#kalifa x reader

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Hiii, love to see a wlw writer ♡

Could you write some nsfw with Kalifa and a femreader who also works for Cp9? Maybe she infiltrated as a waiter at the same place as Blueno? I just really love Kalifa

one way or another

kalifa finds you off the clock, and though fraternizing isn't permitted among fellow cp9 members, this doesn't count, right?

ft. kalifa x afab!f!reader

thigh riding/grinding, dom!kalifa, sub!reader

word count: 700

a.n: gosh i love her. nami was right wishing for her as a secretary. i need a mature woman like her

You rush around flocks of drunken men as you head to the kitchen to serve mediocre bar food table by table. Really, you didn't know how you found yourself infiltrating as a damn waitress. Frankly, you were jealous of your fellow peers who were able to snag jobs at Galley La. Blueno's decent company, but you don't have much in common with him.

You have trays in both of your hands as you weave around drunks to your next table. You begin to set the tray down and dish out the food & drinks when you're bumped into, spilling drinks all over your uniform. A drunk man around your age grasps your waist to stabilize you, before asking, "You okay, sweetheart?" You grimace and bark out a "Yeah", pushing away from him to the break room. You untie your apron and huff out to Blueno, "I'm clocking out!" Entering the room to change out of your uniform, you once again bump into someone. "Oh, for God's—"

"Hello."

You shuffle back a little to give a genuine, tired smile at Kalifa, someone you found yourself accompanying quite often in your free time. Being the only women in CP9, the two of you were tight knit. Kalifa adjusts her glasses and observes your disheveled form. "You look horrible." She blurts, blunt as ever. You sigh, sitting on a bench. "Yeah, stupid guy out there bumped into me and had the gall to call me sweetheart." She frowns at this, adjusting her glasses once more. "That's sexual harassment." she states in a matter-of-fact tone. You hum in acknowledgment, but nothing else.

"I'll help you out of that." She advances towards you, glancing at your stained uniform. "Oh really that's—" You start, but she's already making quick work of getting your shirt off. Bold as ever. You slip off your skirt and glance up at her, but you find yourself looking at her unreadable expression. You really could never read Kalifa. Your relationship was strictly friendly, but her lingering touches confused you. You part your lips to say something and she narrows her eyes and dips her head a bit, tilting her head with a knowing, domineering gaze. You make the first move, pressing into her soft lips, taking in her cherry lipgloss.

She wraps a hand around your head and deepens the kiss, fogging up her glasses a little. You mewl into the kiss, grasping onto her blazer. She breaks the kiss, lipgloss smeared all over yours and her lips. "Let me handle you." She wipes away the residue and reaches for the waistband of your panties. "Please," you breathe out, peppering kisses on her jaw. Slipping your panties off, she leads you to stand in front of her as she sits elegantly on the bench. You climb onto her lap and connect with her lips again, her hands reaching around to unclasp your bra. You move to straddle her stocking covered thigh, quick to bump and grind on it.

She grabs your chin and pulls you away from her to mutter out, "Just like that." She moves her nimble hands to knead your chest as you move back and forth against her, huffing. "Please, Kalifa. Mm'need more." She feigns sympathy and pouts at you. "Need what?" She drawls with that smooth voice, smirking. "Need youuu.." You mutter, growing frustrated against her leg. She hums, bouncing her knee to grant you more friction, moving her hands to scratch down your back. Your clit bumps steadily against her leg, and you feel your climax approaching rapidly as she moves you up and down. "Kahh— Kalifa!" You cry, leaning on her shoulder. "Mm, are you close?" She smiles, licking the shell of your ear. You whimper in response, clenching your legs around her thigh. "Mm'coming!!" You mewl, feeling the dam inside of you break as your pussy throbs around nothing, slickening up her stockings.

She presses a kiss to your temple as you come down, sighing. You look up at her, as if to ask her, 'What now?' She gives you a knowing smile. "As a member of Cipher Pol 9, I must ensure all members are performing at their best." She reassures you.

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Eustass Kid x Reader | GN! Challenge: Kikitober 2024 "Body Worship" Rating: Teen & Up Warnings: None Tags: Soft Kid, Blood, Scars Summary: After the battle is over, you share an intimate moment with your lover as you tend to his wounds. Word Count: 479

Light peaks through worn curtains, casting the dim bathroom in an orange glow. Steam fills the air, colored by the warm light it dances up from the tub. White porcelain, smeared with blood. The silence is heavy, overshadowed only by the steady whooshing of water filling the bath. Stooping to test it’s temperature; satisfied, you gather some in a large bowl, placing it on the floor beside him.

Offering silent reassurance your hand cups his cheek, placing on it a soft kiss before returning to your ritual. A cloth dipped in warm water to wash away excess blood. Your fingers brush against his skin as you work, staining them red. There was once a time when these hands would tremble as you wiped away what evidence you could of your battle. Watching his calloused hands do the same, you had learned to steel yourself, for you knew it painful to see. Now, they remained steady as you washed away the sins of battle from his bruised body. The clear water in the bowl now a searing red.

“Come,” you coaxed softly, rising to turn the silver handle and stop the water. Silence now hung in the air, heavier than the hot mist settling around you. He stood, stepping a foot into the tub, sinking his towering frame into the scalding water. A stool positioned at the end of the bath gave you perfect clearance to move to his hair. The wet maroon strands pooled around his face as you rinsed. Soap foamed into pink bubbles, working gently to massage his scalp. Leaning into your touch, his eyes close as if—for a moment—to block out the rest of the world. As you rinse his hair again, it reveals a lighter shade of red.

Heavy lidded eyes opened to watch you reverently. Discarding your clothes to the floor, a large hand outstretched to you—which you accepted, letting him help you into the tub. Gently settling into his lap, the warm water soothing your weary heart. He stared into you, his gaze a mixture of gratitude and guilt, softening under your touch. Fingers tracing his scars. Gliding over his face and down his neck, trailing down his chest, his stomach. Moving to his arm, before kissing his other shoulder.

“Why are you so good to me?” he murmured, a hint of vulnerability tearing through his voice.

“Because,” you replied softly, mimicking his tone, “you’re worth it.” You spoke without missing a beat, your hands snaking around his neck pulling yourself against his chest, water softly rippling with the movement.

Silence between each other promised everything that words could not express. Eye contact that could pierce the strongest metal, felt soft against your face as you gaze up at him from your muscled pillow.

A moment of softness amidst a world filled with cruelty, two souls promising each other sanctuary.

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Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

CHAPTER 62: Revelations PART 2

A/N: And we are back with part 2! here we are having flashback sequences, water 7, revelations, and Lucci moments, the next part is enies lobby, and more is to be revealed as we are finally heading to Wano. Also let me tell you them edits... Thank you guys so much! with out further a do let the adventure begin!

Y/N POV…

Hours had passed, and the fading light outside signaled the arrival of evening. The day had been a mix of chaos and fleeting moments of peace, and I was grateful for a quiet moment to myself. I had already indulged in my second bath of the day, the warm water a small reprieve from the tension that hung in the air. Now, I was resting in my room, letting my mind wander. Just then I heard a faint knock on my door. “ Come in! And be sure to lock the door, we wouldn’t want any intruders now,” I said, grinning at the thought of having some privacy with the crew. Nami made her way to the bed, and Carrot followed suit, while Chopper, as usual, climbed into my lap.

“Now, start talking,” Nami said as she uncorked one of the bottles and took the first sip, clearly eager to dive into whatever was on her mind.

“What do you want to know?” I asked, matching her with a sip of my own, feeling the warmth spread through my chest.

“You know... about your time with the little warmonger, who happens to be Sanji’s older brother also,” Nami said with a knowing look, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Well, Ichiji is something…” I trailed off, trying to find the words, but I knew they’d already figured it out.

“Oh, don’t hold out on us,” Carrot chimed in with a grin. “Besides, he gives you a giant engagement ring, lets you keep it, has a built-in raid suit, drops you flowers, writes you a note, does this whole declaration thing, and on top of that, the man saved your life.” Nami raised an eyebrow at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, rolling my eyes, though I couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all. “He does have a flair for the dramatic.”

Nami leaned in closer, her curiosity piqued, her sly grin betraying her true intentions. “So, did you guys…” she trailed off, her tone practically dripping with implication. She didn’t need to finish her sentence; we all knew where this was going.

With a smirk, I reached over and covered Chopper’s ears, making sure the poor little guy wouldn’t be subjected to this part of the conversation. Turning back to Nami and Carrot, I took a deep breath and let the wine do the talking. “Yes,” I said, my voice soft but sure. “It happened.”

Both Nami and Carrot froze, their eyes wide as saucers. Carrot gasped, clutching her cheeks in excitement. “You didn’t waste any time, huh?” she said, practically vibrating with energy.

“To be fair…” I started, preparing to explain myself, but a sudden knock at the door interrupted me.

“Y/N… are you in there?” came Brook’s voice, unusually hesitant.

“Brook, what’s wrong?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. Knowing him, this was likely some elaborate excuse to crash the night.

“Can I come in? Luffy is asleep, and Sanji is… um… cooking!” Brook said, his tone suspiciously exaggerated, like he was trying to make his story sound more convincing.

I exchanged glances with the girls—Nami shrugged, clearly as curious as I was, while Carrot was too busy lounging and sipping her drink to care.

“Fine, you can come in,” I said with a sigh. Nami walked over and unlocked the door. In walked Brook, his skeletal frame casually strolling into the room like he belonged there.

Nami locked the door again, crossing her arms. “What part of girls’ night don’t you get, Brook?” she asked, exasperated.

“But Chopper is in here too!” Brook protested, gesturing towards the little reindeer, who was now looking at us all in confusion.

“Chopper is a doctor, and he was invited,” Nami shot back, glaring at Brook.

Carrot giggled, throwing an arm over Chopper’s shoulder. “It’s true! He’s like one of us for the night!”

Brook tilted his skull, clearly unimpressed with the logic but unwilling to argue. “Fair enough, I suppose,” he said, plopping himself into the nearest chair.

I shook my head, trying not to laugh at the sheer chaos. “Alright, fine, Brook. But if you’re staying, you’re sworn to secrecy. No blabbing to Luffy or Sanji.”

Brook raised a bony hand in a mock scout’s honor. “You have my word, my dear.”

I rolled my eyes again and took a sip of my drink. “Okay, so where was I?”

Carrot immediately perked up. “We were at the part where you and Ichiji…” she trailed off with a sly grin, clearly enjoying this more than she should.

I groaned, shaking my head but unable to hide the smirk creeping onto my face. “Oh, right. That.”

Brook’s skull lit up like he’d just stumbled into treasure. “Oh ho ho! This sounds scandalous! Please, do tell!”

Nami waved a hand. “Let her talk, Brook. We were just getting to the good part.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at how invested everyone was. “Fine, fine. But no interruptions!” I declared, pointing at Brook for emphasis.

He mimed zipping his non-existent lips. “Not a word, my lady. Continue!”

Taking a deep breath, I leaned back and started again, much to their delight. “First, let me take a sip of the wine…” I trailed off, raising the glass bottle to my lips, feeling my cheeks flush. “Okay… so, to be fair, we were technically married, and right after you guys left through the mirror, Ichiji just… took charge. And no matter what, I just… succumbed. My defenses dropped like they were never even there.”

Nami’s eyebrows shot up as she leaned forward. “So, that’s why you were glowing when we saw you again!” she teased, grinning mischievously.

“It was just one time,” I said quickly, holding up a finger as if that made it any less shocking. “And it’ll never happen again.” I took another sip of my wine, hoping to cool down my flustered expression.

“So… he was that good?” Nami teased, her smirk widening.

I groaned, covering my face with one hand. “If we’re talking scales, he’s definitely up there,” I admitted, my voice muffled behind my fingers.

“Ohhh, I could tell when he was kissing you during the battle,” Nami said, taking a slow, deliberate sip of her wine like she was savoring her victory in teasing me.

Carrot nearly spilled her drink in excitement. “And don’t forget when he beat Caesar for you! That’s what I call love!” she chimed in, her voice full of admiration.

Brook, who had been unusually quiet, finally broke his silence with a dramatic sigh. “Ah, young romance! So fiery, so unpredictable. You may as well have written a poem together, sealed with a kiss during battle. Truly magnificent!” He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye socket.

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me. “Brook, please, it’s not that dramatic. And Carrot, that wasn’t love; that was… I don’t know, adrenaline or something.”

Carrot shook her head, wagging a finger at me. “No way! You should’ve seen the look in his eyes. He was ready to throw down the whole world for you!”

Brook clasped his hands together. “Ah, to be so passionately defended… You are quite the lucky lady, Y/N. Though, I must admit, I don’t recall such grand gestures in my day. Perhaps I’ve been dead too long.”

“Brook!” Nami snapped, her tone both scolding and amused.

I sighed, shaking my head. “You guys are impossible. It wasn’t some grand romantic moment—it was just… a moment. One that I’m leaving firmly in the past.”

“Wait, Y/N, what about the letter he wrote you?” Chopper piped up from my lap, his big eyes full of curiosity.

“Oh, right! Let’s hear it!” Carrot said, practically bouncing with excitement.

I groaned, knowing there was no escaping it now. “Okay, okay!” I said, pulling out the letter from the desk beside me. The parchment felt heavy in my hands, the elegant handwriting stark against the page. “But no interrupting, got it?”

They all nodded eagerly, even Brook holding up a solemn skeletal hand in agreement. Clearing my throat, I began to read aloud:

My Dearest Y/N,

I never imagined myself writing this, but here I am, trying to put words to something words can barely express. The day we sang together, “Point of No Return,” I knew I was doomed, in the best way possible. Seeing you in your wedding dress, walking toward me down that aisle, was like seeing a storm and a sunrise all at once—a force of nature wrapped in beauty. It stole my breath and my words, and for a moment, I forgot everyone else in that room.

And then, later, in the quiet of our room, when it was just the two of us, I finally understood what people mean when they say time stands still. That moment, filled with promise, passion, and stolen breaths, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The way you defy me, challenge me, match my strength with your own—it’s maddening and intoxicating all at once. You are brilliant, infuriating, and utterly captivating.

I’ll never forget the moment, after we consummated our marriage. When I sang to you in the bath:“Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;Say the word and I will follow you.Share each day with me, each night, each morning.”That wasn’t just a song; it was a promise. My promise to you.

You make me want to be better, stronger, not for my family, not for appearances, but for you. Because you deserve nothing less. And if I have to fight the entire world to keep you safe, I will. Because you’re not just anyone, Y/N. You are my storm, my sun, and my everything.

Forever yours,Tiger

The room was silent as I finished reading, the weight of his words hanging in the air. My heart was racing, though I tried to keep my face calm as I folded the letter and placed it back on the desk.

Carrot’s eyes were wide, her hands clasped over her chest. “That’s… that’s like a romance novel! Y/N, he’s completely smitten!”

Brook, ever dramatic, wiped at his non-existent tears. “Oh, what a declaration of love! I can almost hear the melody behind his words!”

Nami, however, gave me a knowing look. “You can’t just leave something like that in the past, Y/N. That’s not just a ‘moment’—that’s a connection.”

I shook my head, letting out a nervous laugh. “You guys don’t understand. It’s complicated. Besides, he’s just… good with words.”

“Good with words?!” Carrot exclaimed. “Y/N, he sang to you! In the bath, no less! That’s not just ‘words.’ That’s devotion!”

“And don’t forget the way he looked at you during the wedding,” Nami added. “Even in the middle of all that chaos, his focus was entirely on you.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I’m not saying it wasn’t… something. But that doesn’t mean it’s something I can keep.”

Chopper looked up at me from my lap, his big eyes filled with understanding. “Do you… miss him?”

The question caught me off guard. Did I? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that the memory of his voice, his touch, and his promises lingered, no matter how much I tried to push it aside.

“I don’t know,” I admitted quietly, taking another sip of wine. “But I do know one thing—he made me feel like I was the only person in the world, even for just a moment. And that’s something I’ll never forget.”

"I mean, we shall see what life has in store for me," I said, smirking as I sipped more wine straight from the bottle. “Besides, I still have other suitors in line...”

Nami raised an eyebrow, leaning in with a mischievous grin. “Oh? Care to elaborate on who else made the list?”

Carrot clapped her hands in delight. “Yes, yes! Spill the tea, Y/N!”

Brook, ever the dramatic one, placed a skeletal hand over where his heart would be. “My dear Y/N, am I not on this list of suitors? Yohohoho!”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Brook, I didn’t think skeletons could fall in love, but for you, I’ll consider adding you to the list.”

“Yohoho! My heart—if I had one—is yours, my lady!” Brook declared, earning a round of laughter from everyone.

“Alright, alright,” I said, setting my glass down. “Let’s see… there’s Sabo, of course, Law, Kidd, Killer, Zoro—” "Lucci" coughs Nami. 

I sighed, rolling my eyes at Nami. "Oh, come on, Nami! Why would you bring him up of all people?"

Nami grinned slyly, taking a sip of her wine. "Because it’s true! When we were in Water 7 looking for a shipwright to fix the Merry, the moment Luffy, Usopp, you and I arrived at the Galley-La, his eyes were locked on you! Not to mention his pigeon flew straight to you and perched on your arm. And don’t even get me started on how you petted it like you two were best friends!"

Carrot tilted her head curiously. "Wait, who’s Lucci?"

I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Rob Lucci. He’s a member of CP9—well, he was at the time. Long story short, he’s basically a super-strong government assassin with a superiority complex and a serious poker face."

Carrot’s eyes widened. "A government assassin had a thing for you?!"

Brook chimed in, dramatic as always. "A tale of forbidden love between a pirate and a government agent! Yohohoho! Truly a tragedy worthy of song!"

"It was not love, Brook!" I protested, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "He didn’t even say a word to me; he just… stared. And that pigeon? What was I supposed to do, shoo it away? It was cute!"

Nami smirked, clearly enjoying my flustered state. "Come on, Y/N. Admit it—you didn’t mind the attention. He’s not bad looking, after all."

"I minded it because he was trying to kill us!" I shot back, crossing my arms.

Carrot giggled. "Sounds like there’s more to this story than you’re letting on, Y/N!"

"There is not," I insisted, trying to sound firm but failing miserably as my cheeks warmed.

Nami laughed, leaning back in her seat. "Denial is a powerful thing, Y/N." 

I took another sip of wine, sighing as the memories came rushing back. "You, Usopp, and Luffy were at the Galley-La," I began, giving Nami a pointed look, "talking with Kaku while I was making my way towards you guys. I was carrying bags filled with stuff for us—food, clothes, you name it."

Nami smirked knowingly. "What were you wearing, though? That’s always important in these kinds of stories."

I rolled my eyes but obliged. "You already know because you lent it to me! I was wearing that cross-top and low-rise short skirt of yours, remember? My two swords were strapped to my hips, and I had my black heeled boots on—the ones with the hidden blade inside."

Carrot tilted her head, her curiosity clearly piqued. "Sounds like you were ready for anything! What happened next?"

I exhaled. "I told you guys all the stuff I got was given to me for free, even some jewels—"

"Of course it was," Nami interrupted, smirking. "You do have that effect on people."

"Right," I said with a mock glare. "But then, things went south fast. The Franky Family showed up, grabbed the two luggages with all our money, and bolted. That’s when I dropped everything and was about to run after them. Paulie, the foreman, managed to land on the same boat as two of the Franky Family members. He was planning to handle it himself—until I decided I wasn’t going to just let them get away with it."

Nami and Carrot leaned in, hanging onto every word.

"I was ready to sprint after them," I continued, "when he appeared."

Carrot's ears perked up. "Who?!"

I sighed, staring into the bottle as if it held the answer. "Lucci. He walked in out of nowhere, completely calm, and grabbed my shoulder, halting me in my tracks. That pigeon of his spoke first, and I was too stunned to even react." 

I took another sip of wine, a wry smile tugging at my lips as I added, "The pigeon said, 'I'll get your money back,' which they did. Paulie came back with Lucci and his pigeon, Lucci holding the two briefcases... and Paulie’s ear."

Carrot gasped, eyes wide with amusement. "His ear?! Seriously?!"

I nodded, chuckling at the absurdity of it all. "Yep. All of us were stunned because Lucci’s lips didn’t move, but his pigeon, Hattori, kept talking for him."

Brook leaned in, clearly enthralled. "Then what happened next?"

I glanced at Nami, rolling my eyes before continuing. "Well, Nami said that Lucci couldn’t take his eyes off me."

Nami grinned smugly. "I still stand by that, by the way."

Ignoring her, I laughed softly. "And then there was Luffy, who blamed the pigeon for Lucci hitting Paulie in the head. That was hilarious." I couldn’t help but giggle at the memory. "After that, both Lucci and Hattori introduced themselves. And when Hattori spoke for Lucci, the pigeon flew onto my arm. I started petting it because, well, it was cute."

Carrot gasped dramatically. "What did Lucci say then?"

I smirked, enjoying the suspense I was creating. "His pigeon, when it flew back to Lucci, said, 'I see you’ve already won my companion.’ To which I just shrugged and smiled, telling him, 'What can I say? I have a soft spot when it comes to animals.'"

Nami jumped in, raising a brow. "And that’s when I noticed Lucci’s eyes darkened just a little, but he quickly hid it. "

I nodded. "Exactly! And at the time, we all thought it was just a ventriloquist act!" I laughed at the memory. "Luffy and Usopp clapped and cheered, praising the whole ventriloquism thing. Meanwhile, I was laughing, saying, 'It is pretty neat if you ask me.'"

Carrot giggled, leaning closer. "And then?"

"Well, Hattori turned and flew back to me, landing on my shoulder this time and rubbing his head against my cheek. It made me laugh even more," I said, a smile tugging at my lips.

Brook laughed his signature yohohoho. "Sounds like the pigeon fancied you, Y/N!"

I snorted. "The pigeon, maybe. But then Paulie had to ruin the moment. He pointed at both Nami and me and started ranting about our outfit choices. How Nami was showing too much leg and how I was showing too much leg and stomach. He outright called us harlots! And wanting us to change into something less revealing"

Carrot’s jaw dropped. "What did you do?!"

I smirked, swirling the wine. "I tilted my head and said, 'Why don’t you make us? I’ll be damned if I let someone tell me what to wear.’

"You’re missing another part, Y/N," teased Nami, taking a swig from the same bottle of wine as me.

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "Ughhh, fine." I rolled my eyes but continued. "So, Iceburg showed us around inside the Galley-La building. I had my bags with me when Lucci, again, grabbed my shoulder and offered to carry them."

Brook leaned in. "And what did you say?"

"I said, 'Yes, thank you,' because what else do you say to a tall, brooding guy with a bird that talks for him?" I replied dryly, earning a laugh from Carrot. "Anyway, we walked to a little section of the building when Kaku returned and started talking about how the Merry was beyond repair."

"That was rough to hear," Nami added, her expression somber for a moment.

I nodded in agreement before continuing. "Then, three government officials started walking toward us. Iceburg told us to hide, and Luffy and Nami did just that. But I was too far away to join them. Lucci was sitting right in front of me, and I didn’t have time to think, so I just..."

(Flashback) "I am so sorry for what I am about to do," I whispered quickly, placing each leg across Lucci’s lap and leaning close. My long hair cascaded down, creating a curtain around us as I pressed myself against him. Hattori, his ever-loyal pigeon, flew to Lucci’s other shoulder, observing silently.

Lucci’s body tensed immediately. His breathing became shallow, and his hands gripped the wooden seat so tightly I thought he might break it.

"Relax," I whispered sharply. "Gotta make it convincing."

From behind me, one of the government officials sniffed the air and muttered, "I smell pirates."

My blood ran cold as I froze. My face was dangerously close to Lucci’s neck, my hands gripping the fabric of his white tank top tightly.

"Why is she like that?" asked one of the officials, his tone skeptical.

Before Lucci could react, Hattori spoke up, his voice perfectly steady. "Well, as you can see, I was in an argument with my girl here. She decided to wear outfits like that to a place full of men, looking far too tempting. This is her way of saying she’s sorry. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?"

I blinked, caught completely off guard. What?

But then a smirk crept onto my face. If Hattori’s committed, so can I.

In the most syrupy voice I could muster, I whined, "I’m sorry, Lu. I… I didn’t mean to make you upset. It’s just… you never make time for me anymore. I miss the way you’d hold me, the way you’d come home after long days at work, and we’d pick up where we left off… for hours."

Lucci’s jaw tightened, and his hands balled into fists, but Hattori played along effortlessly.

"You don’t think of the consequences, do you?" Hattori chastised, still ‘voicing’ Lucci’s thoughts.

I placed a hand on Lucci’s chest, dragging it down slowly. "Even when you’d touch and kiss me in ways no one else could," I whispered, barely suppressing a laugh. "So maybe I did choose this outfit for your attention. But can you blame a girl for trying to get her partner’s attention?"

Lucci growled low in his throat, the shift in his energy palpable.

"You know I’m at work," Hattori chided. "What if something had happened to you?"

Feigning a flinch, I pulled back slightly, my hands trembling. "I didn’t mean to upset you," I whimpered, hiding my face with my hands.

The officials exchanged awkward glances. One of them muttered, "Come on, she said she was sorry."

"Sorry doesn’t cut it," Hattori replied curtly.

"Maybe I should just go," I said softly, shifting as though to leave.

Before I could stand, Lucci’s hand shot out, dragging me back down with startling force.

"Sweetheart, don’t cry. It’s okay," said Hattori, flapping his wings in a soothing gesture.

Lucci, unexpectedly, patted my lower back, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"You mean it, Lu?" I murmured, peeking up at him through my hair.

"Only if you stop being so tempting while I’m at work," Hattori replied, though Lucci moved closer, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.

The unexpected gesture left me stunned. Hattori didn’t direct him to do that…

“Oh, Lu!” I cooed, leaning in to pepper kisses across his cheek with exaggerated enthusiasm. Lucci tensed slightly but played along, his stoic mask barely cracking.

“Really? You know how I feel about public displays of affection,” came Hattori’s disapproving voice, his tone almost parental.

Seizing the moment, I sealed the charade with a kiss on Lucci’s lips. For a brief second, he froze, clearly caught off guard. Then, as if to counter any suspicion, Hattori chirped, “Sweetheart, not in front of the officials!”

One of the officials chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. “She’s quite the temptress, isn’t she?”

I bit back a sharp retort, opting instead to bury my face against Lucci’s neck, hoping to hide my rising annoyance. My pulse quickened as I tried to focus on anything other than the growing heat.

Before I could calm down, Hattori cooed smugly, “Coo-coo, you have no idea! She’s quite the handful, I assure you.”

As if to emphasize his words, the pigeon’s wing flapped toward my shoulder. But before it could land, Lucci’s hand moved—firmly gripping my upper thigh instead.

My heart skipped a beat. “I know the pigeon did not just direct him to do this,” I thought, swallowing a gasp. My face stayed pressed against Lucci’s neck, using him as a shield to avoid meeting anyone’s gaze.

Just as I was processing the indignity of it all, Hattori added in a singsong tone, “Oh, don’t let her act fool you! She’s always been… persuasive. Isn’t that right, darling?”

The smugness in the bird’s voice made my jaw tighten. Deciding to level the playing field, I slid my hands to the back of Lucci’s neck, my nails scratching lightly against his skin. The reaction was immediate—a low, involuntary groan escaped his lips, loud enough for the officials to hear.

One of the officials raised an eyebrow but chuckled again. “Quite the dynamic you two have.”

Still hiding my face against Lucci’s neck, I leaned in closer and, with a syrupy tone, teased, “I mean, just look at him, he’s just my type.” I punctuated my words with a playful kiss on his neck, feeling his muscles tense under my lips.

Without warning, Lucci’s hand moved, lightly smacking my upper thigh. The sudden contact made me yelp in surprise.

“Behave,” came Hattori’s voice, almost sounding as though it were directly channeling Lucci’s thoughts.

Another official chimed in, his tone sly and laced with condescension. “I can only imagine. But I’m sure you know how to put her in her place, right?”

The words sent a wave of rage through me. My teeth clenched, and a low growl escaped before I could stop it. Bastards, I thought bitterly, my fists tightening against the suspenders on Lucci’s chest.

Just as I was about to let my temper take the reins, Hattori’s infuriating voice cut through the tension. “Coo-coo, she’s feisty, I’ll give her that,” he said with mock sympathy, flapping his wings for emphasis. “But don’t worry, gentlemen, I always know how to handle her… elegantly.”

Elegantly, my ass, I seethed, glaring daggers at the smug pigeon.

“Oh really?” one of the officials chuckled, clearly entertained. “What’s your secret? Does it involve those neck kisses, or is there more to the show?”

Hattori puffed up proudly. “Oh, it’s all about finesse, my good man. You see, when my kitten gets her claws out, Lucci—being the masterful partner that he is—knows exactly what to do. A few whispered words, a steady hand, and—bam!—she’s back to purring in no time.”

Lucci remained stoic, though I swore his grip on my thigh tightened just enough to warn me against any outbursts.

I decided to throw a wrench into their narrative. With an exaggerated sigh, I leaned back, feigning surrender. “What can I say?” I said sweetly, batting my lashes. “Lucci just makes me… submissive.”

The reaction was instant. The officials erupted in laughter, one even doubling over as he clutched his stomach.

“Well, there you have it!” another official said between wheezes. “Even the fiercest ones can be tamed, huh?”

Hattori, ever the instigator, cooed smugly. “See? Told you! She might act all tough, but deep down, she’s a soft little kitten. All thanks to my boy, Lucci.”

I stiffened, but Lucci surprised me yet again. He leaned in, his lips brushing the side of my neck in a deliberate, lingering kiss.

As the officials finally moved on, I exhaled sharply, the tension leaving my body. “Fuck, that was close,” I muttered, straightening up and brushing my hair over one side. I glanced at Lucci, who was still as composed as ever, his hand slipping from my thigh with practiced nonchalance. “Really sorry about that,” I added, feeling slightly sheepish despite myself.

Before Lucci could respond, Paulie stormed into view, his face an alarming shade of red as he jabbed a finger in my direction. “You harlot! Have you no shame?!”

I blinked at him, tilting my head to the side. “Paulie, what are you even talking about?”

Before he could answer, Nami, Luffy, Iceberg, Kaku, and Kalifa emerged from their hiding spots, their expressions ranging from curious to amused.

“This is a place where MEN work!” Paulie shouted, gesturing wildly. “You pulling a display like that—sprawled all over like that—might give the men the wrong ideas!” His face was practically glowing with embarrassment.

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest as a smirk crept onto my face. “Oh, I see what this is about,” I said. “You’re upset that you’re not the one in this position, huh, Paulie?”

Paulie sputtered, his hands flailing as if he were physically batting the accusation away. “A-Are you insane?! That’s not—! I’d never—!”

Nami snorted, clearly enjoying the show. "Alright, let me stand up," I said, dusting myself off. From the compromising position I’d been in with Lucci, I adjusted my top and tugged down my skirt slightly for modesty—not that Paulie would let me live it down anyway.

Luffy, completely oblivious to the tension, doubled over with laughter. “That was awesome, Y/N!” he managed between chuckles, slapping his knee for emphasis.

I shrugged, brushing off the praise. “All in a day’s work, Captain.” Then I turned to Iceberg with a raised brow. “Also, Icepops, why didn’t you do something sooner? Could’ve saved me all the theatrics.”

Iceberg gave me a pointed glance, his expression deadpan. “You seemed to have it handled. Besides, it was... entertaining.”

I rolled my eyes, making my way over to stand by Nami and Luffy when Kalifa’s sharp voice cut through the moment.

“How dare you!” she yelled, her tone seething with rage. Before I could react, she lunged forward, aiming a precise kick directly at me.

With quick reflexes, I blocked her strike with my own leg, our limbs colliding mid-air as both our legs pointed upward in a perfectly balanced standoff. “Mind toning it down two notches,” I said with a smirk, holding my ground effortlessly.

Paulie groaned loudly, covering his eyes with his hand. “I can see everything! Both of you, lower your legs now!”

(End flashback)

I took another swig from the wine bottle before setting it down with a sigh.

"You're missing some details..." Nami chimed in again, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

"Nami," I whined, rolling my eyes.

"Go on, tell them!" she urged, leaning forward in anticipation.

I sighed but relented, continuing the story. "After that little stunt, we found out two of our luggages were swapped out with fakes, and—get this—Usopp was gone. To make it worse, all our money was stolen."

"That’s when I really lost it," Nami interjected, crossing her arms. "I was furious!"

"Yeah, you were," I agreed with a small laugh. "So we decided to track down the Franky Family. But guess who pops up again? Hattori. The pigeon flies right onto my shoulder and says, 'You're quite bold, sweetheart.'"

I mimicked the bird's deep, suave tone for dramatic effect, earning laughs from everyone. "I turned to him and said, 'Well, I should thank you for taking the lead with that whole lovers' spat.' Then, just to sell it, I planted a kiss on his head. Hattori used his wing to touch the spot where I kissed him, and then he asked me, 'Would you accompany me to dinner?'"

Carrot burst into laughter while Nami smirked knowingly. "Oh, I remember that!" Nami said, barely holding back her amusement.

"I was stunned," I admitted. "But before I could decline, someone decided to speak for me." I glared playfully at Nami, who only grinned wider.

"I said, 'Yes, she'd like that!'" Nami exclaimed, throwing her head back in laughter.

"Perfect, I'll pick you up at 6 PM," Hattori had said, and with that, Lucci turned and walked away.

"Then things got even more chaotic," I continued. "We found out Robin was taken by CP9, and we were framed for shooting Iceberg. So yeah, it was a mess. By the time it was 5:30, I was dreading the whole thing, but... I got ready anyways ."

"It was totally a date," Nami teased, winking at me.

"It was not a date," I retorted, pointing at her. "We had no leads, we didnt even know who the real culprits were. You even let me borrow one of your outfits—a black slit dress, open back, hair in a ponytail."

"Oh, I remember that dress," Nami said, grinning. "You looked stunning. No wonder Sanji and Zoro flipped when they saw you leaving with Lucci."

"Sanji nearly burst into flames," Chopper added with a giggle.

"And Zoro kept muttering about it being a trap," Nami chimed in, laughing at the memory.

"Zoro was so serious, he even pulled me aside before I left," I admitted, shaking my head at the memory. "He looked me dead in the eye and said, 'This is a bad idea. It’s clearly a trap.' I whispered back, 'It’s just a meal invite. Besides, maybe I can figure him out more.'”

"When Lucci arrived to pick you up, the tension in the room was insane," Nami added.

"It really was," I said. "But I went with him. When we arrived at the restaurant, it was completely empty."

"'I hope you don't mind, I rented out the whole restaurant for us,' Hattori said." I mimicked the bird’s voice again, earning more laughs. "Lucci handed me roses and pulled out my chair like a gentleman."

"Lucci's got game," Brook said with a laugh.

"Yeah, right," I chuckled. "So there we were, the table already set with two brandys and a glass of wine. I picked up my glass and took a sip, then I looked right at Lucci and said, 'I know you can talk.'"

Everyone gasped in mock surprise, leaning closer.

"He tensed up, but I pressed on. 'It's okay to tell me,' I said. 'I don’t bite. Much.'" I smirked, remembering the moment.

"'Very well then,' he finally said in his real voice. 'You're quite clever. How did you figure it out?'"

"I told him, 'It was during our lovers' spat. Hattori would say one thing, but you would do the complete opposite.'"

"And then what happened?" Carrot asked, practically on the edge of her seat.

"Well..." I smirked. "Lucci gave me this little smirk of his own, and he said, 'You’re observant. I underestimated you, sweetheart.'"

Flashback begins...

Lucci smirked, his dark eyes narrowing as he leaned back slightly, exuding an air of quiet confidence. “You’re observant. I underestimated you, sweetheart.”

I raised my glass of wine, meeting his gaze with a coy smile. “I’m more than just a pretty face, Lucci.”

Taking a slow sip, I let the words linger before adding, “But I will say, I’m surprised you still kept your word about this evening you set up—considering the whole town thinks we had something to do with Iceberg getting shot. and you did try to kill my captain and I along with Paulie, Kaku and the other foremen just a while ago."

Lucci’s smirk deepened, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his own glass. “I keep my promises, no matter the circumstances. Besides,” he said, his voice lowering to a near whisper, “who’s to say you’re not dining with the person who did it right now?”

I turned to look at him, furrowing my brows. “Why would you…” I began, but just as I was about to finish my sentence, I nearly choked on my wine when a familiar voice interrupted.

“Welcome to our restaurant. My name is Zolo. Are we ready to order?”

I turned my head slowly, resisting the urge to groan as I saw Zoro standing there, dressed as a waiter. Really, Zoro? And Zolo? Couldn’t have come up with a better alias?

Lucci raised a brow, eyeing the swordsman suspiciously but saying nothing. Hattori broke the silence. “We’ll have the steak, medium rare. For my date here, she can get whatever she desires.”

I smiled tightly. “I’ll have the special for today.”

“Very well,” Zoro said, giving me a sly grin. “I’ll have our chef prepare them. Might I say, ma’am, you’re quite the looker.”

I blushed faintly at his audacity while Lucci chuckled. “She is, isn’t she?” said Hattori, mimicking Lucci’s voice.

As Zoro walked off, I leaned toward Lucci, maintaining a calm facade. “So, where were we?” I asked, hoping to coax him into repeating what he’d said just moments before Zoro interrupted.

Lucci swirled his brandy again, his piercing gaze studying me intently. “You’re really something, Y/N. It’s rare to find someone who can match my wit.”

I smirked, lifting my wine glass for another sip. “What can I say? I aim to please,” I replied, setting my glass down gracefully, my smile never faltering.

Lucci’s gaze darkened further, his demeanor shifting into something even more predatory. “Let’s cut the games, Y/N. I know you’re after something.”

“And what might that something be, Lucci?” I shot back, locking eyes with him, my tone steady as I rested my hand on my head, feigning indifference.

Without breaking his gaze, his finger lightly grazed my arm, trailing down with a calculated slowness that made my breath hitch for just a moment. The touch was subtle but deliberate, his silent way of asserting control over the moment.

“You tell me,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like a dangerous melody. “You’re the one playing both sides so effortlessly.”

I held his gaze, refusing to flinch. “Maybe I’m not the one playing, Lucci. Ever think of that?”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Oh, I’ve considered it. But I know better than to trust appearances.”

I leaned forward slightly, my eyes narrowing. “Good. Neither do I.”

Lucci let out a low growl, the sound deep and feral, as he stood up from his chair. His movements were deliberate, calculated, like a predator circling its prey. He closed the distance between us, his towering figure casting a shadow over me.

I remained seated, unbothered, my posture confident. I crossed my arms and legs, the slit of my dress revealing a glimpse of my left leg. My gaze never wavered as I met his piercing eyes.

“If you think intimidation is going to work on me, you’re dead wrong,” I said evenly, my voice steady and sharp, daring him to challenge me.

His lips curved into a faint, calculating smile, and he leaned closer, his sharp features just inches away from mine. I stiffened as his hand moved, fingers brushing lightly against my cheek before trailing to the nape of my neck. His touch was both unsettling and deliberate, a mix of control and taunting. Despite the involuntary shiver that ran down my spine, I held my composure, my smirk unwavering.

“So,” he murmured, his voice dipping into a dangerous purr, “you’re not opposed to a little… action?”

“Not at all,” I shot back, smirking. “In fact, I enjoy playing with my food.”

Before Lucci could reply, the kitchen door burst open, and Sanji appeared, balancing two plates. “I have your meals!” he announced, his tone slightly strained. 

“Sanji? Really?!” I thought, hiding my irritation. I turned to look back at Lucci as I saw he was now with the stoic face once more, and seated in his chair. “That quick?” I thought. 

“For the mademoiselle, our special,” Sanji said, placing my plate gently before me. Then, with a bit too much force, he slammed Lucci’s steak onto the table. “And for this… thing.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hattori snapped, while Lucci’s expression tightened.

“Just serving dinner,” Sanji replied, smoothly ignoring the tension. He turned to me, his tone softening. “Would you like a wine refill, mademoiselle?”

“No, thank you,” I replied, waving him off.

As Sanji retreated, Lucci resumed eating, his eyes never leaving me. He set down his fork and stood, pulling my chair closer to his. His knee brushed against mine as he leaned in, his face close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath. His voice came low, a velvety growl that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. “You’re full of surprises, Y/N,” he murmured, his piercing gaze locking onto mine with a mix of curiosity and something darker. “But tell me…” He paused, letting the words linger, his smirk widening ever so slightly. “What do you think of animals?”

The question caught me off guard, but I held his gaze, refusing to let him see me falter. I leaned back slightly, my lips curving into a smirk of my own. “That depends,” I said, my voice steady. “Are we talking about the ones that follow orders? Or the ones that bite?”

Lucci’s smile sharpened, his amusement barely masking the intensity simmering beneath. “Interesting distinction,” he said, his tone laced with intrigue. His hand brushed the edge of the table as he leaned closer still, his presence dominating. “But let me rephrase. Do you think predators can ever truly be tamed?”

I arched an eyebrow, my heartbeat quickening despite my best efforts to appear unaffected. “Tamed?” I echoed, my tone matching his. “I think predators only play nice when it suits them. But deep down, they’re always waiting for the right moment to strike.”

Lucci’s eyes glinted with something feral, his smirk turning predatory. “Smart answer,” he said, his voice a purr. “But it sounds like you’re speaking from experience.” His fingers brushed against mine briefly as he reached for his glass, the touch intentional and electrifying. “Perhaps… you’ve been too close to the wrong kind of predator before.”

“Or,” I countered, leaning in slightly, my voice dropping to a low whisper, “I know how to handle them.”

His gaze darkened further, the hint of a predatory grin tugging at his lips. “What about leopards?”

I chuckled lightly, taking a sip of wine. “Leopards? I love them—just as long as they can keep up with me.”

Lucci’s low growl sent a chill down my spine. His sharp fangs glinted faintly in the dim candlelight as he leaned closer, gripping my chin. “You’re bold. I’ll give you that much,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against my lips to wipe away a stray drop of wine. I froze for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly. His touch was deliberate, his gaze even more intense. "Sharp fangs... just what in the hell is he?" I thought, my heartbeat quickening.

I swallowed my wine, the deep red liquid swirling in my mouth before I composed myself. I watched as Lucci slowly brought his thumb to his own lips, licking off the wine with a languid, almost sensual motion. The taste of the wine lingered on his lips, his eyes never leaving mine.

Before I could retort, Sanji returned, “accidentally” spilling a glass of wine onto Lucci’s shirt. “Oops. My mistake,” he said with an exaggerated bow.

Lucci growled menacingly, his patience clearly wearing thin. I quickly stood, grabbing a napkin. “Here, let me help,” I offered, dabbing at his shirt. As I leaned in, I noticed his breathing hitch slightly, but he quickly composed himself.

“Is everything alright, Lucci?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, my tone teasing yet pointed.

He smirked faintly, that predatory look still glinting in his eyes. “Better than ever.”

I straightened up, smoothing the fabric of my dress, and forcing a smile that didn’t quite mask the curiosity swirling in my mind. “Thank you for the meal. But I think it’s time I take my leave.”

As I turned to go, feeling the tension dissipate slightly, his grip on my wrist stopped me. In one swift motion, he spun me around to face him, his eyes dark and filled with intent.

“I won’t have you ignoring me,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, the weight of his words making my pulse quicken.

I tilted my head, feigning indifference, though a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. “Now, Lucci, I’m not ignoring you. I’m simply standing up, getting ready to walk out, and head back to my hotel room.” I raised an eyebrow, studying him carefully. “Why did you want to walk me to my room?”

Inside, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something deeper was at play. He’s hiding something more, I thought, my gaze never leaving his. I could feel the tension building between us, thickening with every second.

Then, without warning, I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, watching as his eyes widened slightly in stunned silence. It was a brief, almost playful gesture, but it was enough to catch him off guard.

"Thank you for tonight," I said softly, my voice betraying a hint of warmth despite my earlier guardedness.

I quickly grabbed the flowers from his hand and turned on my heel, making my way toward the exit. My heart pounded in my chest as I strode confidently toward the door. As I stepped outside, I broke into a sprint, adrenaline flooding my veins. I needed to regroup with the others, to figure out what Lucci was truly up to. 

Flashback ends…  

I took a sip of my wine, letting the memories settle before continuing. “And then what happened?” Carrot asked, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Well…” I sighed, gathering my thoughts. “This is where shit gets real.” said Nami as I recounted the tale. “So we were hiding up in the trees, I was still wearing the dress Nami lent me for when I had to go to dinner with Lucci, Sanji was somewhere, so up in the tree in front of Galley La, was Zoro, Luffy, Nami, Chopper and I, Chopper was keeping watch since Galley-La forman was everywhere surrounding the perimeter. Luffy grabbed me and made our move, though I went through the window of Icepops office, and Luffy was stuff in a wall.

Flashback…

"Damn it, Luffy, at least tell me when we are making an entrance like that." I said as I tried to carefully remove the glass from my surrounding, and on me. "Bad enough im still wearing Nami's dress, she lent me, cant have..." I said as I looked at the scene in front of me.

As I straightened, I caught sight of two masked men standing inside, one of them clutching a stack of documents. Paulie was slumped on the ground nearby, his face contorted in pain, blood dripping onto the floor from a wound on his shoulder.

"Immoral girl," Paulie groaned weakly, glaring at me despite his condition.

"Now's not the time, Paulie," I shot back, already drawing my swords. The tension in the room crackled like fire, my grip tightening on the hilts of my blades.

"What's going on in here?! Hey, are you okay? You’re covered in blood! You sure did surprise me!" Luffy exclaimed, still stuck in the wall. His head swiveled as he took in the masked figures, Paulie on the ground, and me standing ready for battle.

"Luffy, from what I can tell, those two in the masks injured Paulie," I said, my tone sharp as I kept my focus on the intruders.

"At least I'm not crashing through walls and windows," Paulie muttered under his breath, attempting to sit up but failing miserably.

I glanced at him, doing a double take before smirking. "This is how we always make our entrances—iconic."

"Strawhat Luffy, how kind of you to take the blame for the crime," the man in the bull mask said, his voice cold and calculating.

I frowned, narrowing my eyes as recognition tugged at the edges of my memory. That voice sounds familiar…

"As for you, Y/N," the bull-masked man continued, stepping forward, "I have something special for you."

"Listen, I don’t need any more surprises," I snapped, irritation bleeding into my voice. "I just—quite literally—came back from having dinner with a foreman who not only surprised me by renting out the whole restaurant for us but also by the insane meal selection!"

Luffy, still firmly lodged in the wall, blinked and tilted his head. "Wait… you mean pigeon guy?"

"Yeah, Captain," I replied, casting a quick glance at him as I maintained my defensive stance. "Have to say, that meal was quite delicious. You would’ve loved it."

The bull-masked man chuckled darkly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Ah, yes… Rob Lucci. Quite the charmer, isn’t he? Tell me, did he wine and dine you as part of his little game, or are you truly as naïve as you seem?"

My jaw tightened as the mocking tone in his voice struck a nerve. "First of all, how the hell do you know him? And second, keep your cryptic ass comments to yourself."

The man in the other mask laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. "She sure has a temper," he said, his amusement evident as he folded his arms.

I shot him a glare that could’ve pierced steel. "Say another word, and I’ll make you eat that mask."

"Feisty," the bull-masked man said, tilting his head as if analyzing me. "But I’d expect nothing less from someone who would willingly sit across from Lucci. Tell me, Y/N, what did you think of his ‘charm’? Did it feel genuine, or could you sense the predator lurking beneath the surface?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, still trying to piece together what he was getting at. "What are you guys, friends or something?" I asked, my tone dripping with skepticism.

The bull-masked man chuckled, a deep, unsettling sound. "Friends? No. But we are… acquainted. Let’s just say we’ve been part of the same game for a very long time."

"Game?" I echoed, my grip on my swords tightening. "You’re going to need to be a lot less cryptic if you want me to take you seriously."

The man in the other mask laughed again, the sound grating on my nerves. "She’s got spunk, I’ll give her that. But she’s not exactly the sharpest sword in the sheath, is she?"

I shot him a glare that could’ve scorched metal. Without wasting another second, I swiftly raised my left arm and sent a slash with my sword, the blade whistling through the air. The edge caught the hem of his cloak, slicing clean through and sending a tattered piece of fabric fluttering to the ground.

"You flinched," I said, smirking as I straightened. My voice carried just enough arrogance to needle at his composure.

The bull-masked man remained still for a moment, his head tilting slightly as if to gauge me. Then, to my surprise, he chuckled softly, the sound low and calculated. "Impressive," he admitted, his tone almost amused. "I can see why Lucci fancies you."

My smirk faltered, and I blinked, caught off guard by the remark. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I demanded, my grip tightening on my sword. "Wait, pigeon guy likes Y/N?" Luffy said, his jaw dropping in disbelief from the wall.

"Wait! I get it! You guys in the masks must be the ones forcing Robin to do all the bad stuff!" Luffy yelled, suddenly agitated. "You give her back, you bastards!"

"Yeah! You bastards!" I echoed, stepping forward, ready to strike.

"Tempest kick..." the guy in the skull mask muttered, his voice cold as his leg swung in an X-pattern, heading straight for Luffy.

"Tempest wha—?" I started, but then I saw the devastating attack coming in fast. "Luffy, get out of there!" I yelled.

I didn’t wait. In a blur, I jumped, narrowly dodging the attack just in time to see Luffy escape from the wall, the move just a hair's breadth from him.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, stunned as I landed, my eyes glued to the damage caused by the attack.

"He cut through the wall," Luffy said, barely recovering from the close call.

"Hey! Behind you!" Paulie suddenly shouted.

I whipped around just as the bull-masked man appeared out of nowhere behind Luffy. Before we could react, he landed a crushing blow to Luffy’s face, sending him sprawling and separating us.

"Luffy!" I yelled, fear flashing in my chest as I gripped my sword tighter, preparing to rush in.

But before I could move, the bull-masked man impaled Luffy with semi-circular nails, pinning him to the ground, holding him in place.

"What the hell is that?!" I demanded, my eyes widening at the horrific sight.

"This is an emergency situation," the bull-masked man said, his voice cold and detached. "We don't have time to deal with you, restrain Paulie too."

The skull-masked man nodded, moving swiftly as the bull-masked man turned his attention back to me, blocking my path to Luffy.

"Y/N!" Luffy yelled, struggling to move but unable to free himself from the strange restraints. "Run, head to Robin!"

I hesitated, the desperate look in Luffy's eyes making my chest tighten, but I knew what I had to do. "Damn it," I muttered under my breath.

I quickly placed my swords back into their sheaths and turned on my heel, running at full speed. I had to get to Robin, no matter what it took. But just as I was about to make my way toward the stairs, the bull-masked man appeared right in front of me, his silhouette blocking my path.

"Going somewhere?" he asked, his voice like gravel as I took a cautious step back.

I backed up slowly, feeling the cold air shift around me, but the instant my heel hit something hard, I froze. My heart raced as I realized I’d run straight into someone else. I didn't turn, but my hands instinctively reached out behind me, brushing against strong arms, a ripped cloak, and the unmistakable skull mask. I swallowed hard, dread creeping up my spine.

I slowly turned around, now face-to-face with the skull-masked man, and realized I was completely cornered. My breath quickened, my instincts screaming at me to escape, but it was already too late.

"Did I ever tell you, you look..." I began, my voice trailing off as I suddenly dashed under the bull-masked man’s arm, desperately trying to make a break for it.

"Damn, she's fast," the skull-masked man muttered, a hint of admiration in his voice as I sprinted, fueled by the adrenaline pumping through me.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" I shouted, fury and fear mixing in my chest. I could hear Luffy's voice in the distance, but before I could even make it toward him, a sudden, sharp force hit me, sending me crashing to the floor.

"Y/N, no!" Luffy yelled, but it was too late. I gritted my teeth, my arms flailing to push the figure off me, but the bull-masked man’s grip was like iron.

"You're not going anywhere," he said, his tone chillingly calm as he lifted me effortlessly, the pressure in my chest building with every second.

"Let me go! You have no right to do this!" I yelled, trying to elbow his face, but my struggles were in vain. He twisted me in his hold, forcing me to the side.

With one swift motion, he slammed me down onto Iceburg’s desk. I winced at the sudden pain as I felt my arms being pinned above my head with strength I couldn't overpower.

The cold, sterile surface of the desk pressed against me, and I had no choice but to glare up at the bull-masked man. My heart raced with frustration and anger.

The bull-masked man shoved me to the ground, pinning me with a strength that left me momentarily breathless. My arms were locked above my head, his body weight pressing down on me, rendering me unable to break free. I gritted my teeth, my chest heaving with every breath.

"The hell are you made of steel?" I growled, struggling against his unrelenting hold. But he remained calm, as though my resistance was nothing more than an annoying inconvenience. He nodded his head toward the guy in the skull mask, who responded by handing him a set of half-circular metal bars—just like the ones used on Luffy and Paulie.

This time, there were four.

I shot the bull-masked man a glare, trying to regain some semblance of control. "You know, any other day, I'd find this a turn-on," I said through gritted teeth, "but on a day like this..."

I kicked my feet, trying to shake free, but in doing so, I unintentionally exposed more of my left leg, the slit in my dress revealing my skin.

The bull-masked man stopped for a moment, his attention momentarily shifting. "She truly is remarkable," he murmured to the skull-masked man. "Again, Lucci fancies her for a reason."

I clenched my fists in frustration. I didn’t care about their twisted fascination. I was getting out of this. I had to.

Before I could react further, I heard Luffy’s voice, filled with anger and desperation. "HEY, LEAVE HER ALONE! I DON'T LIKE THE WAY YOU GUYS ARE LOOKING AT HER!"

His words were fueled with emotion, and it gave me a small sense of relief, even if he was also bound and restrained with those same metal bars dug into the ground. The bull-masked man seemed unfazed by Luffy's outburst.

One of the cold metal bars was pressed against my right wrist, digging into the floor, holding me down. The second followed, locking my left wrist in place. The cold metal bars dug into my wrists, and I could feel the pressure building with each passing second. My heart raced, fury boiling in my chest, but I refused to show them the extent of my fear. The guy in the bull mask was smug, watching me with an almost casual amusement as I struggled beneath him.

"Two more. Think you can be a good girl for me, or do I need to hold you down again?" the bull-masked man taunted, his voice low and mocking.

"Fuck you," I snarled back, my voice cold with defiance.

The guy in the skull mask, clearly not enjoying the challenge, reached down and grabbed one of my legs, trying to force it still. I jerked it away, kicking him in the side of the head with all the strength I could muster.

"Let go of me!" I screamed, kicking again, trying to break free of his grip.

But he didn’t let go. Instead, he tightened his hold, his fingers curling around my ankle as he added pressure, forcing a groan of pain from me.

"You have three minutes," the skull-masked man gritted out to the bull-masked one, his voice gruff. "Hurry it up."

The bull-masked man stepped forward with a twisted smile, placing the remaining two metal bars on my ankles, pinning me further to the cold, unforgiving floor. My body was completely trapped now, and I could feel the anger and helplessness surge inside me.

"Get these off me!" I yelled, straining against the restraints. I thrashed, trying to break free, but it was no use. The metal bars were too strong, too tightly anchored to the floor.

"Stupid metal bars, stupid masked people," I muttered, trying to control my breathing as I fought against the restraints.

The guy in the bull mask and the guy in the skull mask turned and left, leaving me restrained.

"Hey! Y/N! You okay?!" Luffy's voice echoed from somewhere nearby.

"Getting there, Captain," I said, still thrashing against the metal bars.

"Hey, you alright?" Paulie asked, his voice closer now.

"You kidding? This is nothing," I replied, trying to sound confident even though frustration bubbled under the surface.

"Yeah, this is totally nothing," Luffy chimed in.

"That’s good, I guess. But why’d you guys come here in the first place? Everyone here thinks you guys shot Iceberg. Sorry about that—kind of jumped the gun on that one," said Paulie as I rolled my eyes.

"No big deal. We are pirates, after all," said Luffy with a laugh.

"Anyways, those guys in the masks took one of our crewmates, so we’re here to get her back," Luffy explained.

"Nico Robin," Paulie said, recognition dawning on his face.

"So, you two are good at fighting?" Paulie continued, his voice still a little unsteady from earlier exertion.

"Hell yeah, we are!" I said with confidence.

"Good, then we can beat those guys together, ‘cause I’m ready to fight," Paulie declared, determination clear in his tone.

Just then, Paulie’s emotions got the better of him, his face tightening at the thought of something happening to Iceberg.

"Don’t worry, we won’t let anything happen to Ice Pops, right, Y/N?" Luffy said with a reassuring grin.

"You bet!" I agreed.

"So... anybody know how to get these metal bars off us?" I asked, laughing a little despite the situation.

"Good thing they didn’t put one on my waist, neck, or thighs," I added with a smirk.

"Immoral girl," Paulie muttered, his tone laced with mild exasperation.

"Why am I that, Paulie? Besides, you’re not in the best position to do anything about it either," I shot back teasingly.

"Yeah, and the guy in the bull mask was looking at her weird. I don’t like it," Luffy said, his tone shifting to a rare seriousness.

"This sucks!" yelled Paulie, glaring at the floor where he was firmly stuck.

"Yeah! This sucks!" Luffy echoed, just as loudly, his frustration matching Paulie's.

"Would you two quit yelling? Luffy, try to break free from your bars! You’re made of rubber, so it should be easier. Then you can help Paulie and me," I suggested, keeping my voice calm and focused despite the tension.

Luffy blinked, as if suddenly realizing his advantage, and started stretching and pulling against the restraints. With a grunt of effort, his rubbery limbs expanded and twisted, finally snapping the bars apart with a satisfying clang.

"Good job, Captain!" I said, grinning.

"Easy! ‘Cause I’m rubber!" Luffy declared triumphantly, shaking out his now-free arms.

"You’re going to pay, you masked bastards!" Paulie growled, his fists clenching in anticipation as Luffy knelt to work on his restraints.

With a bit more stretching and effort, Luffy freed Paulie, who stood up and cracked his knuckles, ready for action.

"Good! Now me, Captain!" I said, wiggling in my restraints impatiently.

Luffy nodded, turning his attention to my bars. His rubbery fingers stretched and twisted, tugging at the stubborn restraints. After a moment of struggle, the bars gave way with a loud snap.

"Finally free!" I said, getting back to my feet and stretching out my arms. "Okay, now, Paulie, lead the way!"

We all started running, but of course, Luffy, being Luffy, ended up creating a hole in the wrong door.

"RA!!!" Luffy yelled as he punched through the wall with all his might.

"This is the wrong room, you idiot! It’s the one next door, you hear me?!" Paulie shouted, exasperated.

But Luffy didn’t even pause. He just started punching through the adjoining wall to get to the correct room.

"Well, that’s one way of doing things," I muttered, standing beside him as the dust from his punches filled the air.

With one final blow, Luffy broke through. "Ahh!!! Give Robin back!" he yelled as we all charged into the room.

Inside, the chaos escalated. "Luffy?! Y/N?!" came a familiar voice. Zoro, Nami, and Chopper stood at the other side of the room, Zoro’s blade still raised after slashing through another door.

"Would you look at that, the gang’s almost complete," I said with a smirk, glancing at them.

"Well, if it isn’t kitten," said a familiar, mocking voice. I turned sharply to see the man in the bull mask stepping forward.

"Lucci?!" I exclaimed, my body tense with recognition.

"Hey, Luffy! Y/N! Where were you when we had to beat up all those shipwrights?" Zoro demanded, his tone accusatory.

"ME? Where the hell were YOU when we were getting pinned to the floor with metal bars?!" I shot back, throwing my hands up in frustration.

Nami sighed, rubbing her temples. "Would both of you stop arguing? We’ve got bigger problems!"

"Well, well, well," came Lucci's voice, his smirk as sharp as a blade. He stepped forward, his arms crossed casually, as though this was nothing more than a game to him.

My eyes darted around the room, and that’s when I spotted him—Iceberg. He was slumped on the ground, bruised, blood staining his clothes as he struggled to lift his head.

"Paulie..." Iceberg’s voice was weak but filled with a mixture of pain and urgency.

"Icepops," I whispered, feeling a pang of dread sink into my chest.

Flashback ended…

That’s when Paulie found out the truth—that his team, Kaku, Lucci, Kalifa, and Blueno, were all part of CP9, and were ready to kill Iceberg for the plans he had for Plutton that were handed down to him. It hit him hard, finding out his friends of five years were spies. Hell we were all in shock as well, since we all thought they were shipwrights.” 

“Betrayal’s always rough,” Brook said with a melancholic tone.

“We tried to convince Robin to come back to us, but she refused. We were confused, and refused for her to go with the world government. I continued as I detailed the events.

Flashback

I continued, "So, Nami had me go to dinner with the ‘head honcho’ over there," I motioned toward Lucci. "Guess what? He just happens to reveal he works for this secret agency."

"Now is not the time for that, Y/N!" Nami yelled, her voice sharp with urgency.

Before I could snap back, Hattori suddenly flew over to me, nuzzling my cheek like we were old friends. "Sweetheart, you’re okay," the bird cooed.

"What the hell..." I muttered, frozen in place.

"Hattori, come here," Lucci commanded, his voice low and steady.

The bird obediently flew back to his shoulder, and just like that, Paulie snapped. He lunged at Lucci with everything he had.

"You traitorous bastard!" Paulie roared, aiming a punch square at Lucci’s face.

But Lucci moved too fast. With a flick of his wrist, he delivered a devastating Finger Pistol to Paulie’s chest.

"Paulie!" I screamed as he staggered backward, clutching his wound.

"You still haven’t learned, have you?" Lucci said calmly, shaking his head as though he were dealing with a stubborn child.

He pulled his bloodied finger back, and Paulie dropped to his knees.

"Our abilities far surpass the average human," Lucci began, his tone almost clinical. "After years of training, we’ve mastered the art of the Six Powers. These techniques transform the body into a living weapon, giving us the strength of a hundred men."

"You’ve got to be kidding me," I whispered, feeling my heart race in fear.

Luffy, however, wasn’t fazed. He charged at Lucci with everything he had, launching himself with a fierce kick.

Lucci caught his foot effortlessly, his expression unchanged.

"Take this! Gomu Gomu no Gatling!" Luffy yelled, his fists raining down in a rapid blur.

"Iron Body," Lucci said simply, his body unmoving as Luffy’s punches bounced off him like raindrops.

"What the... that didn’t work at all!" Luffy muttered as he landed back beside us.

"You’re nothing but a pest," Lucci said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Shave."

In an instant, he vanished.

"Where did he—" I started, but my words were cut off as Lucci appeared behind Luffy, landing a Finger Pistol to his neck.

"Luffy!" I screamed as he crashed into the wall, landing near Zoro, Nami, and Chopper.

Lucci turned to me, his cold eyes locking onto mine. "If you weren’t made of rubber, you’d be dead with a hole in your neck. Lucky you."

"You bastard!" I yelled, throwing a punch with everything I had.

But he caught my fist with ease, twisting my arm behind my back in one fluid motion. Pain shot through me as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back.

"Let me go!" I spat, struggling against his hold.

Lucci smirked, his grip unrelenting. "No, you walked into the lion’s den. And now you’ll deal with the consequences."

He shoved my head to the side, his breath hot against my neck.

"You really should’ve changed out of this dress, you know," he said mockingly. "You still look far too good."

Before I could respond, he leaned in and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to my neck, his smirk widening as he pulled back.

"You son of a—" I growled, thrashing against him, but his grip tightened, and I could feel his strength—unrelenting, inhuman. "Y/N!" Nami and Chopper screamed, their voices filled with worry, but I could barely focus on them with Lucci's grip on me tightening.

I winced, trying to pull my head away. "Don't worry, guys, I'm..." I paused, hissing in pain as his fingers dug into my scalp, "oww, damn it!"

"My hair..." I muttered, frustration bubbling up as I tried to wiggle free. I reached my right hand up, grabbing onto Lucci's wrist, trying to at least loosen his grip on my hair. But the more I struggled, the more his hold tightened.

"Sweetheart, papa’s just... territorial, if you will," Hattori said, his voice almost soothing, as though this was just another one of Lucci's quirks.

"Territorial... OWW!" I yelped, unable to hold back the pain as his grip tightened. I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from crying out any further. The pressure on my scalp felt like it was going to rip my hair out, but I wasn't about to give Lucci the satisfaction of seeing me break.

Lucci’s smirk remained ever-present, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Kitten, you look so good like this," he taunted, voice low and dangerous. His mocking tone only fueled my anger.

Gritting my teeth, I gathered every ounce of strength I had left. With a swift motion, I jabbed my right elbow into his ribs. The hit landed with enough force to make him loosen his hold on me, giving me just enough freedom to break away.

Before Lucci could react, Luffy rushed in, grabbing me and pulling me to safety. "Y/N!" Nami and Chopper called out in unison, their voices filled with concern.

"I'm fine, guys," I reassured them, my voice still a little shaky but filled with determination. As Luffy set me down, Zoro moved quickly to my side, offering me a hand up.

"Thanks, Captain," I said, giving Luffy a grateful smile.

"Clever girl," Luffy remarked, a rare compliment slipping out as he flashed me a grin.

I didn't waste time as I reached over to Nami, who handed me a scrunchie. I quickly tied my hair up, securing it into a ponytail. "Better," I said, now feeling more like myself despite the lingering soreness.

"Ready to fight back?" Zoro asked, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword."Always," I replied with a fierce determination. Luffy's voice was filled with determination as he addressed Lucci, his eyes locked on the CP9 agent. "Y/N and I made a promise to beat the crap out of anybody who hurts Icepops," Luffy said, his grin wide and unwavering.

"Really, Y/N?" Nami asked, her expression a mix of surprise and concern.

"Yes, Nami," I replied, giving her a firm nod. I wasn’t about to back down, especially not now.

Kaku, standing off to the side with a smug look, sneered. "I see you decided to trust him over us."

"Hell yeah!" I shot back, my tone equally firm. "When you betray your friends, don’t expect us to stand by you."

Luffy then turned to Robin, his face full of confusion and concern. "And you guys took one of my friends! Robin, what gives? Why are you acting like this? If you want to leave the crew, at least tell me why."

Robin was silent, her gaze hard and distant, as if she was weighing something deep inside. Her silence was more painful than any words she could’ve spoken, and it made me angry. I wanted answers, just like Luffy.

"Yeah, and why would you want to side with the World Government?" Nami chimed in, her frustration palpable. She was always the voice of reason, but even she couldn’t hide the hurt in her words.

"Exactly!" I added, stepping up beside Nami. "They're annoying, and horrible. You know that!"

Lucci chuckled darkly, clearly finding our words amusing.

"Do I have to repeat myself? I believe I said goodbye to the cook and doctor before I left. Didn't you pass that along, Chopper?"

Robin's voice was cold, distant. "Of course I did. Just because I heard it doesn't mean I accept it! How could you do this?" Chopper’s voice cracked with emotion.

"I did it to make my wish come true. A wish that can’t come true..." Robin's words trailed off, weighed down by an unseen burden.

I couldn't let her continue, not like this. "That's enough, Robin!" I said, taking a small step forward, my eyes fixed on her. "Just because you're spouting this nonsense, doesn't mean we're going to let you go to the government."

Robin’s eyes flashed with anger, and she snapped, "You know nothing about the situation!"

"Maybe I don’t," I said, my voice firm. "But I’m not going to let you throw your life away like this. We’ve known each other way before joining the crew. When I was 17, Crocodile was looking for recruits for Baroque Works, and you happened to stumble upon one of my fights. When I refused, Crocodile didn’t take it lightly. That was when you intervened... Fast forward to when I turned 19, and I joined the crew back in Alabasta. You came shortly after, and we were departing Alabasta. You and I know what it's like to fight for things on our own, to have no one to turn to... I’m not letting you go through your life like this, all for the sake of one wish."

There was a long silence between us, the weight of my words hanging in the air. Robin’s expression softened, but she said nothing. I didn’t expect her to understand yet. But I wasn’t going to let her face this alone—none of us would. "So... you and kitten have known each other for some time," Lucci smirked, clearly amused. "Well, this just makes everything more interesting."

I gritted my teeth, but before I could respond, Robin spoke again. "You may not find it fair... but to accomplish my goal, I’ll make any sacrifice," she said, her tone sharp, almost cold.

I faltered for a moment, my mind racing with everything we had been through. "I see..." Zoro spoke up, cutting through the tension. "And that includes framing your crewmates for attempted murder? What is this wish of yours?"

"I don’t have to answer that question," Robin snapped, avoiding eye contact, as if her resolve was unshakable.

"You have no right to do this," Iceberg said from the ground, struggling but still defiant.

"I won’t let anyone get in my way..." Robin’s voice was full of rage, her usual calm demeanor replaced by a fury I hadn’t seen before.

"Please, Robin, come back!" Chopper’s voice cracked with desperation, but before anyone could say more, Lucci moved swiftly, blocking our view of Robin.

"Sorry to break up this reunion," Lucci said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I’ll have to stop you there. You see, we have a date this evening, with a very important individual. It’s been four years in the making. We’re finished here. That means we’re finished with you as well." His eyes locked onto mine. "Except for you, kitten."

A chill ran down my spine at the way he said my name. I steeled myself, trying to ignore the unease gnawing at me. There was no way I was backing down now. Robin, even though she was lost in her own path, was still one of us. And I wasn’t going to let her slip further into darkness.

"What do you want with me, Lucci?" I said, my voice steady, though my heart pounded in my chest.

"You’ll find out soon enough," he said with a smirk. "But for now... you’re coming with me." His words hung in the air like a threat, sharp and suffocating.

"Here’s the deal," Lucci continued, his tone cold. "This building will burst into flames in two minutes. I suggest you leave now, though I have no intention of letting you go." His eyes flashed, and his posture shifted as if he were preparing for something bigger.

"Robin is not one of us anymore, do you accept that now?" Zoro asked Luffy, his voice almost as hard as steel.

"No way!" Luffy shouted without hesitation, stepping forward, his eyes locked on Robin.

Nami readied her Clima-Tact, Zoro gripped his swords tightly, Chopper and Luffy also prepared themselves for whatever was coming. I stood there, heart pounding, ready to fight, but my focus was clear. We couldn’t let Robin fall any further into the government’s hands.

"I’ll take my leave now, this is farewell," Robin said, her voice distant, as she made for the window.

Before anyone could react, Luffy surged forward, determined to stop her. But Blueno appeared in his path, blocking his every move.

"Y/N, why aren’t you getting ready to fight?" Zoro whispered, noticing my calm stance.

"You’ll see," I replied, my gaze fixed on the window Robin was trying to escape through.

Zoro smirked at my response, clearly recognizing my intent. "Always reckless."

"Without a doubt," I whispered again, my eyes narrowing as I prepared for the next move.

Just then, Zoro shouted for us to get down, and a slashing technique sliced through the air, reminding me of the same one used when we first crashed into Iceberg’s office.

"That’s the same one used when we crashed into Iceberg’s office," I murmured, watching the attack with sharp eyes.

Zoro wasted no time and charged at Kaku, while Luffy, with determination in his eyes, charged toward Robin. But as expected, Lucci intercepted Luffy, knocking him back with ease. I didn’t wait for a second longer. I slid across the floor, narrowly avoiding another attack, and continued my sprint toward the window.

"I told you she’s fast," Kaku remarked, his voice almost admiring as he watched me move.

I didn’t stop. Robin needed me, and I wasn’t going to let her slip away without a fight.

The chaos of the moment still felt so raw. I stood on the edge, the rushing wind cutting through the tension as I leaned precariously over the ledge. Robin dangled just a few feet below, her grip slipping. My heart pounded in my chest as I reached out, my fingers wrapping tightly around her arm. “I got her, quick, someone pull me up!” I shouted, my voice rising over the sound of the wind.

“Don’t worry, Robin, I got you,” I said, flashing her a reassuring smile. Her gaze flicked up to meet mine, her expression unreadable. "What are you…" she started, her voice trailing off as her hand tensed against mine.

Suddenly, I felt a soft touch graze my bare back. The sensation sent an involuntary shiver through me, but before I could react, the touch became a firm grip around my waist, steady and insistent. The hold tightened, pulling me closer to the ledge.

“Good, quick, Luffy, pull me up!” I urged, urgency lacing my words. I felt a sharp tug around my waist, Luffy’s efforts straining against the combined weight of both Robin and me. Inch by inch, I was being pulled back to safety, but every movement felt agonizingly slow.

The dress I was wearing—Nami’s dress from our dinner with Lucci—was complicating everything. The fabric clung awkwardly, restricting my movements, but I bit back my frustration and focused on the task at hand. "Come on, Robin, work with me here!" I called out, gripping her arm tighter and trying to hoist her up.

Then, the hold around my waist tightened further, pulling me back abruptly. “Easy!” I yelled over my shoulder, not bothering to turn around. "I’m trying not to drop her here!"

And then, just as I thought we might make it, I heard a low growl from behind me. My heart skipped a beat. My eyes widened in realization.

“Captain... you're not holding me, are you?” I said, the words coming out faster than I could process them. Luffy’s voice cut through the air, full of panic.

"Let her go!" Luffy shouted, his tone carrying desperation. The force from behind me was too much, and before I could hold on, the pull on my waist was too great. My hand slipped from Robin’s, and I was yanked back into the room.

Flashback Ends 

I nodded, recalling the vivid details. “He flung me into a wall like I was nothing. That hit hurt, and I mean hurt.” I paused, my hand instinctively brushing against the spot where the impact had been. “Luffy, Zoro, Chopper, and Nami were all worried after seeing the force of the impact. A few pieces of the wall even broke too. But I stood back up, gripping both of my swords, determined to face him.”

“Lucci had eaten a Zoan-type fruit—Cat-Cat Fruit—the Leopard Model. He was huge, a menacing creature. Even in his hybrid form, he was terrifying,” I continued, my tone more serious now, my thoughts lingering on how dangerous he had been. “When I went back to where the group was facing off, I felt something grab my leg. It was Lucci’s tail, wrapping around me like a vice.”

I shuddered at the memory. The force of the tail was powerful, and before I knew it, he had flung me up to the ceiling, his sharp eyes locked on me. He caught me in mid-air, holding me in place with an almost predatory gaze.

"Scared of me yet?" he growled, his voice full of malice.

I couldn’t let him see that fear. Not then, not ever. I smirked, despite the pain, despite the danger, and I told him, “Not at all.”

For a split second, I saw his expression falter—just a brief moment of hesitation. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

As I went to land a strike, Lucci moved faster than I could react. He grabbed both my wrists and made me drop my swords. Before I could recover, he flung me into another wall, the impact nearly knocking me out. The building started collapsing, and Chopper got hurt in the chaos. Luffy and Zoro were flung out of a window, leaving me and Nami behind.”

Carrot gasped, clutching her chest. “What happened next?”

Flashback…

The Galley-La building was crumbling around us, the aftermath of Lucci’s tempest kick leaving destruction in its wake. My body ached as I struggled to rise, the impact of my last throw against the wall making every movement feel impossible. The situation was dire—my sword and Zoro’s were out of reach, Zoro and Luffy were nowhere to be seen, Chopper was injured and trapped in rubble, and Nami was far from safety with flames licking at the walls around us. The odds are really against us, I thought grimly.

Nearby, Paulie made a desperate attempt to shield Iceberg but was quickly cornered by the members of CP9. His cries echoed faintly over the chaos.

“Y/N!” Nami’s voice rang out as she appeared at my side, her face full of worry.

“I’m… fine… Nami,” I said, clutching my side and forcing a weak smile. “We need to get to Chopper and try to get out of here.”

Before we could act, Lucci emerged, his leopard form looming ominously in the flickering light of the fire. His eyes locked onto us with predatory intent.

“Now… it’s your turn,” Lucci said coldly, advancing toward us.

Without a second thought, I moved to shield Nami with my battered body. “You won’t hurt her,” I said, my voice strained but resolute.

“Y/N, what are you doing?!” Nami hissed, trying to pull me back.

I leaned closer, whispering so only she could hear, “Nami, I might not be able to do much… but I trust you guys. You’ll find me—and Robin—no matter what happens, right?”

“What are you saying?!” she exclaimed, her wide eyes darting between me and Lucci. “Don’t do something reckless!”

I gave her a small smile, trying to mask the fear that churned in my gut. "Please, Nami, I trust you... Also, if you don’t mind, bring me a change of clothes later—the freer, the better," I whispered with a faint attempt at humor, hoping to lighten the moment, even just a little.

Nami’s grip tightened, her eyes filled with desperation. “Don’t you dare—”

Lucci’s gaze shifted, and his lips curled into a sinister smirk. “Kitten, why would you defy me?” His tone was mocking, but there was an edge of irritation behind his words.

Despite the overwhelming danger, a small chuckle escaped my lips. “Honestly, Lucci? I just can’t take you seriously in that form… and with Hattori looking so tiny.”

For a moment, there was silence, and then Nami exploded. “NOW’S NOT THE TIME TO JOKE!” she yelled, her voice rising in sheer disbelief, her eyes wide as if I’d lost my mind entirely.

The moment of levity passed quickly as Lucci growled lowly, his form tensing as he prepared to strike. My heart raced, knowing this could be my last stand. But if it meant buying even a few moments for Nami and the others, it was a risk I was willing to take. 

Lucci’s growl deepened, and before I could react, his clawed hand grabbed me with a grip like iron. He flung me effortlessly, as though I weighed nothing, sending me hurtling across the room. My body crashed onto Iceberg’s bed with a force so great that the wooden frame shattered beneath me, collapsing into splinters. Pain radiated through every nerve, sharp and relentless, as I lay there, struggling to breathe.

“Nami…” I whispered, my voice faint and trembling as I forced the word out. I could barely hold on—my body felt too weak, the toll of countless injuries making even the smallest movement unbearable.

Through the haze of pain, I could hear Nami’s panicked cries and the crackling of the fire growing closer. Please, Nami… get Chopper and get out of here, I thought, my heart heavy.

Lucci loomed over me like a shadow, his eyes cold and unfeeling. “Pathetic,” he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. “This is what defiance gets you.”

Even as I lay there, battered and broken, I forced a faint smirk to my lips. “You... talk too much,” I rasped, defiance still flickering in my chest despite the odds.

Nami’s voice broke through the chaos, desperation lacing her words. “Y/N! Hang on!” 

Just as I tried to gather what little strength I had left, Lucci turned his cold gaze toward Nami. With a sudden, ruthless motion, he struck her, sending her flying through the shattered window and out into the chaos outside.

“NAMI!” I screamed, my voice hoarse with desperation. Summoning every ounce of strength, I tried to push myself up, but my body trembled under the strain. “Bastard,” I spat through gritted teeth, fury burning through the pain.

Kaku stepped forward, his tone calm but laced with urgency. “Just what exactly are you planning to do with her, Lucci? We’re here to kill Iceberg, leave no evidence, secure Robin, and retrieve Cutty Flam. We don’t have time for distractions.”

My vision blurred as my injuries caught up with me, and I felt the pull of unconsciousness creeping closer. Through the haze, I saw Lucci approach, his smirk sharp and cruel as he knelt beside me. His hand moved to my cheek, trailing slowly and deliberately as if to mock my helplessness.

“I have plans for this one,” he said, his tone chillingly casual.

“Wha…” I tried to protest, but the words caught in my throat, my body betraying me. Before I could fully comprehend his intentions, Lucci struck with his infamous Finger Pistol technique.

A sharp, searing pain erupted in my side, stealing the last of my strength. My body collapsed back onto the broken remains of the bed as darkness began to close in. The last thing I saw was Lucci’s cold, predatory gaze, and the faint glimmer of his smirk before unconsciousness claimed me.

Flashback Ends..

Brook tilted his head. “What did he do next?”I swirled the wine in the bottle thoughtfully before taking a sip. “There were two times I woke up after that… once when we were boarding the train, and the second time when we were already on the Sea Train,” I explained, my gaze distant as the memories came flooding back.

Flashback… 

My consciousness stirred as distant yells echoed around me. The world was blurry and disjointed, but the noise was enough to pull me out of the haze. Groaning, I tried to shift, but a firm grip on my thighs stopped me. Wincing, I gave in and rested my head against the hard surface beneath me.

“Hey! Are you okay? Put me down!” a voice shouted in protest.

“Listen, you better put us down, or I’ll have my 8,000 men come after you!” another voice added, the unmistakable tone of Usopp cutting through the chaos.

That sounds like Usopp, I thought sluggishly. “How’d he get in the crossfire?” I pondered.  

I forced my eyes open, my vision swimming as pain rippled through my battered body. The voices around me grew clearer, each word pulling me further out of the haze.

"Aw man, that's Rob Lucci, huh?" a marine said, his tone filled with a mix of awe and fear. "He's got the eyes of a killer," another whispered. "Never thought I’d see CP9 in person," a third added, their words blending together until the last one snapped me to full attention.

"Never mind that—did you see the way Rob Lucci is carrying the woman?! She must be of some importance," the marine exclaimed.

Carrying? What the… My sluggish thoughts tried to piece everything together as I became more aware of my position. My eyes focused on the undeniable reality: Lucci was carrying me.

My legs were wrapped around his waist, and my arms hung limply over his broad shoulders as though I were a child being carried.

Now... why the… The memories flooded back, sharp and vivid, the realization hitting me like a tidal wave.

“Finally, my kitten’s awake,” Lucci said in his deep, detached voice. He didn’t spare me a glance, his focus directed elsewhere.

From my elevated position, I could see the others. Kaku walked beside him, his expression unreadable, while Kalifa adjusted her glasses with a flick of her hand. The man with horns—I think his name was Blueno—carried two bodies wrapped in ropes and bags. One was unmistakably Usopp; the other, I wasn’t sure of.

“Put me down this instant!” I hissed, summoning what little strength I had to thrash weakly against his hold.

But Lucci’s grip on my upper thighs tightened, steadying me as though my protests were nothing more than an amusing inconvenience. The pressure made me wince, my body too weak to resist effectively.

“Settle down,” he said, his tone cool and calm.

"Like hell!" I snapped, struggling once more against his unrelenting grip. My body protested every movement, pain flaring with each futile attempt. Finally, exhaustion won, and I slumped against him, my head pressing involuntarily against his chest. A small, frustrated whimper escaped me before I could stop it.

A low, mocking chuckle rumbled from him. “Good girl,” Lucci murmured, the words dripping with condescension that made my skin crawl.

From somewhere nearby, a marine’s voice cut through the chaos. “Who would’ve thought Rob Lucci would find someone to settle down with?”

My head snapped up, fury overriding my exhaustion. “Settle down?! I AM NOT—”

“Enough,” Lucci interrupted coldly, his voice slicing through my protest. His grip on my thighs tightened, and I bit back a yelp, glaring daggers at him.

“Settle down with him?” I muttered under my breath, my tone laced with venom. “I’d rather jump into the sea.”

Without looking at me, Lucci’s lips curved into a faint smirk. “Tempting offer,” he said, his voice calm yet eerily dangerous. “But I don’t recall giving you that option.”

The marines around us exchanged nervous glances, their whispers growing quieter as they sensed the tension.

“I don’t belong to you,” I hissed, my voice shaking with a mix of rage and defiance.

Lucci finally turned his sharp gaze to me, his dark eyes narrowing. “You belong to me as long as I say you do.” His tone was as cold and unforgiving as steel, leaving no room for argument.

My fists clenched, and I looked away, swallowing the fire that burned in my throat. “Bastard,” I muttered under my breath.

“Better than dead,” he replied smoothly, his smirk widening ever so slightly as he carried me forward without a second thought.

Just then, Usopp’s groggy voice broke through the tension. “Alright, I’ll give you one last chance! Let both my crewmate and I go, and I’ll call off my men. But once we get on the train, they’ll tear you apart limb from limb!”

His voice trembled with fear, but there was a determined edge to it that made me glance over despite my own predicament.

“Child, please. You are hopeless,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head at his bold but empty threat.

Kaku, clearly unimpressed, raised a hand and smacked the back of Usopp’s head with a resounding thwack.

“HEY!” I shouted, my protective instincts flaring up despite my weakened state. My glare turned to Kaku. “Don’t hit him!”

I squirmed in Lucci’s hold, my frustration bubbling over into outright defiance. His grip tightened like a steel vice, his golden eyes flicking down to me with an expression of calm dominance that only fueled my irritation.

“Stop moving,” Lucci commanded, his tone cold and unyielding, like ice cracking under pressure.

“Like I’m going to listen to you, you—” I snapped back, my words cutting off abruptly as his grip on my thigh suddenly elevated, pressing with just enough force to elicit a startled yelp.

The unexpected sensation caused me to bounce slightly in his hold, my cheeks instantly heating in embarrassment. “What the hell?!” I hissed, glaring up at him with wide eyes.

His lips quirked into a faint, infuriating smirk. “Are you done now?” he asked, his voice as smooth and detached as ever, the condescension practically dripping from his words.

“Y-you can’t just—” I stammered, too flustered to form a coherent sentence.

Lucci’s gaze never wavered as he leaned in just slightly, his presence suffocating. “I told you to stop moving. It’s not a request, kitten.”

My heart raced, frustration and indignation warring within me. “I’m not your ‘kitten,’ and I’m not going to—”

Lucci raised a brow, his fingers flexing against my thigh in a subtle reminder of the precarious position I was in. Begrudgingly, I fell silent, my glare simmering but my movements stilled.

For now.

“Excellent work as always, sirs and madam,” came a familiar voice, cutting through the tense atmosphere.

My gaze darted to the source. “It’s that government agent from before—over at Water 7!” I thought, recognition dawning on me.

The agent approached with a smug air. Around him, marines and CP agents stood saluting as CP9 passed. His eyes landed on me, his smirk widening.

“I see you also have the ‘missus’ with you. Couldn’t leave her alone in Water 7, huh?” he teased, his tone laced with mockery.

“Oh, it’s go time!” I muttered through gritted teeth, my determination flaring as I began to stretch my arms out, trying to grab him.

“Let me at him! I’ve dealt with enough of your stupidity!” I snarled, thrashing in Lucci’s hold.

The agent chuckled, clearly amused by my antics. “Your pigeon was right, Lucci. She is quite feisty.”

“I swear to god, take this beating like a man!” I yelled, my voice echoing in the corridor as I continued to flail.

Lucci’s grip tightened even further, a steady reminder of how little control I had in this situation. My long hair swung wildly around me, “looks like they took off my scrunchy” I thought, and the slit in the dress Nami had lent me continued to rise higher, exposing my left thigh. The agent’s eyes lingered a bit too long on the exposed skin, his laughter only adding fuel to the fire burning inside me.

“She’s got spirit. No wonder you’re keeping her so close,” the agent remarked, clearly entertained by my futile struggle.

Lucci remained silent, his expression stoic, but I could see the slightest twitch in his jaw. The lack of response from him only stirred the resentment inside me, and I fought harder against his hold, every movement fueled by pure frustration.

One good punch to that smug face of his would make my day, I thought, my body battered but not defeated.

“Why don’t you pull one of those special moves to calm her down? What your pigeon said before over at Water 7?” the agent taunted.

The mere mention of my previous encounter with Lucci only intensified my anger. “Ohhhh, you are really messing with the wrong girl...” I hissed, still thrashing in his arms.

Without warning, Lucci bounced me up and down in his grip, his strength making it impossible to break free. “Hey! Stop!” I snapped, my voice filled with equal parts fury and humiliation.

But instead of letting me go, he leaned in, placing a kiss on my neck.

“Now, kitten, are you calm down?” he smirked, his voice dripping with condescension.

“Like hell I am!” I spat, pounding my fists weakly against his chest, but it was useless. “You audaciously, infuriating, cat!” I continued, my voice rising in frustration.

Lucci chuckled, the sound deep and unsettling, his amusement clearly undeterred by my rage. “You’re a lot of fun to tease, kitten,” he murmured, his fingers flexing slightly on my thigh. “But you’ll learn soon enough that I’m the one in control here.”

My mind raced, trying to find any opening, any way to turn the tables, but for now, I was at his mercy. And from the way he held me, it was clear he enjoyed every moment of it. Kaku and Kalifa exchanged smirks, but neither said a word, clearly enjoying my struggle. My attempts to resist continued, fists pounding weakly against Lucci’s chest. “I will bite you, Lucci!” I hissed, but my efforts grew slower with each passing moment. My arms were sore, and exhaustion from my battered body began to catch up with me. Stupid, weakened body, I cursed inwardly. Despite my determination, I could feel my strength waning.

 I rested my head again on Lucci’s chest, trying to steady my breathing, but my eyes flicked toward the government agent from before. He was too close. “Here Mr. Lucci, your coat.” he said.

I saw my opening as he handed Lucci a coat, draping it over his shoulders. Now! I thought, my pulse quickening. With a burst of energy, I clenched my fist and launched myself forward, using the last of my strength to punch the agent square in the nose.

“Ha! I’ve been waiting for that opening!” I laughed triumphantly, my voice filled with both victory and disbelief.

The agent stumbled back, clutching his nose as he grunted in pain. “You little—”

“I told you,” I said with a smirk, “you’ll take this beating like a man.”

Lucci’s grip on me didn’t waver, but I could feel his chest rumbling with a low chuckle. “Feisty. You never learn, do you, kitten?” he teased, his voice filled with amusement and slight admiration.

I glared at him, my chest heaving as I tried to regain some composure. “I’ll never learn because I don’t need to, not from someone like you.”

The agent straightened up, wiping blood from his nose with a frown. “You’ve got some fight in you, I’ll give you that.”

“You’re damn right I do,” I shot back, my resolve only strengthening. “And I’m not going to stop.”

"Stop it, it's foolish!" Lucci barked at the agent, his voice sharp and commanding.

The agent quickly saluted, his nose still bleeding, clearly caught off guard by Lucci's reprimand. "Right, sorry, sir!" he stammered, looking a bit flustered as he tried to stop the flow of blood.

"Haha! You just got told to behave!" I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound of my victory filling the air. I felt a small surge of pride, despite my pain.

“This isn’t over until we head to Enies Lobby. Everyone aboard the sea train immediately!” Lucci commanded sharply, his voice leaving no room for argument.

At the same time, I felt his grip tighten on my thighs, his fingers pressing firmly into my skin. A flush of heat spread across my cheeks, a mix of frustration and... something else that I couldn't quite place. My body tensed at the intimate nature of his hold, but I refused to let him see any sign of weakness.

I could hear the marines and the CP agents moving quickly to follow his orders, their footsteps echoing as they made their way toward the Sea Train.

I glared up at Lucci, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing my discomfort. "You're an insufferable bastard, Lucci. You won’t get away with this."

He smirked, clearly enjoying my defiance. “Oh, I think I already have,” he said, his voice low and confident, before his grip tightened even further, making me bite my lip to stifle a gasp.

"Let go of me!" I hissed, attempting to wriggle free, but the more I struggled, the firmer his hold became. His golden eyes glinted with amusement as he seemed to enjoy the struggle.

“You’ll be quiet soon enough,” he muttered, as if savoring the moment. 

“The hell I won’t!” I spat defiantly, thrashing against his hold as best I could, the frustration evident in my every movement. I had to get free, I couldn’t let him win.

We finally reached the last phase—the staircase leading down to the Sea Train platform. The stairs were steep, and the sound of our footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. Lucci smirked down at me, clearly savoring the moment. He didn’t even hurry as he started walking down the stairs, deliberately taking his time, his grip on me unrelenting.

With each step he took, my body bounced slightly in his arms, making it impossible to find any comfort. I could feel his muscles beneath me, his body moving with the rhythm of the stairs, and every small jolt sent a sharp breath of surprise from my lips.

A small gasp escaped before I could stop it, the sensation of being pressed so close to him combined with the bouncing motion making it difficult to focus. My legs instinctively tightened around his waist, but it only seemed to amuse him more. His dark eyes gleamed with that same smirk, as though he had all the time in the world to enjoy my discomfort.

“You really can’t seem to stop, can you?” he murmured, his voice almost playful but with that dark edge I knew too well. “I wouldn’t mind if you stopped fighting. Makes this more enjoyable.” 

“Like hell I will!” I said as I tried to break free from the constant bouncing and gripping.

Lucci’s voice dropped into a cold, almost amused tone. “Kitten, you leave me no choice,” he said, his eyes narrowing in amusement as he suddenly stopped on a step, pausing for a moment as he gripped me tighter.

Before I could respond, a soft voice cut through the tension. “Lucci, here.” Kalifa appeared, holding a needle filled with a clear liquid in her hand.

Lucci’s gaze flicked up to meet hers for just a second before he took the needle from her, his smirk widening. My heart skipped a beat, panic flooding my chest.

“What... What are you—?” I stammered, trying to pull away, but my body felt sluggish, a dull ache spreading from the exhaustion and pain. It was hard to focus as the world seemed to blur around me.

Kalifa’s gaze was almost too calm, too composed, “It’ll make her less troublesome,” she said with a soft smile, almost as if this were just another mundane task.

Lucci's hand tightened around my legs, his grip firm and unyielding as he lifted the needle. “Don’t worry, kitten,” he said, his voice low and taunting “You’ll come too in a few minutes.”

Before I could react, he swiftly injected the vial into my side. A sharp pain shot through me, and I gasped in shock as the liquid began to take effect. My vision blurred, my limbs feeling like they were made of lead, and I struggled to stay conscious, but the weight of it all was overwhelming.

“Shh…” Lucci’s voice was low, almost soothing. “Get some sleep. You’ll wake up soon.”

I tried to fight it, but my head grew heavy, my eyelids drooping. I managed to squeeze out one last defiant word. “I… I hate...”

But before I could finish, my head slumped against Lucci’s chest. The last thing I heard was his laugh, echoing in my ears, cold and triumphant.

“Sweet dreams, kitten,” he whispered.

Flashback ends…

“When I came to, I was tied up with barbed vines and seated next to Lucci and the rest of CP9 on the sea train,” I started, my voice rough from exhaustion. “I was too weak to move, and the vines dug into my skin every time I tried to shift. Lucci, of course, seemed amused by my state. He even had the nerve to wear a matching jacket with Hattori!”

I shook my head in exasperation. “The only thing I could do was wince and glare at him whenever I could keep my eyes open.”

Brook let out a soft chuckle but then pressed for more. “And?”

“And before all that, when I was getting Luffy, and Chopper was getting Zoro out of the Chimney, I told Luffy that Robin did all this to sacrifice her life for us,” Nami continued, her voice softening. “And that Lucci took you. I felt like I failed you and her that day.”

I could see her frustration and guilt in her eyes as she remembered that moment. “Luffy looked mad,” she continued, eyes distant. “Because not only did they take Robin, but the fact that Lucci took you, too. When I told him how you shielded me back in the fire… He was furious.”

I could almost hear Luffy’s voice in my mind as Nami spoke of the memory.

Flashback to Luffy's words“What? Pigeon guy? That bastard—” Luffy’s voice had thundered, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by a fiery anger. “And Y/N, protected you Nami? Don’t worry, I’ll get her back, and I’ll make him pay!”

“And when I found out you were taken by Lucci…” Chopper began, his voice trembling as he recalled the moment. “I had your two swords along with Zoro’s with me. So when Zoro saw I was holding your swords…”

Flashback to Crews reactionZoro had stared at Chopper in disbelief, his usual calm expression faltering as he gritted his teeth. “Damn it,” he had growled, his voice tinged with frustration. “This isn’t over. I’m gonna make sure we get them both back, no matter what.” His voice was rough, filled with a kind of anger that none of us were used to seeing in him.

Nami nodded, her expression darkening as she continued. “And since Agua Lauguna was happening, with rain pouring everywhere… it was hard for all of us to focus, but we couldn’t afford to waste any time.” She sighed, thinking back to the chaos of that moment.

“And to top it all off…” Nami said, her voice taking on a more somber tone, “When Sanji called us through the transponder snail he had, along with the one he left for me, he only knew Robin, Usopp, and Franky were on that train. He never knew you were taken by Lucci.” She paused, a faint smile playing on her lips despite the tense memory. “And boy... Sanji was—”

“Nami, pass the snail to Y/N, I want to tell her, not to worry about me,” Sanji had swooned, his voice practically dripping with concern.

Nami shook her head, remembering the scene. “About that, Sanji...”

“Listen, cook…” Zoro had interjected sharply, his tone cutting through the air.

Chopper, who had been about to speak up, froze as a voice suddenly came through the other line.

“Yeah, bro, there was another girl that Lucci took, and he wouldn’t let her go. She was unconscious for the most part,” Franky’s voice had echoed as all of us heard it in Rocketman over the transponder snail.

Sanji’s voice had gone from confident to panicked. “What did you...”

“Yeah, Lucci had a tight grip on her,” Franky had continued, the words heavy with concern. “When I saw her, bruised and battered, after they took me and Long Nose, she looked out of it.”

Nami’s heart had clenched at the words. “Y/N...” she whispered to herself, pain flashing in her eyes.

Zoro, who had been holding Y/N's swords tightly in his hand, clenched his fist around the hilts. His expression had been unreadable, but anyone could see the fury building inside him.

Luffy’s voice had erupted next, filled with rage. “That bastard…” He had stormed around the deck, unable to stay still. “He’s gonna pay for this. I swear, I’ll make sure he does.”

Chopper, unable to hold back any longer, had burst into tears. “Y/N… I’m so sorry. I couldn’t protect you…” His sobs had echoed through the crew, each one feeling the weight of the situation as they fought to keep it together.

Flashback ends..

The weight of the situation still hung heavily in the air, but as I spoke, I could feel the determination in my own voice, trying to offer comfort despite the lingering pain of the past.

“It wasn’t your fault,” I reassured, my eyes softening as I took in the new pieces of the story. “We did everything we could that day. The outcome would’ve been the same. Lucci was hell-bent on taking me, and Robin was going to turn herself in regardless.”

I paused, my gaze flickering to the ground before I looked up again, pushing away the dark memories for a moment.

“But what happened after?” Carrot’s voice broke through the silence, her voice curious but filled with concern.

I rubbed my temple, recalling the intense and unsettling exchange. “Even in my weakened state, I glared at him when I regained consciousness in the Seatrain and said to him…..

Flashback…

‘What is it you want from me? None of this makes sense. And just so you know, we’re going to save Robin.’” My voice cracked slightly as I mimicked the defiance I had managed to muster back then.

Lucci’s smirk was maddeningly calm, as though my words were a mild curiosity at best. "What I want from you?” he repeated, his tone laced with a dangerous sort of amusement. “You’re hardly in a position to make demands, little pirate.”

I squirmed against the vines thorns, wincing as it dug deeper into my skin. “Why me?” I demanded, the words trembling on my lips but defiant all the same. “Why are you so focused on me?”

Lucci tilted his head, his sharp eyes studying me intently, as if examining every inch of my being. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and I could feel my body slowly betraying me from the exhaustion. I glared at him, trying to keep my defiance alive.

“It’s your scent,” he said finally, his voice low, deliberate, and unsettlingly calm.

“My scent?” I snapped, incredulous despite my exhaustion. It was absurd, but a part of me knew better than to dismiss it completely. My instincts were screaming at me to stay alert.

“Yes.” His smirk widened slightly, like a predator savoring its prey. “There’s something about it that’s driving me crazy. It’s… familiar. Almost like, in another life, we might have known each other.”

I scowled, my muscles aching as I tugged weakly at the restraints that held me in place. “Are you out of your mind?” I spat, my voice hoarse, fighting to keep the bitterness in my tone. The idea of him making such a claim, especially after everything, felt like a slap in the face.

“Perhaps,” he replied smoothly, leaning back as though he had all the time in the world. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”

Before I could bite back a retort, I felt his hand graze my exposed thigh. My breath caught as his palm rested there, firm and unapologetic. My body tensed immediately, and I lashed out instinctively, trying to kick his hand away.

“Let go!” I hissed, fury and disgust boiling in my veins.

The movement caused the thorns to dig deeper into my flesh, and I couldn’t stop the sharp gasp of pain that escaped my lips. “Fuck…” I whispered under my breath, wincing as the sting flared. 

Lucci didn’t flinch, his hand remaining exactly where it was as he tilted his head to regard me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “You’re feisty, even in this state,” he said, his tone calm but edged with something darker.

I glared up at him, my teeth clenched against the pain. “Touch me again, and I swear—”

“Swear what?” he interrupted, leaning slightly closer, his smirk unfaltering. “You’re in no position to make threats, sweetheart.”

The casual way he said it, like he held all the power in the world, sent a chill down my spine.

“You’re insane,” I muttered through gritted teeth, my voice trembling but defiant. Despite the sharp pain radiating from the thorns biting into my skin, I refused to look away from him. My gaze held his, even as tears threatened to spill from the corners of my eyes.

“Insane?” Lucci echoed, his tone light with amusement. A soft chuckle escaped him, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as if he found my resistance endlessly entertaining. “Perhaps. But you…” He leaned in just enough for his voice to drop to a low, dangerous murmur. “You’re fascinating. And I look forward to unraveling you.”

His words sent a shiver of both fury and unease down my spine. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could utter a single word, his hand was on my cheek. The unexpected touch startled me into silence. His fingers were firm but not rough, holding me in place as if he were commanding my very attention. Gently, but with unmistakable control, he turned my head to the side.

“What are you—” I began, but my voice faltered, a mix of anger and unease threading through my words as I tried to pull away. My body wanted to recoil from him, but Lucci’s grip was unyielding, unshakable.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. I could feel his presence, overwhelming and suffocating, as if the space between us had narrowed to nothing. And then, without hesitation, his lips pressed to my neck in a lingering kiss.

The sensation was jarring. My body tensed instantly, a rush of discomfort and confusion washing over me. I tried to bite back the involuntary reaction, but before I could stop myself, a subtle moan escaped my lips. It was the last thing I wanted to do, but the intensity of the moment caught me off guard.

I gritted my teeth, my mind reeling as I fought to regain control. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. “Stop...” I hissed, my voice strained, but Lucci’s lips remained against my skin, his hold unbroken. My heart pounded in my chest, anger warring with the confusion clouding my thoughts. “What the hell are you doing?”

Lucci pulled back just enough to meet my eyes again, his smirk more pronounced now. “What am I doing?” he repeated, his tone laced with mockery and a hint of amusement. “Marking what’s mine, Kitten.” Before I could respond, Lucci leaned back in, placing open-mouth kisses along my neck. A small whimper escaped my lips, and I cursed myself for the reaction. Lucci took it as a sign to push me further onto the seat of the sea train, his grip firm and relentless.

I winced as the vines digging into my skin pressed further, the pain sharp and unforgiving. My heart pounded wildly, the intensity of the moment suffocating. Anger, confusion, and frustration battled within me as I fought to regain some semblance of control. Then, without warning, Lucci nipped down on my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A muffled moan escaped before I could stop it, shame and rage twisting in my chest. I felt the heat of his breath as he lingered for a moment, a low hum of satisfaction escaping him.

I could feel Lucci’s smirk against my skin as he pulled back, the ghost of his lips still burning where they had been. My fingers instinctively brushed against the spot, only to feel the sting of the fresh mark he left behind. A small bruise, deliberate and mocking, now adorned my neck.

“Perfect,” he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. His eyes bore into mine, as if daring me to fight back.

His words ignited a new wave of rage within me. “I’m not yours!” I snapped, my voice rising despite the pain flaring in my body.

Lucci only chuckled again, his calm demeanor infuriatingly intact. “Keep telling yourself that,” he said, stepping back but never letting go of the power he held over the moment. “You’ll learn soon enough.”

.Flashback ends..

.

“Oh my… then what?” Brook asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and concern as he leaned forward, skeletal fingers steepled dramatically.

"Sniper King—Usopp in disguise—managed to sneak his way to Robin. He was always good at finding the impossible path," I began with a small smile. "Meanwhile, Sanji’s eyes landed on me. The look of horror on his face was... priceless. I’d laugh if I wasn’t so beaten up at the time."

Carrot gasped. "Oh no, what did he do?"

I shook my head, a faint smirk tugging at my lips. "He froze for a moment, honestly, but his reaction gave me the distraction I needed. While Lucci was momentarily distracted, I managed to slip my hand down to my boot and grab the hidden blade I keep tucked away. Slowly and quietly, I started sawing through the viney thorns."

Nami raised an eyebrow. "You were already injured and cutting through the viney thorns? What were you thinking?"

"I didn’t have a choice, Nami," I replied, my voice serious. "But let me tell you, breaking through those thorns wasn’t as heroic as it sounds. As soon as I cut myself free, my body decided it was done. The moment the vines loosened, I tried to stand, but I barely made it two seconds before I collapsed straight onto the floor of the train."

Chopper gasped. "You could’ve reopened your wounds! That’s so dangerous!"

I winced at the memory, the pain from that day still vivid in my mind. "Oh, trust me, I felt every single inch of pain. But at that moment, I was too focused on not letting them see how weak I was. Of course, Lucci noticed anyway. He always notices."

Brook tilted his head, his voice somber. "What did he do next?"

I sighed, my voice low and steady. "When Lucci heard the thud from me hitting the floor, he turned and smirked. Hattori, his pigeon, flew down next to me as if mocking my state. My hair had fallen to one side, and the dress Nami had lent me was already in shreds—holes and tears from the thorns everywhere. I couldn’t move, no matter how much I wanted to fight back."

I clenched my fists as I recalled the scene. "Lucci loomed over me like a predator closing in on its prey. Then, without a word, he bent down, grabbed me, and slung me over his shoulder like I was nothing. My hidden blade—thankfully—was still within reach. I managed to slip it back into my boot before he noticed."

Carrot's eyes were wide with horror. "What happened next?"

Flashback… 

"Let’s go, kitten," Lucci said coldly, as he threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Put me down," I muttered weakly, my body aching, needing rest, even if just for a few minutes.

Lucci didn’t respond, his hold on me firm and unyielding. "Kaku, Blueno, deal with them," he said with barely a glance, his voice dismissive as he turned and began walking toward the others.

I could hear Franky’s booming voice in the distance. "Hey! Get your damn hands off her!" he shouted, his anger unmistakable.

Sanji wasn’t much better. "Y/N! You damn bastard, what are you doing to her?!" His voice was laced with fury, but I could tell it was mostly helplessness.

I couldn’t see them clearly, but I could imagine Sanji pacing, fists clenched, ready to charge at Lucci. But it was too late—Lucci was already walking away, his grip on me unrelenting. My frustration built to a boiling point, and as a last resort, I grabbed onto the seat of the sea train, tugging on it with every ounce of strength I had left. "I said, put me down."

Lucci glanced down at me, his cold smirk never wavering. "Still have some fight in you after all this," he observed, trying to tug at me to make me let go.

"I’m not letting go," I growled, determined. My fingers burned as I clung to the seat.

Then, just as I felt my strength beginning to wane, I was yanked out of Lucci’s grasp, tossed like a ragdoll and thrown across the train. I hit the floor with a heavy thud, gasping in pain as I gripped my side, trying to steady my breathing.

My eyes locked onto the person who had saved me. "Robin," I muttered weakly, relieved yet still in shock.

Robin stood there, calm as ever, her eyes piercing the air around us. "I told you," she said, her voice steady but firm, "I won’t run away if you don’t hurt her."

Lucci’s smirk twisted into something darker as he slowly stalked back toward us, his eyes narrowed. "She’s part of the package deal, Nico Robin," he said with a cold amusement in his voice.

Kaku, always ready for a fight, stepped forward. "Lucci, want me to grab her?" he asked, his eyes fixed on me, waiting for a signal.

Robin stood her ground, not giving an inch as she prepared for whatever came next. I struggled to rise, trying to focus despite the pain shooting through my body. Usopp, now Sniper King, crouched beside me, whispering urgently to Franky. "Detach the third car," he instructed, his eyes sharp and focused.

Franky looked at him incredulously. "Why? What are we going to do?" he asked, clearly confused.

"Run," Sniper King replied flatly.

"Run?! Are you—" I started, but then paused as I realized the gravity of the situation. I was exhausted, and my body felt like it was about to give out any second. "Yeah, I probably have a good ten minutes left in me," I thought, feeling my energy drain with each passing second.

Just then, I noticed a pair of familiar black boots and slacks step into view, followed by a green coat. I could already guess who it was.

"Kitten, playtime's over," Lucci’s voice rang out, cold and mocking, as he grabbed my wrist, tugging me to my feet.

"Bastard, quit calling Y/N that!" Sanji shouted from somewhere behind me, his voice filled with fury.

I struggled, pounding weakly on his arm, trying to dig my heels into the floor of the sea train car, but it was no use. His grip was too strong, and the exhaustion from everything that had already happened weighed me down.

In a moment of desperation, I twisted my body and sank my teeth into his hand, feeling a brief surge of satisfaction as he recoiled. He let go with a hiss, and I tumbled to the floor with a thud, landing on my backside.

"I... I told you... I'd bite you," I muttered, the words a small triumph despite the pain radiating through my body. My smirk barely held, but it was enough for me to feel a flicker of resistance.

Lucci’s glare deepened, his eyes full of frustration. His hand reached down and roughly pulled me back up, dragging me to my feet with ease. “Kitten, I’ve tried being patient, but it seems that won’t do. Naughty girl.” His voice was thick with menace, and I could feel the weight of his anger pressing against me.

Before I could react, he snapped his fingers, and I immediately understood what was coming. “Kalifa, got any more of those vials?” His tone was cold, expectant.

I knew exactly what he meant. Sleep drugs. I had no doubt that the vial she was carrying contained something that would knock me out, and he was prepared to use it on me without hesitation.

“Now hold still for me,” he ordered, his hand tightening around my wrist.

But just as Lucci was about to administer the needle, a voice rang out, cutting through the tension.

“Sniiipeerrrr Kiiiiiing!” Usopp’s voice rang loud and clear, followed by the sound of a smoke bomb being launched. The explosion of smoke enveloped the room, filling it with a thick, suffocating haze. Lucci cursed under his breath, and I felt his grip on my wrist loosen as the vial slipped from his hand, breaking on impact with the ground.

"Let's go, Y/N!" Sanji’s voice came through, urgent and sharp. His hand grasped mine, pulling me away from Lucci's grasp, and I couldn’t help but let out a cough from the sudden cloud of smoke filling my lungs.

“I’ve got her! Move it!” Usopp shouted, his voice strained, and I felt a sharp tug on my other arm as he grabbed Robin.

Just when Sanji was about to carry me to safety, heading toward the next car, Lucci lunged. His body slammed into mine with a violent force, sending me crashing back onto the seat. My breath was knocked out of me as I tried to regain some semblance of control. His grip on my wrist tightened, unyielding and almost painful, his fury radiating through the tension in his hold.

“She’s not going anywhere!” Lucci bellowed, his voice full of anger, his chest rising and falling in heavy, labored breaths. His strength was overwhelming, but I couldn’t stop now. Every second counted, and I felt my body teetering on the edge of exhaustion, barely holding on.

The smoke from the bomb was beginning to dissipate, and I felt the air clearing, though I was still choking on the lingering fumes. "What the hell is in these smoke bombs?" I thought, struggling to clear my lungs.

“Y/N!” Sanji's voice rang out in panic, a note of desperation in his tone, but there was nothing he could do now.

I stole a glance at Lucci, and for a moment, our eyes locked. There was something strange in his gaze, something I couldn’t fully comprehend. It was a fleeting emotion, a flicker of something beyond the rage. Before I could make sense of it, Lucci moved closer, his face stoic, but with something almost... soft in his eyes.

Then, to my shock, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to mine—just a fleeting peck. The action was so sudden, so unexpected that I froze, caught between anger, confusion, and something I couldn’t name.

“You really are her…” he whispered, so quietly I almost didn’t hear him over the pounding of my heart. The words sent a chill down my spine, and I could only stare at him in disbelief, not knowing how to react, my thoughts in disarray.

Flashback Ends…

"WHAT?!" Nami, Brook, Chopper, and Carrot exclaimed in unison, their voices ringing out in shock.

Nami nearly spilled her wine, staring at me incredulously. "What kind of game was he playing?!" she demanded, taking a hasty sip to calm herself.

"Could it be he was feeling something?" Brook wondered aloud, his voice unusually serious for a moment.

I shrugged, still baffled myself. "I have no clue what that was about. But before I could even process it, Robin's voice rang out from the next section of the train. She yelled, 'No, I won’t try to run! Just don’t hurt her!'"

Their shock turned to concern as I continued. "Lucci looked up at Robin, his expression unreadable. That was my chance—well, sort of. I rolled out of the seat and landed with a thud, crawling as best as I could. My body was wrecked, but I managed to lift my head just enough to see Robin, Sanji,Franky and Sniper King. I smiled at Robin and mouthed, 'Don’t worry, we’re going to rescue you.'"

I frowned, my hands instinctively rubbing my wrists as I recalled the next part. "But Lucci wasn’t about to let me get away. He grabbed me again, forcing my arms behind my back and pinning them. I couldn’t even fight—it was like my body had given up."

Carrot's ears drooped as she whispered, "That sounds awful..."

I nodded. "It was, but it didn’t end there. He lowered himself so that his weight was pressing into my injured body. I gasped from the pain, but I still managed to rasp out, 'You’re quite the sadist, aren’t you?' and I smirked at him."

Nami groaned, putting her head in her hands. "Oh, no...what were you thinking?"

I laughed humorlessly. "Not my brightest moment, I’ll admit. He growled, and then he did something that made me instantly regret it. He darkly chuckled, his breath brushing against my ear as he leaned in close and whispered, 'You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart.'"

“Luckily, Sniper King launched another smoke bomb, giving Sanji just enough cover to grab me again. We managed to get onto the escape sea train, but not without Blueno trying to pull us back. It was chaos 

Flashback..

The car separated on the sea train as we began drifting further away from the CP9 base. My breath was ragged, my body still recovering from the assault, but Sanji held me tightly in his arms.

“Ohhh, my dear angel, you must have been so scared,” he muttered, his voice thick with concern, but also, oddly enough, something softer—relieved, almost. He held me tighter, as if afraid I might disappear at any moment. “Thank goodness your prince has arrived on time.”

“Sanji…” I muttered weakly, my body still fighting the exhaustion. “Thank you…” I whispered, though the words barely left my lips before I was coughing again, the remnants of the smoke still choking my lungs.

“What’s in those smoke bombs?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

Sniper King, ever the cool and collected one, stood tall nearby. “No need to thank me, madam. I’m happy to help.” He flashed a grin, his usual bravado intact.

I offered a tired smile in return, even as my mind reeled from everything that had just happened. “Doesn’t matter. Thank you for your quick thinking.”

Franky and Robin were already at the windows of the car, their eyes fixed on the receding form of CP9, watching closely to ensure we weren’t being followed.

Sanji laid me down gently near a seat, his hands lingering at my shoulders, careful not to hurt me. “Stay here for me,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.

I glanced up at Sanji, a weak smile on my lips despite the weariness settling in. "I mean, I can't do much anyway," I teased, my voice rasping as the coughs still wracked my body.

Sanji chuckled softly, but the concern never left his eyes. He adjusted the blanket around me, his touch gentle. "Just rest, Y/N. You've been through too much."

I couldn't help but wonder, These trains had blankets? I thought, staring at the soft fabric as Sanji joined Franky and Robin at the window. He lit a cigarette, clearly trying to ease the tension, but there was a lingering sense of unease.

"You know, I should be happy," Franky muttered, crossing his arms. "But I'm not a big fan of this running away stuff."

Sanji took a long drag from his cigarette and shook his head. "The smoke screen was such a stupid idea that it actually surprised them," he said with a grim smile, clearly impressed with Sniper King's quick thinking.

"Sniper King says the best plan of all is not to fight the scary guys," Sniper King piped up, his voice calm, but his eyes never leaving the horizon.

"Well... I'm just glad that's..." I started, before we suddenly felt a sharp pull, throwing off my balance. My heart skipped a beat. Those thorny whips again?!

"Those are the same ones that I got tied with..." I muttered, instinctively clutching the blanket around me, my breath shallow from the sudden tension.

"I've got them!" Kalifa shouted from the other car, her voice as menacing as ever. "Now, Blueno!" Blueno tugged the car back towards them with a force that nearly sent us all sprawling. I fell back onto the seat, groaning in pain as I tried to steady myself.

"They're pulling us back!" Sniper King yelled, his voice full of frustration as he fell too. We were losing ground, and it was clear the fight wasn't over yet.

"Did you actually think a smoke screen would stop us?" Blueno's voice echoed from the front, his tone mocking.

Despite my body feeling like it was on the verge of shutting down, I managed to sit up, my vision blurry from exhaustion. My body was about five minutes away from slipping into unconsciousness again, but I wasn't ready to give up yet.

"Jokes on you, it was two smoke screens," Sniper King said with a grin, despite the tension in his voice.

"Child, please stop," I muttered weakly, sinking back into the seat, fighting against the dizzying wave of exhaustion.

From my blurry vision, I saw the familiar figures of Kaku, Blueno, Kalifa, and Lucci, all walking toward us with a quiet, menacing presence. Hattori was perched on Lucci’s shoulder, his beady eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Now, remember, don’t kill any of the Straw Hats... that was our agreement," Lucci's voice rang out, calm yet threatening. But then, his gaze locked onto me, and a twisted smirk curled on his lips. "But bring me my kitten back."

Sanji’s body tensed, and he shot forward, aiming to get to Blueno. "I’m gonna have to ask you to let our car go!" he barked as he lunged, but Blueno didn’t budge. His stance was unshakable, his strength solid.

“I told you these guys have weird moves!” Franky shouted from the side as Sanji’s kick connected with Blueno’s body. The force of the attack made Blueno sway slightly, but his grip on the car remained firm.

“Now that was a pretty strong kick,” Kaku commented, his tone casual despite the tension.

“It almost broke through the iron body,” he added with a smirk, clearly impressed by Sanji’s attack.

“Careful, Blueno,” Kaku warned, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “Don’t take him lightly. He doesn’t have a bounty on him, but he is one of their main fighters.”

I caught Kaku’s gaze, and he turned his attention to me, a cruel glint in his eyes. “She, on the other hand, has a bounty,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “and is one of their main fighters. Yet she looks like she’s on the verge of unconsciousness.”

I could feel my body trembling, my mind clouding with fatigue, but I wasn’t about to let them see me weak. I forced a smirk onto my lips, though my voice was weak and strained, “A bounty of 60 million. Great. Want a picture or an autograph?”

Kaku’s expression twisted with amusement, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes, as if he was wondering how much longer I could keep up my defiance. Despite the pain, despite the overwhelming exhaustion, I wouldn’t let them have the satisfaction of seeing me give in.

Lucci, still watching me closely, shifted his weight, his eyes narrowing slightly as though he was considering his next move. “Impressive, kitten,” he muttered, his tone turning almost intrigued. “But you won’t last much longer at this rate.”

Sanji’s eyes remained steely, unwavering as he faced off with Lucci and the others, his stance firm. "You’re not taking her. Not while I’m still standing." His words rang with conviction, as if he would fight to his last breath to keep me safe.

Suddenly, there was a shift. "Woah, wait, Robin, what are you doing?!" Sniper King shouted, his confusion laced with panic. I turned, just in time to see Robin’s hands moving swiftly, her expression colder than I had ever seen before.

Without warning, she placed her hands on Blueno, and with a sharp, calculated move, she twisted, causing Sniper King to bend backward and fall to the ground. “Now, Oshuer Fleur, with a clutch,” she said, her tone as detached as ever.

“Robin, what are you—?!” I gasped, watching in disbelief as she made quick work of Sniper King, his body now lying limp.

“Long nose, look out!” Franky yelled, rushing forward to shield him, but the damage was already done. Sniper King was down.

"Didn't you hear me? Stay out of my business. Leave me alone," Robin snapped, her voice sharp and full of frustration.

I felt a sense of confusion creeping in. What was happening? Robin had always been so calm, so composed, but now she was furious. "Robin, that’s enough!" I shouted, my voice filled with both anger and concern. I was already struggling to stay conscious, but seeing Robin like this, seeing her take control in such a cold and dangerous way, unsettled me. A heavy silence hung in the air after my words, the weight of my frustration and determination pressing against the tension that had built between us. I could feel Robin’s gaze on me, but her expression remained hardened, cold. Yet, as I continued to speak, there was a flicker of something—something vulnerable—behind her eyes.

"No matter how many times you push us away, hell, even pull that move that Sniper King just got reeling from, we are still going to the ends of the earth for you!" I shouted, my voice filled with both anger and concern, my strength waning with each breath. The pressure of everything crashing down on me made my body feel heavy, but I couldn’t let go. Not now.

Robin faltered for a moment. Her eyes locked onto mine, and for a brief second, it felt like she might actually listen. But then, she spoke, her voice colder than ever. "You know nothing."

"Maybe I don’t," I said, my words cutting through the air with a sharper edge than I intended. "But that doesn’t mean I’ll leave you to die with them."

I could see her eyes starting to waver, a crack in the armor she had built around herself. That small moment of vulnerability sent a pang through my chest. I wasn’t going to give up on her.

"And unfortunately," I added, the words coming out almost too bitter for my own taste, "I have an obsessive, government assassin who likes to call me 'kitten,' who has a thing for me." I shot a glance toward Lucci, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "No offense, or anything."

The entire CP9 team seemed to turn their attention toward Lucci as I spoke. Hattori, perched on his shoulder, cleared his throat before Lucci responded with that same eerie calm. "Sweetheart, I’ll take that as a compliment."

"Oh, you would," I muttered, my voice barely audible as I turned my gaze back to the ground, every ounce of my energy drained. My body screamed for rest, but I wasn’t backing down. Not yet. Just then, out of nowhere, Kaku appeared and launched a powerful kick at Sanji, sending him crashing into a nearby seat.

“Sanji!” I cried, my voice cracking as my concern overwhelmed me.

“Eyebrows!” Franky shouted, his voice filled with frustration and urgency.

“You Straw Hats are nuts! None of you make any sense. All of you are so stubborn, especially when it comes to your friends. So, you want to escape, huh? Well, now’s your chance!” Franky declared, breaking the frame Blueno was holding and propelling himself to the other side of the cart in the process.

“Franky!” I yelled, my voice trembling as I felt my body finally giving out. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the ground, resting my head on the cold surface. “Fuck…” I muttered under my breath, my strength slipping away with each passing second.

“Hey, listen! Get out of here!” Franky shouted. “I have a plan. When you meet up with Straw Hat, make sure to get to Water 7.”

“Franky!” Sniper King yelled, panic evident in his voice.

“Hold on! I won’t try to escape! I won’t run!” Robin’s voice rang out, filled with a desperation that mirrored my own.

“Ro... Robin…” I breathed out, my voice barely a whisper.

“It doesn’t matter. Even if they Buster Call…” Sanji started, but his voice was cut off as Blueno suddenly appeared behind him.

“How the—” I started, but my voice was drowned out by the chaos. Blueno launched a devastating Tempest Kick at Sanji, who landed heavily on my weakened body, causing me to groan in pain.

“Y/N!” Sanji yelled, his voice filled with anguish as he tried to move.

Blueno began to stride towards us, his movements deliberate and menacing. He crouched down in front of me, his cold eyes locking onto mine. “Let’s go,” he said flatly, grabbing me with little effort.

As I struggled weakly in his grasp, Blueno created a small door out of thin air and stepped through it, pulling me along with him.

“How can you…” I managed to whisper, my head lolling as I struggled to stay conscious. My eyes flickered towards Robin and Usopp, who were shouting my name in unison.

“Y/N!” they yelled, their voices filled with desperation.

“You’re not even going to fight,” Blueno chuckled, his grip unrelenting as he carried me. My vision blurred as my eyelids grew heavier.

Blueno stepped aboard the CP9 sea train, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the chaotic energy surrounding him. Franky, already restrained and furious, struggled against his bindings. "Hey! You okay?!" he shouted, his voice laced with concern as Blueno unceremoniously dropped me onto the cold floor. My body, already weak and battered, felt the jarring impact, and I barely managed to move.

“You bastards!” Franky yelled, his voice echoing through the compartment.

Fighting the creeping darkness of unconsciousness, I forced myself to move. Crawling with what little strength I had, I managed to lift my head, just enough to glance through the missing door of the sea train where Sanji, Usopp, and Robin were. A faint smile crossed my lips as I weakly raised a trembling thumb, a silent message to my friends to stay strong.

“Bastards!” Sanji’s voice roared from the other train, filled with unbridled rage.

Lucci’s cold voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Kitten, it’s time to come to me." He stepped closer, his towering figure blocking out the dim light as he crouched down. His strong arms wrapped around me, lifting my frail body effortlessly.

"Again, Lucci," Kaku remarked, his tone tinged with mild irritation. "She’s more trouble than she’s worth.You’re letting your emotions get the better of you"

Lucci growled lowly, his eyes flashing with irritation as he shot Kaku a sharp glare. "Stay out of this, Kaku," he barked, his words final and laced with warning.

From his shoulder, Hattori cooed softly, as if trying to soothe the tension. "Sweetheart, let’s go. I’ll help you fix those cuts." The pigeon’s oddly gentle tone contrasted with the chaos around us, and I found myself chuckling weakly through the haze of delirium.

"Aren’t you… a nice birdy," I murmured, my voice slurred as my head lolled forward. With no strength left, it landed against Lucci’s chest. My eyelids grew heavier with every second, and despite the faint glimmer of humor in my words, I felt myself slipping closer to unconsciousness. "This... this is a nice pillow." I said, as I nuzzled closer to Lucci’s chest. "And it smells really good too."

"Sweetheart, papa's cologne is pretty delicious, I wear some myself sometimes," Hattori added, his tone teasing in an almost affectionate way.

Lucci chuckled softly, his amusement barely contained. "Such a handful," he muttered, his fingers brushing through my disheveled hair. His eyes flicked briefly to the bruise on my neck, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "But you're my handful," he whispered, his voice low and possessive.

“Keep her alive,” Lucci ordered firmly, his voice colder now as he turned toward Blueno and the others. “She’s more valuable than any of you realize.”

The train rumbled forward, and though I couldn’t fight back, I clung to a single thought: my friends. If nothing else, they would come for me.

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[rollinouttahere-writes]

Platonic Yandere Paulie and little sister reader

Fix This

Yandere Paulie x Little Sister Reader

2.7k words

“I’m gonna kill him,” you panted out between breaths. Dock One of the Galley-La Company had finally come into view, and while you were relieved to have made it here, it was overshadowed by how pissed you were.

Why were you so mad? Because you just spent the past HOUR running from your brother’s gaggle of debt collectors. You aren’t sure who’s more stupid here. His dumbass for continuously taking out loans when he hasn’t paid back a single one yet, or them for being dumb enough to keep giving him money.

It would seem that you’ve got a target on your back purely by association. After years of not being able to get a penny out of him, they’re now trying to shake you down for money. Which, in your humble opinion, was bullshit.

You hop over the rope divider to enter the dock and look around. Paulie isn’t anywhere to be seen. If he’s left to do more gambling, you’re gonna strangle him with his own ropes.

Spotting one of your fellow foremen, you make your way over to him, “Hey Kaku, have you seen Paulie?”

“He’s been pacing the fence looking for you,” Kaku answered before even turning around to face you. Once he did, he looked surprised at your appearance, “You look whacked, did something happen?”

“Oh it’s nothing, I just spent the past hour running from my stupid brother’s bad decisions,” you grumbled. At this moment, all you wanted to do was sit down and catch your breath, but you needed to give Paulie a piece of your mind first. Possibly with your fists.

“There you are! Do you have any idea how late you are?!” 

Speak of the devil. Without even looking at him you could feel your anger spiking again. This guy had the audacity to cop an attitude with you even though he was at fault. Kaku wisely went back to what he was working on, not wanting to be caught in the middle of this.

Paulie stomped closer and grabbed your shoulder to make you face him. With how mad you were, this was a bad move. The second you were turned towards him, you violently shoved him away. You were looking at him with nothing but contempt, and he visibly flinched from how scorching the look was.

He cleared his throat and found the nerve to continue talking, “Don’t give me that look! You’re damn near an hour late, where have you been?”

“Ask your debt collectors,” you seethed. Each word was ground out with malice as you continued to glower at him. 

“What do they have to do with this?” Despite the question, you could tell he already knew what you were getting at. Yet here he was, playing dumb.

You threw your hands up in frustration, “Everything! From the second I left our home they were on my ass! It took me an hour to lose those pricks!” 

“Why would they be after you? Are you also borrowing money?” This guy had the audacity to take on a scolding tone towards you. You want to throttle him.

Your hands shot out and brought him to eye level with you, “No, dumbass! They’re after me because YOU won’t fucking pay them!”

“Hey! Watch your language, that is not lady like at all!”

“This is not about my fucking language! This is about your stupid ass decisions getting me into trouble! If it weren’t for you borrowing money around the damn clock with zero intention of ever paying it back, this wouldn’t happen!” You shoved him away and took a step back.

Paulie fumbled for a minute to find a decent response, “I- I will pay it back, I just need to get lucky is all.” Well, that wasn’t a decent answer at all.

“You can’t be serious,” you stared at him like he was insane, which in this moment you think he was to be honest. “What do you mean you need to ‘get lucky’?! That’s never going to happen, you suck at gambling! You couldn’t win a game of poker even if you knew everyone’s hands!”

“Excuse you! Those games are rigged, that’s all! I just need to figure out how to play the system and I’ll make everything back and then some,” Paulie huffed indignantly.

Something about how he responded made your fury finally reach its boiling point, and you screamed at him, “Of course the games are rigged! That’s how casinos make money: by taking advantage of dumbasses like you!” 

“What’s going on here?”

Both you and Paulie snap your heads toward the new voice. Mortification set it as you recognized your boss standing there. Iceburg just witnessed you getting into a screaming match with your brother at work.

“(Y/N) and Paulie are arguing because (y/n) was chased around the city by his debt collectors,” Kalifa readjusted her glasses while stating this like it was well known information. How she knows all this is beyond you. That woman must have eyes and ears everywhere, you’re sure of it.

Your resentment simmered down, but only from embarrassment. Tears burned at your eyes as you desperately tried to keep them from surfacing. This was humiliating. At the very least, Iceburg was a kind man and didn’t reprimand you. Instead he asked, “Is that why your jacket is torn? Are you hurt?”

“Torn?” That was news to you. Giving yourself a quick once over, you found what he was referring to. The seam on your left shoulder was ripped open. Oh, right. This must have happened when one of them grabbed you. You were able to rip yourself away, but it appears your jacket was a casualty. 

“Yeah, that’s why. I’m not hurt though, just upset,” the jacket was shrugged off. You didn’t want to wear it if it looked like this. You could fix it tonight when you got home.

“It looks like you were hurt, unless that bruise is from something else,” Iceburg stepped closer and stared at your wrist. Sure enough, there was a bruise in its early stages forming on your wrist where you were grabbed. So that’s why it felt sore.

“Oh, yeah I guess that’s where it came from. I didn’t even notice that until now,” you mumbled. You can’t believe those guys caught you off guard enough to do this to you. Last week you took out three pirates with a plank of wood when they tried to skip out on their bill, but some middle aged loan shark managed to get the drop on you. Shameful. 

Kalifa muttered something about this being sexual harassment, and Iceberg nodded in agreement. He gingerly held your wrist to examine it, “Do you want to take the day off? It would be a bad idea to strain this now and make it worse.”

You snatched your wrist away, “No, that’s okay! I’m fine, really! It doesn’t even hurt.” This wasn’t a complete lie. It was more so tender than outright painful. The last thing you wanted was to sit at home and stew on everything that happened, you would much rather be working.

Iceburg raised a brow at this, but mercifully spared your dignity by not forcing the matter. Returning back to his full height, he promised you that he would deal with the debt collectors targeting people that weren’t involved in their dealings. With that, he bid you all farewell and left.

The silence was heavy and uncomfortable. You could feel Paulie’s eyes on you, but you didn’t want to face him, lest you two start fighting again. 

“I uh- I’ve got a job for us to work on together today, we should get started on that,” you took solace in the fact that he sounded as uncomfortable as you felt.

“Sorry, I already told Kaku I would work with him today, actually,” you lied through your teeth. Working with Paulie would be a horrible idea right now, you can’t imagine why he thinks it’s a good one.

“Seriously? Come on, (y/n), I know you’re mad but don’t be like this. It’s not a big deal, we can talk about it while we work.”

“Not a big deal?!” You snapped. Shit, you’re yelling again. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm down, you continue, “It’s a big deal to me. I mean it. If you don’t get your shit together and get your debts straightened out soon, I’m going to leave.” 

Being harassed by his enemies is something you’ve been dealing with since you were a kid. Back then they would just follow you around for an intimidation effect, but it seems like the gloves have come off now that you’re an adult. Years of this have worn you down, and now you’re at a breaking point.

“The hell do you mean you’re going to leave?” His voice sounded shockingly cold, you’re not sure you’ve ever heard him talk like that. Especially not to you.

“I mean that if this happens again, I will leave Water 7,” you looked him dead in the eyes, daring him to challenge you.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, Paulie, I do. With my resume I could get a job at any shipyard in the world, so don’t test me,” you didn’t break eye contact once, hoping to get across how serious you are.

He was the first to look away. “I’ll get it taken care of,” is all he said before walking away.

Letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, you join Kaku with picking out lumber for some ship repairs, “Thanks for not ratting me out.”

“It makes no odds,” he reassured you. Kaku quickly glanced around and then leaned down to whisper, “I have to ask though, did you mean what you said about leaving, or was that all horsefeathers?”

Horsefeathers? You assume that means something along the lines of bullshit. Whatever, Kaku says weird shit all the time. You shrugged, “I dunno, maybe? I don’t really want to leave; I love living here, but I don’t want to spend my life facing the consequences of someone else’s actions, you know?”

Kaku hummed in acknowledgement and nodded, “That holds water, I understand you wanting to. Besides, a change of pace might be good for you.”

“You think so?” Honestly, you hadn’t expected him to agree and encourage you. It was nice though to have someone supporting you.

“Sure do! Paulie’s been in the ketchup for so long that I can’t imagine him getting out any time soon. Perhaps you leaving would kick him into gear?”

“In the ketchup?” You laughed, “I swear you’re making half these weird things you say up!”

“Am not! It’s a real saying, young lady!” His tone was scolding, but in a playful way.

“We’re like the same age, don’t call me ‘young lady’!” You elbowed him in the side. 

You two fell into a comfortable and casual banter for the rest of the day, which was refreshing. It really helped to take your mind off the problem at hand and cool off. By the time you were ready to go home, you were feeling calm enough to be able to have a reasonable discussion with Paulie.

That’s not to say you weren’t still upset, but you don’t think you’ll be yelling at him anymore. Unless he says something stupid, but at that point whatever happens isn’t on you.

Typically, you’ll walk home together. In the mornings he leaves before you do since he has some extra duties, but in the evening you’ll usually leave together. Sometimes even stopping to get food on the way back. Tonight, though, he was already gone. Internally, you cringe. Is he still mad? You suppose it’s possible, you could tell that what you said about leaving really hurt him.

Walking back alone made you a bit anxious after what happened this morning. You were constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure you weren’t being tailed. Fortunately, you weren’t seeing anything suspicious. Did Iceburg really take care of this that quickly? Or maybe Kalifa handled it. Her kicks were no joke, that’s for sure.

Entering your shared home, you’re surprised to see that Paulie isn’t home yet. Was he avoiding you? How mature. Rolling your eyes, you toss your torn jacket onto the couch and go rummaging through the closet for the sewing kit you keep on hand for basic repairs.

You’d barely had a chance to start stitching the seam when the front door opened. Paulie came in looking annoyed. He didn’t appear to even see you as he stomped into the kitchen to grab something from the fridge. A beer, presumably. You sighed and resumed repairing your jacket.

His footsteps came towards the living room and came to a stop in the archway. It was silent for a moment, “You’re home?”

“Yep,” you replied. Why does he sound so surprised? Did he think you were just going to peace out after work? 

Paulie joined you on the couch, the cushions dipping under his weight. You still hadn’t looked at him. The silence wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t as tense as it was at the shipyard. He took a long drink from his beer, “Please don’t leave.”

“Don’t drag me into your problems then. If it wasn’t for that I wouldn’t be thinking about it,” you answered stiffly.

“It’s not going to happen again, I took care of it.”

You scoffed, “You took care of it on the way home? What? Did you rob a bank? Or maybe some pirates?” Pulling the invisible stitch tight, you finally look his way. His hair is a mess and his clothes are dirtier than usual. Most noticeably, his knuckles were bloody. “What did you do?”

“I took care of it,” he repeated. 

“How?” You pressed.

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is you promising that you aren’t going to leave,” he took another drink.

“It does matter, I want to know what happened!” From the context clues, it looks like he jumped them. You’re not exactly fond of those people, but they are just trying to get their money back. Beating the shit out of them feels excessive.

Paulie grabbed your face, forcing you to keep looking at him, “Promise me that you aren’t leaving! You can’t leave!”

You wrenched your face away, “God, fine! I promise! Now will you talk to me?” Paulie didn’t answer, instead looking away. You huffed in aggravation, “And what do you mean ‘I can’t leave’? I could if I wanted to.”

That got his attention. His head snapped back to you, his expression was fierce, “No. You. Can’t. You’re just a little girl. There’s a lot of horrible men out there that will take advantage of you the second they get the chance. You need to be here, with me, so I can protect you.” He didn’t yell, but his words were so venomous that it made you flinch regardless. 

“Excuse me? I’m not a little girl, I’m a grown woman and I can handle myself just fine! I really don’t care for this sexist bullshit from you,” you stood abruptly with your repaired jacket in hand. If he was going to be like this, then you were going to go for a walk until he stopped with the misogyny.

You didn’t make it more than five feet before a rope was wrapped around your chest and yanked you back onto the couch. Whipping your head to Paulie, you made no effort to hide how pissed you were, “What the hell are you doing?! Untie me!”

“I thought you could handle yourself?” Paulie wasn’t even paying that much attention to you, instead casually continuing to sip on his beer. He was an expert knot tier, getting out of his clutches without something to cut the ropes was no easy task and he damn well knew that.

“This isn’t funny, let me go!” Your attempts to free yourself are futile. The knots only tighten more as you struggle.

“I’m not letting you go. You are never leaving, and the sooner you accept that, the better,” he states coldly, making no move to ease up the ropes. You can only gawk at him. This wasn’t your brother, he would never speak to you like this. Did your threat to leave really bother him that much?

You’re going to have to proceed extremely carefully if you want to get out of this situation.

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is any one piece writer accepting requests??? i’m dying to read a story of Kalifa x Sanji 🫠🤪 the chemistry between then got me AaaaaAaaaaaa

[lonesomebutterfly13]

Off-Day: Iceberg x Wife!Reader

AN: Here is my first one-shot, this is a personal one, I hope everyone likes it! This is also pre Water 7, so Kalifa is in it. It's not too long as I am trying to make myself more comfortable with writing again.

Iceberg turned over in bed, looking at the woman next to him. 

She was everything he ever wanted, and being with her made everything better. From her beautiful h/c hair, to her e/c eyes that glimmer like diamonds when she was near him. 

She wasn’t awake yet, and Iceberg made sure to move quietly, so as to not wake her. 

He picked up his den-den Mushi, it rang consistently, until he heard it be picked up. 

“Yes?” Kalifa’s voice rang out from the other end of the call. 

“Wah, Kalifa, please cancel all of my appointments for today.” He said, looking over at Tyrannosaurus, who was asleep on the window seal. 

“Alright, done, sir. Is everything okay?” 

“Yes, I just think I should spend some time with my wife.” 

Kalifa chuckled, “Alright, got it sir, enjoy your day today.” 

Iceberg hung up and placed the den-den Mushi down, sighing. He looked back over and saw his wife was awake. 

“Honey, is everything okay?” You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. 

“Yes, dear, Kalifa was just telling me my only appointment canceled today, so we can spend the day together.” He smiled at you. 

“Awe, that’s great dear. I am happy…” You got close to him and put your arms around him. 

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Iceberg looked up at his wife, now cooking at the stove. The smell of the meat hit his nose, and he smiled. He wasn’t normally a big fan of the taste, but somehow she turned it into something that was delicious. She always did. 

“Would you like eggs too?” You asked him. 

“Wah, yes please, my dear.” He went back to looking at the schematics of the new ship he wanted to build eventually. 

You smiled to yourself, stealing a glance at him. He seemed lost in thought. You wondered if he knew you heard the entire conversation with Kalifa. You went back to cooking, grabbing two eggs from the carton. 

This was bliss. 

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[cinnbar-bun]

Competition (Jabra x Reader x Lucci)

Summary: Jabra and Lucci are always going at it. After Fukurou's embarrassing gossip, the two decide to have you settle the competition...

In their own, unique, wild way, of course.

Rating: NSFW this is smutty smut smut

Notes: Aggressive sex, Zoan form sex, competition, threesome, spitroasting, rimming, and anal. Reader is AMAB but GN. Lucci and Jabra are aggressive, petty assholes but it's consensual. Some degrading language. Surprisingly soft-ish aftercare and cuddles.

Word Count: ~2.3k

Requested. Thank you for requesting, dear! Please enjoy <3

You can read on my AO3 here!

You strolled into Enies Lobby with everyone’s lunch order. You whistled as you greeted some of the other soldiers and office workers within headquarters until you finally reached the small office where your fellow CP9 officers were sitting. 

“Hey guys, brought lunch,” you say, happily placing their usual orders onto the table. Kaku is the first to thank you and get his food. The other members follow, save for two. 

You look around in confusion as you begin to dig into your food. 

“Where’s Lucci? And Jabra?” You ask, wondering why they aren’t here despite them usually being the biggest sticklers for lunch. 

“Oh, you know, probably hashing it out or something. No need to worry,” Kaku shrugs. 

“Although, today they did seem even more annoying than usual,” Kalifa sighed and shook her head. 

You partially agree with Kaku and Kalifa and are about to continue eating when the door slams open and a stern looking Lucci strolls in with an angry Jabra following behind. 

“You’re just jealous! That’s what it is, you stupid cat!” Jabra yells, a wide smirk on his face as if he had just bested Lucci. 

“What are you yapping about, you dog?” Lucci retorts while he swipes his food and sits on a chair. “You sound utterly ridiculous.” 

Jabra howls with laughter. “Of course! That’s what this whoooole thing is about! You’re just jealous!” 

The rest of you look in confusion between the Lucci and Jabra, unsure of what to even think or say. 

“Um, hey, what’s going on-” 

“Can it, giraffe!” Jabra cuts Kaku off. “I’m dealing with him! He just can’t help it that I’m sexier and better than him!” 

“Didn’t your girlfriend leave you for Lucci?” Fukurou mentions, making Jabra stomp his feet and glare at the round man. 

“Shut up, will ya? She didn’t mean anything! And I dumped her! Not the other way around! She was just so heartbroken she felt she had to go to Lucci!” Jabra screamed, his face red with anger. Lucci barely reacted, continuing to eat, which made Jabra point enthusiastically at Lucci. “See? He’s speechless! Cuz he knows I’m the one that’s a better man!” 

“Does that sort of thing really matter…?” Kaku asked, scratching his cheek as he pondered the conversation. “What do you think, (Y/n)?” 

All eyes turn on you and you shrink into your seat as Jabra and Lucci’s eyes bore into you heavily. You awkwardly laugh and try to figure out the best way to diffuse the situation without exposing yourself too much.

“W-well, I think both have their merits and-” 

“But I’m better than that stupid cat!” “It’s obvious I’m far superior to that whining dog.” 

The two men again furrow their brows at each other before returning to you, wanting you to pick a side. 

“I think you two are both great, and anyone would be lucky to-” 

“(Y/n), duh, they both like you!” Fukurou interrupts, and for a second, the tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jabra is the first to react, walking over to Fukurou and attempting to choke the life out of him. 

“Why I oughta-!” 

“Get out. Everyone. Get out,” Lucci states, his voice not raising an octave, but still showing his immense rage. The rest of CP9 and you pack up your lunches and hurriedly begin to exit before Lucci calls your name. “You. Stay.” 

You feel like a trained housepet now and sit back down, unsure of what’s gonna happen next. But you know for certain that whatever will happen will most likely be another fight. 

“Great job, Mr. Subtle! You totally proved their points!” Jabra hissed. 

“I don’t give a shit about what they think. If they say anything, then they’ll die, simple as that,” Lucci harshly chides. 

You jump in your seat at this conversation- were these two confirming that they did, in fact, like you? The thought is too much to bear as you watch Jabra and Lucci continue to hash it out. 

“Face it, you just know (Y/n) likes me more!” Jabra cackles, and Lucci removes his hat. “We even slept together!” 

For the second time in under five minutes, your heart nearly stops as Lucci’s eyes snap to you, practically seeing red. 

“N-no, we have not and-” you try to save yourself from Jabra’s lies. 

“Come on, (Y/n), why don’t you go admit it? Tell him I’m better, that you like me more!” Jabra exclaims, while Lucci stands up to go toe to toe with Jabra. 

In some sick, twisted way, you’re enjoying how the two are arguing over your attention. You gawk as they hurl more insults to each other, before they both have the same idea to shift into their Zoan forms. Jabra’s wolf form and Lucci’s leopard form tower over you as they smash their heads together and growl. 

“You better-” Jabra begins before he sniffs the air. He starts to practically drool as he licks his lips. “What’s that smell?” 

Lucci follows right after and sniffs for a brief moment. He freezes and his eyes narrow as he looks at you. “It’s them.” 

You glance around in confusion, unsure what they’re talking about. Jabra’s eyes widen in delight as he nods, finally agreeing with his rival on something. 

“You’re right! It is!” “What do you mean?” You ask nervously, sniffing yourself to make sure you don’t smell bad. You don’t smell anything strange or different, so you look back at them in confusion before Lucci steps closer to you, the beastmen leering at you like predators to a meal. 

“Strip.” 

--

It’s a miracle you’re still alive at this rate. Lucci’s thick member is shoved unceremoniously down your throat as his claws yank at your hair. In between bouts of abusing your throat, he runs his nails through your head, as if petting you and rewarding you for sucking him off so well. His hands alternate between that gentle stroking and petting, to the rough tugging when he feels you’re too slow. 

“Good slut,” he hums proudly at how you’re doing. You can hardly breathe as he bucks his hips faster, but the taste of his slick and the pleasure of being dominated by your two colleagues makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Jabra growls jealously and has his claws dig into your round ass. 

“Focus on me, damn it! Else I’ll just skip the foreplay and eat you alive!” He threatens. You pathetically moan in response, while Lucci smirks. 

“Sorry, dog, they’re too busy choking on me,” Lucci’s lips curl up deviously. “It must be so sad to be smaller than me.” 

“Smaller?! I’ll have you know that I’m definitely bigger!” Jabra snarls as he crouches down behind you. “You’re just upset you can’t fuck them first!” 

“Screw you,” Lucci growls. 

“Up yours, cat,” Jabra huffs before he licks his lips then dives into your ass. His tongue swirls around your anus, causing you to jolt at the contact. Jabra chuckles, and Lucci smirks at the bewildered expression on your face. Despite Jabra causing you to feel that, Lucci can’t help but enjoy your flustered face. His mind drifts to the fact they both like you in this position- but like hell he would ever admit that out loud. He pushes it aside and continues to have you suck him off. 

Jabra licks your behind with enthusiasm, his claws digging in between your thighs to spread them apart farther for him. You whine and moan around Lucci’s cock, making the assassin grip your hair tightly and throw his head back. He’d never dare let out a sound to show you that he was actually enjoying this, but in your dazed state, you could hardly notice that. 

It isn’t until a while later that Jabra finally stops teasing you and inserts his tongue into your anus. Your legs and arms wobble at the contact, causing Lucci to yank you by your hair so you could get some support. 

“Enjoying it, dear?” Jabra cooed sadistically. You mumble out a ‘mhm’, but Lucci refuses to let Jabra be praised in his vicinity and thrusts farther into your mouth this time to silence you. Jabra glares. “You asshole.” 

“Shut up. I don’t wanna hear your voice when they’re busy with me. I want to actually finish.” 

Jabra removes his mouth from your behind and decides to line his member up to your entrance. 

“Oh yeah? They’ll be too busy enjoying this to care about you!” Jabra states as he enters you. The stretch from his large girth is astounding, making you struggle to breathe as Jabra fills you inside. “Oooh, tight~! Practically sucking me in!”

Jabra leers at Lucci. “Bet you wish you were here, huh?” 

“Shut up,” Lucci snarls. 

Jabra, despite his large form and sadistic tendencies, pumps himself slightly inside you- as if wanting to spare you from a world of pain. “Easy there, dearie, if you tremble so much and keep being so tight, I might just snap you in half!” 

He chuckles as one large hand reaches around you and grips your member, running his thumb up and down your shaft. 

“Don’t worry, you’re a precious meal I’m going to savor~,” he snickers, before he begins to move his hips. 

The wind is knocked out of your lungs as you feel the two beastmen thrust into you wildly. Lucci’s claws are grasping at your hair to guide your mouth, while Jabra pounds into you and strokes your dick with every thrust. 

The pleasure is too much- too much it almost hurts. Lucci looks down at you with a wild look in his eyes as he shakes his head. 

“Don’t get sloppy now. You do that, I’ll punish you more,” he threatens. His voice breaks into a soft groan as you attempt to place your hands on his hips to leverage yourself better to take him and Jabra. 

Jabra howls with laughter as he picks up the pace, eager to finish soon. 

“You’re getting worked up! I can smell your scent getting stronger,” Jabra teased. 

“Oh? You enjoyed being used like a toy for us?” Lucci interjects. “What a good worker. You know your place beneath us.” 

“Damn right it is!” Jabra agrees. Both of them enjoy how your face heats up and how you tremble from the pleasure. The two shoot a competitive glance at each other before harrumphing and staying silent. They refuse to admit they feel the same in this situation, even so close. 

“Now go on, (Y/n), be a good little whore and finish soon,” Lucci commands. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Jabra adds. “I’ll make sure to clean you up nice and well when you cum.” 

Their dirty ramblings and threats make your heart race as you do your best to bob on Lucci’s cock while moving your hips back to meet Jabra. 

“Ah, shit-,” Jabra cries. “You’re like a bitch in heat!” 

“My bitch in heat,” Lucci corrects. Jabra growls and moves his hips faster. 

“Not for long,” Jabra smirks as he grabs your hips to anchor you down. “You’re gonna take it all.” 

The two men get sloppier with their movements, a sign that they’re approaching their climax. Jabra sends a hand flying to your ass, leaving both men cackling at the noise you made and the way you jumped. Lucci’s hand is shaking as he grips your head. 

“Swallow all of it, or else,” Lucci says as a final warning before his hips stutter. Jabra grips you tighter while making sure to jack you off faster. 

“Go on, we know you want to~,” Jabra coos to you. The pressure in your stomach finally boils over as you finish with a loud, garbled moan. You release into Jabra’s hands as he excitedly licks his fingers coated with your essence clean. “Shit, taste better than anything I know.” 

Lucci stops his frantic pace and decides to slam into your mouth. As if the two are reading each other’s minds, Jabra begins to do the same.

One. Two. Three. 

They both throw their heads back and let out animalistic cries. You choke on Lucci’s heavy amounts of cum while feeling Jabra’s release drip down your legs. Even in your fucked out state, you can’t disobey. You try to swallow every drop, nearly gagging at the salty taste. 

Lucci finally releases your head and you drop to the floor pathetically, filled from both ends. 

Jabra pulls himself out and chuckles. 

“Don’t think we’re done yet, sweetheart. You still gotta choose who’s better,” he sneers, as him and Lucci switch places. 

--

You aren’t sure how long it’s been since the two continued their competition. Even as Jabra throws you over his shoulders, him and Lucci are still arguing as if they didn’t just have marathon sex with you. 

“I think this just goes to show I’m better at sex than you,” Jabra points. 

“Right, you dumb dog. You could hardly last,” Lucci smirks. 

“You two… please… stop…” you mumble, tired beyond belief. The two shut up, not before glancing at each other, as they gruffly walk to your room. Jabra lays you on the bed and they’re about to continue their fight elsewhere when you grip their arms. “Can you both stay? You’re so warm and fuzzy.” 

It’s obvious you’re delirious, so the two men sigh and crawl into the bed with you, not before returning to their Zoan forms. Jabra wraps an arm around your waist while Lucci simply lays beside you and strokes your hair once in a while. 

“Hmph. You lasted a lot longer than I thought,” Jabra comments. 

“Agreed. I’m surprised at your resilience,” Lucci awkwardly adds. It’s probably the best compliment he’ll ever give you, but in this moment, it’s all you need. You snuggle into your sheets besides them and feel yourself slowly drift to sleep between them. 

“They like me more,” Jabra says to get the final word in. 

“Shut up.” 

[olinblogin]

REQUEST MASTERLIST! (REDONE)

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What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Dandy’s World

-Pressure (only like three characters I’ll write for💔)

-Regretevator

-Cookie Run

-Arcane

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-slightly suggestive content (not full on nfsw)

-childhood romance (no suggestive stuff)

-teen romance (no suggestive stuff)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules/polyamory (multiple characters x reader)

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

- major nsfw

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rm

- extreme Yandere stuff (r@pe, cannibalism, etc)

CHARACTER’S I’LL BE WRITING FOR

ARCANE

- Viktor

- Jayce Talis

- Vi

- Jinx

- Sevika

- Caitlyn Kiraaman

- Mel Medarda

- Ambessa Medarda

- Salo

- Lest

- Vander

- Silco

- Ekko

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Tang

-Pigsy (mostly platonic)

-Sandy (mostly platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (mostly platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

COD - CALL OF DUTY (MW2/3)

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

Dandy’s World

- Dandy

- Astro

- Vee

- Shelly

- Sprout

- Pebble (platonic)

- Glisten

- Flutter (platonic)

- Toodles (platonic)

- Rodger

- Teagan

- Brightney

- Scraps

- Goob

- Boxten

- Poppy

-Cosmo

- Finn

- Razzle & Dazzle (can be semi-poly)

- Shrimpo

COOKIE RUN

- Hollyberry Cookie

- Dark Cacao Cookie

- White Lily Cookie

- Golden Cheese Cookie

- Pure Vanilla Cookie

- Pitaya Dragon Cookie

- Burning Spice Cookie

- Shadow Milk Cookie

- Wind Archer Cookie

- Moonlight Cookie

- Sea Fairy Cookie

- Black Pearl Cookie

- Frost Queen Cookie

- Stormbringer Cookie

- Elder Faerie Cookie

- Crimson Coral Cookie

- Shining Glitter Cookie

- Stardust Cookie

- Clotted Cream Cookie

- Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

- Street Urchin Cookie

- Rebel Cookie

- Mozzarella Cookie

- Burnt Cheese Cookie

- Smoked Cheese Cookie

- Captain Caviar Cookie

- Financier Cookie

- Crunchy Chip Cookie

- Wildberry Cookie

- Affogato Cookie

- Tea Knight Cookie

- Lilac Cookie

- Red Velvet Cookie

- Almond Cookie

- Black Raisin Cookie

- Latte Cookie

- Kumiho Cookie

- Milk Cookie

- Werewolf Cookie

- Vampire Cookie

(There’s just a lot)

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IF YOU DON’T SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTERESTS YOU CAN (in dms if you prefer) ASK IF I’LL WRITE THEM! ^^

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

[emptystove]

Sparrow - Ch 4

One Piece Fanfic (Drama/Romance/Suspense)

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

Rating: EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

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

Links to AO3, Wattpad -- Fanfic Master List

Chapter 4: Decisions, Decisions

CP9 Headquarters, NWC Central District

It had already been too long. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you even listening to me?"

How long had she been standing there droning on?

"Report," Lucci demanded coldly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll speak with them as well."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kid's Body Shop, NWC South District

"What the hell is this?" 

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

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

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

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

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

Sabo and Killer turned to glare at Kid. 

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

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

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

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

"You seem awfully calm about all of this."

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

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

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

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

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

"So what happens now?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tsh. A bit risky?" Kid snorted.

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

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

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

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

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

All three men gave you skeptical looks.

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

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

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

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

"She can stay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just one thing?" You quipped.

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

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

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

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

"He didn't do anything." 

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

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

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

What had you gotten yourself into?

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[REDACTED], NWC [REDACTED] District

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

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Author's Note:

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

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

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

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⊹ I WILL WRITE : angst, fluff, smut, fem!reader, character x character, friendship, headcanons, drabble, one-shot...

⊹ KINKS : aphrodisiacs, bondage, cross-dressing, dry humping, first times/virgins, fuck or die, sex pollen, knife-play, possessiveness/jealousy, sexual frustration, voyeurism, weapon fetishization, wings… (If you don't see what you're looking for, don't panic! You can ask me what you want, and I'll let you know whether I accept or not :D)

.CHARACTERS.

⊹ Romance & Friendship : Boa Hancock Brook Dracule Mihawk (manga/OPLA) Monkey D. Luffy (manga/OPLA) Nami (manga/OPLA) Nefertari Vivi Nico Robin Perona Portgas D. Ace Roronoa Zoro (manga/OPLA) Sanji (manga/OPLA) Trafalgar D. Water Law

⊹ Friendship : Bepo, Carrot, Kaya (manga/OPLA), Portgas D. Rouge, Tony Tony Chopper.

⊹ Pairings : LawLu, ZoSan, NamiVivi.

⊹ I have to practice, but they will be added to my list one day : Charlotte Amande, Crocodile, Donquixote Doflamingo, Donquixote Rosinante, Eustass Kid, Hina, Kalifa, Killer, Monet, Penguin, Shachi, Shanks, Tashigi, Yamato, MiShanks, ZoLu, CoraLaw.

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Hi! I'm a new (?) fanfiction blog here on tumblr! I used to have an old account where I wrote one piece fanfics that I deleted a few years ago but I'm back on this new account now!

I will hopefully start writing soon but if you wish to I highly encourage you to send in a request already regarding literally any character ^^

Here are my rules regarding what I write and I will also copy-paste them under the cut!!

Have a lovely day<3

Rules regarding requesting:

I will write fluff, angst and smut (and generally any other genre you can think of)! However there are certain topics that I am not comfortable with writing about such as:

Drugs

Exessive alcohol abuse

Anything non-consensual

Abuse

Self harm (and similar topics)

When you request something, please feel free to specify exactly what it is that you’re asking for. Be as specific as possible. What characters are you asking for? Is it x reader or in general? Do you want it as quick reactions or as a short story? Manga/anime or Live action?

Requesting is always highly encouraged so don’t feel shy to send me an ask! :)<3

ALSO: This blog is NOT free from manga spoilers! Feel free to request anything relating to the newer chapters of the manga at any point!

The characters I write for are the following:

Straw hat crew (Chopper and Brook are both platonic writings only!)

Affiliated with strawhats:

Yamato 

Bartolomeo

Vivi

Whitebeard pirates:

Ace

Marco

Izo

Roger pirates:

Roger

Rayleigh

Shanks

Buggy

Marines:

Koby

Smoker

Tashigi

Water 7 arc:

Kaku

Kalifa

Lucci

Paulie

Revolutionaries:

Sabo

Koala

Worst Generation:

Law (And platonic writings for Bepo)

Eustass Kid

Killer

Basil Hakwins

Others: 

Cavendish

Vinsmoke Reijuu

Crocodile

Mihawk

Donquixote Rosinante

Monet

Perona

Shakky

Camie (Platonic

Carrot (platonic)

Pudding (platonic)

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I cant remember if I've done a request on here, apologies if I have! Can you write dating hcs for Nami, Kalifa, and Jewelery Bonney (separately) please? If not it's okay of course, I just like them all very much. Oh and gn reader please!

Hello, I loved doing this request and you didn't send one in before but also feel free to send anymore you have!

CW- Mentions of slightly nsfw but it's barely a bit of it

Dating Headcanons Kalifa, Jewelry Bonney, and Nami

Kalifa

"Tell me I'm the most beautiful lady you've seen"

She wants a lot of praise, she'd do best with someone who's love language is words of affirmations, even though she knows she gorgeous, she just wants reminded now and then.

She likes thinking of things that you don't necessarily even know you needed. If it doesn't exist, she'll find someone to get it done.

Lots of bubble baths, lots of them. With romantic candles lit and rose petals (or any flowers) and scented oils. She loves having you wash her hair for her and being clean while having a bit of fun.

Lots of secret touches, not one for much PDA but also isn't opposed. Caressing your thigh during an important meeting. Sitting on your lap while CP-9 discusses plans.

She doesn't say I love you for a bit, if you say it too soon she's the type of person to say, "Oh I love me too." and give you a pat on the back. But if you are lucky enough to win her actual love, she'll tell you sealing it with a kiss on the corner of the lip.

Anyone even dares insult you though, she's beating respect into them. How dare someone insult her partner. She may have been putting on a show for Iceberg, but for you it's sincere.

If you a jealous or possessive lover, she'll relish in your feelings. Letting a person hit on her, just to see a bit of a reaction from you. She won't let it go too far, and she'll make up for it later.

Everything is planned, even if she doesn't tell you. The day you guys got serious, she already had the wedding dressed designed secretly. But she wouldn't let you know.

If you can't defend yourself, she'll teach you some of her tricks from over the years.

She can be distracted easily, wearing something that fits on all the right places, she'll be staring you down til she can have time alone with you.

She is vain, prepare to have a lot of mirrors around, maybe even a mirror kink. And a bit of a roleplaying one.

Jewelry Bonney

You're probably on her crew, and if not she would invite you to join her. Just so she can have you around. She's fine if you don't spend every moment with her, but she likes just hanging out.

She likes going on adventures with you, she likes planning the perfect escape and finding the perfect risky scenarios.

She'll be rude to anyone who is mean to you, or even gives you a look she didn't like.

She'll definitely take your fries, she won't ask the first time, and she'll do it everytime after that it's just going to be a habit to get an extra order of fries if you wanted some.

Pda, she probably doesn't mind but if she's busy, she may get a little rude but she'll apologize later.

A good date would be an all you can eat buffet. She'll impress you. But she also doesn't mind doing a few events to steal some treasure.

She's a woman of respect, she respects you and you respect her and it'll be all good.

You can definitely tease her whenever she ages up or down and she'll bicker with you.

She won't shy away from saying I love you, it would be more of a casual thing with her.

She'd let you wear her hat every once in a while and she would make sure you are taken care of.

she won't put you in danger if she can help it and she'll get you out of trouble, or try her hardest.

Once you get past her occasional rudeness, which wouldn't necessarily be towards you after a bit. She's a loving partner who cares about your safety.

Nami

Her favorite type of day is taking you out shopping, she likes helping you pick out clothing and anything else you may want. Plus she likes having someone to give her some advice or let her know she looks good. She may expect you to carry the bags, but she can make the crew carry them if you don't want to.

She cares about you deeply and she doesn't want to let anything happen to you. She'll slap anyone for a suggestive comment or just blatantly disrespectful.

She loves buying you things, but not materialistic way. In a, you stared at it a bit long at a store and said you didn't need it, so she 'went to the bathroom' and haggled for it when you were outside waiting.

She may be cautious at first, she hasn't had the best past and she wants to make sure it's safe to love you.

She likes bossing you around but she makes sure to say it in a kind tone. She won't hesitate to tell you when your being an idiot.

You won't ever have to wonder if she loves you, she'll lay on top of you, trace your cheek at night and tell you things once you guys are close.

She doesn't want over the top PDA but she'll hold your hand and kiss you cheek, and if you haven't seen each other or gone through a battle, she'll kiss you and press her forehead to yours.

Lots of fun moments, getting to tease her (she'll tease you too).

Romantic dinners, fun adventures, and saving her from several creeps. She's a bit possessive, she'll shoot glares at someone who looks at you too much or flirts with you.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

CP9/CP0 Masterlist

Rob Lucci

Estranged - Yandere Rob Lucci x Sibling!Reader / Platonic

Kaku

Yandere Kaku 4 & 17 (VDay Event)

Kalifa

Blueno

Jabra

I’m on the Hunt, I’m After You - 1 - Yandere Jabra x Fem!Reader / Romantic

Yandere Paulie and Jabra (separate) 18 (VDay Event)

Kumadori

Fukuro

[oneprompt]

Rob Lucci, L N K D F X B P

Kalifa, X L N K D B P

NSFW CONTENT , DO NOT READ IF DISCOMFORTING

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Rob Lucci , L , N , K , D , F , X , B , P : Location, No, Kink, Dirty Secret, Favourite Position, X-ray, Body Part, Pace

Location: Lucci doesn't have anywhere specific he likes to have sex, really. But whenever you two go on missions together, he can't help but take you as his in a random alley. It's odd but Lucci loves seeing you crumble before him, trying your very best to not moan or yell as he thrusts into you. he's all about tormenting his partner sexually and having to force them to hold back truly fires up his loins. But generally, Lucci doesn't care about where you two are, as long as he can render you useless, nearly.A

No/Turn Offs: Lucci doesn't like sweet talk. Of course, he loves his partner but being all mushy and broad about it isn’t his style, both in and out of the bedroom. He’s overall very silent in the bedroom and if you prefer to talk, especially all romantic ... He won’t be too into it. 

Kink: Dare I say pet play? Lucci loves putting his partner in degrading positions, having you in a collar, splayed out naked for him. The man is one of high profile and expects to be treated like a deity 24/7, even from his beloved. Lucci just cant get enough of the combo of you in a degrading outfit, on your knees, begging like a mutt for him. He’ll be sure to repay you for your eager words.

Dirty Secret: Lucci isn’t a masochist in the slightest but when you pull at his curls? He’ll react very positively, to say the least. The rush he gets when he feels the pressure against his scalp is enough to drive him mad, his intense thrusts growing even more so, whilst Lucci plays with your body, holding no restraint.

Favourite Position: I’d say the mating press. It’s so convenient for Lucci, really. He gets to scratch and dig his nails into your thighs, all while being able to watch every slight reaction you have to his pleasurably painful touch.

X-Ray/Dick Headcanon: Lucci is big, to say the least. I’d say about ten or so inches. He isn’t too thick but he makes up for it with his incredibly long shaft. Lucci is the type to shave not just his pubes but all of his body hair. He always needs to be prim and presentable, he can’t let something as ridiculous as body hair get in the way of his handsome self. Lucci just doesn’t find body hair aesthetically pleasing, he prefers to smooth down his pale skin. Body Part: Lucci loves attacking his partners neck the most. Whether he does so with hard kisses, sharp bites or the tight grip of his hands, he’s happy to do anything to your neck. Leaving hickies and bites on such a visible area arouses Lucci like no other. He loves the thought of people knowing you’re his.

Pace: Lucci is an uncontrollable beast. His pace is never slow, never sensual or loving. When Lucci truly shows love, it’s intense and unconditional. He doesn’t know how to display his affections and does so through the harshest way possibly. He’s never ending with his pumping, truly. If you‘re with Lucci, you best have a pain tolerance or be a masochist.

Kalifa , L , N , K , D , X , B , P : Location , No, Kink, Dirty Secret , X-Ray, Body Part, Pace

Location: Kalifa loves to be intimate in the shower/bath. Not only is it the most sanitary, but it’s always warm and refreshing, unlike bed sheets, that are quick to absorb cum and sweat. And she loves using her devil fruit during sex. She’ll rub her partners hips, thighs and legs whilst she kisses you, leaving your body defenceless. Oh, it’s always such fun..

Kink: Teasing. Kalifa isn’t a sadist but she adores teasing her partner, listening to you whine and ask her ever so sweetly for release, permission to hit your climax. She finds it adorable, she loves cute things and won’t hesitate to drop you down to the cutest point of expression, desire and yearning.

No/Turn Offs: Not a big fan of edge play. Violence belongs at work, why bring work business to the bedroom? Kalifa isn’t the most affectionate but she loves her partner dearly and would rather not cause you any pain. Even if you like it, Kalifa just can’t get into it.

Dirty Secret: Kalifa loves to make homemade pornography with her partner. Of course, just for private use between the two of you. She takes a whole lot of pride into her busty and beautiful figure, and is happy to pose on camera for you. Kalifa also loves taking erotic photos of you, ones she can keep for her personal relief when she goes out on missions.

X-Ray/Body Headcanon: Kalifa is probably a DD, in cup size. She has a flat but slightly toned stomach from all of her training, as well as very strong legs. She’s perfect, teetering in between being somewhat muscular and busty. What a woman! She’s probably entirely shaved down there, not finding body hair as a whole to be very sanitary in her humble opinion. Body Part: Titties. Did you not see her fight with Nami? Kalifa loves breasts a whole lot, doesn’t matter to her if they’re large or small, she can’t help but admire a woman’s figure regardless of their body type. Kalifa also loves what comes with breasts, bras. She finds them erotic, adding spice to an already sexy feature.

Pace: I can imagine her being fast but sensual, every fast rock of her hips full of love. Kalifa doesnt ever go soft, really. She prefers to be quick, wanting to make her partner cum as quick as possible. She just loves watching you unwind, especially if you had a rather hard day at work.

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2 for the halloween drabble, with kalifa mebbe?

You got it! This one was very sweet to write, ahaha! ;D Now, please enjoy a Happy Halloween with Kalifa! (And check out the prompt list here~)

"Kalifa, I'm back from the store!"

Her head snapped up from the decorations she'd collected from the closet. "Did you acquire everything on the list?" She asked, voice sharp and matter-of-fact.

You internally sighed as your girlfriend had been temporarily replaced with the Perfectionist Secretary who you swore held the entire town on a tight leash. "Not...everything. Most of it wasn't even there, and I checked at least three stores."

Kalifa stood, perfectly poised, and stared down her nose at you. "Your bags seem unusually full for such little success."

"Because I got the most important element for the big day." You set the bags down on a desk and revealed the contents: a treasure trove worth of candy. "I got everything a kid could want. Got the good chocolates, candy corn, fruity stuff, sour packets, fireballs...even found some novelty chocolate coins. Maybe we could put all the candy in a chest and call it pirate treasure, huh? The kids would love it!"

You swore Kalifa's eye twitched. "Need I remind you, the children are not the ones who'll be handing out the awards?" She pulled a flyer off her ever-present clipboard. The faux-creepy font and the vintage clipart invited all the local businesses to participate in the downtown Trunk 'R Treat, and promised prizes to the best-decorated business. It had been Iceburg's idea, and the combination of competition and her boss's pride on the line meant that Kalifa took this project dead seriously. Not that you'd voice such a pun at her.

"I guess we'll have to get creative," you said as you puttered around the office for a suitable candy receptacle. No pirate chests, but...oh, here was a plastic cauldron, that'd work for now. You sat down at a desk, opened the candy bags, and dumped the goods inside as you said, "For starters, we could paint on the storefront glass! Couple of ghosts and pumpkins, maybe a little black cat..."

Kalifa raised an eyebrow. "Have you already forgotten what happened the last time you painted the glass?"

You peeled open the gold wrapping of one of the chocolate coins to sample the taste. "Hey, everyone loved my artistic rendition of Tyrannosaurus."

"Everyone either mistook it for a strange snowman, made more confusing because it was June, and the rest thought it was an emaciated polar bear. Dr. Trafalgar cried."

"He's a secret softie when it comes to animals. You should see him at the movies." Oh man, was that an Atomic Warhead? You hadn't had one of these since you were a kid! You popped it into your mouth and instantly puckered.

Kalifa pinched the bridge of her nose. "Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen? Your paintings are...delightful, but they won't win us any awards, unless they're passing out participation trophies and "you tried" star stickers."

"I collected many of those as a kid, thank you." You almost regretted the words as soon as you spoke them; Kalifa's face was getting red, and she looked about ready to kick something. "Right, back on track. Look, if we can't get the perfect decorations premade, I'm sure we can craft something. Heck, Galley-La is full of builders, right? So we look up some DIY videos and build stuff. Maybe we can get one of the guys to build a coffin, and then we can put a skeleton in it."

That got Kalifa to pause. "...We could. But then, to keep things family friendly per the rules, we must make the skeleton charming somehow. Whimsical."

You snuck another piece of chocolate as you pondered a moment. Hmm..."Hey, know that street musician, Brook? He dresses up as a skeleton like...way more often than just Halloween. Maybe we could get him to sit in the coffin and play creepy tunes for a couple hours?"

"Yes, genius. Absolutely genius. We can build our theme around that. A cheerfully haunted graveyard, perhaps. A few ghosts around, maybe a plush black cat on a certain someone's headstone..." Kalifa had her clipboard out, notes rapidly spreading across the paper as she thought aloud. But when she was done, she leaned over to kiss the top of your head. "I apologize for snapping at you, my dear. I know your heart's in the right place."

"In a jar on my nightstand, yes." As usual, your morbid joke never failed to make her smirk. "I'm just trying to help you loosen up. The point of Halloween is to have fun, and that's true for us too." You reached into the candy cauldron and offered her a random piece from within. "So...relax a little?"

She sighed and took the offered candy. "I suppose. But we still must win that competition at all costs." She opened the tiny candy wrapper and popped the tiny piece into her mouth, before you could notice the bright red color of the candy you'd handed her. Her face immediately turned much the same color.

You tried your best not to laugh. "...I told you there were Fireballs in there."

"Why did you buy these for children?!"

You shrugged. "Kids love the stuff. Or at the very least, they love daring each other to eat it."

"Even if the children are not judging the competition, that'll earn us a few well-deserved gripes from parents for sure." Stubbornly refusing to spit out the spicy hot candy, Kalifa dug through the candy cauldron to pluck out every fireball (and put aside a couple pieces for herself. You took note so you could buy a bag once the leftover candy went on sale). "I have a far better use for these. We're going to put these in the break room and see how those louts handle them. Call it a trick disguised as a treat."

"Now you're getting it," you said with a smile. And you kissed her on those bright Fireball-red lips, and that was all the treat you needed.