#Sandy x reader

[respawnjupiter]

"I want a baby" prank

— Featuring Lego Monkie Kid characters!

(Macaque, Wukong, Sandy, MK, Tang, Pigsy, Mei, Redson, Spider Queen, & Mayor)

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╰⪼ Six-Eared Macaque

(I headcanon he's broke af)

╰⪼ Sun Wukong

╰⪼ Sandy

╰⪼ MK

╰⪼ Mei

╰⪼ Redson

╰⪼ Tang Sangzang

╰⪼ Pigsy

╰⪼ Spider Queen

╰⪼ Mayor

[lmk-headcannons]

SO SEASON 5 HUH

Aight homies, time for an updated list of who i write for!

✅:

MK

Wukong

Macaque

Red Son

Mei

Xiangliu/Snake Headed Demon

Sandy (platonic)

Pigsy and Tang (together bc i said so)

Chang’e

Nezha (platonic)

Azure Lion

❌:

Spider Queen and her gang (i don’t know how to write for them)

Bai He/any child character (bc no)

Peng and Yellow Tusk (dunno how to write)

Yin and Jin (shrug)

[lint-beetle4]

Ooo, May I have a Sandy x female reader where it goes from fluff to smut. It can go like how reader fell in love with Sha Wujing but was heartbroken when he died but now is reincarnated as Sandy. The reader wants to stay away to not get her feelings her cause he's mortal and he'll eventually die but Sandy sees something wrong with her. Maybe after a year or sometime they eventually do get together.🥰

❤️Hope u stay safe and healthy❤️

Swaying Tides (Sandy X Fem!Reader, Fluff, Angst and a Smidge of Lime)

(Anon, I'm so sorry, but I couldn't fit the smut in. I hope this lime pleases you!)

As an immortal, you knew not to get too close with mortals

They were such fragile things, affected by the sands of time

Yet you? You were beyond such things. You had all the time in the world, witnessing the evolution of man and the growth of gods

You were content being alone, but unfortunately, you came to serve the celestial realm as a messenger of Guanyin

You had been told to collect a monk and his lackeys and aid them in their journey west

Dutifully, you did so, meeting the funny little mortals--and Wukong

One of them intrigued you though, a water demon by the name Sha Wujing

Cast down from heaven and forced to eat people to survive, you saw the gentle nature of the demon emerging from his powerful exterior

He was honest, good man, you had to admit

Soft yet strong and filled with enough wit to question the world around him

Time went on and before the journey's end, you two confessed your love in the silence of a moon-lit night

While you couldn't explore each other's body--such is the way of Tang's principals--, it seldom mattered as you two became inseparable, love-sick smiles on your faces as you faced the journey west with confident strides

You never smiled so widely again as you found your lover's body on the ground, honor draping over his still corpse as his spirit left

Time marched forward with you alone, Sun Wukong had gone off to his subjects, pushing you to join him

He eventually met his successor, and you eventually met the familiar eyes of your past lover, his gentle features and rugged body all the same yet different

It was truly him. You gaped at the giant before you, his eyes filled with worry and curiosity.

You quickly composed yourself, slightly bowing to the tall demon.

"Ah, sorry--you just look like someone I knew, but--" You muttered under your breath, "You're not him."

"Oh--well," The blue demon perked up happily, a wide smile on his face. "That's no problem! My name is Sandy. What's yours?"

You shook his hand, nostalgia filling your chest is his larger hand enveloped yours. It was warm, tender, able to break your bones easy yet too afraid to more than a gentle squeeze. You held back a sigh, watching as Wukong's student dragged him away for something.

"Looks just like that him, yeah?" You jumped at Wukong's voice, head snapping to see him with sad eyes. "They're all here again--united like we once were."

"Yet, they're all different." You sighed. "We're lucky in that sense. To be here with them again is--"

"A blessing." Wukong finished for you, "You should try talking to him. He might not be your Wujing, but he's still the same gentle giant you knew."

You hoped to the gods that he stayed the same.

Sandy was probably more compassionate than his past life, impossibly so.

"That must've been so hard to deal with." He spoke sadly, hands holding yours. "To deal with the loss of a loved one is such a painful thing for you to overcome. You truly are as strong as Wukong says."

His words hit you just as hard, filled with wisdom only a a life of hardship could grant a person. You cried in his chest as you recalled the way your lover passed, and Sandy was there for you all the same.

Your heart yearned for your Sha Wujing, but slowly, as months passed to years, you learned to love Sandy, to make more room in your heart for a man who was different than your lover in many ways.

Sandy was calmer, more gentle, and a loving cat owner.

Mo seemed to like you quite well, enthusiastically greeting you during your visits to Sandy's boat. You ended up helping Sandy on his boat as well, learning the art to a soothing tea. With plentiful smooches and cuddle sessions, you grew comfortable with your lover as you did before.

The thought of his mortality scared you, you admitted to Sandy late at night after fun conversations and bountiful laughter.

"I understand." Sandy sighed. "You'll have to see me die one day."

The blue demon turned to you, arms embracing you warmly. "But, I've never been so happy so spend my life with you. I hope that one day, we'll be united again in other life."

"I'll be waiting." You laugh sadly. "You're such a wonderful man. I'm happy enough to have this moment to remember."

"Smart thinking." Sandy praised, kissing you on the forehead. "Focusing on the present lets you ground yourself to the here-and-now."

"The most important moment of all." You grin, your lips softly melting into Sandy's.

Sandy reciprocated with tender passion, his tongue exploring your mouth while you removed your clothing, feeling his hands cup your face with a loving gaze.

"Can I?"

He always asked despite never needing to. It made you giddy inside.

"Of course," You hummed, smile never leaving your face as your hands guided his lower, to your breast. "Take your time now. I want to remember this moment for eternity."

[crypticjackal13]

Hi can I request a macaque, wukong, Nezha sandy x fem reader

Like reader has PTSD because a person close to her used her body to do bad things and other stuff….. but when months past sins that happened she stills has nightmares from what happened to her and when she’s closed to a man that she doesn’t know she starts getting a panic attack but if she forgets to take her pills that help her she starts hearing voices to do bad things to herself or hurt herself

ps: please can you do this because this has happened to me recently and I’m having a hard time right now and I want comfort from my comfort character also can it be Romantic for macaque, wukong, Nezha but for sandy platonic relationship like a father relationship please

I hope you find the comfort you're looking for in this, and I also hope you're able to heal on your own time. PTSD is nasty to have to live with, speaking from experience 😞

Macaque, SWK, Nezha, and Sandy x PTSD!Reader (Headcanons)

HEY. WARNING. HEAVY STUFF AHEAD. IF YOU'RE NOT IN AN OKAY STATE OF MIND I SUGGEST YOU AVOID THIS FOR NOW. THE CONTENT IS COMFORTING BUT THE SUBJECT IS HEAVY. GO WATCH SOME CAT VIDEOS. THANK YOU FOR BEING RESPONSIBLE FOR YOURSELF.

Macaque would swear vengeance when he finds out. Out of the group he would be the first resort to violence to cancel out what happened. If you tell him not to, convince him to stay and help you, he will. He'll drop everything to try and make you feel safe again. He keeps you close to him, making sure that above all else that whatever environment you're in that you are not in danger. If you have a panic attack I think he'd also panic a little bit but then he'd refocus and help to ground you, then help you get away from whatever triggered you. He has a very sharp memory so he reminds you to take your meds if you don't remember. But the downside is he'll feel super shitty if you hurt yourself. So he walks you through some guided meditation and breathing techniques.

Wukong focuses on you the moment he finds out. What are your needs right now? Have you taken your meds? Did you do some sort of self care today? He's super observant, he knew something was off with you, but he didn't want to pry. If you have a panic attack he will very quickly remove you from the situation so you're able to calm down. He gets you some water, your meds(if you forgot them) and tries to get your mind off of things. When it comes to what you do if you're off your meds, he's the king of distractions. He would never shame you for hurting yourself, but he would definitely try to steer you away from it and towards something healthier(i.e. squeezing an ice cube or scribbling on paper).

Nezha is very cautious with you. He is fully prepared to be violent if you want him to be however his top priority is you. He helps you find some kind of routine that ensures that you're getting what you need to function--water, meals, and some physical activity. If you have a panic attack, he's actually really good at helping to ground you. He lets you squeeze his hand or braid his hair. If you end up hurting yourself he first assesses the area--is there something there that triggered you? And once that's done he helps you. He helps you to get comfortable and provides some kind of activity for you to do instead. He still always offers to "get rid of the problem", though.

Sandy knows where you're coming from and he's determined to help. He starts out by getting some tea ready, and while that brews he talks to you. He walks you through your feelings and the basics of what happened. You relax a bit as he helps calm you down. If you allow him to he'll encourage you to spend some time with the therapy cats(especially Mo) and he'll even prepare the couch for you to sleep on if you want to spend the night. He is probably the best out of the group when it comes to reminding you to take care of yourself and take your medicine. If you happen to spiral or fall into a dark place he gently coaxes you into doing something else and relaxing again. He knows how to handle panic attacks like a champ and always tells you he's proud of you and how strong you are, even if you don't see it.

[jades-fanfics]

AHAA HAII REALLY FIXATED ON LMK RN SOO

Sandy x gn!reader hc time :3

More under the cut!

This man? this silly himbo right here? The man loves cuddling. He will absolutely just hold you and cuddle you until you either wanna leave or you both fall asleep

If your having a meltdown, panic attack, or anything at all he will be with you immediately. He’ll give you some love, and reassure you that everything will be alright

He gets like- super clingy in the mornings so he’ll most likely hold onto you for awhile when you guys first wake up

If your in pain or sick, expect this man to take the best care of you- your not gonna be out of his sight all day-

He also uses petnames/nicknames a lot- like “honeybunchs”, “dear”, “little one”, “sweetheart” etc etc

Anyway that’s all I got- but sandy said he loves y’all :33

[quixotical-lymbo]

Pairing: Sandy x gn!chubby!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: No pain, no gain. Thankfully, you have a pretty neat yoga buddy.  Warnings/Tags: Cussing, Sandy being wholesome as always, Sandy using cute nicknames, exercising, and brief low self-esteem mentioned.    Word Count: 500+ words 

 "You can do it, superstar! Just a few more, don't give up!" 

"Sandy, I-...I can't!" 

You felt the behemoth of a man shift behind you. 

You gasped as you were slowly pushed forward by his bare chest pressing against your back. Your legs felt like jello the more those massive hands gently pried them apart. Sweat dripped from your brow as a groan erupted from your parted lips. The shared body heat within the room made it harder to motivate yourself to continue. 

"You can, look! Sunshine, you're almost there!" 

"Fuck-!" You almost knocked the top of your head into Sandy's chin as his beard brushed against your neck. You rolled out from under him and laid flat on the ground panting like a dog. Your poor legs giving out after finally getting a break from being forcefully pulled into a pathetic-excuse for a straddle split. 

Sandy gasped, clutching his 'pearls' at your foul language. "Remember what I said about those kinds of words, sunshine, never-" 

"-never speak dirty words unless you want to eat soap afterwards, yeah, yeah, I know," You grumbled as you threw an arm over your eyes. "Give me a few hours, fu-I mean, gosh, that hurt like a bitc-beach."

Sandy narrowed his eyes at your choice of words before nodding in agreement.  

"It wouldn't be wise to put your muscles under so much stress for too long! I'll let you have thirty seconds before we try another pose," The blue man chirped before grabbing his yoga-for-dummies manual to skim through it. 

Sighing, you lifted your arm to glance at your larger than life friend. It was hard enough for him to convince you to join him in exercising, but the lack of results from this rigorous training left you feeling hopeless. You were on the big side ever since you were young. Your parents commented on it, your doctors commented on it, heck, even a few unsavory classmates mentioned your wide physique behind your back. 

It wasn't like you were upset about it anymore, but those comments made you resign in your fate of always being the fat, undesirable one in the group. 

You suppose voicing these concerns as a joke to Sandy was your first mistake. As much as you loved the blue giant, his insistence to help his friends in need could really be…overwhelming to say the least. Nevertheless, you appreciated the attempt. 

"You ready to go, sunshine?" Sandy stood over your deflated form with a large smile on his bearded face. His hand reached down, palm facing up for you to grab a hold of. "I found a few easier poses for us to try, but if you wanna go ahead with our tea party…" 

You exhaled softly through your nose before placing your hand in his. You squealed as Sandy yanked you up until your feet were dangling over the floor. His snicker followed by your slap to his bicep made him lower you back onto the mat. 

"Hmmm, sure, big guy, I could go for a few more." 

"Great, now bend over!" 

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[all-my-writings-and-musings]

Giving me polls was the worst move this site could have made but here we are, let the games begin! Please reblog to get the most results and leave any suggestions in the tags/reblogs/replies! Thank you all in advance!

[crybaby-magic]

Sandy

✮ oneshots

✮ drabbles

✮fanfics

✮headcanons

✮mini series

[jttw-monkeybusiness]

Wukong can't catch a break sometimes, can he?

[luxthestrange]

LMK Incorrect quotes#106 Old man yaoi

@ Sandy & Hunstman Wedding...

Tang to Sandy, who's about to get married: Today, two families are becoming one-

Macaque in an ominous voice: Two families enter, and one family leaves

Pigsy: That sounds so threatening

Mk & Mei: The Wedding Games...

Wukong: May the bouquet toss be ever in your favor...

Y/n: Beautiful

Huntsman: F#$% all of you-

[sincerely-astra]

☁️Stardew Valley: love language headcanons☁️

(P.S. This is just the bachelors and bachelorettes, but I decided to add Sandy for fun. ^^)

Harvey-

Giving: Acts of service

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Haley-

Giving: Words of affirmation

Receiving: Receiving gifts

Alex-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Abigal-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Quality time

Elliot-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Acts of service

Emily-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Quality time

Penny-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Acts of service

Maru-

Giving: Acts of service

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Sam-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Sebastian-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Physical touch

Shane-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Quality time

Leah-

Giving: Giving gifts

Receiving: Quality time

Sandy-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Receiving gifts

[sublieu]

How each different demon/god would react to you touching a sensitive spot on their back.

Immediately perks up when your fingers reach their tail/patella/lower backside

Azure, Wukong, Pigsy, Kui Mulang, Redson, Mk Yin, Syntax, Sandy, Tang, Ao Lie, Scorpion Queen

"Hey! We're in front of people...."

"I don't care :)"

"Can't this wait till we get home?"

"No."

Tries to ignore it but fails miserably

Dbk, Jin, Peng, Macaque, Nezha, Spider Queen, Huntsman, Mayor, Wukong

"Y/n..leave it alone"

"But why? :("

"You already know why"

":("

"I said no"

No response (is trying to hard not to fuck you in front of a massive crowd)

Mei, Yellowtusk, Pif, Lbd, Dbk, Pigsy, Ao Bing

"..."

"Aren't you gonna respond?"

"... Fuckin tease"

"Did you say something?"

"Your saving grace is because a crowd is watching us"

":)"

[celestialkiri]

I'm sure Tripitaka would feel so safe when he gets a photo of his bodyguards- I mean - his loyal gang. Nothing will definitely go wrong with these guys, Trip. You will be fine 🙃

[hannahbarberra162]

The Crocodile's Gambit, Part 2

I can't seem to write short fics :/ Crocodile's never been rejected, and he's not starting now.

on Ao3

Chapter one

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“No.”

Crocodile was stunned by your swift rejection. You didn’t even think twice about his offer or consider the pros and cons. It was in stark contrast to the way he knew your mind worked, weighing the odds of different outcomes, like you did in chess.

“What do you mean no?” he gritted out.

“Oh, right. No, thank you,” you replied, inclining your head. That was not what he had meant. Crocodile had been trying to teach you some social etiquette, including saying please and thank you. Now was not the time.

“Fine, name your price,” Crocodile said dismissively, crossing one leg over the other. Maybe you needed something else to sweeten the deal other than joining a better crew. If you wanted to negotiate, well, this was Crocodile’s expertise. Confusion registered on your face. 

“Price for what?” you asked.

“Price to leave the Clown and join me,” Crocodile said, as if it was obvious. Crocodile had money and power, he was sure he could acquire whatever it was you asked for. You knew him well, you knew you had him over a barrel. Now you wanted to milk him dry, and he wasn’t even upset about it. It was shrewd business practices.

“No, thank you,” you declined again, starting to rise from your chair once more.

“What do you mean, ‘no?” Crocodile wasn’t used to being told no, and certainly not multiple times in a row. He wasn’t planning on starting now. 

“You already said that. And I already said no, twice. There’s nothing that will get me to leave Captain Buggy. It won’t happen,” you shrugged. This was an unexpected wrinkle in Crocodile’s plans, especially now that the negotiations for an alliance were over. There was potential for an alliance with just Mihawk, but their time with the Clown had come to an end. Unfortunately for the Clown, this would be one of his last days before he went to the Grand Line in the sky.

“I see,” Crocodile said, steepling his fingers. He allowed you to stand up and start cleaning up the board and pieces. Crocodile was stewing, sand was piling up, and the air in the room was tense. You didn’t seem to care, continuing to clean. He needed to gather more information from the Clown. He needed his little maid, and he would have her.

~

He found the Clown in his quarters reading over the most recent newspaper. Crocodile slammed the door open, causing the Clown to look up uneasily. The Clown didn’t say anything, which was better than when he was animated or angry. Crocodile stalked over to the Clown and slammed his hook into the Clown’s desk, skewering the newspaper the Clown was reading in the process. 

“Why won’t the maid leave you?” Crocodile demanded. The Clown cocked an eyebrow but didn’t immediately cower. 

“Which one? There are a few housekeepers -” the Clown began. Crocodile was in no mood for games. The Clown knew who he was talking about, Crocodile had spoken to the Clown about relieving you from some of your evening duties already. He pulled his hook out of the table and put the ever-so-sharp tip under the chin of the Clown.

“You know which one. Why?” For whatever reason, the Clown knew his crew very well. Crocodile had seen him addressing each and every one of them by name, and seemed to know a lot of personal details about them all as well. He was also oddly protective over them, Crocodile noticed. Many of his more reasonable stipulations for the alliance centered around the benefits due to his crew or their living conditions. It wasn’t Crocodile’s style, but the Clown was good at rallying people about him. He made them feel like they belonged , which was laughable, but they enjoyed such feelings. Crocodile didn't value loyalty, unless someone was loyal to him.

Intimidating the Clown usually worked well and quite easily. Of course now the Clown found his courage, when it was most inconvenient. The Clown shrugged, the hook digging further into the soft skin of his jaw. A drop of blood dripped down the hook, Crocodile would have to polish that off later. Another irritant.

“Ask her yourself, not my place to say.” One small movement from Crocodile and all his problems with the Clown would be over. But then you’d probably be upset with him, and maybe refuse to play chess against him. Crocodile seethed, blew smoke from his cigar into the Clown’s face, and left. The Clown didn’t know how lucky he was that you were on his crew. He’d have to figure out his next move.

The next night, Crocodile waited for you as usual. The day had passed so slowly, he thought time was at a halt. Finally, it was time for your nightly chess games. Crocodile was seated in his comfortable armchair, leg crossed at the knee. He was already smoking, and his hook gleamed in the evening light. You showed up on time, seemingly in a good mood. Maybe your rejection didn’t mean much to you, but it had an affect on Crocodile. True to form, you ignored Crocodile’s snippy mood and set the board as the former Warlord stewed. After turning white to Crocodile, you waited. You sat back, patiently waiting for Crocodile to make the first move.

“Why won’t you leave?” Crocodile asked, his voice low and dangerous. You didn’t flinch.

“I don’t want to talk about this. If you’re going to be moody, we can play another time,” you said acerbically and stood up to leave.

“You’ll leave when I tell you to leave,” Crocodile said, sand starting to swirl again. He’d tried to contain his emotions, upset that he was getting angry already. You hadn’t apologized or even reconsidered, like he hoped you would. Crocodile had never handled rejection well and now was no exception. 

“I want you to join my crew willingly, but I’m open to other avenues as well,” Crocodile said, accentuating each word. The threat was clear. You cackled. Crocodile was a hardened man but your eerie laugh gave him pause.

“Do you think that’s enough for me to leave Captain Buggy?” you asked, almost mocking him. Crocodile immediately knew physical threats wouldn’t work on you, not for this. He'd intimidated many people over the years, and some people's characters made them immune to a physical suggestion. You untied the knot of your scarf at the back of your neck, letting it flutter to the floor. “Maybe you can finish the job, eh?” Crocodile looked at your now bare neck as you stretched your head upwards. There was a huge, painful looking scar crossing your entire neck. It had obviously been slashed at some point in the past, you were lucky you survived. The scar tissue was thick and puckered, like whoever had sewn you back together was lacking in experience or time. It mirrored his own smaller scar across his face.

“What does the Clown have that is so important to you?” Crocodile couldn’t understand what the Clown could offer to anyone, much less someone like yourself. 

“It isn’t what he has, it’s what he’s given me,” you spat out, your lip curling in disgust. “Someone like you couldn’t understand.” Crocodile didn’t move his hook, he didn’t want you to leave before the conversation concluded in his favor. You looked up at Crocodile with your large eyes, anger simmering in your vision. “Do you know why Captain Buggy’s crew is so loyal? Do you know where he finds us?”

“Enlighten me,” Crocodile drawled. He was actually curious about this facet of the Clown so allow you to talk down to him - once.

“Captain Buggy goes to slave auctions,” you began. Crocodile frowned, he had absolutely no tolerance for the slave trade. The Clown wouldn’t live to see the end of the day if what you said was true. 

“He buys slaves who are left over at the end of the auction at a deep discount. Do you know the first thing he does with us after he buys us?” Crocodile could only imagine what Buggy did - branding, torture, brainwashing…all were common techniques for new slaves. You stared deep into Crocodiles eyes.

“He frees us.” Crocodile moved his hook away from you and sat back down in his chair, crossing his legs once more. “He frees us and invites us to join his crew. We aren’t compelled, we all make the choice to join him. Those who don’t join begin their new lives as free people. Captain Buggy has actually helps people . That’s why everyone is so happy to see his Jolly Roger and his ship. They’re cheering for their hero.” 

“He gives us freedom and hope when the best we could hope for was a swift death, rather than being tortured or beaten to death, if not worse.” You were getting heated defending your Captain, raising your voice and almost yelling. “So no, I won’t leave Captain Buggy. I can’t be bought - not anymore. He has something no one else has ever had - my loyalty.” You finished, panting for breath. You belatedly realized you had yelled at Crocodile, but you didn’t seem to care. You picked your scarf off the floor and stomped out of the room. Crocodile ran his hand through his hair.

After the disastrous event the previous night, you declined all of Crocodile’s invitations to play chess for the following three days. Crocodile understood why, but that didn’t mean he was pleased about it.  He tried talking to you, but you were avoiding him, not even coming to clean his office. He sent you gifts, flowers and jewels, even a fine silk scarf. You declined them all, returning them to him unopened. Crocodile was at a loss as to what to do - he couldn’t buy you and he couldn’t threaten you. If you were anyone else, he would simply force you to join him, or blackmail you via your Captain. But it wouldn’t be the same, and he thought you would play poorly under such circumstances. No, he had to do something drastic. 

~~~

“And so, we are forming the Cross Guild!” Captain Buggy said with flourish to the cheers of his crew, gathered before him on the deck of the ship. Crocodile had reignited negotiations between himself and the Clown, and had corralled Mihawk as well. Crocodile had actually gained some modicum of respect for the Clown when you’d enlightened him to the Clown’s recruiting habits. The three of them would soon control the seas as Emperors, with Buggy as the figurehead. Now you’d all be in one large crew, with you reporting to Crocodile and Buggy equally. You couldn’t avoid him any longer, and you didn’t have to break your loyalty to the Clown. He’d solved the problem, outmaneuvering you for once.

Once the speech was over, Crocodile looked over to you in the crowd of idiots. He’d spotted you immediately, of course, and watched over you during the speech. You were frowning, the only one out of the whole crowd. You narrowed your eyes and found Crocodile’s own. Of course, the smartest member of the crew had figured it out, Crocodile thought. You clapped for your Captain but as the crew gave way to celebrations, you slipped away among the revelry of the crew.

You would sail together with Crocodile on a new ship created for the Guild. He could always change his mind at a later time, kill the Clown and take you with him. For now, the Clown would live to see more days at sea, thanks to you. Crocodile wasn’t going to lose the best chess opponent he’d ever had over a mere business venture.  Money could come from many different sources, but interesting chess matches only came from you. He followed you as inconspicuously as he could, going beneath the deck as the idiots started drinking. Mihawk followed Crocodile’s movements with his yellow eyes, an unspoken question in the air. Crocodile ignored the Swordsman, it wasn’t his business.

Crocodile caught up to you quickly, you were on the way to the crew quarters. Stopping in front of you, Crocodile blocked your way through the hallway. You glared at him, but didn’t try to go around. The two of you were taking up the majority of the small, dark hallway.

“Seems that I’m your Captain now,” Crocodile drawled. He didn’t want to gloat, you were always gracious when you won and he wanted to extend the same to you as well. You grunted a reply, but didn’t say anything. “Would you like to meet at our regular time?”

“For what?” you asked, still angry and pretending to be obtuse. 

“Our chess matches, of course.” You scoffed, crossing your arms. He knew you couldn’t refuse now that he was your superior.

“Price has gone up,” you said flatly, crossing your arms over your chest. Crocodile smiled. For all of your bluster, maybe you could be bought. He didn’t care that he’d entwined his name and reputation with the Clown’s - he would finally have what he wanted. 

“And?”

“You have to call him Captain Buggy,”  you stated.

“Absolutely not,” Crocodile balked. “The Clown doesn’t deserve it.”

You frowned. Crocodile wasn’t budging and neither were you. Neither of you spoke, waiting for the other to break the tension.

“Call him Buggy then, if you three are equally the Captains. And Captain Buggy in front of the crew,” you bartered. Crocodile bit into his cigar.

“Three matches a night, I’ll call the Clo- him Buggy in front of the crew,” Crocodile countered.

“Three matches, time variable, call him Captain,” you retorted.

“Three matches a night, I’ll call him Buggy.” Crocodile felt the vein in his forehead about to explode. He couldn’t imagine having to show the Clown any consistent respect. But you had something he wanted and he wasn’t going to lose it over some stupid title for the stupid Clown.

You gave a small satisfied smile, grabbing his hook with your sweaty hand. Crocodile almost stabbed you reflexively, but held back at the last moment. You moved his hook up and down. “It’s a deal. See you tonight.” You sidestepped Crocodile easily and moved along to your quarters. Even though he’d gotten what he set out for, he somehow felt you still had him in checkmate.

~

The next few months were busy but unexpectedly pleasant for Crocodile. He spent his time working, cementing the hold the Cross Guild had over their territory, and running all the finances of the organization. Of course, he still took time to intimidate, maim and kill those who needed it, he had a reputation to maintain after all. But his real joy was coming from playing chess day after day against you. Crocodile had gotten better, even winning against you a few times. Your genuine praise when he did so made Crocodile feel like he’d won the title of King of the Pirates, not just won a chess game against a housekeeper. Crocodile counted down the hours until evening, when you would come and join him in his study. He continued to give you books to read and lessons in how to express yourself, trying to make you into the best version of yourself. After all, you were now a crew member for the Cross Guild, not just the Clo- Buggy.

One balmy night as the ship sailed through the waters of the Grand Line, Crocodile was on his way to his office a few minutes later than usual. He had thought of some new gambits he wanted to try, not that he thought they would work. But he came up short outside the door to his office, hearing talking from within. One was yours, he didn’t hear another voice but knew there were two people inside. Instead of breaking down the door with the sand that was already appearing like he wanted to, Crocodile decided to listen in.

“Check,” you said in a bored tone. Crocodile could almost picture your body language, chin resting on your palm as you lounged in the cushy chair Crocodile had bought for you. Crocodile heard the sounds of pieces being moved.

“Check,” you said again. More pieces were moved.

“Checkmate. Are we done here?” Crocodile wondered how quickly you’d defeated your opponent. He hoped you’d done it embarrassingly fast. Crocodile opened the door to see Mihawk examining the board curiously while you were curled up in your chair like a little cat, chin indeed resting on your palm. Crocodile didn’t like seeing Mihawk near you, especially while the two of you were alone. 

“To what do we owe the pleasure, Mihawk?” Crocodile asked, voice low. He had taken out a handkerchief and was polishing his hook. 

“I wanted to meet the chess master who captured your attention,” Mihawk answered dryly. For all his detached attitude, Crocodile knew Mihawk liked to stir up trouble occasionally. You glanced between the two men, but didn’t seem to care about the strained conversation. “She defeated me in under three minutes, quite impressive.” Crocodile drew sharply on his cigar. He wanted Mihawk gone, but he didn’t want to draw even more attention to you. He walked to stand behind your chair, leaning heavily on the back. You looked up at him, unamused.

“She will be leaving now. Let me know whenever all of this,” you gestured between Crocodile and Mihawk, “is done.” You uncurled your legs and stood up. Crocodile put his hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place. You rolled your eyes but didn’t try to leave again. Crocodile’s hand on your shoulder gripped you lightly as Mihawk stood up.

“No need, I am on my way. Enjoy your evening,” Mihawk said easily, leaving the two of you alone. Crocodile regretted his course of action. He’d shown Mihawk exactly what he’d been looking for - played into the Swordsman’s hand with ease. Maybe Mihawk was a better chess player than Crocodile gave him credit for.

“What was that all about? And stop getting sand everywhere, it’s such a bitch to clean up,” you told Crocodile, ire seemingly gone. That was a facet of your personality that Crocodile appreciated, that your anger came and went easily. His did not.

“You tell me,” Crocodile replied, releasing your shoulder. It had felt so small and delicate in his hand, like he could crush it without a second thought.

You shrugged. “Mihawk was here when I came in. He asked to play a round of chess. I said no, that I don’t play for free -”

“Good girl,” Crocodile interrupted. You rolled your eyes again.

“So he offered me a lesson in swordsmanship if I won. Which I did, of course.” Crocodile narrowed his eyes. He didn’t want you spending any more time with Mihawk, lessons or not.

“I didn’t know you had an interest in learning to wield a sword," Crocodile said, trying not to gnash his teeth.

“He offered money first, but I have enough of yours for now," you said, a smug look on your face. "Seemed like a good idea now that we’re an Emperor’s crew. I’m not a great fighter, that’s never been my strongest skill,” you explained, resetting the chess board. 

“You could have asked me if you wanted to learn,” Crocodile suggested tersely, trying to hide his anger. You looked up in mild surprise. 

“You’re jealous? Over that?” you asked incredulously. How could you read him so well?

“I am not jealous. I am just saying that it would be more appropriate for me to teach you as we already spend time together daily.” Crocodile was feeling jealous, the unfamiliar sensation burning a hole in his gut.  You hummed, turning the board to Crocodile. He opened with a pawn.

“Does the Emperor regularly teach low ranking crew members to fight?” you asked, moving your knight.

“Only ones who are worth the effort,” Crocodile said, moving his queen forward. 

[novelcain]

Heyo, I have a bit of a prompt for ya. So I’ve seen the “Demon that wants to abduct and forcibly marry Reader,” post(s) and raise a “The local regent/king finds Reader attractive (in a way that he views her almost like a novelty than as a whole person) and offers her a position as a concubine/ ‘palace lady.’” This is a different kind of scenario because straight up murdering the king of the area is not exactly the option that’d let the journey continue smoothly and refusal could also be construed as an offense to the king, but Reader does not want to and needs to continue with them on the journey. All of the other disciples know this, and maybe can tell she’s uncomfortable (even if it’s before Wukong has really fallen for Reader, she is still someone he would consider to be his friend at the very least). How are they going to get out of this one? (Slightly inspired by the time Tripitaka was propositioned in the Kingdom of Women by the Empress.)

Ps: sorry if this is dumb, regardless, I hope you have a good day - 🌺 anon

King: So what do you say, girl? Will you become my concubine? I see no possible reason for you to say no! I can give you all you could ever ask for in exchange for serving my every whim! That seems like a wonderful deal for a woman like you that clearly comes from nothing.

Reader:

Wukong:

Sandy:

Pigsy:

Ao Lie:

Reader: Wha-What?

Tripitaka: N-Now wait just a minute, your Majesty. You c-can't simply expect her to drop everything and stay here-

King: Well of course I can! I am the king of these lands! In fact! I insist upon it! Woman, you shall stay here and serve your new king immediately as soon as you are cleaned.

Reader: *feeling a panic attack approaching as the room starts to spin*

Wukong: *holding back the urge to commit violent murder*

Sandy: *rethinking this whole "pacifism" thing*

Pigsy: *looking disgusted at the king*

Ao Lie: *wondering if anyone would notice if he turned back into a dragon and ate the king*

Tripitaka: *trying so hard to think of a peaceful solution while also trying not to cry over how much the king is objectifying Reader* Y-You can't just h-have her! She's a necessary part of our pilgrimage!

King: By the Heavens! She's just one woman how valuable could she be!? After all, she is just your maidservant is she not!?

Tripitaka: *remembering that is the disguise they came up with for her* Yes, b-but! Why must you have her, great King!?

King: Because I have never seen a woman like her before! She is a beautiful foreign flower that I simply must have for myself! Here! I shall be merciful and send you off with another servant!

King: *gestures to his guards to find a servant*

Wukong: *reaches toward his ear for his staff*

Sandy: *reaches for his spade*

Pigsy: *reaches for his rake*

Ao Lie: *gets ready to turn into a dragon*

Tripitaka: *frozen in shock*

Reader: *sees the carnage about to begin*

Reader: I HAVE A DISEASE!

Everyone: *stops and turns to face her* HUH?!

Reader: I... have a disease.

King: *narrows eyes in suspension* And what is the name of this disease?

Reader: *sweats nervously as all knowledge of every disease she knows of decides to take a vacation from her brain at the one moment she needs it most*

Reader: In... junct... co... itis.... Injunctcoitis.

Everyone:

King: I have never heard of this Injunctcoitis. *turns to the court physician*

Court physician: Neither have I, your Majesty.

Reader: It's a northern disease! From the north! Where I'm from!

King: *looks at court physician*

Court physician: It is possible, your Majesty. *approaches Reader starts inspecting her* And what are the symptoms?

Reader: Oh, w-women don't have any symptoms. *takes a deep breath and composes herself* But for men it makes their dick fall off.

Everyone: IT WHAT!?!?!?!

Reader: Yep! After two months, yo dick just gonna... fall off. And it's a sexually transmitted disease.

King: I can't take any risk of that being true! Get them out of here before this disease spreads to the kingdom!

The Pilgrim Gang: *gets escorted out of the kingdom*

Everyone:

Reader: *sniffles*

The boys: *hugs Reader*

P.S. this so wasn't dumb I had fun writing this 🤭

[quixotical-lymbo]

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