cw: agent00 x betasquad!reader, slightest angst, comfort, bugs, panic attack, corny title sorry 💔
sypnosis: constantly being pit against eachother because of their competitive personalities is typically blamed for thick tension between the two that lingers off camera. agent quickly disproves this theory after acting on his aching need to comfort the reader.
you often wished you were more like niko. he was an effortless leader. patient, assertive, diplomatic, all wrapped up in a quiet hunger to win. people said the same about you, especially when talking about the sibling-like bond you shared with him. but for you, the need to win didn’t just live under the surface it pulsed through every part of your being, louder and more consuming than it ever did in niko.
your personality clashed directly with agent's. ends on ends of twitter threads featured clips outlining the so-called fued between you, tension palpable through the screen. niko somehow managed to keep things civil with agent, despite their competing ambitions. but you? there was something about him you couldn’t bring yourself to stand. maybe it was the way he carried himself, cool and collected amongst the chaos of his brothers. maybe it was how he let his stares linger, or spoke with that infuriating calmness, like nothing ever really got to him.
and maybe, deep down, you hated how much of that unsettled you.
you assumed agent shared this dislike. he never shied away from the demeaning comments as soon as you were in earshot. everything he did seemed to hold the pure purpose of milking a reaction out of you. and on days like this, that feeling only got worse.
you stood awkwardly at the craft table, abandoned by sharky to converse with the rest of amp before the shoot started. having done the box video with your own boys should've given you an upper hand on the other boys, but you couldn't have felt more defeated going in. you had almost tapped out during the try not to move challenge during previous video, and weren't feeling confident if the challenge reappeared. fear fueled the silent war waging in your head, soon interrupted by a sickeningly smooth voice.
“i like your outfit.” agent chuckled warmly, taking his time to drag his eyes up and down your frame.
you stared down at your white jumpsuit clad body, resisting the urge to roll your eyes before responding, “don't look too bad yourself.” quickly, maybe even calculated to the untrained eye.
agent however, saw deeper into the unbothered facade you tried to portray to mask the fear plaguing your bones. he always found a way to see right through you. your words were defensive, empty if you will.
“having regrets?” he questioned. it came less sarcastic than usual. his tone was softer, if that was even possible. he held more worry than anything. despite his tendency to provoke you, he cared much more than he let on. it almost made things feel real.
“worry about yourself, yeah?” your eyes glinted playfully, building you walls up even more. letting him in on your fears only gave him leverage against you, which was the last thing you needed.
you held eye contact as you reached past him for a grape, closing the space between you. he didn’t move. his breath hitched. you were close, close enough for him to catch the soft vanilla scent emitting from your body.. it messed with his head more than he wanted to admit. the noise from the boys playfully arguing in the background suddenly faded out for him, as if someone had turned down the volume.
“i'll see you in there, din.” you breathed out, before turning on your heel and in the direction of the rest of the boys.
agent turned around, desperate to hide his flustered appearance. large hands gripped the edge of the craft table as he tried to steady himself. he hated how easily you were able to make him second guess himself. a word or even a look and his typical effortless confidence could be shot in a matter of seconds. all he could do was play it off as more hate then pining.
denying his feelings to himself appeared easier, especially considering the public image they both upheld. he could run from the issue while still keeping her relatively close.
nobody else could ruin something he already sabotaged himself.
you hadn't expected yourself to get this far in the game. pairing yourself with fanum during the knowledge game, your high spice tolerance, and sharky's ability to win over the speed date contestant carried you relatively far on.
you stood behind niko, hands on his shoulders as he sat doubled over, fighting off the pain from the hot wings. sweat beaded at his forehead, small groans coming out every now and then. aj and sharky stood on either side, the three of you trying to talk niko through it. he was one of your strongest contenders and losing him could've led to a loss for the entire of beta squad.
aj's far from quiet pep talk caught the attention of agent. he used the situation as a ploy to coax niko out of the box.
“i think he's got it, thanks.” you turned over your shoulder to cut im before he could continue, acting as a barrier between him and niko.
agent didn't stop. he took a few strides to situate himself behind you, mouth close to your ear. “you really think you can do it without him?” his voice was only loud enough for you to hear. low and dangerous. you were sure his mic picked it up anyway, already envisioning the edits that would soon appear on your timeline.
niko lifted his head, hands still clutching his stomach, somehow being somewhat coherent in his current state. “you clearly haven't met her if you think she can't.” he jokingly muttered out before dropping his head again.
agent looked amused at niko's response. you turned your head slightly, eyes now locked on his. “you don't seem too confident. odds aren't really in your favor though are they?” agent's lip quirked up as he spoke.
thoughts began to consume every fold of your brain. he knew, reading you like it's absolutely nothing. you knew that you weren't on the best of terms with agent, but you didn't think he would stoop as low as using your fears against you. maybe he watched beta's video or maybe he saw something you failed to hide.
you allowed hurt to wash over your face for a split second, leaving agent's to drop in confusion, the ghost of a smile still present. your stomach twisted and suddenly, it started to feel like something more than just a stupid game.
“fuck off.” accent thicker than usual, dripping like venom from your lips. you snapped your head back to niko. agent didn't have time to decipher your actions, being brought into a conversation by davis and fanum.
he allowed himself a moment to glance back, taking in you clenched jaw and you tried to reassure niko. he shook himself back to reality, not giving himself the chance to wonder if he had gone too far. if he had ruined everything that the two of you built, even if it was based on trying to beat the other.
the rest of the challenge was awkward to say the least, tension filling the empty spaces of the container. agent's attempts at reconciliation between the two of you were met with silence. you refused to meet his eye, taking a harsher shot at his heart than he expected it would.
the challenge dawned upon the group faster than they expected, breaking up the light conversation between everyone. you stood quietly in the circle as they distributed straight jackets, hands becoming more and more unsteady by the second. a warm hand grazes your shoulder, gently turning you around to face it's owner.
he didn’t speak at first. he just looked at you. really looked. it seemed like he was trying to figure you out, taking in every feature to do so
“talk to me, please.” agent begged, not worried at the trials they would soon face. he couldn't focus in such a state. “i can't focus on anything else if you keep acting like you hate me." he continued, eyes darker than usual. he couldn't understand why you looked so utterly betrayed after their conversation or why you had quieted down when the round started.
“agent and Y/N, can you please have a seat with the rest of the players?” the automated voice rang out, catching the attention of the remaining players in the glass box.
you blinked, abruptly removing yourself from agent's hold and taking a seat in the furthest corner away from him. he paused for a second before of course sitting across from you, back leaning uncomfortably against one of the black posts to do so.
“you really don't know when to quit, man.” aj barked out a laugh, pointing out agent's behavior. “honestly this is the most entertained i've been all day” he started to ramble.
you rolled your eyes, but not without a smile suppressed behind your teeth tugging at your bottom lip. “he has a point.” you finally muttered out, catching agent off guard. he didn't know how badly he yearned to see you smile or hear your voice until being deprived of it. he let his nerves settle slightly, but not enough to drop the concern entirely.
the first level was simple. one of the dogs had perched itself on your criss crossed legs for a moment, before wandering over to aj who struggled a bit harder to remain composed.
the next level had your stomach bubbling in purr discomfort. the rolling of the various bugs and snakes into the tight space caused your breathing to pick up on instinct. this didn't go unnoticed by niko, but his current position didn't allow him to properly calm you without losing the game altogether.
“you lot got this. nothing we haven't done before.” niko attempted to keep spirits high between you and aj. aj gave you both the slightest of nods in return, a small encouragement for you and an i'm okay for niko.
agent noted the way you let your eyes close, teeth coming down harder and harder to gnaw at your lips. fear wasn't something he had seen you adorn often, if not at all.
your chest heaved at a rapid pace as a snake was placed around your neck. maggots and roaches followed suit. your skin burned, eyes glossing over.
“hey, hey, look at me.” you heard agent's voice, yet your eyes remained staring at the ceiling unable to face the reality of your situation. “you're okay. i'm right here. just breathe. just look at me, please.” he spoke in hushed tones as to not alert the other boys in the box. not that they would notice over fanum's mix of laughs and screams as niko's shouted for help.
you reluctantly let your eyes flicker down to meet his, met with a longing adoration. his chest tightened at the sight of you. he wanted nothing more to reach out. hold you and tell you that everything would be alright. that somedays he feels he needs you more than he needs air to breathe.
tears began to slowly leak down as you tried to level out your breathing. “breathe, y/n. in and out. don't think about it, focus on me.” he tried his best to calm you. the task was easier said than done as the snake continued to wrap around your throat. “don't think about it, just listen to my voice.”
a few minutes passed of agent talking about what he'd do with the money, what he ate for breakfast this morning, a shoot he had done earlier in the week; anything possible to calm you down. slowly your breathing steadied again.
“sorry.” you laughed, faint tear streaks painting your face. wet lashes rapidly blinked to keep any lingering tears at bay. “this is dramatic.” you wished you could wipe your tears, pretending that you didn't have a panic attack for millions of viewers to analyze and replay.
“no, no. being scared isn't dramatic. it's human.” he negated your thoughts. his voice was firm. like he couldn't be more sure about anything.
“this level is over.” the voice played over the box's speakers yet again, handlers coming in to remove the animals from each player.
upon the end of the round, you immediately stand, shaking off the feeling of things crawling around her body. niko patted your back, whispering a good job in your ear before moving to check on aj.
you turned around, forced to face agent who was seemingly waiting for you. your held your arms crossed around your front, hugging your body as if they were preventing you from falling apart. you stared at eachother for a moment, letting comfortable silence consume you.
“thank you.” you finally spoke. your voice was raw, something unfamiliar to agent.
instead of responding, he pulled his body into yours, arms coming to envelop you into his. you kept yours crossed in front of you, yet leaned your body into his.
you let out a breath, relief washing over you. your muscles relaxed, head coming to lean in the crook of his neck. you completely zoned out the whistle fanum let out and the complaints from niko about the bites littered across the back of his neck, letting it blur into background noise. you allowed peace to slowly overtake your body.
he pulled his head back, arms still tangled around your waist. he stayed silent for a beat. “anytime.” he answered so softly you almost missed it.
his arms retracted from you. he turned on his heel, going to talk to chris and fanum. the warmth faded into cold. the echo of his touch settled against your skin.
your feelings felt like they were too much to bare, the small room not helping.
you had tried so hard to reject his touch, but you couldn't help but yearn for more occurrences like this.
secure, raw, just unapologetically yourselves.
hi!!! this is my first time writing for amp so sorry if everything's kinda everywhere 😞. requests are open for both beta and amp though!!
warning: fluff, hurt/comfort, injurys, smoking, unspecified age gap, past relationship with Smoker, no use of Y/n
Summary: She had once belonged to the Navy, but the Golden Hook had promised her so much more – given her so much more. A seemingly failed mission finds her reunited with her former superior. How long can she endure the smoke, when will his lonely heart give up on her until her beloved husband comes for her?
Word count: 4395
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Back then, as a young woman, with an uncertain future in her small village on a tiny island almost in the middle of nowhere, she had no real prospects.
Either she would, like her neighbours and her own family, sell whatever her well-tended garden and trees produced to the traders who came by, or she would try her luck on other islands.
A simple, peaceful life.
But something had drawn her to the sea; something - or rather, someone with white hair, who had made a stop on her island with the large navy ship, had captivated her back then.
“You’re in the Navy…what’s it like out there?” she had dared to ask as the taller man stood before her, gazing at the fruit.
A snort as he blew the smoke from his two cigars out through his nose whilst looking at her.
“It’s righteous and deadly, because we ensure your safety and protect you from the pirate scum” the answer was as harsh as it was honest.
An answer that both unsettled and fascinated her at the time as she wrapped up the colourful fruit for which he had even tipped her.
“Can anyone join the Navy?” her question came out faster than she’d thought, and she held back as the taller man turned back to her.
His gaze wandered over her, not disparagingly, but rather appraisingly.
A hint of a smile on his lips as he turned away, “Come to the pier at eight o’clock sharp tomorrow…from then on, call me Captain Smoker.” Those were the words that had driven her to the Navy.
Perhaps it was her youth back then, more than ten years ago, when she left her island behind and joined the crew commanded by Smoker.
A crew she belonged to, where she became friends with Tashigi, the blue-haired girl who explained and taught her the basics...yet it was the evening training that Smoker himself insisted upon.
The sword training and marksmanship drills pushed her beyond her physical limits in close combat; throughout it all, he kept a watchful eye on her and the others, helping in his own way, and Tashigi herself was the one who teased the captain, noting that he seemed somehow happy.
Perhaps back then it was admiration for the white-haired man, whose power from the Devil Fruit had frightened her when she first saw him.
The power of his Moku Moku no Mi.
Yet behind all the smoke, behind his gruff manner, she found his heart, and behind her determination, he found hers.
A relationship that probably existed in every regiment, in every group, in every part of the Navy.
With Smoker, knowing that he felt something for her, those evenings when she came to him, when everyone was asleep, feeling his arms around her as he pulled her close – there was a gentleness in him that she would never have credited him with when they first met.
Sitting on his lap, simply leaning against him, the smell of smoke always surrounding him, she could taste the whisky in every kiss he entwined her in.
Every now and then a smile would cross her lips and a sigh would escape her as he kissed his way gently yet deeply up her neck and across her shoulders, whilst they spoke of everything and nothing.
No topics, no tasks, no rules – a time that belonged only to the two of them.
“My best recruit, a beauty for the ship” he murmured, his smile infecting her as his fingers moved from her hip to her cheek.
His rough touch was gentle, Smoker had a certain cold to him as her fingers moved along his chest.
The Captaien brushed a strand of hair behind her ear; Smoker looked at her just as he had back then.
“I never thought my life would turn out this way” she confessed, averting her gaze as if she might find something in the subdued light of the lamp - an answer, a memory of those days.
It was Smoker’s fingers that made her look at him again.
“I always knew there was something special about you from the moment I saw you” he confessed, feeling himself draw her closer once more, another kiss as he led her to the bed.
His upper body felt pleasant as she leaned against him; she snuggled up to Smoker, who smiled as she was always the first to fall asleep during their nightly meetings.
His fingers played with a few strands of her hair as he looked at her, letting the calm wash over him, relaxing in the knowledge that she was with him.
A sleep in which his hand held her body, a couple in love together in the Navy…that could have been her life.
That could have been their life together forever.
Until that moment, another mission involving some wanted pirates who had stopped off at an island. Practically a job that took care of itself until they saw the state they were in, or rather, why.
The Jolly Roger flag, the skull and crossbones, surrounded by biscuits – an unusual sight, two contrasts; pirates weren’t sweet, not sugary – they were brutal, ruthless and deadly.
“I want every pirate scum from the crew inside the ship before sunrise!” Smoker’s order rang out across the deck as she disembarked with the other ground troops, a move she had made many times before.
The first prisoners were quickly apprehended; she moved slightly away from her group when she saw someone hurrying down a street.
“Stop in the name of the Marine!” she shouted after him, following as best she could, her rifle held firmly in her hands, ready for whatever was to come.
Stone walls closed in; she could still see the shadows as a door closed.
As things grew quieter and more subdued, she crept forward, hearing sounds coming from the building - somewhat dilapidated, yet seemingly inhabited.
Sending a signal to the others, knowing where she was, she stepped through the door with a deep breath; the rifle aimed at the first thing she saw made her pause.
The interior was old and ragged, the smell of biscuits in the air as the man knelt before a group of children, holding out biscuits to the ragged figures.
“Please-not here, let me look after the children...then take me with you” he pleaded, not attacking her; instead, everything he had in a bag was nothing but biscuits, bread and food.
He carried no weapon save for a small dagger with which he had cut the bread; his clothes were simple, and even as she thought of the ship, he seemed almost unremarkable.
Was this what a pirate looked like?
Was this how a pirate behaved?
The frightened children hastily took the food and retreated into the darkness of the room as the man stood up with his hands raised.
“What? What sort of crew are you?” she asked, the rifle still pointed at him, though her finger was not on the trigger.
The children shouldn’t see this, shouldn’t have to live like this. “The Cookie Pirates - we mostly take food from you and give it to others” a brief explanation.
An explanation that turned her stomach, given that just moments before she’d been on the verge of shooting someone so kind.
The Navy locked up pirates, killed them if necessary - which happened more often than she’d liked at the start.
She was in the Navy because she believed in the goodness of her deeds, in Smoker’s words, in a leadership that had to exist. Yet she herself did not stand for such a thing – not for killing what was good.
Wordlessly lowering her guard, avoiding his gaze, “Go quickly, I didn’t see you” she said to the man, gesturing for him to leave whilst she looked back at the children who had already started eating the bread.
The man hurried past her, thanking her, and out of the house back onto the streets, but only moments later she heard the crash and the shouts.
Rushing to close the door behind her, hoping the children would be all right, she hurried towards the noise.
A noise linked to a scene that was familiar to her: Smoker had hurled the pirate against the wall with the smoke and was well on the way to knocking him unconscious.
“Captain, stop!” she shouted at Smoker, grabbing his arm as if it would make a difference; instead, her hand passed right through him.
“Have you lost your mind? They’re pirates!” he snapped back, the smoke enveloping the other man.
She knew she could do nothing against the Devil Fruit, could do nothing to stop it.
Yet her attempt to touch him seemed to make him pause, at least for a moment, as he threw the pirate to the ground.
“These pirates aren’t doing this for themselves, but to give to the poor!” she pointed to the few crumbs that had fallen from the pirate’s pocket.
Smoker’s eyes narrowed for a moment as he looked at the scum he’d been hunting for as long as he could remember, before turning back to her.
He placed his hand on her shoulder, “No matter what they use it for, they’re breaking the law. They’re pirates and they’ll pay for it” before he could continue, she slapped his hand away.
Stepping between her lover and the pirate, pointing her rifle at him; even though she couldn’t hurt him, the gesture was clear.
“Evil and injustice must be punished, but these are good pirates. I won’t stand for that!” she retorted, a fact she had drummed into him time and again.
Good, like evil, took many forms, and she would stand up for the good.
Smoker stubbed out his cigarette, sighing in annoyance and irritation.
“Get out of my way. That’s an order” Smoker told her, not speaking to the man she loved. Standing before her was the captain.
“No! Please, Smoker, just this once!” she tried to appeal to the heart they had once shared.
The smoke that suddenly surrounded her, the bullet that simply passed right through him as she could see nothing more, the dark grey deepening.
She tried to reach out for him, but it didn’t work.
“You belong to the Navy, to me, that’s what we do” she heard his words as, in the first moments, the smoke suddenly vanished and Smoker was gone, along with the pirate fort.
She on the other hand, remained behind in the street, the rifle still in her hands as her heart pounded in her chest.
Ripping the navy cap from her head and throwing it to the ground.
She didn’t want a life like that...she didn’t want someone like Smoker, who refused to see the good in her heart.
She didn't return to Smoker's that day; she stayed behind in the town.
He didn’t come back for her either.
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All that was so long ago; her life had now entered a completely new chapter.
Perhaps it was ironic that what she was doing now was heading in a completely different direction. That she was seen as an enemy of the Navy whilst others idolised her.
It could all have been a bad joke.
Yet the cold metal of the golden hook on her back, his confident strides beside her, let her know that it wasn’t.
She only had to look up, at the jet-black hair, the scar across his nose, into those captivating golden eyes, to be sure he was with her.
“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” the older man asked without looking down, the cigar smouldering between his lips and the smoke enveloping him slightly.
An amused, slight shake of the head as the hook moved away from her back and she clung lightly to his arm.
The couple’s footsteps echoed through the vast building, leaving the desert heat behind closed doors and stone walls.
“Is it that obvious? Our first meeting, back when you still had a lonely Marine soldier in front of you” she confessed; now it was the taller man’s turn to snort in amusement and take one last drag on the cigar before it vanished into the sand.
As Crocodile stopped, his hook rested against her side, golden eyes gazing down at her.
“You know that even back then, I only ever saw my Miss.Heart back then” he began, running his ring-adorned hand up her arm, stroking her cheek as the hook pulled her a little closer to him.
“Now I see my wife” he whispered to her as he bent down slightly to draw her into a tender kiss.
His warmth was familiar, caring; the heavy coat over his shoulders covered her as he stood before her.
Yet his touch upon her was ever-present, never letting go, never straying from her as her hand held his, the golden ring on both their fingers.
Marriage had brought a new chapter to her life, with a man who was so much greater than Smoker, than the Navy, than her life.
From the initial agent, his Miss Heart, to his wife - a path full of struggles, blood and death.
Full of work she had once shied away from...yet ever since he had sought her out back then on the island, his hook gleaming in the light as he handed her the map in person, the two of them had found their way back to each other time and again.
At first she was his, a pawn he sent out, whose information helped him as she spied on the Navy in another group not under Smoker.
With every report, every completed task, Crocodile seemed to care more and more for her.
Well, perhaps it was the heat of Alabastia, the dry wine, or the food for all the agents; in the end, he asked her to stay, which led to their first physical intimacy.
Who could say when the golden sun of days gone by illuminated their naked bodies as she lay on the bed wrapped in his coat and Crocodile had drawn the blanket over his lower half, as golden eyes gazed at her and he smoked his cigar.
Who could say when love began and when work ended – did it matter, since they had found each other?
Slowly breaking away from the kiss, his gaze was eager, yet she knew there would be time for that later.
Letting her hand wander to his tie, she pulled it slightly tighter; his gaze fixed on her as she did so, he knew how much she loved helping him look his best.
“If my husband will excuse me, I have a job to do” she purred; the smile on his lips was amused as he let her go.
Golden eyes watched her until she disappeared; Sir Crocodile could not have guessed that this would be the first mission that wouldn’t go quite as it was supposed to.
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It was a mission like almost any other: move in later, hang around in a bar near a naval base until some love-struck guy wanted to take her back to his cabin for a drink.
Let them think they could have her.
As soon as the door closed, his hands were already on her body, and one deft blow later, he was lying unconscious on the floor.
Greedy bastard she thought to herself as she pulled his body slightly to the side and took his keys and cards before slipping out of his room and continuing through the base.
A layout she knew well from years past; she just needed a few details on kingdoms, battle plans, and ship routines before she could slip away again.
Information that would help the Crocodiles with their planning as she slipped into the command room.
At this late hour, there were only a few patrols left; the two men in the room, half-asleep at the consoles, were an easy target for her.
Everything seemed to be going like clockwork: gathering data from the computers, stashing away plans, and recording calls, occasionally listening in on the base to make sure no one was coming.
Just as she was about to turn and rush back out the door, she saw something out of the corner of her eye.
At the last moment, she dodged to the side as the smoke rushed past her and nearly hurled her against the wall.
“I should have known you were the traitor” Smoker said, disappointed in himself, crushing his cigars as the captain stood just a few meters away from her.
“You should have investigated your suspicions sooner!” she replied, trying to rush to the door, knowing that once he got his hands on her, she wouldn’t stand a chance against his Devil Fruit.
She carelessly threw objects at him, anything to distract him, but just as her hand reached for the doorknob and she was about to open the door, a hand clamped over her mouth.
She could feel the cold smoke behind her manifest into Smoker.
“You shouldn’t have come back,” he growled at her before his smoke robbed her of the air she needed to breathe.
Her attempts to break free as the waves of unconsciousness washed over her were in vain, and minutes later her body was held limply by him.
His gaze was fixed on her, bitterness in his eyes as he looked at the woman who had killed so many of his men, who had caused so much damage - a woman whom he nevertheless held gently as he walked with her into the inner levels of the base.
Smoker could sense that behind all the frustration and rage, there was still something in his heart that hadn’t forgiven itself for not having come back for her back then.
Smokers footsteps echoed loudly on the floor as he walked through rooms and corridors, down to the lowest interrogation rooms where he sat her body in the chair; it seemed like a cruel joke as he chained her to it.
“You really shouldn’t have come back” he muttered, lighting another cigar and waiting for her to wake from her faint.
His gaze wandered over her; she was older, but so was he.
They both seemed more mature, stronger, more composed in the things they did; they had changed and were the same... yet on her hand was a gold ring, and on his, there was none.
A realization that made him bite down harder on his cigar; their relationship back then had been far too young for either of them to have ever considered such a thing, yet now simply knowing that she had a completely different life.
A life filled with love, a partner by her side, and he had none - it bothered him more than it should.
Moments, long minutes, as he leaned against the wall, knowing that Tashigi and others under his command would soon be looking for him, that his stepping out of line would reach Garp’s ears.
But now, in the moments that followed, as he saw the twitch, the opening of her eyes as she came to, it didn’t matter.
A cough as the smoke still burned in her lungs.
“You’ve always treated pirates more harshly…are you getting soft?” she teased, though he knew full well he could have hurt her badly.
That he could have simply suffocated her up in the command room; his steps came toward her as he looked down at her.
Smoker’s hand moved toward her face, presumably to touch her cheek, but he pulled it away when she tried to bite it, which led him to slap her - not hard, but stinging.
“You’ve become vulgar, degenerated into an agent because of Baroque Works” he growled, blowing the smoke from his cigar into her face as the chains rattled.
Her attempt to free herself from them was relatively easy in itself, but with Smoker there, he would have caught her again immediately.
“If only you knew the whole picture, Smoker. You would have wished you’d come back” she replied, her smile not sitting well with Smoker.
As his gloved hand rested on her throat, warningly, his gaze drifted down to her hand.
A look of realization flashed in her eyes when she knew he’d seen the ring, and he jerked away from her.
“You wanted to stand up for what’s right, and now this. No, you should wish you’d come to me” he hissed.
The ash from his cigar crumbled to the floor as the smoke slowly crept up her legs, the air growing thinner, stickier, smokier.
Her heart was pounding wildly, her facade of amusement on the verge of cracking as the smoke enveloped her once more.
She would remain silen for the company, but above all for her husband.
Crocodile showed before her inner eye as the darkness of fainting, brought on by the thin air, overtook her again after a few moments.
A back-and-forth game: he tried to elicit answers from her, she tried to appear uninvolved.
The hours filled with helplessness and pain, Smoker could have hurt her so much worse, and yet he didn’t.
Neither when he brought her into the room nor when, hours later, he left her alone in the room.
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She didn’t know how long she had been unconscious in the uncertain darkness that had brought her relief.
The smell of smoke was faint, but still there as she breathed, her eyes opening and closing as the room seemed too bright.
Not the harsh light of the neon tubes, cold and demeaning—no, the light she had seen was natural.
She rubbed her hand over her eyes, realizing she was no longer bound as she forced herself to open them.
She was no longer in that room; she lay in a large bed all too familiar to her, the balcony door open as the desert sun shone in, warm and bright.
The smell of smoke didn’t come from a cigarette as her gaze fell on the tall figure sitting at the desk.
“Crocodile” his name slipped from her lips, her throat dry, her voice slightly cracked as his gaze lifted from the files on his desk.
Instantly he appeared at the bed; she had never seen such concern in his gaze as his hand rested on hers, his arm gently helping her into a sitting position.
“Forgive me dear, I should have come sooner. I underestimated that wretched scum. I’ll never let that happen again” his voice serious as he sat down by the bed, looking down at her as she held onto his hand.
The relief, despite what had happened, that she was with him again, that he was with her, that it wasn’t a dream.
Her slight shake of the head spurred him on in his resolve against the Navy as he handed her a glass of water that was sitting on the small table next to the bed.
The cool drink was balm for her throat as she sighed, “It’s not your fault…it will never happen again because there is no next time for Smoker” she managed to say, the expression in her golden eyes turning to admiration as he looked at his wife.
His fingers gently brushed her cheek; the smell of smoke was a bit stronger, yet familiar, swirling around her in a comforting way.
His cigars had a different scent than Smoker’s - a small detail she liked to lose herself in, reminding her that she was no longer in that dark room.
Though her body ached slightly, and she was still recovering from the colorful bruises, and though she had only just woken up, he could see her desire for revenge.
A look in her eyes - something he knew they shared.
“He’s mourning a closed chapter” she added, running her fingers over the wedding ring on Crocodile’s hand, a smile full of pride on his lips as she signaled to him that she wanted to get up.
Trusting her, he offered her his hand, supporting her as she slid out of bed and the luxurious carpet kept the cold of the tiles at bay.
His gaze remained on her as she walked slowly with him toward the balcony, out into the warmth; the gold of his hook glinted as they stood outside.
She took a deep breath, the fresh air was pleasant as the couple let their gaze wander over the city and the vast desert.
“I’ll kill him myself, I promise you that dear” hearing him say, the tip of his hook scraping against the stone railing, his tension visible as she knew he wouldn’t forgive himself for letting things get this far.
Leaning lightly against him, she felt his hand on her hip as he held her, his warmth pleasant, the soft coat familiar.
For a moment, the fear that had still been gnawing at her just hours ago subsided; now that she had Crocodile back with her, now that she was with him, that gnawing feeling was replaced by love.
Love and a desire for revenge.
A laugh escaped her as she saw the image before her, the revenge, finally able to put everything that had happened behind her.
“Our wedding vows, we would do everything together. Kill him and take his Devil Fruit” she reminded him, and his gaze turned to her as he, too, had to laugh.
Maybe he was a bit too bold, moving too quickly, but the couple had set their sights on Mister.0 and Miss.Heart, they would strike at the first opportunity.
The plan was set in stone as she turned to her husband; Crocodile held her gently as he pulled her into a final kiss.
Everything Smoker had done to her, everything she had endured, none of it mattered now that she had found safety and love.
To feel him, to feel his hand on her, to know that she was his desert queen as he traced the ring on her finger.
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info: I've heard Paris is absolutely lovely at this time of year ;) I love them both! Super happy how this turned out.
it was just an off-handed comment when you saw he was about to leave the room without it. it’s true: the hat was cute, but it was also quite silly in your eyes, which was why you called it stupid. all in good nature, of course!
you really didn’t think much of it, and so you were confused when law closed the ajar door of his office and walked back to your spot in the sofa beside his desk. his eyebrow was raised and he had a small smile on his lips, though, you weren’t sure if it was because he thought you were funny or maybe he didn’t like it.
you found out quick enough.
“ah—it—mhmmf!” your cries were muffled as he continued pressing your face against the chair, his cock hitting deep inside of you over and over from behind. “it was just a joke!” you slurred, drool escaping your lips due to the position you were in.
“oh, yeah?” he asked, voice breathy and laced with sarcasm. he fisted your hair in one hand and pulled you back roughly against his chest. “well, it wasn’t very funny to me.”
you couldn’t make out anything else except his name as he continued thrusting hard in and out of your gushing cunt, and you were vaguely aware that you were dripping and staining the velvet seat below. you’d already came twice at that point, the first one—embarassingly—being due to his long, slender fingers.
“law! law! what, now you can’t say anythin’ else?” he mocked, his other hand was rubbing circles on your clit relentlessly, making you jolt and shake because of the overstimulation, to which he just laughed at right over your ear. “c’mon, baby, let me hear you crack a joke again.”
he pulled his fingers away making you whine, then you felt him move a little, his grip on your hair loosening. you took that chance to breathe and that’s when you felt his hat drop on the top your head.
“let’s see how many orgasms i can get out of you while you’re wearing my cute little stupid hat, hm?”
Smoker X New Marine!Reader (OPLA leaning) Headcannons
Foreword: It's been 2 1/2 years since I've written fan fic, and 2 hours since I've last consumed it. Let's give back to the community in this DROUGHT! I NEED MORE!!! Feed me, Seymour!
Warning: Don't screw your coworkers or boss, possessive themes at the end.
This is a WIP but I know there are horny’s out there like me with dumb brains that need outlined scenarios to get going. I was just barely able to bang two rocks together hard enough to pump this out. Credit to the person who made the gif! Click on it to see the others, yummy.
How you meet
At first would act tough and gruff to you like his intro scene when he gets off his Billower Bike. In fact I actually want to say that’s when you first meet in this scenario.
His eyes, after scanning the initial group of reprimanded marines, sees you standing slightly to the side organizing paperwork in preparation for the new pirate for intake.
He was staring at you for a bit (up and down discretely might I add), wondering when you’d finish and acknowledge him.
He disguises his gaze as if he’s about to verbally dress down a soldier due to them failing to meet standards like he did to the one earlier.
Not true in your case. At most you could say you are extra alert if not skittish. The Smoker had come back to base after all with a very wanted pirate in tow. You wanted to demonstrate you were capable, trustworthy, and of more than enough quality climb the ranks doing good along the way.
You did and he probably caught you even staring for a HALF of a second at his abs (who wouldn’t there are out there and oiled - evidence in his battle with miss thursday)
Only slightly quieter in tone from the comment he gave initial marine group but equally biting, “You should be staring at the pirate and not me, Marine”
Ironic as he was staring at you for longer.
“You are coming with me. Don’t you know Tashigi?” Complete bullshit guess on his part which luckily turned out to be right despite your new arrival. She happened to be very friendly with other marines, helping them acclimate to Loguetown despite her wanting more for herself.
From that point on he’d start looking after you like he does with her, if not more… personally
Smoker-isms
Occasionally he’ll use his smoke to rush up on you and spook you. Light gaslighting you into thinking you weren’t paying attention and were unaware of your surroundings. He just wanted to see you flustered and caught off guard.
I feel like he is a bit of a stoic tease. He expects to remain stoic while he wants you embarrassed/wanting more. He won’t outright cross the subordinate/boss relational line, he wants YOU to. Doesn’t want the burden of thinking that he forced you into this relationship.
He will damn near drive you up a wall though until you confess.
Constantly requiring you to be around him for patrols and missions. Actually doesn’t like pawning you off with other admiral’s “trainees”. While he doesn’t see Helmeppo and Koby as competition per say, he doesn’t want to risk them getting any ideas, or for you to get any.
A bit possessive in the sense “This is my girl/partner”. He has to protect you and look out for your best interests.
One way or another, he will eventually get you to light his cigars for him. He will NEVER say that he wants it because of the domesticity of it, he will play it off like he lost his lighter and it’s on YOU to always hold onto a backup.
Won’t happen in public, though maybe in a hidden corner, would start happening before the two of you get into a relationship.
Would use his smoke to tug on your jacket if you ever go in the wrong direction. He might not be within arms length at first in your relationship, but he always wants to be alert about your surroundings and keep you nearby.
Will take you on the billower bike, will totally try to act cool on the billower bike (but also how is he not impacted by the seawater if it splashes on him? Also just found out he uses his feet as like a steam engine for the feet wheels lol)
If you accidentally get your uniform damaged during training, day to day work, or combat while under his ‘care’ he will give you berries for a replacement (though he doesn’t do that for others) and says “Buy better gear, Marine. I expect to see it by tomorrow.”
How you get together
After drinking in the tavern together, where the sexual tension just consumes you and you end up going a little feral.
“Easy there, I’ll give you exactly what you need”
Or after one of the two of you rescue each other, could be from a kidnapping or from a bad situation either of you suddenly got caught in.
It makes the two of you realize the feelings that are coursing through weren’t out of friendship or just lust, there is also a very serious love there that binds the two of you together.
“You’ll never spend another day not knowing that I love you.” Say it again please “I just said it, twerp…” followed by a kiss
The sincere emotions immediately bricked back up lol, but they come out in the night, in little mundane moments where the affection is clear by the twinkle in his eye as he looks to you.
Differences from Manga/Anime Smoker
Seems a bit younger, a bit more, not comedic but willing to allow for witty jokes. Still hardened but has a little more growing to do as compared to the pre time skip smoker of the Manga.
I think the key difference is that the OPLA smoker knows he is sexy. Like he is super hot, he knows he is… smoking… hot. He is more willing to use it to his advantage unlike manga Smoker who would be oblivious/questioning why you are into an older man like him.
He leans over you to look at files, allowing the warmth of his uncovered stomach to radiate onto you.
Will do that one arm over your head lean as well but to the side of you. Like way more than would seem possible. Still allowing you an exit, making it seem nonchalant, but still being such a domineering, intensive, presence that makes you forget what he wanted you to show him.
The sixth member headcannon was sooo good, pls make more 🙏
Being the 6th member of Beta squad Part 2
PART 1 , MASTERLIST 𖦹ׂ 𓈒 ／ ⋆ ۪
A/n: thank you guys for the likes on the first headcanon I appreciate it ♡
Warnings: none!! Switched up the style btw I'm improving
Being a member is fun but the thing that you hated the most was the amount of times you've been shipped with one of the others.
You'd definitely get shipped with Sharky most of the time. Sharky flirts with you the most while AJ does it the least
You'd constantly get called a "pick me" all because you're in the beta squad and the only female member but it's obvious the haters r just jealous
I imagine you having beef or something with a member from the sideman or amp as a joke (from sideman KSI and from AMP it would probably be Agent or Kai)
The other members of the beta squad definitely flirt with you a lot as a joke
"guess the gold digger (your name) edition they were a bit jealous watching while you went on a date with random men n that kinda made them realize that they all might have a thing for you
Kai cenat probably would have a little crush on you n try to make a move on you doing the Collabs
You were a guest on Kai's stream before, and just like tyla, he asks you out in front of the whole stream.. as attractive as kai is, you said no because he's obviously not looking for something genuine
Speaking of Collabs, they always made sure you weren't uncomfortable while collaborating with other YouTubers like the silent library video with amp
In the silent library video, of course some of the challenges were things you and the boys didn't really do on the beta squad, they of course said they'd switch cards with you in case you weren't comfortable doing a challenge
Like the weenie challenge, let's say you got the skull card and felt uncomfortable with doing it, they would of course do it for you
Living in the beta squad house was such a fun time
It was so hectic but fun
You felt so safe in that house
You kept the house tidy with the help of Chunkz
If you're a good cook, they'd beg for you to cook them something
Of course you would. especially for AJ since you didn't want him to order unhealthy food everyday
Whenever you were bored and one of the boys were home you'd just bother them like an annoying little sibling
Watching the lion king with Chunkz whenever you were bored and he was home (you guys watched that movie over 40 times together)
Brainstorming video ideas with Niko and helping him with videos for his channel
You and AJ playing video games together for house straight
Working out with Kenny or going with him for runs
You forcing Sharky to watch SpongeBob with you (just a random scenario I made)
They'd constantly come into your room just to annoy you (especially Niko or AJ) they act like annoying brothers who come into your room to move your stuff around, mess up your bed, then leaving without closing the door
So many arguments and bickering living all together
Even after you moved out, they'd still show up uninvited to your house
They always are there for you and never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.
If you have anxiety or social anxiety the boys are always there to help you feel better
The boys know you so well, they can tell when you're feeling uncomfortable talking to someone. Like maybe a fan was making you feel uncomfortable, they'd jump into the conversation quickly and end it
If anybody ever tries to hurt or harm you during a video, let's say the pretending to work at a McDonald's drive through, they'd probably beat them up (mostly Kenny, Chunkz, Or Niko. AJ would stay close to you and make sure you're safe, I don't think AJ would jump in 😭 bur just like the video where the random hobo attacked the camera man and Niko and Kenny were there)
They'd Never leave you out or exclude you in stuff, they always invite you and never do anything without you
They always come to you for advice on girls since you of course give good advice (unless you don't)
If you're smart and always get questions right in the weakest link, quiz of the year, mastermind, etc chunkz would get annoyed for not being the smartest
Maybe back when you first started YouTube and met Chunkz and Sharky, fans would say you'd had a sibling bond with them (meaning you acted like siblings)
Niko definitely teases you the most. He comes up with the most random insults for you that make zero sense
AJ loves to bother you and acts like an annoying little brother. During filming, you two argue over random things which makes the videos more entertaining
Sharky flirts with you a lot. But besides that, he can sometimes act like an overprotective best friend.
Kenny and you laugh at anything and everything. Constantly hitting each other while laughing in videos
Chunkz and you break out into songs randomly. Even though all the boys tease you, he's second to tease you the most.
But you have a bond with each one of the boys, you have a close relationship with them all. There's no awkwardness between you and any of them.
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I tried.. but thank you guys for the requests, I'm working on all the NSFW alphabets n everything else 💙💙 this was kinda random but I definitely would make three cause there's so many scenarios I could imagine 🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀
I'ma release a Niko fic tomorrow!! I wrote it in March 20 of last year 😢 I just never released it but now that I'm getting back into Tumblr I hope my followers are still active and you guys are still writing for beta squad!!
Girlll I’m waiting for you beta squad fics to come out😭 on your master list all the “teasers” are so juicy and good I just wanna read them💀 free some of those fics from your please wait lockdown
love you though 😻😻 xoxo mina
MINA YOU ARE LITERALLY AN ANGEL?? I will DEFINITELY try and get back on Tumblr for u babes and start working on old fics!!
hi! I have loved all the headcannons that you have put out, they are some of the best works relating to beta squad! I was wondering if you are still writting?
HELLOOOO!! I'm getting back into writing since beta squad is back, so I definitely will try and get my spark back but THANK YOUU!!
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