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crocobuggy · 10 months

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✹ catnip ; rob lucci ; ch. 1

content warnings: drug use, high sex, throatfucking/facefucking, sadism/masochism, rough sex ✹ read on ao3 author's note: i like rob lucci on a normal level

Rob Lucci wasn’t an easy man to deal with.

That much, you were already aware of.

He was a cold, cold man. No, not a mere man, but a killing machine. You had vivid memories of him in action, pointed canines glinting in the moonlight with blood splattered on his fur.

He’s terrifying.

But you couldn’t deny that there was something hypnotizing when you stared into his dilated pupils, swallowing the light like two blackholes, or his sharp claws glimmering when they were about to rip into someone’s throat.

And that’s what shocks you as the man who’s currently sitting by your side does not seem like the same person, repetitively rubbing his cheeks against a small plant, occasionally taking a small bite of it with his pointed canine teeth. “Stop!” You say, eyebrows furrowed as you try to focus on rolling a joint. “I haven’t even rolled it yet, it’s not fair!” Lucci shrugs, laying the plant next to its vase on the table. “This was your own idea. You should be thankful that I even agreed to take part in this.” He says, sipping on a glass of whiskey.

Well, he’s not wrong. Plus, he’s Rob Lucci and he’s an asshole, which you should already be aware of after years of working with him.

As you lick the joint to seal it closed, you can notice Lucci looking intensely at you, pupils slightly more dilated than usual. “What?” You say as you grab a green lighter from the corner of the table. He doesn’t answer, standing up to accommodate Hattori somewhere other than his shoulder, presumably so that he won’t inhale any of the smoke. It’s cute, how attached a killing machine can be to such a small and delicate creature like a pigeon.

Come to think of it now, maybe cute’s not exactly the word.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when he comes back and sits back on the chair, pushing the lighter in your direction. “A little too eager for someone who was complaining about it ‘being my idea’ just a couple minutes ago.” He puts a finger over his mouth as if to politely tell you to shut up. “Screw you.” You say, as you put the joint between your lips and light it up, waiting for it to burn for a few seconds before inhaling the smoke. When Lucci notices you’ve already started, he ties his hair before grabbing a few more of the plant that’s on the table. A slightly minty smell comes your way as he rips off the leaves and starts rubbing them against his cheeks, occasionally taking tint bites of them. His pupils are wide, eyelids starting to get a bit droopy.

You can feel your blood pressure lower as your body relaxes while you take another hit. How long had it been since you had actually smoked something decent? “Having fun, kitty man?” Lucci glares at you, but you can notice he’s starting to feel a bit out of it by the size of his pupils and the fact that he’s grabbed the plant vase and brought it closer so that he can rub against it, a few leaves tangling themselves on his hair. It’s hard not to let out of chuckle at seeing him so relaxed, although his breathing seems a bit heavier and his cheeks are getting flushed. You’re actually amazed at the fact he seems to be enjoying using catnip. And amazed at the fact that it actually works.

“You okay there?” You actually start to worry a bit after he leans back on the chair and starts chewing on the catnip leaves. He nods, not even bothering to look at you as he chews and you take another drag. Your eyelids start to feel heavy and you feel giddy, lips curling into a loose lipped smile. Lucci quirks an eyebrow at this, a smirk on his lips. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you this?” The smoke burns your lungs as you inhale it once again. You’re halfway through the joint as you put it off on the ashtray, deciding to enjoy your high for now and finish smoking a bit later. Lucci has stopped chewing on the leaves and is watching you with half-lidded eyes, legs spread and pupils so dilated you can barely see his onyx irises.

You’re not sure if it’s the way he’s looking at you, the fact that you haven’t gotten laid in weeks, how much he looks like a damn work of art in the low light or your high getting to you. All you know is that Lucci, this horrible, bloodthirsty being, your coworker, looks fucking ethereal right now. Your elbows are on the table as you lean towards him, both of you looking at each other in a trance. “What?” He leans one of his elbows on the table. “Are you making me have a staring contest with you now?” His words are a bit slurred, probably due to the mixture of alcohol and catnip, and he’s so close you can smell the whiskey on his breath. If you got any closer to him, your lips would be on his, which honestly sounded like as much of a good idea as it was a very stupid one, after all, he was Rob Lucci. He could do anything to you with little or no effort if he wanted to.

He could also fuck you so good if he wanted to.

No, no, no!

He’s your coworker, he’s off limits and you should know that by know. Plus, you’re sure he isn’t even capable of being interested in other people or literally anything other than his job.

At least that’s what you think, until the man starts getting closer to you, and you bite your lip. “You’re tensing up,” he says, his low voice rumbling in his chest. “Smoked a bit too much?” You can feel his warmth and his scent, and it feels like you just laid your face on a cat’s belly. “No. In fact, I think maybe I should smoke some more and take a good old high nap.” His fingers tangle themselves in your hair. “Are you really sure?”

He knows what he’s doing.

He’s Rob Lucci, the assassin who can read anyone like a fucking book.

You know you shouldn’t be loving the way he looks at you with his dark, intense gaze, but you just can’t help it.

You want him.

He stands up from his chair and stands in front of you, and you can notice the bulge in his pants, now a tight fit due to his arousal.

Okay, now it makes sense.

You look at the bulge and then at him before he puts his hand on your head, pulling you closer to his crotch and looking at you as if asking for permission.

At this, you unbutton Lucci’s pants and start palming him through his boxers, but he’s not taking it as he puts two fingers inside your mouth, shoving them as deep as he possibly can. You know he probably doesn’t even give a shit about whether you gag or not, but that only makes you wetter.

He pulls away his fingers and only gives you a couple seconds before he pulls you towards his dick, shoving it as far as he can inside your mouth. “So warm,” he says, voice coming out a bit hoarse. You moan as he starts moving his hips, hands tangled tightly in your hair. He groans when you gag, throat tightening around his length before he pulls out to look at your face.

There’s spit dripping from your chin and a few strands of hair stick to your damp face. “That’s all it takes to make you learn how to shut the hell up? Some dick?” He smirks darkly down at you, giving your hair a light pull, and you scowl at him. “What are you so angry at? I can smell how wet you are right now.” His gaze reminds you that right now, you’re nothing but a small mouse in the claws of a leopard. He rubs his now wet length against you, spreading your own drool all over your face. You hate how hot it makes you feel.

“Fuck, Lucci -“ you press your legs together, desperate for absolutely any relief you can possibly get. He looks at you, as if waiting for you to say anything else, a vicious grin making its way onto his lips. To anyone else, that would have been terrifying, but right now, it’s just ridiculously arousing. “Please.” You look at him, at the table, and at the queen-sized bed in the center of the room, its satin sheets shimmering in the moonlight. He will definitely understand the message.

If the man does understand, however, he still doesn’t do exactly as you wanted, lowering himself to take off your pants along with your underwear, putting your legs over his shoulders and giving your pussy a slow lick, his tongue rough like that of a cat’s. It’s a bit painful, but you don’t really mind it as long as it gives you some relief. Lucci licks his lips and looks at you with a smirk, not a single ounce of shame in his expression. It’s definitely not his first time doing this, you’re sure of it. He’s methodical, giving you an experimental lick and sliding two fingers inside, growling as he feels your wetness.

However, you should know that a man like Lucci doesn’t ever stay on his knees for long. He stands up and puts his hands under your thighs, lifting you so that your chest is pressed to his and you can feel his hardened length against your belly. “What are you-“ before you can say anything else, he throws you on the table, and you can hear the ashtray clinking as it shakes. The man takes the joint and lighter, quickly lighting up the joint as he presses it to his lips, inhaling the smoke, and leaning down. “Open your mouth.” You oblige, and he blows the smoke into your mouth, plump lips pressing against yours. “This is what you wanted, right? I’ll make sure to get the most of it.” The man rubs himself against your entrance teasingly, growling as he allows himself to feel a bit of your warmth. He then lowers himself again to shove his tongue inside you, licking his lips when he pulls away. You can see his beard glimmering from your wetness, and it makes you incredibly turned on. “You taste… surprisingly good.” You can hear him murmur before he goes lower and bites your inner thigh with his sharp canines, and you scream out in a strange mixture of surprise, pain and accumulated arousal. “Fuck! Lucci!” You instinctively tug on his hair. “That fucking hurts!”

Which was possibly the greatest idea you could’ve possibly had.

Lucci, ever the sadist, cracks a smile at your words, looking up at you while licking his lips. “Oh, it hurts? Let me show you what else hurts.” And finally, he stands up and turns you over, barely even giving you a second to register what’s happening before burying himself to the hilt inside your aching pussy. He pulls on your hair to lift you so that your body is almost completely pressed to his, except for the fact that you still have your shirt on and you hate it, and the fact that he’s completely dressed. With his hips still, one hand forcefully tugging on your hair as the other claws on your hips, thick length inside you, he still manages to bite hard on your shoulder, earning a loud scream from you as he growls in arousal. “Lucci! Please!” You’re desperate at this point, waiting for him to move, or for any possible stimulation he can give you.

“Don’t worry, kitten. This is just the beginning.”

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smokersbaby · 6 months

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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"

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oneprompt · 2 years

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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.”

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moonydustx · 10 days

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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.

#fiction #reader insert #one piece #no use of y/n #requests open #dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #mihawk x you #rob lucci #lucci x reader #lucci x you #crocodile x you #sir crocodile #crocodile x reader

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One piece men reacting to you sitting on Thier lap in a Public setting, while wearing a skirt and you telling them you are not wearing any panties on

Characters: Trafalgar law,Sanji,Luffy,Rob Lucci, Eustass kid

Tags: smut drabbles,finger fucking,teasing, degradation,not proofread so excuse my mistakes plz, afab!reader in mind

Law

He is first bit shocked, a flustered mess actually. He thought you were Begin your cute self only to do that to him. His tattooed fingers are so tempted to test if you are truthful or not. He doesn't want anyone else to see him bury his fingers in your pretty cunt, yet. You made him do this. He needs to make sure you are not joking,so you better not make a noise.

"(Y/n)-ya. You really can't do this. What if someone saw you like this?" He whispers to your ear in a fake scolding tone, while his hand sneakily moves under your skirt,his tattooed finger teases your folds, and he slightly chuckles as he rests his chin on your shoulder, removing his hand away from your core and letting it rest on your thigh. "Naughty...guess we have to find somewhere private so I can help you put your panties back on," he mumbles to you, while his thumb trace a little circle on your thigh. "Can't have you walking around like that," he adds as he gets up, holding your hand and guiding you to some bathroom. From how lustful his gaze is,you doubt he will be helping you put your panties back on.

Sanji

He dies from a nosebleed. Rest in peace king. He was so excited that his ass forgot he was in public till you stopped his hand from reaching down the skirt, and he let out a little whimper of disappointment. "Oh, come on, my love..let me check" he tells you in a husky tone. Your cheek flushes in embarrassment. You were hoping to fluster him, not this overly horny reaction. You should have known better.

His hand finds its way under your skirt anyway, and he is so mesmerized by the fact you are actually saying the truth and the fact you are a bit wet too. He is at heaven. Yeah,yeah that must be it. He let his finger tease your slit slightly,just a teasing touch,while his thumb traced over your clitoral area so gently. "Want to see how far we can go before you want some privacy, my love?" Sanji whispers so huskily in your ear,making you feel shivers down your neck. You nod slowly; obviously,this is the best outcome for you after all.

Luffy

" Same " "what?" "I'm not wearing any boxers either,they get uncomfortable sometimes" "WHAT"

Literally clueless,till You yourself let your hand in his pants and his face redden a bit, his brain registering what you were trying to do by not wearing a panties as your hand warp around his dick so gently "(y/n)yy...I thought we weren't supposed to do this Infront of others" he whine to you and shush him "they don't need to know..." You say playfully,Luffy huffing ,not vibing with your teasing,he stop your hand "no,let me-" he literally shove his hand between your legs and start caressing your cunt so tenderly" No fun teasing me now huh?" He asks and you huffs grabbing his hand" Luffy They might see-" Luffy stop you with a kiss " you wanted it first yeah? so you better handle it " he tells you as his finger start pumping in your cunt so feverishly "let them see,I will fight them if they tried anything funny"

Rob lucci

He gave you an unimpressed glance ,you were almost disappointed, you look away,maybe you can go fuck with kaku or someone else,you could had more of a reaction with a Brick wall- you think, that till you felt his hands grabbing your thighs and keeping you on his lap,and then you feel something hard under you,you turn to look at him and he is looking at you with that sadistic gaze he always have when you misbehave

"Really?, Let me see then" he says with a stoic tone,he so shamelessly lift the skirt a bit up and you can feel the cold air hit your bare core,his palm moves to cover it as he let a thoughtful hum "tell me, what did you expect me to do when you decided to do this?'' he asks as he moves his hand slight ,his middle finger thrust into you so harshly earning a moan from you that cause few people to glance your way,you try to remove his hand from you,yet you couldn't even if you wanted " come on ,answer me..,no let me answer it Instead ,you wanted me to fuck you while everyone watched ,didn't you? Or were you just teasing me...ah I do expect the latter ,yet you know what happens when you tease me like this " he says with a Stern voice,his finger thrusting in your now dripping cunt,you are just closing your mouth with a hand to keep what left of your dignity "lucc-lucci stop please-i was just teasing you" you whisper so desperately trying to keep your moans low ,Lucci chuckles sadistically " yeah,figured it out...well here's the deal ,you cum on my fingers without making any noises,and I will stop, if you couldn't..then I hope you enjoy people watching, because I will be fucking you over this table"

Eustass kid

He will look at you with a questioning look as 'are you serious ' and you nod so proudly,you see his cheeks turn red and his chest puff up as his hand goes to under your skirt to see if you are fucking with him or not, spoiler alert,you are not ,Kid face turn into a little devilish smirk as instead of pulling his hand away,he start teasing your folds with his finger,and now it's your turn to have a flustered look on your face

"k-kid no touching now" you whimper so lowly that it cause kid chest to rumble with a deep chuckle "ah that's no fun shorty...you got your pretty cunt uncovered and you expect me to keep my hand to myself? That wound me ,you know me better" he says rather playfully,his finger slide so easily into your welcoming cunt,pumping in and out,hitting your g-spot so teasingly making you moan lowly,kid smirk only grow " here you go,such a pretty doll, couldn't wait for us to be alone huh? it's okay though,they can all watch,not like they will be able to touch your pretty cunt,it's all mine after all" he purr into your ear as he add a second finger into your cunt,making you moan even more,at least the only people in the room are the crew...they will soon be traumatized when they realize what you're both doing for sure

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one-piece-aus · 7 months

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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.

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professionaldrider · 5 months

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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!”

“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…

‘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

#one piece #rob lucci #one piece lucci #lucci x reader #lucci #oneshot #anime and manga #anime #manga #fanfic #smut #one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you

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lollipop-writes · 1 year

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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.

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rollinouttahere-writes · 10 months

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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.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #yandere one piece #yandere #platonic yandere #rob lucci #i am so embarrassed kill me

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oxianamello · 25 days

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Finally a use for that stupid goatee

#Watch me ovulate on command when the next Lucci vs Luffy episode drops and you know what that means #rob lucci #oc x canon #one piece #rob lucci x oc #one piece oc #one piece fan character #ロブ・ルッチ #oc #Mello

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quinloki · 10 months

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: AFAB Character: Rob Lucci Kink: #5 #12 #17 - I ended up using all three! Prompt: #15 "No, you can't use your hands." Gift Giver: @sanjis-all-blue

Summary: There's not much softness shared between you and Lucci, but things are understood between you both with few words.

Content Notes: rough sex, biting, degradation, forced orgasms, Dom!Lucci isn't big on compromise, consensual 18+

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The sharp sting against your ass forces a gasp from you as you hold onto the sheet tighter. Lucci is already buried deep inside you, hips barely moving.

Earlier you had come into the room to talk to him at his behest, and either he was in a good mood, or a bad one, but his hand grabbed your hair, and yanked you to him, before you had so much as closed the doors behind you. You yelped, struggling to keep your feet as barely controlled claws tore the clothes from you.

In the years you’d been with Lucci you had learned not to become attached to any of your clothes. To his credit things would be mended or replaced, as resources and time allowed – and it wasn’t like his own clothes fared any better. You were convinced the man had been a beast even before he ate a devil fruit.

Now you were face down, red ass in the air, the tattered remains of your clothes clinging to your sweaty body. Lucci had calmed himself by rutting against you, covering your back in cum before he’d finally pushed his cock deep inside you.

Every time you had moved your hands, either to aid him or yourself, he’d bat your hands away. The low growl of warning that bubbled up in his throat when you had moved to tease yourself was all the notice you needed.

You were not to use your hands.

So instead, you grabbed onto the sheets near your head, and let him sink what pleasures or pains he chose into your body. The sharp sting of the slaps against your ass were already turning into their own pleasure, and what little movement there was inside you, was stirring you up enough.

Lucci had always been a man of few words, his actions speaking more than anything else. Usually, the only sounds between you were your own shaky gasps of pleasure and pain, and Lucci’s grunts and growls. Occasionally you would beg, and sometimes he would speak demands into your ears, but for the most part you two communicated nonverbally.

The only times he spoke at length, were when he wanted to degrade you. Knowing full well that his cruel words would do nothing more than expedite your pleasure.

“My sweet little deer.” He growls into your ear. “You’re being quiet, little whore.”

You can feel sharp claws catch lightly against your skin, as he pushes into you more deeply, and runs his fingers over you. Your mouth opens in a whimper and before you can form any words, a sharp, taloned finger presses against your tongue.

“Don’t try to be a good girl now.” He purrs, hot breath cascading over your face. “I suppose it’s on me.” His voice sinks into your neck as he rolls his hips, shifting himself inside you. “I’ve only been playing with my meal up ‘til now.”

The sound of shifting silk fills your ears, and a moment after he removes his finger from your tongue, he stuffs his rolled-up tie into your mouth.

“Make yourself useful, little slut, and hold onto that.” He demands, his hands pushing into the mattress on either side of your shoulders as he finally starts to move inside you.

Long, slow, steady – the motion is smooth and precise, like a tour of all your favorite places. It’s the proof, the unspoken statement that despite the rough actions, despite the growls and degrading words, he cared for you. Knew you. Paid attention to all the little signs of pleasure you wouldn’t dare to hide from him.

There was no abuse in his actions, he knew what kind of meal you were, and you were happily devoured by him. Your earlier airy gasps and moans were deeper sounds now, grunts and shivered moans that rattled in your chest, held back by the ball of silk in your mouth.

Lucci’s pace quickened, and pleasure started coiling. His motion was pushing you into the sheets, causing the material to caress your clit with each thrust. It was teasing, tantalizing, and you were almost certain he was doing it on purpose.

He plateaus, keeping the same pace and rhythm and you can feel your body shaking and tensing. You move to take the tie from your mouth, so you can ask for permission, but a swift hand catches your wrist.

“No. Hands.” He growls.

You shake your head, and whimper pleadingly, but all you get is a hot, wet tongue licking along your shoulders.

“Don’t bite that tie.” He warns, breath pouring over your skin just before you feel his teeth press against you.

The building tension overtakes you, and the flood of pleasure races from your pussy like a wave, washing over your body. Your hands clench the sheets, and your toes curl, and you desperately focus on your mouth, not wanting to bite the tie. Even though you wanted to bite down, Lucci wasn’t slowing down, and the pleasure was skittering through your body like sparks of lightning.

You squirm under him as the pleasure builds again and you feel sharp teeth at the back of your neck. You freeze, taking sharp short breaths as you try desperately to hold your body still. If you move too much, he’ll bite you, and if he bites you, you might bite the tie.

The teeth never leave you, and rough, almost growling grunts, were huffed against your skin. Pleasure was building for you both, but that meant nothing for Lucci. Even if he came, he wasn’t going to slow down until he wanted to.

Lucci’s free hand sneaks under your waist, and his fingers tease your clit. His claws are retracted, and he presses steady circles into the bundle of nerves. The action shocks pleasure through you, causing you to cry out from behind the gag and squirm under him.

His teeth sink into your skin, as his hips slam into yours with less control, his fingers still teasing your clit. The orgasm is ripped from you, and from better or worse the precious tie falls from your mouth as your body arcs backward in pleasure. Tensed muscles raise your face off the sheets, and your legs and toes curl around Lucci, feet pressing him into you.

He takes a moment, nuzzling into your neck and nearly purring into your skin, before he leans back, standing up to look over you. The flicker of adoration in his eyes isn’t missed by you, even in your haze as you struggle to catch your breath, but it’s quickly replaced by a far more sinister look.

“You didn’t bite it,” he muses, hand curling around your leg and pulling you up against him. “But now there’s no reason for me to hold back.”

He leans down, kissing along your legs before halting your words, freezing them in your throat with a piercing look. “Scream well for me, little deer.”

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

#birthday request event #rob lucci #reader insert #lucci x reader #x reader #one piece drabble #Blue! Thank you for this gift - I hope I did it justice ^^;#I'm worried maybe I went too hard? I feel like if it was a proper full one-shot it would've been 4k words. maybe I held back too much lol #I still had fun though \o/

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leakyweep · 10 months

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28. “I want to have my way with you.”

w/ Lucci maybe? 👀

Blue, this was the first time I've written him I hope it fits his character :3 i rewatched a couple water 7 scenes and got inspired

Your body was trembling as you watched the man transform into what looked like a leopard, giant and snarling with claws that made your skin crawl. He was still staring at you with that aloof and bored gaze, unfazed by the anxiety that was making you back away.

Lucci simply moved his hand- one that was now double your size- behind you, pulling you closer to him. His palm was cradling your ass, his claws now digging into the skin of your plush hips as you met him face-to-face. His breath was mingling with yours, your bodies so close that your breasts were trapped against his broad chest.

His free hand slashed your clothes into worthless pieces of cloth, and he growled in a husky tone, "you're such a scared little creature... I want to have my way with you."

"B-but, the size must be-" you squeaked, his hand squeezing you tight enough to cut off your pitiful whimpering. One of his clawed fingers reached down between your quivering thighs, his nail running teasingly around your slit. You moaned, a shiver running down your spine and wetness beginning to make your inner thighs sticky.

"Did I ask? I'm going to take what I want from you, how I want, no matter what you think, 'kay?"

#lucci x reader #am i a furry if i think his zoan form is hot #lucci x you #rob lucci #op #liv writes

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littlesniggy · 1 day

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I just want to forget

Hello, here a small something for my Rob Lucci fans. Warning: 18+, mention of s*x, mention of de*th, loss, overall not happy, smoking, numbness, hurt/comfort, non pirate AU, female reader Pairings: Rob Lucci x female reader Word count: 1.2k

Hot smoke is filling your lungs as you take a deep breath in and inhale the toxic air, the scratchiness in your throat and upper air passages a welcoming feeling to the numbness you have been constantly feeling. Your eyes wander to the glowing poisonous stick between your index and middle finger, studying how the glow slowly eats away the tobacco, leaving only behind gray ash that eventually falls off and lands on the black satin sheet covering your bare legs.

“I told you I hate it when you smoke in my apartment.” You don’t need to turn your head to know he is looking at you annoyed. Even when you two are intimate, when he is fucking the living shit out of you, leaving you in bite marks and bruises – his cold and annoyed façade remains. Yet, you don’t mind. He is the reason you can forget; even if it is just for a short time. You still appreciate it.

“Sorry.” You reply quietly but make no effort to stub the cigarette out. You know he has an ashtray on the nightstand next to the bed; he bought it only for you. He doesn’t smoke. He also makes you empty and clean it every time before you leave if you used it. Seems to be fair. That’s the least you can do.

“Well…put it out.” You hear him but your brain is not comprehending the words he says. You simply stare at the continuous burning of your cigarette, the taste still present on your tongue. It reminds you of Him. He rarely smoked but he had the habit of smoking one every time he came down from his high after loving you. You always complained about it when you kissed him, telling him it was like sticking your tongue into an ashtray but you got used to it to the point where it had become some odd feeling of comfort. It meant familiarity. It meant safety. It meant home.

Funny; you had never thought you’d miss the taste of cigarettes on someone’s lips so much. That’s probably also the reason why you picked up this habit shortly after you started “seeing” the man next to you.

“Hey, you hear me?” of course, you can hear him. You’re not deaf. You’re just…absent-minded. But why does he sound more annoyed than usual? He almost never tells you to stub it out so you deduce he has been having a bad day. Now, that you think about it, he also sounded irritated on the phone when you called. So, you are sure his bad mood has nothing to do with you; or at least you are not the cause of it. You contemplate if you should ask but knowing the man next to you, you know he won’t talk. You basically know nothing about him. Sometimes, it frustrates you. Some days, you want to have a conversation with him, to tell him about your day, about your feelings, about you fear. But he doesn’t want to hear it. He had made it abundantly clear that this relationship or however you want to call it, is purely physical. And you agreed to it, but still…

A big hand harshly grabs your wrist and takes away the cigarette glimmering away between your fingers and angrily stubs it out in the ashtray. His hot breath ghosts your neck and an involuntary shiver runs down your spine. “I do not like to repeat myself.” He hisses, the sound almost animalistic. His grip tightens before he lets go, leaving an angry red handprint around your wrist. In moments like this you are reminded that this man is dangerous.

“Now, if you are done for today, I suggest you get dressed and fuck off. I need to go back to work.” You see him sit on the edge of the bed out of the corner of your eyes, his muscular back facing you, his long black hair elegantly falling over his shoulders. A big tattoo is covering almost his entire back - some kind of cross with circles on each side and one in the middle. You would like to know the meaning but you don’t ask.

There are scars on his skin; too many to be accidental, too small to be life threatening. The one on his stomach, however, seems to have been more serious. You once dared to ask him what happened. In response, he simple turned you around, pressed your head into the pillow and pounded into you until he was satisfied.

When you weren’t thinking about Him and imagining a life you could never have, you thought about the possible jobs he could be doing. Secret agent, assassin, military, special forces. The list could go on but are the most likely you decided. But you never asked. He wouldn’t give you an answer anyway so why bother?

His body tenses momentarily when you gently grab his arm. He doesn’t turn his head to you completely but enough for you to see his harsh brown eyes staring at you.

“I don’t wanna be alone.” Your voice is almost a whisper but you know he can hear you loud and clear.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t reply, he just looks at you. He is contemplating. You know he has no sympathy for your situation. He is not the compassionate type. Sometimes you even have the impression that he has sociopathic tendencies. Yet, you don’t care. You welcome it, even. Everyone else looks at you in pity. They don’t look at you as a person. They only see the woman who lost her husband. And you hate it. You hate it to the bone. He doesn’t. He looks at you as if you are vermin yet you don’t care.

You inch closer, embracing him from behind as you wrap both arms around his strong torso. Your lips find his sharp jawline and your lips follow the bone to his ear. You know he likes it. He would never admit it out loud but he enjoys it when you tease him with small kisses. It makes him almost tame.

You gently put his earlobe between your lips and suckle on it, your hands caressing his flat stomach and chest. It almost sounds like he is purring when a dark chuckle rumbles in his chest. He snakes a strong arm around your waist and starts kissing your neck in return, tracing a bite mark with his tongue.

“Why should I care?” he whispers into your ear. You lean back and turn your head to look at him as good as you can. What a beautiful man. What a dangerous predator.

“You don’t have to care. I just want you to make me forget.”

A dangerous smile creeps onto his sinful lips.

He presses you slowly into the mattress with his weight while his teeth sink into your neck. The fingers on your waist dig painfully into your delicate skin.

If there is one thing you know for certain about Rob Lucci then that he can make you forget; even if it is just for a moment.

#one piece #op #op x reader #female reader #op x female reader #op x you #littlesniggy #rob lucci #op rob lucci #rob lucci x reader #rob lucci x female reader #hurt/comfort #18+ mdni #loss

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butterfluffy · 2 years

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Heyy, how are you doing today, Fluffy?

Can I request a fluff scenario with the 🍨 prompt for Lucci and a female reader? He’s still working at Galley-La and she falls in love with him, but Lucci don’t know what to do since he would probably break up with her when the CP9 would try to kill Iceburg.

Thanks <33

“yet”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· falling in love with a rob lucci is tough, especially when he doesn't put dating into mind—but a hope shines through, all thanks to a ‘yet’ from him.

⠀⠀➧ r. fluff, v tiny angst if you squint | rob lucci × f!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ prompt: (🍨 | “we're not dating!” · “yet.”)

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! mistakes and swearing may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to “i'm in love with you!” confession event made to celebrate this account reaching 300+ followers! visit it to see my other works on this special!

reqested by: anonymous — helloooo, first lucci fic here, hope this satisfies you..! i was honestly supposed to make this angsty, but i changed my mind, since i'm not feeling it, ehe. (/^-^(^ ^*)/

Falling in love with someone is unavoidable, especially when this someone who your heart beats for is Rob Lucci.

Well—how can you not fall in love with him when he's just so handsome, and undeniably hot? The man of your dreams, really.

“Hey, Lucci.” You greet, a smile, and a small blush forming on your face the instant the raven-haired man looked at you with his brows raised as his muscles flexed as he placed a piece of lumber down to talk to you.

“Yeah? Is there anything you need, Y/n?” Lucci asks through ventriloquism, not speaking normally as per usual as you hummed, showing him a basket of goods.

“Here, bread and biscuits, I made them for you, hehe.” You chuckle, offering him the basket that he took with a grateful nod, the corner of his lips tugging upwards to a small smile that immediately faded away, not wanting to break his cool demeanor.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” He mutters, taking a biscuit from the bag and eating it, and giving another to Hattori who cooed, fluttering his wings.

“Mhm, this is good.” He mentions, eating a piece after another, causing your smile to grow bigger.

“Is it? Well, that's good to know—I made it real good because it's you who'd taste them..” You mumble, shyly tucking your hair behind your ear as Lucci stared at you.

“This is bad.” He says to himself, taking a big gulp as a heavy sigh leaves his lips. “I can't have this continue..”

“Y/n shouldn't have her feelings for me grow bigger, and deeper—and I definitely should not like her back..” Crushing the biscuit in his hand by accident, Lucci got lost in his thoughts, thinking of this connection you two have...

Yes, he knows that you like him. And yes, he likes you too. But he knows that he shouldn't, for the sake of the duty he's assigned to fulfill.

Still, it's unavoidable. He can't avoid liking you.

“—cchi? Lucci, are you okay? You're suddenly so silent, and... You crushed the biscuit I made..” Whispering your words, the foreman then snapped back to you.

“Ah, I'm alright, and sorry about that—I was uh, getting lost in my thoughts.” He stated, waving off what just happened and proceeding to snack off as you watch him with a smile. “Whatever you say..”

“..What should I do?” Lucci asks himself, glancing at you for a moment before transferring his focus on the skies.

“Y/n will just interfere with my work, but—” “Oh, why hello there, Y/n, Lucci.”

Having Kaku interrupt his thoughts with a greeting, he raised his brows at the male as you waved your hand hello.

“Heya, Kaku. What brings you here?” You chimed, having the long nosed man stand in between you and Lucci.

“Well, nothing much. I was just drawn here because I saw Lucci eating these goodies.” Taking a bread from the basket, Kaku then looked at you and Lucci.

“You made these for Lucci, right, Y/n?” The shipwright says, a smirk forming in his face upon seeing you nod.

“Maaan, must be nice having a girlfriend making you all these, Lucci..!” Kaku sighs dreamily, nudging the man beside him who had his mouth fall agape as you exploded into a blushing mess.

“A-A-Ahhh! Kaku, no—n..no, Lucci and I we-we're not dating!!” You stammered, your blush growing bigger each second, realizing that you were being too defensive—making it obvious that you're in love with the raven-haired hunk who smiled, looking at you in some way—“but, yes, maybe..”

“Maybe it's not so bad having a lover.” Slinging his arm over your shoulder, Lucci pulled you close to him as you screeched, blushing profusely.

“What do you mean ‘not dating,’ Y/n? Look at you and Lucci being so close, haha~!” Laughing as he continued to tease you who shook your hands in the air, still denying him.

“L-Lucci, r..right? W-We're not dating..?” You muttered, electric shocks surging throughout your body by the contact of your skin and his.

“Yet.” Lucci says with his normal voice, looking at you with a smirk before he further explaining himself, “Yes, we're not dating, yet.”

“So, what do you say, Y/n?” He asks, returning to speaking using ventriloquism, his question flustering you.

“Uhm, uh—..sure.” Placing your hands on your heated cheeks, you looked up to Lucci who is now your lover. “Good.”

“Gaaahh! Oh you two, young love! How sweet! Even sweeter than these pastries!” Kaku gasps, taking a few more of the foods you had given to Lucci before walking away, shaking you two off with his mouth stuffed...

Yes, Lucci had made up his mind—he's gonna spend the rest of his months in Galley-La with you, not as a helping hand in making his cover look more normal for the company, but as a lover, his lover.

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emptystove · 25 days

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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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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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