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inseobts · 3 months ago

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Unintentional couple behaviour

you two acts like a loving couple all the time, so what happens when someone points it out?

characters: luffy, kidd, katakuri, shanks and mihawk

(zoro, sanji, law, ace and sabo)

a/n: since a loooot asked for more, here I am eheh

words count: around 0.4k - 1.1k each

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── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

You don’t know when it started.

Maybe it was the way Luffy always stole food from your plate, but make sure to never let anyone else touch it.

Maybe it was how he always grabbed your hand first whenever the crew split up.

Maybe it was how he insisted on napping with you, his head always finding your lap, his arms always looping around you like a makeshift pillow.

Whatever it was, it had been going on for way too long. And the worst part is that you never questioned it.

Until now.

It starts with Sanji.

You’re sitting at the dinner table, picking at your food, when Sanji suddenly snorts “You two should just date already.”

You blink “…What?”

Sanji gestures between you and Luffy “You’re basically a couple anyway.”

You choke on your drink.

Luffy just tilts his head, mid-bite “Huh?”

Sanji raises an eyebrow “Seriously? You guys act like a couple all the time.”

You open your mouth to argue, to deny everything, but then Nami nods “He’s right, you know.”

Usopp grins “Yeah, I mean, have you even seen yourselves?”

Franky chuckles “Super obvious, bro.”

You stare. And then Zoro, of all people, grunts “They’re not wrong.”

Your brain short-circuits. Luffy just blinks at all of them, then turns to you “Wait… are we a couple?”

Your face burns “No!”

The crew groans.

“Oh, come on.”

“You’re in denial.”

“This is painful to watch.”

You glare “We’re just friends!”

Luffy nods “Yeah! Just friends!”

The crew stares. Then Brook smiles “Oh? Then you wouldn’t mind if I asked y/n out on a date?”

Silence.

Then Luffy’s fork snaps in half and the table goes dead quiet.

Luffy grins at Brook, but it’s not his usual happy-go-lucky grin. It’s the grin he wears before picking a fight.

“Yohoho,” Brook laughs nervously “Just kidding.”

Luffy hums, still smiling “Good.”

Your stomach flips because holy shit. That was jealousy. Luffy was jealous... Over you.

The realization haunts you for the rest of the night. Because if Luffy was jealous then what did that mean?

Did he actually—?

No.

No, this is Luffy. He’s just protective. That’s just who he is.

…Right?

You barely sleep, and the next morning you wake up to Luffy in your bed.

Sprawled across your mattress. Arms locked around your waist. Face buried in your shoulder.

Like it’s completely normal.

Like he always does this.

Your heart pounds.

Because—wait!

He does always do this. Every night. Every time you’re on the Sunny, he sneaks into your bed without even asking. And you never questioned it.

Because it was just Luffy.

But now everything feels different.

You slowly try to move, but his grip tightens.

“Mm… don’t go” he mumbles sleepily, lips brushing against your skin.

And that’s it. You lose it.

“LUFFY, WHAT ARE WE?!”

Luffy jerks awake “Huh—?”

“What are we?!” you repeat, flustered as hell.

Luffy rubs his eyes, confused “We’re us.”

You groan “That’s not an answer!”

He tilts his head “What do you mean?”

You gesture wildly “This! Us! The sleeping together! The hand-holding! The food-sharing!”

Luffy suddenly grins “Oh.”

Your heart stops “What do you mean, oh?”

Luffy laughs. And then, without hesitation, he leans in and kisses you.

Soft. Certain.

Like he’s been waiting to do it forever.

You freeze. Your brain short-circuits.

He pulls back, grinning “So? Are we a couple now?”

You gape “…WHAT?!”

Luffy just laughs “Well, we’ve basically been dating this whole time, right?”

Your eye twitches “AND YOU KNEW?!”

Luffy shrugs “I just thought you knew too.”

You sputter, because what the hell. What the actual hell. Luffy just decided you were dating. And you never even noticed.

You flop back onto the bed.

Luffy just grins, tugging you closer “You’re thinking too much” he mumbles, nuzzling against you.

Your heart races.

Your face is burning.

But… maybe the crew was right. Maybe you and Luffy were always meant to be.

Even if you were the last person to realize it.

── .✦ Eustass Kidd:

You’ve always known Kid was the stubborn type. He was gruff, intense, and always had that tough guy act. But lately, you’ve noticed something strange. The more you were around him, the more he didn’t seem to mind you being there. In fact, he almost seemed to expect it.

It starts with those small things, things he doesn’t think twice about. Like when you’re both sitting on the deck, and a gust of wind hits just as you’re about to stand. Before you can catch your balance, Kid’s hand shoots out, steadying you. He doesn’t say anything, but his grip lingers just long enough for you to notice.

“Watch it” he mutters, his usual gruff tone, but there’s something softer behind his eyes. You smile but say nothing. Killer, standing nearby, simply raises an eyebrow before looking away, smirking under his mask.

A few days later, when the crew is at port, you notice Kid keeping an eye on you more than usual. Every time someone gets too close or even bumps into you, his sharp gaze zeroes in, and he doesn’t hesitate to step in between you and whoever’s too close. At one point, a shady pirate from a different crew tries to flirt with you. Before you can even respond, Kid steps forward, pushing the pirate away with a low growl.

“Get lost.”

You blink, surprised at his intensity, but he doesn’t look at you, just at the pirate who’s now backing off.

“Kid, I can handle myself” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Doesn’t mean you should have to” he grumbles under his breath, clearly annoyed by something. He turns away before you can say anything else, muttering about how annoying it is to babysit you. But you know it’s not just that.

The crew knows it too.

Heat lets out a low whistle as he passes by “Damn, Captain, didn’t know you were the protective boyfriend type.”

Kid turns on him with a glare “Shut the hell up.”

Heat just laughs, walking away. You shake your head, but the warmth in your chest lingers.

Then, it all comes to a head one evening. The crew’s just finished a round of celebrations, the ship rocking gently in the quiet of the night. You’re leaning against the rail, enjoying the peace when you feel him behind you.

“Can’t sleep?” Kid asks, his voice low as usual.

You turn around, finding him standing there, arms crossed, the moonlight casting a soft glow over his scowling face.

“I could ask you the same thing” you reply.

There’s a quiet moment as you both stand there, not speaking. His eyes never leave yours, and the tension between you both seems to grow with every passing second.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching. Instinctively, you move closer to Kid. You don’t even think about it, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his hand shifts from where it was casually resting at his side to just hovering near your waist.

The ship creaks, the quiet atmosphere making you both more aware of each other’s presence. He doesn’t speak. Neither do you. His fingers are so close, just barely grazing your side as if to assure himself you’re right there.

The closeness feels… different. Intimate.

You glance up at him “Kid?” you ask softly, your heart beating a little faster.

He doesn’t answer immediately, instead, his eyes flicker over your face, and you can see the internal struggle within him. It’s a battle, and for a second, you think he might just ignore it, keep up the stubborn front.

But then, his hand finally rests against your side. His touch isn’t harsh, but gentle. You don’t pull away.

“I don’t know why I keep doing this shit” he admits, his voice low but clear “But when it comes to you… I don’t want to risk something happening.”

You blink, surprised “Risk what?”

His gaze softens, and the gruffness in his tone fades away. He looks straight at you, the usual deflective annoyance replaced with something more vulnerable.

“I don’t want anyone else near you. Not after I saw that idiot trying to hit on you.”

You smile, your heart fluttering in your chest “Kid, I’m not a damsel in distress.”

“I know,” he replies quickly, but there’s no hiding the quiet affection in his voice now “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

His words hit you harder than you expected, and before you can even respond, something unspoken passes between you both. In a split second, his lips are near yours, and the kiss is soft, almost hesitant, like he’s still not sure if he’s allowed to show this side of himself.

But you kiss him back, your hand gently resting against his chest. The kiss lingers for a moment longer than either of you anticipated, but it feels like the world has paused, like this is the only thing that matters in that moment.

When you pull away, you both stand there in silence, but this time, it’s not awkward. It’s comfortable.

And then the moment is completely shattered by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You both snap your heads toward the entrance to the deck, where Killer and Wire are standing, watching with amused expressions.

“So,” Wire says, smirking, “you two finally gonna admit you’re basically married, or should we keep pretending this isn’t happening?”

Your face heats up immediately, but Kid just groans, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Go to hell” he grumbles.

Killer just shakes his head “Too late, Captain. Everyone’s been taking bets on when you’d figure it out.”

You gape “What?”

Wire grins “Yeah. Heat won. He said you’d kiss before the next port. Guess we owe him a round of drinks.”

Kid looks absolutely done. You, on the other hand, can’t help but laugh. Because honestly? It’s not surprising.

You look back up at Kid, who’s still scowling but isn’t pulling away from you. You squeeze his hand briefly before grinning.

“Guess we were the last ones to know, huh?”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head, but there’s no real annoyance in his expression anymore. Just acceptance. And maybe, just maybe, the start of something real.

── .✦ Red-Haired Shanks:

Being part of the Red Hair Pirates meant living in a constant mess of drinking, laughing, and reckless adventures.

And somehow you ended up being the most responsible one. Which was probably why everyone assumed you and Shanks were together.

The problem?

You weren’t.

But apparently, no one got the memo.

It starts with Yasopp.

You’re in the middle of patching up Shanks’ arm because, once again, he got into a bar fight for fun, when Yasopp smirks at you from across the deck.

“You know,” he says casually, “you’re basically married to him at this point.”

You nearly stab Shanks with the needle.

“What?!”

Shanks, meanwhile, just laughs.

And the worst part? He doesn’t even deny it.

“C’mon,” Yasopp continues, “you take care of him, clean up after him, yell at him when he’s reckless...”

“I yell at all of you.”

“Yeah, but you baby him.”

Shanks grins “It’s true. You do.”

You glare “I do not.”

Shanks just shrugs “If you say so.”

And that should be the end of it. But it’s not.

Because after that the whole crew starts treating you like... ugh.

“Oi, Y/N! Can you grab Shanks another drink?”

“Y/N, tell the captain to stop picking fights with Marines again.”

“Hey, Y/N, Shanks says he wants something spicy, maybe you could help... and it's not about food”

You want to scream.

But Shanks?

Shanks just goes along with it. Smiling. Laughing. Letting everyone assume you’re his.

And the worst part is that you let them, because deep down you don’t hate the idea.

And that’s dangerous.

Then one night, it all clicks.

You’re sitting at a bonfire, surrounded by the crew, listening to them sing and drink and bicker over who can hold their liquor best.

You’re not paying attention until you hear your name.

“So, Captain,” Lucky Roux says, “when’s the wedding?”

You choke on your drink. But before you can argue, Shanks just grins.

“Oh, give it time.”

The crew erupts into laughter.

You just stare at him.

Because... what????

Shanks turns to you, smiling like he didn’t just casually imply he plans on marrying you.

And something in his expression—

Something warm. Something knowing.

It hits you all at once.

The hand-holding. The lingering touches. The way he always pulls you onto his lap when there’s no room to sit.

The way he lets you fuss over him when he gets hurt, the way he only ever listens to you.

The way he looks at you like you’re something precious.

Your heart pounds.

And Shanks just grins against your lips.

“Took you long enough” he murmurs.

And when you pull back, breathless, flustered, you realize that maybe you’ve been his this whole time.

You blink, heart still racing as the weight of his words settles in. The laughter of the crew fades into background noise, the warmth of the bonfire casting flickering shadows over Shanks’ face. He’s watching you, waiting, like he already knows the answer, like he’s known it for years.

And maybe he has.

Maybe he’s been waiting for you to catch up.

Your throat is dry. You open your mouth, but no words come out, just a strangled sound of disbelief.

Shanks chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners “You alright there, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like he hasn’t just upended everything you thought you knew.

Your hands tighten in his shirt, and you can’t tell if it’s to ground yourself or to pull him closer “You...” you swallow, voice quieter now, meant just for him “You should’ve said something...”

He tilts his head, considering “I thought I did. Plenty of times.”

You scowl, smacking his chest lightly, which only makes him laugh “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Oh, I know.” His fingers brush your jaw, featherlight, reverent “I just like seeing you all flustered.”

You groan, but you don’t pull away. And well, that says everything, doesn’t it?

And Shanks knows it too, because his grin softens, something unreadable flickering in his gaze “So,” he murmurs, close enough that his breath tickles your lips, “now that you’ve finally figured it out, what do you plan to do about it?”

The challenge is there, teasing, but there’s something raw beneath it, something real.

You take a breath. Then, before you can overthink it, you grab the front of his coat and pull him in, kissing him again, firmer this time.

The crew erupts in cheers. Someone whistles. Someone else yells about winning a bet.

But all you can focus on is the way Shanks smiles against your lips, like he’s just won something far more important.

And maybe you have too.

── .✦ Charlotte Katakuri:

The first time someone calls you Katakuri’s spouse, you nearly drop your mochi donut.

“Excuse me, what?”

The Big Mom Pirates stare at you like you’re stupid.

“Well, yeah,” Oven says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world “You take care of him, he lets you into his tea time, you’re the only one who sees his face—”

Brûlée smirks “And you always defend him when people talk behind his back.”

Daifuku nods “Might as well be married already.”

You sputter “That doesn’t mean—! We’re not—! He’s just my commander!”

Oven raises an eyebrow “You ever see Katakuri treat anyone else the way he treats you?”

You freeze.

Because... okay.

That’s a good point.

Katakuri isn’t exactly warm with people. He’s respected, feared, distant. A perfectionist. The strongest Sweet Commander.

And yet, with you?

He lets you tease him. Lets you see him.

Lets you in.

Your stomach flips.

And you don’t know what to do with that.

You try to forget about it.

But after that you start noticing things.

The way Katakuri always saves you the best snacks at tea time.

The way he steps in front of you during battles without thinking.

The way he lets you touch him, his arm, his back, his face.

His unguarded moments are always with you.

And suddenly you can’t ignore it.

Neither can the crew.

It all comes to a head one evening.

You’re sitting with Katakuri in his usual spot, tea cooling beside him, the setting sun casting a warm glow over his sharp features. He’s eating, as usual, but his guard is down because you’re here.

And then the words slip out.

“…Katakuri.”

He glances at you, chewing “Hm?”

You hesitate. Then screw it.

“Are we… something?”

Katakuri pauses.

Slowly, he sets his cup down. Then he exhales, like he’s been waiting for this.

“You tell me,” he says, voice steady “Would it bother you if we were?”

Your heart pounds. Because no, it wouldn’t.

You swallow “No.”

Katakuri watches you for a long moment. Then, he smirks.

“Then I suppose we are.”

Your brain short-circuits.

“Wait—WHAT?!”

Katakuri chuckles, low and deep “Did you really think I’d let just anyone this close to me?”

You gasp, because hold on. Has he known this whole time?!

Your face burns “You could’ve said something sooner, you jerk!”

Katakuri just leans closer, his presence overwhelming.

“…Would you have been ready to hear it?”

You freeze, because damn it.

He’s right.

── .✦ Dracule Mihawk:

Living on Kuraigana Island with Mihawk isn’t easy, but somehow, you get used to it.

You get used to the silence. The way he watches you over the rim of his wine glass. The way he corrects your sword stance with the barest touch of his fingers.

You get used to the way he does things for you without asking, bringing you an extra plate at meals, fixing your sword when it’s damaged, moving his coat so you don’t sit on the cold stone steps.

It’s just how he is... Or so you think.

Until one day Perona stares at the two of you across the dining table and snorts.

“You guys act like a married couple.”

You choke on your drink. Mihawk just raises an eyebrow.

Perona grins “Oh, come on! You live together, train together, eat together—hell, you even drink out of each other’s cups sometimes!”

You freeze.

Because—wait. When did that start happening?!

You sneak a glance at Mihawk, expecting him to argue.

But instead, he just takes a sip of wine and says, “And?”

Your brain short-circuits.

Because what does he mean, ‘and’?!

Perona cackles “Oh, this is gold.”

Meanwhile, you’re too busy spiraling to notice the small, knowing smirk on Mihawk’s lips.

Because the truth is, he knew all along.

The next few days pass in a strange haze. Every time you’re near Mihawk, you’re hyper-aware of his actions. The way he hands you your sword when it’s too heavy for you to lift properly, the way he adjusts your stance when you’re practicing, even the way he leaves his wine glass half-filled so you can sip it without asking.

You can’t help but start noticing the little things. And it makes your stomach do these strange little flips you can’t quite explain.

You try to convince yourself that you’re just overthinking it. After all, you’ve spent so much time together, working side-by-side, that it’s only natural for him to be a bit… attentive. But you can’t help but feel that there’s more to it than that.

One evening, you’re training in the yard. Mihawk is watching from the porch, as usual, but today there’s something different in the air. Maybe it’s the cool breeze, or the strange feeling of him staring at you.

“Focus” he calls out when you fumble with your sword.

You grit your teeth and refocus, sweat already beading on your forehead. Your movements become sharper, more determined, but you can’t quite shake the feeling that something is… off.

When you finish the routine, Mihawk’s still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. He doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel his gaze. You give him a quick, sideways glance, noticing the faint hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Something wrong?” you ask, trying to sound casual.

His response comes as a slow, deliberate drawl “You still aren’t quite in sync with your sword. I’ve been waiting for you to catch up.”

You feel your face flush, but you push through it “Yeah? Well, I’m not some grandmaster swordsman like you, Mihawk.”

He steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming, but his gaze softens for a moment “You’re getting better. I’m simply making sure you don’t lose track of your progress.”

The softness in his voice catches you off-guard, and for a split second, you feel as if you’re standing on the edge of something, something new.

But you quickly push it aside, shaking it off as just another passing thought. You turn to grab your sword again, determined to change the subject.

“Thanks for the help,” you mutter, trying to keep your voice steady “But I think I need a break. My arms are sore.”

Mihawk doesn’t respond at first. Instead, he merely watches you for a moment before he speaks again, his tone unusually gentle.

“Are you sure you’re fine? You’ve been training for hours without rest.”

You give him a small, appreciative nod “I’ll be fine. You’re too used to looking out for me, Mihawk.”

He lets out a faint chuckle, but you notice that there’s a strange intensity in his gaze now “I suppose I am.”

Before you can react, you feel something slightly off, a flicker of tension between you two.

It’s subtle, but it’s there. And you feel it in the way he looks at you, the way he almost seems to be waiting for you to say something.

But, just like that, the moment passes. He steps back, motioning for you to take a rest.

“I’ll prepare dinner,” he says quietly, as if nothing had happened “I’m sure you’re hungry.”

You blink “You cook?”

“Of course,” he says with a slight, almost invisible smirk “It’s not difficult, and you’ve been working hard all day. You deserve a proper meal.”

You feel your heart race at his words, but you manage to keep it together “Alright, I’ll take you up on that.”

But as Mihawk turns to walk away, you pause.

For just a second, you wonder... has this always been a normal interaction between you two? Or has it grown into something more without you even realizing it?

The unease gnaws at you as you sit down on the steps, watching him disappear into the house.

You’re overthinking it. You’re just friends.

...Right?

Later that evening, you’re sitting across from Mihawk, your meal already finished. The conversation is easy, but there’s still that lingering, unspoken tension hanging in the air.

Finally, Mihawk breaks the silence, his voice low and casual “You’ve been avoiding the subject.”

Your brow furrows in confusion “What subject?”

“The subject of us.”

You choke on your drink, sputtering “What—us?!”

His expression remains unreadable, but there’s a faint glimmer in his eyes “You think I haven’t noticed? You’ve been acting strange around me lately. Ever since Perona made her comment.”

You freeze “I—uh—”

“Let’s stop pretending,” he continues “We’ve been behaving like a couple, whether we admit it or not.”

Your heart starts to race. You open your mouth to deny it, but the words get stuck. Instead, you just stare at him, trying to make sense of what he’s saying.

And that’s when Mihawk leans forward just slightly, his voice dropping lower “I don’t know what you’re feeling, but I do know that I don’t want you to leave.”

The bluntness of his words takes your breath away.

“I never planned to leave” you manage to say, the words barely leaving your lips.

Mihawk gives you a rare, genuine smile, one that’s so small and almost imperceptible that you’re not sure you saw it at all. But something in his eyes shifts.

“Good.”

And just like that, the tension finally breaks.

You’re not sure where this will go. But for now, you’re content to just be here with him, uncertain, but sure of one thing: neither of you are going anywhere.

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sh4nksslvt · 11 days ago

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Mrs. Dracule’s ‘Totally Real’ Sword Style

You invent a ridiculous sword style to tease Zoro, and Mihawk humorously backs you up, turning a quiet afternoon into a chaotic, laughter-filled spectacle.

dracule mihawk x fem! reader | one shot tags: fluff, sfw, soft, ooc, wife reader a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and akward words count: 1.9k

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The mist that clung to Kuraigana Island’s gothic castle was as much a part of its charm as the man who called it home—Dracule Mihawk, the world’s greatest swordsman. Post-Paramount War, the island had become a refuge, not just for Mihawk but for an eclectic crew: Perona, the pink-haired ghost princess who flitted about with her spectral companions, and Roronoa Zoro, the green-haired swordsman-in-training whose relentless training echoed through the stone courtyards. And then there was you—Mihawk’s wife, a secret kept from the world, though less so from the castle’s nosy inhabitants. Your presence brought warmth to the cold stone, and your penchant for mischief was about to turn a quiet afternoon into chaos.

You lounged in the castle’s training courtyard, a grassy expanse ringed by crumbling statues, watching Zoro swing his swords through a series of katas. His focus was intense, sweat dripping from his brow as he moved with precision, his three blades flashing in the dim light. Perona floated nearby, munching on a biscuit, her ghosts giggling as they darted around her.

“Boooring,” Perona drawled, tossing a crumb to one of her hollows. “Zoro, don’t you ever do anything fun? All you do is swing, swing, swing!”

Zoro grunted, not breaking his stance. “Fun doesn’t make you stronger. Keep your ghosts away from me, or I’ll slice ‘em.”

You smirked, leaning back on a stone bench, your dress fluttering in the breeze. An idea sparked in your mind, as mischievous as one of Perona’s hollows. “You know, Zoro,” you called, “maybe you’re stuck because you’re not trying anything new. Ever heard of the Dracule Dual-Blade Dance?”

Zoro paused mid-swing, one eyebrow raised. “...The what now?”

You stood, brushing off your dress with exaggerated flair. “The Dracule Dual-Blade Dance. It’s a legendary sword style. Super exclusive. Only taught to the most worthy.” You winked at Perona, who immediately caught on, her eyes sparkling with delight.

“Oh, oh! Tell me more!” Perona said, floating closer. “Is it, like, super cool? Does it involve sparkles?”

“Sparkles?” Zoro scoffed, sheathing one sword. “Sounds like nonsense.”

You crossed your arms, feigning offense. “Nonsense? Zoro, I’ll have you know this is a time-honored technique, passed down through the Dracule family. Right, love?” You glanced toward the castle entrance, where Mihawk had just appeared, his black coat billowing, his hat casting a shadow over his sharp features.

Mihawk’s golden eyes flicked from you to Zoro, then back to you. He knew that look on your face—trouble was brewing. “Indeed,” he said, his voice smooth as steel. “The Dual-Blade Dance is… formidable. My wife is its sole master.”

You bit back a grin. Mihawk, ever the stoic, was playing along without missing a beat. Zoro’s skepticism faltered, his eyes narrowing. “You’re serious?...What kind of style is it?”

Perona clapped her hands, bouncing in midair. “Yeah, tell us! I bet it’s super cute and deadly!”

You paced the courtyard, adopting a mock-serious tone. “The Dracule Dual-Blade Dance is all about fluidity and flair. It’s not just about strength—it’s about style. You wield two blades, but you move like you’re dancing, weaving in and out of your opponent’s guard. It’s so graceful, they don’t even realize they’ve been cut until you’re already posing for the victory.”

Zoro snorted, crossing his arms. “Posing? Sounds like a performance, not a fight.”

“Exactly!” you said, undeterred. “The final pose is critical. It’s called the ‘Victory Twirl.’ You spin your blades, strike a dramatic stance, and the sheer aura of it intimidates your enemy into submission. Isn’t that right, love?”

Mihawk’s lips twitched, the barest hint of amusement breaking his composure. “Absolutely. The Victory Twirl is… devastating. I’ve seen it reduce seasoned swordsmen to quivering wrecks.”

Perona squealed, her ghosts mimicking her excitement. “That sounds amazing! Show us, show us!”

Zoro looked unconvinced but curious. “Fine. Let’s see it. If it’s as good as you say, I might try it.”

You grabbed two wooden practice swords from a nearby rack, twirling them with exaggerated flair. “Prepare to be dazzled, Roronoa.” You began a deliberately over-the-top sequence, spinning and leaping like a ballerina, the swords flashing in wide, impractical arcs. You added a few unnecessary flourishes—pirouettes, a high kick, even a wink at Perona, who was clapping wildly.

“See?” you said, pausing mid-spin to point a sword at Zoro. “Fluidity! Grace! You’re so busy watching the dance, you don’t see the strike coming!”

Zoro’s eye twitched. “That’s… the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen. You’d get cut down in two seconds.”

Mihawk stepped forward, his presence commanding silence. “On the contrary, Roronoa. The Dual-Blade Dance is deceptively effective. Its unpredictability confounds opponents. Observe.” He took a practice sword, moving to your side with the grace of a panther. Without warning, he launched into a series of fluid strikes, mirroring your exaggerated spins but with his signature precision. The wooden blade whistled through the air, stopping an inch from Zoro’s chest.

Zoro blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Okay… that was fast. But the spinning? Really?”

Mihawk lowered the sword, his expression impassive. “The spinning disorients. It’s a calculated distraction, masking the true strike. My wife’s style is… unorthodox, but effective.”

You grinned, leaning against Mihawk’s arm. “See? Even the world’s greatest swordsman approves. You should try it, Zoro. Loosen up a bit.”

Perona was practically vibrating with excitement. “Zoro, you have to do it! I want to see you twirl! It’ll be hilarious!”

Zoro scowled. “I’m not twirling. This is a joke, right? You’re messing with me.”

You gasped, clutching your chest dramatically. “A joke? Zoro, I’m wounded! This is my life’s work! Tell him, Mihawk.”

Mihawk’s eyes gleamed with suppressed mirth. “It is no joke, Roronoa. My wife has spent years perfecting this technique. I suggest you show some respect.”

Zoro stared at Mihawk, then at you, his skepticism warring with his respect for his mentor. “Fine,” he muttered. “Show me the basics. But I’m not doing any stupid poses.”

You clapped your hands, delighted. “Deal! First, you need to hold your swords like this.” You demonstrated, gripping the practice swords with a theatrical flourish, one high, one low, as if posing for a portrait. “Now, step forward and spin—like you’re waltzing with your enemy.”

Zoro reluctantly mimicked your stance, his movements stiff and awkward. He spun once, nearly tripping over his own feet. Perona burst into laughter, her ghosts swirling around her. “Oh my gosh, you look like a drunk ballerina! Horohorohoro! Keep going!”

“Shut it, Perona,” Zoro growled, but he tried again, this time managing a slightly smoother spin. “This is ridiculous. How’s this supposed to help in a real fight?”

You stepped closer, adjusting his grip. “...It’s about flow, Zoro. You’re too rigid. The Dual-Blade Dance is about moving like water—unpredictable, unstoppable. Try it again, but imagine you’re dodging an attack while spinning.”

Mihawk watched, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable but his eyes betraying a flicker of amusement. “Focus, Roronoa. The principle is sound, even if the execution is… theatrical.”

Zoro grumbled but tried again, this time weaving through an imaginary opponent’s strikes. His movements were still clumsy, but there was a hint of rhythm to them. You clapped, genuinely impressed. “Not bad! Now add the Victory Twirl. Spin both swords and strike a pose—like this!” You demonstrated, spinning dramatically and ending with one sword pointed skyward, the other crossed over your chest, your chin tilted up like a stage actor.

Perona was in hysterics, rolling in midair. “Yes! That’s perfect! Zoro, do it!”

Zoro’s face was a mask of pure irritation. “I’m not doing that. I’ll look like an idiot.”

Mihawk’s voice cut through, calm but firm. “Humor her, Roronoa. Consider it a test of discipline.”

Zoro shot Mihawk a look that screamed betrayal but sighed and gave it a try. He spun his swords—awkwardly, begrudgingly—and struck a half-hearted pose, one sword raised, the other dangling limply. Perona howled with laughter, and even you couldn’t suppress a giggle.

“Needs work,” you said, circling him like a drill sergeant. “More flair! Channel your inner performer!”

“There’s no performer in me,” Zoro muttered, but he tried again, this time with a bit more commitment. The pose was still stiff, but the spin was smoother, and you could see the faintest spark of amusement in his eyes.

Perona floated over, clapping wildly. “You’re getting it! Now we need music! I bet this style would be even better with a theme song!”

You laughed, turning to Mihawk. “What do you think, love? Should we compose a ballad for the Dual-Blade Dance?”

Mihawk’s lips curved into a rare smirk. “I’ll leave the theatrics to you. But if it inspires Roronoa to improve his footwork, I see no harm.”

Zoro groaned, sheathing his swords. “This is torture. I’m going back to real training.”

“Oh, come on!” you said, grabbing his arm. “One more try. Let’s do a mock duel. You versus me, Dual-Blade Dance style. Winner gets bragging rights.”

Zoro’s eyes lit up at the challenge, his competitive streak kicking in. “You’re on. But no posing nonsense.”

“Deal,” you said, though you had no intention of playing fair. You took your position, wooden swords in hand, and began your ‘dance.’ You spun, leaped, and twirled, throwing in every ridiculous move you could think of—cartwheels, dramatic flourishes, even a mock curtsy. Zoro, to his credit, kept up, parrying your strikes with his usual precision, but he was clearly thrown off by your unpredictable movements.

Perona cheered from the sidelines, her ghosts forming a spectral cheerleading squad. “Go, go, go! Slice her with style, Zoro!”

Mihawk watched, his arms still crossed, but his gaze was fixed on you, a mix of pride and amusement. “You’re toying with him,” he said under his breath.

You flashed him a grin mid-spin. “Just a little.”

Zoro lunged, aiming for your side, but you twirled out of the way, ending with a dramatic pose that left him stumbling. “Gotcha!” you said, tapping his shoulder with your sword. “That’s one point for the Dual-Blade Dance!”

Zoro wiped sweat from his brow, panting. “You’re insane. But… that wasn’t terrible. The spinning’s weird, but it threw me off.”

You beamed, tossing your swords aside. “See? Told you it’s effective. Unpredictability is the key.”

Perona floated over, clapping. “That was so cool! You should teach me next! I could add ghosts to the dance!”

Mihawk stepped forward, his voice cutting through the chatter. “Enough for today. Roronoa, your footwork needs refinement, but the principle of unpredictability is worth considering. And you,” he turned to you, his tone softening, “stop tormenting my student.”

You laughed, looping your arm through his. “But it’s so fun! And you backed me up perfectly. Best husband ever.”

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t pull away. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

Perona groaned dramatically. “Ugh, you two are too cute! Zoro, why can’t you be romantic like that?”

Zoro snorted, heading for the castle. “I’m not here for romance. I’m here to get stronger.”

As he walked off, Perona floated after him, still chattering about the Dual-Blade Dance. You and Mihawk lingered in the courtyard, the mist curling around you. “You enjoyed that far too much,” he said, his voice low.

You grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “And you played along like a pro. Admit it, you had fun.”

His lips twitched, and he pulled you closer, his hand resting on your waist. “Perhaps. But don’t expect me to start twirling.”

You laughed, the sound echoing through the courtyard, a bright note in the castle’s somber symphony. The Dual-Blade Dance might have been a joke, but the warmth of the moment—Zoro’s reluctant grin, Perona’s laughter, Mihawk’s quiet support—was as real as the steel in Yoru’s edge.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #idk man #idk what im doing #fluff #op mihawk #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #one piece mihawk #mihawk x reader #taka no me mihawk #mihawk #dracule mihawk x you #dracule mihawk x reader

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inquisitor-runa · 11 months ago

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Who fell first and who fell harder - One Piece edition

Zoro: He fell first and harder

Law: You fell first, he fell harder

Kid: He fell first and harder

Luffy: You fell first and harder

Ace: He fell first and harder

Shanks: You fell first, he fell harder

Crocodile: You fell first and harder

Mihawk: You fell first and harder

Buggy: He fell first and harder

Sanji: He fell first and harder

Sabo: He fell first, you fell harder

Marco: You fell first, he fell harder

Doflamingo: You fell first and harder

Rob Lucci: You fell first and harder

Corazon: He fell first and harder (literally and figuratively)

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wispitty · 3 months ago

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(short reacts) | "he pretends to be asleep" + one piece men

summary: he pretended to be asleep to see what you’d do and now he’s never recovering from it.

characters: crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon

CROCODILE

He’s slouched in his office chair. Arms crossed. Head tilted slightly back. Eyes closed.

You step in and pause—thinking he’s asleep. You hesitate… then slowly approach.

Your fingertips brush the tips of his hair back. You hesitate—then kiss the corner of his jaw.

Soft. Quiet. Barely there.

“Thanks for working so hard,” you whisper. “Rest a little, okay?”

He doesn’t move.

But his heart? Pounding.

Later that day, he’ll say nothing during a meeting alongside you and the others—but he’ll stare at you longer than usual. And when you leave the room?

Smiles, just barely. But it's there.

MIHAWK

He’s seated in the courtyard, hat tilted over his eyes, arms crossed.

You step closer, certain he’s dozed off in the sun. His breath is even, steady.

You kneel. Brush a strand of hair off his forehead. And kiss the top of his head.

Then murmur,

“Even swords need their sheath sometimes.”

You walk away.

He opens one eye.

Smirks. Whispers to himself:

“And sometimes… they cut deeper than expected.”

MARCO

He’s lying on a hammock. One arm slung over his eyes. Bare chest rising slowly.

You smile. Walk over. Pull the blanket over him more securely.

Then lean in and kiss his cheek.

“You always take care of everyone else… Don’t forget you deserve that too.”

He doesn’t open his eyes. But when you walk away?

He bites his lip, cheeks pink, and mutters:

“Heh, damn. She’s gonna kill me at this rate…”

ACE

He’s lying on his stomach on his bed. Just… passed out. Completely dead to the world.

You tiptoe over, kneel beside him, and lean in.

You kiss his temple.

“Thanks for lighting up the place.”

He smiles in his sleep. A dumb, happy, full-face grin.

You think it’s just a reaction.

But after you leave?

He lifts one eye.

“I’m gonna marry her.”

SHANKS

He’s leaning back in a chair, feet kicked up, red hair over his face.

You approach quietly. Very sure he’s out cold from drinking.

You lean in, hands behind your back, and kiss the tip of his nose.

“You’re cuter when you’re not smirking.”

You start to walk away.

“And you’re bolder when you think I’m asleep.”

You FREEZE. Turn.

He’s grinning like a sinner.

“You gonna kiss me properly next time, or do I need to start faking naps daily?”

LAW

He’s on the couch. Sitting up, head tilted back, breathing soft. Fingers still holding a closed book.

You stop. Gaze soft.

You set a blanket over his lap. Then hesitate.

Then kiss his forehead.

“You’re always stronger than you think.”

As you turn, he exhales.

Not loudly. Not shakily. Just—

Broken.

When you’re gone, he covers his eyes with his hand like that one little kiss hit harder than it ever should have.

“…What the hell are you doing to me…”

CORAZON

He’s curled up in the corner of your room's couch. Jacket half-draped over him. Completely still.

You tiptoe close. Smile.

And then—without a word—you kiss his cheek.

Soft. Long. Meaningful.

You linger for a second. Brush his hair from his face.

“Sleep well, mi amor.”

You walk out.

He doesn’t open his eyes for a full ten minutes.

Just stays there.

Smiling like a fool who's won the world.

#one piece reacts #sir crocodile #crocodile x reader #mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk #shanks x reader #shanks #marco the phoenix #marco x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #corazon x reader #corazon #ace x reader #portgas d ace #portgas ace x reader #donquixote rosinante #rosinante x reader

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ryiju-muunie · 8 months ago

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Breeding kink boyfriend who puts you in a mating press?… big tummy bulge?

You weren’t going to last more than a few minutes with the hold your boyfriend had you in. It was tout as he pressed your legs back onto your chest, letting his cock head kiss your g-spot. It was chaste kisses as he ground his hips, trying to further his own arousal.

He needed you so bad he was practically on fire. He needed to breed you or he was going to die. Every minute he spent breathing could have been another minute pumping you full of hot spend.

When your boyfriend did cum, you couldn’t bear it. Your hips bucked and spasmed, trying to adjust to the new sensation that followed suit. Your pussy stretched to fit his cum as he fucked it back into you, shuddering with every pleasurable squeeze your walls gave him.

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fanged-fanfics · 4 months ago

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☆ Even Seas Must Dream — One Piece x Reader Sleeping HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Characters included: Luffy, Zoro, Law, Ace, Sir Crocodile, Buggy, Mihawk

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

Luffy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Always clings to you no matter what, you can try to put pillows between you and he'll just cling to them instead

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He can either wake up the second you leave the bed or sleep like a stone anchored into sand depending on the night

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Don't be alarmed if you wake up to rubbery arms wrapped around you like a hose, he's just making sure you don't fall out of bed or anything

ᯓᡣ𐭩 If you get up to get a drink or something there's a good chance he's gonna follow you for his 5th midnight snack of the night and keep am arm around you the whole time

Zoro

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleeps like a stone. Unmoving, mostly on his side or on his back, somehow manages to look tense while doing it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he sleeps on his back he loves for you to lay with your head on his chest, or even directly on him if he's comfortable enough. When on his side he prefers to be cradling you from behind

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Probably the most open with affection when he's sleepy, he reaches a point where he's too tired to care about others and openly leans on you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The second you get up to get something he notices, he'll always offer to go with you even if he can barely stay awake while saying so

Law

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He has a terrible time falling asleep. I feel like he'd be the type to constantly be aware of the health of others while hypocritically not acknowledging his own

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You have to practically drag him to a place to sleep whenever he's been up for way too long, which he'll argue about for the longest time

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once he falls asleep, he'll eventually curl around you and hold you tight to his chest. You are now stuck for the rest of the night, his grip while sleeping is surprisingly strong

ᯓᡣ𐭩 In the morning he's gonna complain about being hot despite being the one who refused to stop cuddling you for even a second

Ace

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His body temperature is naturally pretty high. It makes him amazing for cuddles in the winter, but in the summer you might wanna keep a little distance

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Messy sleep schedule. Naps wherever he feels like it and spends a lot of time at night doing sneaky side jobs (mostly breaking into bars) with all the extra energy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleeps very heavy when he does manage to rest, you can barely wake him for anything and he'll nap far into the afternoon if you don't get him up

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Both fortunately and unfortunately, his favorite way of sleeping is tucked directly into your side, giving a random kiss to your shoulder before he's fully asleep

Sir Crocodile

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pretty average sleep schedule despite how invested in his work he always is. He insists on keeping his mind sharp, and sleep is part of that, though he isn't opposed to an all-nighter now and again

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Not that flexible when it comes to it either— when he says it's time to sleep, you gotta head to bed too. How can you expect to be there for him if you can't even keep awake for yourself?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very light sleeper. The second something is wrong, he'll be up. Unfortunately this also means a night of restful sleep is rare to come by for him more often than not

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His quality of sleep began improving greatly when he started letting you hang onto him, something about reaching out in the middle of the night to feel you close by comforts him

Buggy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Claims he 'doesn't need sleep' and then will only go a few hours past his typical bedtime before absolutely crashing

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A big con of sleeping beside him is he can have cartoonishly loud snores when he's really out cold, and he insists on having you close at all times

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sometimes in the search for the perfect sleep position his limbs will move around in their detached state. It was pretty startling the first few times you woke up to a separated arm or leg hanging onto you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the cons is he let's his hair completely down to sleep and you're the only one that gets to mess with it however you want (though he will playfully complain no matter what)

Mihawk

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleeps in calculated amounts to keep his mind sharp. He's pretty lenient on when you sleep, but he'll subtly hint to you when he's ready to head to sleep

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He goes to sleep on his side of the bed but always ends up cuddled up to you by the morning. He claims he doesn't know how it keeps happening

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Most times he wakes up way earlier than you do, so by the time you go to find him he's got breakfast ready and did most of the household chores

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the only times he doesn't look like he's constantly frowning is when he's asleep, it's a unique kind of peaceful others don't see from him, a sight reserved only for you

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lumiolivier · 4 days ago

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Treasure in Alabasta Pt. 2

Series: One Piece

Chapter: One Shot

Word Count: 15148

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Cross Guild x Reader (YN)

AN: I had no intentions of this being as angsty as it turned out to be, but I've been working on this since February. And I just finished it last night. Enjoy the fruits of my labor.

It took some string pulling…And a lot of groveling, but you knew he could do it. Crocodile got the two of you on the guest list to the gala at the palace in Alubarna. And you couldn’t wait. By the time you two got to Alubarna, you immediately started hitting the shops. With Crocodile’s wallet, of course. You deserved to spoil yourself through Crocodile. Besides, even though you had plenty packed (that was Mihawk’s fault), you didn’t have anything worthy of a gala at the royal palace. So, you made your way to the best dress shop Alubarna had to offer.

You weren’t sure what color to go with. You were certain that if you could find a color to jump off with, you’d be able to find something right then and there. But you were coming up blank. Although, your gut instinct said to go with something green. Or at the very least, accented in green. You wouldn’t have said no to a few emeralds somewhere on your being. The thought of Crocodile draping an emerald necklace around you sent chills down your spine. It was such an intimate thing for you. And you would eat it up like it was your last meal.

But you still needed something. You knew one thing was for sure. You couldn’t upstage the royal family. Even though you knew Crocodile would only have his eyes on you. That was the point of you two being together. Still, it would be tacky if you showed up looking better than the ones hosting the party in the first place. So, you started skimming your options. And nothing was quite tickling your fancy. At least not yet. But you weren’t going to give up hope so easily.

“Oh!” another hand brushed against yours, “I’m sorry. Were you going to pull this one?”

“No,” you shook your head, trying to peek through the rack, “Go ahead.”

“Thanks!” You might not have gotten a look at her, but she saw you instead. And she even handed a different dress off to you, “Here. Try this one.”

“You think so?” You took a long, black dress from her with some beautiful ruffling toward the bottom, “You don’t think it’d be too form fitting?”

“Is that not the point?” she smiled, “Besides, you definitely have the body to pull it off.”

“Thanks,” you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hold back a smile. You weren’t expecting your new friend to be so sweet, “I’m YN.”

“It’s nice to meet you, YN,” she chimed, “I’m Vivi.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Vivi,” you weren’t sure what it was about this girl, but she had an aura about her. Kindness dripped out of her pores. Sweetness shot out of her eyes. And you were willing to give her pick a shot.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Vivi wondered, “What’s the occasion?”

“Occasion for what?” you asked. Only for it to dawn on you in the next breath, “Oh! The dress.”

“Mmhm,” Vivi nodded, “Something special?”

“I’d say so,” you scoffed, “The gala at the palace tonight. My boyfriend and I managed to make the guest list.”

“Hey, me, too,” Vivi picked out something lighter than what she handed you. Something a little looser, “It’s good to know I’ll at least know one person there. Other than my father.”

“Likewise,” you agreed, “I love my boyfriend. Don’t get me wrong. But if we end up getting into it later that night, it’ll be nice to know I’ll have a shoulder to lean on.”

“Sounds like you and your boyfriend have some problems,” Vivi sighed out, “Or is that just a normal day for you two?”

“Are you from Alabasta, Vivi?” you asked.

“Mmhm. Born and raised.”

“So,” you bit your lip, “You probably know my boyfriend. He used to be a pretty prominent figure around here.”

“Really?” Vivi started to look a little nervous, “Why did he used to be a prominent figure?”

“Look,” you knew you were going to have to have this conversation eventually. You were involved with pirates. All three of the men you loved were pirates. And prominent and powerful pirates. And Buggy. But you knew you had to be prepared for this moment. If by chance you were to make a new friend, you were going to have to explain your boys eventually. Considering you were in Alabasta, you knew Crocodile wasn’t exactly beloved around those parts anymore, “You know who I’m talking about, don’t you?”

“I have a hunch,” Vivi admitted, “I thought it was strange that Crocodile was put on the list, but even stranger yet, he had a plus one. I’m guessing that plus one is you.”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, “So? Do you hate me now, too?”

“Why would I hate you?” Vivi wondered, “Did you do something awful? Especially to the people of Alabasta?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I just ended up shipwrecking on the beach of Kuraigana Island and…Well, I ended up meeting Crocodile and some of his associates. And we just kind of fell from there.”

“So, you’re a part of the Cross Guild?”

“Yes and no.” Vivi looked at you strangely, not entirely following you, “I’m seeing Crocodile, yes. I am his plus one tonight, but…On other nights, I’m also Mihawk’s plus one. And Buggy’s plus one. We’re all seeing each other. I’m in their shared custody. I couldn’t pick between them, so I picked all of them instead.”

“Oh,” Vivi let it go, “So, you’re…Sleeping with Crocodile.”

“Yes,” you weren’t ashamed of that. Although, you had a feeling Vivi wanted you to be a little ashamed of that. Still, you had nothing to be ashamed of. You had the protection of one of the most powerful men in the world right now. Granted, not at that very second. Crocodile had to get your lodgings for the evening situated. And you needed something to wear for that gala. But you had nothing to be ashamed of. You weren’t with Crocodile when he caused his chaos in Alabasta. You didn’t even know about any of the unrest in Alabasta then. You were still just delivering cargo, “He’s gotten better, Vivi. He’s not the man you knew.”

“Really?” Vivi wasn’t entirely believing you. You could feel it in her tone, “In what ways?”

“He’d kill me for saying this,” you chuckled to yourself, “But he’s gone soft. The love of a good woman made him soft. All three of them, actually. The second I ended up on Kuraigana Island, Crocodile wanted me kicked off. But I was too weak to do much of anything. But he helped get me back on my feet. And then, he put me on my back and life has been all uphill since. You don’t have to believe that Crocodile is a decent human being now, but don’t be so quick to write him off either.”

“YN, he withheld water from my people and was responsible for a civil war in this country. Then, he almost blew up Alubarna,” Vivi pointed out, “Excuse me for not immediately wanting to be his best friend.”

“That’s understandable,” you weren’t expecting miracles. But you knew better than anyone that people could change. You had two former warlords at your feet. And you knew more about Crocodile than the layperson. You knew that anyone was capable of change. And no one in your life had changed more than Crocodile.

“By the way,” Vivi started walking off with a long, soft pink dress in her hand, “The black dress really will do you favors. I need to be going. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bye.” You waved Vivi off, not sure if you still had a new friend. But you made a mental note to ask Crocodile about Vivi later.

You started heading out from the dress shop with that black dress in hand and took a little stroll through the streets of Alubarna. You had agreed to meet up with Crocodile later, but you didn’t know where you were supposed to meet him. Fortunately, the man stood out in a crowd, so you’d be able to spot him instantly.

However, you weren’t going to be able to see him over the man that had just blocked your path, “Hi there.”

“Hello,” you weren’t going to think much about him. You just thought people in Alubarna were friendly. Vivi was friendly with you…at first. You figured all of them would be like that.

“Where you headed, sweetheart?” Hearing him call you sweetheart made your stomach turn.

“To meet up with my husband,” you brushed him off. He didn’t need to know Crocodile wasn’t your husband. He didn’t even need to know if you were married. You just wanted him to go.

“Well, that’s nice,” he continued to impede your progress. And you wanted to punch him. You had better places to be and certainly didn’t want to deal with him anymore, “You like your husband?”

“I love my husband,” you tried your best to shake him, but to no avail, “Do you mind? I have somewhere to be.”

“Where are you going?” he asked, “I might know where it is.”

“None of your business,” you tried to push past, but he immediately grabbed your arm, “Do you mind?”

“No, I don’t,” he pulled you a little closer to him, “Here’s what’s going to happen, sweetheart…”

“What’s going to happen, sweetheart?” a familiar voice thundered over him. And you had never been so grateful for that voice.

“Do you mind, man?” the vile creature tried to play it off, “I’m trying to take my girlfriend out.”

“I don’t think that’s your girlfriend,” he looked over to you, “Do you know this guy?”

“Never met him a day in my life,” you stood firm.

“That’s just a little game we play,” the man tried to cradle your cheek in his palm, but you didn’t want him anywhere near you.

“I’m sure it is,” he put an arm around your waist. And you weren’t going to fight that one, “Next time you try to play that game, try it with someone else’s wife. And leave mine out of it.”

The man went pale. And he had every right to, “Your wife…?”

“My wife,” he kept walking with you, going as far as to kiss the top of your head, “You alright, princess?”

Only one man called you princess. But for him, you’d make an exception, “Yeah. I’ll be ok.”

“Good,” he gave you a little nod, “Now, wait right here. I have some business to take care of.”

“Don’t let me stop you.” Because you had a feeling you knew what that business was going to be.

“Thank you,” he shot you a wink and turned his attention back to the scumbag that wanted to put his hands where they didn’t belong, “Hey!”

“You know what?” the man came back. Because of course, he did, “You’re not her husband, are you? Do you mind? I had some business with the young lady.”

“No,” your temporary husband made sure that if you were any closer, you would occupy the same space, “I do mind. Do you have any idea who I am? Who I know? How well protected this woman is?”

“I’m sure…” The man was so adorably clueless. It brought a smile to your face.

“Let’s see…” he began his headcount, “The Revolutionary Army, who listen to every word I say like gospel. The Strawhat Pirates, who wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for me. Then, there’s the Cross Guild. And one of their highest just happens to be in town right now.”

“And what does the Cross Guild have to do with her?”

“Who do you think they answer to?” You were done playing from the sidelines, “Two former warlords and an easily excitable clown with just as much bark as he has bite at my beck and call. I am one of the most well protected human beings on the face of the planet. All I need to do is call out for my scary dog and you will limp out of here with rabies.”

“It’s not their bark I’m worried about…” he kept on getting a little too close and ended up with a fist in his face. And he fell flat on his back.

“I’ll ask again,” an arm draped around your shoulders, “You alright, princess?”

“I’m good now,” you curled into your savior, “Thanks, Dragon. What are you doing in Alubarna?”

“I’m not allowed to travel?” Dragon scoffed, taking you away from the small disaster. He pulled a communicator snail out from his pocket and pressed the button, “There’s a mess in the alley to the west of the dress shop. Go clean that up.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you.” Dragon let that communicator snail get comfortable back in his pocket.

And you could feel sweat rolling down your neck, “What did you just do?”

“You think Crocodile doesn’t have Baroque Works agents all over the place?” Dragon chuckled to himself, “They’re not called a couple and a few, YN. They’re the Millions and Billions for a reason.”

“So,” you started to put the pieces together, “Crocodile sent you to watch over me?”

“If I tell you yes,” Dragon crossed his fingers, “Does that mean you’ll be pissed?”

“No,” You shook your head, “Not at you. You were just doing a job. And I’m grateful you were there for me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, God…”

“So, pookie,” you wrapped yourself around Dragon’s arm, “Where to now?”

“YN…”

“A nice picnic maybe?” You weren’t going to let this one go. You wanted to have a little bit of fun, too.

“YN…” And you could see the mild aggravation on Dragon’s face.

“Ooh! Maybe a cute little café?” you suggested, eating this up like it was your last meal, “That sounds nice.”

“YN.” Unfortunately, Dragon decided to be a buzzkill.

“You never take me out anymore…” you pouted, “I’m starting to think you’re ashamed of me.”

“YN…” Dragon could fight it all he wanted. As irritating as it was, he wasn’t going to fight you.

“I knew it,” you really put on a show. Right there in the middle of the street, “There’s someone else, isn’t there?”

“You caught me,” Dragon caved, “There’s someone else.”

“Who is this hussy?” you clutched your chest, suddenly gaining an audience, “What’s her name?”

“It used to be Wani,” Dragon caught a glimpse of a familiar face sitting outside the café with a cloud of smoke billowing out of it, “But she changed too much…She’s not like you, sweetheart. She’ll never be you. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Well…” You let out a dramatic sigh, “I don’t know…”

“Take him back, honey!” An older lady yelled to you.

“No way!” another barked, “Once cheating scum, always cheating scum!”

“YN,” Dragon leaned into you, “What the hell are you doing?”

“I think…” You wrapped your arms around Dragon and hugged him tight, “I think I can forgive you…”

“Thank you,” Dragon kissed the top of your head, “But still, what the hell are you doing?”

“Thank you all for coming!” you took a bow, “We’ll be doing a five city tour in three months! Thank you!”

A sudden eruption of confused applause broke out. And Dragon, bless his soul, was still incredibly lost, “So, what was that?”

“A little unintended and impromptu street performance,” you shrugged him off, “You were an excellent scene partner, Dragon. Thank you.”

“What was that all for?” Dragon wondered.

“To distract the crowd from the potential ass beating the other guy’s getting right now,” you clarified, “See? There was a purpose for that.”

“You really need to stop hanging around the clown, YN,” a familiar voice rumbled through your chest, “It’s not good for you.”

“Croccy!” you hopped the barrier and made yourself comfortable in his lap, “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, Princess,” Crocodile held you tight, “Thank you, Dragon.”

“No problem,” Dragon gave him a nod, “She’s lucky I got to her when I did.”

“What happened?” Crocodile suddenly grew very concerned very quickly.

“There was a guy,” Dragon reported, “A very stupid guy who thought he could get his hands on YN. He didn’t.”

“And Dragon and I were married,” you smiled.

“Please,” Crocodile ran his fingers down your spine, “Like Dragon would ever get married. Sister, I tried barking up that tree. Not happening.”

“Really?” your ear pricked up, “You and Dragon were talking marriage?”

“What did you say back then, Dragon?” Crocodile chided, “That you weren’t meant to be tied down?”

“I’m still not meant to be tied down,” Dragon argued, “I have shit to do. An army to command.”

“Didn’t stop you from knocking me up,” Crocodile lit up a fresh cigar while the old one smoldered out, “I’d say that’s awfully tying.”

“Did I raise the kid?” Dragon pointed out, “Did you? No. And why was that? Because we both had shit going on. The kid needed to live on, but that’s what we had the old man for.”

“And look how that turned out,” Crocodile pouted, “A warlord and a revolutionary have a baby and hand it over to that revolutionary’s vice admiral of a father. God only knows what kind of disaster that was on Luffy.”

“He turned out ok,” Dragon shrugged, “I mean, he’s going to be king one day. You and I both know that.”

“Of course, I do,” Crocodile brushed him off, “But enough of that. Thank you, Dragon. I appreciate you bringing my Princess back to me unscathed.”

“About that,” you brought the attention on yourself, just to give Dragon his out, “Did you send Dragon to stalk me?”

“No,” Crocodile shook his head, “I sent Dragon to keep an eye on you and make sure nothing happened to you. Along with a couple of Baroque Works agents. But I can explain, YN. Like I said. I never wanted anything to happen to you. I am still generally not liked around here. I just wanted to make sure you were still safe.”

“Because I can’t protect myself?”

“It’s not that at all,” Crocodile clarified, “You shouldn’t have to protect yourself. We hire people for shit like that, Princess. It’s not to say that you can’t protect yourself. I know you can. I’ve seen the clown’s head go down the hall more than once. And it’s impressive every time. But not everyone is as easy for you to fight as Buggy. Forgive me for wanting to set my own mind at ease.”

You couldn’t be mad at him for that. You understood why he did what he did. You didn’t have to like it, but you understood. You pulled Crocodile’s cigar out of his mouth and got a sweet, smoky kiss out of him, “Ok.”

“Ok,” Crocodile smiled a bit, “Now, give me my cigar back, Princess. Or we’re going to have a problem.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you put Crocodile’s cigar back anyway. It’s not like you were going to keep it. It tasted much better secondhand than directly from the end anyway.

“Oh, I’d take you back to our room for the night,” Crocodile threatened, “Don’t think I wouldn’t take you over my knee.”

“I bet you’re fun at parties,” you teased him.

“You’ll see tonight,” Crocodile held you a little tighter, “Speaking of, do I get to see what’s in the bag or do I just have to imagine it?”

“You’ll see it tonight,” you assured him, “But I didn’t pick it out. I might have made a friend in the dress shop.”

“Good for you, YN,” Crocodile gave you a little nudge, “It’s nice to know you’re socializing.”

“She was a sweet girl, too,” you remembered, “But she also knew who you were, too. And she knows we’ll be at the palace tonight together.”

“Great,” Crocodile grumbled, “Someone else who hates me.”

“Don’t be like that,” you settled him, “I’m sure you two can manage for my sake. I mean, I got the vibe from Vivi that she doesn’t hold a gru-”

“Hold on, YN,” Crocodile stopped you, his eyes doubling in size, “Did you just say you made friends with Vivi?”

“I think that’s what she said her name was,” you thought back, “But anyway…”

“You…” Crocodile let out a little gasp, “You have no clue who you just met, do you?”

“She was the one who picked my dress out, too,” you brushed him off, “I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“YN,” Crocodile chuckled to himself, “That wasn’t just your new friend Vivi. That was Princess Vivi, sweetheart.”

“What?” your heart stopped. You were in the delivery business a long time before you ended up washing up on Kuraigana Island. You were no stranger to royalty on the Grand Line. But never in a million years would you have thought the woman you met in the dress shop was a princess. She seemed so…normal. Like she would fit in with the common people and blend in so well. Nothing about her screamed royalty to you.

“Oh, yeah,” Crocodile nodded, “I bet that was Princess Vivi. We’ll be seeing her tonight. I can promise you that. Well…I say Princess Vivi. She was Miss Wednesday when I knew her.”

“Miss Wednesday?” you wondered, “Why was she Miss Wednesday?”

“Because, YN,” Crocodile explained, “She used to work for me. Until I found out she was undercover. She knew I was up to something, so she infiltrated Baroque Works to get her information. Hate to say it, but she got pretty far. I’ll give her credit for that. But that didn’t mean I had to like it. Still, I’m in shock she was so ok with adding us to the guest list.”

“Kind of figured,” you remembered back to the dress shop, “She wasn’t overly thrilled to find out who I was the plus one of. We were totally cool with each other until then, though.”

“You know,” Crocodile purred in your ear, “I’d love to see what you picked out, Princess. Would it be something Mihawk would approve of?”

“Only on his week, baby,” you melted into Crocodile’s arms, “Only on his week. And only if he was the only one to see it. But this isn’t about Mihawk. This is about you.”

“Just out of curiosity,” Crocodile wondered, “Just because you’re spending this trip with me, that doesn’t mean I have to give up my week, does it?”

“You’re getting a couple weeks,” you pointed out, “But no. I will still be with you for your week. But we’ll probably start counting it as Buggy’s week once we get back.”

“Boo,” Crocodile whined, “Why does it have to be the fucking clown’s week?”

“Because his week comes after your week,” you kissed his cheek, “That’s the way it’s always been. It goes Mihawk’s week, your week, Buggy’s week, and then, my week off to recoup and bleed out. Simple as that.”

“I know,” Crocodile pouted, “Come on. Let’s go back to the inn. I want to see that pretty dress of yours on that beautiful body.”

“You will, you will,” you blushed a bit. Crocodile had that effect on you. He knew what button to push to see a little flash of color in those cheeks.

“By the way,” Crocodile nudged you off his lap, “You’re good enough to put yourself together, right? You don’t need me making calls for a salon or anything, do you?”

“I got it,” you assured him. Because if you could take care of Buggy, you could certainly take care of yourself. Did you really want to? Not really, but you weren’t going to shrivel up and die if you had to.

“And…” Crocodile bit the inside of his cheek, “YN…Remember the last party we threw at the castle?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “What about it?”

“Could you…” Crocodile got a little fidgety. You knew right then and there what he was trying to say, but he couldn’t get the words out.

“Crocodile,” you held his face in your hands so delicately, “Are you saying you want me to do your braids again?”

“Please?”

“Of course,” you snuck in one little kiss and grabbed your bag, “Come on. Let’s get to the inn. Rumor has it, someone wants to see me in this pretty dress I picked out.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Crocodile grabbed your wrist, his grip nice and tight just the way you liked it, “I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather see it puddled around your ankles later tonight. But we can wait for that, can’t we?”

You weren’t sure how long you’d be able to wait for it, but you could hold out. Just a little. Maybe if you were lucky, Crocodile might feel a bit adventurous later in your evening at the palace. Maybe he’d want to find a guest room. Or a coat closet. Or an abandoned section of the library where you two could discuss your favorite pieces of literature.

But it was getting to be crunch time. You two needed to get moving or you were going to be late. Crocodile already had a little bit of a reputation around Alubarna. The least you two could do is show up on time. When you got back to your room, you noticed someone had been in there. Your bathroom was fully stocked with any type of beauty product you could possibly need. You knew Crocodile had something to do with it. Even though you had a small makeup bag already packed. Still, it’d be rude if they had already gone through all the trouble and you didn’t use it.

And once you were all together, you looked absolutely stunning. You came by Crocodile calling you princess honestly. But then, you got a better look at your prince in the mirror. If there was one thing about Crocodile that you never had to doubt, it was this. That man looked damn good in a nicely fitting suit. And much like how he wanted your dress on the floor, you were no better. It was like getting a present. Such a shame to tear through that pretty wrapping paper.

“YN,” Crocodile poked his head in the bathroom, getting a better look at you. And yet, much like every other party you’ve been to with him, he was rendered speechless.

“Yes, Crocodile,” you ran your fingers up his chest, “Is there something you’d care to tell me?”

“I…” Crocodile was dumbfounded. It wasn’t often he got like this, but when he did, you ate that up. Especially since you were the reason for it anyway.

“Sit down, baby,” you pulled out the stool from under the vanity, “Make yourself comfortable.”

“Ok,” Crocodile did as you asked without a single fuss. He knew why he was there. You knew why he was there. And the clear elastics on the counter knew why he was there, too. You weren’t expecting them to be there, but that’s when it hit you. Chances are, this was premeditated. Crocodile knew you’d say yes whether he had any gel or not. You saw some on the counter. A full bottle. And yet, there you were, running little braids down the side of Crocodile’s head.

It was an oddly therapeutic process. You weren’t complaining. You were more than happy to do it for him. He asked nicely. Who were you to say no to that face? But you could tell. Something was making him uneasy. He needed to mellow out for a bit. You weren’t going to make him talk. You knew better than that. Crocodile and his emotions didn’t necessarily get along sometimes. And you didn’t want to put him through that before a public appearance. So, you did the next best thing. You tied off your first braid and left a kiss on his cheek, “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” Crocodile wondered, watching you walk off.

A cigar box sat on the dresser. Because you knew something didn’t feel right. Something was missing. And you knew Crocodile was anxious. He didn’t want to go to this gala. He didn’t want to have to mingle amongst the Alabasta royalty. Not after everything he did. But you sat in his lap with a freshly cut cigar in your hand and put it in his mouth.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Princess,” Crocodile held you steady, “But it’s kind of pointless without…”

You were already ahead of him. You pulled a lighter from your pocket and lit the end for him, “You were saying…?”

“Fuck, I love you,” Crocodile pulled that cigar out of his mouth and gave you a well deserved kiss, “How is it you know just how to make me feel better?”

“You’re indulging me with this party tonight, Crocodile,” you pointed out, “The least I can do is make it manageable for you.”

“It’s been too long since I’ve been to a good party anyway,” Crocodile shrugged you off. Even though you knew that was a lie, “I’m overdue.”

“If you wanted to go to a good party,” you argued, going back to your braiding, “You and I would already be on our way back to Kuraigana Island and you’d be up Mihawk’s ass about it. Now, are you going to try that one again?”

“I said a good party,” Crocodile retaliated, “You’ve never been to one of Cobra’s parties. They’re fantastic. They put Mihawk’s to shame. At least half of the Alabasta military gets trashed and nine times out of ten, they end up in one of my casinos and I end up making a shit ton of money. Everyone wins. Except them, but that’s here nor there.”

“You really are something else…”

“I’m just the worst,” Crocodile cracked a smile behind his cigar. And you knew in that moment that everything was going to be ok.

Purupurupuru…

“Don’t everyone get up at once,” you stole a little kiss off Crocodile’s cheek and grabbed the transponder snail. You could only assume the call was coming from inside the house. Or in your case, the castle, “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hey, doll…” You weren’t expecting to hear Buggy on the other end, but you weren’t mad about it.

“Buggy!” you couldn’t help but smile, “Hey, baby. It’s good to hear your voice again.”

“Well, I’m happy to hear that, YN,” Buggy chirped, “Because I want you to come home. Like…Now would be a great time.”

“I can’t do that right now,” you got a better look at yourself in the mirror. Sure, the dress was working for you, but you still had to finish Crocodile and then, you’d get to work on yourself. And that gala was coming sooner rather than later, “I have places to be tonight.”

“And where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

“Seriously, Clown?” Crocodile’s voice thundered from the bathroom, “You really think you get to call the shots with her tonight?”

“Well,” Buggy started to backtrack, “No. I understand that it’s your time with her right now, but that’s because you decided to bring her with you to Alabasta! That’s not fair!”

“It’s entirely fair,” Crocodile assured him, “If you wanted to take her somewhere, you’re welcome to it, too. So long as the proper paperwork has been filed.”

“Wait,” Buggy thought back, “Since when did you two get pen and ink involved in your Alabasta trip?”

“New rule implemented recently,” Crocodile took the transponder snail out of your hand, “And it needs to be agreed on by all members of the house. Including YN’s biggest mother hen.”

The other end went quiet for a moment or two, “Mihawk?”

“Worse than Mihawk,” Crocodile nudged him along.

“Shit…” Buggy grumbled, “Perona.”

“You get Perona to sign off on it, she’s yours,” Crocodile insisted, “But she needs to approve.”

“Give,” you stuck your hand out, waiting for the transponder snail to come back.

“Come on, YN,” Crocodile awed, trying to talk his way out of upsetting you, “You know you’re more than just a commodity to me.”

“Uh-huh,” you weren’t falling for it. That pretty face only got him so far, “Give.”

“Fine,” Crocodile had a bad habit of screwing with Buggy. Mihawk, too. Only Mihawk was a bit sneakier about it. Crocodile surrendered the transponder snail.

“Thank you,” you sent him back to the bathroom, “Buggy? Still there?”

“Of course,” Buggy swore, “Like I’d ever hang up on you. Crocodile, yes. You? Never.”

“One of these days,” you held your face in your hands, “One of these days, I’m going to make it so you boys finally get along and aren’t regularly waging psychological warfare against each other.”

“In all fairness, YN,” Buggy pointed out, “It’s mostly just Mihawk and Crocodile ganging up on me.”

“And eventually, you’ll all play nice,” you rolled your eyes, “Please tell me that Mihawk’s behaving himself while I’m gone.”

“He has for the most part,” Buggy confirmed, “But that’s because of Rayleigh. If it were just us and Perona home, I’d be fucked.”

“So, I’ll ask the important questions…How are you, Buggy?”

“Eh, can’t complain,” Buggy reported, “What about you? Where are you and your asshole for the evening running off to?”

“Buggy…”

“Fine, fine,” Buggy stopped himself, “Where are you and Crocodile going tonight?”

“The palace in Alubarna,” you told him, “I’m anticipating a mess, but hoping for the best.”

“Such a way with words, YN,” Buggy swooned, “Wait a goddamn minute, you’re going to the royal palace of the royal family of Alabasta…With Crocodile?”

“I know,” you sighed out, throwing yourself onto your bed, “It’s a wacky world we live in. But somehow, Crocodile managed to pull all the strings he needed to get us on the guest list. The fact that I kind of made friends with the princess earlier today had nothing to do with it.”

“Look at you, coming up in the world,” Buggy jabbed, “We’re so proud. I wish I could see you, doll. Bet you’re a stunner.”

“Keep an eye on the papers.” You peeked over at Crocodile in the bathroom, watching him twiddle his thumbs and his cigar come to an end. You knew you’d have to remedy that quickly, “There’s no way Crocodile shows up at the Alabasta royal palace and it goes undocumented.”

“If he has his way, it will be,” Crocodile called out, “You know what? At this point, I’m just impressed the castle’s still standing.”

“Fuck you, too, Crocodile!”

“No…” Even when they’re miles and miles apart, you still had to keep your boys from killing each other, “That’s what we have Rayleigh for. Speaking of, Buggy, not that I don’t trust you with the house, but can you put Rayleigh on for me?”

“About that,” Buggy started to remember his whole reason for his call, “Not that it hasn’t been just wonderful having old man Rayleigh around, but if you and Croccy need to go on another romantic getaway to Alabasta again, you don’t need to call him back.”

“Is everything ok…?” The other end went quiet. And you knew right then and there, things may not have been good. They never were when Buggy finally shut up, “Buggy…? You need to talk, baby?”

“It’s just been…” Buggy sighed out, “I miss you, doll. It’s been rough. You have to think, YN. It’s the first time we’ve been away from you since you got here. First time you’re out to sea and it’s with Crocodile…”

“I’m sure you and Mihawk could’ve joined us.”

“Yes, YN,” Crocodile rolled his eyes, “Bring the two biggest attention whores in the Grand Line somewhere we need to keep a low profile.”

“Would you like to talk to Buggy, Crocodile?” You handed off the transponder snail, “Because the way you keep putting your two berries in, I’d think you did.”

“I…” Clearly, you caught Crocodile a bit off guard. Not something done often. Not something done easily. But when it happened, you always took a little bit of satisfaction in it.

“You know what?” You walked back into the bathroom and brought the transponder snail with you, letting it get comfortable on the counter, “Go ahead, sweetheart. You’re more than welcome to.”

“I feel like I caught you two in the middle of something,” Buggy started to back off, “I can call back later.”

“It’s fine, Buggy,” you assured him, “You want to know what you caught us in the middle of?”

“That’s between you two…”

“I’m wrist deep in doing Crocodile’s hair, you weirdo,” you giggled a bit, the sudden tension dissipating.

“I thought that was something he did himself.”

“Until I came into the picture,” you left a little kiss on the side of Crocodile’s head, “And someone ran out of gel. And someone else was a goddamn genius. You’re welcome.”

“Thank you, Princess,” Crocodile took your hand, “I knew we didn’t boot you for a reason.”

“Glad you didn’t.”

“I never wanted to kick you out, YN,” Buggy told you, “I had to fight Crocodile for you.”

“Bullshit, you didn’t!” Crocodile immediately jumped on the defensive, “You wanted her to leave the second she washed up!”

“Yeah, Buggy,” you winced, “Hate to break it to you, babe, but I know you wanted to boot me.”

“Your memories are a little hazy,” Buggy went on, “You were pretty out of it in those early days.”

“No,” you put your foot down, knowing much better than that, “Don’t try and use my fuzzy mental state as a weapon, Buggy. That’s a dick move. I remember it clearly. You wanted me gone. Because…And I want to see if I’m getting this right…That if you take someone new on like me, you end up with less for the rest of you. Crocodile? Is that right?”

“That seems familiar,” Crocodile naturally took your side, “Yeah. I think Buggy wanted to kick you out. Mihawk wanted to keep you. I wanted you nursed back to health and then, dropped at the next port. Yeah. That’s right.”

“Thanks, Crocodile,” Buggy groaned, “I appreciate the solid.”

“I don’t like you, Buggy,” Crocodile reminded him, “You’re a raging pain in my ass. Why would I take your side against YN?”

“Valid point.”

“So,” you brought the conversation back, “About you and Rayleigh. Things are good? Yeah?”

“Things are…iffy,” Buggy explained, “I’m done being treated like a kid in my own house. So, you can come home any time, YN.”

“Probably within the next few days,” Crocodile thought, “We’ll be on our way home then. I think you can manage until then, yeah?”

“I guess…” Buggy let it go, “Wait, does that mean if you and YN are on your way home in the next couple days, I can boot Rayleigh out then?”

“No,” you stepped in, “That means we’ll be back home soon. Then, I can boot Rayleigh out. Alright? Can we live until then?”

“I guess so…”

“Thank you,” you smiled a bit, “I love you, Buggy. I’ll let you off the hook about me talking to Rayleigh, but I’ll call in the morning, ok?”

“Ok,” Buggy chirped, “Love you, too, doll. Miss you, Croccy.”

“I miss you, too, Buggy,” Crocodile ended the call, “And that’s when I get better aim.”

“Crocodile,” you settled him, “You and Buggy really need to get along better. I mean, I can trust you and Mihawk alone in a room together. But the second I turn my back, you two are the cattiest bitches toward Buggy.”

“That’s because Buggy was just supposed to be our scapegoat,” Crocodile groaned, “And then, he became an integral part of the organization. He’s exasperating.”

“Don’t I know it,” you tied off the last braid, “But I manage. You should, too.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Crocodile shoved a finger in your face.

“Likewise, baby,” you kissed his cheek, “I’m done with you. You want me gel them down, too? Just to make sure they stay?”

“You don’t have to,” Crocodile shot you down, “But thank you, Princess. I greatly appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” you sat in Crocodile’s lap, “Does this mean you’re going to take care of me now?”

“If I had half an idea of how to do anything you needed, YN,” Crocodile wrapped his arms around you, “I would be more than happy to. But you got me, not Mihawk. And sure as hell not the damn clown.”

“Crocodile…”

“Buggy,” Crocodile corrected himself, “But you got that covered, don’t you?”

“Of course,” you got up from his lap, “I mean, you did get me everything I need, right?”

“Of course,” Crocodile nodded, “Maybe I could sit and watch. That way, I have some semblance of an idea the next time one of these things come up.”

“I got it, Crocodile,” you promised, kissing his forehead, “Go ahead. I got me handled.”

“Alright,” Crocodile left you in the bathroom and got another cigar. He cracked open a window, letting the smoke get out of the room.

However, the thought of putting any effort into yourself after putting it all into Crocodile felt like pulling teeth. At this point, you wanted to put an end to the party altogether. But you knew you couldn’t do that. It wasn’t your party. And Crocodile had put too much effort into getting you both onto that guest list. You didn’t ask him what he had to do. You didn’t want to know. That was Crocodile’s business. If he wanted to share that with you some day when he was comfortable with it, then that was his prerogative.

But you also put all that effort into making him look decent. You knew what he had done. You knew he had somewhat atoned for it. And you wanted to be on the arm of your man for the night. Was that too much to ask? Besides, it was not difficult to keep your eyes on him for the evening. And you were going to glut yourself on food and wine and in a perfect world, indulge in the most incredible sex you can get in Alabasta. It was that kind of a night.

With that sentiment in your heart, you could plow through that exhaustion and pull yourself together. Besides, you might have put a dent in Crocodile’s bank account earlier that afternoon on that pretty dress you got for the occasion. You were going to wear it tonight. And if certain cards got played right, it was going to end up balled up in the corner of your hotel room later.

After a little fleck of makeup and a few stray bobby pins, you weren’t half bad. You got one last look at yourself in the mirror and decided you were good enough. You knew that no matter what, when you walked out of that bathroom, you knew Crocodile would still drool over you and give you a nice little swat to the butt on the way out. It’s just how you two worked. And you were not complaining. Still, you were cute in the right light. And you were alright with it.

“Well?” That didn’t mean you didn’t want to still hear it straight out of Crocodile’s mouth. The validation was always nice, too, “Am I good enough to be at the palace?”

“Of course, you are, Princess,” Crocodile got an eyeful of you. And there was something in those eyes. Something dark and primal. And you were here for it. Oh, yeah. That dress was going to end up in the corner of the hotel room tonight, “I couldn’t have picked anything better myself. Even when I was wearing shit like this, I still couldn’t have picked better.”

“You were wearing shit like this?” you let out a little gasp.

“Back when Dragon and I were still together,” Crocodile nodded, giving you a little spin.

“Lucky Dragon,” you poked at him a bit, “You think Dragon’s going to be there tonight, too?”

“Probably not,” Crocodile shook his head, “Dragon didn’t do parties. He’d just get anxious and uncomfortable and getting him to sit still was next to impossible. I had to be the one to handle it if we ever got invited to fancy parties like this. I don’t know if you picked this up, YN, but he’s kind of a baby.”

“Really?” you giggled, “Dragon?”

“Dragon,” Crocodile held his face in his hands, “My god, YN…Can we be done yet? My suit’s too tight. The food looks weird. How do people eat this? Why did you cut me off? Why can’t I keep drinking? Wani, can we leave? Wani, can we leave? Wani, can we leave? It was fucking insufferable. It’s a miracle I never killed him then.”

“It’s because he’s cute,” you pointed out, “And you can’t convince me otherwise.”

“In those days?” Crocodile scoffed, “Oh, yeah. He got better with age, too. Lucky son of a bitch…”

“Hey,” you got in a little closer, wrapping your arms around his waist. Granted, there was no way your fingers were going to touch, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way, “Do you hear me complaining?”

“No…” a little smile graced crocodile’s face.

“Damn right, no,” you kissed his cheek, “Now, I put in effort on both of us. We’re both going to the palace. You ready yet?”

“I’ve been ready, Princess,” Crocodile took your hand, “You realize this might get messy.”

“And?” you rolled your eyes, “Since when is anything we do not attached to a little bit of a mess?”

“Valid point.”

And so, your night began. It was time you got to go play at the palace. You thought back to when you and Crocodile made landfall in Alabasta. If any Marines asked, you never met the man. If any authority asked, you didn’t know who Crocodile was. And yet, the Princess of Alabasta knew who you were. She knew you had connections to Crocodile. And deep ones. Still, you knew that denial was your friend if any Marines showed up.

When the two of you made it to the palace, everything was beautifully lit up. The music coming from inside was already bright and lively. It was exactly the way a good party should be. And you were excited to go inside. Until you actually went inside. And all eyes were on you. But they weren’t looking at you. Not really. They were looking at him. It was hard not to notice when a powerful man like Crocodile walked into a room.

Everything went quiet. The band stopped playing. The conversation came to a grinding halt. And yet, a man came walking toward you two. He stared into Crocodile’s eyes. And you weren’t entirely sure if he was going to fist fight him or kiss him. Either way, you knew Crocodile would be able to hold his own. That didn’t make you feel any better, though.

“YN!” your friend from the dress shop came down to you, looking absolutely beautiful. Her long, blue hair cascaded down her back in soft curls. Her dress a stark white and the thin gold chains draped around her neck complemented her perfectly. And without hesitation, she threw her arms around your shoulders, “I was hoping I’d see you tonight.”

“Hi, Vivi,” you weren’t sure what angle she was working, but you could roll with it, “It’s great to see you. You look fantastic.”

“Thank you,” Vivi smiled, “But look at you! I knew that dress would be a good one on you. It suits you.”

“Thanks,” you did a quick spin, just to show off a little more.

Vivi looked up at the man at your side, smiling politely despite the rage in her eyes, “Crocodile.”

“It’s good to see you again, Miss Wednesday,” Crocodile shot her a little smirk, then turned his attention back to the man, “What about you, Cobra? Cat got your tongue?”

“Crocodile,” you gave him a little jab to the side.

“Ow,” he whined, “What the hell, YN?”

“Play nice,” you insisted.

“You know what?” Crocodile backed off, “You’re right. Thank you for letting us come tonight, Cobra. I hope this can be a step in a new direction for us.”

“It’s actually not the worst to see you again, Crocodile,” the man gave him a courteous nod, “Before you were trying to destroy my country, I liked to think of you as a friend.”

“Maybe we could resume there,” Crocodile hoped, “Put the past behind us.”

“I like to think so,” the man looked over at you, “Maybe you can start by introducing me to this one here. I heard Vivi call you YN, right?”

“That’s right,” you looked the man over, not entirely trusting him. But given that Vivi didn’t seem bothered by him, you could only assume he was her father. There was slight familial resemblance.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss YN,” the man smiled your way, “I am Nefertari Cobra, King of Alabasta. Please enjoy yourself this evening.”

You had never been around royalty in your life. The closest you got to royalty were Warlords. And you only knew two of them. And happened to be in good with an emperor. But that was here nor there. Still, you had to conduct yourself with a scrap of dignity here.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too, Your Majesty,” you gave him a courtesy, “And again, it’s great to see you, too, Vivi.”

“We really should be going,” Cobra cleared his throat before turning his attention to the room, “Everything is under control, everyone. Please enjoy yourselves.”

And so, the party resumed. However, that didn’t mean a few weren’t still a bit uncomfortable around Crocodile. And you understood that. It’s as Cobra said. Crocodile did try to take over Alabasta. You didn’t know what means he used to do so, but you had a feeling it’d be better not to ask.

“Hey, Princess,” Crocodile sat you down at a table, “I’ll be back in a bit. I’m going to go take a quick peek around the party and see if any stray Baroque Works agents are walking around.”

“Ok,” you weren’t surprised, but you were a little jilted. You had visions of a nice evening with Crocodile amongst the nobility of Alabasta. But he still had business to conduct. You weren’t going to fault him. Besides, you already caught sight of the bar and a drink wouldn’t hurt.

You sat down at the bar and waited for the bartender to notice you were there. Because you had a feeling you were going to need a drink. And a big one. Once you had a drink in hand, you scoped around the ballroom. It was, after all, your first time at a royal party.

“Excuse me, sweetheart,” a familiar voice spoke softly behind you, “But you look awfully lonely. You wouldn’t mind if a strange vagabond like myself troubled you for a dance, would you?”

“I wouldn’t call you a vagabond,” you gladly accepted his hand, “But I’m starting to think you’re stalking me. What are you doing here, Dragon? Or are you playing my bodyguard again?”

“I don’t think Crocodile even knows I’m here,” Dragon chuckled to himself, “I actually got an invitation from Cobra himself. Why do you think I’m in Alabasta in the first place? Or why I’ve been kind of following you and Crocodile since you got here?”

“I didn’t realize a revolutionary would be in good with a king,” you pointed out, moving with Dragon in time with the music, “I thought types like you were more likely to behead types like him.”

“Only the bad royals get the guillotine,” Dragon clarified, “Cobra’s one of the good ones. He’s more for the people than anyone I’ve ever met in my life. Trust me, YN. I’ve seen it from both sides. I’ve seen it from local monarchs like Cobra. I’ve seen it from guys like Crocodile. Hell, I’ve even seen it from the inside of the Marines.”

“Really?” you looked at him strangely, “You don’t strike me as the type to go running into the Marines. Unless they have plans of taking you as prisoner, Mr. World’s Most Wanted.”

“No,” Dragon shuddered, “Before I ended up leading the Revolutionary Army, I was slated to join up with the Marines.”

“Oh, eww,” you gagged, your own grudges against the Marines burning in your mind, “Something tells me that wasn’t of your own free will.”

“Nope,” Dragon shook his head, “That was my dad’s doing. Isn’t he a sweetheart.”

“Your dad’s a Marine?”

Dragon chuckled nervously, “Oh, sweetheart, how I wish my dad was just a Marine. You’ve never heard of Vice Admiral Garp, have you?”

“I’ve heard vague stories,” you thought back to all your travels, “But I didn’t make it a habit to associate myself with Marines.”

“He wasn’t called the Hero of the People for no reason,” Dragon pointed out, “But not only is my dad a Marine, but he’s a high ass ranking Marine. And that was almost me. But I basically told him to fuck off when I realized how corrupt the whole system was. Especially within the World Government. And here we are. Most wanted man alive.”

“And I happen to be dancing with him,” you let Dragon spin you around, “Lucky me.”

“I mean,” Dragon shrugged, “You’re also sleeping with my ex and the other father of my son, but I digress. I give that disaster my blessing.”

“What do you mean, disaster?” you scoffed, “There’s nothing wrong with Crocodile and me.”

“If you can put up with him,” Dragon insisted, “He’s all yours. Trust me. He can be a pain in the ass, too.”

“I know,” you smiled, “And yet, I stick around.”

“How do you do it, YN?” Dragon wondered as a giant shadow came over him, “How do you put up with Crocodile of all people?”

“Pretty easily,” you looked over Dragon’s shoulder, knowing you weren’t in any imminent danger.

“Because of my pretty face and the fact that I’m hung like a goddamn horse,” Crocodile’s voice thundered behind him, “Care to explain what you’re doing with my woman, Dragon?”

“Someone had to keep an eye on her,” Dragon argued, fully letting you go, “And she looked awfully lonely at the bar all by herself. How could anyone leave someone like her alone?”

“Crocodile,” you stepped in before it could get messy, “It’s alright. Nothing happened. Just a dance. I also wouldn’t have said you were hung like a horse.”

“Do I need to prove that to you?” Crocodile took your face into his gigantic hands. That were certainly proportional to other things.

“No,” you shook your head, “But I’d be lying if I said I could walk right after a week with you. And…Well, there have been times where I thought you invited a sea beast, but that’s here nor there.”

“Seriously?” Dragon looked over at you with the widest of eyes, “And you live to tell the tale? I mean, I haven’t seen anything since he went to Iva, but seriously?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, “It’s like an economy sized soup can.”

“How can you still walk?”

“Very wobbly most of the time,” you giggled, “It takes a day or two for me to recover.”

“And you get so spoiled those days,” Crocodile put a hand to your cheek, “Don’t you, YN? Truly living up to me calling you Princess.”

“Yes, I do,” you moved into Crocodile’s chest and got comfortable, “And there’s a good chance my next recovery is when we’re on our way back to Kuraigana Island.”

“Excuse me?” Crocodile perked up, “You do realize we’re leaving tomorrow, right?”

“Then, I suggest someone plays his cards right tonight.”

“Goddamn,” Crocodile held you close, “I love this girl.”

“I can see why,” Dragon looked you over, “It’s a shame you’re leaving tomorrow.”

“But,” you knew this was a long shot. But you couldn’t help yourself, “I think I know a way we could all have a little fun…It’d mean me making a phone call to the castle to make sure it’s cool there, but I’m sure no one here would say no.”

“Hold on,” Crocodile pulled you aside, away from any other listening ears, “Are you sure you’d want to do something like that, YN?”

“If it’s alright with Mihawk and Buggy,” you stipulated, “And if it’s alright with both of you, then I don’t see why not.”

“YN,” Crocodile held your face in his hands, “You don’t have to do this for me.”

“Who said I was doing this specifically for you?” you scoffed, “Maybe I wanted this.”

“No…” Crocodile cradled you against his chest, “You don’t. I know you’re doing this for me. Listen, YN, whatever was between Dragon and me is gone. I don’t even think I’d do him if I was bored. I appreciate the efforts you’re willing to go through, but you don’t have to do that for me.”

You stared blankly up at one of the men you loved dearly. Yes, you had to remind yourself that you still loved him. No matter how dense he could be, “Are you fucking serious?”

And if that didn’t catch Crocodile off guard, “Excuse me?”

“Crocodile, I love you,” you assured him. And a little bit yourself, “I love that we have the open relationship we have. I was willing to ask Mihawk and Buggy first. You think I was doing that for you? Because you didn’t think that maybe, just maybe, I saw a hot piece of ass like Dragon and thought to myself that hitting that wouldn’t be a hell of a ride? You think I wouldn’t want to be sandwiched between the two of you? You think I want to be able to walk when we get back to Kuraigana?”

“Well…” Crocodile started to realize he may have made a slight mistake, “You know how protective I can be of you, Princess.”

“And when I’m asking for something like this directly,” you went on, “All of a sudden, I’m the bad guy for having two perfectly working eyes and an imagination? You don’t have to have feelings for someone to have sex with them, Crocodile. And I would’ve thought you’d be alright with me exploring my appetites. Apparently not.”

“YN…” Crocodile tried to reach for you, but you just swatted him off and walked away. You were in no mood anymore. You just wanted another drink.

You weren’t interested in Dragon. Not for anything long term. The thought of a night with Dragon and Crocodile was incredibly titillating. If push came to shove and you really had to sleep with Crocodile and Crocodile alone, the mental image of Dragon being at the very least in the room might have been what pushed you over the edge. But you hated that you were mad at Crocodile. And you hated it even more knowing that Dragon was in the middle of it, too.

Because that meant you being completely on your own. You sat at the bar, sipping your cocktail, with your heart on the floor. Just one night. It wasn’t like you were asking him to make it a regular thing. You were just asking for one night with Crocodile and Dragon. That is, if it was alright with Mihawk and Buggy first, of course. But instead, you were just upset. You needed another drink. You flagged the bartender down for another round.

“YN?” a soft, sweet voice floated through the air. And it was nice to finally realize you weren’t totally on your own, “What are you doing here by yourself? I thought you and Crocodile would’ve been on the floor. Or at least together.”

“Hi, Vivi,” you ran your finger around the rim of your glass. That still remained empty. Because the bartender wanted to take his sweet, precious time.

“What’s the matter?” Vivi stepped in and got the bartender’s attention. And you got another drink almost instantly. It paid to have a friend in the royal family, “You seem down.”

“I am down,” you admitted, “Can I tell you something kind of personal?”

“Of course,” Vivi insisted, grabbing a bottle of wine from behind the bar while the bartender wasn’t looking, “Come on. Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

“Where are we going?” you wondered, following Vivi closely.

“Up to my room,” Vivi kept an eye out for anyone who may have tried to stop her, “Besides, this party’s been nothing but exhausting. I could stand a good drink that isn’t watered down.”

“Ok.” Who were you to fight her? You followed Vivi up a large spiral staircase behind the ballroom. There was definitely a vibe that said you weren’t supposed to be here, but if all else failed and you ended up caught, you were with Vivi. Vivi lived here. This was her palace. This was her party. It was totally fine. And yet, the vibe still lingered.

Vivi brought you into a big, open bedroom, drenched in luxury fabrics, not unlike your own back at the castle. It’s not like it was something you weren’t used to. It was the closest you felt to being home since you left Kuraigana Island. And Vivi’s bed was plenty big for the both of you.

“Come on, YN,” Vivi patted the bed, “Make yourself comfortable.”

“Thank you,” you took a seat on the very edge of the bed while Vivi pulled the cork off the wine bottle.

“On the bed,” Vivi rolled her eyes, “It’s alright. I don’t bite. And I invited you here in the first place. It’s fine. Come here. You said you needed to talk.”

“I do,” you moved in a little closer.

“Here,” Vivi handed off the bottle, “I’ll let you get the first pull.”

“Thank you,” you had no intentions of slamming the bottle, but you definitely got a good drink from it, “So, ever since Crocodile and I have been in Alabasta, one of his exes has been kind of following me around.”

“Eww,” Vivi took her due drink from the bottle, “Gross. You want me to do something about it?”

“No, no,” you assured her, “It’s fine. It’s just Dragon.”

“Wait,” Vivi let out a little gasp, “That’s not…Monkey D. Dragon…Is it?”

“The very same,” you confirmed, “I know. I know. I know who he is. He’s the most wanted man in the world. He also dated Crocodile for a while from what I understand.”

“I didn’t realize Dragon was interested in men,” Vivi shrugged, “But to each their own. I’m interested in both, so I don’t really have a problem with it. And my girlfriend is a pirate, too, so I can’t judge you either. Anyway…”

“So, come to find out,” you took the wine bottle back. You also didn’t have the heart to tell Vivi that Crocodile wasn’t exactly a man when Dragon knew him, “Crocodile sent Dragon to keep an eye on me when I went out today. Which, I didn’t have a problem with. Dragon’s really grown on me since we’ve been here.”

“So…” Vivi wondered, “What’s the problem?”

“Since Dragon’s grown on me,” you hid a little smirk, “I thought I’d maybe propose a little something, something amongst the three of us later. Like…A special bedroom something, something.”

“Between Dragon and Crocodile?!” Vivi clutched her chest, “YN, I know I’m not here to judge, but seriously?! Something like that would leave you paralyzed!”

“Not completely,” you giggled a bit, “I mean, yeah. It’d be a couple days before I made any recovery, but you get what I mean. I already told Crocodile that I’d ask Mihawk and Buggy about it first, but if they said yes, I was hoping he’d say yes, too. When is an opportunity like this going to come up again? It’s not like Dragon’s going to show up to Kuraigana Island any time soon. So, you know…Seize the moment, right?”

“I guess so,” Vivi nodded, “Whatever makes you happy.”

“But that’s the problem,” you went on, “Because Crocodile didn’t exactly agree to it and I think even bringing something like that up might have pissed him off. Yes, I understand he’s more than plenty for me, but…Sue me. I wanted to be a little greedy. He always tells me when we’re together that he wants me to be a little greedy. But when I want to bring his ex into it that he’s on good terms with, then it’s too much. And it’s bullshit! I want to have a good night.”

“By the sounds of things,” Vivi thought, “You’re looking to put yourself in a coma.”

“It’s just…” you flopped over on the bed, “I don’t know. Am I in the wrong here? Did I fuck up?”

“So,” Vivi asked, “When you say Crocodile and Dragon are on good terms, does Crocodile have any residual feelings for Dragon? Or vice versa?”

“Crocodile said he didn’t,” you remembered, “And that was the other kicker. He thinks I’d be doing this for him. I think he’s thinking it’d be for some kind of closure in his relationship with Dragon, but this really is for my own selfish desires. I want to have to get back on the ship on either a wheelchair or a stretcher because of how good tonight could be. I want Mihawk and Buggy to be worried about me when we get back to Kuraigana Island because I wouldn’t be fully recovered. Is that too much for me to ask?”

“Oh…” Vivi winced, “We may need another bottle of wine.”

“No,” you stopped her, “As much as I’d love to, we probably shouldn’t. That just sounds like a bad idea. I don’t need to leave this party completely trashed. The last thing I want is to have Crocodile have to carry me out.”

“But think of it this way,” Vivi pointed out, “If you get completely trashed and Crocodile has to carry you out, there’s a chance you might have Dragon carrying you out instead while Crocodile does damage control. Then, you get them both back to the inn and you can get what you want.”

“But I have to call my boys back home first,” you reminded her, “I’m not just going to outright cheat on the men in my life. That would be breaking some of our rules. And well…I kind of don’t have anywhere else to go, so I don’t need to piss off former Warlords that I just happen to live with. And a little weirdo clown. So…”

“Alright, alright,” Vivi let it go, reaching for the communicator snail on her nightstand, “Then, call your boys. Ask them if you can have sex with Dragon.”

“What?” you gasped, “No. Vivi, I’m not going to do that. Asking Crocodile was stupid enough.”

“Come on,” Vivi insisted, “Live a little. If you really want to get this threesome with Dragon and Crocodile rolling, you need to ask Buggy and Mihawk anyway, right? So, why not ask them now and have that in the bank for when you go talk to Crocodile about it again?”

“You know,” you thought it over for a moment or two, “You might be onto something.”

“I’m telling you,” Vivi shoved the snail into your hand, “Call Buggy and Mihawk.”

“Fine,” you dialed up Mihawk’s communicator snail and waited for it to ring, “I can’t believe you’re talking me into this.”

“I can,” Vivi beamed, possibly a little too drunk to care.

“Who is this?” a familiar voice answered on the other end. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Hi, Mihawk…”

“YN!” Mihawk chirped, “Hello, darling. It’s nice to hear your voice again. What’s the occasion you call?”

“I have something I need to run by you and Buggy,” you began, “Is he around, too?”

“Hold on,” Mihawk instructed, “You know, it’s the strangest thing. I feel like I haven’t heard from Buggy all day.”

“I just talked to him this afternoon,” you told him, “So, he’s somewhere in the castle, I’m sure.”

“Are you positive?” Mihawk wondered, “Because I’m not seeing him anywhere.”

“It’s important,” you begged, “Because it’s one of those things that I need both your permission for if we decide to go through with it.”

“Go through with what?” Mihawk asked, “What are you planning?”

“Well,” you hummed, “Tonight’s our last night in Alabasta.”

“Right…”

“And in an unexpected turn of events,” you went on, “Crocodile had to go take care of some business in Rain Dinners, so I had to sit and twiddle my thumbs in his office.”

“Right…”

“And who else was in there when I got there?” you chirped, “Dragon.”

“Dragon?” Mihawk gasped, “Monkey D. Dragon was sitting in Crocodile’s office?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, “Apparently, they were a thing back in the day.”

“That part, I knew,” Mihawk brushed you off, “But what does Dragon have to do with anything?”

“He and I were talking for a while,” you thought back to the night you met Dragon. He was a little scary, but you also had the Cross Guild on your side, so you weren’t entirely afraid, “And we got to know each other and I made a friend.”

“That’s sweet.”

“But it gets better,” you added, “Because since it’s our last night in Alabasta, I was thinking maybe I could have my cake and eat it, too.”

“How so?” Mihawk wondered. But then, out of nowhere, a sudden outburst came from him, “There you are, you pain in my ass!”

“Love you, too, Mihawk,” Buggy snapped at him, “What did I do?”

“Boys!” you barked out, “No. We’re not having that.”

“Oh!” Buggy changed his tune, “Hiya, doll! What’s got you on the snail?”

“I was calling to ask if I could orchestrate a threesome with Crocodile and Dragon,” you said so casually, “If that’s alright with you two, of course.”

“Hold the fuck up,” Buggy stopped you, “You’re wanting a threesome and it’s not even with all of us?”

“All of us aren’t together right now,” you pointed out, “So, I thought maybe…”

“YN, are you fucking suicidal?” Mihawk worried, “Do you not realize what would happen to you if you were to go through with something like that?”

“What?” you shrugged so casually.

“Aren’t you adorable,” Mihawk sighed out, “YN, you can barely handle taking Crocodile. You really want to add Dragon to that, too?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Because we want you to come home not split in half!” Buggy squeaked, “Is that too much to ask? Before you do something insane?!”

“What’s going on?” Rayleigh joined in, “What’s with all the yelling?”

“YN wants to have a threesome with a pair of giants because she’s possibly insane,” Mihawk caught him up.

“Damn,” Rayleigh laughed, “Adventurous girl, isn’t she?”

“She can’t stretch like that,” Buggy sputtered out, “She can’t take both of them. I don’t know how big Dragon is, but I know how big Crocodile is. I know how much YN can take. She can’t take both of them.”

“I say, give her a chance,” Rayleigh allowed, “I mean, not that I have a say in it, but if she thinks she can handle it, then let her handle it. I thought you kids had an open relationship anyway.”

“With the three of us, yes,” Mihawk explained, “But not with anyone else.”

“YN can have whatever or whoever she wants!” Vivi slurred, the empty wine bottle in her hand. And you, being the only responsible one in the room, took it away from her.

“Who’s that now?!” Buggy scoffed.

“Forgive me if I’m wrong…” Mihawk assumed, “But YN, was that, by chance, Princess Vivi?”

“It is Princess Vivi!” Vivi squealed. “Hi!”

“Don’t listen to her,” you begged, “She’s a little drunk.”

“Hard to believe,” Buggy grumbled.

“So, the short answer, darling,” Mihawk brought it back, “No. You don’t need to be involved in a threesome between Crocodile and Dragon. That’s just asking for trouble. And there’s a higher chance of you being the one left out more than anything. Trust me. This is for more than just your personal safety. It’s for your emotional wellbeing as well. If you’d like, and I know he’ll agree to it, you could ask one of us to join you then.”

“Well…” you pouted a bit, “I guess that’d be ok. Whose week is next?”

“Your week is next,” Mihawk thought, “And you can have whatever you want then.”

“Alright,” you managed to muster up a smile, “I need to go find Crocodile and apologize. I kind of made a little bit of a scene before I started drinking with Vivi.”

“I’m proud of you for making friends, darling,” Mihawk awed, “But perhaps getting drunk with royalty isn’t the wisest decision.”

“I’m a big girl,” Vivi snapped, “I can do whatever the hell I want!”

“Yes, you can, dear,” Mihawk let her go, “Hurry home. We miss you.”

“We will,” you assured him, “Love you.”

“Love you, too, YN,” both Buggy and Mihawk chimed back at you.

Click…

“I miss them…” your voice broke. But you quickly cleared your throat, “I miss my boys, Vivi.��

“Then, go to the one you have here, YN,” Vivi ordered, “Go to him…I should call her.”

“Call who?” you looked at her strangely.

“Nami…” Vivi sighed out, “I miss her so much…”

“Nami…?” You knew the name. You had only heard it in reference to the Strawhats’ navigator. And you only had spoken with her a few times when Zoro stopped by the castle to see Mihawk. In total, maybe half an hour, “Are you talking about Nami of the Strawhat Pirates?”

“She’s their navigator,” Vivi swooned, “And I miss her so much. I should call her, too.”

“Go ahead,” you insisted, “I’m not going to stop you.”

“Yay!” Vivi took the communicator snail and dialed the right number.

“Thank you for calling the Strawhat Pirates,” the other end spoke, “This is Sanji. How can I help you?”

“Boo!” Vivi groaned, “I didn’t want you the first time, Sanji! Put Nami on!”

“Vivi? Vivi, my angel?!”

“Give me the communicator snail, you moron!” a different voice answered, “Vivi…?”

“NAMI!” Vivi’s face lit up, “Are you anywhere around Alabasta? I miss you. I want you to come over.”

“Hold on,” Nami wondered, “Are you drunk?”

“A little…Does that make me a bad girl…?”

And you took that as your sign to leave Vivi alone. Granted, she was out of booze and you were out of energy, but you hoped she’d be alright on her own. Still, you were a woman on a mission. You needed to find Crocodile. Maybe even Dragon, too. But you needed to make the night right again. Sure enough, you followed the cloud of smoke to the bar. And you knew mistakes were made.

“Crocodile…” you tapped on his shoulder gently, “Can we talk?”

“Oh,” Crocodile jumped a bit, “You want to talk now? You mean, you don’t want to immediately jump to conclusions?”

“Excuse me?” you looked at him strangely. This wasn’t right. Sure, you understood that you and Crocodile didn’t exactly part on good terms the last time you saw each other, but no matter how upset he was with you, Crocodile never talked to you like that.

“You heard me, hic…” Crocodile glared a hole through you, “If you want to leave me, YN, then leave me. Quit letting me dangle.”

“What?” you noticed the empty scotch glass behind him. And you couldn’t help but wonder how many times it had been refilled. You got a better look at his eyes and his flush cheeks, “Crocodile, are you feeling ok?”

“So, now, you care about my feelings?” Crocodile snapped, “Please, hic. Just let me be, YN…”

“Stay here,” you ordered, “I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t fucking bother…”

Yeah. That wasn’t your Crocodile. When you left Crocodile to run off with Vivi, you didn’t leave him alone. He was with only one other person. And funny enough, that one person was nowhere to be found. Until you caught him trying to slink his way out the front door. And without any hesitation, you grabbed the back of his cloak.

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.”

Dragon wasn’t one to cower to anyone. However, there was something in your tone. Something very dark. Something very scary. Something had to have been said to Crocodile to make him think you were going to leave him. And there was only one person to point those fingers at.

“YN…” Dragon couldn’t even look you in the eye, “Hi. So, hey…Too bad about that whole…”

“I don’t even care about that anymore.” Mostly because you already knew the answer was no on the other end. And once you sobered up a little and thought it through, you knew that was only going to be disastrous, “What the hell did you do to my man?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Dragon backed off, “You two got into a fight. You walked off. He asked me if I’d have a drink with him and I said, sure. What the hell? Why not? And that’s when one drink to me turned into about half a dozen for Crocodile and I wasn’t going to stop him. I mean, no one was going to stop him.”

“Dragon…” you growled, “You’re going to go back in there. You’re going to convince Crocodile that I’m not going to leave him. You’re going to tell him I want nothing to do with you anymore. And then, I’m going to take him back to our room at the inn. Do you fucking understand me?”

“Yes, ma’am…”

“Wonderful.”

And that took care of that. You just wanted to take a nice little trip to Alabasta. You wanted to play amongst the royals for the evening. Have a drink or two. Have a nice dinner. Then, you wanted to go back to the inn, have a little something, something with the man you loved, and call it a night. But oh, no. You couldn’t have that. You weren’t allowed nice things. Because Crocodile was mad, depressed, and drunk all at the same time. And it was mostly Dragon’s fault. A little yours. You weren’t stupid. You could take a little accountability here, too. If you wouldn’t have mentioned a threesome, that anger never would’ve happened. But that didn’t mean Dragon didn’t have a hand in stirring the pot either.

“Hey, cutie pie…” Dragon sat down next to Crocodile, “You doing ok?”

“Fuck off, Dragon,” Crocodile shot him down, “I’m in no mood. Besides, you’re half the reason why YN and I are fighting in the first place.”

“What did I do?” Dragon whined, looking back over his shoulder to see you still standing there, waiting on him to fix things.

“You and YN just had to hit it off,” Crocodile pouted, “She’d almost be better off with you instead…”

“What?” Dragon looked to you for some kind of guidance, but you were just as confused as he was.

“No…” you draped your arms around Crocodile’s shoulders, “No, no, no…Crocodile, I don’t want Dragon permanently. When I suggested a little threesome between us, it was more of a one night stand thing. I’d still want to go home with you more than him any day of the week.”

“Bruising the ego a little here, YN…” Dragon grumbled under his breath. But with one little glare from you, he shut his mouth, “Got it…”

“I love you, Crocodile,” you assured him, “I just thought about adding in a little fun.”

“Really…?” Crocodile’s tears mixed in with his scotch.

“Of course,” you wiped that sadness away. And took away his scotch, “I’m sorry I even brought it up.”

“Ok…” Crocodile laid his head on your chest, “I love you, too, Princess…”

“You know,” you cradled him, “I did end up calling Mihawk and Buggy.”

“Oh, yeah?” Crocodile perked up, “What did they have to say?”

“No,” you giggled a bit, “Mostly because it’d be a safety risk for me. They didn’t want me to come home and be split in half. Apparently, if you and Dragon were to have me, I would’ve been split in half.”

“I don’t doubt that,” Dragon agreed.

“And I don’t remember where I asked you to join in the conversation,” you retaliated.

“Didn’t stop you when you wanted me to join you in bed…”

Without another thought, Crocodile decked Dragon right in his face. Of course, it brought the party to a grinding halt. And that’s when Cobra got involved, “What just happened here?”

“Crocodile’s drunk,” you stepped in, doing all the damage control, “Dragon ran his mouth. I’m going to get Crocodile to bed.”

“Feel free to use any of the guest rooms, YN,” Cobra offered, “My palace is your palace.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, “But I really couldn’t do that.”

“What better way to bury the hatchet?” Cobra insisted, “Besides, Crocodile doesn’t look like he’s going to make it to the inn. And I can get one of our doctors to get him started on IV fluids, so he doesn’t wake up so miserable. Rumor has it, you have a long voyage to embark on tomorrow.”

“All the way back to Kuraigana Island,” you nodded.

“You might as well get a good night’s rest,” Cobra allowed, “I can send for your things at the inn if you’d like.”

“Thank you,” you weren’t going to fight him. Mostly because you were already wrecked enough. And as long as he doesn’t know you were getting drunk with his daughter, you were in the clear, “That’s very generous of you, Your Majesty. I appreciate it.”

“Please,” Cobra smiled with you, “Call me Cobra. I would call us friends now. No need for formal titles.”

“Thank you, Cobra,” you gave him a grateful nod, throwing Crocodile’s arm around your shoulders, “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Yes, please…” Crocodile’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier as he took another step.

“THEY’RE COMING!” Vivi squealed down the hall, “THEY’RE COMING! THEY’RE NOT TOO FAR OUT! THEY’RE COMING! YAY!”

“Who’s coming, Vivi?” Cobra wondered.

“THE STRAWHATS ARE COMING!” Vivi couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.

“Ok,” you picked up the pace. Because the last thing Crocodile needed to do was deal with the Strawhats, too. It had already been a long night. Something about having Dragon and Luffy under the same roof as Crocodile felt a little concerning. Unfortunately, you weren’t getting any, but as long as Crocodile made it to bed safely, you’d be happy.

You found your way to an empty bedroom and got Crocodile onto the bed. And that’s when he decided flirting with you was a good idea, “You’re really trying to get me naked right now, Princess?”

“In a manner of speaking,” you admitted, taking his jacket off, “Yes.”

“And here I thought we weren’t fucking tonight,” Crocodile tried to wink at you, but it just came across as him blinking. And yet, you loved him all the same.

“We’re not,” you stood your ground, “Croccy, sweetheart, you’re drunk. I’m drunk. If we would’ve negotiated something beforehand, then I’d be all for it.”

“You know,” Crocodile awed, “If you would’ve gotten me another couple shots, I probably could’ve powered through us throwing Dragon into the mix.”

“But it still wouldn’t be right,” you held his face between your hands, “Because I didn’t get the ok from Mihawk and Buggy. It would’ve been cheating and it would’ve been wrong. And we’re not going to do that. You’re going to let me take your pants off.”

“I’m really getting some mixed messages here, YN,” Crocodile swooned, watching you slide his pants down his legs, “Are we banging tonight or not?”

“Not,” you assured him, taking your own spot on your knees on the bed. And you started pulling little elastics out of Crocodile’s hair as gently as possible, “My kingdom for a pair of little scissors…”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Crocodile started to relax a bit, “You wouldn’t leave me…”

“Of course, I wouldn’t,” you kissed his cheek, “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“No…” Crocodile shut his eyes, “You love me.”

“I do,” you confirmed, pulling your first braid out.

“Uuuugggghhh…” Crocodile groaned, “That was almost better than sex.”

“That’s because I spoil you,” you pulled out the next one.

“Excuse me…” one of the palace’s housekeeping staff came into the room, “Miss YN?”

“Yes?” you stuck your head around the corner, “Did you need me for something?”

“Your luggage from the inn just arrived,” she brought in a cart with both yours and Crocodile’s bags on it.

“Thank you,” you gave her a nod, “You can leave it anywhere. I’ll take care of it.”

“Would you like me to unpack it, Miss?”

“No, thank you,” you shot her down, “We’re leaving in the morning anyway. There’s no sense.”

“Alright,” she bowed, “There’s going to be a doctor in shortly for Mr. Crocodile’s IV. Is that ok?”

“Yes,” you agreed, “That’s fine. Thank you.”

“Wait,” Crocodile grabbed your arm, “What am I getting an IV for?”

“So, you’re not hungover as a motherfucker tomorrow,” you explained, “It’s alright. Cobra’s a hell of a guy.”

“He is,” Crocodile confirmed, “You know, before I held Alabasta hostage, he was a good friend. The people of Alabasta are lucky to have a guy like Cobra. Good for them. But then, I had to be such a dick to them. Shame on me. They didn’t do anything.”

“Alright, sweetheart,” you pulled out the last of Crocodile’s braids and scratched his scalp, putting him a little more at ease, “Why don’t you just lay down for a while, yeah? Maybe shut your eyes? Get some sleep?”

“Ok…” Crocodile shut his eyes and got comfortable, “Mmm…I love you, YN. You’re so good to me.”

“Yes, I am,” you kissed his forehead and laid down next to him. Only for him to flop his head over onto your chest. And mashed your boob down.

“Mmm…” Crocodile smiled, “Pillow…”

“That pillow isn’t a pillow,” you winced, not appreciating the sudden pain, “You know the rule. If you’re going to lay on my boobs, at least lay in the gap between them.”

“And if I suffocate,” Crocodile moved his head just a little bit. Enough to where he wasn’t squishing you anymore, “Hell of a way to die.”

“You’re not suffocating,” you rolled your eyes. He was drunk. He got a pass. You put your hand on the back of his head, holding him close and steady, “You’ll be fine, Croccy. You’ll be fine.”

“As long as I got you…” Crocodile was just about asleep. If you gave it another couple seconds…

And he was down. The scotch had taken its hold and Crocodile was sleeping like a baby. It was all you could ask for. Well, at least until the door creaked open. And you had a feeling it was the doctor coming in with Crocodile’s IV of saline. But you didn’t hear the squeaky wheels of the IV stand.

“Hey…” a familiar voice spoke softly, “Mind if I come in?”

“I actually do,” your eyes burned a hole in the side of Dragon’s head, “He just fell asleep.”

“I didn’t want to talk to him,” Dragon kept walking in, “I wanted to talk to you. At least before I leave.”

“What?” you wondered, “Not sticking around to see Luffy?”

“Probably not the greatest idea,” Dragon admitted, “But I wanted to apologize. I didn’t realize I would’ve caused so much trouble here. I hope things are good with you two now.”

“Oh, yeah,” you looked down at the sleeping angel in your arms, “We’re good. Thank you, Dragon. And if you’re ever around Kuraigana Island, feel free to stop by. Granted, we’re not going to have sex with each other and something tells me Mihawk and Buggy wouldn’t be thrilled about it either. But I’m glad we were friends here. And I’d hate for that friendship to be a one time thing.”

“I just might take you up on that,” Dragon cracked a smile.

“Excuse me…” the doctor came in with the squeaky wheeled IV stand you were waiting for.

“Sorry,” Dragon got out of the way, “What’s that for?”

“A hangover cure for Crocodile,” you explained, “Since we have to leave in the morning.”

“Oh,” Dragon gave you a nod, “So, I’ll just leave you to it then.”

“Good night, Dragon,” you waved him off.

“Good night,” Dragon started heading off.

“Hello?” a familiar voice chimed at the door, “Vivi? Are you in here?”

“She’s not in here,” Dragon shot him down, “Keep your voice down, kid.”

“Dad!”

Dragon immediately got your intruder out of the room before things could get weird. And yet, it was enough for Crocodile to partially wake up. Just as the doctor stuck the needle in his arm, “YN…”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” you pushed his hair out of his face. Not something you got to do often, so you appreciated the novelty.

“Am I really that fucked up,” Crocodile wondered, “Or did I just hear Luffy at the door?”

“Vivi did say the Strawhats were on their way,” you explained, “She was on a call with Nami when I left her. I’m guessing they’re here already.”

“I shouldn’t have let Dragon take Luffy away from me…” Crocodile wept, “But goddamn…That IV feels good.”

“It should,” you settled him, “Don’t worry about it right now, Crocodile. Just get some sleep.”

“I left him…” Crocodile’s tears kicked back up, “I left my baby…”

“Don’t listen to him,” you turned to the doctor, “He’s drunk and delirious and he’s been saying crazy shit all night.”

“I’m sure he has,” the doctor chalked it up to Crocodile’s inebriation and watched as he finished the bag of saline, “Should I do you as well, dear?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” you turned him down, “But could you give us a minute alone?”

“Of course,” the doctor pulled the needle out of Crocodile’s arm and bandaged him up before he left.

“What kind of terrible mother am I?” Crocodile wept, “I left my baby in the hands of an asshole.”

“Dragon’s not that bad,” you pulled the blanket over him.

“Not Dragon,” Crocodile clarified, “Garp. He’s ten times worse than Dragon. And even Garp passed Luffy along. That’s how Mihawk’s ex’s girlfriend ended up with him. Am I a terrible mother, YN?”

“You did the best you could with what you had at the time,” you comforted him.

“I should go talk to him,” Crocodile tried to sit up, but he didn’t have the strength.

“No, you should go to sleep,” you demanded, “You can’t talk to Luffy when you’re tired. You don’t want to fall asleep on him, do you?”

“Didn’t he have a brother that was narcoleptic?”

“Go to sleep, Crocodile,” you gave him one last kiss, “I’ll still be here in the morning, alright?”

“Promise…?”

“I promise,” you cuddled into Crocodile’s side and shut your eyes, “Good night, Croccy…”

“Good night, Princess…”

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honeyshiddendesire · 1 month ago

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Mean Bean

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, smitten Zoro&Perona, set during Zoro's 2 year training (there's relevance to that) jealous Perona, he has a girly daughter because of Perona lol

Summary: Mihawk as a doting girl dad

*other girl dad headcanons*

🫛 Doting Husband and Father Alert lemme just start there lol

🫛This man will cater to your every need don't even doubt or question it

🫛 Pregnancy pain? He'll give you a massage. Cravings? Yup now he's cooking. Feeling emotional? Awe don't worry dear he's down to cuddle when you need it.

🫛 I picture you almost about to give birth by the time Zoro arrives for his training. That gives time for Zoro to see the bond between you too.

🫛When the child is born then Mihawk only gets tougher on Zoro

🫛LEMME EXPLAIN !! This man will fight harder with the young swordsman saying all types of shit like-

"You never know who you're fighting against and what's waiting for them at home. If they have kids and loved ones they will go for the kill to ensure you don't kill them first. They have something, someone waiting for them. So either give it your all or lay down and let them take you out first- always fight like someone is waiting."

🫛 Idk it's probably stupid but now Mihawk has people who care so he only goes harder and in turn will train Zoro the same.

🫛The training will be what makes Zoro such a good dad too don't fight me on this lol

🫛Since Zoro arrived right around the time you deliver he would totally be around the kid alot same with Perona.

🫛Yes she's totally jealous that Mihawk has to further spread his attention elsewhere but when she realizes you have a girl she's over joyed

🫛Perona dresses your baby up like a total doll and Mihawk will just roll his eyes but secretly loves it - how can he not? His baby girl looks so adorable in her frilly dresses and little matching socks.

🫛 Can totally see Mihawk walking around his castle at night with the baby whenever she's being fussy and he knows you need some rest.

🫛 You've totally caught him on occasion asleep with the newborn laying on a blanket by the fireplace (newborns don't move incase y'all think the baby will roll in the fire 🙄)

🫛 Is shocked to see how smiley his baby is compared to his stoic attitude "I guess she takes after you my dear." You'll raise a brow and ask if it's a problem and he'll just caress your cheek fondly, "No my love, merely an observation. If she becomes every bit like you then I'll be the happiest man alive "

🫛 Will catch himself staring far more than he thought he would when you breastfeed (if you breastfeed)

🫛 Loves your changed body and won't let you exert yourself more than you need during recovery

🫛 Will still do all the cooking and cleaning despite your protests

🫛 Breaks up fights between Zoro and Perona on who gets to chill with the baby lol

"You already got to play with her this morning, doing your dumb little fashion shows." Zoro would bark out at the pink haired woman who held your baby. Chubby hands rubbing her eyes making Zoro click his teeth, "Look see- the tiny thing is tired she wants to nap with me. Now hand her over!"

🫛 Despite Perona dressing up your baby Mihawk is also very skilled on keeping your baby in tip top shape. I mean have you seen him? Impeccable style 😏

🫛 When it's time for her to try eating food for the first time Mihawk starts with a veggie. Knowing that kids have the hardest time with them so why not get it out of the way first.

🫛You, Perona, Zoro and Mihawk would literally all gather in the dining room just to watch her eat for the first time lol 😂

🫛 Mihawk will feed her the first time, if you breastfeed then he does the solids. He'll feel like it's finally his time to shine and help out even more lol

🫛 First food of choice? Green beans.

🫛The second that baby tastes the yummy veggie then her sweet demeanor has vanished and she is replaced with something more like her father.

🫛 "AHHHHH! MMMMM! AHHHHHHH!" She would scream at the top of her lungs demanding more in an instant. Hands shaking in the air and face scowling with anger.

"Hurry up fed her faster. Looks like she's gonna explode." Zoro would panic watching your baby throw her body around, legs kicking in the high chair only to stop as Mihawk fed her another spoon. "Mmmm." She would smile for a second then bam! The monster baby returns until the next bite.

🫛 You would call her your little Mean Bean after that

🫛 Demands green beans all the time as she gets older, whatever sweet side she had would disappear when she realized green beans were not served with dinner.

🫛 Mihawk would just sigh as he stares at his child who now looks way more like him than he's used to. "Darling I thought we could try something new." He'll explain and your daughter would side eye him, "Something...new? But why? Is it so wrong that I like what I like? It's still a vegetable." Mihawk would groan as he runs a hand over his face not able to deny the fact she's right.

🫛 Perona would totally have to hide if Mihawk and his mean Bean are bickering cause her laughing at his child's sass only makes things worse.

🫛Mihawk has no idea how she got so stubborn...he will deny that it's from himself

🫛 Like all the other swordsman father he will teach his child the way of the blade only for her to be bored at first.

🫛 "Why can't I wear my dress and fight?" She'll question making the man groan. Ugh all her damn questions! "It's not practical darling." And she'll just glare at him with her arms crossed. "Then I don't wanna." Mihawk will feel like exploding until you pat his shoulder. "Go find one that's easy to move in." You'll suggest.

🫛You definitely have to settle their bickering matches

🫛 You quickly find out he is not the disciplinarian like you'd thought he'd be lol

🫛Mihawk loves his darling but she's a spitfire for sure keeping him on his toes more than he'd like.

🫛His daughter becomes a master with a sword despite dressing like a mini Perona, she definitely changes his mind on the whole dresses and sword fighting

🫛Has a picture of his daughter around a year old scowling angrily with a literal fist full of green beans that Mihawk caught her eating

🫛 Despite there constant bickering it's all with love because you still find them cuddled up with a book in his hands reading to her by the fire. First it was picture books, then simple one sentences now as she grows he reads chapter for chapter each night. The fire lighting them both up beautifully, their expressions soft and free from their usual scowls

🫛 Mihawk would teach his daughter to cook as well but what she had in sword skills she DRASTICALLY lacked in cooking

🫛I'm not talking bland or over seasoned ...no no- I'm talking full on kitchen fires and black bread out the oven. Kitchen engulfed in clouds of smoke as Mihawk sighs putting out fire after fire

🫛Its fine shes to pretty to cook anyways Mihawk would say as an excuse- any man should be happy serving her every need he'll think but deep down he hopes she doesn't starve lol

🫛 When she becomes 16 there bickering matches only worsen fighting tooth and nail for her to join him on his cross guild meetings - which as always he'll cave and allow her to accompany him

🫛 Once she's there Mihawk has to literally PEEL Buggy's son away from his darling lil mean bean - honestly he knew his sweet heart was stunning and expected this but what he never expected was for his daughter to like the little blue haired weirdo right back

🫛 Will have to pull them both apart whenever they're around no doubt

🫛 Once she's an adult the worse words he's ever heard leave her mouth, he thinks he dies for a minute after but you tell him he's just being dramatic

"You can't tell me what to do anymore." And just like that his little mean bean would storm out, leaving him to go join those circus pirates

🫛 You have to console him for a long time, back rubs, cold rags on his forever because he swears he's dying of a fever and as much as you wanna tell him to grow up you know his heart is broken.

🫛 When your daughter returns a year later after sailing the sea with her loser clown boyfriend (Mihawk's description) he has to swallow the flood of insults that threaten to spill as he prepares the clown and the rest of his family dinner.

🫛 You have to pull Mihawk aside and tell him to give Buggy's son a chance because he's really trying to get accepted and honestly he's not nearly as annoying as Buggy himself so he should be happy

🫛 After almost 2 months with the clown boy Mihawk warms up drastically, a whole 180 it surprises both you and your daughter- little did you know he threatened to chop his damn nose off if he ever broke his daughter's heart

🫛 Soon Mihawk has to accept the clown asking for his mean bean's hand in marriage and you and your daughter couldn't be happier-surprisingly Mihawk was as well... that was until Buggy came to visit to help with wedding planning

"This wedding is gonna be so flashy we'll make the whole ocean jealous of our kids."

"Kill me now." Mihawk would groan.

🫛In the end even as he walks his darling down the isle she'll always remain that same stubborn little girl who slammed her chubby fists down demanding more green beans.

"I'll always love you daddy."

"And I'll always love you more mean bean."

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thatanonymouschocolate · 5 days ago

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Can't stop thinking about Mihawk...

Like hes always written as this unstoppable man but like what if he meets someone that's not shanks that is as strong or even stronger than him?

Can you imagine Mihawk meets his match. They're not known at all, even more of a hermit than him. They really love being at home, but they're just as strong and skilled he is that they're able to put a crack in Yoru. They're even able to graze him on the cheek or something. He's super pissed and surprised and possibly aroused.

After their encounter he's getting Yoru repaired and just throwing himself into training and hunting down bounties but his mind can't stop thinking about the warrior that cracked his precious sword and was able to land a hit on him.

This man is spiraling, tbh it damn near becomes an obsession to not only find you but defeat you or seduce you

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arkaiveofurown · 2 months ago

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he was harsh to you

Pairings: Crocodile x Reader, Ace x Reader, Law x Reader, Mihawk x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000 - 2,000 words each

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff

my masterlist here ♡

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Crocodile

The tension between you and Crocodile had been building for days. He had been aloof, and his sharp, biting remarks were starting to wear on you. It wasn’t like you couldn’t handle his bluntness—hell, you were used to it by now—but today, it felt different. It felt personal.

You had just come from a successful mission for the Cross Guild, but the celebration was overshadowed by Crocodile’s attitude. You were standing near the map room, reviewing your next move, when he stormed in with that familiar scowl on his face.

“Don’t you have something better to do than stand around wasting time?” Crocodile snapped, his tone cold and dismissive. “I don’t need a babysitter. Get your act together.”

You felt your blood boil at his words. “Excuse me?” you shot back, unable to hide the irritation in your voice. “I’m doing my job just fine, thank you very much. Maybe you should stop trying to belittle everyone around you.”

Crocodile’s eyes narrowed, his gaze sharpening as he stepped closer. “Belittle? I’m trying to get through to you. You’re so damn distracted, it’s pathetic. You’re wasting your potential.”

“Wasting my potential?” You clenched your fists, holding back the sting of his words. “How about you stop trying to micromanage everyone around here? I’m getting things done, but you just don’t want to see it, do you?”

“Getting things done?” Crocodile scoffed, walking over to the table and slamming his hand on the map. “You’re dragging your feet. We’ve got a Guild to build, and you’re too busy pretending everything’s fine. If you think this is going anywhere, you’re living in a fantasy.”

His words stung more than you cared to admit. “I’m not pretending anything. I’m doing exactly what needs to be done. But if you think I’m just here to be your damn soldier, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Crocodile’s eyes flashed with something darker. “Soldier? Don’t flatter yourself. You’re part of the team—if you can manage to act like it. But from what I’m seeing, you’re more of a liability than an asset.”

You felt your chest tighten at his words, the anger bubbling up in your throat. “A liability? I’ve been working harder than anyone on this ship, and you can’t even see it. Maybe it’s easier for you to blame everyone else for your own failures.”

He leaned in, his voice dropping low. “What failure? I’m not the one who’s failing here. It’s you, with all your whining, trying to act like this is a charity. This is a Guild, not a damn playground.”

You could feel the heat rising in your face, but you stood your ground. “You’re impossible. You always think you’re right and that the world revolves around you. Maybe you need to take a long look in the mirror and realize that you’re the one who’s out of line.”

Crocodile didn’t flinch. “I don’t need to explain myself to you. You either get in line or get out of my way.”

That was the breaking point. You took a deep breath, fighting back the urge to lash out. “I’m done with this,” you said, your voice shaking with frustration. Without another word, you turned and stormed out of the room, the slam of the door echoing in your wake.

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The silence in the ship’s quarters felt suffocating. Crocodile’s harsh words echoed in your mind, replaying over and over, and the weight of the argument was crushing. You hadn’t expected it to escalate like that, but there was no denying it now—you were hurt, and you couldn’t pretend otherwise.

You hadn’t bothered to leave your room, locked in your thoughts, lying on the bed with your back to the door. The sting of Crocodile’s words felt like a constant pressure on your chest. You’d been part of the Cross Guild for so long, fought alongside the others, but why did it feel like Crocodile just saw you as a tool? A tool that he could discard when it suited him.

You hated the feeling of weakness that crept in with the tears you’d been trying to hold back. But when it all became too much, they finally fell. Quietly at first, then in desperate, broken sobs.

You hadn’t realized how much you needed to cry until you did.

Hours passed, and you thought you’d hear the sounds of Crocodile’s usual cold demeanor at your door. But it never came. No knock, no footsteps—nothing.

You sat up from your bed, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. Crocodile might not have said anything more, but his absence was almost worse. It felt like he didn’t care enough to even check if you were okay.

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The next day, things were still quiet between you and Crocodile. He wasn’t avoiding you, but he wasn’t making any overt moves either. The silence felt heavy, like there was more left unsaid, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to approach him first.

It wasn’t until you were sitting alone in the ship’s main hall, watching the crew go about their usual duties, that you saw him again. He was standing near the door, scanning the room as though he was looking for something—or someone. His gaze fell on you, and for a moment, you thought about getting up and leaving.

But then, something unexpected happened.

He walked toward you, his steps deliberate, his usual air of command unmistakable. But there was no arrogance, no cold indifference. Instead, there was something almost… hesitant, as though he was unsure how to approach.

“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice lower than usual. Not demanding, but more… tentative.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. Crocodile sat down beside you, but there was a clear distance between you two. Still, he didn’t break the silence. Instead, his eyes flickered to the floor and back to you, unsure of how to even start.

“I’ve been thinking,” Crocodile began, his voice unusually soft. “I don’t do ‘soft’ well. I never have. I push people away because it’s easier than getting close. But with you… I shouldn’t have done that.”

You stayed quiet, listening. This wasn’t the Crocodile you were used to, and it threw you off. But you could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“I treated you like you were disposable. Like I could just push you aside because I don’t know how to handle emotions,” he continued, his words laced with the rare honesty he usually kept buried. “I’m not saying I can change overnight, but I… I can try. I can do better. For you.”

For a moment, the room felt too quiet, too heavy with the weight of his confession. You weren’t sure what to say, but you couldn’t deny the effort he was showing. It wasn’t just words. It was him trying—genuinely trying—to be someone better for you.

“I’m not asking for your forgiveness,” he added, his gaze meeting yours directly. “But if you’ll let me, I want to show you that I’m not just some heartless bastard.”

You exhaled slowly, feeling a strange mix of emotions—relief, confusion, and something else you couldn’t quite name. Crocodile wasn’t the type to offer grand gestures, but this... this was different.

He shifted in his seat, as if he was fighting the urge to stand up and walk away. His usual confidence was tempered by something more vulnerable, and it made the tension between you two feel palpable. Still, there was something unspoken in the air, something you both knew needed to be addressed.

After a moment, Crocodile pulled something from his pocket, a small, worn notebook. He placed it between you two with a rare hesitance, as though it was heavier than it appeared.

“I don’t usually carry things like this,” he started, his voice rough but not harsh. “But... I thought you might find it useful.” He tapped the notebook once. “It’s full of notes—things I’ve learned, strategies, things about our crew that could be useful. Not much, but it’s something I’ve kept for myself. Thought it might help you... since we’ve been working together.”

There was no flashy gesture, no grand promises—just this small act of vulnerability. Crocodile wasn’t one to share his notes or insights with just anyone, much less someone he had been pushing away. It was his way of showing he trusted you more than he had before.

You stared at it for a moment, processing what he’d done. It wasn’t grand, it wasn’t over-the-top, but it was honest. It was him offering something personal, a piece of his world that he didn’t usually share.

“I know I’m not great with words,” Crocodile continued, looking away, his usual guarded expression back in place. “But I can do this. I’ll show you I’m not just some cold bastard.”

You let the silence stretch between you as you reached for the notebook, running your fingers over the pages. It was simple, but it meant something—he was trying. And that was enough for now.

"Thank you," you said softly, glancing up at him. "This is... more than I expected."

His eyes flickered to yours for a moment, something unreadable in them. "It's just a start," he muttered, standing up. "I’ll keep trying. But you’ve got to meet me halfway, too."

You nodded, feeling a strange sense of relief. It wasn’t perfect, and there were no sweeping gestures, but this... this felt real. And that was a good place to begin.

---

Ace

The sun was setting on the horizon, casting golden hues across the ship. You and the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates were enjoying a rare moment of calm as the ship slowly drifted across the sea. The deck was lively with the crew, but you found yourself chatting with Thatch, who was always kind and welcoming.

The conversation was lighthearted, the two of you laughing over some silly story. But through the corner of your eye, you noticed Ace’s figure standing by the mast. His eyes were fixed on you and Thatch. You didn’t think much of it, assuming Ace was just being his usual quiet self. But then, you saw his expression—dark, his jaw clenched, fists tightly gripping the railing. His eyes narrowed as he watched you, and it felt like a cold gust had suddenly blown through the deck.

Before you could finish your conversation with Thatch, Ace stormed over. You barely registered his approach before he grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from Thatch.

“Hey! What the hell, Ace? What’s going on?” you said, trying to pull your arm from his grasp.

“Don’t hey me,” Ace snapped, his voice low and seething. He was angry, and it was obvious. “What the hell was that about?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, confused. You looked back toward Thatch, who was watching the exchange, a slight frown on his face.

“Don’t play dumb,” Ace growled. “You’ve been all over Thatch today. Laughing, touching him, flirting like it’s some fucking game. What, am I not enough for you?”

Your heart dropped at his words. “Flirting? Ace, we were just talking. It’s nothing like that. You’re making it into something it’s not.”

“Really?” Ace scoffed, his eyes darkening. “Don’t act like I’m blind. I’ve been watching you. The way you’re acting with him, it’s obvious. You think I wouldn’t notice? You think I wouldn’t see it?”

You felt the heat rise in your chest. “Are you seriously accusing me of something right now? You’ve known Thatch for years, and now you’re acting like this over nothing?”

Ace’s grip tightened on your wrist, his face flushed with anger. “Nothing? You think this is nothing? You think I’m stupid? You’ve been laughing with him, leaning into him, all damn day! It’s like I’m invisible to you when he’s around!”

“Ace, calm down!” you snapped, pulling your arm from his grip. “You’re overreacting. This isn’t about Thatch! I’m not doing anything wrong!”

Ace stepped closer, his voice growing colder. “Don’t tell me to calm down. You don’t get it, do you? I’m standing here, and I’m watching you smile at him, touch him, like I don’t fucking matter. And what the hell am I supposed to think?”

You couldn’t believe it. “You’re acting insane. You know I love you, right? You’re my partner. But you can’t just jump to conclusions like this—this isn’t jealousy, this is possessiveness. It’s not fair to me.”

“I don’t give a damn what you call it,” Ace sneered, crossing his arms. “It’s not just a little joke anymore. It’s like you’re fucking ignoring me every time he shows up, and I’m tired of it.”

You clenched your fists, feeling your frustration boil over. “How many times do I have to tell you? You’re the one I want. Not him, not anyone else. I’m not some fucking flirt, I don’t need your jealousy getting in the way of everything. You’re acting like a child.”

“A child?” Ace barked out a laugh, the sound bitter and hollow. “Look at you. You’re so fucking perfect with everyone else. But when it comes to me, I’m the one left questioning if I even matter to you.”

“Ace, you’re being ridiculous!” you yelled, your anger flaring. “This isn’t how you should be acting. You’re pushing me away with this shit!”

“I don’t care if you think I’m ridiculous!” Ace shot back, his face turning red with fury. “I can’t fucking help it. It just hurts to see you giving attention to someone else when you’re supposed to be mine. What am I supposed to do with that? Just ignore it like you’re not doing anything wrong?”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you couldn’t even find a response. You stared at him in disbelief. The person you knew, the Ace you loved, wouldn’t talk to you like this. He wouldn’t accuse you, wouldn’t twist everything into something ugly. “I can’t believe you’re saying this to me,” you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief.

Ace ran a hand through his hair, his expression shifting from anger to frustration, but his tone was still harsh. “I’m just saying what I feel, alright? Maybe I should just stop caring. Maybe I should just let you do whatever the hell you want without giving a damn.”

You felt a sting in your heart at that, but you didn’t let him see it. “Fine. If that’s how you want to be, then go ahead. Push me away. Make me feel like I don’t matter. Do what you need to do.”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to tell you!” Ace snapped, his voice getting louder. “I’m just tired of feeling like I’m not enough for you! Like you don’t need me anymore!”

“Ace, stop acting like I’m the one who’s wrong here,” you said, stepping back from him. “This is about you—your insecurities. You need to figure this shit out before you start blaming me.”

“I don’t need your lectures right now,” Ace spat, his eyes wild with frustration. “I don’t need you to tell me I’m the one with a problem. You’re the one making me feel like this!”

The silence that followed was deafening. You could feel the tension between you two, thick as smoke. You didn’t know what to say anymore. His words hurt more than anything, and you could feel the emotional distance growing between you.

“Ace,” you began, your voice quieter now, though still edged with anger. “I’m not going to keep fighting with you like this. If you want to think that I’m the problem here, then fine. Do whatever you want. But I won’t be dragged down by your jealousy. I won’t.”

You turned to walk away, but Ace’s harsh voice stopped you. “Where the hell do you think you’re going? Don’t you dare walk away from me when I’m trying to make sense of this! Don’t pretend like you’re innocent in all of this!”

You didn’t stop. You kept walking, not giving him another glance. If he couldn’t see how much you loved him, if he couldn’t get over his own jealousy, there was nothing more you could say.

And in that moment, the distance between you and Ace felt wider than it ever had.

----

The moment Ace walked away, everything felt cold. You didn’t know how long you stood there, just staring at the spot where he had left you. Your hand was still aching from his grip, but it was the sting in your chest that hurt more. He didn’t trust you, and it felt like a punch to the gut.

You didn’t want to cry, but the tears started anyway. It wasn’t just that he’d been angry—it was the way he’d accused you, made you feel like you weren’t good enough for him. His words burned like fire in your mind, and they refused to go away. You rubbed your eyes furiously, wishing it would stop, but it didn’t.

You made your way below deck, avoiding anyone’s eyes. But even in the silence, the weight of Ace’s accusations pressed against your chest.

The sound of footsteps on the wooden floor interrupted your thoughts, but you didn’t look up.

“Ace…” you whispered, voice barely audible, as you heard him stand in front of you. His figure towered over you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. You wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come.

He stood there for a long moment before letting out a long sigh.

“I messed up.” His voice was quieter now, filled with regret.

You didn’t answer right away, the hurt still raw. He continued, as if to reassure you.

“I know I was harsh,” he said softly. “I don’t know why I reacted like that. I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you.”

You finally looked up, his face full of guilt. It wasn’t the same anger you had seen earlier, but it didn’t make it better.

“Ace, I don’t deserve that,” you said, your voice shaking. “You’ve been treating me like… like I’m the one doing something wrong. You don’t trust me.”

“I know,” Ace muttered. “I was jealous, and it made me stupid. I didn’t think. I just… acted.”

“You can’t just accuse me like that, Ace. I thought you knew me better than anyone.”

“I do,” he said quickly, kneeling in front of you. His voice cracked slightly. “I do know you. And I’m sorry. I… I don’t know why I overreacted like that. It’s just…” He paused, staring down at the floor, lost in thought. “I get scared sometimes, you know? That you’ll leave me. Or that I’m not good enough.”

His words were quieter now, as if speaking them made the weight of them hit him too.

You swallowed hard, still trying to hold yourself together. “It’s not about you not being good enough, Ace. But you made me feel like I was the problem.”

“I didn’t mean to do that. I promise. I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll make it right, I swear.”

He reached out then, carefully pulling you into a hug. His arms were warm around you, and despite everything, it felt like home.

“I’ll prove it to you,” Ace whispered against your ear. “Just... please don’t leave me.”

----

Later that evening, Ace approached you once again. He wasn’t going to let this slide with just words. This time, he was determined to show you how much you meant to him.

He found you on the deck, staring out at the sea. The sunset had painted the sky in shades of orange and pink. He hesitated for a moment, but then walked up to you, standing still for a few seconds before quietly sitting beside you.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said. About how I’ve treated you,” Ace started, his voice calm but serious. He wasn’t going to let this be a quick fix. He had to prove he was serious. “I was an idiot before.”

You didn’t respond right away, but you didn’t pull away either, so he took that as his sign to continue.

“You deserve better than me just saying ‘sorry,’” Ace continued, looking at you with those soft, apologetic eyes. “I want to show you, not just tell you.”

Without waiting for a response, Ace stood up and reached into his jacket, pulling out something small wrapped in cloth. He unwrapped it carefully, revealing a beautiful hand-carved wooden pendant—one shaped like a flame, a piece of his own soul carved into it. He placed it in your hand, his palm warm against yours.

“I made this for you,” Ace explained, his voice low. “It’s not much, but it’s a reminder. Every time you look at it, I want you to remember that I’m here. I’m trying to be better. For you.”

You stared at the pendant, surprised that Ace had gone this far. He wasn’t known for his sentimental side, and seeing him take the time to make something so personal was a first.

But that wasn’t all.

Ace lowered himself to one knee, taking your hands in his, his usual cocky grin gone, replaced by something deeper. “I’m not perfect. Hell, I’m far from it. But I’m gonna fight for you, every damn day, if it means showing you that you’re mine and that I don’t take you for granted.”

His eyes held sincerity, not just for a moment but for what felt like eternity. He wasn’t asking for immediate forgiveness; he was showing you that he understood the weight of what he’d done, and he was willing to carry that burden.

“I’ll be better. I’ll prove it to you, one step at a time,” Ace added, squeezing your hands gently. “I’m not gonna run from it. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You felt the weight of his words settle between you, but it was the actions—the carving, the kneeling, the rawness of his apology—that made the difference.

And in that moment, something shifted. His effort wasn’t just in the words, but in the way he had approached everything differently. The care, the vulnerability, the openness—it was something you hadn’t seen from Ace in this way before.

“Thank you,” you whispered, finally meeting his gaze.

Ace’s face softened, and he pulled you into his arms gently. “I’ll never stop showing you, okay? I’ll never stop trying.”

You could feel the warmth of his embrace, but it was different now—sincere, unwavering, and full of effort. He wasn’t perfect, but this was the Ace you had always known, the one who, when he cared, gave everything he had.

“I know you won’t,” you murmured, resting your head against his chest, knowing that even in his flaws, Ace’s heart was real and his effort was exactly what you needed.

----

Law

You were in the medical bay, carefully organizing the supplies, running through the routine tasks that kept you busy and, for the moment, kept your mind off the chaos of being aboard the Polar Tang. The quiet buzz of the ship’s engine was a subtle backdrop, almost soothing, but it wasn’t long before Law entered, his heavy boots echoing in the small space.

“Are you seriously doing this now?” His voice cut through the silence like a blade.

You turned, surprised to see him standing there with his arms crossed, a frustrated look on his face. "What? I’m just getting the medical supplies organized," you said, trying to keep your tone neutral. You had been with him long enough to know when something was off, and you could feel the tension in the air.

Law didn’t even spare a glance at the supplies. Instead, his eyes were fixed on you, sharp as ever. “It’s a waste of time. Don’t you have something more important to do?”

You blinked, taken aback. “What’s wrong with organizing the medical supplies? We can’t afford to let things get disorganized—especially if someone gets hurt. You should know that.”

His lips curled into a sneer. “This again? All you ever seem to do is waste time in here. We have real problems going on, and here you are, playing nursemaid.”

Your chest tightened at his words, but you tried to stay calm. “I’m not just playing nursemaid, Law. This is a crucial part of the crew’s well-being. You might not see it, but when someone gets injured, we need everything in place.”

Law snorted, walking further into the room with no regard for the way his presence weighed on you. “You think I don’t know that? I’ve been the one patching up the crew for years. I don’t need some reminder of how ‘important’ this is.”

His eyes glinted with something cold, making you feel like you were the one being irrational. “And yet, every time I come in here, I see you fiddling with bandages and vials like it’s some hobby. Maybe if you spent more time actually being useful, we wouldn’t be in half the mess we’re in now.”

You felt a rush of heat flood your face, your patience wearing thin. “Useful? I’m always useful, Law! You’ve never seen me just sit around and do nothing. I’ve been with you through thick and thin. What the hell is your problem today?”

Law didn’t flinch, his gaze cold and hard. “You’ve been off lately, not getting your hands dirty, avoiding the real work. Every time I turn around, you’re in here with your head buried in paperwork or fiddling with stuff that doesn’t matter. Are you even trying to help anymore, or is this your way of slacking off?”

You felt your pulse quicken, the sharpness of his words stinging like a slap across the face. “You know what? I don’t need this right now. I’m trying to do my best, but I guess that’s never good enough for you, huh?” You crossed your arms, pushing back the feeling of betrayal that crept up your throat.

“I don’t need your excuses,” Law replied, his voice colder than before. “You know what this crew is like, and you know what’s at stake. The sooner you stop pretending like this is all a game, the better.” He paused, his eyes narrowing. “I’m done here.”

With that, he turned and walked out, leaving you standing in the middle of the room, stunned. You stood there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened.

You sat alone in your room, staring at the wooden floorboards, your mind replaying the harsh words from earlier. His anger had caught you off guard, and it stung in ways you didn’t expect. You’d never seen him like that—so cold, so dismissive. What had you done wrong?

You hadn’t meant to upset him, not at all. You were only trying to help, to get through to him, but it seemed like he didn’t want to hear it. The more you thought about it, the more it hurt. Was this how he really saw you? Was everything you did so easily misinterpreted?

The tears came, slowly at first, then in a rush, spilling down your cheeks as the weight of the argument settled in. You wiped at your face, trying to push back the emotions, but it was useless. His words lingered in your chest, heavy and suffocating.

You felt small in that moment. Small and insignificant. He wasn’t the kind of man who wore his feelings openly, but you thought—no, you hoped—that maybe, just maybe, he’d let you in. Now, all you had were the fragments of a conversation that had broken everything apart.

You stood up abruptly, wiping your eyes and trying to pull yourself together. There was no point in crying, not now. But the silence in the room felt like a weight you couldn’t escape, and your heart ached in a way it never had before.

----

The next morning, the air between you and Law was thick with silence. It felt like a weight neither of you wanted to lift, but both of you knew it needed to be addressed.

You walked down the corridor of the ship, your mind replaying everything that had happened last night. His words, his cold tone, and how they made you feel—like an afterthought, like your feelings didn’t matter. You needed to shake it off, but it lingered.

As you neared the deck, you saw Law standing near the railing, staring out at the horizon. His usual composure was gone. There was something about the way he stood there—quiet, almost brooding—that made your chest tighten.

You stopped a few paces away, unsure whether you should approach or just walk by. But you didn't want this hanging over you any longer. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, and made your way toward him.

Law didn’t acknowledge you at first. His gaze remained on the horizon, but there was a noticeable shift in the air as you got closer.

“You were right to be angry last night,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. The words caught you off guard.

You blinked, surprised by his bluntness. “What do you mean?”

He exhaled slowly, his hands gripping the railing a little tighter. “I shouldn’t have said those things. I was out of line. I made you feel like your feelings didn’t matter, and I… I don’t want to make you feel that way again.”

There was no excuse, no deflection. He didn’t try to rationalize it. The rawness of his admission made something in your chest loosen.

“You fucked up,” you said, voice low but steady. “It wasn’t just about the words, it’s about how it made me feel. Like I wasn’t… important to you.”

“I know,” Law replied quietly, his voice carrying more regret than you had ever heard. “And I don’t want you to feel like that, not ever. I don’t want to make excuses… but I’ve been so caught up in my own shit that I couldn’t see what I was doing to you.”

You shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond. His words were hard to process, but there was something in them that felt different—something that wasn’t typical of Law.

He met your gaze, and for a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of the waves. “I won’t pretend I know how to do this right, but I will try. And I’ll show you through my actions, not just words.”

You hesitated, still feeling the weight of everything. “Actions? Like what?”

Law's gaze softened, and he stepped away from the railing, facing you fully. “Tonight… let’s take a break from the ship. No work. Just us. We can go somewhere quiet, somewhere we don’t have to worry about anything else. I’ll listen, I’ll be present. You deserve that, and I want to show you I can do better.”

The sincerity in his voice made you pause, the hesitation in your chest slowly melting away.

He didn’t need to explain it further; you could see the change in his expression, the way his eyes weren’t as guarded. The rawness of his apology spoke volumes, and his willingness to make an effort, to actually show you, made you feel something different—hope, maybe.

The night came, and as promised, Law took you somewhere away from the hustle of the ship. The moment felt intimate, unspoken, and just… peaceful. You didn’t have to say much; the quiet between you two now felt like understanding, not tension. No grand gestures. Just time spent together, away from the chaos, showing each other what words sometimes couldn’t express.

----

Mihawk

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale light across the castle grounds as the night stretched on. You stood near the balcony, overlooking the vast, quiet expanse of Kuraigana Island, trying to ease the tension that had been building between you and Mihawk for days. You didn’t understand it. He had always been quiet, always withdrawn, but this... this was different.

You had tried to speak to him earlier, but each time, he shut you down.

You walked up to him now, your voice breaking the silence of the night. “Mihawk,” you started softly, “we need to talk.”

Mihawk didn’t even look up from his sword. His posture was perfect, as always, but his eyes were distant. “I’m not in the mood for a conversation.”

Your stomach twisted. “You’ve been like this for days. I don’t even know what’s going on with you anymore.”

“I told you, nothing is wrong.” Mihawk’s tone was clipped, cold.

You stepped closer, frustration rising. “That’s not true. You’ve been shutting me out. You barely say anything when I’m around. It’s like you don’t even want me here.”

He sighed, setting the sword down on the stone table, the movement deliberate, almost as though he was choosing his next words with care. “I’ve been thinking.”

You crossed your arms, taking a step toward him. “About?”

Mihawk’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze dark and contemplative. “About this whole… situation.” He gestured vaguely toward the castle, as if the whole life they led was part of the problem. “About us.”

You frowned, stepping closer still. “Us?”

He hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with where this conversation was headed, but he kept going. “I’m not the kind of person who… needs company. I don’t need someone hovering over me, asking questions all the time.”

Your chest tightened, and you could feel the sting of those words more than you cared to admit. You’d always known Mihawk was a man of few words, but hearing him say it like this hit harder than expected. “So, what? You’re saying I’m annoying?”

Mihawk’s gaze flickered briefly to your face before he looked away, uncomfortable. “That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean, Mihawk?” you pressed, trying to keep your voice steady. “Because that sure as hell sounds like you’re pushing me away.”

He stood up straighter, his eyes hardening for a moment, but there was a flicker of something beneath the surface—something raw, something almost vulnerable. “I’m not pushing you away,” he muttered, though the words sounded like they were meant more for himself than for you. “I just… don’t know how to let people in.”

You stepped back, a sharp breath leaving your lips. His words were a dagger in your chest. “You don’t have to be perfect, Mihawk. But this… this is just too much.”

His face hardened again, the vulnerability disappearing behind that familiar, cold mask. “I didn’t ask for your sympathy.”

You recoiled, shaking your head. “It’s not sympathy, Mihawk. I’m trying to be here for you, but you won’t let me. You keep pushing me away.”

There was a long silence between you, the kind that stretched out too long, too thick to ignore. Mihawk stared at the floor, visibly struggling with something you couldn’t quite understand.

Finally, he sighed, his voice barely a whisper. “Maybe I’m better off alone.”

Your heart shattered with those words. The finality of them, the coldness, the impossibility of it, made it harder to breathe. You turned quickly, not wanting him to see the sting of his words on your face.

Without another word, you walked off, your steps heavy and purposeful.

----

You didn’t wait for him to speak. You didn’t need to. Mihawk’s words hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating everything between you. “Maybe I’m better off alone.”

You walked away before the sting of his words could settle, the sharp edge of them cutting through your chest. You didn’t care that he was still standing there, staring after you.

Your feet took you to your room in the castle, but even as you closed the door behind you, the world outside seemed to close in. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at your hands, trying to push the burn behind your eyes. But it was useless. The tears came, slow at first, then faster. You pressed your palms against your face, desperate to stop them, but they kept coming.

Why? Why did he say that?

Your heart ached, and you couldn’t figure out what hurt more—the words themselves or the realization that he didn’t want you around. Mihawk. The man who had kept everyone at a distance. The one who had never once asked for anything. And you—you—had thought maybe you could be the one person to change that. But you were wrong.

----

Meanwhile, Mihawk sat in his study, his mind tangled in his own thoughts. He stared out at the night sky, trying to drown out the regret gnawing at him. What have I done?

He had never been good with people, never good with emotions. I didn’t mean it. She shouldn’t have to feel like that.

His words had come out too easily, without thinking. He had pushed you away when all you had done was show him care, patience... love.

He let out a frustrated breath, the weight of his mistake pressing harder on him. She doesn’t deserve this.

He rose from his seat, walking to the window, gripping the ledge with clenched fists. What now? He had always been alone, but the thought of you not being there, of losing what little connection he had with you, hurt more than he could admit. He wasn’t sure how to fix it. He never knew how to fix things.

She’s not going to forgive me easily, is she? He sighed, the silence in the air heavier than the night sky before him. I have to make this right... somehow.

----

The following morning, Mihawk woke with a single thought in mind. He couldn’t stand the tension, the silence between you two. The words from the night before echoed in his head, but now all he could focus on was the idea of making things right.

You were still distant, and he knew he couldn’t just speak his way out of it. He had to show you, to prove that he cared, even if he had never learned how to express it properly.

He moved to the kitchen of his castle early that morning, preparing a quiet breakfast, his hands methodical as he selected fresh ingredients from his garden. He was no stranger to cooking—having lived alone for so many years meant he’d developed the skill, even if he didn’t often share it with anyone. But this time, it wasn’t about the food. It was about showing you, in his own way, that he didn’t want to lose you.

Mihawk worked in silence, chopping vegetables and herbs, carefully preparing a dish that, though simple, was made with genuine effort. He took his time—something rare for him, but he knew it was necessary.

Once everything was ready, he set the table, the soft clink of porcelain and silverware the only sound in the otherwise quiet room.

After a long moment, he took a breath, walked down the hall, and knocked on your door.

“Y/N,” Mihawk’s voice was quieter than usual, almost tentative. “I’ve made something. For you.”

You were sitting at the small desk by the window when you heard him. You turned slowly, your expression unreadable, and saw him standing there with a plate of food in his hands.

For a moment, there was silence between you, and Mihawk seemed to hesitate, unsure how to approach you. Then, finally, he stepped forward, setting the plate down on the small table beside you.

“I... I don’t know if this is what you wanted, but it’s what I could do,” Mihawk said, his voice steady but softer than usual. “I’m not good with words, but I wanted to show you I’m sorry.”

You stared at the plate for a moment, then back at him. You could see the subtle shift in his demeanor—his posture was less rigid, his expression more vulnerable than you’d ever seen before. You hadn’t expected this. He was never one to cook, and yet, here he was—offering you something he had prepared himself.

Tentatively, you reached for the fork, your fingers brushing against his as you took a bite. The taste was simple—fresh vegetables, some herbs—but it was good. Better than you expected, considering Mihawk's usual reliance on swords rather than culinary skills.

“It’s... really good,” you said softly, your gaze lifting to meet his.

Mihawk’s features softened, and for the first time, a small smile played at the corners of his lips. “I wanted to do something... something more than just apologizing. Words aren’t enough.”

You set the fork down, your hand resting on the table between you. “Mihawk,” you began, your voice barely a whisper, “I know you don’t always know how to show it. But you don’t have to shut me out. I just... I want to be here for you.”

Mihawk stood still for a moment, looking at you, taking in your words. It wasn’t easy for him to admit his feelings, but here, now, in the quiet of his castle, he finally let his guard down, even if just a little.

“I... don’t know how to do this,” he said slowly, his voice low. “But I don’t want to lose you. Not like this.”

You smiled, reaching out to touch his hand gently. “You don’t have to be perfect. Just be honest with me. That’s all I want.”

For the first time, Mihawk let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing as he sat down beside you. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes.

“I will,” Mihawk said, his voice steady now. “I will try, Y/N. I’ll try harder.”

And in that quiet moment, surrounded by the warmth of a simple meal and the weight of unspoken promises, you both knew that this was just the beginning—Mihawk, for the first time, letting someone in, and you, ready to stay by his side, no matter how hard the journey ahead might be.

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angelltheninth · 3 months ago

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Would you write one piece men with a size kink with Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Law, Crocodile, Doflamingo and Mihawkc please?

(Some are so tall that a size kink is inevitable)

That is true, a lot of these man are really tall! Great height if you ask me.

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro, Sanji Vinsmoke, Portgas D. Ace, Dracule Mihawk, Trafalgar Law, Crocodile, Donquixote Doflamingo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, gentle sex, praise, size kink, creampie, breeding kink, sub/dom dynamics, power imbalance

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A/N: Kinda looking forward to that new anime adaptation. Maybe this time we can get no fillers.

Zoro admires you for trying to take his dick after you only came once. He knows it won't happen, he needs to loosen you up with his fingers, spread you open on them and then when your pussy is begging to be filled push inside. While he can be rough in combat and harsh with you sometimes he is very careful when having sex with you. Almost like he's a different man, all soft and asking if you're okay, if you can still take more or should he stop.

Sanji constantly teases you by telling you that you can't take all of him and is more than happy to be proven wrong. When you come and he's barely half way inside of you he will get the most annoying smirk on his face and tell you he told you so. Should have listened to him, but then you get sick of his taunting and take his cock all the way at once. He has to admit that's impressive but still you shouldn't force yourself just for his pleasure, not that he doesn't enjoy it.

Ace feels bad about how big he is because he can always tell that taking his entire cock is a struggle for you, no matter the hole. Creampies might be one of his favorite things, and he really wants to get you pregnant when you're far into your relationship but even then he's careful while pushing his girthy cock into your tight wetness. His eyes roll back when he bottoms out. To him just the fact that you're willing to take all if him is a testament to how much you love him.

Mihawk honestly doesn't care if you can take all of him or not but he loves how he dwarfed you in size of everything. His fingers fill you so easily, his cock feels heavy on your tongue and in your hand, his body looms over yours. It's dominance and he doesn't even have to try that hard. Of course he can't deny the pleasure he experiences when you sit on his cock, taking him in fully and begging, mumbling for more, to be filled up and stretched out.

Law starts out very gentle and lets you get rougher, he usually encourages you to. The first time you took all of him he actually couldn't believe it, you were so determined too. Since then he never had sex with you without sheathing all of himself inside of you and watching your eyes roll back when he hits the deepest parts of you. Usually he had to hold back in previous relationships but not with you and that is very refreshing.

Crocodile barely gives you time to adjust to his length before fucking you so hard you almost pass out. The only thing keeping you conscious is that he is ordering you to be and you've never been able to refuse his orders, he was in charge. In his eyes you're his perfidious lover but also his favorite cocktoy, there's no pussy better than yours. He will tell you so too, every time you take him all the way in.

Doflamingo knows he's a bit too much for you but he never lets you pull away until he bottoms out in you. If you try to get away he grabs you harder and keeps you still. Smirks down at you, cooing at you, teasing you by going even slower do you can feel every inch of his dick splitting you open. Let the bruises on your hips and throat be a lesson to you, never try to get away from him when he's balls deep in your cunt.

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alwayssassydreamer · 26 days ago

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Show Me Your Desire

A/N: so since I've been sick for almost two weeks now I didn't get a whole story done and only managed to scribble some short snippets down and this is the result of me experimenting. I have never done something like this before so here's to the first try. You can thank @hakiofdreams for the character selection and the idea. Its basically one scenario for 5 different characters. Oh and sorry if I messed Lucci, Mihawk and Zoro up I usually don't write for them (and please no more requests for Mihawk and Lucci)

Part 2

Plot: you ate the Yoku Yoku No Mi - the desire desire devil fruit - that shows you glimpses of someones deepest desires when you touch them. Therefore you made sure to avoid touches and insight into those personal moments. But during a conference things get out of hand.

Warnings: none really, sfw, maybe some slight tinie tiny bit of angst, not proofread and I'm really sorry if it sucks 🙈

Characters: Law; Zoro; Sir Crocodile; Lucci; Mihawk (all separately) x GnReader

Crocodile:

You hadn’t meant to touch him.

The conference room was full of killers, and you had stayed quiet, unreadable as you were told because that was your strength. You were a broker one of the youngest allowed in this blood-soaked circle, not because of strength, but because you knew when to keep your damn mouth shut.

Except for when your fingers grazed his.

It had been a fleeting moment someone bumped your chair, your balance faltered, and your hand caught the edge of the armrest next to you. Except it wasn’t empty. Crocodile was already seated there, cigar in hand, gold hook resting on the table.

You touched his skin.

And everything shifted.

The vision hit like a freight ship.

You stood on a sandstorm-swept cliff, wind howling like a banshee. Crocodile was in front of you, bleeding, furious but not at you. "Don’t you dare - don’t you fucking dare leave me," he growled. You took a staggering step toward him. He grabbed your hand pressed his forehead to yours. "You’re all I have left."

And then it was over.

Your fingers recoiled like you’d been burned. Crocodile glanced at you sharply. The eye contact was brief, but he noticed. Of course he noticed. His gaze sharpened, a predator smelling a shift in the wind.

You forced yourself to look away. Pretended to jot notes but your hand, it trembled.

Later that night you were alone on the balcony of the summit villa, nursing a glass of wine and a headache. The sea below was black and endless and you were too lost in thoughts to hear him approach.

"You touched me."

You didn’t look back. “I lost my balance.”

Crocodile exhaled smoke behind you. It curled over your shoulder like a living thing.

"You saw something."

Silence.

He stepped closer. Not enough to touch but enough that you felt it. His presence was heavy, charged.

"Your Devil Fruit," he said slowly. "The rumors are true."

You turned then, eyes meeting his. "You were warned not to touch me."

His lips curled into something like a smirk but there was no humor in it. "I don’t fear little parlor tricks, little flower."

"It’s not a trick. I saw your desire."

You watched his expression and saw a flicker of tension, his jaw tightening, but he said nothing.

You went on anyway. "You don’t want power. Or revenge. You want….someone."

He flicked ash over the railing. "Lust is human." he said calmly, unimpressed even.

"It wasn’t lust."

Now he looked at you fully. Dark eyes, smoldering with something far more dangerous than anger.

"Then you saw too much." Was all he said before he walked away again.

The days that followed were hell.

Crocodile made sure to stay out of "touching range", but he hovered, always in your periphery. Always watching.

You felt it in the way your skin prickled. The way he lingered too long in every meeting. The way he said your name, like it was a secret he refused to keep.

And worse, the way he looked at you now was not indifferent.

You saw it, a piece of him no one else did. Something he buried deep under years of blood and sand and arrogance.

That made you dangerous.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about that vision. Not just what he wanted, but how desperately he wanted it. How broken and raw his voice had been when he said it.

"You’re all I have left."

The breaking point came the next night in the garden.

It was late. You were alone again - or so you thought.

"You don’t sleep much."

You turned. "And you don’t leave me alone." You said glaninc briefly at him.

He looked tired. Less composed. Shirt open at the throat. Cigar forgotten.

"Why?" you asked. "Why do you keep circling me like a hawk?"

"Because you took something from me," he said vpice low as he stepped closer to you.

"What?" You asked blinking confused.

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he reached out and this time, he touched you on purpose. Bare fingers, sliding along yours.

Another vision hit:

You, standing in the rain, bloodied, but alive. Him, cupping your cheek with his flesh hand, thumb caressing your skin. His hook protectively at your back like an oath. "I’ll protect you. Even if it kills me."

You gasped as the vision ended.

He didn’t let go. "You saw what I didn’t want anyone to know," he murmured. "That I’m tired of pretending I feel nothing."

"Why me?" you asked voice trembling, body shaking.

A beat of silence.

"Because you didn’t flinch," he said. "Even now, you look at me like I’m still a man."

"Are you?" you asked voice cracking

His lips twitched. "Would it matter?"

You didn’t answer just looked at him and he leaned in. Foreheads so close, breaths warm and mingling.

"You scare the hell out of me," you whispered.

"Good," he said. "That makes us even."

And then he closed the gap between you two. The kiss was a mistake, it was desperate, messy. Like trying to drown a fire and you pushed him away the first time. He let you, smirking, but not too far.

The second kiss wasn’t a mistake as you pulled him back giving in to the temptation, the desire, the need.

They said you tamed a monster.

They were wrong.

He was still a monster.

But now, when he burned the world, he burned it for you.

And when his enemies came too close, they didn’t face a sandstorm.

They faced a man willing to destroy the world just to keep your hands from shaking.

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Mihawk:

You stood in a candle-lit hall surrounded by the most dangerous men on the Grand Line, playing the part of a neutral mediator.

You didn’t expect him to be there or well maybe you did but you had just hoped he wouldn’t.

Dracule Mihawk. The Greatest Swordsman. Dressed in black and crimson, leaning against the far wall like a painting come to life.

He radiated silence. Precision. Control.

You made a point to avoid him after your last encounters with him. But fate didn’t care about your plans.

The chaos began when someone bumped into you, a minor captain, flailing, spilling wine.

You stumbled back and straight into Mihawk.

A bare hand caught your wrist. Just for a second.

And that was all it took for the vision hit you like a blade.

You, barefoot in his castle. Dressed in silk. Standing in front of a fire, wrapped in his coat. Mihawk behind you, eyes unreadable, fingers brushing your jaw. "Stay," he murmured in the dream. It was the most intimate thing you had ever seen from anyone, especially him.

And when you jolted back to reality, his gaze locked on you like he knew.

You quickly pulled away. "I-I’m fine, I’m sorry," you muttered, voice brittle.

He said nothing. But his stare lingered too long.

Later that night, you found yourself alone in the garden beneath the moonlight, trying to slow your racing heart. He found you again, silent as shadow.

"You saw something," Mihawk said, voice low and cutting. Not a question. A fact.

Your mouth went dry.

"I didn’t mean to," you admitted. "It only happens with skin contact."

"Interesting," he replied, stepping closer. "And what did you see?"

You looked up at him. His expression was unreadable. Cold, calculating… but something flickered behind his eyes. Hope? Fear? Annoyance?

"You were… home," you said carefully. "At peace."

That was not entirely a lie. But it also wasn't the whole truth.

But he accepted it. Barely.

"Keep your distance from now on," he said. "I don’t need you reading my mind."

"You think I want to?" you snapped. "I see things I never asked for. Every handshake, every shove, every accidental brush…..it’s a flood of everyone’s secrets. Do you know what that feels like?"

Mihawk’s expression didn’t change.

But his voice softened just slightly. "No. But I understand the cost of power."

He left before you could answer.

Over the next days, he avoided you. And you avoided him.

Except when you didn’t.

He lingered longer during briefings. Sat closer at the table. Your eyes met too often to be coincidence.

And then, it happened again.

A thunderstorm cracked over the island. You slipped on the rain-slick stone and someone caught you…….him again.

The vision rushed in.

You, in his castle again, dinner together, candles lit, a glass of wine before you, untouched because you were busy……kissing him, like it was the end of the world.

You jerked back, breathless, trembling.

He didn’t let go.

"Tell me," he said.

Your voice shook. "You want something you think you’re not allowed to have."

"Because it’s dangerous," he whispered. "Because I always win. And I’m afraid I’d ruin you."

You looked up, and your heart cracked open like a wound.

"Then stop touching me," you said. "Or stop pretending you don’t care."

The summit ended with deals were made and for once no blood spilled. But he didn’t leave.

He found you at the edge of the cliffside the next night. Wind in your hair. Sand crunching beneath your boots.

"I don’t know how to love gently," he said.

You turned. "I don’t need gentle. I need real."

Mihawk reached for you, slowly this time, and you let him. His fingers brushed your cheek, and the vision didn’t hit you like a wave.

This time, it bloomed.

It showed a future. A choice he had made. Not a fantasy, not a secret longing, just him, choosing you.

And for once, you saw your own desire reflected back.

When the vision ended, he looked down at you and he kissed you, it wasn’t fire. It wasn’t war. It was something infinitely more dangerous.

Surrender – him giving in to his desire.

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Lucci:

Lucci sat across from you now at a round conference table. He was silent, unreadable, flanked by the pigeon that watched you just as closely as its master. You kept your gloves on. You’ve heard the stories about CP0’s attack dog. Stoic. Merciless. Efficient.

Everytime you crossed paths with him you were surprised all over with how beautiful he was.

Not soft, never that. But there was a deadly grace in his stillness, the way his eyes rested like the flat of a blade on your skin. It was a look that said he knew what you were. What you were hiding.

You were extra careful. Until the second day of negotiations.

It happened fast. A flash of chaos during the midday meeting, two idiots broke into an argument, and someone flipped the table. You were shoved sideways, stumbling, and reaching out blindly to steady yourself.

Your bare hand crashed into Lucci’s wrist.

Shit.

Your world snapped away and the vision flashed before your eyes, flooding your senses.

Red silk sheets and low candlelight. Lucci was leaning against the headboard, half undressed, but it was not the lust that stole your breath, it was the quiet. You were there, beside him. Sleeping against his chest like you belonged there, his arm around you, watching you, like he was afraid you’d vanish. A calloused hand brushed a strand of hair from your face with infinite care, and in that moment, Lucci, the monster, the cipher, the assassin, looked more vulnerable than anyone you’ve ever seen. He wanted peace. He wanted you. And he’d never allow himself either.

The vision collapsed.

You ripped your hand back like you’ve been burned. Lucci’s expression didn’t change. Not one fraction.

But he knew.

You saw it.

After that you avoided him for the rest of the day. You sat far away from him instead, engaging in dry trade debates you barely heared. But Lucci was never far. Every time you glanced up, he was there in the corner, always watching. Not speaking. Not moving.

You dreamt of the vision that night. Of his hand brushing your cheek. Of a silence that felt like safety only to wake up breathless.

The next morning, he cornered you.

Not roughly, he simply appeared in the hallway outside your suite, leaning against the wall like he belonged there. The hallway was empty and the air was sharp with frost.

"I won’t ask what you saw," he said, his voice low and even, making you tense.

"But I would like to know," he added, stepping forward, "why it disturbed you."

Your throat tightened. "You touched me," you said carefully. "I don’t like that."

"You touched me," he corrected. "The reaction wasn’t fear. It was pity."

That hit a nerve. "So now you read minds too?" You asked a little harshly.

"No," he said, "just yours."

You wanted to deny it. You wanted to insult him. But his tone wasn’t cruel it was…..curious. Cautious, even.

"It’s dangerous for people to know what others want," he grumbled tilting his head, making you clench your fists. "Especially when what they want is you."

The silence between you was suffocating. Your heart hammered behind your ribs like it was trying to escape. "It doesn’t matter," you whispered. "You’ll never act on it."

He took one slow step forward. "You’re right." He said bluntly.

His presence was overwhelming, an aura of silent dominance, raw and coiled. But there was a strange gentleness to it now. A restraint that rattled you more than any threat could.

"You didn’t see a fantasy," he murmured. "You saw a possibility. That’s what’s dangerous."

And with that, he left.

The summit ended with a treaty. You should have felt relieved but instead you felt hollow.

You caught Lucci watching you again as the final ships left the port. His face was unreadable, but his eyes, those dark, unblinking eyes, held something you now understood.

Need. Not obsession, not hunger. Just Need.

You found a note tucked into your room before you left.

"You saw me unarmed. No one else ever has. That should frighten you. But if it doesn’t, come find me. I’ll be waiting. —R.L."

You didn’t sleep that night, you just sat with the letter in your lap, fingers trembling above your gloves.

You’ve always feared touch. But now? You feared the idea of never being touched by him again and so you decided to go after him.

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Zoro:

The room reeked of tension, gunpowder, old grudges, and barely veiled threats. It was supposed to be neutral ground, a temporary truce between pirate factions to discuss territory lines, enjoy the rum and food and make trades and deals. You didn’t trust any of it or them. Especially not the Straw Hats swordsman leaning against the wall like he owned the air around him.

Roronoa Zoro.

You had heard the stories, demon of the East Blue, three swords, no tolerance for weakness. You even saw him once in action and after that had maybe 2 or 3 run ins with him but that was it.

You expected cold glares and muscle-bound not his eyes to linger on you.

So when you handed him some documents for his Captain, Zoro’s hand briefly met yours and you froze as the vision set in slamming into you like cannon fire making your knees buckle under the force of it:

You - bloody, breathing hard, standing between Zoro and a faceless enemy. Your back to him, a sword in your hand, and defiance in your voice. “You’ll go through me first.” His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you away out of danger not because he didn’t trust you or because he thought you were weak but because he wanted to protect you to be your shield, to keep you from harm. And then it shifted…..you, in a quiet moment, tucked beside him. Sleeping. His hand buried in your hair, body curled protectively around you, eyes closed but still guarding. He didn’t just want your body. He wanted to protect you, he wanted your loyalty. Your fire. Your presence. He wanted you – all of you.

When you blinked, the vision snapped away. The noise around you from the other pirates was still there. No one noticed, no one paid attention. Except Zoro himself.

His gaze had sharpened and you pulled your hand back fast. Too fast, causing his brow to furrow.

That night you barely slept. The vision kept replaying in your head – how rare it had been. How genuine.

It made no sense. He barely knew you. Why would his desire involve you bleeding for him? Sleeping beside him? Protecting you like you were something sacred?

The next morning you kept catching him watching you after that. Silent. Focused. Not aggressive, but intense.

And you tried to avoid him…..but he didn’t let you.

"Why did you flinch?" he asked, his voice came out of the shadows while you were walking alone, heading back to the guest quarters. He stepped out from between two buildings like he’d been waiting.

"I didn’t," you lied.

He stared at you, then tilted his head. "You looked like you saw a ghost, when we touched."

"I don’t like being touched," you explained forcing a smile.

"Bullshit," he hissed.

"Why do you care?" you asked inhaling sharply.

Zoro’s mouth opened, but he paused because he didn’t have a snarky answer.

"I don’t know," he said, finally. "But I’ve been thinking about it too damn much."

You saw the storm in his eyes and you knew you shouldn’t but he was just as confused and torn as you were and so you told him your secret.

"The Devil Fruit I ate… shows me what people want. If they touch me." You curled your fingers into your gloves. "I don’t mean surface-level stuff. I mean their deepest desire."

"So… you saw mine?" he asked not blinking.

You nodded once.

He looked away. "What was it?"

"I’m not telling you."

"That bad?"

"No. That personal."

"Then I must’ve looked pathetic." He murmured jaw clenching.

You stepped forward, a little closer to him. "No. That’s the problem. You didn’t."

He looked at you then, really looked. "Then what’s the problem?"

You swallowed hard looking at him before answering. "It made me want it too."

Silence.

"What did you see?" he asked again now more persistent.

Your heart hammered. You reached up, tugged one glove off slowly, deliberately.

“Touch me again and find out.”

He stared but then stepped forward.

His hand lifted and for once, it wasn’t a brush, it was a grasp, fingers curling over yours like he needed to hold something steady. Maybe himself.

And you shared the vision with him:

You. His. In every way that mattered. Fighting back to back. Him protecting you. Sleeping side by side. Arguing and laughing and bleeding and living. The sword at your hip matched his. The way he held you wasn’t lust, it was fierce belonging. You weren’t his weakness. You were his anchor.

He dropped your hand like it burned him and backed away a step, breathing hard.

But this time it was you who took a step closer to him. "I saw you," you whispered. "And I didn’t want to run. I wanted to be in that vision."

He blinked once. Then twice.

And suddenly almost out of nowhere he kissed you.

It wasn’t elegant or practiced. It was the kind of kiss you gave when you didn’t have words, when you had seen something terrifying and beautiful and wanted to make it real.

After that you went with him, to stay close, to make the vision, the desire a reality. You never told the others what your fruit did though. You didn’t need to. Zoro never left your side. He didn’t say much but he didn’t need to.

And he always made sure to touch you, your bare skin because he wanted you to see it, see what he wanted, see what he desired, see how much he wanted you.

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Law

Why the hell were you in a room with infamous pirates, locked in a tense alliance negotiation, and thought it was a good idea to be bare-handed?

Your pulse thundered in your ears as you sat at the circular table. Law was directly across from you, arms folded, sharp eyes watching everything. You had met him once before during a cargo handoff and you were sure he didn't remember that. But you did.

Your fingers brushed a silver coin on the table.

"Keep your hands still," Law said without looking at you.

You froze, embarrassed. His voice was quiet but stern, laced with a kind of quiet authority that made the others look over.

You retracted your hand and folded it in your lap.

"Don’t be so harsh," one of the other pirates muttered at Law with a grin. "The little one flinched like you growled."

Law didn’t respond. But his gaze lingered on you a moment longer than necessary.

Hours passed. The summit devolved into shouting, threats, and chest-puffing. You remained silent, observing. Calm. Neutral.

Until someone, an impatient mercenary with more ego than brains, tripped behind your chair.

You reached to steady yourself. Your hand flew out and….Law grabbed your wrist.

The world split open and your vision blurred and suddenly you saw his desire.

A cold room. Snow against steel walls. You, panting, drenched, eyes furious. He reached for you, desperate. A plea in his voice. "Don’t walk away. Stay. Just stay this time." You stood your ground, shaking your head, tears in your eyes. "You don’t need me, Law." His hand cupped your jaw. Gentle. Trembling. "I do. I just don’t know how to say it without destroying you."

The vision snapped shut like a trapdoor and you gasped, ripping your arm away, your knees nearly giving out.

Law’s brows furrowed. "What did you see?" He urged to know.

Shit. He knew.

You didn’t say anything just got up and walked out of the room.

You found him later that night on the edge of the island cliff, the ocean churning below like a storm waiting for permission.

"You didn’t answer my question," he said without turning.

You stayed back. "I didn’t think you’d actually know what my power does."

"I make it a point to know what everyone in the room is capable of," he said. "But I didn’t think you’d use it. Thought you were smarter than that."

"I didn’t mean to."

His head tilted slightly, dark hair blowing in the wind. "Then tell me. What did you see?"

You hesitated for a moment eyes shifting towards the ground. "You… asking me to stay."

He went quiet. So did the wind. And the waves in the ocean beneath it seemed.

"And what did you say?" he asked softly.

"I said you didn’t need me."

His laugh was low, bitter. "Typical. Even in my dreams, I drive people away,"

"No," you said quickly. "That wasn’t….It wasn’t like that. You… You were scared of hurting me. That’s not selfish. That’s human."

Law turned towards you, and for the first time, he looked vulnerable.

"I didn’t want you to see that," he said.

"I didn’t want to see it either," you replied, truth cutting between you. "Because now I can’t stop thinking about it."

He began avoiding you after that, making sure to keep his distance. His eyes were colder, calculations behind every word. But it wasn’t hatred, it was fear. You knew too much now. You had seen a version of him he barely admitted to himself.

And you couldn’t forget it.

You saw it in the way he stared at your hands, never touching you again.

In the way he tensed every time you stood near. He hadn’t spoken of the vision since, but you felt it constantly, the weight of possibility, just out of reach.

Until you broke first.

You cornered him one evening, at the medical bay. Just the two of you, surrounded by clean linens and the quiet hum of solitude.

"I can’t keep pretending I didn’t see it," you said. "Didn’t see what you want."

Law leaned against the counter, silent.

"You want someone who stays," you continued, stepping closer. "You want to let someone in. But you don’t know how. And you’re terrified that if you try, you’ll break them. That I’ll break."

His jaw clenched but you kept going. "I’m not afraid of you, Law. I’m afraid of how much I want to reach for you."

His head lifted, eyes sharp. "Don’t," he said firmly.

"Why not?"

"Because I’m already thinking about what I’d do to keep you."

The confession cracked the silence like thunder. He stepped closer, finally, hand raised, not touching, just hovering near your face.

"I’ve spent years pushing people away because it was easier. Cleaner. You saw what I wanted… and now I can’t stop imagining it."

"Then take it," you whispered. "Just don’t lie to yourself anymore."

And for the first time, he touched you willingly.

No vision came.

Because you didn’t need to see his desire anymore.

You already felt it.

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