My Crew Needs Me ~ Part 25
Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader, Sanji X Robin
This is part 25 of the poly series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:
Word Count: 3593
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!!SPOILER WARNING!! Spoilers for the anime for the Water 7/Enies Lobby arc (through episode 288).
Summary: The Straw Hats infiltrate the Tower of Justice, and they race against time to find Robin before she's taken through the Gates. CP9 holds the keys to her freedom, and the crew will win or die trying to get her back.
Rating/Warnings: AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Polyamory, Kissing, Canon Typical Violence, Blood, Injuries, Pet Names, Swearing, Angst, Mild Body Horror (I guess? it's in the show)
A/N: Sorry for the longer wait on these chapters, friends! Apparently action takes me longer to write than smut, lol.
Luffy’s rallying call was followed by the creaking and scraping of the drawbridge, excitement and hope stunning you.
“Our reinforcements pulled it together after all. And just in time too,” Sanji praised, his words fading out at the sound of the Franky Family yelling that it was up to all of you now.
Luffy crouched down, yelling one more time to your crewmate across the waterfall.
“Hey Robin! We’ll save you no matter what!”
Shouts from marines below were followed by the booming of weapons against wood and stone that dashed your hopes.
Luffy and Sanji yelled down at the enemies, and you saw the bridge stop halfway, all of that work for naught.
You almost didn’t catch the sight of Franky lighting something on fire, burning pieces of paper floating away in the wind.
“We were passing down the blueprints to that ancient weapon to make sure it wouldn’t get used by scumbags like you. But I know Tom would have done the same thing.”
You saw Spandam, and all of CP9, staring open mouthed at the blue haired shipwright, and you knew you were missing something big.
“If you guys make a weapon now, we won’t be able to fight back,” Franky continued, ignoring Spandam’s quivering threats.
“But that’s only possible if you take Nico Robin through the Gates of Justice. I was wrong about you, Robin. You’re not a monster. And you’ve got friends willing to fight for you. Everything’s resting on the Straw Hats now.”
He looked over at you all with a nod, and you swore you saw him wink.
“And I’m betting on them.”
Voices of the Franky Family carried up to the tower, cheering, yelling that they were coming for him. He leaned over the edge to call back to his people, still ignoring the wails of Spandam as he mourned over the loss of those burnt papers.
Ignoring that pathetic man was a mistake, and you gasped as Franky was flung over the side of the building, Spandam’s arms shaking after shoving him over.
You watched in horror, hoping he would survive, until a voice called out of your pocket.
With a jolt, you pulled out the snail, Nami frowning at the grating voice berating you.
“Kokoro,” Nami questioned as you lifted the snail so you could hear her better.
“I left it on, I heard everything. Why are you all just standing around?”
“The bridge broke.”
“There’s no way over!”
You and Nami explained at the same time, yelling over the shouting voices of the rest of the crew.
“Jump into the waterfall! Give it all you’ve got, trust me!”
A train whistle blasted from below, moving closer.
“It’s the sea train,” Luffy laughed, the mischievous sound sending off alarm bells in your mind.
“What’s with that devious chuckle,” Usopp questioned, but he was too late.
Luffy’s arms stretched out behind the whole group, shoving you off the building.`
Plummeting toward death with nothing but Luffy’s arm at your back, and the screaming and crying forms of your crew, you braced for the end.
The end appeared as the beat up train charging over the half lowered bridge, flinging through the air toward the tower.
Tears were streaming from your eyes as you landed on top of the train, body aching with more bruises as you scrambled to hold onto something.
Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck!
Nothing ever felt real with this crew. Especially as the train slammed through the wall, stone bricks turning to dust and debris as this miracle train skidded to a halt.
Your head swam, dizziness and nausea making you feel like you were still flying after your body left the train, scraping through the rubble.
“Hey, hey, Granny? You okay? Answer me!”
Franky’s voice confused you, and you groaned as you heard Kokoro answering him.
“Alright, we made it! Come on, you guys, get up already!”
You groaned louder at Luffy’s enthusiasm, hearing your hesitation echoed amongst the crew.
“Come on, you’ve been through worse than that!”
“We’re not all made of rubber, you know,” Sanji grumbled, more groans filling the room.
You didn’t know where to hold, pain dotting across your body. You could feel the tickle of blood from a scrape on your shoulder, and your right knee felt like it was hit with a hammer.
Robin.
She was waiting. You stood up, shaking it off, watching your crew do the same.
Chopper and Usopp yelled, hyping themselves up, while Zoro growled, preparing to draw his swords.
You couldn’t help but smile at everyone, determination set on all your dusty, bruised faces.
“See, you’re all just fine,” Luffy complained.
“You know, you guys are a bunch of weirdos. I felt like I should point that out,” said the blue haired man in a speedo with guns in his arms.
“There’s a staircase,” Luffy pointed, already running. “We’d better move it if we’re gonna find Robin.”
“Not so fast,” came a strained voice, high, but rough.
The group spun, finding the source of the voice in the corner of the room, pressed against the ceiling. He was dressed in a black suit, his body so round that your mind couldn’t shake the image of a balloon that had lost its string as he stared down at you.
As he began to speak again, you noticed the dangling of what looked like a golden zipper pull at the corner of his mouth, and wondered what sort of teeth you were seeing behind his lips.
“So you’ve invaded the Tower. There’s no point in going on. Lucci’s already taken Nico Robin to the Gates of Justice, along with Chief.”
“Oh really,” Nami asked with a smirk. “Thanks for telling us where we should start looking.”
You tried to cover your laugh with a cough, but didn’t think you were successful.
Why do so many bad guys love to just tell us everything?
“Why��d I tell them that,” the zippered man muttered to himself.
“He’s not too bright,” Chopper grumbled your thoughts, and you started to get angry again.
Angry at the stupid, evil government, and their stupid, evil agents.
He pulled himself together, puffing his already puffed up chest before spewing threats down at you.
“If you want Nico Robin, you’ll have to fight through all five of our agents.”
“Duh,” Luffy said, and you had to turn around, chewing on your lip to fight your laughter this time.
I’m going insane.
Zoro touched your shoulder, pulling his fingers away with blood from that fresh scrape.
You tried to listen as the group kept talking to that idiot, but Zoro’s worried look distracted you, his eyes and gentle fingers roaming over your banged up body.
“I’m okay,” you whispered as he kissed your forehead.
We don’t have time for this.
“This might be the key to Nico Robin’s sea prism stone handcuffs,” the ceiling creep teased as he held an ornate key up into the light.
“Sea prism stone,” Franky questioned.
“It’s a stone that nullifies devil fruit powers,” Nami explained. “It’s like she’s trapped in sea water.”
Ice filled your gut at the thought of your powerful Robin, so helpless with these monsters.
“So be my guest. Go try to save her if you think you can. But without the right key, she’ll be trapped in those cuffs for the rest of her life. Mine might be the right key, but you’ll have to fight all the other agents for their keys just to be sure–”
Luffy’s fist was there, smashing into the stone, dust falling from the ceiling.
“Damn,” he complained, as the man had escaped at the last second. “I guess all the CP9 guys can use that move.”
“So we’ve gotta beat every CP9 agent, and get all their keys before we can grab Robin,” Zoro asked, frustration in every word.
“What a stupid way to keep us busy,” Sanji grumbled. “While we’re wasting time on this key hunting game, the chief is going to escape with Robin.”
The zipper man was kicking through the air, floating somehow as he continued to taunt you.
“Our first priority is Robin. Let’s ignore that weirdo, and get her first.”
You nodded at Nami’s words, the group already moving toward the stairs.
He tsked at you all, dangling the key out before him.
“If you do that, you’ll leave me no choice. I’ll toss this key into the ocean. We’re kind enough to give you a sporting chance. See ya!”
He buzzed off through the air, as if the balloon just released its air, quickly flying away.
Zoro grabbed onto Luffy before he could follow, trying to wrangle Luffy into deciding on a plan before splitting up.
We’re splitting up.
“He said there’s 5 agents with keys, we need to spread out. Let’s take them down, then meet up.”
Sanji’s voice was strong, reassuring, especially when his warm hand found yours.
Zoro gripped Luffy’s shoulders, tilting his head down to look in his captain's eyes.
“That pigeon guy, Lucci, is with Robin. You take care of him, and we’ll meet you up there.
“If they drag her across those gates, we’ll never get her back! It’s a race against time!”
Usopp’s Sniper King voice had practically echoed, and it rallied the group.
“We’ll take ‘em down, or we’ll die trying.”
Zoro’s eyes fell on yours as he made that vow. You nodded with him, and felt that nothing in this moment mattered except for those words.
The Straw Hats would save Robin. Or you’d all die here. No going back.
Fire burned through you as you charged toward the stairs with your friends, your family.
Sanji still held your hand, but you pulled it away.
“Angel, let’s–”
“I’ll go with Chopper,” you said, waving your friend down.
“No, we can–”
“No, Sanji. I need you to fight. I need you to save Robin. I won’t be a distraction for you.”
You turned, jogging toward Chopper to get away from Sanji’s pleading eyes. He caught you, pulling you to him in a desperate kiss. It lasted just a moment, but the heat of it was in your throat, and you shook your head to fight the tears.
“We’ll get her back, Angel. I promise.”
You gave him the best smile you could, shaky breath leaving faster as you watched the group dispersing.
You turned so you wouldn’t have to watch your boys running away from you. Chopper was waiting, and he patted your back with his big human form hand before running up the stairs.
“This way?”
More fucking stairs.
If CP9 didn’t kill you, it felt like a heart attack just might.
But adrenaline was doing its thing as you and Chopper made your way room by empty room. The floor you’d chosen seemed to be a bust.
Heading back for the stairs, you stumbled into each other as the building rumbled, something crashing up above.
“What do you think that is,” Chopper asked, eyes wide.
“Hopefully it's our friends kicking someone’s ass,” you replied, trying to sound more confident than you were.
“Right!”
More stairs, more empty rooms, and so on.
Until more crashes and yells filled the hall. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight you saw when you looked through the noisy door.
It was a large room, with high ceilings, making the cacophony of noises bounce off the walls.
Zoro and Usopp were together. They were running side by side, yelling and looking back toward…
A humanoid wolf, and a fucking giraffe? With a baseball cap?
Did I accidentally dose myself with Daydream?
Your worry was cut short when they caught sight of the both of you in the doorway. Zoro and Usopp started screaming for you, waving their arms in the air.
Chopper raised his hand in the air, laughing, and you touched his arm to pull it down.
“We’re handcuffed together,” Zoro yelled, waving the hand that was stuck to Usopp.
“Get key number two, or we’re gonna die!”
Usopp’s wails died down as they continued to run from what had to be devil fruit users.
Giraffe’s aren’t supposed to look like that…
“But we can help–”
“No,” Zoro shouted, cutting Chopper off. “We can’t fight ‘til you get the key, and if they take you down, we’re screwed. Somebody else has to have key number two, just find it!”
You’d never heard that level of frustration in Zoro’s voice before.
“Got it,” you agreed, dragging Chopper from the room.
More stairs, more rooms, until you heard voices. Nami’s voice.
Nami’s scream!
Skidding around a corner, you raised your tonfa, but couldn’t tell where to shoot. There was a swirling mass of what looked like pink hair. Nami was held up in the air, twisted and writhing in it.
You charged forward, but Chopper was faster.
“Cloven Roseo!”
He leapt through the air, his hoof smacking into the face of a huge man, his pink hair swirling aside as blood shot out of his mouth.
Nami crumpled to the ground, coughing as you helped her to her feet.
Chopper rushed to her, looking her over.
“Are you okay Nami?”
“I’m okay. Thank you for saving me.”
“How was he attacking you,” you asked, leaning to look where the man had fallen across the room. “Was that his hair?”
“Could be a devil fruit,” Nami rushed, picking up her Clima-Tact. “Don’t know, don’t care. Once he grabs you, you’re done for. Come on, this is our chance to get away. The less we see of that guy, the better.”
You grabbed her elbow as she moved toward the hall.
“We can’t, we need to get his key,” you reminded her, Zoro’s demand ringing through your head.
“Oh, you mean this little thing?”
Nami’s smirk as she held up the key made you love her even more.
“Stealing the key was the easy part,” she bragged, leading the way out of the room. “I just couldn’t deal with that guy’s hair.”
“What number is it,” Chopper asked, his hooves tapping a frantic beat as he ran in his reindeer form.
“Uh, three,” she said, squinting at it while she ran.
“Damn,” you cursed, picturing Zoro and Usopp running from those beasts. “It’s the wrong one.”
“What do you me–”
Nami’s voice cut off, just as the three of you skidded to a stop. You’d reached the massive tower room of seemingly endless staircases climbing toward the sky.
From floors above, something fell hard, crashing onto the stone at your feet.
Covering your eyes from the dust, you leaned forward at whatever it was that had fallen.
“This place is falling apart,” Nami complained, coughing.
Chopper was closest, and let out a horrified gasp, his eyes wide as he shook his head slowly.
“What is it…” you trailed off, mind unable to process what you were seeing.
“Is it a doll?”
You wished that Nami’s question had been true, but then Chopper said the words you didn’t want to believe.
“No. It’s Sanji!”
Disgust and horror almost spilled out your throat in noxious bile. You stumbled, falling to your knees beside this figure that couldn’t be your Sanji. It couldn’t be.
It looked like a poorly drawn picture of him, his hair, his suit, his blood pouring down his face. But it was deformed, almost balloon like, completely smooth and shining in the light.
You were frozen, staring down at him with your mouth opening and closing uselessly. Your hands were just above his chest, but you couldn’t touch him. It can't be him!
Nami and Chopper joined you, yelling for him. Chopper pushed against his chest, and you sobbed as this unreal figure moved, turning its head to cough blood beside you.
“N-No, Sanji? Fuck, baby, is that you?”
Nami and Chopper joined you in your cries for him, and you sat back on your heels as he rolled on his side, pitifully failing to lift himself up with his stretched and wobbling limbs.
“I’m sorry… I lost,” he choked out, every word sounding painful as blood kept dribbling from his lips.
“I couldn’t get the k-key.”
“Hold on, okay,” Chopper comforted him, looking over Sanji’s body as if there was something he could do to help.
You were too stunned, still scared to touch him, when Nami’s sharp voice cut through.
“Hey, Sanji,” she started, standing with her weapon gripped in her hands. You followed her gaze up floors of stairs. Your blood ran cold at the sight of Kalifa, the blonde CP9 agent smiling down at you all.
“You really couldn’t win,” Nami continued, her questioning tone forcing denial to build in your stomach, but her words felt too true.
“You really gave it your all? You fought that blonde woman, didn’t you? I see. You must have gone easy on her.”
“Sanji, please,” you denied, shaking your head.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t get the key,” he choked out.
“Forget the key,” Nami yelled, anger flinging toward the man at her feet. “This fight is a matter of life and death. You can’t stick to your stupid code of honor, okay? Is chivalry really worth dying for? People are counting on you!”
Your mouth opened and closed again, but nothing came out. Part of you wanted to defend him, and part of you wanted to slap him for not giving his all for Robin, for everyone, for himself.
But mainly you just wanted to fall onto him and cry, to find some way to fix him.
“I don’t want this,” he coughed again, voice so weak, it hurt. “I don’t want to die. But I was raised to never hit a lady, no matter what. So even at a time like this, even if it kills me, I won’t kick a woman.”
“I see... That’s stupid,” Nami judged, voice deadly calm. Then she hit him on the head with her Clima-Tact, and you choked out a surprised laugh as Chopper yelled at her for hitting him while he’s wounded.
“Is running away against your code of honor too? Because that’s not worth dying over either. Nobody wants to see you throw your life away in vain. Leave that woman to me. You try to get better.” She looked back down at him with a soft smile. “And by the way, even if it’s dumb, I do like that chivalry of yours.”
You looked down at him, and shook your head, disagreeing.
“I don’t think I like it anymore.”
He tilted toward you, voice soft.
“What was that, Angel? Did you say you love me?”
Before you could kiss him, or wring his neck, Nami cleared her throat. You turned to her as she stared up at the woman that had done this to Sanji.
���For the record, I won't play nice,” Nami threatened, confidence radiating from her as she smiled.
“Neither will I. We’ll get along fine.”
“Nami, hold on,” you called, rushing to her side.
“We’re running out of time, Y/N,” she reminded you, holding her palm out to stop your movement. “You guys go get more keys. I’ll be okay, noodle arms.”
You huffed a laugh as she frowned at Sanji.
“Well, I guess he’s noodle arms now.”
You gripped her in a quick hug, hating letting her go. Your mouth was dry as you watched her run up the stairs.
“Hold it! I won’t let you get away!”
You swiveled around, blocking Sanji from the new voice.
“Don’t worry, Nami. We’ve got this one,” Chopper shouted, facing off with the large man from before, that mass of pink hair swirling around him as he brandished a staff.
Readying your tonfa, your heart raced through you. You wanted to run up and help Chopper, but you were terrified of leaving Sanji’s limp body exposed for attacks.
I never thought I’d be the one worried about protecting my partners in battle.
Gritting your teeth, you watched Chopper land a powerful hit with two hooves, preventing the agent from getting past him to chase after Nami.
Pride filled you as Chopper stood strong, staring the man down.
“That’s right, now you’ll be fighting me. Bring it!”
Chopper using his rumble balls was always a sight to behold, and you hoped that it would be enough. You felt your hands shaking as you held your weapons, wondering if you could use the darts without risking Chopper.
The agent landed some heavy hits on your friend, and you itched to move in, but felt trapped in place.
“Angel, go. I’ll be fi–”
“No,” you cut him off, not taking your eyes off the fight as they slammed each other into the wall.
“Please, mon coeur, I look dead already. No one will care about me. I just need to rest. The crew needs you.”
Chewing your lip, you hated that those words you’d wanted to be true for so long came at the cost of all this danger and pain.
You looked away from the fight just long enough to touch his face, your skin crawling at the sickly smooth feel of his.
“I love you. I’ll be back.”
“Love you, Angel,” he coughed, what looked like a smile pulling weakly at his lips. “I know you will.”
Running toward the fight, Chopper caught your eyes for a moment and shouted.
“Two minutes!”
Two minutes? Two minutes…
The rumble ball!
“Got it,” you yelled, calling out your poison thorns.
Two minutes left for Chopper’s rumble ball. You had no idea if you could defeat this CP9 agent in two minutes.
But I’ll do whatever it takes. My crew needs me.
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