holding onto your wrist and won’t let go.

“I’m leaving, I don’t want to talk to you,” you’re trying to wrench your arm out of his grasp but he’s much stronger than you thought. He wouldn’t budge.

“We’re not done talking,” his eye twitched in irritation at your behavior.

“We never started talking! You aren’t saying anything meaningful, I would get more out of talking to a brick wall!” You screamed at him, trying not to start crying again. 

While you’re trying to get away, you feel something land on your head. This makes you stop and calm down ever so slightly. The cooing immediately gives away that it’s Hattori. You hold up your hand for him to hop on. How is it that you’re connecting with the pigeon more than your brother? You sighed, “At least someone is happy to see me.”

From your peripheral vision, you can see Lucci stiffen and avert his piercing gaze. He grumbles a bit, “I am… Happy. To see you.”

You scoffed, “Wow, that sounded so convincing.”

Lucci released your wrist, and if it weren’t for Hattori thoroughly enjoying the attention you were giving him, you would have taken the opportunity to leave. You eyed him warily as he inched closer to you, looking incredibly unsure of what he was doing. Then his arms reached forward and enclosed around you in what was hands down the most stiff and awkward hug of your life.

He let go and took a couple of steps back, refusing to make eye contact with you, “There, do you feel better now?”

Your memories took you back to the time you’d scraped your knee while playing tag with Lucci when you were children. In typical little kid fashion, you were inconsolable from the minor injury. He carried you back to the orphanage and bandaged your knee himself, but didn’t know what to do when he saw that you were still upset. In a last ditch effort to get you to calm down, he’d brought you into this uncomfortable side hug while looking everywhere except for at you. The whole display was so silly looking that you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

Despite everything that just transpired between you two, your heart felt warm. He hasn’t changed a bit after all. You chuckle, “No, that hug was terrible. Not to mention that now I smell like beer.”

“And whose fault is that?” His eyes narrowed at you accusingly.

“Yours for making me mad enough to throw it at you,” you laughed again at the dramatic eye roll he did in response. 

“You’re the only person in the world who I would let get away with that, I hope you appreciate that,” he muttered.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” you shrugged off the comment, not putting much stock into it. The previously tense atmosphere had relaxed, but there was still some awkwardness to it. It was unavoidable really, after this much time apart you two didn’t know each other. What were you supposed to talk about? The questions you asked before went unanswered so now you didn’t know what to do.

“What are you doing in Water 7?” Lucci had mercifully been the one to break the silence.

“I just moved here. Wanted a fresh start, you know? What about you? Can you at least tell me that?” 

“I’m a foreman at the Galley-La Company, have been for a few years,” he states plainly. 

You’re honestly surprised to have received a real answer. You decide to push your luck and ask another question, “How come you never came back?”

Lucci took his time mulling over how to respond, “I wasn’t able to. If I could have, I would, but it wasn’t an option. I can’t tell you why, but I need you to believe me. The second I’m in a position to do so, I will tell you, but for now I simply can’t.”

“What the hell are you tied up in?” Something bad is going on here, but you’ll be damned if you have any idea what.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Well, looks like he’s done answering your questions again. At least you made some progress. The awkward silence came back, and you found yourself wanting to go home. You needed time to take all of this in and decompress.

Setting Hattori onto Lucci’s shoulder, you tell him as much, “It’s been… Interesting seeing you again, but I’m tired and want to go home.” You don’t wait for him to respond before hurrying away.

“I’ll walk you back,” Lucci closes the distance quickly and the look on his face leaves no room for argument. You suppose that’s fine. Him knowing where you live will make meeting up again later easier.

You have no idea how your relationship with him is going to evolve after this. Considering how much time has passed, it’s impossible for things to go back to how they were. Maybe you’ll be able to forge a new and improved sibling bond with him, but only time will tell.

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CP9 Headcanons:

Asking your favorite agent if you can cuddle (Fluffy, Sfw)

I have CP9 brain rot right now so I made this. Bonus if you can guess who my fav is.

Lucci:

Will probably try to kill you, but you've bribed Hattori in the past with food.

You can lay in the crook of his arm and that's it. Don't keep squirming around.

If you fall asleep he will begin contemplating your death but also refuse to move or wake you up. Besides, Hattori is also snuggled up between you.

"Inevitably I will kill you. At some point. Eventually."

Kaku:

"Sure!"

Actually prefers being the little spoon. Wants to be held.

Can be chatty, but also enjoys the quiet warmth of your company.

"Being with you feels the same as flying through the city 😊."

Jabra:

*Dies*

Will hold you very close, blinded by bubbliness.

Will go from angry at subordinates to *tail wag* in half a second when you hug him back.

Literally a day later: "I don't need Gatherine, You are the love of my life!"

Kalifa:

Acts cool and collected. Inside she's dying.

You're not even touching her yet and she says, "This is clearly sexual harassment."

But after the initial hesitation, you both lay on your sides facing each other, lazily discussing existential questions about life and the universe.

"You make me wonder what I could've been in another life..."

Blueno:

Sure. Doesn't care.

Big chest makes for perfect pillow.

Likes to lay with you on peaceful summer afternoons, quietly snoozing.

"All doors must close, but I hope this one stays open the longest."

Fukurou:

"Me? Really!?"

Tiny bit nervous, he's quite bigger than you.

You both indulge in silly gossip, giggling away at even the most absurd of things. Probably will accidentally tell everyone about this.

"Thank you for listening to me cha-pa-pa-pa."

Kumadori:

So stunned and happy he tries to commit Seppuku again.

Will probably go into dramatic prose quite often, but appreciates that you're not annoyed by that.

Hair will subconsciously cuddle you too. Will gently rest his head on your lap to let you brush his hair.

"My mother in heaven, thank you for this wonderful blessing!"

EXTRAS:

Nero:

At the bottom of the ocean rip.

Spandam:

You just stab him, that's it.

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Sparrow - Ch 4

One Piece Fanfic (Drama/Romance/Suspense)

Pairings: E. Kid x Reader, Sabo x Reader, Lucci x Reader (one sided)

Rating: EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

Chapter Summary: Decisions are being made by all parties in NWC.

Links to AO3, Wattpad -- Fanfic Master List

Chapter 4: Decisions, Decisions

CP9 Headquarters, NWC Central District

It had already been too long. 

The chances of finding you decreased the longer you were missing. The thought of being out of arms reach of you for this long was painful enough, and he knew it would only get worse as time marched on. Watching you, touching you, savoring your scent. His memories of you weren't enough anymore. Being in your presence and experiencing something new from you, it was the only way he could calm his tormented mind. 

And finally tasting you again. After so very long. If that didn't make him lose himself, the look on your face after he kissed you certainly did. You actually smiled at him. And it wasn't the wry grin you wore when you thought you were being cheeky, it was genuine happiness, contentment. He had only seen you look at him like that once before, and like a sickness invading his very being, it left the feeling of something warm blooming in his chest. Something more than the feral desires you always seemed to elicit from him. 

God, he wanted that feeling back. He would do anything to see you look at him like that again. And if he couldn't have that, he would have the next best thing. He would break through your icy shell like he had done so many times before. He would make you feel something for him as intensely as he felt for you. And if he couldn't have your adoration, he would gladly accept your fear. As long as the intensity was enough. As long as you felt it only for him. He would make you experience fear like you never had before. You deserved it after everything you did to him. 

They would know that fear soon enough, everyone who dared to help in your foolish escape. 

If you didn't have help, he would have already had you back where you belonged. He would be providing you with the appropriate punishment at this very moment. His nostrils flared at the thought. 

"Are you even listening to me?"

How long had she been standing there droning on?

"Report," Lucci demanded coldly. 

Kalifa's posture remained poised and professional even as she let out an exasperated sigh. "We tracked her signal to an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the West District city limits. It seems her tracker was removed and left there. We were able to leverage a few other departments to assist in raiding the remaining safe houses we know about, but there has been no other trace of her."

Lucci sat at the small conference table with one leg crossed over the other. He remained staring out the window as she spoke, taking in the quiet city below. 

"You really made a mess of this one. I don't know how you got your little project approved in the first place. She was never going to be one of us, especially with you training her. If you wanted a pet, you should have locked it up at home, not brought it in and pretended to give it a job."

Lucci turned a menacing eye toward Kalifa. "If there's nothing else." 

Time, it seemed, was not on his side. He didn't care to entertain whatever misplaced opinions she had, especially when it came to him and especially when it came to you. No, the longer you spent away from him the more time those terrorists had to fill your pretty little head with lies. It didn't matter what you were before he found you. You belonged with him now. She may have been right about one thing though. He should have kept you locked away where no one could find you. 

"There is one other thing," Kalifa's tone maintained it's callous professionalism. "Orders from above are to kill her on sight. After your embarrassing display in the subway, they don't want to risk her giving away information about our organization."

"She didn't know anything vital. Even if she told them everything she knew, it wouldn't give them an advantage over us."

"I think you and I both know her very existence gives them an advantage over you." She watched him carefully behind her pristine glasses. "Even if I'm wrong about that, would you actually consider going against their orders?"

Lucci stood and fully turned to face his fellow CP9 member. When he spoke, his tone was as cold and callous as hers was. "We're intelligence officers... We don't care who we face if we have orders."

"Good. Now that that is clear, I'm heading down to finished questioning the criminals we picked up from the station. They aren't anyone we have files on, likely new recruits. We will have to be efficient if we are to get anything out of them before they expire. I really wish you had been more careful with them, but I supposed it's rare for you to leave anyone breathing at all."

"I'll speak with them as well."

Kalifa turned to leave but shot Lucci one last glare in warning. "Fine, but don't expect to use that machine on them. Besides the fact that using it on your little Sparrow started this whole mess, Vegapunk has them restricted from use after one of the prototypes went missing." 

Lucci's eyes narrowed. She turned to exit without waiting more than a moment for a response. If she suspected him of anything more than she had already explicitly stated, there was no way she was willing to confront him or report him to anyone else. Despite how she held herself, it was clear that she was afraid of him. 

He saw her fear through her plastic façade, and it disgusted him. It was so pathetically basic. He remembered the fear on the faces of those who took you from him. It was palpable. He could smell it even as they hid themselves like rats in the shadows. Their fear wasn't misplaced though. For those who managed to remain alive, he looked forward to watching that expression cement into their features as they left this life. 

They wouldn't answer his questions. If the flame emperor was involved, and he was, the fodder he left behind wouldn't know anything of worth. That didn't mean they were completely useless though. 

Whatever he decided to do next, he would have to be careful. He had to get to you before any other agents could. Once he had you back, he could lock you away where no one else could touch you again. Whether it was the RA, the government, or any other pest who thought they could keep you away from him, it didn't matter. He would cage his Sparrow again no matter who tried to stop him. 

Before he could make any of that happen, he had one more thing he needed to do while it was still fresh in his mind. 

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Kid's Body Shop, NWC South District

"What the hell is this?" 

Kid moved to the side and turned towards the kitchen entrance, allowing you to see two slightly flustered blonds in the doorway. 

Before either of you could answer, Sabo took quick strides to where you still sat atop the kitchen counter. "When we saw you weren't in the office..."

He trailed off as he took in the sight of you. You were calm, and despite the alcohol you were holding, it was obvious now that you were just here attempting to clean yourself up. 

"I need to tell you something, and it might be difficult to hear," Sabo began, shifting his gaze to his own feet.

"I already know," you replied matter-of-factly. 

Sabo and Killer turned to glare at Kid. 

"What the hell, Eustass?" Sabo's frustration was felt in every word. "I thought we agreed-"

Kid dramatically rolled his eyes at the blond before interrupting him. "I didn't agree to shit, and I didn't tell her either."

"I picked the locks on my handcuffs and listened to everything you said from the hallway," you stated calmly before taking another sip of your beer and glancing back towards Kid. "You really should invest in better restraints if you plan on trying to tie me up again."

Kid raised a brow and sent you a wicked grin that Sabo didn't miss. Before either of them could respond, Killer broke the tension. 

"You seem awfully calm about all of this."

"Yeah, I guess I should probably be freaking out, huh?" You replied thoughtfully before turning to Sabo. "I'm not sure why you would lie, but I'm not sure I believe it. Either way, it seems like you don't want to torture or kill me right now, so it's a big step up from Cipher Pol."

Sabo fumbled with his wallet a few moments before freeing a small item and handing it to you. 

It was a photograph. The edges were worn, and it had a slight discoloration from what looked like being left in the sun for too long. In the center, there were two people laughing, each with an arm around the other's shoulder. A blond boy with bright blue eyes who looked around seventeen and a slightly younger girl. That strange feeling of familiarity was creeping back into your gut. You brushed your thumb across the smaller of the two deliriously happy figures in your hands. It was you. 

"That's, uh," you started, pausing to let out a long sigh. "Ok, so maybe I do believe it."

It made sense. Even without the photographic evidence of you being all chummy with the second most powerful person in the Revolutionary Army, it made sense. You hated your life with CP9, and it only took a year with them to risk death over staying there another minute. They never gave you any details about yourself more than what was necessary. At the time, you assumed it was because they were all assholes who cared more about their orders than their own people. Well, that was true, but the secrecy could all too easily be explained by the fact that they didn't actually know any details about you. You hated how easily you accepted their lies, but at the time being one of them had made sense. You already had the skills of an agent ingrained in you, even if you didn't have your memory. That along with who you saw when you first woke up and what you saw him doing... 

"So what happens now?" 

You needed to stop dwelling on things in the past that you couldn't hope to change, and you needed to start looking to the future. You definitely had things you wanted. Getting your memories back was still number one on your list, but now you had a second goal that might be more attainable. The only problem was you didn't know enough about the people in this room. Before you would let them in on your intensions, you needed to trust that they wouldn't try to stop you when the time came. 

"Right now, we have to prioritize keeping you safe and hidden from the government. And as soon as we can, I'd like to get you looked at by a doctor."

You perked up a bit at that idea. "To look at my brain?" 

"Exactly," Sabo grinned. "We are going to do whatever we can to get your memories back."

You were trying hard not to get your hopes up, but you couldn't stop yourself from smiling. 

"We're still trying to find somewhere we can bring you in the meantime. In the last few hours, eight of our safe houses have been raided."

Your smile fell instantly. "They got raided after I left. Were they...," You swallowed hard. "The ones that were raided... Did I know about them?"

Sabo studied your face. You could tell he knew exactly what you were thinking. You didn't want to believe you were a rat, especially if you had been with the RA as long as they claimed. Just like that your head was swimming again with questions you couldn't answer. 

"There's no way to know how or when they came across that intel. I can promise you this, though. The (Y/n) who disappeared would have sooner died than give up anything on her friends." It was strange. Even though you couldn't remember speaking to him before a few hours ago, you knew he wasn't lying to you. "Right now we need to focus on keeping you hidden. I'll have to take you with me until we can find a place. It's a bit risky but-"

"Tsh. A bit risky?" Kid snorted.

"Didn't you mention CP9 had a 'special interest' in catching her?" Killer agreed. 

"It's not just CP9. Lucci will take this personally." Sabo sent you a look that said he'll definitely be asking you more about that later, and you avoided his gaze by glancing at the digital clock on the wall. "It's been over 4 hours since I ran. I'm guessing you took me here straight away, right? If he had any suspicion that I could be here, he wouldn't hesitate. And I don't see anyone banging down the doors to this place, so it's safe to say they have no idea I'm here. If they are busting up your safe houses, they want to flush me out. Moving me now, especially without another secure location available, is exactly what they want us to do."

Killer turned his attention to Kid, but he was busy scowling at a blank space on the wall, idly flipping the knife in his hand.

 You couldn't risk getting caught now, not before you got the chance to get a second opinion on your messed up brain. 

"I won't be any trouble," you tried.

All three men gave you skeptical looks.

"Ok, I won't be any more trouble. Honestly, I'll curl up on a pile of tires or chill behind some boxes. You won't even know I'm here." 

 Sabo didn't wait for Kid to reply. "I'm afraid that's not an option. I can't afford to continue paying them to hide you here."

Damn. Maybe you shouldn't have gone so hard at the redhead earlier. Offering you a beer was more hospitality than you should have expected anyway. The way those two spoke, it was clear that they weren't really a part of the Revolutionary Army. Even if they were, you had willingly taken part in missions working against the RA for the last several months. They had no reason to help you further, and you had nothing to give them in return. 

"Alright," you sighed. "What's the plan then? Some sort of disguise so I won't get spotted?"

"She can stay."

The two blonds turned towards Kid in surprise. He was still looking away as he spoke, but he casually turned to Sabo as if he was agreeing to nothing more than lending him a pencil. 

"I still expect what you already agreed to though." 

Killer continued eyeing Kid while Sabo turned back to you. You gave him a sheepish smile. You wanted him to be ok with the situation, and you didn't know if it was because you needed his help or because you were starting to like that strangely familiar feeling you got when he looked at you with those striking blue eyes.

Sabo turned to Kid. "You don't do anything for free."

"I don't willing help the damn government get what they want either. Shut up before I change my mind," Kid huffed, turning to Killer as he strode out of the room. "Shop opens in a few hours. Take her upstairs to crash, and make sure she fucking stays put this time." 

Crashing sounded good. Almost as good as knowing you didn't have to spend the next who knows how many hours trying to find another hiding place. With the absolutely absurd realizations that came to light in the last few hours, you looked forward to another dreamless sleep where you didn't have to face your new bizarre reality.

You looked down at your hands to find you were still holding Sabo's picture. You held it out for him to take, but he shook his head. 

"Keep it. I have more." His smile was sweet but laced with regret. He held up a gentle hand but stopped before he could touch you. "I'll contact you as soon as I can."

And with that, Sabo was gone, leaving you alone with Killer. 

You knew he was waiting to take you upstairs, so you got ready to jump off the counter. You hesitated as you looked down at the kitchen floor. It wasn't as bad as the train station by far, but dammit you just got done cleaning off your feet. You were wondering how you might convince them to let you borrow some shoes when you noticed Killer had moved to stand in front of you. He turned his back to you and crouched down.

You blinked a few times. "What are you doing?"

"You just cleaned off your feet right? Hop on. We have to cross through the shop to get to the stairs, and I'd rather you not track any of that through my room."

You slipped yourself onto Killer's back, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. He held onto your thighs just above your knees as you let him carry you to-

"Wait, did you say you're taking me to your room?" 

"If you prefer, I can leave you in Kid's."

"Uh, I, um," you stuttered as you wondered if they actually did expect something in return for letting you stay with them. 

Killer's shoulders moved up and down as he suppressed a chuckle. "Don't worry, girl. No one will go into my room while you're in there, including me."

His room was surprisingly spacious and clean. It even had a small attached bath, and you were eager to wash the rest of the grime off of you with a hot shower as soon as the large blond man stopped hovering by the door.

"Alright, well, thanks again. I'm just going to shower and crash now," you hinted for him to get the fuck out. 

"There's just one other thing that's been bothering me."

"Just one thing?" You quipped.

"Yeah, I have to admit. I've been dying to know ever since you mentioned it back in the office."

He didn't seem like the type to beat around the bush, but he was hesitating. You raised a brow and motioned with your hand for him to ask what was on his mind already.

"What exactly did Sabo do on the train that made you think he was a pervert?"

Of all the things to be bothered by after everything he learned about you, and that was what was on his mind. You didn't even try to stifle your giggles as you approached him at the door.

"He didn't do anything." 

You laughed harder as he tiled his head at you in obvious disbelief. 

"Goodnight, Killer. And thanks again for everything." 

He waved you off and retreated into the hall as you closed the door and locked it. You leaned against the door and breathed deeply. It must have been the lack of sleep and traumatic evening mixing with your beer, because thinking about these three new people in your life had you grinning like an idiot.

What had you gotten yourself into?

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[REDACTED], NWC [REDACTED] District

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S y n a p t i c  L i n k  E s t a b l i s h e d

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Author's Note:

Author: Killer, what are you doing getting our MC so giggly? You aren't listed as a love interest in the tags! Killer: *flips his gorgeous blond locks and crosses his arms, perfectly framing his broad chest.* Author: *dies and goes to heaven*

Well, there you have it. I know this wasn't as suspenseful as previous chapters, but we gotta get this plot rolling if we are going to get MC to see her doctor any time soon!

Let me know what you think, and as always, thank you so so much for reading and commenting!

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⊶Keepin' it ℝeal⊷

I've been really into the marines/government folks lately, and I know they aren't the type to easily be swayed when it comes to making up their minds 🥰🥰🥰

Rob Lucci, X Drake, Rosinante accidentally ~2.4k words (in total) some hot and heavy themes, but... if you know me by now, ya know ͡° ل͜ ͡°

Lucci

Being in the presence of such a profound and intimidating man was no easy feat – each glance he cast your way felt like a finger pistol straight into your heart, and when you realized you were still breathing, his occasional seductive smirks laced with poorly contained lust put your heart to the test time and again.

You knew he didn’t necessarily lack patience, but more so he didn’t care for any delay.

That much was evident when he set the round snifter down onto the table with a little less delicacy as he had earlier before, when the night was slightly more young; the remainder of the amber drink being drained effortlessly as it marked the final obstacle between you two getting to the main event of the night. Dinner by candlelight was nice and all, but it was evident that it was you who he hungered for based on him undressing you the whole time his eyes laid upon you. The one of many smirks that’s been tugging at the corner of his mouth finally widened into the mischievous smile he seemed to be suppressing all evening.

Imbued with a new sense of urgency, Lucci stood before you, almost taking out the table as if it stood in the way of his cravings, his desires. He loomed over you with no intent to leave until sated.

“Y/N, I’m done wasting time.”

It didn’t take much to get past the sheer chiffon that draped your shoulders and barely covered your chest; a clean and effortless swipe of a finger cleared the way, and you couldn’t decide whether his deftness reminded you of his feline tendencies per his devil fruit or if it was thanks to the expediency of what his job called for.

Either way, no longer did any of  your pesky clothing obstruct Lucci’s visage as the sight of your undergarments seemed to make his jaw drop onto the floor – joining some of your damaged clothes thanks to his impulsive handiwork.

However, the desirous scrutiny you were once under seemed to twist into.. a daze? disgust? disappointment? On most occasions, you were rather proficient at reading the taciturn man, but in this moment, it was hard to tell..

“Leopard..print?”

Lucci’s eyes lingered only a second more on your feline-inspired lingerie before meeting yours – looking for confirmation in his disbelief. You couldn’t help the small smile that was breaking free from containment, as you took this as a good sign; that he couldn’t believe you would do this for him, and you wanted to show how devoted, how serious you were about all of this.

Your smile beamed into a grin as you spoke.

“I knew you would like it- ”

“I don’t.”

“…huh?”

You were taken aback by the harshness and brevity of his statement. Your grin wilted into a pout as you tried to make sense of his disapproval.

How could he not like it…?

“But it’s your- ”

“Exactly. Y/N, do you- ” he cut himself off before steeling his point across through a narrow glare. “I will ask you this one thing, but regardless of the answer, you will leave.”

The space between you increased, but the heaviness of the room remained.

“What if I wore a human suit? Used your hide as undergarments?”

The hesitancy in giving a reply and the dryness of your throat gave away your non-answer, and he could only move to wring his tired brow from the impending headache coming his way. “Leave.”

“T-to be fair, you kind of already are wearing a human suit since you are a- ” you attempt to reason but he was hearing none of it.

“Go.”

“BUT YOU ARE WEARING A HUMAN SUIT! WHAT IS YOUR SKIN COVERING??”

“Y/N.”

“…and you could have worn my ass,” you mutter under your breath as you collect yourself from the table and readied to leave. “Wore my ass OUT- ”

“NOW.”

a/n: sorry that I like watering down his meanie behaviors but if you tried any of this fr fr you would be dead lmao just sayin

X Drake

It wasn’t often that the two of you were able to be alone, away from it all - away from the world, away from the navy, away from the…

Riiiing….ring

Well, almost completely alone.

This transponder snail has been giving you the creeps lately; for a government issued communication device, it sure had a way of…malfunctioning, as of late. The slight and almost inaudible ring of the snail did not go unnoticed by you, but it definitely went unnoticed by Drake - who already promised that nothing could get in the way of him getting to you now as he pinned you to the bed between his arms.

He just mustered up enough courage to finally touch you without fainting on the spot, and just as you were about to congratulate him by directing his hands to the prize, of course there would be a distraction to keep that from happening.

A gangly stalk veered in your direction from across the room on the dresser as Drake somehow didn’t take any notice, which garnered a creeping smile from the not-so-discreet gastropod. It was obvious that he’s been pining to touch you as your blouse started to inch its way up due to the guidance of some grabby hands, but you just couldn’t work in these conditions.

“It’s watching us.”

“No it isn’t, it’s just there.”

Drake, despite being a super-secret covert double agent, didn’t bother to ask what you were even talking about as he attempted to continue on with his exploration. As much you wouldn’t mind, you did, however, mind having a spectator.

Growing a bit bold from the non-attention of Drake, both eyestalks found their way to your persons as Drake vied for you full and undivided attention by locking you down into an embrace, sealed with a kiss. 

Right as your shirt was beginning to give up on concealing what wasn’t already visible-

“Is someone hacking it – is it eavesdropping?”

Very and visibly annoyed that you won’t stop talking through a kiss, Drake sat up halfway onto an elbow to see what was so important to interrupt.

“It is a living creature, it, uh, moves from time to time.” The conversation tested his patience as  Drake tried to politely assuage any concern and worry you had into undivided attention back to him.

As soon as he redirected his focus back to you, the snail whipped its spindly eyestalks back to you at an unnatural speed for a typical snail. It was at this point that you knew something was definitely up with this thing.

Sitting up immediately on the bed – causing poor Drake to lose his balance down to the floor – you point an accusing finger at the snail, which also happened to be at the exact moment it decided to act natural.

“DRAKE. IT WAS WATCHING. I WANT IT GONE.”

“Y/N, I can’t just get rid of it,” Drake huffed in frustration as he pulled himself up from the floor – the building aggravation evident in the speed of his speech. “It’s my only means of communication and I can’t just turn it off or on like talking about it.”

“Well, I can’t be turned on until you turn it off.”

“Are you..are you suggesting I kill  it?”

“W-well no, just cover it up or something – I don’t want to see it, see me.”

“Then it will suffocate and I can’t hear it ring.”

“Don’t you stuff that thing in your pocket all the time?”

“It’s close enough I can hear a call.”

“Drake its so ugly and slimy and if it as much as look at me one more time, I’m dousing it in salt.”

It was at that point that sad eyes wandered to meet Drake’s, confirming that its feelings were hurt. Also because a glance towards you meant that death was imminent.

Almost as if a bait-and-switch of sour-then-sweet when it came to the two of you, Drake immediately fell for the dejected eyes of the snail over your malice towards it.

“Y/N, you need to apologize.”

A steeled tongue – much different from the one prodding around in your mouth moments ago – spoke as if you committed a crime against the government personally and demanded amends.

“What is happening- ”

“Nothing until you apologize.”

“Not happening.”

The heat that once simmered the room chilled off into tension as the three of you sat in silence at an impasse.

“…did you really just include the snail as a person in this argument??” you ask incredulously, crossing your arms in front of your chest in offense that your current reality right now is being ruined by a damn snail with wandering eyes and your lover is apparently siding with it??

“It’s sitting right there and you were the one to rope him into this.”

“Drake, I don’t care what you do but I want him out of here!”

“Say less.”

Drake stomped over to the dresser where the crestfallen snail sat – whisking the transponder snail up with a loving but brisk scoop and stormed towards the door.

The passing glance that you expected from Drake didn’t come from him, but instead from the transponder snail as it continued to eye you down with a knowing squint – confident of its security in Drake’s arms as he passed you by.

a/n: this really reminds me of the stupid trope of your pet/family photos/ungodly collection of squishmallows watching you while you try to have some personal time but there’s just too many eyes watching you, man. Also, this man is gonna blow his cover because those transponder snails are marked by the Marines and its so obvious pffft. Also also, those poor transponder snails know too much and its not even their fault lmao

Rosinante

Tonight, you really wanted to test the limits and see how far you could go and how long he would let you.

You two were already breaking the rules - with you being in his barracks and all – but to violate the noise ordinance with offensive and suggestive noises? You were just asking for a dishonorable discharge. And with no thanks to your service.

Over an hour had passed and you two were still going at it. Or better yet, you were still going at it whereas Rosinante was running low on patience and composure – ironically enough.

“Y/N, can we please just settle do-”

“Wait, after this one, because I really need to know after this one to make sure you aren’t playing me,” you insisted before moving on to the next thing on tonight’s itinerary.

“Please just trust me on this, Y/N. If the 50ft rope of firecrackers, the TV at max volume with the already illegally louder-than-normal commercials, incredibly out of tune bugle, and the rinky-dink blender full of peach pits and ice didn’t alarm anyone, I assure you, I assure you, we will be fine.” Rosinante emphasized the running list of noise pollution with a finger count that was about to get longer as he awaited your next escapade.

And it didn’t take long.

“Sengoku smells like eggs!”

Rosinante was taken aback, that’s for sure, but you couldn’t tell if the crimson creeping up from his chest to his face was from him trying to stifle any laughter back or him possibly being offended – seeing as how Sengoku was pretty much his dad.

The thickening silence was practically palpable as it weighed you down, along with the heavy and unrelenting glare that Rosinante hurled at you.

Although there was quiet, it wasn’t the same empty quiet as times before, like when the blender was whirring or the TV blasting. There was a medium in the air, but was it…Rosinante’s annoyance?

“Admiral Sengoku.”

You forgot your formalities when making a childish insult, and to someone as dear to Rosinante, at that.

“It’s ‘Admiral Sengoku smells like eggs’,” Rosinante asserted, but soon realized his faux pas once the correction blurted from his mouth, and even more so when he made the declaration a little louder than he intended.

The both of you were stupefied that that would even come out of his mouth and the each of you swung an accusing finger at another – both of you surprised but also to prove a point; you awaited to see if his sound barrier was legitimate and that no one heard his little announcement, and Rosinante pointed in shock that he would even let that come out of his mouth and hope no one heard that because he definitely let his guard-

CRRRRRSSSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!!

Reminiscent of a giant, jolly refreshing pitcher of red sugary drink, the golden and much more angrier counterpart of the Kool-Aid man crashed through the wall – actually demolishing the entire side of the barracks in which a handful of other marines resided – much to the misfortune (or…fortune, if you’re into Sengoku balls or whatever I don’t know pffft) of being on the lower floors of the residence hall and waking up to peer into a golden loincloth.

“Rosinante, I smell like what?”

Rosinante could only gulp back a response since it was obvious that actually giving one would more than likely be worse; he was an honest man and couldn’t help himself – especially when it came to Admiral Sengoku. The best he could do was stand at attention and hope the fringe of hair covering most of his eyes could protect him.

“Not only violating ‘Light’s Out’ with unauthorized guests, but also violating the noise ordinance ON TOP OF disrespecting your superior with-“

“Eggs.”

Like two owls turning their heads smoothly on a pivot in unison, Rosinante and Admiral Sengoku faced you with as many definitions of the word ‘incredulous’ could give.

“That’s what Rosinante said.”

Sengoku blinked back with slight surprise that you would actually  repeat it and Rosinante with the inevitable fact that he’s definitely the one taking the fall for all of this and you’re definitely digging a deeper hole from him to be buried in.

“He said you smelled like eggs. ‘Admiral Sengoku smells like eggs.’ Yeah. WELP. Guess I’ll be going now, don’t want to break any more rules than I have already, sir. Good night <3”

You decide that instead of trying to reason with a hulking golden man that is easily 30ft tall, it would be best to let a father and son talk things out without you getting in the way of things.

You leave them to their peace and quiet.

[boa-h]

【Rob Lucci】 Crow In Mud

“Would a sacred dove kiss a dirty crow?”

The answer Rob Lucci gives is no, there is no “kindness” or “love” in his dictionary, even if it’s you.

Water 7 is a lovely city if you ignore all the bastards living in the downtown area, and you, the daughter of one of the gangsters, hate this town. You believe this city is as useless as your father, you know it’s going to sink down to the ocean floor sooner or later, and you hope that day comes before your father sells you to some disgusting 40-year-old thug.

The first time you and Rob Lucci crossed paths was on a windy day. You sat near the sidewalk, feet into the water, and looked up at a white feather dropping in front of you. Surprise flashed through your eyes for a split second, as the white bird instantly stood out in this town of beggars and crows. Then annoyance took over. He is probably a rich guy from the top of the city, you thought. But you couldn’t help but to wonder why he was here, does looking at poor people make his ego bigger? You spat at him, and he raised an eyebrow. Did you mention that his eyebrows look ridiculous?

Rob Lucci thought you were an interesting girl. Interesting, but dirty, and he wouldn’t get near you for any matter. The women in this town he saw were all cowards, they hide and murmur, and then there were the other kinds who tried to throw themselves onto him in hopes that he takes them away to a better life. You, on the other hand, had enough disgust in your eyes that almost made him think he’s the thug who’s trying to beg you for money. But of course, he still caught that glimpse of yearning in your eyes when you saw his pigeon. He thought he’d never see you again, however, that doesn’t seem to be the case. Lucci started seeing you everywhere, to the point that he thought he was hallucinating, but being the clever agent that he is, he soon found out that you weren’t actually following him, instead, you’re really just following his bird, Hattori.

Lucci didn’t stop you from stalking, but he didn’t allow you to get too close either. He pretended that he didn’t know you were following him. Until the Straw Hats docked in the city.

“Get rid of your habit of following me.” Was his first words to you. It was night, only his smooth voice and the chirping of cicadas were heard. “I’m leaving this city soon, and you’re never going to see Hattori, nor me, ever again.”

You stayed silent, and he turned to look you in the eyes.

“I’m not a kind man, leave before I kill you.” He said.

“... I like the color, it looks sacred.” You squeezed out an explanation that didn’t sound like an explanation before walking away.

On the day of Rob Lucci’s defeat, he couldn’t help but think of you, imaging your eyes filled with sadness and disappointment. Who’s the crow now, and who’s the dove? He wonders what you are doing right now as he lies here with blood, sweat, and dirt on his body.

Before Lucci closed his eyes, he saw your face again, maybe he’s hallucinating again, he thought.

“Why are you here.” He still opened his mouth, and it makes him want to laugh at himself, he must’ve hit his head.

“To see you for one last time.” He heard you say. “I’m not going back to Water 7, I’ve always hated there. I will settle on a peaceful island in the East Blue, then I will live on a grassy hill, and plant a garden of white roses and daffodils. And you will never find me again.”

Lucci struggled to open his eyes, but a warm hand covered them. His eyelashes tickled your palms, but he stopped struggling and fell into a deep slumber.

When Rob Lucci made his return as the head of CP0, he was offered another set of black suits, but he didn’t take it. Instead, he thought for a moment.

“I would prefer the color white more.” He said.

————————————

“Would a sacred dove kiss a dirty crow?”

Rob Lucci decides to let you answer that question.

[swampstew]

Kinktober Update

I know I said I don't post on Sundays but I felt bad for not doing all my updates so enjoy the BDSM Bondage HC that went up earlier.

Decided that I was a little burnt out on writing so much smut in such little time and the last updates weren't tiles that were requested so I'm giving myself permission to simply not do them.

I will post the last two prompts on Monday the 31st: they'll be a soft scenario with Kid and the final Halloween Party story.

Thanks for all the support - this was a fun activity and a delicate reminder on why I hate giving myself deadlines. I will continue posting my own fic story updates and other art I make, along with any other shorts or some seasonal stories in the future. Writing requests are still open and my Ko-fi account is nearly set up :)