#Spandam x reader

[kana-daydreams]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞

[ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ]

cw: violence, mild swearing wc: 2.2k

You stand amidst your marine comrades who bustle around you in a Navy battleship which you boarded after your escort ship was stolen, forcing your group to escape in a smaller boat; Cutty Flam and Robin, the culprits of the crime. 

Apparently, the machine man hadn’t drowned like you thought after the explosion and was able to save Nico Robin from being riddled with bullets after you were forced to leave the scene.

Other battleships flank either side of your own, their cannons firing at what was once a prideful Judicial island, now an island reduced to be one of mass debris engulfed in a sea of flames.

To your right is Spandam, in other words, rotten scum, whose face is heavily swollen from what you’ve heard from one of your comrades was Nico Robin’s doing. 

You glance over at him when you hear him arguing with a navy nurse who attends to his injuries, and you smirk watching as he winces in pain every time she touches a cotton pad to his bruised face. 

Another cannon fires garnering your attention, and your eyes follow it as it charges across at yet another one of Enies Lobby's infrastructure.

Suddenly, the PA system sputters on and a voice announces for all ships to surround the Bridge of Hesitation and your former escort ship as more pirates have been spotted at both locations.

The ship you're on moves in the former route where you see three individuals, their faces sporting determined expressions and weapons prepped and ready for battle.

You recognise them: Zoro and Cutty Flam, and the other, the sniper from the tower of law who ambushed your group with explosive missiles earlier back on the bridge.

Before your comrades can indulge their thirst for a fight, the PA system makes another announcement, this time shouting directives for only the marines ranked higher than Lieutenant commander to engage the pirates, which meant you had to stay put, on board—with Spandam.

How unfortunate.

"Get them!" One of the captains command and dozens of marines shower down like ants from their nest when provoked, from their respective ships to surround the three, but most of them before their feet can take refuge on the bridge, are blown away by an explosion.

You observe the pirates and your fellow marines as they fight, a symphony of cannon fires, gunshots and clashes of swords consuming the atmosphere.

You lean against the railing of the ship, propping a hand under your chin, your expression bored as you continue to watch the chaotic scene that unfolds below you, the marines clearly the losing party.

However, when your eyes happen to randomly land on a green hair individual with a sword in each hand and another which he strangely wields in his mouth, you can’t help but trail his every move in awe.

The former pirate hunter, Roronoa Zoro.

You watch as he easily and with precision, defeats his opponents two at a time, three and sometimes too many for you to count.

"Is there no one with backbone?!" You hear him challenge after he sends one of your squadrons flying away like leaves in the wind with a wave of his swords. 

A male marine three times his size steps forward, brandishing a giant broadaxe and an impressed grin stretches across the swordsman's lips.

The marine attacks him with powerful and consistent strikes and even with what seems like his ace in the hole, but like the rest of his squadron, he is sent plummeting into the ocean in a matter of seconds.

Your heart aches, and the hand which reaches to rest on the hilt of your sword, itches.

A strong yearning begins to overwhelm your senses. One which you eagerly desire to satiate.

Unfortunately for you, you’re not permitted to leave the ship. 

You heave a resigned sigh. "The curse of being demoted." You mumble, reluctantly remaining but a simple spectator to Zoro wrestling the other marines with his swords.

During his fight, you perk up when you notice his figure become motionless, his features mirroring one of pain from one of his hands being imprisoned in a marine’s tight grasp.

Closer inspection allows you to see his hand changing from its tan colour into a rust brown, gradually travelling up his arm and spreading across the rest of his body.

He’s turning him into rust! You gape at the realisation and your eyes glance quickly to your left and right. 

Safe.

Gripping your fingers tightly around the ship's railing, you hoist yourself over, jumping down into the chaotic mess below.

When you land, your feet immediately race towards the direction of the captive swordsman.

There was no way you were going to let him—the man you eagerly yearn for—die. 

Not before you got your chance of crossing blades with him.

Zoro groans from the pain of his body being gradually consumed by decay, his dark eyes darting down with a deathly stare at the musty, rusty piece of shit responsible for his state and who destroyed one of his beloved katanas. 

He swears to avenge his lost Yubashiri…as soon as he’s able to break free from the marine’s tight grip around his arm, or rather his rust.

For the umpteenth time, he tries tugging himself free, but his attempts are futile as the rust has already claimed half his body, rendering him unable to move. 

The marine bursts out in hysterical laughter as he watches his prey wither away slowly, but his grip on Zoro is ripped off when he is sent colliding into a trench mortar beside them, immediately falling unconscious.

Zoro massages a hand over his stiff neck, feeling the rust inside his body recede; the tan colour of his skin returning.

He presumes that Usopp or Franky were the ones to come to his rescue since they were fighting alongside him, but instead he finds in front of him, standing a few feet away, a young woman.

His eyes scan over her marine attire. Was she the one who saved me? Zoro quirks a brow, puzzled at why a marine would injure one of their own to save a pirate.

His eyes suddenly become wide as his senses are overshadowed by an eerie feeling radiating off her. One he was definitely not a stranger to. 

"Ah, I see." He grins and reaches for his swords, the woman’s eyes flickering down to his hands at the movement. 

She reaches for her own sword beside her, brandishing it in his direction and neither bother exchanging pleasantries as they charge at each other with alarming speed.

When your sword clashes against Roronoa Zoro’s, an exhilarating rush consumes your entire being—a sort of high you haven’t felt in years.

His fearsome reputation as a swordsman was common gossip among you marines, one you could now attest to after witnessing for the first time, his skills in action when he defeated several squadrons of high ranks.

You’re grateful to the gods that you finally get the opportunity to fight the former pirate hunter. And no you didn’t have a personal vendetta against him nor were you as interested as your associates in capturing him; you weren’t even interested in finding out who was the strongest between the both of you. 

Your intention was simple, and that was to quench your need for excitement.

You dodge to the left, barely managing to escape one of his swords as it aims for your mid-section, and return the favour with a swift swing of your own.

Zoro raises a sword, blocking your attack. ‘Finally, someone worth fighting!’ His voice brims with excitement, a hungry glint in his eyes and a devilish grin etched into his expression as you both exchange a flurry of hits, the force of your attacks causing clouds of dust to billow beneath your feet.

Boisterous laughter bordering hysterical rips out your throat. "Glad, the feeling’s mutual, pirate."

As you continue to fight, you notice the swordsman's attacks become gradually weaker and to your surprise, it is you who draws the first blood when your sword manages to trace over the exposed skin of his stomach. 

You weren't sure what to make of it. Was it the side effects of the rust or…was he going easy on you because you were a woman?

You frown. 

A chivalrous pirate? Strange. 

You watch as droplets of red trickle down from his cut onto the ground. "Is it the rust, pirate? Or you're easy on me because I don’t have balls between my legs?"

The muscles in Zoro’s face twitch slightly at your words. "Man or woman—my swords know no gender when it yearns for blood."

He lunges at you with his swords raised and you hiss slightly when one of them comes into contact with the right sleeve of your shirt, staining it crimson red.

You soon find yourself exerting more effort to deflect and evade his attacks, but nevertheless, your eyes gleam and your lips subconsciously upturn into a cheshire grin giving you a slightly deranged look.

"That's more like it!"

Zoro is taken aback when you start matching the force of his strikes and soon finds his feet buckling under the weight of your sword; the pressure forcing him down onto his knees and breaking into the stone beneath him.

She's strong! Zoro groans, both your swords humming a metallic harmony as their blades grind against each other.

To his far left, Zoro notices Usopp preparing to attack you with one of his gadgets, but warns him not to intervene with a gesture of his head.

In a blink of a second, you stumble back when he pushes you off him.

He doesn't give you time to recuperate and you're unable to brace yourself for his aggressive strings of attacks.

You fall.

Your sword is knocked out of your grasp and Zoro's blade is aimed at your neck.

"I guess you really are the best swordsman."

"Not yet, but I will be." He smirks.

Robin’s voice suddenly comes from behind you, grabbing both your attention.

"Stop Zoro, don’t hurt her!"

"I wasn’t gon–" Zoro is cut short, falling over with a grunt when you swiftly sweep a leg across at his feet.

"Hey, pirate!" You tower over his form on the ground. ‘Let’s do this again, if you’re still alive.’  

You don't give Zoro time to respond and his eyes follow your figure as it retreats in the direction of one of the marine ships.

Having returned back onto the ship without anyone noticing your absence, you watch in anticipation at the cannons preparing to fire at the straw hats particularly at the dilapidated building where their captain lies paralysed after defeating CP9’s number one sociopath, Rob Lucci.

"Three seconds!" You hear the Vice-Admiral of your ship roar.  

You sigh. There’s no way he’ll escape this one. 

The Vice-Admiral bellows out the remaining seconds and all cannons aim their fire in Luffy’s direction, though it only targets stone when he’s unexpectedly tossed into sea, and his crew follow suit, leaping off the bridge with who you assume are their hostages and Cutty Flam in tow. 

"They jumped?!" You stare wide-eyed as the group dives into the ocean, the thought of the pirates having suicidal tendencies never once having crossed your mind.

"There’s no way they’re gonna survive that." Someone gasps beside you. "They’ll be swept into the current of the whirlpool!"

However another surprise awaits you when you see them pull themselves onto the deck of a smaller ship whose presence you hadn’t noticed before.

"Huh? Where’d that ship come from?" You mumble.

Spandam’s voice, laced with anger and annoyance, suddenly rings across the ship. "All ships prepare to fire your cannons!" 

No one moves at his command, hesitating since their initial order is to capture Nico Robin alive. They only comply when Spandam mentions Admiral Akoji’s name, and unlike the rest of the marines, you know he uses the Admiral's authority as a pretext for his revenge.

You watch them as they buzz around, Spandam continuing to bark out commands, thankful that he’s seemingly forgotten your existence in his pursuit to kill the straw hats.

You however weren’t so keen on letting them die just yet—for personal interests.

You walk further out to the deck where you notice the straw hats themselves occupied, bustling about their ship preparing to set sail to escape being blown into smithereens.

I’ll help you one more time. You make a wide gesture with both arms which goes unnoticed by your crew too concentrated on the pirates, and when all ships fire at them they aim at each other instead. 

It also didn’t help the marines' situation when the gates of justice had unexpectedly begun closing, creating multiple whirlpools below the ships; the strong pull of their currents causing the ships to collide into each other.

Shortly after, you keep a tight grip onto the railing of your ship as it struggles to stay afloat, explosive projectiles zipping in every direction and Spandam's painful cries engulfing the entire atmosphere.

The final thing you notice before your sight is clouded by thick, dark smoke is the straw hats’ ship propelling into a sky of endless grey; your lips quirking into a satisfied smile.

Till we meet again, straw hats.

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

Part I - Part II

© 2023 kana-daydreams

[miscelliteeous]

Part 2 of the Spandam Headcanons, (Part one is HERE) these are all NOT WORKSAFE so that's a heads up!

-Not Worksafe Headcanons-

Spandam is a very selfish lover, if you get off that’s bonus points for him but if you don’t then too bad, figure it out yourself.

Give him puppy dog eyes though and he’ll at least use his hands to bring you to climax if he didn’t during sex.

Incredibly average cock, though there is a dark birthmark on the very tip that he would appreciate you not bring up. Very average stamina too, and needs to take a break between rounds.

He finds out about BDSM and thinks it’ll be great, he’ll have you at his mercy and calling him master or daddy. He orders an absolutely ridiculous amount of equipment and sets it all up, thinking he’s gonna get to dominate you.

Turns out he’s actually a major switch. Likes you to tie him down, pin him against the wall, smack him around, overstimulate him, there’s a lot that he discovers, much to his horrified (but turned on) shock.

His major hard-no is receiving anal, he would prefer you stay away from there. Not that he wouldn’t like it, he almost certainly would, but he doesn’t want to know.

Not that he doesn’t have a dominant side! Spandam always enjoys feeling dominant.

Definitely has a sadistic streak too and would enjoy using a whip on you or holding you down and spanking you.

Shockingly respectful of your safe word/traffic light system usage, but only because you’re respectful of his.

So much leather, he’s accepted his mask into his aesthetic and that carries over into the bedroom. Straps you down, spanks you with a belt, he might even make a collar from it.

Usually cums inside but also really likes aiming for the face. Anything that makes him feel like he’s marking you.

He thinks the idea of getting sucked off under his desk during a meeting is hot until you actually do a test run (with no one else around) and he finds out he cannot be calm and chill about it.

Very vocal, not just verbally but he makes a lot of sounds that run the whole gamut from gasps to moans and everything in between. He just can’t keep quiet. Gag him and he’s still moaning and trying to talk through it.

He absolutely whimpers when he cums.

Slowly gets better at considering your wants and needs over the course of the relationship.

His desire for giving you aftercare and cuddling after sex skyrockets after the Enies Lobby Incident. He appreciates you a lot more after he almost dies.

[sh4nksslvt]

!!Hello, good afternoon. Excuse me, I loved the story of the reader who has the ability to read stones. I don't remember his name. But can you make one where he escapes from CP9? The harem would be Lucci Kaku.Kalifa and Jabra But there the reader escapes but before he leaves them a gift I leave it to your imagination Please I would love to see one

glad u loved it! its not much but i hope u like this!!

Secrets in Stone

When CP9 stumbles across a mysterious stranger who can read poneglyphs, their mission turns from capture to chaotic obsession.

CP9 x gn! reader Tags: fluff, flirty, chaos a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff cringe and oc word count: 828

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

The day was supposed to be simple.

You perched atop a crumbled temple ruin, legs dangling over the mossy stone, casually brushing dust off an ancient poneglyph slab. The symbols glowed faintly under your touch, and you tilted your head thoughtfully before speaking aloud in a clear, ancient tongue.

A bird cawed somewhere above, startled into flight — but otherwise, the jungle remained eerily quiet.

Unbeknownst to you (well, actually, you had sensed them miles away — you weren’t clueless), five very unwanted visitors were lurking nearby.

“This is it,” Spandam whispered, waving his arms like an overexcited tour guide. “The ruin where the said energy signature came from! Move it, CP9!”

"Tch, keep your voice down, idiot," Lucci muttered, hands stuffed lazily into his pockets, but his eyes sharpened in the direction of your voice.

"Huh? You hear that?" Jabra’s ears twitched as he sniffed the air dramatically. "Someone’s already here!"

"Impossible," Kalifa adjusted her glasses, heels clicking softly as she moved through the brush. "No civilian could've bypassed the government’s perimeter."

"Unless they’re better than you," Kaku quipped with a cheeky grin.

Kalifa glared. "You wanna test that theory, Giraffe-boy?"

They emerged from the dense foliage like a pack of chaotic hyenas, just in time to see you — calm, glowing faintly under the light of the poneglyph — speaking it aloud.

Dead silence.

You finished the last line, tapping the stone gently as if saying goodbye to an old friend. "Huh. That was easier than last time." Then you turned casually, meeting four wide-eyed CP9 agents and one screeching Spandam.

"Wh-WHAT?! Another one who can READ THEM?!" Spandam screeched, practically foaming at the mouth. He turned to his agents. "Capture them immediately!! They're government property now!!!"

You dusted off your hands, unfazed. "…Tch. Was hoping to avoid this." You rolled your neck until it cracked and lazily picked up your weapon of choice — a strange-looking whip, glowing faintly with ancient runes.

.

.

Lucci blurred forward with Soru, fingers twitching with deadly Shigan precision. But you sidestepped smoothly, your own body flickering with a power that looked suspiciously like Soru — but faster, a custom technique you called "Phantom Step."

He grunted in surprise, landing where you were, not where you are.

Kaku came next, flipping into the air with Rankyaku, sending a blade of compressed air slicing toward you.

You spun your whip, the ancient runes shimmering. With a casual flick, the whip shattered the air blade with a crack that shook the ruins.

Kalifa tried to close in with her Awa Awa no Mi powers, bubbles already forming between her fingers, smirking.

"Don’t worry, I’ll make you nice and clean," she purred, blowing a kiss laced with shimmering soap bubbles.

You blew her a kiss back — and in the same motion, snapped your whip to dissolve her bubbles mid-air.

"Sorry, sweetheart," you teased coolly. "I don't do bubble baths on first dates."

Kalifa stammered, cheeks flushing pink.

And then, Jabra — sweet chaotic Jabra — lunged at you in hybrid wolf form, snarling, fangs bared.

"You won't be so cocky once I chew your—"

You ducked under him mid-sentence, used Phantom Step to appear behind him, and flicked his ear with two fingers. "Down, boy."

Jabra yelped, skidding face-first into a wall.

"WHAT ARE YOU FOUR DOING?! CAPTURE THEM!!" Spandam shrieked again.

The CP9 agents stood there, battle-ready… but weirdly hesitant.

Because now that they’d actually seen you — how you moved, how effortlessly you dismantled their attacks, the cool confidence radiating off you — …it was way less about capturing you and way more about "holy shit, they're hot."

"They're… impressive," Lucci muttered under his breath, narrowed eyes lingering on the curve of your mouth when you smirked.

"No kidding," Kaku agreed, grinning wide.

"I wanna wrestle them," Jabra said immediately.

"Pervert," Kalifa and Kaku said in perfect unison.

You stretched lazily, letting your whip dangle at your side. "Look," you said, voice dripping with casual arrogance, "I don’t have time for government clowns. I got bigger stones to read, if you know what I mean."

Jabra visibly wagged his tail.

You decided it was time to leave.

But not without a little gift.

Later that night, when CP9 regrouped at their makeshift camp — bruised, flustered, and thoroughly bewildered — they found something waiting for them in the center of their campfire:

A small, folded piece of parchment.

On it: a crude little doodle of all four CP9 members getting their asses handed to them by a stick-figure version of you, labeled “ME :)”. And underneath, in neat cursive: "Catch me if you can. - (Y/N)"

Spandam combusted from rage. The others?

Lucci stared at the note for a long time, a smirk twitching at the edge of his lips. Kaku burst out laughing, clutching his sides. Kalifa looked like she wanted to be mad, but was mostly trying to hide her blush. Jabra immediately declared he was “in love.”

[aceandurmom]

Obsession Wears a Crown (Six)

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: unhealthy relationships, slavery, SA, canon-typical violence, yandere tendencies, obsessive thoughts

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The day you had left with Kuma Doflamingo was in a slump. The minutes after your farewell had him already needing you back by his side. He stared longingly after Kuma’s vessel as you departed into the sea. He didn’t know how long it would be until you met again and in what condition you might be in. The two of you hadn’t been separated since you joined his side, never leaving for more than a few hours due to his responsibilities in the public eye. The moment he had you in his grasp he was determined to never let go. He had thought you would have fought harder to escape him, but you settled in easily and without trouble. You leaned into his touch the second you had felt his palm, no regret even as he swept you from the Celestial Dragon’s residence and into his own twisted captivity. He would think about it later this evening, the nights he had you chained and collared in a cage on the other side of the room. The constant awe you expressed without speaking and your gratitude never ending. You thanked him constantly, always referring to him with an honorific. (Even if your eyes were distrusting and cold.) He couldn’t remember what exactly he had said to you to make you brighten, to make you stand straighter and with a purpose. Worthy to be by his side. The night had been like any other until he had opened the door to your cage. You had refused to move until he nodded, sitting down against the bed frame on the floor to look at you better. You moved silently, crawling out of the metal enclosure and coming to plant yourself across from him. You had ceased your approach a few feet from him, not getting too close in case he didn’t want you to. Neither of you can remember who moved first, a desperate frenzy for each other. A clash of unbridled lust and a desire so strong there was no end to one's body and the start of another.

In the end, he didn’t put you back in that damned crate. He kept you close and refused to let go. Not that you minded, you had done your best to convince him to let you out. Even if the reverence he showed you had changed your mind on leaving him. There was nothing you wanted more than to be his deity and to be worshipped by him. In turn, you gave him the same, treating him like god and giving him whatever he desired.

Doflamingo was missing you like crazy, an ache in his chest the longer you were gone. He had gotten cruel in your absence, treating the citizens who came to him in peril ruthlessly. He had no shame about it either, not bothering to hide his change in attitude.

The Family noticed immediately, the man from before your arrival returning with a vengeance. Dellinger grew anxious around the man, but he had never raised a hand or shouted at him like in the past. It was a change he wasn’t expecting. 

It was a few weeks since you had left that Dellinger had opened his mouth at the table. He had said something offhandedly, but it made the rest of the table freeze. Trebol had laughed to himself as quietly as he could. Dellinger had nervously flicked his eyes to the man at the head of the table, only to see him twirling his fork and glaring at Trebol. 

“What’s so funny?”

He had stopped as soon as the first syllable came from his lips, stiffening. Doflamingo looked to Dellinger and he thought he might die. Even more so when the blonde stood and made his way to him. He paused.

And playfully flicked his forehead before leaving the dining room. 

“Play nice, boy, your other parent will be hearing about this tonight.”

Dellinger almost wished the King had killed him instead. 

The voyage to Water 7 felt short, the journey full of laughter and chaos. There was just something about Luffy that drew people to him, more so than you had ever seen. The only thing that could come close were the stories about Gol D. Roger, you only hoped Luffy didn’t meet the same fate. A few more calls with Doffy and you were emboldened by his praise of your success thus far. Promiscuous promises uttered so softly into the receiver that you had to hang up once it got too much. He never minded your sudden fluster, achingly missing it if anything else. He wanted you back as soon as possible, and you continued to reassure him. 

Even so, Water 7 was growing closer by the second and Luffy was basically salivating at the sight. You hadn’t thought it had been that long since land, but perhaps you were wrong. Even Robin was starting to fidget in her chair, tapping her fingers against the dewy glass. Shrugging it off, you helped Nami and Zoro dock the damaged Merry, tying knots in rigging and folding sails. The harbor was in full swing and busy even as pirates came into their borders. Not one person spared them a glance, but a look at the other ships here was telling enough. This was the greatest ship building island in the GrandLine, famous for constructing the Oro Jackson itself. There was no excuse for pirates not to dock here, eager to meet the shipwrights and wanting to recruit their own in the process.  

Usopp grabbed a case of cash and Luffy ran off in a different direction, Sanji headed to the markets and then wanted to come back to the Merry as soon as possible. There was something in his gut that was telling him to remain, and you didn’t have the heart to ask such a delicate question of why he felt like that. Robin remained in the Crow’s Nest, reading a book while simultaneously looking out for potential suspicious arrivals. She wanted to protect the ship until it was her turn to meet land once again, even if her feet ached to be on solid land.

Zoro looked at you and you shrugged. It seemed the both of you were going to head out together. Landing on the wood below, you held out a hand to the swordsman. You knew he didn’t need it, but you felt it polite for the younger man. You were older than him and you felt the same pull to him as you did for Luffy, wanting to keep him safe after getting to know him the best on the crew. He was the one you ‘opened’ up to the most, spending many nights sipping alcohol and discussing everything under the stars. You learned the more private things about him, the secret behind Wado Ichimonji and the girl she was once wielded by. You told him about the times under the Celestial Dragon that you pretended was Doflamingo. There was a sense of understanding since then, never straying far from the other. You even told him of the times you had met Dracule Mihawk, giving him tidbits of information that made no difference. Just the little things you noticed about him and Yoru. Still, he listened without speaking, eyes locked onto your face the entire time without his attention being diverted. It had been a long time since someone other than Doffy had paid that much attention to you, allowing you to care more about the boy the longer you stayed near him. 

He scoffed at your attempt to help him, the upturn of the corner of his lips telling you he meant no harm. You rolled your eyes, following him as the two of you wandered. You stood by him, side by side and spoke. 

“So this is Water 7, I’ve never been here before. A lot more lively than I expected.”

“Really? I would have thought you'd come here before. I've heard it's popular.”

You shook your head, standing closer to him as someone bumped into you. A quiet apology before they walked off. Zoro watched and held out his arm, not once looking at you directly. You took his arm, walking with him further into the market. 

“No, the Young Master never lets me travel with him. Said it was too dangerous.”

He hummed before correcting you. 

“Let you. You’re not with him anymore, remember.”

“Ah, right, sorry. He never let me go anywhere with him. He took others with him instead. Disposable ones, he said.”

"What a dick.”

You laughed.

“I know. You’re preaching to the choir, pendejo.”

“Uh-huh. Hey, you said you were gonna teach me some of those words you say. When ya gonna do that?”

He raised a brow, tilting his head and letting his earrings hit each other. The twinkling was pleasant, allowing you to close your eyes for a moment. Opening your eyes, you side-eyed him. 

“But then I wouldn’t be able to get away with calling you such things.”

“Something tells me some of those nicknames of yours aren’t all sweet like Usopp thinks.”

“How rude…”

You mumbled.

“The majority are kind.”

He threw his head back and laughed. 

You went about the streets like that, shooting comebacks back and forth until the sun started to burn your skin. It was Zoro that spotted a bar, dragging you that way in a hurry. You didn’t get a chance to see the name, but the second Zoro entered the establishment your stomach filled with dread. 

Eyes wide, you caught sight of one of the men under the Celestial Dragon you had once killed- Blueno.

He had barely changed since then, still standing tall and glaring down at everyone at his impressive height. You paled without knowing, eyes fluttering about the entire vicinity and unintentionally holding back Zoro. He stopped and looked back at you, confused and a retort on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he took in the genuine distress you were in and came to hover in front of you. 

“H-Hey! What’s wrong all of a sudden, huh?”

You paused in your fright, sucking in a breath and meeting Blueno’s gaze head on. His eyes focused, a knowing light flashing before promptly dulling. 

He recognized you. 

You smiled at Zoro.

“Nothing, sorry, thought I saw a dead man for a second. Silly me!”

You laughed, tense. Zoro eyed you, your face still shockingly pale. Even so you approached the bar and he made no move to leave, coming to follow you closer than before. You settled into the bar stool, not relaxing even as your friend sat beside you, scooting his stool closer to your own. Blueno approached, no rush in his step. 

“What can I get you two to drink?”

“Whiskey, please.”

“Sake is fine.”

He was back faster than any bartender you had met. His steps purposeful and movements without blunder. He was steady in his actions but his eyes always came back to rest on you. Telling despite his training as an assassin. You laughed to yourself. Your drinks kept coming as you and Zoro talked, but you weren’t really paying much attention. Humming and nodding your responses more than speaking back. He noticed, of course he did, but he didn’t say a word. Instead he noted the signs you were displaying indicating your unease. Not once did your eyes leave the bartender, you didn’t take a drink from your cup, and your foot tapped relentlessly on the floor. From the amount of time he had known you not once were you not attentive to your surroundings, but here you were honing in on one man in the entire building. It was unlike you. 

Seeing you did not drink, he did not sip at his glass. Instead after an hour of loitering, he offered his arm. 

“Ready?”

You hummed, lifting your glass and pouring it onto the bar. You watched as the rank smelling alcohol flowed over the counter. You had noticed it as soon as the drink was placed in front of you, a test of sorts. It was obviously tampered with, the nauseous scent underlying the whiskey. Smiling, you nodded at Blueno before standing. 

“Espadachin, I wish to stay here a little longer. Go on back to the ship, I’m sure the others have returned by now.”

He stood, eyeing you from the corner of his eye. Hesitating. You pushed something into his hands, his fingers instinctively curling around it without a glance.

You shook your head, tilting towards the door. 

You mouthed at him. ‘Go.’ 

He left. You blinked and honed in on his Haki, his body remaining nearby but not going anywhere near the Merry. 

You watched as Blueno shut down the bar, ushering out the surrounding guests and finally turning the sign.

He took your arm, guiding you to the back room and sitting you in a chair. Rope soon dug into your skin, binding you to the chair. Humming, you grinned as he finished.

“Why should I not kill you.”

“I have information for you on a certain Warlord.”

“You? Some runaway slave? I highly doubt it.”

“And if I should tell you the locations of SMILE Fruit factories?”

He glared, getting into your face and frowning. His breath was hot and wet, causing your nose to curl.

“How do you know about those?”

You hummed, shrugging. 

“I don’t know, I’m just a runaway slave. Right?”

Blinking innocently, you leaned toward him and spit at his feet. 

He stood straight, fishing his own snail from his sleeve and dialing a number. The man stood there with you for fifteen minutes before others started to knock on the back door. It was a rhythm, unique and one unheard. You tried to imitate it on your palms behind your back, just in case such a thing came in handy later. Two men and a woman walked in. You knew the one in charge, the pride and joy of the World Government and Celestial Dragons alike. The other two were unknown to you, they must be newer. You smiled at the leading man. 

“Rob Lucci. You’ve done well for yourself.”

He locked eyes with you, pupils slitting. That was new. 

“Ah, the little concubine that slayed Roswald. How strange, I thought you had died.”

He came closer to you, looming over your form and looking at you entirely. He took in your features, ones he had memorized numerous times in the night and under the light of the stars. It had been a while since he had seen you, the little comfort he had when he had to speak to those disgusting Dragons. They had allowed him to indulge in you thanks to his continuous success, and he had found himself solemn when you had departed. He had thought you were killed in the aftermath of your actions. It seems he was wrong. 

His hand curled around your neck, forcing your head up to meet his eyes. He absentmindedly stroked your skin with his thumb, not at all missing the collar in favor of getting to feel you. Hattori flew to his shoulder, staying there and looking down at you in wonder. He had always been fond of you. The little slave that fed him your spare crackers, it was endearing. 

“Pray tell why you’re all the way in Water 7. You knew Blueno, why walk into the bar with his name on it?”

You grinned, teeth gleaming in the overhead light. You refused to back down from such an obvious challenge. That they might think you a dumb fool.

“I have information for you.”

The woman stepped in, confused at the familiarity shared between her boss and this random person. 

“Lucci, who is this?”

She pushed up her glasses, blonde hair falling into her eyes.

“I don’t see how they’re important to our current mission.”

He ignored her, turning his back to her once more. 

“Why didn’t Blueno kill you as soon as he saw you? What do you know, topina?”

“Those annoying SMILE Fruit factories. I can give you locations of several off the top of my head. More if I have a map.”

“How do you know such information.”

“I’m close with the one in charge. There are a few factories that ‘ave been giving them trouble. It would do both of you a favor.”

“And they trusted you with such things?”

“Hm, in truth I wasn’t expecting to run into CP9 here, but this is perfect. I was going to give it to one of the Admirals, but this is better.”

Lucci licked his teeth, narrowing his eyes and contemplating the offer. 

“You're coming with us to Enies Lobby then. We’ll figure out what to do with you afterwards.”

You bared your teeth, scowling.

“Not with that ignorant boss of yours, like hell I’ll give it to Spandem of all people!”

Lucci tightened his grip, choking you briefly before loosening it. He held your entire being in his palm, and you all knew it. You pretended it was Doflamingo’s larger hand, faking a surprised moan to encourage his decision. He paused, eyes hazy before he released you. 

“Fine. We’ll take you to Enies Lobby and you’ll give the information to me. What happens after is between me and you.”

You shivered, not wanting to comply so easily to a man’s sudden demands. Still, there was nothing else you could do but nod. 

“Excellent.”

A smug smirk crossed his lips, predatory glint overcoming his features. Once, you had admired him, adoring him in the prison you existed in. He was the only relief you had when up against Roswald, the only break you got from all of them and their version of sadism. Lucci’s was more pleasurable, more comfortable and familiar. Now it reminded you of Doffy, a fact you pushed down into your chest. Lucci had made to walk away until he noticed a shine in the light. 

He honed in on it, turning around and jerking your tied hands into his grasp. A cruel grin and brandishing your finger into the light. 

“Ah, my topina has a ring. Now who would desire a former slave such as yourself, hm? Surely they’ve never seen the Hoof of the Soaring Dragon on your back have they? Otherwise they wouldn’t have gifted you such a luxurious item.”

You winced at his grip, shame flooding your chest and causing you to flush under the gaze of the other two unknowns. 

“After all, there’s only one person who would ever want you. We both know, don’t we?”

Your skin crawled, the possessive tone not passing your senses. You closed your eyes before relaxing. Only to stiffen again once the ring was plucked from your finger and tossed to the floor, promptly stomped on and shattered under his heel.

“Now…”

Backing up, the man released your hand and smirked.

“Put them downstairs until it’s time to leave. We have something to do first before heading to Enies Lobby.”

Zoro knew he shouldn’t have left you. Knew deep in his heart that you weren’t going to leave that bar on your own. As soon as he left the area and ducked into an alley he opened his palm. 

Laying there was an albino baby snail, a private DenDen line and a number scribbled onto a napkin. 

‘Tell him CP9 are on Water 7.’

His eyebrows furrowed, not quite comprehending what was being conveyed. Still, you had given him a job and he’d be damned if he failed. Pushing in the numbers, he waited until the other side picked up. 

“Hey.”

A tense silence overcame the line, the snail portraying a tense smile and a pair of gaudy sunglasses.

“Who is this.”

“They said to call you and handed me this snail. I’m Roronoa Zoro, swordsman of Monkey D. Luffy’s crew. They said that CP9 is on Water 7. Nothing else was written on the napkin, ‘ts all I got.”

“Water 7?”

“Yeah.”

And the line went dead. Zoro looked at the snail in his hands, not wanting to know why the newer crew member had something so rare. Or who exactly they were in contact with. 

Nevertheless, he was jerked from his thinking as Luffy’s voice was heard from the corner. Stepping closer, he watched as his captain pulled down a mangled body from a water fountain. Only to gasp as he realized that nose from anywhere. 

Things were about to get a lot more complicated.

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Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

Chapter 61: Revelations Part 3..

A/N: And we are back at it again! Here we are getting more flashbacks to now arriving at enies lobby, and we have some comedic moments and some out of pocket moments as well! I cant wait for you guys to read this as well as the next parts! Thank you for following, liking, reblogging, etc! And without further a do, let the adventure begin!

This gif because itll make sense when you read the parts.

Brook leaned forward, his skeletal fingers steepled as curiosity sparkled in his eye sockets. “And then?”

I took a deep breath, gripping the stem of my wine glass a little tighter to ground myself. "I truly don’t know what happened during that lapse of time," I admitted, my voice quieter now. "But when I came to, I found myself back on the sea train with CP9. Robin was there, and now Franky as well."

Brook’s perpetual grin softened as his eyes reflected a silent concern. Chopper, ever the caring soul, spoke up, his voice gentle. “You might have passed out due to your injuries and exhaustion.”

I nodded slowly, acknowledging the possibility but unable to shake the gnawing unease in my chest. "Could be," I said, my gaze dropping to my hands, which trembled ever so slightly. "But when I woke up… I was in wrist cuffs behind me. My wounds were bandaged, some hastily, but they’d tended to me. Franky was in chains and wrist cuffs. Robin had sea-prism stone cuffs on her wrists, her expression unreadable."

Flashback: 

A groan escaped my lips as my eyes fluttered open. My head throbbed painfully, and my body felt like it had been trampled by a thousand stampeding bulls. My cheek rested on something plush, though the comfort did little to soothe the soreness in my muscles.

“You okay, kid?” a familiar voice cut through the haze.

I turned my head slowly, blinking up at the figure. "Franky!" I croaked, relief washing over me as I sat up abruptly. Then, I noticed something odd—my hands were behind me, bound tightly. My eyes widened as I twisted my wrists experimentally. "What the… cuffs?" I muttered as realization dawned. "Ohhh… great."

Turning my attention to the figure sitting across from me, I noticed Robin. She was unnervingly silent, her face unreadable, but her shoulders were tense, and her breath seemed caught in her chest. "Robin," I whispered hoarsely, my voice laced with concern. Her hands were also restrained behind her, but the faint glint of sea-prism stone cuffs made my heart sink further.

Just then, the door to the sea train compartment slid open with a sharp metallic screech.

"Lucci, she’s awake," came Kaku’s voice as he stepped inside, his eyes landing on me with faint amusement.

"Ahh, there’s my kitten," Lucci said smoothly, his voice dripping with that unnerving calm as he strode toward me.

He crouched down in front of me, his dark eyes scanning my face with a predatory glint. Slowly, he reached out a hand, his fingertips aiming to brush my cheek.

Instinctively, I snapped at him, my teeth aiming for his fingers like a cornered animal. Lucci pulled back just in time, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as his bird, Hattori, let out a low coo from his shoulder.

"Still feisty, I see," he remarked, his tone betraying no irritation—if anything, he seemed amused.

I glared up at him, my chest heaving with anger despite the ache in my ribs. "Don’t touch me," I spat, my voice raw but steady. I barely had time to react before he was upon me. His hands gripped me firmly, lifting me effortlessly as if I weighed nothing. He placed me on his shoulder with a casual ease, as if it were nothing more than a simple task.

"Leave her alone!" Robin shouted, trying to fight against Blueno’s hold as he grabbed her arm, pushing her forward toward the wall. Her voice, despite the situation, still carried that determination, that resolve. 

Franky looked up, his eyes filled with anger and defeat in equal measure, but he didn’t move, knowing the odds were against him.

I glanced at Robin and gave her a small, reassuring smile, mouthing the words, "Don’t worry."

Lucci’s grip on me tightened as I was hoisted higher, and I winced at the pressure. “Can’t you at least be a little gentle?” I muttered, my voice low as I looked up at him, trying to mask the tremor in my words.

His smirk only widened, and I could hear the faint amusement in his voice as he responded, “Not my style, sweetheart.”

I huffed, my body tensing against the restraints still on my wrists, but I kept my composure. "So what is your style exactly?" I shot back, my tone teasing yet defiant. "Because I like a little manhandling when it's done properly, but this?" I wriggled slightly, attempting to break free from his firm hold on my body, still draped over his shoulder.

Hattori, ever the silent observer, perched on the other side, cooing softly. The gentle sound of his calls contrasted sharply with the tension in the air, his presence a constant reminder that even in the most chaotic of moments, his loyalty to Lucci was unwavering.

Lucci’s grip on my arm didn’t falter, though his smirk deepened, clearly enjoying the slight tension in my voice. “You’re still talking too much,” he muttered, his voice barely hiding the amusement as he tugged me forward, his control over the situation palpable.

Robin, her resolve as sharp as ever, was being pushed forward, walking just behind him. Her eyes, though heavy with concern, never wavered from mine. Behind her, Franky followed, his hulking frame stooped in defeat, yet I could sense a glimmer of defiance in the way he moved. We were nearing the exit of the sea train, the weight of our situation pressing heavily on all of us.

"CP9 has just arrived. Look sharp, and take out the two criminals," a marine officer barked from outside. Lucci didn’t waste a second, dropping me onto the cold ground as we stepped off the sea train.

“Finally!” I muttered under my breath, trying to walk forward despite the cuffs on my wrists, but Lucci’s grip on my arm tightened sharply. I barely had a chance to move before he tugged me back toward him, his touch firm and unyielding.

He removed his coat and placed it over my shoulders, his actions possessive and deliberate. "Get this off me!" I hissed, the fabric suffocating against my skin, but he only tightened his grip on me.

"I don’t want anybody seeing what’s mine," Lucci said coldly, his words laced with a twisted sense of ownership. He gave another firm tug on my arm, pushing me forward.

We made our way out of the sea train, the sounds of our footsteps muffled by the tension in the air. Robin was off the train too, her composure intact, though I could sense the weight of her thoughts. Franky, however, wasn’t so cooperative. He was like a beast in a cage, suddenly lashing out as he bit down on the head of a marine officer.

"Hey! How about you handle me with a little bit more care, you lug-head!" Franky shouted, his voice carrying over the chaos.

I laughed weakly despite the situation, “Mannn, I wanna swing too!”

"Harder, Franky! He doesn’t understand the proper word care!" I shouted, my voice cracking as Franky bit down harder on the officer’s head.

"Be careful, that guy bites!" another marine officer shouted in warning.

"Forget about him. Who’s the woman next to Rob Lucci?" another marine officer said, his eyes narrowing at me.

"Damn, who would’ve guessed Lucci would settle down with a pirate?" one marine muttered, clearly taken aback by the sight of me.

“Ohh, it’s go time!” I yelled, my adrenaline rising as I felt the surge of energy, but just as I was about to move, Lucci’s grip on my arm stopped me cold.

“You stay put now,” he hissed, his voice low and threatening.

Another marine officer let out a low whistle. "Pirate or not, Lucci’s one lucky man," he said under his breath.

A second marine officer shook his head. “Wait a second—if that’s the ‘cutty flame,’ then the other woman next to him is Nico Robin. She’s gorgeous.”

“Don’t you guys know who she is?” one of the officers scoffed looking at me. “Y/N Y/L/N, third-highest bounty, one of the main fighters of the Straw Hat Pirates.”

"How did a woman like that settle for Lucci?" another marine officer asked, disbelief in his tone.

I was about to shout a response when Lucci’s grip on my arm tightened, his fingers digging into my skin, leaving a mark. "Behave, Kitten," he growled, the order coming out like a dangerous warning.

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" I shot back, my voice full of defiance and adrenaline. Despite just waking up from unconsciousness and feeling the lingering effects of my injuries, I wasn’t about to give Lucci the satisfaction of seeing me break.

The towering gates of Enies Lobby loomed ahead, their sheer size and presence adding to the tension in the air. With every step we took, the weight of the situation pressed heavier on my chest, but I kept my chin high, determined not to falter.

Franky’s voice cut through the silence, echoing my exact thoughts. "A waterfall?! What the heck kind of place is this? There’s a hole in the middle of the ocean?!"

My eyes widened as I took in the sight before us. The sheer absurdity of it—a massive waterfall cascading into a seemingly bottomless void—was enough to make anyone question their sanity.

"What the hell is this?" I muttered, my voice low but laced with disbelief.

Lucci’s sharp ears picked up on my words, and I saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a faint smirk. “Welcome to Enies Lobby, Kitten. No one gets in—or out—without a fight.”

I scowled at him but didn’t respond, my focus shifting back to the imposing drawbridge that separated us from the island. Marines were stationed on either side, their weapons at the ready, while a handful of officers worked to lower the bridge.

As we walked toward the main gates of Enies Lobby, a growing sense of dread filled me. “Luffy… hurry,” I thought, clutching onto the slim hope that he and the others would find a way to reach us.

Soon enough, we were inside Enies Lobby, the atmosphere oppressive and cold. The stark architecture and looming walls seemed to emphasize the hopelessness of the situation. We were led to another set of doors, where we were made to wait.

Lucci finally released his grip on my arm, and I wished my hands were not cuffed behind me to rub the sore spot. My wrists were still bound, and I was placed between Robin and Franky. My legs trembled slightly from exhaustion and the lingering effects of my injuries, but I steadied myself, glaring defiantly up at the cold, imposing figure of the man who held us captive.

“Come on, Lucci. Spandam wants to talk,” Kaku said, his tone almost impatient as he stood nearby, arms crossed.

Lucci rolled his eyes, a clear look of irritation crossing his face. “I’d much rather spend time with my kitten,” he remarked, his voice dripping with amusement as his smirk spread even wider.

I did a double take, my brow furrowing in disbelief. “You’re so audacious!” I shot back, genuinely shocked at his choice of words.

Lucci's sharp eyes glinted with amusement as he suddenly stepped closer, his large hand gripping my cheeks firmly, forcing my mouth into an “O” shape. His touch was deliberate and commanding, as though he relished the control he had. “You have such a mouth on you, Kitten,” he said smoothly, his tone both chastising and mocking.

I tried to grit my teeth against his grip, glaring daggers at him. “You stupid a—”

Before I could finish, Lucci leaned in, closing the gap between us and pressing a quick, firm peck to my lips.

The action shocked me into silence, my eyes widening in disbelief. My face burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment as I recoiled as much as his grip would allow.

“You talk too much,” Lucci said with a low chuckle, his smirk deepening as he finally released my cheeks.

I seethed, glaring up at him with a fire that refused to be extinguished. “I’m going to make you regret that,” I growled, my voice steady despite the rapid thumping of my heart.

Before I could take a step back, Lucci's grip tightened once more, his hand snapping around my arm with an iron-clad hold. The sudden motion caused me to stumble, and I couldn’t help but let out a small, involuntary whimper as his fingers dug into my skin.

“Don’t try to run,” he murmured coldly, his lips brushing against my ear as he held me firmly in place. The mix of his proximity and the cold edge to his voice sent an uneasy shiver down my spine, but I stood my ground, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me fully falter.

Flashback ends: 

Nami nodded in agreement, her expression somber but fierce. "The fact he kept calling you kitten and kissed you again!," she said, shaking her head. "What else happened?"

Chopper, who had only heard bits and pieces from Nami, Robin, and Franky, tilted his head in confusion. "Yeah, what else? What happened next?"

As I prepared to speak, my mind drifted back to that moment, the memory sharp in my mind.

Flashback:

Lucci, the unshakable force, moved with a dangerous grace. He removed his coat from my shoulders as he placed it back on his shoulders,  his coat flowing behind him as he strode towards the double doors ahead. Hattori, perched on his shoulder, mirrored his every move, the green coat matching his own. The remaining CP9 members followed closely, their eyes never leaving us as they entered the building.

"Again... I’ve seen it all," I muttered under my breath, my words lost in the cold atmosphere.

I tried to wiggle my wrists again, but the chains held fast, locking me in place. "Damn wrist cuffs," I cursed quietly, frustration bubbling beneath my calm exterior.

Franky looked at me, his face filled with confusion. "I still don’t know why, of all people, Lucci brought you here," he said, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"If I had that answer brother," I responded with a sly smile, "I think I'd be richer."

Robin, still standing tall despite the situation, let out a quiet sigh. "Why the hell didnt you just escape?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. I looked at her, my gaze unwavering. "To save you," I said softly. Robin faltered at my words, her shoulders tensing. I added, "You're our friend, and hell, we'd go to hell and earth for you. Not only that, Robin, but you mean so much to me, I wasn't going to let you throw your life away just for the world government."

Robin’s expression softened for a brief moment, her eyes betraying a flicker of vulnerability she rarely allowed to show. "You don’t have to do this for me..." she muttered, her voice barely above a breath. She turned away, unwilling to look at me, but I could see the faint tremor in her posture, the weight of her emotions heavy in the air.

Just then, two officers at the doors began to slowly open them, their eyes lingering on us. I held my ground as they pushed me to move forward. That was the last straw.

"That's it," I said, my voice sharp. Without hesitation, I launched myself forward, landing a powerful superkick square in the face of the officer who had shoved me. The blow sent him crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

"Anyone else want a taste?" I challenged, my eyes narrowing as I glared at the remaining officers, who stood frozen in shock. The air hung heavy with tension, their silence enough of a response. “Good. Don’t push.”

I straightened up, the jangle of the chains on my wrists adding a sharp note to the quiet. Joining Robin and Franky, we moved toward the open doors with as much dignity as we could muster under the circumstances.

Suddenly, a shrill voice shattered the silence, sharp and grating. “And who the hell is she?!” the voice boomed, pointing directly at me.

I stopped in my tracks, raising an eyebrow at the source of the question. A man with a gaudy demeanor and an over-the-top air of self-importance stood at the center of attention. His face was twisted with irritation, as though my mere presence was an affront to his existence.

“And who the hell are you?” I shot back without missing a beat, my tone dripping with mockery.

“I asked you first!” the man yelled, his voice rising in pitch as he jabbed a finger in my direction.

“Well…” I began, a mischievous smirk tugging at my lips. “I am a woman,” I said, dragging out the last word with exaggerated emphasis.

The room fell silent for a moment before Kaku and some of the seated CP9 members stifled their laughter. Kaku turned his head slightly, his lips twitching as he tried to keep a straight face. Even the usually stoic Lucci let out a faint snort, though he quickly masked it with an annoyed glance.

The man, clearly flustered, turned red. “Don’t play games with me!” he barked, stomping his foot like a petulant child.

I tilted my head, feigning innocence. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied sweetly, the sarcasm practically dripping from my words.

Franky let out a low chuckle from behind me. “She’s got a knack for ruffling feathers,” he muttered, earning a sharp glare from one of the CP9 members.

“Well, if you’re done with the introductions,” Lucci interrupted coldly, his voice cutting through the room like a blade, “Spandam, this is your new headache. Don’t waste my time.”

“Spandam, huh?” I muttered under my breath, eyeing the man with thinly veiled disdain. “Figures.”

The man at the table, his face a mask of simmering frustration, slammed his hand down with a loud bang, the sound echoing through the room. “Who brought her?!” he demanded, his voice trembling with anger.

I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, the motion limited by the cuffs binding my wrists behind me. “I don’t know, beats me,” I replied, my tone casual and dripping with mockery. I tilted my head toward Lucci. “Ask Lucci. He seems to have a fascination with me.”

The room went quiet for a split second before Kaku stifled another laugh, quickly covering his mouth. The tension in the air crackled like static, but I wasn’t about to back down, not even in a den of assassins.

Lucci’s gaze shifted toward me, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. His smirk returned, curling at the edges of his lips. “Fascination? That’s an interesting choice of words, Kitten,” he said, his voice low and almost teasing, though the subtle edge in his tone hinted at a warning.

Spandam’s face turned a shade of red that matched his ridiculous outfit. “I demand an explanation, Lucci!” he shrieked, flailing his arms like a petulant child.

Lucci barely spared him a glance, his calm demeanor in stark contrast to Spandam’s theatrics. “She’s more useful alive,” he stated flatly, as though the answer was self-evident.

“Useful?!” Spandam sputtered, his gaze darting between Lucci and me with exaggerated indignation. “This pirate is a liability!”

I raised an eyebrow, feigning a look of thoughtfulness before a sly grin tugged at the corners of my lips. “Well, I can be domestic for the right person, and even soft,” I said casually, my voice dripping with mock sincerity. “I’ve been known to make a pretty good omelet in the morning.”

A snort escaped Kaku, followed by a chorus of muffled chuckles from some of the other CP9 agents. They quickly averted their gazes, but the amusement was evident in their poorly stifled laughter.

Lucci’s smirk widened just a fraction, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. Spandam, on the other hand, looked like he was about to explode, his face an alarming shade of purple now. “This is no time for jokes!” he bellowed, slamming his fists on the table again.

I took the opportunity to interject, my voice laced with sarcasm. “Oh, so all you CP9 agents get comfy chairs, and we get chains and have to stand? Really nice hospitality you’ve got here.” My gaze flicked to the man in the mask. “And by the way, lose the mask. We’re not in some horror movie.”

A sharp snort of laughter escaped Franky, despite the chains binding him. He tried to stifle it, but the sound echoed in the otherwise tense silence.

The masked man’s glare intensified, his frustration palpable as he turned his full attention to me. “Watch your mouth, pirate,” he growled, his voice low and menacing, though it did little to faze me.

I adjusted my stance, standing as straight as my chains allowed, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. Man, this guy’s annoying, I thought, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.

His head tilted slightly, as though he’d picked up on the subtle movement. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?!” he demanded, his tone sharp and incredulous.

I raised an eyebrow and gave him a mock-innocent look. “Wow, never knew you had bionic vision to see me all the way from there,” I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

A few of the CP9 members, including Kalifa and Kaku, stifled chuckles, trying to maintain their professionalism but clearly entertained by my defiance. Even Franky, still bound in chains beside me, snickered under his breath.

The masked man’s composure cracked further, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “You think this is funny?!” he barked, his irritation only fueling my satisfaction.

“Depends,” I replied coolly. “Do you always get this worked up over a little eye roll, or am I just special?”

Kalifa leaned closer to Kaku, her voice barely above a whisper. “She’s got a knack for getting under people’s skin.”

Kaku smirked, nodding slightly. “She’s lucky Lucci hasn’t silenced her yet.” 

Just then, a man with a thin long mustache, a chin beard and a braid sprinted toward me, his eagerness practically dripping off him. He stopped far too close for comfort, leaning in with a wolfish grin. “Would you look at her,” he muttered, his tone as slimy as his demeanor.

I leaned back as far as the chains allowed, raising an unimpressed brow. “Ever heard of personal space?” I snapped, my voice sharp enough to cut through his unwelcome presence.

“Not when it’s a pretty lady like yourself,” he replied, his grin widening as his eyes lingered on me. The audacity radiating off him was enough to make my skin crawl. He leaned in closer, as though his smug expression might win me over.

I fixed him with a withering glare, refusing to let his antics rattle me. “Listen, my guy, if I wanted to see someone showing off their muscles, I’d be staring at Franky,” I said coolly, jerking my head toward the towering cyborg. Franky perked up, flexing a little for good measure. “Super~!” he chimed in with a grin.

The man’s smug grin faltered for just a second before he chuckled nervously, trying to regain his footing. “Now, now, there’s no need for that,” he said, though his confidence had taken a visible hit.

I smirked, satisfied. “No need for what? Speaking the truth?” I retorted, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “Or maybe you’re just mad Franky has more personality in one finger than you do in your whole existence.”

“Feisty…” he muttered, his eyes raking over me with an unsettling look. “I dig that in a lady,” he added, pinching my cheek like I was some sort of toy.

“Don’t touch me,” I snapped, jerking my face away from his hand.

“So, that cat bastard brought you,” the man said, glancing over at Lucci with a sneer.

“Not like I had much of a choice,” I muttered bitterly, throwing a pointed glare at Lucci. I took a step back, but the chains behind me snagged on my footing. My hands were still cuffed, and I stumbled, nearly losing my balance.

The man caught me, his grip far too casual for my liking. “Whoa there,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “I know I have this effect on women, but no need to fall for me,” he added with a laugh.

As if the moment couldn’t get worse, his hand brushed against my cheek and glided down to my neck, lingering over the bruise Lucci had left earlier. “So… the cat bastard marked you,” he said with a sly grin, his gaze flickering to Lucci mockingly. “What’s another mark going to do? Besides, wolves are far more superior to cats anyway.”

Before I could spit out a retort, Hattori swooped in like a feathered savior, pecking the man right in the face.

“Leave Sweetheart alone,” Hattori squawked indignantly, flapping his wings for emphasis.

The man yelped, stumbling back as he swatted at the persistent pigeon. I couldn’t help but snicker, watching him fumble against the unexpected assault.

“Good bird,” I murmured under my breath, shooting Hattori a grateful look while Lucci smirked in the background, his eyes glinting with approval. "Learn your place, mangy dog," Hattori snapped, his voice sharper than his beak.

I extended my shoulder to him, my smile softening. "Come here, Hattori." The pigeon flew over without hesitation, perching carefully near me. He nuzzled against my cheek, his feathers soft against my skin.

"You deserve a kiss," I said with a small laugh, planting a gentle kiss on his head.

Hattori puffed his chest proudly, looking like he’d just won some grand battle. With an air of triumph, he flapped his way back to Lucci’s shoulder, looking far too smug for a bird.

The man, now nursing his bruised ego, snarled in frustration. “So what? No bird is going to stop me from talking to her,” he barked, stepping forward again.

My eyes flicked toward Lucci, whose entire demeanor shifted. His teeth clenched visibly, his jaw tightening as his fingers curled into a fist. His green coat betrayed the strain, an unmistakable indent forming where his grip dug into the fabric. Even hattori looked visibly annoyed. 

The tension in the room thickened, the air growing heavy with unspoken danger. Whatever this was, it wasn’t going to end well for Braid Guy if he kept this up.

"Listen," I began, my tone dripping with mock patience. "I know I'm a pretty girl. I make sure I get my steps in every day and work out to keep this figure, but—" I narrowed my eyes at him, smirking slightly—"I'm not interested in whatever you're trying to sell here."

Franky let out another chuckle behind me, clearly enjoying the show, while Robin observed silently, her expression calm but unreadable.

Braid Guy’s grin faltered for a fraction of a second before he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Aw, come on, don’t be like that—”

“Back off Jabra,” Lucci cut in, his voice sharp and laced with menace. The sudden authority in his tone made the air in the room crackle. Braid Guy froze mid-sentence, his grin evaporating as he slowly turned toward Lucci, who was now standing stiffly, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than irritation.

“She’s not interested,” Lucci repeated, his voice eerily calm, yet the underlying threat was unmistakable. The tension reached a breaking point as Jabra straightened in his chair, his grin replaced with a sneer. “Listen, you cat bastard,” Jabra shot back, his voice dripping with disdain. “Don’t act like you own the place—or her.”

Lucci’s gaze sharpened, his dark eyes locking onto Jabra with a predator's intensity. “Back off, Jabra,” he said again, his voice quieter but no less menacing. The calm in his tone was the kind that preceded a storm.

Jabra rose from his seat, clearly spoiling for a fight. “What’s your problem, Lucci? You’ve been acting like this girl is your personal property since she got here. What’s the deal? Afraid someone might steal her from you?”

Lucci’s jaw clenched, his posture rigid as he slowly stepped closer to Jabra. “I don’t repeat myself,” he warned, his tone like ice.

“Oh, but you don’t mind hissing and puffing up your fur, huh?” Jabra taunted, his wolfish grin returning as he squared his shoulders. “Let me guess—you’re marking your territory, just like the big, bad leopard you think you are.”

The air in the room turned suffocating as the two men faced off, their animosity practically sparking between them.

“Enough!” Kaku interjected, his tone firm as he stood, attempting to diffuse the situation. “We don’t have time for your petty squabbles.”

“Stay out of this, Kaku,” Jabra snapped, his eyes never leaving Lucci. “This is between me and the glorified house cat over here.”

Before Kaku could respond, Lucci closed the gap in a flash, his movements precise and controlled. His hand shot out, gripping the front of Jabra’s shirt and pulling him close.

“Say that again,” Lucci growled, his voice low and dangerous, his eyes glowing with barely restrained fury.

Jabra grabbed Lucci’s wrist, his smirk faltering but his defiance unwavering. “What’s the matter? Truth hurts?” he sneered.

“Enough, both of you!” Spandam’s shrill voice cut through the room, his face pale with a mix of anger and fear. “This isn’t the time for your idiotic rivalry!”

The air in the room felt like it was about to snap as Lucci and Jabra's eyes remained locked, and the tension grew unbearably thick. Jabra’s smirk widened as he straightened his tie, adding with a wink, “So, does the pretty girl have a name?”

Before I could respond, the atmosphere shifted violently. Lucci’s patience snapped. “That’s it,” he muttered under his breath.

The next moment, Hattori flew to my shoulder, and Lucci lunged at Jabra with an almost predatory grace.

“You cat bastard!” Jabra yelled, his voice a mixture of surprise and anger as the two of them crashed into each other. The sound of their scuffling filled the room, both of them throwing punches with a ferocity that sent a chill through the rest of the room.

Kaku was the first to act, springing from his chair and rushing toward the brawling pair. “Enough!” he barked, his hands reaching out to separate them.

Jabra growled, throwing a final punch before Kaku forced him back. “This is ridiculous!” Jabra grumbled, wiping blood from the corner of his lip.

But it wasn’t over. Spandam’s voice screeched through the chaos, his face twisted in rage. “YOU!” He pointed a shaking finger at me, his voice shrill and accusatory. “This is all your fault!”

I blinked, utterly dumbfounded. “ME? How is it my fault? I’m just an innocent victim here,” I shot back, my wrists still shackled behind me, the cuffs rattling with each movement.

Hattori cooed softly, seemingly in agreement, as though echoing my sentiment.

Jabra scoffed, shaking his head. “Cat bastard,” he muttered under his breath, but then his eyes narrowed dangerously. “You took Gatherine from me!” he spat at Lucci, his face contorting with frustration.

Lucci, still tense from the altercation, glared back at Jabra, his voice dripping with cold indifference. “I don’t give two shits about her,” he snapped, his eyes flashing with impatience.

Jabra’s grin returned, almost too smug for my liking. “So you won’t mind if I take your kitten from you, huh?”

The room went deadly silent at Jabra’s words.

I felt a wave of discomfort ripple through me, but I stood my ground. The thought of Jabra trying to get under Lucci’s skin didn’t sit right, but I wasn’t about to let them fight over me, especially not like this.

Lucci’s eyes flickered with something dangerous, and I could feel the shift in the atmosphere around him. For a moment, I thought everything might erupt again. But before anyone else could say another word, Kaku stepped in once more, pushing Jabra aside with a quiet, but firm, command. “Let it go, Jabra. This is getting out of hand.”

Jabra grumbled but seemed to back down, his smirk faltering for just a second as he stepped back.

"Enough," Lucci’s voice cut through the silence like a knife—low, calm, but with a growl of barely contained menace underneath. His gaze flicked between Jabra and me, the weight of his words heavy. “She’s not here to entertain you.”

With a quick motion, he dusted off his coat as though the confrontation didn’t phase him in the slightest, but there was something dangerous simmering beneath the surface. Hattori, who had taken flight in the chaos, returned to Lucci’s shoulder with a sharp coo, almost as if it were making its own proclamation.

“Yeah, learn your place! Sweethearts with us,” Hattori chirped, his voice a sharp contrast to the tense atmosphere, almost playful in its simplicity.

Franky, still bound, leaned toward me slightly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Sis, I don’t know what effect you have on him, but that was entertaining.”

I couldn’t help but smirk, even though I was still on edge. “If I knew, I’d probably have snuck in some snacks,” I whispered back with a wry grin.

Franky snorted softly, but even with the chaos surrounding us, there was a brief moment of humor between us. It didn’t last long, but for now, it was a small reminder that, despite everything, we weren’t completely without our own form of defiance.

Lucci’s gaze flickered back to me for a second, his expression unreadable. He didn’t seem pleased by Jabra’s behavior, but at least the fight had been defused—for now.

After some time, Lucci and Jabra sat on opposite sides from one another, both of them glaring at each other. Spandam then  began to laugh, a harsh, grating sound that sent a shiver down my spine. His attention quickly shifted to Franky, a sickening gleam in his eyes. "I couldn’t be happier you survived the accident, Cutty Flam, and now I have you... the most dangerous woman," he said, his gaze turning to Robin with even more malice, "Nico Robin."

A chill ran down my spine at the way he lingered on Robin’s name, as if savoring every syllable. The way he was looking at both Robin and Franky felt invasive and vile, and I had to suppress a wave of disgust that threatened to rise in my chest.

"It’s so unfortunate that the world may never know the accomplishments CP9 has achieved," he continued, his voice thick with pride. "As a secret agency and all." It made sense now—their silence, their hidden motives, the way they moved in the shadows, and the power they held.

"Without sacrifice, goals cannot be achieved," he added, his tone almost reverent.

I could feel my blood boiling with every word the chief spoke. His taunting, his sickening pride, made me feel like my insides were on fire. "You are one sick bastard," I spat, unable to hold back any longer.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. "Strike 1, Y/N," I thought, the weight of the tension in the air thickening. I could feel the chief's eyes narrow at me, but I refused to back down.

Then, the chief started to walk toward us with slow, deliberate steps. "You know," he said, his voice dripping with malice, "if people were to just give us what we asked for immediately without question, we wouldn't have to go to extreme measures, like what we did to poor Tom." His laughter echoed in the room, and he made a cutting sign with his fingers toward Franky.

I could feel my fists clenching, rage building inside me at his casual cruelty. How could he speak about such atrocities so callously? He was taunting us, and that wasn’t justice—it was something far darker.

Before I could even process what was happening, Franky surged forward in a burst of fury, his chains clinking as he ran towards Spandam, teeth bared like a wild animal. Without hesitation, he latched onto the chief’s head, biting down with everything he had. The chief’s voice cracked with frustration and rage as he yelled, "What are you doing?! Don’t just sit there—help me!" His demand echoed, but the CP9 members remained unmoving, their eyes cold and detached as they watched Franky’s act of defiance, as if it were just a minor inconvenience to them.

"Make sure to bite harder! He seems way too full of himself!" I shouted, my anger barely contained. A sense of grim satisfaction surged within me as Franky’s grip tightened, his rage making him even more relentless. For a moment, it felt like justice was finally being served.

Spandams cries grew more desperate, but then the unexpected happened.

"Kamadori!" he shouted, his voice frantic. Kamadori, who had been sitting silently in the corner, finally rose to his feet. "What in the...?" I thought, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Kamadori’s gaze was cold and unwavering as he stepped forward.

" YoYoi!, What is your desire?" Kamadori asked, his tone neutral but commanding. The chief, his face contorted with frustration, begged for Franky to be pulled off of him.

And with a flick of his scepter, Kamadori made his move.

Franky hit the ground with a heavy crash, but before anyone could react, Kamadori effortlessly sent Spandam flying through the air like a ragdoll. The chief landed with a sickening thud, his body crumpling to the ground. Kamadori’s tone, however, was anything but concerned. “Umm… no need to thank me, chief, Noooo Neeed,” he said with an almost bored drawl.

I couldn’t help it—I laughed, a burst of disbelief at how absurd everything had gotten. Kamadori, with his detached indifference, had practically just put Spandam in his place without breaking a sweat. "That was... poetic," I said, still grinning despite the tension. Franky had made his point, and Kamadori had delivered the chief exactly what he deserved, albeit unintentionally.

But as quickly as my moment of triumph bloomed, it shriveled and died. Spandam’s fury was like a visible force, his rage evident as he staggered to his feet, eyes narrowed to slits.

Without warning, Spandam surged forward, his boot connecting with Franky’s chest with a sickening crunch. The impact sent Franky stumbling back, blood spilling from his mouth in a thick crimson stream.

“Stop that!” I shouted, my voice raw with anger, as the chief’s assault continued. The sound of each blow ringing through the room felt like a hammer to my chest, but it only fueled the fire inside me.

Spandam paused, a sneer spreading across his face as he looked at me, his voice dripping with venom. “You’re in no position to tell me what to do, considering your state.” He eyed my battered form, a cruel smirk crossing his lips as he watched me struggle to maintain my balance.

I could feel the blood pulsing in my veins, anger blurring my vision as I forced myself to focus on him. “And you’re just a pencil pusher who can’t even fight his own battles, relying on others to do your dirty work,” I shot back, my voice steady despite the raw edge beneath it. “Now tell me, what position am I in that I can’t tell you what to do?”

The adrenaline coursing through my body was like a potent drug, amplifying everything—my senses, my focus, even the pain that was gnawing at me. It was as if everything else faded away, leaving only the rush of blood and the fire in my veins. My entire being was locked onto the fight, my body moving instinctively in sync with my thoughts.

Spandam had halted his brutal assault on Franky, no doubt deciding that dealing with me was a higher priority. I barely had time to register Robin’s frantic yell—“Move!”—before Spandam launched himself at me, his arms outstretched in a desperate attempt to grab hold of me.

Just as he was about to make contact, I acted on pure instinct. My muscles burned with energy as I dodged to the side, just enough to avoid his grasp. My right leg snapped up, connecting solidly with his side. The impact forced a grunt from him, and for a moment, he faltered, reeling from the force.

I wasn’t about to let up. The momentum of my kick carried me forward, and before Spandam could recover, I landed another kick—this time to his back. The force of the strike sent him crashing to the ground with a sickening thud.

“Not so tough now, huh?!” I taunted, my chest heaving with exertion, the rush of triumph filling me for a fleeting moment. I couldn’t stop the smirk from curling at my lips as I removed my heel from his back, the sensation of victory so sweet despite the ache in my body.

I turned away, moving toward Franky, who was still recovering from the previous blows. I crouched down beside him, my wrists still bound behind me, rattling with every movement. “Franky, are you okay?” I asked, concern for him momentarily pushing aside the adrenaline-fueled surge that had taken over my body.

He groaned, but gave me a weak grin. "Just peachy, kid," he muttered, though I could see the blood trickling from his lips. I stood up, my eyes flicking over to Spandam, who was slowly pushing himself up from the ground. His clothes were disheveled, his face twisted in anger, but there was a dangerous calm in his movements as he stood, dusting himself off with a sneer.

The chief’s lip curled in frustration, wiping away the faint streak of blood with the back of his hand. “You… are a persistent little pest,” he snarled, his glare sharp enough to cut through steel. He took a few menacing steps forward, his cold gaze flickering between me and Franky, as though debating which of us to target first.

His hands balled into fists at his sides, his entire body trembling with barely-contained rage. “You think you’re clever, huh?” he spat, his voice low and dangerous. “Mocking me with your little names and sarcastic remarks. You’re nothing but a nuisance.”

I  tilted my head and gave him an infuriatingly calm smirk, refusing to show any sign of intimidation. "So I've been told," I said, shrugging against my chains. "Then again, I was just called 'sweetheart' by Hattori, 'kitten' by Lucci, and 'pretty girl' by Jabra over here, and yet 'nuisance' wasn't in any of their vocabulary," I continued, smirking.

"You're damn right I did!" Jabra suddenly yelled, adding a wolf howl, his eyes gleaming with amusement as if my teasing were his own personal form of entertainment. “And I still stand by what I said,” Jabra declared, lounging back in his seat with a cocky smirk. “All I need is a name, and we’re in business.”

“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that much,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

Jabra grinned wider. “That’s all I need to get a yes from a pretty girl like yourself. But all jokes aside, a name would be nice to associate with that face of yours. I plan to howl about you, or maybe think about you during those lonely nights in my room.” His voice dropped to a low growl, filled with raw, unsettling confidence.

I scoffed, stepping back a little. “That’s very audacious, coming from a man like yourself.”

Just as I turned to put some space between us, Jabra’s presence vanished in a blink. Before I could react, I collided with something solid behind me.

“Audacious? Or someone who knows how to handle a woman like yourself,” Jabra whispered, his voice too close for comfort.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and I spun around, fury rising in my chest. But before I could snap at him, a gust of wind swept through the room, and my hair fluttered with it.

Lucci. He was suddenly standing right next to me, towering over Jabra.

Without a word, Lucci’s presence alone sent a chill through the air. Jabra, who had been moments away from pushing his boundaries too far, found himself on the floor, sprawled in an ungraceful heap near Spandam’s desk.

“You don’t learn, do you?” Lucci’s voice was a cold, low growl, filled with warning.

I turned slightly, my eyes narrowing at Jabra’s crumpled form. I couldn’t help but smirk at the sight.

“Sweetheart, you okay?” Hattori cooed, his voice a stark contrast to the tension that had just erupted in the room.

I glanced down at the pigeon, feeling a slight warmth in my chest. “Yeah, I’m good,” I replied, brushing off the momentary discomfort.

“Mangy dog, learn your place!” Hattori squawked fiercely, flapping his wings as he puffed up, his little body shaking with indignation. Jabra, still nursing his bruised pride, growled under his breath. “Cat bastard and stupid pigeon.” He struggled to push himself off the floor, glaring at the two of us.

Lucci, unfazed, simply turned back to his seat, his presence commanding the room without another word.

“Thank you, savior,” I said sarcastically, bowing my head mockingly. “How should I ever repay your kindness?”

Lucci glanced at me over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. “Don’t worry about it,” he said flatly.

I smirked, my eyes narrowing as I leaned in slightly. “I wasn’t asking you, I was asking little Hattori. I’m starting to like your nickname, little birdy.”

I blew Hattori a playful kiss, watching as the pigeon swooped forward and caught it with his wing. The little bird placed it gently on his chest, his chest puffing up in pride as he let out a soft coo.

The room seemed to pause, the tension thick enough to slice with a blade. Kaku raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching in barely-suppressed amusement, while Kalifa adjusted her glasses, the faintest hint of a smirk playing on her lips.

Franky, despite his chains, barked out a laugh. “She’s got guts, I’ll give her that,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

Lucci’s eyes flicked to me, and for a brief moment, something flickered in his expression—amusement, perhaps, or maybe annoyance. “You never know when to quit, do you?” he said, his voice calm but carrying that subtle edge of warning.

“Not in my vocabulary,” I quipped, flashing him an innocent grin.

Spandam turned sharply to Lucci, his frustration boiling over. “This is your doing, Lucci! You’re too soft on her! She’s mocking us—mocking me!”

Lucci’s gaze shifted lazily to Spandam, his expression as cold and calculating as ever. “She’s cuffed and surrounded by agents,” he said, his tone dismissive. “If she’s mocking you, that’s your problem, not mine.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, a quiet, triumphant sound that seemed to fuel the chief’s fury further. “Guess you’ve been told to behave too,” I teased, winking at the masked man.

Spandam’s face turned a brilliant shade of red, veins bulging in his neck as he took an angry step forward. “I don’t know what you did to Lucci! I don’t know what seduction magic you have him under, but you are a menace!” he spat, his voice trembling with rage.

My cuffs rattled as I tilted my head, a mocking grin spreading across my face. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” I said, exaggerating the word as if trying to process his outburst. “Did you just call me a seductress?” My voice dripped with feigned innocence.

Spandam’s spluttering response was lost in the laughter bubbling up in my chest. “Maybe you should add that little note to my future wanted posters,” I said between chuckles. “‘Beware of charm.’” I threw my head back, laughing in earnest now, the sound echoing through the room.

Even Jabra let out a low whistle, clearly amused. “You’ve got the chief all twisted up,” he muttered with a sly grin.

Hattori chirped as if in agreement, and even Lucci’s lips twitched ever so slightly, though he quickly masked it with his usual stoic expression.

Spandam, however, looked like he was about to combust. “Enough of this nonsense!” he bellowed, his voice cracking, but his outburst only seemed to amplify the absurdity of the situation.

Good, I’m checking his moves, I thought, my muscles instinctively tensing. This was nothing more than a simple fight—one I’d been in countless times before, the kind where I used my body as a weapon, where every movement counted.

I could almost hear the echoes of the past in my mind: the years spent training, fighting, growing stronger with every match. My hands, my legs, even my entire body had become instruments of survival, all honed over the years before becoming a pirate. Winning each time, adapting to the moment, reading my opponents—just like I was doing now. Spandams attention, however, soon shifted from me and Franky to Robin, as he began talking about the Buster Call and his plan to use both Franky and Robin as weapons to revive the ancient weapon.

This man is mad with power, I thought, watching the gleam of madness in his eyes as he laughed manically, his voice growing more unhinged with each passing second. "Every man and every person must answer to me! All that power at my fingertips!" he cackled, his voice echoing in the room.

Robin, unfazed by his theatrics, finally spoke up. "Why did Aokiji allow you to invoke the Buster Call?" she asked, her voice steady but laced with curiosity.

The chief froze for a moment, his face contorting with rage. "Bingo!" I thought, seeing the fury build up in him.

Before Spandam could strike, his hand raised toward Robin, a punch loaded with anger, I knew I had to act. Without a moment's hesitation, I lifted my left leg and kicked out, my booted heel connecting with his face with a sickening thud, sending him crashing to the ground in front of me.

I stood tall, my chest rising and falling with adrenaline, as I glared down at the chief. "Try that shit again, I dare you," I said, my voice dripping with defiance.

Even with these restraints, it was clear he wasn't much of a fight. I couldn't help but smirk, the fire in my eyes burning brighter than ever. "You're not much of a challenge," I added, looking down at him with a sense of satisfaction as his groaning form writhed on the floor.

Lucci still sat in his chair, watching the scene unfold with his usual impassive expression. His gaze never wavered, but there was something unreadable in his eyes as he observed the chaos I had just stirred. He wasn’t rushing to intervene, but the air around him felt tense, as if he was waiting for something. For now, though, he remained an observer.

"And this guy’s your chief?" I said, looking at Lucci, my voice laced with sarcasm. "Looks like 'pencil pusher' was a fitting nickname then." I punctuated the remark with a swift kick to Spandam's side, earning a pained grunt from the man on the floor.

Blueno, standing nearby, furrowed his brows. “How is she managing to do all this? She was unconscious twenty minutes ago.”

I turned my attention to him, a confident grin tugging at my lips. "Ever heard of the phrase never underestimate your opponent?" I said, the words sharp and deliberate. The chief, now with blood trickling from his lip and a deep scowl etched on his face, slowly pulled himself up, his fury barely contained. “Enough!” he bellowed, his voice hoarse with anger. His gaze turned to the other CP9 members in the room. "One of you, deal with her!" he growled, still seething with rage.

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk spreading across my face as I looked around the room, my chains rattling slightly as I moved. “Oh, yeah? Who’s going to challenge me?” I taunted, my voice filled with confidence.

I could see the CP9 members exchanging glances, but no one moved forward. The chief’s eyes were wild with frustration as he pointed to one of his subordinates. “You, Kaku, deal with this—show her what happens when people get too cocky!” he snapped.

Kaku, always the calm one, slowly stood up, rolling his shoulders as he approached. His calm demeanor was unsettling in contrast to the chaos unfolding around us. “Seems like you’ve got a bit of a mouth on you,” he said, cracking his knuckles, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

Just as Kaku made his move, ready to land a punch, Lucci's voice rang out, sharp and commanding. "Kaku, don't!" he ordered, rising from his seat with a dangerous calmness.

Kaku froze mid-step, his eyes flashing with confusion. "What are you doing, Lucci? That was an order!" Spandam barked, his voice trembling with frustration, but Lucci remained unfazed, his cold gaze never leaving mine.

Lucci's smirk spread across his face, and he slowly approached, his presence radiating a quiet, but undeniable power. "Let me deal with her," he said, voice dripping with arrogance.

In an instant, before I could react, Lucci lunged forward, his movements precise and swift. He grabbed me, pinning me to the floor with a brutal force that sent a sharp jolt through my body. My wrists slammed against the cold floor, the chains biting into my skin as I fought against the pressure. I bit my lip, feeling the sting of the impact. I landed wrong, I thought, frustration and pain surging through me.

I could feel my frustration mounting, the weight of Lucci pressing me down, but I refused to give in. My leg twitched slightly, trying to find some leverage to break free, but he immediately responded, his grip tightening further. The pain shot through me, sharp and relentless, yet my defiance remained unbroken.

Lucci’s smirk grew wider, amusement glinting in his cold eyes. "You're too eager," he taunted, his voice low and mocking. "Trying to take control... How cute."

I gritted my teeth, my body straining against his hold. "Listen," I spat, forcing the words through clenched teeth, my tone steady despite the agony. "If you wanted me in this position, all you had to do was ask. But then again, with an audience like this, I wouldn't want it to hinder your performance... where it counts, Kitten," I finished, a laugh escaping my lips despite the pain. 

I leaned back just slightly, my gaze fixed on Lucci, fully aware of the dangerous proximity between us. "I mean, the floor is nice for it," I started, voice dripping with sarcasm. "But then again, the knee injuries you'd get wouldn't do. But then again, those chairs—maybe even Spandam's desk—screams dominance, wouldn’t you say, Lucci?" I could feel the tension in the air as I continued, eyes never leaving his.

"Just flip me around and boom, my wrists cuffed behind me makes leverage as well. Now, if we are talking creativity points here," I said, dragging the words out, "you could lift my left leg up at a 90-degree angle and bend my back a little. I’m just saying, the possibilities are endless."

The room fell into a stunned silence, save for the rapid beating of my heart as I watched Lucci's unreadable expression. His grip on me remained firm, but I could see his muscles tense, like he was debating whether or not to respond.

Spandam, still recovering from his earlier fall, gaped at me, shock written all over his face. "W-what the hell is wrong with you?!" he sputtered, his voice trembling with a mix of outrage and confusion. "You’re insane! You can't just—"

Before he could finish, a low chuckle echoed from Kaku, who, though silent for most of the encounter, couldn't help but find amusement in my audacity. "I gotta hand it to you," Kaku said, his voice dripping with mock admiration. "You're definitely creative, I’ll give you that."

Blueno, leaning back against his seat with his arms crossed, gave a sharp exhale through his nose. "I’m almost impressed," he muttered. "Most people would've been begging for mercy by now, but you... You’re making this a whole different game."

Jabra, unable to contain his laughter, barked out a wolfish chuckle. "Heh, this one’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Even with her mouth, she's a handful," he said, clearly entertained by the tension.

Fukuro, who was still trying to keep a low profile, let out a surprised snort. "Chapapa, you’ve definitely got the CP9 talking. Not bad, kid."

Franky, though his restraints were just as limiting as mine, managed a raspy laugh. "Who knew she'd be this good at pissing off everyone? Damn, she's got guts, that’s for sure. I would’ve just flattened that pencil pusher, but you? You’ve got style." His grin, despite the blood still trickling from his lips, was evident.

Lucci’s grip remained steady on me, but I saw the slightest shift in his posture, his expression still unreadable but now with a faint hint of something darker, more dangerous. It was like I had pushed him into a corner, though it wasn’t clear yet whether he was annoyed or... intrigued.

“Keep talking,” he said, voice a low growl, “and see how long it takes before your words get you into more trouble.” But even as he spoke, the flicker in his eyes told a different story.

Spandam took a step back, now visibly sweating, unsure of how to handle the situation. "No, no more of this! Get her under control, Lucci!" he barked, panic creeping into his tone.

“She is under control,” Lucci muttered, his gaze turning back to me. "You’re not."

Still on the floor with Lucci on top of me, my head snapped toward the sound of Jabra laughing and who was watching the exchange with a wide grin, sharp teeth flashing as he chuckled.

"Hah, Lucci," Jabra teased, his tone playful yet dripping with amusement, "You're taking too long! This is too much fun."

The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment, the tension still palpable. But it wasn’t just me who was at the center of their amusement now—it was Lucci too. Despite his impassive expression, I saw something flicker behind his eyes. Perhaps a mix of irritation, perhaps just as much amusement as the others, or maybe just a growing sense of control. He didn’t break his gaze from me, but I could feel the weight of the moment shifting.

Lucci’s eyes briefly flickered to him, his expression tightening, but it was enough of a distraction. I took advantage of the moment, shifting my body with a sudden burst of strength. Before Lucci could react, I managed to switch our positions, now having him pinned beneath me. His eyes widened for the briefest second before he regained his composure.

I smirked down at him, adrenaline coursing through me, making my chest rise and fall as I tightened my hold. "Not so confident now, huh?" I taunted, my voice dripping with satisfaction, savoring the rare moment of having the upper hand.

Lucci's expression was an intricate blend of irritation and something I couldn’t quite place—was it admiration, or perhaps amusement? His pride was visibly bruised, but his composure remained steady. "You're more trouble than you're worth," he muttered, his tone low and controlled.

I leaned in slightly, the smirk never leaving my face. "And yet, here you are under me," I shot back, my voice teasing, dripping with defiance. "Gotta say, maybe I might be the one enjoying this position." My words were deliberate, meant to provoke, and I didn't miss the flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.

With a playful tilt of my head, I pushed further, my tone laced with mischief. "You strike me as a man who can last multiple rounds. Tell me, ever tried this position with anyone?" I grinned, the challenge in my words lighting a fire between us.

The room seemed to hold its breath, the tension thick as Lucci’s gaze remained locked on mine, unreadable yet intense. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as if he was humoring the moment, though his silence spoke volumes. He wasn’t going to rise to the bait—not yet.

Before either of us could act further, my attention was drawn to Spandam, who was making a move toward Robin. His intent was clear, and it lit a fire of urgency in me. "Oh no, Robin!" I yelled, quickly scrambling to my feet.

Just as I was about to intercept Spandam, a powerful grip closed around my ankle, yanking me back with such force that I was sent sprawling to the ground. My face hit the cold, unforgiving floor, and the impact knocked the air out of my lungs. "Son of a..." I muttered, the pain throbbing as I tried to regain my bearings.

Lucci’s grip tightened further, his hold on me like an unbreakable vise. I twisted to look at him, his figure looming over me, his expression carved from stone. "You never learn, do you?" he said, his voice low and laced with a mix of exasperation and dark amusement, the sound sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

Despite the situation—or maybe because of it—I couldn’t suppress the defiant grin that tugged at the corners of my lips. Slowly, I lifted my head, my hands still bound behind me, both of us breathing heavily from the tension of the moment.

"Maybe... I just... need someone to teach me... how... to behave," I managed, my voice teasing, each word dripping with challenge.

For a moment, Lucci froze. His eyes darkened, a flicker of something raw and untamed flashing across his face. The air between us seemed to crackle with unspoken energy, heavy and charged. His grip shifted, his fingers tightening around my ankle, his jaw clenching as if he was fighting to restrain himself. His breath hitched—barely noticeable—but I caught it, a small victory in the dangerous game we were playing.

"Tell me... Lucci," I continued, my tone soft but laced with mock innocence, my chest heaving as the dress constricted my breathing. "Will you teach... your Kitten how... to... obey?" I smirked up at him, the challenge in my gaze unmistakable, daring him to react.

The room was suffused with an unbearable tension as everyone else held their breath. Jabra's laugh broke through again, sharp and incredulous. Blueno crossed his arms, his usually impassive face showing a hint of intrigue. "She’s either the bravest person here... or the craziest," he muttered.

Fukuro, ever blunt, added, "She’s definitely pushing her luck. But it’s kind of... entertaining?"

Spandam, meanwhile, was a complete mess. His face was red with frustration, his voice cracking as he screamed, "Lucci, stop playing with her and get her under control! This isn’t a joke!"

Franky, who had been quietly observing, finally chimed in with a loud laugh. "Yo, you guys need popcorn? Because this is one hell of a show!" he said clearly unfazed by the escalating tension.

Lucci’s grip on my ankle tightened further, his gaze boring into mine. Slowly, he leaned down until his face was only inches from mine, the tension between us a palpable force. His voice was low, dangerous, and unyielding as he growled, "Careful what you ask for. You might not like the lesson."

His head tilted, sharp features shadowed by a strange intensity, as if he were studying every detail of my defiance. Then, without warning, he lowered himself closer, his breath hot against my neck. I froze, my pulse racing as he breathed in deeply, nostrils flaring slightly as though catching something lingering in the air. His expression hardened, but there was a flicker of something raw and unguarded beneath his stoic mask.

"It's that scent again," he muttered, so quietly it was almost as though he hadn’t meant to say it aloud. The words sent a shiver down my spine, the rawness in his voice throwing me off guard.

His hair brushed against my neck, tickling me, and I couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped my lips.

“Is she laughing?!” Spandam shrieked, his voice cracking with frustration.

I tilted my head toward the sound, rolling my eyes. “Man, this guy’s annoying,” I muttered under my breath.

“I HEARD THAT!” Spandam barked, stomping his foot like a child throwing a tantrum.

Not bothering to shift my gaze from Lucci, I smirked and quipped, “Oh, so not only do you have bionic vision but bionic hearing too? Tell me, Spandam—if any of the guys in CP9 ever brought a woman here, would you hear that as well?”

The room went dead silent for a moment. Jabra’s laughter burst out like an explosion, echoing off the walls. “Oh, she’s got you there, Spandam! That’s gonna sting for weeks!”

Fukuro’s head tilted as if he were calculating something. “Given Spandam’s track record, I’d say the odds of that happening are less than one percent.”

Spandam’s face turned beet red as he flailed his arms. “SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU! LUCCI, DO SOMETHING!”

But Lucci didn’t move, his dark eyes still locked on me, his grip steady. His lips twitched, almost imperceptibly, as though fighting off a smirk of his own. “Stay quiet, Spandam,” he said flatly, his voice cold and commanding. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”

Lucci didn’t waver, his dark gaze fixed on mine. The tension between us was suffocating, his grip on my leg unyielding. But then, something in his demeanor shifted—a subtle yet unmistakable change. His presence felt heavier now, the weight of it pressing down on me like an unseen force. There was a hunger simmering beneath the surface, a primal intensity that was both dangerous and magnetic.

Still, I couldn’t help but smirk, my defiance unwavering. "Careful, Lucci," I murmured, my voice laced with mock sweetness. "You might just end up liking this."

His grip tightened in response, his fingers pressing into my skin with a force that bordered on painful. His eyes darkened further, a silent warning, but before I could push him any further, Jabra’s laughter shattered the tension.

“Chief, Lucci isn’t going to finish the job?” Jabra sneered as he got up from his seat, his sharp teeth gleaming. “Let me take over. She’ll be begging for mercy in no time.”

As Jabra began to approach, I turned my head, ready to unleash another cutting remark. "Now, you—"

Before I could finish, Lucci’s hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my words. My eyes widened in surprise as I struggled against his hold, even daring to lick his hand in an attempt to free myself. But his grip only tightened further, drawing a muffled yelp from me as I felt the raw power behind it.

Jabra was nearly upon us when Lucci, in one fluid motion, released my ankle and shoved Jabra with a force that was almost inhuman. The impact sent Jabra flying over a nearby chair, his body crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.

The room fell into stunned silence, the only sound my muffled “Mmmm!” against Lucci’s hand.

Jabra groaned from the floor, his voice laced with both anger and disbelief. “What the hell, Lucci?!”

Lucci slowly turned his head, his glare sharp enough to cut through steel. “Stay out of this, Jabra,” he growled, his voice cold and commanding.

The heat of Lucci’s breath lingered against my skin, every nerve in my body heightened by the tension between us. His hand remained firmly over my mouth, his sharp gaze boring into mine with a ferocity that sent shivers down my spine. My defiance wavered, just for a heartbeat, as curiosity sparked within me—a dangerous curiosity drawn to the raw power he radiated, as though he could break me in an instant but chose restraint instead.

I shifted slightly beneath him, testing the weight of his hold. My wrists strained against the bindings behind me, my chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. The flicker of movement caught his eye, his focus sharpening as if daring me to try something more. The intensity in his gaze made the world seem to fade, the chaotic murmurs of CP9 and Spandam’s useless yells dissolving into nothingness.

Lucci’s gaze remained locked on mine, his piercing eyes making the world seem to fade away. The chaotic murmurs of CP9 and Spandam’s incessant yelling dissolved into nothingness, leaving only the heavy tension between us. His hand, steady as ever, lingered on my face, but his thumb brushed against my cheek—so subtle, so fleeting, I almost doubted it had happened. Yet the gesture sent a spark through the air, the challenge between us thickening, a coiled spring ready to snap.

“Hey, kid! You okay?!” Franky’s voice broke through the moment, strained from where he was still chained up.

“Y/N!” Robin called softly, her calm voice filled with concern.

I turned my head slightly toward them, nodding in reassurance. Lucci still had his hand on my mouth, so I couldn’t speak, but I hoped they understood. Slowly, his hand released, trailing deliberately away from my lips before his fingers settled firmly at the nape of my neck.

“That’s it, Lucci!” Spandam cheered, his voice grating. “Show her what happens when you mess with CP9!”

“Let her go!” Franky bellowed, his frustration echoing in the room.

“You’ve been nothing but trouble since I brought you,” Lucci said, his voice low and clipped, his eyes burning into mine.

“Yet you were the one who wanted me in the first place,” I shot back, my tone sharp but teasing, my lips curling into a defiant smirk.

Blueno chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “I like this girl already.”

“Chapapa! She’s got a solid 1% chance of seeing the next day,” Fukuro added, grinning.

Jabra smirked, crossing his arms. “You’re awfully possessive for someone who’s supposed to be indifferent, Lucci,” he teased.

“Shut up!” Kaku and Hattori snapped simultaneously, their tones unusually aligned.

“What are you waiting for, Lucci?!” Spandam yelled, his impatience boiling over.

“Man, does this guy ever shut up,” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes.

Lucci lowered himself slightly, his sharp features cutting through the dim light as Hattori perched on his shoulder. The pigeon cooed softly before fluttering closer to me.

“Sweetheart, Lucci over here is really…” Hattori began, his voice carrying a peculiar tone of mischief.

A low growl rumbled from Lucci, cutting off Hattori mid-sentence.

“Don’t be mean to little Hattori,” I whispered, my voice laced with feigned sweetness, as the bird nuzzled against my cheek.

Lucci’s grip on my neck tightened, his fingers curling just enough to send a shiver down my spine. The look in his eyes was darker now, more intense, as though something inside him was fighting to stay in control.

“Lucci…” I began, my voice soft but challenging. “I know what you want to do… and it’s eating you alive.”

His fingers twitched slightly, his grip firm but faltering, the tension between us crackling like a storm about to break.

“And what is that, Kitten?” he murmured, his voice deep and rough as he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my skin.

I met his gaze, my defiance unwavering even as my pulse quickened. “You want… to… kiss me,” I breathed out, each word daring him to act.

His grip faltered for a fraction of a second, his hand sliding from my neck to rest against the side of my head. For the first time, his composure cracked, the controlled predator giving way to something far more human, far more dangerous.

Before I could say more, the chief's voice broke through the charged silence, his tone dripping with annoyance. "Enough of this! Stop wasting time and deal with her already, Lucci!" Lucci’s jaw clenched, his fingers twitching slightly against my temple. The crack in his composure was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by the cold, calculating mask of a predator.

"You talk too much," he muttered under his breath, his tone sharp yet strangely laced with something else—something he was trying to suppress.

Spandam clearly frustrated, barked out again. "If you’re not going to handle her, I’ll—"

"Silence," Lucci snapped, cutting him off with a sharp glare. The room fell quiet, everyone seemingly held in place by the sheer weight of his authority.

I took advantage of the pause to adjust my position slightly. But the second I shifted, Lucci grabbed my shoulder pressing down. "Don’t even think about it," he warned, his voice dangerously calm.

Despite myself, I laughed softly. "What’s the matter, Lucci? Afraid you’ll lose control?"

His eyes narrowed, a flicker of something primal flashing across his face again. But before he could respond, the sound of Jabra groaning from across the room broke the tension.

"Seriously, Lucci?" Jabra muttered again, his voice dripping with irritation as he staggered upright. Brushing off the dust from his jacket, he shot a glare at Lucci. "What’s with you? Let me have my fun for once—"

Lucci didn’t even bother to turn his head, his cold gaze fixed on Jabra from the corner of his eye. "You interfere again," he said, his tone dangerously low, "and I’ll make sure you regret it." His calmness only added weight to the threat, leaving the room heavy with tension.

"Listen, you cat bastard!" Jabra snapped, stomping toward us, his temper boiling over.

Before anything could escalate further, the chief, now visibly fuming, stormed forward with rage. His sudden move caught everyone off guard—everyone except Lucci. But before Lucci could react, the chief’s boot swung forward and struck the side of my head with brutal force.

Pain exploded in my temple, sharp and searing, as the kick sent me sprawling. A strangled gasp escaped my lips as I hit the side of the floor, my vision swimming with stars. My strength faltered, and the pounding in my head drowned out almost everything else.

"Stay down!" the chief barked, his voice filled with venom, as he towered over me. “You remind me so much of her,” said the chief with distain. “Who the..” I muttered. 

I fought against the pull of unconsciousness, struggling to stay alert, but my body refused to obey. The pain was too much, and my head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Around me, I could faintly hear Robin and Franky’s frantic voices.

"Y/N!" Robin’s cry pierced through the haze, her voice trembling with fear and anger.

"Get your hands off her, you filthy bastard!" Franky roared, the sound of his struggle echoing in the room.

I blinked sluggishly, my vision fading in and out, trying to focus on anything around me. I caught a brief glimpse of Lucci, still as a statue, his expression a cold mask of indifference—or was it something else? His fist clenched tightly at his side, the knuckles white.

But it was no use. The pull of darkness was too strong. My body went limp, and the faint shouts of my name faded into a dull hum. The last thing I saw before everything went black was Lucci his gaze sharp and unreadable, as if he were deciding his next move. Then, silence.

Flashback ends…

[thecrutonking]

the beauty of writing One Piece x reader fanfiction is I can make any plot i want…. and that means I can make Reader beat the crap out of characters we hate as a whole

[cesienthusiast]

[vermillyons]

your boyfriend and your fellow assassins who were on the island that got carpet-bombed to smithereens? don't worry about it, even if they survived they're all fired and fugitives now 👍

but not your dipshit boss!

cp9!reader x lucci would be so funny bc what if you're away on some mission during the enies lobby arc and you're so ready to get the mission over with because it's been years since you last saw lucci and when you come back it's just

[inseobts]

hiiii!! i LOVE ur fics so mucchh and lowkey felt shy to dump my very vivid and detailed request lmao 🤣 i just thought of a random blurb bc i’m in my feels from reading angst and hurt/comfort, but can you do a fic of angst (ending happy/fluff) with ace x y/n? y/n and him are together on whitebeard’s crew and they got into an argument and stuff when they landed on an island to get supplies and chaos erupts when the marines arrive. their argument hasn’t been resolved but everyone is obviously occupied in getting back to the ship and fighting to escape. ANYWAYS y/n was actually their target and captured her bc she is actually a powerful fighter with a fruit that could be useful to them (idk u pick lol something that’s important as robin-level where it’s vital they retrieve her like idk her fruit can read any script i.e. poneglyphs yadda yadda). and then when the crew depart and do a headcount they realize one member is missing (womp womp) and ace gonna go FERAL to get her back and digging that knife of regret of saying hurtful things during their unresolved argument and cutscene to y/n getting beat tf up like how robin was beat up in water 7 from that mf spandam when imprisoned. OUHHH AND IMAGINE ACE’S REACTION WHEN HE SEES THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE ALMOST DEAD TO A PULP AND COMMITS ARSON and ends happily with y/n back and recovering and them finally resolving their arguement (cue: fluff). tl:dr basically an ace x y/n centered fic in a water 7-type scenario. IM A VERY ACTIVE MALADAPTIVE DAYDREAMER AND I NEED TO BE FED (tysm if u take on this request lmao ik it’s so detailed i hope it’s not too much i’m just itching for more one piece fics and i love ur work) 😭🫶🏼

Embers of Regret

portgas d. ace x reader

a/n: the more detailed a request is, the easier it is to write the fanfic, so don't worry—I actually appreciate it a lot! \^o^/

words count: 4.7k

tags: violence, romance, angst to fluff

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

“You never think, Ace!”

“And you never let things go!”

The argument has been boiling for days, maybe even weeks, but now it’s all spilling over in the middle of the town square, where the crew is supposed to be stocking up on supplies. The streets are noisy with merchants and villagers, but to you and Ace, it may as well be just the two of you standing here, tearing each other apart.

“You act like nothing matters!” you snap, glaring at him.

Ace crosses his arms, irritation flashing in his dark eyes “And you act like everything does!”

“Because it does!” You throw your hands up “This crew, the people we care about, you—none of it is guaranteed, Ace! But you just charge ahead without thinking, like you’re invincible, like nothing can touch you!”

“I can handle myself” he says, jaw tightening.

You shake your head, frustration clawing at your throat “That’s the problem! You think it’s just about you, but it’s not! We... I care about what happens to you!”

Ace scoffs “Right. Because you love worrying so damn much. Maybe you should focus on your own fights instead of wasting time on mine.”

The words cut deep as your breath catches.

You shake your head, frustration boiling over “You act like nothing can touch you... but newsflash, Ace, you’re not invincible! One day, you’re gonna get yourself killed, and—”

He scoffs, cutting you off “And what? You’ll cry about it?”

You freeze.

The air shifts.

Ace seems to realize what he just said, but his pride keeps him from taking it back. The damage is done.

You inhale sharply, forcing yourself to push down the sting “Got it,” you say flatly “You don’t need me watching your back or even care about your damn life. Noted.”

Before he can respond, you turn and walk away.

Ace watches you go, his fists clenched. He should call after you. Should apologize. But he doesn’t.

Then the Marines come fast and hard, hitting the town before anyone even realizes what’s happening.

Civilians scatter as armed soldiers flood the streets, and the Whitebeard Pirates instantly snap into battle mode. Marco takes to the skies, Thatch barks orders, and Ace ignites.

He fights like he always does, fast and reckless, flames cutting through the chaos. But his mind keeps drifting, eyes flicking toward the battlefield, searching for you.

He sees you in the distance, fighting off a wave of Marines. You’re holding your own. Of course you are.

And then someone shouts “Retreat to the ship!”

The command echoes through the town, and the crew begins pulling back toward the harbor. Ace doesn’t see you right away, but he assumes you’re moving with the others. You’re strong. You can handle yourself.

He fights. He runs. He gets to the ship.

And he doesn’t notice. Not yet.

The Moby Dick sails away from the island, the battle fading into the distance. Everyone is breathing hard, wounded but alive. The crew takes a moment to regroup, catching their breath, tending to injuries.

Then Marco speaks.

“Alright,” he says, rolling his shoulders “Let’s do a count.”

Ace leans against the railing, arms crossed. His chest is still tight with lingering anger, but he tells himself he’ll talk to you once you’ve both cooled off.

“One, two, three… is anyone missing?” Marco is counting the division commanders first, then working his way through the rest.

The atmosphere is still tense, but there’s relief too. They made it out. Everyone’s here.

Until Marco stops and looks at Ace with a frown.

Ace barely registers it at first, lost in his own thoughts.

Then Marco lifts his head “Where’s Y/N?”

Silence.

The world seems to stop.

Ace’s heart slams against his ribs. His stomach drops.

“I don't know... We had a fight, she's probably just avoiding me?” he says, too sharply.

Marco scans the deck again, his expression darkening “So... she’s not here.”

Ace laughs shortly, disbelieving “What are you talking about? She was fighting, I saw her—”

“And did you see her get on the ship?” Marco’s voice is serious now.

Ace opens his mouth, then stops.

A cold, terrible realization creeps up his spine.

No.

No, he didn’t see you board.

He assumed. He thought you were strong enough to make it back. That once you were safe on the ship you were just avoiding him. That you needed space.

But now...

His hands start shaking.

“Turn the ship around” Ace demands, voice low, dangerous.

Marco’s expression is grim “Ace...”

“TURN THE SHIP AROUND!”

Flames burst from his body, flickering wildly with his panic, his fury at the Marines, at himself.

He left you behind.

He left you.

And if the Marines wanted you enough to set a trap for the whole crew... Ace’s breath catches. His vision blurs with pure, unfiltered rage.

He doesn’t care if he has to burn the entire damn ocean.

He’s getting you back.

Pain.

That’s the first thing you register when you regain consciousness. A deep, searing pain spreading through your body, sharp and unrelenting.

You try to move, but your wrists are bound, shackled in heavy seastone cuffs that sap your strength. Every inch of you aches, bruises blooming across your skin, blood drying where fists and rifle butts had struck you.

The Marines didn’t go easy on you.

“You’re awake.”

A voice.

You lift your head, forcing your swollen eyes open. A high-ranking Marine stands in front of you, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

“You’re quite the prize,” he muses “A rare Devil Fruit ability, strong enough to stand alongside Whitebeard’s division commanders… No wonder they keep you so close.”

You glare, lips cracked, but you manage to spit out, “Go to hell.”

The Marine smirks “I think you misunderstand your situation.” He steps closer, his shadow stretching over you “The World Government has big plans for you, Y/N. You have two choices: cooperate… or break.”

You bare your teeth, eyes burning with defiance “Screw your choices.”

The Marine sighs like he expected that answer. Then his fist collides with your ribs, hard enough to make you choke on the pain.

You don’t scream. You won’t give them the satisfaction. But deep down, there’s a gnawing fear.

Where is Ace?

Does he even know you’re gone?

Or did he leave you behind without a second thought?

Aboard the Moby Dick, Ace has never felt this kind of terror before. Not when he faced death, not when he fought impossible odds.

But now that he knows you are out there, captured, hurt, alone… It’s unbearable.

The moment Marco looks everywhere on the ship and then confirms you’re missing, Ace doesn’t hesitate. His flames surge, wild and desperate, as he grips the ship’s railing “We turn back now.”

“Ace!”

“NOW!” His voice cracks, his body trembling.

Marco exhales, sharp and frustrated “You think we don’t want to?! The Marines planned this... if we storm in recklessly, we could lose more than just Y/N.”

Ace knows that. He knows.

But all he can think about is the last thing he said to you. The way your face had twisted in pain before you walked away.

The regret is suffocating.

“Then tell me where they took her,” he growls “I’ll go alone if I have to.”

A heavy pause.

Then a voice cuts through the tension “We’re not leaving her.”

Ace turns. Whitebeard stands at the helm, his expression unreadable “She’s family,” he says simply “And we don’t abandon family.”

Ace’s breath shudders.

They’re going back.

He’s getting you back and nothing in the world will stop him.

Your head throbs. Your body is battered. The seastone cuffs burn against your skin, draining your strength, making every breath feel heavier.

Time is a blur, hours, maybe days, lost between moments of pain and exhaustion. But you refuse to break. Even when they strike you. Even when they try to force your cooperation. Because if there’s one thing they’ll never take from you it’s your will.

Footsteps echo down the corridor. A different Marine this time, younger, hesitant. He kneels in front of you, his voice low “I don’t know if you can still hear me,” he mutters “But Portgas D. Ace?”

Your heart stops.

He leans in, glancing around as if afraid of being overheard “He’s coming for you.”

A weak, broken breath escapes you.

Ace.

The Marine shifts uncomfortably and mutters “Looks like he's ready to burn the world down.”

You close your eyes.

And for the first time since you were captured, hope flickers in your chest.

Ace is coming, and he’s bringing hell with him.

Later on the Marine base is eerily quiet, the dim torchlight casting long shadows against the damp stone walls. Somewhere outside, the sound of crashing waves echoes, but inside your cell, there is only the distant clatter of boots and the dull throbbing of your wounds.

You’re too exhausted to keep your head up, but you force yourself to stay conscious. Every second you stay awake is a second they don’t win.

Then the door creaks open again.

“Still alive?”

You barely react, but the voice isn’t one you recognize.

Another Marine, older this time. Not the usual guards. His uniform is crisp, and his presence carries an air of authority. He steps closer, hands behind his back, looking down at you like you’re some rare specimen.

“You’re lucky, you know,” he says casually “Most pirates we capture don’t get this much attention.”

You don’t answer. You don’t have the strength to waste on his games.

“You’re valuable,” he continues “And I’m not just talking about your affiliation with Whitebeard.” His sharp eyes scan your injuries, as if calculating how much more you can endure “Your Devil Fruit, that’s what the higher-ups are interested in.”

You don’t flinch, but inside, your stomach knots.

Of course. Your ability to manipulate minds with a single command. A fruit so rare, so dangerous, that in the wrong hands, it could change the tides of war. Or worse.

“Imagine what we could do,” the Marine muses “With just one word, you could make entire enemy fleets surrender. You could make criminals confess. You could turn Yonko commanders against their own crews.” He kneels in front of you, voice dropping lower “Or you could make Whitebeard himself bow.”

Your jaw tightens.

They don’t just want to use you.

They want to turn you into a weapon.

For a moment, you don’t say anything. Then, through cracked lips, you force out a bitter laugh.

“You think I’d help you?”

The Marine tilts his head “You will. Eventually.”

Your glare is unwavering “Never.”

“You’ll come around.” he smiles “Or I could just kill you and find the Devil Fruit later on so that I can eat it myself. One way or another. The question is how much pain you’ll endure before you give up or die. Either way we win.”

Then he turns to leave.

“Get some rest,” he says “Tomorrow, we start breaking you properly.”

The door slams shut.

You squeeze your eyes shut, swallowing down the fear creeping in your chest.

They won’t break you. They can’t.

Because Ace is coming, and when he does, this whole damn place is going to burn.

Aboard the Moby Dick, Ace is losing his patience.

It’s been a day since they turned the ship around. A day too long.

He paces the deck like a caged animal, flames flickering around his fingers, jaw clenched so tight it hurts. The crew keeps a careful distance, no one is dumb enough to try and calm him down.

No one can.

He keeps replaying it in his head. The argument. The way you walked away. How he let you.

And now you’re gone.

“Oi, Ace.”

Marco’s voice cuts through his storming thoughts.

Ace turns, his glare sharp, but Marco doesn’t flinch.

“We found the base.”

Everything inside Ace goes still.

“Where?”

Marco tosses him a map, already marked “Marine stronghold, isolated island. Not heavily fortified, but enough of a problem if we’re reckless.” He gives Ace a pointed look “We need to be smart about this.”

Ace grips the map so tightly it crumples “They have her.”

“I know,” Marco says evenly “And we will get her back. But you losing your head won’t help.”

Ace’s fists tremble. He knows Marco’s right, but all he can think about is you, locked in some cell, hurt, alone, and how he left you.

“How soon can we be there?” he demands.

“By sunrise,” Marco says “We’ve got a plan. But Ace...”

Ace looks up, and Marco’s expression is grim.

“You better be ready for what we might find.”

Ace doesn’t hesitate “I don’t care if she’s at death’s door. I’ll bring her home.”

His flames surge brighter, hotter.

He will get you back, and if the Marines think they can keep you than they’ve never seen what happens when fire goes unchecked.

The moment the Moby Dick reaches the Marine base, chaos erupts. The crew descends like a storm. Thatch, Marco, and the others carving a path through the soldiers, clearing the way for Ace.

But Ace barely registers any of it. All he knows is that you’re in there, and he needs to find you.

“Ace!” Marco calls, dodging a Marine’s sword “Stick to the plan!”

But Ace is already breaking away.

He storms through the base, his fists burning, taking out anyone who gets in his way. The halls are a maze, twisting corridors that all look the same, and with every empty cell he passes, his panic tightens like a noose.

Where are you?

His breathing is ragged, flames licking at his skin as his frustration builds. She should be here. You should be here.

He shoves a Marine against the wall, his grip searing into the man’s uniform “Where is she?” Ace growls, his voice sharp with fury.

The soldier screams, thrashing “I—I don’t know!”

Ace snarls and knocks him out cold.

Then he runs.

And runs.

And runs.

But every hallway looks the same. Every door leads to nothing. He’s not finding you.

A new kind of fear claws into his chest, but he knows he can’t think like that. He won’t.

“Ace!”

Marco’s voice.

Then hands gripping his shoulder, yanking him back.

Ace whirls around, flames flaring “What?!”

Marco doesn’t let go. His expression is firm, unwavering “You’re wasting time.”

Ace shoves his arm away “I’m finding her!”

“No, you’re panicking!”

Ace’s breath is uneven, his vision blurred with frustration “She’s not here, Marco!” His voice cracks, desperation leaking through “I don’t—I don’t know where she is!”

Marco’s gaze softens just slightly “Then we regroup.”

Ace shakes his head violently “No.” Every second he isn’t moving is a second you’re suffering, a second too long “You don’t get it—”

Marco grips his collar, dragging him close “I do get it” he says, low and fierce “But if you let yourself fall apart now, we lose her for real.”

Ace stops breathing for a second.

Lose you.

The thought is unbearable.

Marco keeps his hold steady “We will find her. But not like this.”

Ace swallows hard. His body is still shaking, fire curling around his fists but he forces himself to listen. To stop running in circles. To think.

He exhales sharply “Then tell me what to do.”

Marco nods “We need intel. And I know where to get it.”

Pain is a familiar companion now.

You don’t know how long it’s been. Hours? Days?

It doesn’t matter. You’re still here. Still breathing.

Your body is too weak to fight. Your mind too drained to resist. But you keep holding on because you know he’s coming.

Even when the Marines laugh about how the Whitebeard Pirates will never breach the base. Even when they say you’ll be locked away forever.

You know better.

Then a distant explosion. Shouting. Gunfire. And fire.

Your heart lurches.

He’s here, but the door doesn’t open, and the sounds of battle grow further away.

Your stomach twists.

Did something happen?

No. No, you won’t think like that.

You force yourself to move, just slightly, leaning against the cold stone wall. You don’t have much left in you. But if there’s even a small chance, you have to believe Ace will find you. He has to. Because you don’t know how much longer you can last.

“Alright, talk.”

Ace slams the Marine officer against the table, his fire dangerously close to igniting the man’s uniform. Marco stands behind him, arms crossed, while the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates keep the room secure.

The officer trembles, sweat dripping down his forehead “I—I don’t—”

Ace tightens his grip “Wrong answer.”

The flames grow hotter. The Marine yelps, eyes wide with terror “Okay! Okay!”

“Where is she?” Marco demands.

The officer swallows hard “She—she’s in the lower dungeons. Isolated. Special containment.”

Ace’s flames flare. Of course... Seastone.

That’s why he couldn’t find you. Why his Haki wasn’t sensing you.

Ace lets go, and the officer slumps against the chair, gasping for breath.

Then Ace turns and runs.

Your vision is swimming now.

You don’t know how much longer you can hold on.

Then an explosion. Not distant, but actually really close.

And then your cell door is ripped open.

A burst of fire floods the room, bright and blinding. And through the smoke you finally see Ace.

You think you might be dreaming.

Because his face, his expression... he looks destroyed. Like something in him has been broken ever since you disappeared.

Then he’s kneeling in front of you, hands hovering over your battered body like he doesn’t know where to start.

“Y/N.” His voice is raw, barely more than a whisper.

You try to smile “Took you long enough.”

Ace lets out a shaky breath, a laugh, but not really. More like he’s trying to keep himself together.

“Shut up,” he mutters “You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

But he doesn’t sound convinced.

His fingers tremble as he undoes the seastone cuffs, his flames immediately warming your ice-cold skin. His touch is so careful, so gentle, like he’s afraid you’ll break apart in his hands.

You lean into him, too weak to do anything else.

His arms wrap around you instantly, pulling you close.

You feel him shaking.

“I thought I lost you” he chokes out.

You close your eyes.

“I knew you’d come.”

Ace swallows hard, burying his face in your hair.

Then, quietly “I’m so sorry.”

But there’s no time to say more, because the base is still burning and the fight isn’t over yet.

Ace holds you tighter, his fingers pressing against your bruised skin like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his grasp again. But you barely register it.

The exhaustion, the pain, the relief, it’s all too much.

The world tilts and then everything goes dark.

When you wake, everything seems slow and heavy, like surfacing from the depths of the ocean, your body weighed down by the bruises, the fatigue, the lingering ache of the seastone cuffs.

You shift slightly, wincing at the pain, and that’s when you realize there’s warmth. Ace.

He’s slumped over at your bedside, arms folded against the mattress, his head resting there like he’d been watching you and passed out. His face is hidden by his wild mess of black hair, but his breathing is deep and steady.

He looks exhausted.

You blink slowly, taking in the dim light of the infirmary, the distant sound of the waves outside. It’s quiet. Safe.

You made it back, and Ace never left your side.

You manage to lift a hand, your fingers brushing against his hair.

He tenses as his eyes snap open, unfocused for a second before locking onto you.

“Y/N.”

Your throat is dry, your voice barely a whisper “Hey.”

For a second, he just stares, like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real.

Then his jaw clenches, and he sits up, running a hand down his face. “Shit.” His voice is raw, hoarse, like he hasn’t spoken in hours “You—you scared the hell out of me.”

You offer a weak smile “Pretty sure you did more damage than I did.”

Ace exhales sharply, his fingers twitching against the sheets “Don’t joke about that.”

His voice is too tight. Too strained.

And when you really look at him he looks like hell.

There are dark circles under his eyes, his skin paler than usual. His hair is messier than normal, his hat discarded on the floor. His usual reckless energy is gone, replaced by something quieter.

Something heavy.

“You didn’t sleep, did you?” you murmur.

Ace scoffs, but it’s humorless “How was I supposed to sleep?” His hands curl into fists “They had you. They hurt you. And I…”

He cuts himself off, looking away, jaw clenched so tight it might shatter.

Guilt.

That’s what it is.

The weight of everything he said before. The things he didn’t say.

You swallow, shifting slightly, ignoring the way your ribs protest “Ace.”

He doesn’t look at you.

You push yourself up on weak arms, reaching for him “Ace.”

His gaze flickers to you.

“I should’ve been there.” His voice cracks “I should’ve gone after you the second you walked away. I should’ve—” He shakes his head violently “I let you go. And because of that, they took you.”

You take a slow breath “Ace...”

“You could’ve died, Y/N” His hands tremble where they grip the sheets “Because of me.”

You watch him carefully.

This isn’t just guilt.

It’s fear.

You reach for him again, your fingers curling around his wrist “But I didn’t.”

His eyes snap to yours.

“And you found me.”

Ace swallows hard “Barely.”

“But you did.” You squeeze his wrist, grounding him “Ace, I knew you’d come for me. No matter what.”

His breath is uneven, his entire body tense “What if I had been too late?”

“You weren’t.”

He shakes his head, but this time, his shoulders tremble “I can’t—” His voice lowers, raw and broken “I can’t lose you.”

Suddenly, all the anger, all the bitterness from your fight before, it feels so small. Because none of that matters now. Not when you almost lost each other.

You tug gently at his wrist, and after a second, he moves. Slowly, hesitantly, he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.

His skin is warm. His breathing is shaky.

But he’s here and so are you.

Your fingers lift, brushing against his cheek “You won’t lose me.”

Ace lets out a shuddering breath, his hand coming up to cover yours, pressing your palm against his face like he never wants to let go.

You stay like that for a long moment, the storm inside him settling just slightly.

Then he whispers “I’m sorry... For everything.”

You smile softly, thumb brushing over his cheekbone “I know.”

He exhales, pressing his face further into your touch “I love you, Y/N.”

Your heart clenches.

Because despite everything, despite the pain, the fear, the regret, you never once doubted that.

You smile, fingers tangling in his hair.

“I love you too, hothead.”

Ace lets out a breathless laugh, wet and shaky, but real.

And when he finally kisses you it tastes like fire, and ash, and home.

He holds onto you like you’ll disappear if he lets go. His forehead is still pressed against yours, his breath uneven. You can feel the heat of his skin, the way his fingers tremble slightly against yours.

Everything feels so fragile. Like the moment could slip away if either of you move too fast. But you don’t want to move. Not yet.

Not when you can feel the way his heartbeat stutters under your touch.

Not when he’s finally here, safe, with you.

And then, quietly “You really scared me, y’know.”

You let out a breath “You scared me,” you murmur “Burning down a whole Marine base like a lunatic.”

Ace scoffs, but his grip on you tightens “Would’ve burned the whole damn world if I had to.”

You believe him. You always believed in him. Even when you were angry. Even when you walked away.

That fight. The reason you stormed off in the first place. It feels so distant now. But still, it lingers.

You take a slow breath “Ace…”

He pulls back slightly, eyes searching yours “Yeah?”

You hesitate “Before all this… before we landed on that island…”

Ace tenses. He knows what you’re talking about.

Your fight.

The argument that hadn’t been resolved before everything spiraled into chaos.

Ace shifts, running a hand through his messy hair “You were mad at me.”

You raise an eyebrow “Oh, you think?”

Ace sighs “I know.”

You look away, your fingers gripping the blanket draped over you. The memory of the fight comes rushing back. You had been reckless during a raid. You thought you had it handled. But Ace had jumped in, flames blazing, telling you to stop being so damn stubborn and let someone help you for once.

And you had snapped because it wasn’t just about the raid. It was about everything.

The way Ace always threw himself in danger, like he had to do it alone. The way he always acted like his life didn’t matter as much as everyone else’s.

And when you told him that, when you yelled at him for it, he threw it back in your face.

And now, after almost dying, after being taken, after him almost losing you, the weight of it crashes down on both of you.

Ace lets out a heavy sigh, leaning back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Guess I really was an idiot, huh?”

You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow “Oh? Now you realize?”

Ace groans, dragging his hand down his face “You’re really gonna rub it in while you’re still half-dead?”

You smirk “Absolutely.”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head, but then his expression softens. His golden eyes flicker with something raw, something real.

“You were right” he says quietly.

That makes you pause.

Ace doesn’t say things like that often.

“You were right,” he repeats, voice hoarse “I do act like that sometimes. Like it doesn’t matter what happens to me. Like…” He swallows hard, gaze dropping “Like I don’t deserve to be saved.”

Your chest tightens.

“But then you got taken,” he continues, voice barely above a whisper “And I—” He clenches his fists “I would’ve burned the whole world down to get you back. No hesitation. No second thoughts.”

He looks up at you then, something pleading in his expression.

“And that’s how you felt, isn’t it?”

You don’t answer right away, because you don’t need to. Ace already knows.

You sigh, leaning back against the pillows “You do deserve to be saved, Ace.”

Ace exhales, rubbing the back of his neck “Yeah, well. Guess I finally get it now.”

You shake your head with a small smile “Took you long enough, hothead.”

He lets out a weak laugh, then leans forward again, pressing his forehead against yours.

It’s warm. Comforting. Safe.

You close your eyes, exhaling softly “Next time we fight, can we just skip to this part?”

Ace huffs out a laugh “What, the part where I almost lose my mind looking for you?”

You nudge him weakly “No. The part where you admit I was right.”

Ace groans dramatically “Ugh, never mind. You’re insufferable.”

You smile, your fingers brushing against his. But then you feel something wet against your skin.

You pull back slightly, confused “Ace…”

He blinks, startled “What?”

You reach up, brushing a thumb under his eye.

“You’re crying.”

Ace freezes. For a second, he looks caught off guard, like he hadn’t even noticed.

Then, before you can say anything else, he lets out a choked laugh, rubbing his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

He sniffles slightly, then smirks at you through his tears.

“Look who’s the one crying at the end.”

You stare at him. Then you laugh with him. A real, genuine laugh.

Ace grins, his hand finding yours again, fingers lacing together. His grip is warm, steady, alive.

And when he squeezes your hand gently, you know neither of you will ever walk away again.

[oxittocin]

Yo! I heard you were a Nico Robin simp well so am I , I don't know if you have watched Enies lobby ( I bet you have ) but I was wondering if you could write Robin on the bridge of justice ( I forgot the name sorry ) and how she was being beat by spandam and boom !! A male reader ( if possible ) could come save her before she reaches the gates of justice , ( badass intro ) and Robin is like surprised but happy to see that her that friends ( nakama ) kept their promise . torture spandam a little cause he deserves it ( he really does ) and finally remember when like the buster call happens and Robin has a panic attack and starts hugging her knees ? Well could the male reader like comfort her,hug her a little speech just to make her feel strong again ( she deserves it ) ... And then time skip to gallila family hotel were everything is fine now but Robin can't help but think about the moment were male reader helped her feel better with his words ,the way he felt against his hands his words....just fluff and stuff...

It will be greatly appreciated from you I know I can count on you and continue the Robin- chawn stuff your doing great.

Adios -🕊️ Anonymous 🕊️

three squeezes (nico robin x reader)

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for my fellow nico robin simp. nico robin has pretty hands, i just know it.

cw: gn!reader, all my homies hate spandam

Nico Robin’s hands were her deadliest weapons.

The Hana Hana no Mi that she had eaten granted her the ability to sprout her limbs on any surface - a trick that was particularly useful in submission moves. A quick flick of her wrists can render opponents helpless to her chokeholds. Falling to their knees, with necks twisted at odd angles. Caught off guard up till the final breath that they take.

A perfect assassination.

All without getting blood on her pretty hands.

———————————————

“Do all the hands you sprout make you more proficient in sign language?” You asked one afternoon while you and Robin lounged on the deck. It was, by all means, a stupid question, but she had been silent for the past 10 minutes and you were just dying to break the ice.

If she had thought you were stupid, she was kind enough not to show it. Letting out a thoughtful hum, she responded semi-seriously, “I imagine the extra hands might make it a little confusing, no?”

“Right.” You said, embarrassed. Turning your head away from her so that she doesn’t catch the pink hues on your cheek, you continued, “Well, there are certain universal signs that transcend language.”

“Like what?” She asked, quizzically, turning to face you with raised eyebrows.

You reached your palm out towards her, beckoning her to place her hand in yours. She wore a look of confusion, but obliged nonetheless.

With her soft hand interlocked with yours, you held her hand gently and gave her three soft squeezes.

“Are you sure this is universal?” She asked, sounding even more confused than before, “What does it mean?”

Giving her a cheeky smile, you shrugged as you playfully responded, evading her question, “Yeah, it’s universal. I read it in a book.”

———————————————

Spandam’s hands were delicate, but not in a good way. It was delicate in the way where you knew that this man never had to raise a finger in his life to get to where he was today. In other words, he was a leech.

Still, every slap on her face and every yank of her hair still pained Robin. Not because it hurt physically, but because each touch and each glance was laced with so much hatred and degradation that she can’t help but feel the weight of her existence latching onto her back.

For a moment, she believed that she deserved Spandam’s assault. If she didn’t exist, then perhaps the Strawhats wouldn’t have been in this predicament. If she didn’t exist, then perhaps her mother might have still been alive. Perhaps it is only with her death can the world finally be at peace, she thought.

It rendered her immobile, helpless to the weak man in front of her, raining blows all over her being.

Suddenly, she was 8 again. Stranded and helpless, unable to cry yet overwhelmed with bottled up pain in her core that had no where to go. Tears welling in her eyes as she choked on each sharp gasp of air that she took - the Devil Child the Marines feared so greatly, reduced to a picture of a feeble child struggling to stop crying.

“How pitiful.” Spandam mocked in glee, raising his hand, aiming for yet another smack on her face.

———————————————

It is hard to tell the passage of time when you’re having a panic attack.

Curled up in fetal position on the floor, shivering in fear as she hugged her legs close to her chest, Nico Robin never felt more pathetic.

In fact, she couldn’t remember much of what happened. She heard the cannons from a distance - a sign of the beginning of the apocalypse. Then, all she remembered were Spandam’s hands - yanking at her hair, dragging her body against the rough floor, slapping her across the face whenever she tried to resist. She had long accepted her fate before she realised that the beatings had stopped.

Ha, perhaps it is better this way, she thought, as least they didn’t have to see me like this.

When she closed her eyes, she fully expected it to be the last time - Ohara was gone, and all she could do now was to join them.

What she didn’t expect, was to feel your palms wrapped around her pinky finger, tugging at her, giving her three soft squeezes.

The warmth from your palms felt like the ambrosia to her pain. A certain surge of hope coursed through her body as opened her eyes. Seeing your worried face, she gave you a faint smile. Weak hands cupping your face affectionately, she whispered in disbelief, “You came.”

“Took the trash out too.” You returned her smile with a smug one of your own, pointing towards an injured Spandam, lying lifelessly on the ground.

As you carried her weakened body in your arms, desperate to bring her to safety, she said softly to you, “I found out what it meant. The three squeezes.”

You hoped she didn’t notice the faint blush on your cheeks - you tell yourself it’s from the exhaustion of the day’s events, and not because you had the woman of your dreams in your arms.

“Ah, did you?” You chuckled, keeping your eyes on the path as you skilfully avoided the debris and Marines chasing after the two of you. The same way you tried to evade any further questions from Robin.

She nodded, wrapping her arms around your neck as she leaned against your chest, knowing that she was finally safe in your embrace.

———————————————

You couldn’t keep your hands off her, and she could tell.

You’ve gotten a little bolder since you carried her out of Enies Lobby, she thinks.

She could tell by the way your hand hovers around her waist in case she loses her footing. She could tell by the way your touch lingers when you tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ears. She could tell when you rest the back of your hand against hers as you sat beside her in comfortable silence.

She didn’t hate it.

In fact, she found your shyness sweet. The roundabout way you confessed your adoration for her to be…

How would she describe it?

It was non-imposing in a puppy-like ‘I’ll wait for you’ kind of way. Every time she so much as glances at you, you’d light up wearing a cheeky smile on your face. If you had been a puppy, she could imagine your tail wagging excitedly.

“What are you laughing at?” Noticing her smiling to herself, you opted to join her, taking a seat beside her.

“Puppies.” She hummed, cryptic smile on her face as she turned to face you.

Perhaps it was because you were too lost in her smile, that you didn’t notice that she had slyly intertwined her fingers with yours.

It was true what they say - that Nico Robin’s hands were her deadliest weapon, because you swore your heart almost stopped when you felt her squeezing your hand gently, four times.

[arkaiveofurown]

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hello! ♡

thank you so much for wanting to send in a request. i just started posting my fics here this month and i can’t believe so many of you are enjoying them already—i really appreciate it! here are just a few rules to help keep everything smooth and fun:

• characters i write for:

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• what i write:

fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, suggestive, smut

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dark content (noncon, incest, abuse, etc), yandere, vampire/werewolf theme, omegaverse, character x character ships (i only write reader-inserts for now!)

• reader format:

i usually write fem!reader but i try to make it as gender neutral as possible. may include traits like princess!reader, strawhat!reader, or childhoodfriend!reader—feel free to specify if you have a vibe in mind!

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[kana-daydreams]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚��𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞

[ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈 ]

summary: this piece follows the canon plot of Enies Lobby arc in which you are a marine unfortunately under Spandam's command, but happen to be on the side of the enemy. genre: gen cw: violence, mild swearing wc: 2k Kana's notes: This is my first attempt at a reader-insert fic, so read at your own risk. Also, this is a one shot. I just chose to divide it into three parts as personal preference. Anyways~ enjoy my little rose petals. 🥰

Specks of ashes pollute the air around you from atop the Tower of Law and the faint scent of smoke wafts past your nose as your wide eyes stare up at what was once for decades, a universal symbol of justice.

I can’t believe it. They burnt the flag!

You continue to watch in horror as the flames eat away at the blue and white fabric of the World Government flag until you’re suddenly torn out of your stunned state at the shrilling scream reverberating against your eardrums from beside you. 

"Are you insane?!"

You turn to look at your boss, Spandam, a man with lifeless lavender hair and a leather mask, flourishing his arms angrily at the six individuals standing in line several feet across from you atop the parapet of Enies Lobby's courthouse.

"Don’t think that you’ll be able to survive after making the entire world your enemy!" Spandam finishes, shrinking back when one of them lets loose, a war cry in response.

"Bring it on!" 

You direct your gaze at a young boy donning a red vest paired with blue knee-length shorts and a straw hat dangling from a string around his neck, his face more than familiar to you, even though this is the first time you are seeing him in the flesh. A boy with one of the largest bounties and the captain of the infamous Straw Hat Pirates, Monkey D. Luffy. 

"Robin! Say you want to live!" He screams at the top of his lungs, directing his attention at the tall, slender woman with dark hair to your right. 

At his words, you notice her bite down onto her quivering lips as uncontrollable tears gush down her tan face stained with bruises, and your own lips subconsciously tilt into a frown. 

You fold your arms and think to yourself that the boy pirate was wasting his words on a dead woman. Dead because she'd given up on life due to a fate she could never outrun. However, you're taken aback when momentarily the voice of said woman echoes throughout the once tense air, an underlying and longing desire clinging to every word that cries its way out from within the deepest depths of her soul. 

"I want to live!" She steps forward, and without a care, leans over the partially damaged stone wall in front of her. "Take me to the sea with you!"

A wide and satisfying grin graces Luffy's expression as well as his crew's and as if on cue, the drawbridge of the courthouse starts gradually lowering, stirring up panic in your boss and excitement in the CP9 members who, like you, had been silently observing the entire scene.

One of your hands reaches to rest on the hilt of your sword, preparing yourself for the pending fight. Though, as the drawbridge reaches barely halfway across to the tower where you stand, it stops, and you hear Spandam heave a sigh of relief from beside you.

Cowardly bastard.

He pulls Nico Robin harshly by the arm before barking orders at you to secure Cutty Flam standing further to your left who’d earlier somehow broken himself free from his chains.

Keeping your hand still on the hilt of your sword, you step forward approaching him with tentative steps, but you stop when you hear a click, followed by the subtle sound of whirring and your eyes flicker down to his exposed abdomen which to your astonishment, opens to reveal some kind of compartment. 

You're both freaked out and amazed by the sight, but only for a moment as your hand moves to unsheathe your sword when he reaches into his augmented body, retrieving weathered parchments of paper. 

He reveals it to be the blueprints for the ancient weapon, Pluton, which Spandam demands he gives to him, but like the flag, it is incinerated within minutes and by Cutty Flam himself. 

Spandam fumes at what was his chance for a promotion and in his dramatised rage, stalks up to him and with a hard shove, pushes the machine man off the tower.

He is however saved from falling to his demise when a train with a painted face of a shark, hurls off the courthouse, midair at lighting speed and crashes into the storey beneath them.

Sheer panic grips Spandam. Not due to the train crashing into the building, but rather because of the Straw Hats who’d hitched a ride on it, meaning that they were here, in the Tower of Law.

Spandam with a firm grip still around Nico Robin’s arm, drags her along as he paces towards the gaping hole in the wall behind them, destroyed earlier by Cutty Flam when he attempted to escape with her.

He then bellows out to you and one of the CP9 members, Rob Lucci, to act as his sword and shield, ordering the remaining CP9 agents to eliminate the Straw Hats.

"Why are you stopping?" Spandam stops to look at his prisoner behind him in the dim light of an underground tunnel.

You and Lucci who flank either side of him, follow suit looking at Nico Robin whose attention is fixed in the direction of the entrance you came through minutes ago.

He calls out to her once again, but she continues to ignore him, too occupied with whatever it was that had caught her attention.

Spandam grits his teeth at her stubbornness and orders you to get her to start moving. You send him a curt nod before moving to grab her by the arm and start pulling her gently towards you. When she doesn’t comply, you tug on her arm again, this time with a bit more force.

"Keep moving," you say, your voice stern.

She follows your instruction and you keep behind her as she walks, but she instantly stops when she’s met with Spandam’s face mere inches away from her own.

"Don’t tell me you still think the Straw Hats are coming to your rescue?" He cackles and Nico Robin recoils to dodge the rain of saliva that falls from his mouth. "How stupid!" He continues to tease her for holding onto the vain hope that her friends would come to her rescue, since there were no signs of them throughout their entire journey through the tunnel, and because he firmly believed there was no way the pirates could find their way around in the tower’s maze.

"We should get going chief." Your voice abruptly cuts him short of his deranged laughter and although he casts you a frown, annoyed that you’d interrupted him, he relents.

As the four of you ready yourselves to continue on your endeavour to reach the Gates of Justice, a familiar voice rips its way out from the distance behind you, echoing off the stone walls.

Spandam’s eyes widen and his motions become frantic when he recognises who the voice belongs to.

Monkey D. Luffy.

It seemed that you were up against an intelligent opponent, your thoughts surmised. He had to be if he was able to find the secret passage that led to the tunnel, but since you didn’t know Luffy personally, you didn’t know better.

"I’ll take care of the pirate, chief," you tell Spandam, but before you could move, Lucci puts a hand on your shoulder, and you crane your neck to look up at him.

"Take the chief and Nico Robin to the gate, I’ll handle the straw hat," he says, not giving you time to respond as he begins to saunter in the direction of the entrance.

You watch as his tall figure recedes further down the tunnel. "Show off." You scoff under your breath before grabbing a hold of Nico Robin, ushering her and Spandam in the opposite direction.

Minutes later you’re marching up a winding staircase, your view of the outside world still concealed by tall brick walls.

In front of you, Spandam yells into a transponder snail trying to get into contact with the other CP9 agents he’d left behind to deal with the Straw Hat pirates.

"Hey! Are you listening? Say something!"

No response comes from their end and your expression shadows one of dread realising why when you notice the golden transponder snail in his left hand. 

"Chief?"

"What?!" He snaps around, giving you a disapproving look. 

You point a finger at his hand. "That’s not the correct snail."

"Huh?" His brows crinkle in confusion at your words and he looks down at his hand, his expression soon mirroring your own.

Robin, who comes to realise the situation due to Spandam loudly announcing his careless mistake of requesting a buster call, screams at him to cancel it, her expression overtaken with pure fear.

"Cancel it now or it will be a disaster!"

Spandam doesn’t listen to her pleas, not even when she recounts her devastating, first-hand experience of the catastrophic effects that follows a buster call. 

Instead he argues that his mistake served a virtue highly valued by the World Government: Justice.

You fight the urge not to scoff and roll your eyes at his alleged reason though you can't hide your grimace at what he says next.

"If we need one hundred deaths in order to save one thousand lives, we’ll kill those hundred without hesitation on the spot. Besides, those incompetent soldiers who couldn’t stop the invading pirates are better off dead!" He cackles in hysterical laughter, but it fizzles out when he realises everything he said was broadcasted to the entire island of Enies Lobby through the regular snail transponder in his other hand.

He tries to play it off, though you know only a fool would believe his lie and right after he finishes his fib, Robin takes the opportunity to warn everyone to evacuate the island. 

Aggravated by her insolent action, Spandam slaps her, the brute force of it sending her toppling down a couple flights of stairs.

Below you, her body lies limp and Spandam leaves your side, making his way towards her. 

He looms over her, his cold harsh voice ordering her to get up, not caring about the injuries she had just sustained.

Robin winces as she peers weakly up at him. "Cancel the buster call right away. There might still be time." She continues to persist, but Spandam only responds that his pride is worth more than the life of his subordinates. 

Still her resolve doesn’t waver, and irked by this, Spandam grabs her by the collar of her leather zip-up dress, pulling her up and after they exchange a few words which involved him mostly bragging about Lucci’s strength, he raises a leg preparing to punish her for her unyielding spirit, but finds himself unable to do so at the hand that seizes his leg.

His eyes trace their way up to the arm of its owner, coming to rest on your face. "What the hell are you doing marine?!" He tries wriggling his leg out of your firm grasp.

"Stopping you from killing her, chief." You let go of his leg and he staggers back falling with a heavy thud onto the stairs. "Don’t you need her alive?" You reason. 

"I wasn’t going to kill her, you idiotic woman!"

Your expression remains passive at his insult, though inside you rages a war to keep yourself from bashing in his head for insulting you.  

You should have already gotten used to his abrasive words considering you've been working under his command for a few years, but they—he—always tended to test your patience. 

"My apologies chief. I misread the situation." You reluctantly outstretch a hand to help him up.

He ponders whether or not to accept your help, still salty that you stopped him from unleashing his anger on Nico Robin.

He eventually takes your hand and while you help him up, Robin uses it as an opportunity to escape down the stairs.

Alerted by this, Spandam pushes you aside when he rises to his feet and starts chasing after her.

You mumble out a curse at his ungratefulness before following behind them, almost crashing into his back when he suddenly comes to a halt.

You watch as he reaches for the sword slung over his shoulder and mutters to it, a command. 

He then brandishes it forward and the blade immediately transforms into the head of an elephant with a razor-sharp trunk.

The creature extends out of his sword and surges forward like a serpent at high speed, aiming at Nico Robin and upon contact, it slams her against the wall, which cracks under the strength of its force.

Part II - Part III

© 2023 kana-daydreams

[miscelliteeous]

Been thinking about Spandam again a lot lately for some reason. I was majorly into him back when the Enies Lobby arc was coming out a looooong time ago (please understand this makes me feel very old!) like I printed off pics to keep in my school folders, had a very elaborate selfship (well over a decade before I even heard that term) and all that jazz. Held off on posting this for over a week because it feels a little weird sharing this since they're super old concepts.

Anyways! All that to preface that these headcanons are a tiny bit new, but most are very old concepts from my selfship getting dusted off. Some are a bit toxic, but I mean, it's Spandam, of course they are.

Spandam Headcanons

-General Relationship/History-

He met you through his father’s connections when the two of you were children. Your parents and his arranged a marriage and you and Spandam are expected to accept it.

You spend a month with him every year while your respective parents have a vacation together at a resort.

Spandam whines and bosses you around and you’re expected to put up with it because he’s a year older and his father is a higher rank than yours and this trend continues through the rest of your relationship.

Despite this, you do somewhat enjoy his company, as his weaknesses mean you get to step up and play hero to him often, even if he isn’t the most grateful. And around your teens you realize you do find him cute, even if you would never admit it.

The yearly meetings end when you’re in your late teens and instead you’re stuck having to help plan a reluctant wedding that neither of you are sure you want.

The wedding is long and boring, but you and Spandam surprise each other by having a good time complaining about everything together.

As the years go by and he rises in rank (cough nepobaby cough) you’re by his side, and you get to see a side of him others rarely see. After about a year together, he’d shocked to realize he actually DOES love you, in his own way.

He can be sweet! He likes to spoil you by buying you gifts, and he makes sure you know how expensive/rare they are.

Please join him in being a smug asshole to others and he will be over the moon. Assert your authority belittle, demean, he likes having someone to back him up when he's talking shit.

Honestly can be a pretty shit husband, not gonna lie. You’d need to learn basic combat skills (ideally you’d be trained to an almost Cipher Pol 9 level but he can’t always get what he wants) because in addition to being married to him he’d be expecting you to defend him sometimes.

Do not expect him to put himself in harms way for you though, and he would push you to the ground if it would buy him more time to save himself in a crisis.

No matter how many “spill proof” cups you buy him, he constantly proves them wrong. At least he’s easy to buy gifts for.

It bugs him IMMENSELY that CP9 vastly prefers interacting with you and they actually have a little respect for you.

He does brag about you a lot to his underlings, but its usually in a "my wife is better than you" way, putting others down.

You get to see him without his mask more than anyone else, and he often uses it to elicit sympathy and praise from you. When he’s in a bad mood he’ll sometimes say his face is your fault for not protecting him.

Spandam goes between phases of “no PDA in front of anyone” and “clingy and handsy”, depending on his mood.

The relationship can be rather ‘slap, slap, kiss’ at times, but he doesn’t really hold it against you if you give as good as you get. Sure, he’ll whine and complain that you’re unreasonable, but he’s known you long enough to not take it personally.

So basically: he won’t hesitate to slap you if he’s in a bad mood, so slap him the fuck back! Just be careful, he’s a lot weaker than you. But he’s pretty durable.

Regardless of any fights, he has trouble sleeping at night if he’s not curled up with you so any issues are cleared up before bedtime. He’s much more manageable when it’s just the two of you.

-Family Relationship-

He'd be perfectly happy and fine with never having to see your family again if you don't.

His family though? You’re stuck visiting Spandine any time Spandam wants to.

You’re both expected to continue the family line asap.

Spandam wouldn’t be any extra help during pregnancy, the most he’d do is hire you some assistants or have Funkfreed out more often for you to lean on or to bring you things.

50/50 on if he would miss the birth. It depends on if there’s a work opportunity or not. If he has a chance to rise in rank, he’ll take it.

Same goes for birthdays, anniversaries, and any other holidays. Anything to boost his own standing always comes first.

I’m sorry but there’s a good chance the child would inherit the darker face markings too, or at least the eye ones.

An even worse father than he is a husband, leaves the childcare to you or a nanny. Will not change diapers, clean up throw up, etc.

Still has a fondness for his kid because it’s his, especially if the kid reminds him of himself.

The type to try and buy his kids love and respect.

Unless you took massive steps to curb it, the kid would likely grow up to be a spoiled brat who looks up to Spandam and never realizes how lonely they really feel in his company.

-Misc-

The type to toss and turn in his sleep. Not because he’s tormented or anything but because he can never find the perfect angle to sleep in.

Spandam would only admit it when you’re alone with him, but he likes to lay his head in your lap and have his hair stroked, very calming for such a stressed out guy.

Goes between extremely secure in the relationship to worrying he might lose you to one of his subordinates if you talk to them too long. Then he’s clingy for the rest of the day.

His favorite date spot is anywhere that has a good and highly expensive steak. The price is important because he likes reiterating to you that he can afford very nice things/bragging.

Even if you’re taller, he’d likely call you things like “my little Y/N”, because it makes him feel big and powerful.

During anniversaries when he IS there, he breaks out the good whiskey and likes to has a drink with you.

He acts like he likes black coffee but when he can, he has a SUPER complicated drink order at coffee shops and gets very annoyed when it’s wrong.

You have to put up with him going “don’t you know who I am?!” in public with the dignity and grace that he severely lacks.

If push comes to shove, he wouldn’t hesitate to put your life at risk for his own but he would be very moody and shockingly (to himself) upset with himself for a long time, feeling guilty is something he’s not used to at all.

That being said, it would almost certainly not come to that and you still rank higher in his heart than anyone else.

He’s at your mercy when healing from the Enies Lobby incident and badly injured, but he deserves to be smacked hard for almost leaving you behind during the Buster Call.

Is a lot less smug and a lot more humble towards you after his extensive recovery and being moved to an underling position in CP0.

He becomes a LOT more clingy too, and would prefer you be at his side at all times.

[angelsdevils]

Spandam x Reader

Title: Let's Learn To Love No Warning

You walked down the aisle in your white gown. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were being married to him. Your eye twitched as you saw Spandam standing there, not looking at you. It had to be him of all the people you could have married. Your parents must have hated you because this wasn’t funny. Once you stood in front of him, Spandam looked away from you.

“That dress makes you look fat.”

“Can it, barney.” The bridesmaids and grooms, along with the priest, sweatdropped. Spandam took your hands in his as the wedding progressed due to being forced to and just wanting to get this over with. Much to your and Spandam’s dismay, no one objected, so you were officially married. You might be wondering why you couldn’t just run out on this wedding. It was because it was an arranged marriage.

“You may now kiss the bride.” Spandam made a face, as did you, as he lowered down to your lips and kissed you. You both pulled away, trying to fake happiness. You both walked out of the hall, not wanting to stay, and went home to your new shared house. Once you guys walked through the door, neither one said a word to the other. You began to remove your dress, not caring if Spandam was there or not. Spandam glanced at your body, and as much as he hated to admit it, you had looked beautiful tonight, but that didn’t change the fact he didn’t like it. He stripped to his boxers, and you had long put your oversized sweatshirt on. You looked at the big.

“The bed looks small.”

“What do you mean it’s a king-sized bed.” Spandam rolled his eyes.

“I will still be next to you.” You mumbled, getting in bed, turning your back to him and he huffed doing the same.

“Just go to bed.”

“I plan to, so shut up.”

“You shut up.” Spandam sighed, and you closed your eyes. Not long, you had finally fallen asleep. Spandam, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep. He didn’t know how he was supposed to accept that he was married to you. Should he try to love you, or should he continue to keep things the same? He turned back around and looked at your back. You were had turned in your sleep, your hair covering your face. Spandam had an urge to move your (H/L) (H/C)hair out of your face so you wouldn’t suffocate. Once he attempted the nice gesture, he noticed your face was scrunched up, and you were sweating.

“She must be having a nightmare.” He moved his hand back to his side, not knowing what to do. You started to whimper in your sleep, gripping the sheets. Your past is coming back to you in the form of a dream. Your home went up in flames, and the people were crying and begging for a savior. Spandam continued to watch you and decided not to wake you because he knew it would have end up in an argument. He closed his eyes and finally went to bed, deciding to think in the morning. It was now the middle of the night, and you had shot up out of bed panting and sweating. This startles Spandam, and he falls out of bed.

“Owe...” Spandam grumbled and got back into bed about to curse you, but he kept his mouth shut once he saw your face.

“(Y/N), are you okay?”

“Yes, I am fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You lay back down, and Spandam sighed, laying back down but pulling you to his chest, which causes you to squeak.

“Whether we like it or not, we are married now. We might as well learn to trust each other.” Spandam mumbled.

“W-What are you saying.”

“You know what I am saying. If I say it, I will regret it.”

“You want to learn to love each other?” He only nodded.

“And in order first step is to at least try and calm you down after a nightmare.” He said, tightening his grip on your waist. You blushed gently and turned to face him, and he looked down at you. He gave you an encouraging smile, and you blushed.

“I still hate you.”

“That’s okay. We can have a love-hate relationship.” Spandam said.

“I heard those are the fun relationships.”

“Hmhmm, it never gets boring.” You smiled slightly and decided to sleep in Spandam’s arms that night.

“Thank you. I feel better now.”

“If you ever wanna talk about it, I am all ears.”

“Be careful with what you say.” You warned.

“And why is that?”

“I may fall in love.”

“Eww, please don’t.” You both laughed softly, and Spandam captured your lips, and you kissed back, holding his face. You smacked his shoulder when he pulled away, and he only chuckled, closing his eyes.

“I hate to say this, but you were beautiful at the wedding.”

“Eww, and you were quite handsome.”

“That’s the only compliment you are getting from me.” You guys say in unison, but you kept cuddling his chest as his arms were around your waist.

“Good night, Spandex.”

“Good night, ugly duck.”You both finally drifted to sleep, knowing neither of you meant the hurtful things you said to each other. The sun peeked through the curtains, and you rubbed your eyes before feeling your head on something firm. You looked up to see Spandam’s arms around you and your head on his chest. You shook your head, pecking his lips, and slipped out and went to make breakfast. Just as you finished up, Spandam walked in, rubbing his eyes, and went to grab a plate. But you smacked his hand.

“I didn’t make that for you.” He looked at you, narrowing his eyes, and you narrowed them too. He tried to grab it again, but you beat him to it shoving it in your mouth, grinning. Spandam grinned, grabbing your wrists and pushing against the table, taking the pancake back.

“Ha. I win.” You pouted, pushing him away.

“You owe me a pancake.”

“Whatever, loser.”

“tsk leathery freak,” you mumbled and tossed an egg at his back which caused him to leap into the air. He grabbed the pancake batter and poured it on your head. You gasped.

“You did not!”

“I so did.” You grabbed the flour and poured it on his head until he was a ghost. He growled and grabbed some eggs, tossing them at you, and you shook up a bottle of soda, and for the next few hours, you guys had a food war. It wasn’t an angry food war either. You both were laughing hard. Both your and his parents walked in and stopped to look at the mess. You and Spandam stop dead in your tracks.

“What the...heck.” They said.

“We can’t even let you guys live together, can we?”

“You guys hate each other that much?”

“Hate?”

“Each other?” You both blinked, and you both laughed.

“Oh my god, Spandam, you look like a unicorn puked you out.” He managed to have glitter mixed with sprinkles, cake batter, soda, flour, and everything in the fridge.

“You look like a slime monster puked you out.”

“You both look horrible clean this mess up.” They left shaking their head. You and Spandam looked around at the mess and sweatdrop.

“This is gonna be a pain.”

“No kidding.”

“It was worth it, though. I had fun.” You said, laughing, and he laughed as well as you guys started to clean each other up, and the house that looked like a food tsunami went through.

“You know it won’t be bad trying to love you,” Spandam said.

“I agree. I think I can get used to this by far.” You leaned in and pecked his lips shyly, and he blushed.

[admin-in-residence]

Now you see me, Now you don’t...Kaku, Lucci, Jabra.

Request: A new member of CP9 who can exist nowheres and anywheres, and likes to scare people, watch people sleep when stuck with a bout of insomnia.

Kaku

Most of CP9 weren’t too concerned over the new member who had been assigned to CP9, but of anybody to be the most “welcoming” it would be Kaku.

Assigned by Lucci to receive the new recruit, Kaku had been waiting for you to be dropped off at the docks. Nothing out of the usual, he had found a comfy spot atop a supply crate and simply waited.

And waited...

And waited some more.

Impatiently tapping his foot against the crate, Kaku was trying to debate what to do...how could someone be so late, had their ship docked at an island and set the pace back? Surely they would have heard of any delaying news...

Kaku was just about to report back to Lucci, when he caught a slight bit of movement behind him.

Startled and caught off guard, Kaku scrambled off the supply crate, crashing down to the wooden dock with an undignified yelp.

“I didn’t think you would scare that easily...” Your very first words to him, with a cocky smirk plastered on your face.

Rather unpleased with the introduction, Kaku felt himself tense.

“Your late recruit.” Kaku replied, the smirk slipped off your face with a look of confusion taking place.

“Excuse me?”

“Your late...you were meant to be here an hour ago.”

It was very quiet for a few minutes before your shoulders started shaking and Kaku, now standing upon the dock, narrowed his eyes...surely he hadn’t made you cry?

The complete opposite in fact, you tilted your head back, a sharp laugh ringing out.

“You say that i’m a hour late?” You laugh. “Dear, I've been  here for an hour sitting beside you. I thought you were testing me or something making me sit here in silence.”

Kaku stiffened. There was no way you were here with him...he would of been able to sense your presence.

“That’s impassable-I would hav-” Kaku started to say, before you slowly started to fade away. He swiftly shut his mouth as you had fully dissipated.

“Perhaps I should tell you about me devil fruit?” You said, the man turning around to see you behind me.

“I exist...but I don’t. My devil fruit allows me to appear and dissapear as I please...you wouldn’t be able to sense me if I simply choose to appear, yet not exist...confusing correct?”

Kaku blinked in reply.

Of course...that was just the introduction. Kaku should have known better then to expect any simple and sane person...it seemed that you had taken a liking to him...choosing him as one of your primary targets to pop up and scare every now and then.

Kaku would have thought he could get used to it...but without the ability to sense when you would appear, it made him seem like any other normal person.

But what really got him...were the nightly visits.

Each and every member of CP9 had their own little quirks, goods and bads...and it seemed as if your own downfall was the insomnia you suffered. The inability for you sleep led to you filling your time elsewhere.

When Kaku awoke in the middle of the night, he figured he would just be able to roll over and go back to sleep.

But there was that small little glint that had him swiftly out of bed, his sword drawn and pressed to the intruders neck.

“Easy there! Do you always sleep with a sword under your pillow? Seems kinda dangerous...” You spoke up.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? Do you know how late it is...it’s like 3 in the morning!” Kaku exclaimed, quickly withdrawing his sword and sitting back down.

“Actually, it’s only 2:30. But good guess.” You replied, smiling cheekily.

Kaku’s face wasn’t smiling back.

“Y/N go back your room and sleep.” Kaku muttered, slumping backwards upon his bed.

He hardly heard you and looked at you.

“What was that?” Kaku asked.

“I can’t sleep...not anymore. My devil fruit won’t allow it...”

Kaku studied their face carefully...seeing the raw emotion...the tiredness, and despair that filled their shadowed face. And for once...Kaku felt bad for them.

Despite all of the trouble that they give them, after that night...Kaku became a lot more lenient with their jokes.

Lucci

Everybody in CP9 was eagerly waiting to see the new recruit. When Kaku appeared without anyone by his side, there was an uproar from other members, however Lucci waited patiently for their explanation. 

“I’ve brought Y/N with me.” Kaku said quietly.

Jabura let out a bellowing laugh and asked the other member if he had gotten his eyes checked recently. Spandam, let out a harsh yell about the disappointment...but Lucci narrowed his eyes.

Kaku wouldn’t lie...which meant the member was somewhere in this room.

Then he felt a small breeze of air...and a soft touch upon his shoulder, before a certain pigeon-sized weight dissapeared off of it.

“Aww! He’s so cute...I didn’t know you guys had a pet! What’s his name?”

Lucci remained calm, turning his head around to look at Y/N over their shoulder. The new member blinked happily at him, their hands carefully holding onto Hattori.

Chaos went up around him, Spandam let out a unmanish scream at the sudden appearance, Jabura chocked on his own words, Kumadori gaped, Fukuro let out a long line of gibberish words, Blueno blinked in surprise and Kalifa narrored her eyes.

“Sorry for the sudden appearance...you should have seen Kaku...he didn’t even notice me for an entire hour!” 

Jabura’s shocked face twisted into laughter, but Lucci’s face turned into a smrik.

“Your a devil fruit user.” Lucci stated. Y/N nodded. Everyone around them calmed and listened to their new member.

“My devil fruit, as I explained to Kaku, gives me the power to appear anywheres, and nowheres...a better explanation is that I can exist...and not exist, however I may choose. It’s a bit confusing...” Y/N explained, before turning back to cuddle Hattori who gave a soft coo at the sudden attention.

It was fairly simlple after that...Y/N had a habit of appearing out of nowhere’s to scare the other members...but the one they could never get was Lucci.

They would appear upon the table as he ate breakfast, the man simply staring at them before Hattori moved to join her shoulder.

During the early morning training sessions, they would fall upon his back when he stopped to take a rest, merely slipping off of the fine hard muscles.

They would appear halfway out of a wall...but nothing could get Lucci. In fact...it seemed that it went the opposite way.

Y/N would be getting something out of the fridge, not paying attention, and an arm would pop over grabbing a can of something or a peice of meat... they would be shocked at the sudden appearance of the CP9 member...

Or the time where they had been training with Kaku, and just as they dissapeared and reappeared, Lucci stood arms crossed in front of them with a new mission request.

It seemed as if the man knew exactly where he was going to be.

At night...Y/N wandered the hall...the ability to exist and not exist took a toll on their body...but the one time they had attempted to drift off to sleep they had dissapeared, stuck in this field...a void, it had taken a long time to crawl back out to the existing world...and after that  they tried to avoid sleep until they couldn’t anymore...collapsing in order to be too exhausted for their devil fruit power to activate.

On this particular night, they had choosen to observe Lucci.

Even while asleep, he remained calm and collected...his arms stuck strictly to his sides, eyes shut...chest rising slowly. Hattori cooed softly in his sleep, perched upon the headboard of Lucci’s bed.

As the sun begin to rise over the edge, Y/N stood, moving to leave the room.

“Seastone cuffs.” Lucci’s deep voice called.

They bristled, hairs on the back of their neck raising in surprise.

“Sorry...what?” Y/N asked.

Lucci’s eyes remained close but his chest moved at a faster rate.

“Seastone cuff’s. just put one on...it will negate your ability, but not leave you weakened enough to be a lump of mush.” Lucci said quietly.

The next night...Y/N followed Lucci’s instructions...

When early morning training began, Y/N hadn’t shown up. Lucci went off in search of the young recruit.

Knocking on the door, he waited for the recruit to open the door...but the sound of soft snores greeted him..and Lucci decided to leave you to rest in peace for the first time in what he presumed was a while.

Jabura

From the very second you had appeared behind Lucci, Jabra was first...stricken because, nobody can just appear like that...and second...amazed on how useful this little trick would be to annoy everyone else.

After the meeting had finished, and you had returned Hattori to Lucci, Jabura was the very first to offer to show you around and to your room.

Lucci raised an eyebrow at the odd request...and the unusual generosity. Not wanting to lose this valuable member so soon...but neverthe less allowed Jabura to show you around.

Jabura kept it simple. Training grounds...Kitchen...Spandam’s room, and finally leading you to your own room.

You thought he was going to dismiss you and leave, but when he follwed you into your room, you crossed your arms.

“You obviously want something.” You said.

Jabura let out a chuckle.

“That devil fruit power of yours is pretty great and all...but have you ever thought of using it for the greater good?” A dark smile appeared on his face.

You couldnt help but return the smile.

“And what would this so called greater good be called?”

And that was very simply that...the two of you became thicker then theives. The two of you constantly plotting amongst each other to scare the others.

Scaring Kaku coming back from training, by popping your head through a wall.

Startling Blueno as you rose up from the floor.

Dropping from the cieling to scare Kumadori and Fukuro.

Jabura was always there to catch the startled faces that appeared on the surprised faces.

The best was always Spandam though...during a meeting, you would simply appear behind him, happily announcing your prescence as he lept 5 feet in the air.

But when night came around and everyone turned in...it left you behind. As everyone drifted off to sleep you were left, wandering the halls, reading books, making things in the kitchen...never finding the sweet peacful sleep you so desperatly wished for.

So you found yourself visiting the other members during the night hours, watching over your newfound teamates, and dare you say friends...

Jabra was the lightest sleeper.

He always sensed when you came into his room...he didn’t question it, but he was still curious.

One morning...Lucci had dissapeared during early morning training, and you werent anywheres in sight. Not that he was worried. But just to make sure, he went off in pursuit to find you.

Instead he found Lucci walking away from your door.

The two passed by each other quietly, and Lucci turned down the hall just as Jabura turned into your room.

You were asleep...pretty hard too, your hair was tangled and messed up, blankets tossed around...and one seastone cuff glittered upon your arm.

Jabura put the piece together pretty quickly. And he decided to take a seat...

This time he would turn the tables and watch over you...