Warnings: Arranged marriage, mob themes, tension, slight possessive behavior, slight angst, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 23 of the January Jumble Scribbles Challenge. Prompt: You don’t surrender when you still got one bullet left. ❤️ Companion piece to Fresh Air. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Footsteps approached your den gently, and annoyance flowed through veins. You wanted to be left alone. You wanted one night to yourself.
But Steve Rogers wouldn’t let that happen.
Your breath caught when he strode in, looking every inch like the blonde god who owned part of Brooklyn. He commanded every single room he walked into. And you knew he wanted to own you, too.
Mobsters certainly enjoyed their pretty toys.
“By all means, help yourself,” you said, not bothering to hide the bite in your voice when he picked up the decanter.
Steve didn’t rise to the bait and poured a glass for each of you. “You left the party early,” he said, sounding more concerned than upset.
“Yeah, well, Bucky and his bride-to-be didn’t exactly stick around either. Didn’t think it would matter if I snuck out.”
Your heart raced when he walked around the sofa, towering over you from where you sat. He was attractive, of course. Your wet panties served as a reminder just how good looking and powerful he was.
You stared into his deep blue eyes when he took your left hand. The engagement ring fit perfectly. Of course, it did. You just wished it didn’t feel so heavy.
You wished he asked because you loved each other.
“He congratulated us,” he said, something gentle in his gaze that you didn’t want to place. “He’s going to be the best man.”
“Of course. And you’re his best man.” You pried your hand away. “Birds of a feather.”
“You’re going to fight me every step of the way until we’re married, aren’t you?”
You smiled wistfully. “Well, you don’t surrender when you still got one bullet left.”
He smiled, too. “I’ll win you over.”
And if you weren’t careful, he’d make you love him, too.
What are Steve and Bucky going to do with their girls? Besides love them. 🥰 Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Request! Wondering if you could do steve rogers/reader where reader is his gf/wife that none of the avengers know about but end up finding out?? (Like Clint hiding his family) thank you!!
Not A Secret Anymore » Steve Rogers/Captain America
Pairings: Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife/Pregnant!Reader with the Avengers
Summary: Steve kept you and yours and his unborn child a secret to protect you guy, but the Avengers end up finding out about you and the baby.
Warnings: Fluff, language, secret relationship, kissing, pet names
A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵
A/N #2: Italic text is Steve’s vision when Wanda manipulates his mind.
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.
Header made by @buck-star
GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.
“When do you think you’re coming home?” You asked Steve on the phone.
“Hopefully tomorrow. I’ll text you before I come home.” Steve tells you. “Make sure our little one protects you till then.” He smiles.
“We love you, Stevie.” You smiled, putting your free hand on your 2 month pregnant belly.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” He says.
Clint happened to be walking by Steve when he said “I love you” to you before he hung up the phone.
“Who did you say “I love you” to?” Clint asks curiously.
“Oh- uhh- my girlfriend.” Steve says.
You and Steve are actually married. You two have been married for almost 2 years. You two also have a baby on the way. Yours and his first child. The Avengers don’t know about you and yours and Steve’s unborn child. The only reason why he’s keeping you and the baby a secret is to protect you two. He hates keeping this a secret from his team- his friends.
Steve was sitting on the quinjet, staring at a picture. He smiles at it. He kisses the picture before putting it in his pocket. He sighs before exiting the quinjet with the Avengers.
———
“We need someplace safe to stay after that.” Clint says.
“I know a place.” Steve says.
The Avengers made their way to yours and Steve’s house. Steve texted you, telling you that he’s coming home and some of his friends are coming with him. You were completely fine with that. You straightened up the house just enough so it was nice for Steve’s friends.
The quinjet landed in the grassy area around yours and his house. They got off the quinjet and followed Steve up to the house. He walked inside with the Avengers following him inside. The Avengers stopped in the living room while Steve greeted you. They stared at Steve in confusion when he kissed you. Steve then moved to your side and wrapped his arm around your waist protectively. The Avengers’ eyes zeroed in on your stomach, seeing your pregnant belly. Even though, you’re 2 months pregnant, your pregnant is small, but started to become a little noticeable.
“This is Y/N. She’s my wife.” Steve introduces the Avengers to you.
Their eyes went wide when Steve said wife.
“Wife?” Tony asks.
Steve nods.
“How long have you two been married?” Bruce asks.
“Almost 2 years.” You say, smiling up at your husband.
“Are you- you know?” Clint asks, referring to your pregnant belly.
“If you’re asking if I’m pregnant, yes I am. I’m 2 months pregnant.” You say happily.
The Avengers stared at you in surprise. This is something they would’ve never expected. They’re also wondering why Steve never told them about you and the baby.
“I know you guys are surprised to be hearing this for the first time, but please don’t be mad at me. I kept her and our baby a secret, because I wanted to protect her. I lost a lot over the years. I didn’t want to lose my wife and baby too.” Steve says.
The Avengers were going to question him why he kept something as important as you and the baby a secret, but hearing his reasoning behind it made those questions fade away. The Avengers were silent for a small moment before Thor spoke up.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Rogers.” Thor says.
“It’s nice to meet you guys too.” You smiled at them. “I can show you guys to your rooms if you’d like.” You suggested softly.
“That would be nice.” Natasha smiles.
Natasha followed you upstairs while the guys stayed in the living room with Steve. Natasha caught a glimpse of the baby’s nursery when you guys walked past it.
“Is this the baby’s nursery?” Natasha asks curiously.
“It is.” You replied. “Would you like to see it?” You asked.
Natasha nods. You walked in the nursery with Natasha following behind you.
“Everything is unorganized at the moment and Steve and I are still trying to figure out where we want to put everything.” You tell her.
Natasha looked around the nursery with the look of interest on her face.
“If you want, I can help you guys set it up.” She politely suggests.
“Really?” You asked with a smile.
“Of course.” She nods and smiles.
“That would be nice. Thank you.” You smiled.
“You’re welcome.” She smiles back.
While you and Natasha were talking in the nursery, Steve was talking to Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Thor in the living room.
“What do you guys think of Y/N?” Steve asks.
“She’s cool. I like her.” Clint says.
“I like her too.” Bruce says.
“Me too.” Thor says.
“Me three.” Tony says.
Steve smiles at them, loving their responses. You and Natasha went downstairs a moment later.
“We were just talking about you, sweetheart.” Steve says.
“All good things I hope.” You say.
“All good things. They like you.” He smiles.
“I like her too!” Natasha chimes in.
“I like you guys too.” You say with a smile.
———
It’s been a few days since the Avengers stayed at yours and Steve’s house and found out about you and the baby. It went way better than both of you expected.
“I’m sorry for springing the team on you with little notice a few days ago.” Steve says.
“You don’t have to apologize, sweetie. I understand.” You say softly.
Steve put his hands on the sides of your pregnant belly and kisses you softly and passionately.
“Oh and Natasha offered to help with the nursery.” You say.
“The more help the better.” Steve smiles. “Did she suggest naming the baby after her if we’re having a girl?” He jokingly asks.
“No.” You giggled. “We’re still naming her after your mom.” You say with a smile.
“Or we’re naming him after my friend Bucky if we’re having a boy.” He says with a smile.
“That sounds great, honey.” You smiled. “I love you so much.” You say softly.
“I love you more, darling.” He almost whispers, kissing you softly.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x plus size female reader (Y/N)
Summary: Cupcake, that's the nickname Captain-Perfect-Super-Soldier-Rogers gave you when you first started working as his assistant. You think it's cute, sweet and a touch random, just like he is when he brings you little treats throughout the week. The small gifts make you feel appreciated and cautiously hopeful that your crush has similar feelings for you despite him being your boss. The women you work with don't understand the nickname or why he seems so friendly towards you while practically ignoring them. They quickly let their jealousy turn to outright bullying, their rude remarks focusing entirely on your weight which you are already self-conscious about.
Warnings: Low self esteem because of your weight, feeling self-conscious, feeling like you aren't good enough / pretty enough, being bullied and called names behind your back (unfortunately you hear them), thoughts of never eating again, miscommunication cause I barely use that trope and really wanted to... general angst but I promise fluff at the end and the jerks don't get away with being mean to you
A/N: As soon as I finished writing Bucky's Favorite Person I had a really strong desire to rewrite it with angst. As a plus size woman myself, I kept thinking the faces some people make when I treat myself to a snack and how self-conscious I feel sometimes about my weight. Thanks @cabingrlandrandomcrap, @siconetribal and @multyunervisesuperfan for letting me bounce some of my ideas off of you guys!
I hope everyone likes this! ❤️
Steve follows you into the elevator unsure if he's thankful its empty or if he wishes someone was there as a buffer between you. You select the floor the meeting is on as he walks past you, resting his back on the rear wall while he silently debates what to do next. The elevator ride is far too short for him to even begin explaining what he should have already told you so his mind presents him with an alternate way to spend your brief time alone together.
The super soldier keeps his expression neutral as he watches you, his eyes focusing on your back as you face the doors. You stare down at your phone, blatantly ignoring him as you scroll on the device but that only gives him more time for his imagination to work. Steve wonders, like he has countless times before, how you would react if he took a few small steps forward and wrapped his arms around you. Maybe would she let out that cute, nervous giggle when she feels me against her back or she might try to hide that she's blushing like she does every time I give her a compliment, he thinks, fighting to keep from smiling.
The elevator doors open a few floors later and two agents enter, discussing their plans for the weekend. Steve sighs quietly as he watches you shift closer to the side wall even though there's more then enough room. Your boss can't help but hate how you always seem concerned with taking up as little physical space as possible. It's almost as if she doesn't want to inconvenience people with her presence. He keeps this thought to himself despite wanting to tell you that you shouldn't act as if you aren't here.
The super soldier finds himself curious as to the origin of that particular behavior but he has a feeling you would never tell him if he asked you directly and he's correct in that assumption. You would never tell Steve that just this morning a man on the bus made it very clear to you that regardless of how much you try not to, you still take up far too much space.
The agents exit at the next floor, once again leaving you alone with Steve. Despite the elevator no longer being occupied by two additional people, you remain against the wall with your eyes on your phone. He watches you lean your shoulder on the wall as you bite one of your fingernails, suppressing the urge to take your hand. The super soldier frowns, his gaze lowering to the ground because he knows he's the cause of your anxiousness even though that was not his intention. The last thing Steve wants is to be the cause of anything other than your happiness.
The conference room is noisy when you and Steve arrive. "Looks like everyone's here," he says without looking at you, making you wonder if he was thinking out loud.
Most of the attendees are gathered in small groups throughout the room, discussing their guesses for the purpose of the sudden meeting. The God of Mischief distances himself as usual from the team, sitting at the head of the table with his attention focused on the thick book he's reading. You aren't sure what else to do other than follow Steve as he walks through the groups clearly in search of Bucky.
You cover your mouth and clear your throat, stifling a giggle when you see his friend leaning on the rear wall by the windows. His metal hand rubs his temple slowly while Yasmin chatters away at him excitedly. She leans closer and laughs at her own joke, her hand resting on his metal forearm but he barely cracks a smile. He looks like he wants to detach his arm from his shoulder, you think, biting back another laugh. Bucky looks up, his body instantly becoming more relaxed when he sees Steve and he quickly excuses himself from his assistant while she is still mid-sentence. She folds her arms across her chest and gives you a jealous look that makes you immediately uncomfortable. It's not my fault he can't stand to be around you, you almost say outloud, catching yourself at the last second. Honestly, it's not even me he's excited to see. Steve's the one who saved him.
"Glad you guys finally made it," he greets both of you as if he's never been happier to see anyone in his life. You let out a bit of the laugh you've been holding in at his reaction but it's cut short when you see Yasmin weaving her way through the crowded room to find Bree and Calla. Your attention shifts back to Bucky when he asks, "So.. how did your talk go?"
You look up at your boss, the anxious feeling returning heavily to your chest. Steve clenches his jaw and his eyes drift towards the ground in response to his friend's question. Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose with his fingers, squeezing his eyes shut as if this short conversation has given him a headache. Just as Bucky opens his mouth to either finally tell you what's going on or to yell at Steve again, Fury walks into the room and everyone goes silent.
"Take your seats," the director orders and everyone immediately begins moving in response, except for one person. Fury stands silently over Loki, his hands on his hips until the prince acknowledges him and closes his book with a loud thud. He removes himself from the director's chair, walking straight past the seat his brother has saved for him as if he doesn't see it. Loki's shy assistant follows him nervously, holding his tablet tightly and you frown knowing this one probably won't last any longer than the other ones did.
Steve puts his hand gently on your lower back, causing you to blush involuntarily as he directs you to where he wants to sit. You find yourself between him and Bucky which unfortunately puts you directly across from Calla, Bree and Yasmin. Bucky's assistant rolls her eyes at you as the three of them begin to whisper to one another. Calla puts her hand over her mouth to hide a giggle as Bree points discretely at your chair. You stare down at your tablet, They're probably talking about surprised they are I fit in these chairs or that I'm lucky everything in the Tower was built to hold someone as big as Thor.
You decide to distract yourself from the gossip your mind has created and shift your attention to Bucky, hoping he can shed light on why Steve's been so hot and cold with you all morning. You tap his shoulder and he raises an eyebrow when he faces you. "Hey, hi, sorry, ummm...," you mumble quietly as you try to get up the nerve to ask him while Steve is momentarily distracted with his tablet. "What was Steve supposed to talk to me about?"
He smiles at your nervousness and puts his hand over yours lightly in an effort to calm you, "Its nothing bad. Just relax." You nod, completely unconvinced as he moves his hand away. You sit back in your chair, the loud squeak making you suddenly feel self conscious as you look quickly around the room but the only one looking at you is Yasmin. She looks as if she's about crack a tooth from grinding her teeth so harshly and you realize she's angry Bucky touched you in such a friendly manner.
You bite your nails, keeping your gaze on the table but you look up when the door opens again. The hushed whispers stop as a woman in a dark blue suit enters, the director gets up to greet her. You recognize her from around the Tower and Fury introduces Ali as the newly promoted head of the accounting department. She smiles warmly despite only being met with confused and bored expressions. She begins to explain the purpose of the meeting is to walk everyone through the new protocols she is enacting, one of the biggest changes being to expense reports.
Groans fill the air, the loudest being from Steve which causes you to giggle. Tony gets up from his seat when she reveals the seminar is going to be roughly three hours long. Fury steps in before Ali has a chance to respond, "Sit down Stark. If I have to listen to this, everyone has to."
Tony sits down heavily, folding his arms over his chest like an aggravated child. "Isn't this why I have an assistant?" he grumbles, his reaction gaining an eye roll from Pepper while everyone else ignores him.
"If it makes you all feel better, I ordered lunch for everyone from the new Italian restaurant up the street," Ali offers cheerfully as a way to appease everyone. When no one responds, she decides to begin her presentation by lowering the window shades and setting up her laptop.
"Make sure you pay attention cupcake," Steve leans close and whispers to you, the tension from earlier momentarily gone between you.
"I was actually going to use this time to take a nap," you joke back quietly. "I know how much you love expense reports."
"I'll buy you a treat for every page of notes you take," he tries to bribe you with a grin as the first slide appears.
Your smile fades when you turn away from him, the memory of your coworkers saying he could pay you in desserts resurfacing swiftly. Biting your lip, you stare at the large screen and try to remind yourself Steve only meant that as a joke. He doesn't mean it, he never would have said that if he knew what they said yesterday... not that I can ever tell him about that.
You wince when your stomach grumbles a few minutes later, thankful no one seems to hear it over the droning speech the head accountant is giving. I should have eaten that stupid scone. I barely had half a bowl of cereal this morning because I was so late, you check your watch to see how much longer until lunch.
Your mind wanders for the first half of the meeting as you find it nearly impossible to focus on the incredibly dull, albeit very organized presentation. Instead of listening to Ali, you've used the time to make a mental list of almost fifteen highly unlikely issues Steve could possibly need to talk to you about. Unsurprisingly, not a single thing on your list is positive despite Bucky's vague assurance that it isn't bad news. His involvement in this whole situation has only added to your confusion.
The window shades raise and everyone begins to stretch as the presentation comes to a brief pause. Bucky makes a quick exit and you frown knowing you've missed your opportunity to try and get any more information out of him.
Steve nudges your arm lightly, pulling you from your thoughts and you turn to face him. "You okay?" he asks with concern, the room becoming noisy as several conversations begin around you.
"Yeah why?" you ask.
"You haven't taken a single note," he motions towards the blank screen on your tablet.
"Oh, I guess I got distracted," you admit but don't tell him where your mind was. "I'm sorry, I'll get notes from someone so I can help with the reports," you apologize. Good job, you scold yourself. He can never do those reports himself and now you'll be useless to help. You look across the table at the other assistants, wondering who you could talk to after the meeting was over. Surly not Calla or Bree, every time you lost the battle to keep from glancing at them, they were on their phones. You couldn't help but assume they were texting each other about how boring the meeting is.
"Don't worry about it," he says with a grin as he tilts his tablet towards you to show you his very organized and color coded notes. "This is new process is making a lot of sense actually."
You smile at how proud he looks of himself, "Wow. It's like you don't even need me anymore."
His smile falters for a moment and your stomach drops when he doesn't respond to your joke the way you hoped. Typically when you say something to the effect of Steve no longer needing you, he quicky and adamantly assures you that there is no way that could be true. This time though, he remains quiet and your mind instantly floods with memories of this morning and the conversation you still haven't had. He really doesn't need me anymore, you can't help but think.
Steve opens his mouth to give you a very delayed reply but before he can find the right words to confirm or deny your fears, Bucky returns. "Think it's almost time for lunch?" he asks, oblivious to the tension that has once again risen between you and your boss.
You shrug, lunch being the furthest thing from your mind as you wonder if you even have a job anymore. Sitting back in your chair, your eyes fall on your blank tablet screen as you try to convince yourself that they wouldn't have invited you to this meeting if you were being fired.
You miss the looks exchanged between the two friends, Steve giving Bucky a forced smile while Bucky shakes his head in disappointment. The lights dim as the shades lower again and you lift your head but you barely hear anything Ali says as she begins again.
Another hour and a half later the meeting is finally over and the much awaited food is delivered. The room becomes lively again as the Avengers and their assistants line up to get lunch from the long table set up in the rear of the space. You remain in your seat as you think about escaping back to your desk. I'm really not in the mood to eat around everyone right now. I always feel like people judge how much food I do or don't get, you bite your nails anxiously but then a different thought pops into your head. If I leave now, Steve might decide it's a good time to finally talk. I'd rather put that off for as long as possible.
The two super soldiers get up and you swallow hard as you move with them towards the food. Waiting in line behind your boss you clutch your empty plastic plate and look at all the delicious food. Steve fills his plate without hesitation as does Bucky and you find yourself jealous of their ability to eat absolutely anything and everything in sight. Walking past three different types of pasta, you reach for a piece of grilled chicken, a scoop of salad and decide against grabbing a roll. You make an abrupt turn back to your seat without walking past the part of the table that is filled with a variety of cookies, brownies and cheesecake.
Opening your bottle of water, you glance at your plate. This looks good but I'm probably still going to be hungry, you think, trying not to be annoyed that you didn't grab more. Bucky focuses on his lunch as does everyone else in the room except for Steve.
"Still not hungry?" he asks and for a moment you forgot that was the excuse you gave him this morning with the scone.
"Uh... no, not really," you lie poorly with a shrug.
"If you're still sick, you can go home," he leans close as the room becomes louder from the growing number of conversations. "We can talk tomorrow when you're feeling better," he says and you can almost feel how much he wants to avoid this conversation.
"I'm fine," you insist without looking at him as you start to cut up your chicken. He's not concerned because he likes me, you remind yourself. He's just nice to everyone and right now he'd rather I go home sick than have to tell me I'm fired, your mind adds quickly.
"Come on cupcake," Steve says and you feel yourself stiffen at the nickname and friendly tone. "You didn't even grab a single cookie, that's not like you."
Without thinking you look up at Steve, "What difference does it make?"
"What?" he shifts slightly away from you, clearly confused by your angry tone.
"Why do you even care if I eat or not?" you ask him, "Or if I have another stupid cookie or a scone or whatever else you keep bringing me."
"I just-" he tries to find the words to explain.
You cut him off before he can finish his sentence. "It isn't any of your business what I eat, you're just my boss," you tell him in a harsh tone, unaware that Bucky and a few others at the table are now listening.
"I thought we were friends too," he says, the hurt he feels clearly evident in his voice.
"I can't eat whatever the hell I want like you and Bucky, I'm not a super soldier," you continue as if he didn't say anything, the words flooding out of you as your insecurities and bottled up emotions finally break free. "I don't need you bringing me food all the time, I'm not some little kid you can bribe into working with desserts."
He listens to you in stunned silence then reaches to place his hand gently on your forearm. "Cupcake-"
"Just stop!" you pull your arm away from him and push your chair back, getting up quickly. He looks up at you but you don't look at him, your eyes move across the room which has become silent after your outburst. Calla stares at you with her mouth open while Yasmin and Bree whisper frantically back and forth. Without another word, you turn and nearly knock over your chair as you run from the room.
Steve stands slowly, completely unsure of what happened, his eyes on the door you left through. "Go get her," Bucky urges him, the words snapping his friend out of his frozen state. He slams the door open in his rush to chase after you.
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{ A moment I had with my nephew and nieces, and I thought about Shanks and Buggy}
A passenger asked the Roger pirate for a favor of delivering him to his home island. They accepted the service and he had been with the Roger Pirates for several weeks now. He wasn’t crew, just a temporary passenger. To earn his keep, Captain Roger had put him to work, mostly “the most dangerous job on the ship,” as the crew liked to joke: babysitting two chaotic toddlers named Shanks and Buggy.
After yet another exhausting day of breaking up fistfights, stopping them from climbing the rigging, and preventing Buggy from crying loud enough to wake the Sea Kings, Roger finally gave the passenger a rare afternoon off.
Passenger, wiping sweat from his forehead: I’m begging you, just a few hours in town. Alone. No red hair, no blue hair, no tantrums.”
Roger, laughing: Go on, lad! You’ve earned it. Just be back before sundown.”
Later that evening, the passenger returned to the ship carrying a small bag of supplies he’d bought for himself, some new rope, snacks, and a bottle of decent rum. The moment his foot touched the deck, two pairs of tiny feet came pattering toward him.
Shanks (age: 3) and Buggy (age: 2.5) stopped right in front of him, looking up with big, sparkling eyes. Both toddlers lifted their chubby hands expectantly, palms open, staring at him in pure anticipation.
Passenger, blinking in confusion:….What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
The two kids just kept their hands up, swaying slightly, clearly waiting.
Passenger : “Did… did I forget something? Are you hurt? Did you break something while I was gone?”
From the side, Silvers Rayleigh walked over, arms crossed and smiling softly.
Rayleigh: They’re waiting for their gifts.”
Passenger : “Gifts?”
Rayleigh: “It’s a ship tradition. Whenever anyone goes into town and comes back, they bring something small for the little ones, candy, a toy, fruit, anything really. You’ve been with us long enough now. They see you as part of the crew. So… they expect something.”
Passenger, panicking slightly: I—I didn’t know! I only bought stuff for myself. I didn’t think—”
He quickly patted his pockets and searched his bag. Nothing suitable for toddlers. No candy. No toys. Just…
Passenger, mumbling: Ah, damn it…”
He pulled out two slightly spotted bananas he had bought for his own breakfast the next day. He held them out awkwardly.
Passenger : “Uh… here. These are for you. Sorry, it’s all I’ve got.”
Shanks and Buggy stared at the bananas for a second. The stranger braced himself for tears or tantrums.
Instead, both toddlers’ faces lit up with bright, toothy smiles. Shanks grabbed one banana with both hands. Buggy took the other and hugged it to his chest like it was treasure.
Then they both rushed forward and wrapped their little arms around the passenger’s legs, squeezing tightly.
Shanks: “Tank youuu!”
Buggy: “Bana! Tank youuu!”
They giggled happily, then scampered off across the deck, proudly showing their bananas to anyone who would look.
Rayleigh, chuckling: Kids are simple. It’s not about what you give them. It’s that you thought of them. Welcome to the family, even if it’s temporary.”
The passenger looked down at the tiny banana peels already appearing on the deck and the two giggling toddlers now trying to trade bananas with each other. For the first time in weeks, all the spilled food, the screaming matches, the accidental bites, and the constant chaos felt… worth it.
He smiled despite himself.
Passenger, quietly, to himself: Yeah… I guess it was.”
This idea is living in my mind rent free and won't leave me alone!
So Roger pirates (also young shanks and buggy) x puppet!child!f!reader.
Can you do some lyrics from the song "Puppet boy?"
Reader is from a circus, a dangerous one. The Ringmaster has a power where he can control people like puppets and most of the performers are adults who don't get in the way but the ringmaster prefers reader and controls the most in stunts and performances and very dangerous ones, even for adults, like flying trapeze in a very high hight with no support and other crazy things. The audience members don't sense anything only seeing the reader as talented. They don't see reader controlled as the puppet strings are invisible to them. Roger pirates was visiting an Island, saw that s huge event at a circus and decided to go. They see reader who has clown makeup on their face and a circus outfits preforming with adults in VERY dangerous acts. The circus decide to take a quick break to set up for the new act and the ringmaster wants a talk with reader. Reader has to do every dangerous stunt on her own with no help to gain more money for the circus.
Roger pirates save her from the circus and set the performers free. You can add how they save her and how'd they know that she was being controlled. I want an very actiony,angsty thing, if it's alright.
Thank you
The apprentices apprentice (Roger pirates x child!reader)
Ps mad and throwing a tantrum cause tumblr just deleted my draft. ANYWAY GUYS FINALLY I FINISHED IT, there are some parts im still hesitant about but other than that I think I like this one. I’m not good with action so let me know what you think; also tell me why it wasen’t until now that I saw the end of the request like it din’t register on my brain until now so HERES YOUR ACTION ANGSTY PIECE, TOTALLY HAS ACTION AND ANGST BECAUSE YOU ASKED FOR IT AND NOT BY ACCIDENT 😀Another also! I was writing this at work so at first I was just looking at the lyrics and I was like ‘okay this must have a really melancholic sound’ tell me why the somg is so upbeat 😂
Execution scene…
Chp1, Chp2 Chp3 chp4
This piece has one line that hints to having at least medium length hair, if this does not fit you you can always imagine it is a wig as I made sure it wasen’t explicit that it was their hair or you can also take it as their hijab being arranged rather than hair
Dividers by @/firefly-graphics and @/drinkthesky
Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese for my ease lf writing and the enjoyment of oc readers
The man behind the child let out a hum as he looked at the mirror and tried different hairstyles on them.
“Perhaps we should do a half-up-down style; what do you think, dear?
“…”
“Aww, come on, don’t tell me you are still throwing a tantrum?” He teased looking down at them
“Well, dear, if you weren’t so stubborn, I wouldn’t have to hurt you the way I do; it is quite simple,” he carelessly added as he continued working on their hair, eventually turning them around to begin working on their make-up.
“Oh, how I wish you didn’t make me have to punish you; now look, your skin is all stained. That’s alright, nothing some makeup can’t cover, right?” he spoke as he forcefully pulled their chin up and began to apply powder on their face paying extra attention to the dark bruises that litter their face
“You will do today’s show without any nets or supports,” he informed them.
“W-What?”
“Don’t move.” He sneered as his words caused the small child to flinch back
“Don’t act so surprised, dear; the audience paid a lot to watch you, so it’s only fair to have something at stake.”
“B-But what if I fall?” They cried, slapping his hands away as they jumped off the chair
“Enough.” He growled making, putting his hand out and wiggling his finger in a ‘come here motion’ a dark grin growing on his face as they were pulled towards him as he did
“You seem to be really defiant lately. Do you want the strings to come back? Perhaps I was too benevolent in giving you free will,” he sneered
“Well? Do you?!” He boomed
“No!” She cried
“Good. Next time, I won’t be as nice,” he said, walking out of the room and glancing back at the crying child on the floor.
“Enough with the tears. Your makeup will get damaged. Get ready for the show; you will be out in a few minutes.”
They sighed, looking at themselves in the mirror, trying to calm the erratic beating of their hearts at the stunts they were forced to do minutes before. Eventually, a few sniffles escaped them, sniffles turning into small hiccups and small hiccups turning into a cascade of tears as the events of the day began to catch up to them.
“Wait, Buggy, you idiot!”
It wasn’t until the sound of something crashing behind them that they were pulled out of their spiral and stared at the two boys standing there.
“Me?! You were the one that shoved me!” A voice cried
“Did not”
“Ye-
“Who are you?” The child asked, staring wide-eyed at the couple of teens bickering in front of them
“Sorry to barge in, we just were looking around,” the redhead answered, turning his attention from his friend to them.
“You can’t be ere!” they hissed.
“I know, I know, this is backstage, but we wanted to see what it was like. Buggy here was really impressed by your act, so we wanted to take a peak.”
“I was not!” the red-nose boy protested, shooting up.
“No! No! You can’t be ere!” Dokucha cried, jumping down from the chair
“Hey, Hey, it’s okay. We were just leaving,” Shanks assures them with an easy smile on his face despite having been caught.
“N-
“Dokucha!” A voice angrily boomed
“Ah!” the child looked at the sound of the voice with a terrified look on their and back to the two boys, quickly running towards them and pulling them to a nearby closet, ignoring the confused protests of the two.
“H-Hey!”
“Shhh!” they called, closing the door just in time for the ringmaster to storm in
“Wha- Agh!” they cried as the man sent them flying back with a punch to their face. A livid expression on their face as they did
The child looked up at the man, holding their cheek in pain as they did; despite this not being new to them, it did not make this treatment any easier on the child.
“R-Ringmaster?” they questioned
“You useless brat!” he growled, kicking them back and watching as the child crashed against the masts of the tent at his actions.
“I’m soy! I’m sory. I can make it better, please!”
“You think I didn’t notice?! What have I told you about hesitating when making your jumps, you worthless piece of shit!”
Tears started to fall from Dokucha’s eyes as they slowly picked themselves up, looking up at the monster in front of them.
“P-Please, I wasn’t h-
“Shut up,” He roared.
“It’s obvious I was too lenient on you in giving you some kind of free will; it’s time you remember your place,” he muttered, a dark look growing on his face as he snapped his fingers. He grinned, satisfied at the child’s cries as they were pulled into the air, strings slowly enveloping their bodies.
Ignoring the cries and pleas of the child, he tightened his hand into a fist, watching as the strings seemed to follow his lead as they painfully tightened against the child until they began digging into their skin.
It was their cries that prevented the ringmaster from hearing the scuffle that seemed to occur behind him as this went on. As a livid Shanks started struggling against Buggy, who held the teen back from storming into the scene
“Buggy, we have to do something,” he growled, struggling against his friend’s hold.
“I know, idiot! But look, the guy is a devil-fruit user, a strong one!” Buggy hissed with terrified tears pooling in his eyes at the terrifying scene they had found themselves in
“He’s going to kill them!”
“And us if we run in there!” Buggy shot back
“So what we just watch they bleed to death?!” he hissed, breaking free from his friend’s hold and turning towards him.
“N-No! I sent a hand to fetch the captain; we have to wait until they get here!”
“They don’t have that kind of time, Buggy!”
“Just wait, you moron!”
Before Shanks could throw another retort toward his crewmate, loud bangs and screams rang outside of the tent, something that the ringmaster also took notice of. He let out a few curses as he gave one last look at the child and made his way out of the tent to investigate the commotion.
“They’re here!” Buggy exclaimed with a relieved smile
Not a second later, the two pushed their way out of the closet and ran towards the child, who by now had fallen unconscious, no doubt due to the amount of blood that slowly trickled from their body and down the strings that held them up in a morbid resemblance to a fly trapped in a spider’s web.
Pulling out his throwing knives, Buggy made quick work of the strings, watching as the child fell into Shanks’s awaiting hands as he ran next to the redhead to check on the child.
“H-Hey, are they d-dead?” he questioned, looking down at the child.
“H-Hey! Wake up! Hey!” Shanks cried, trying to shake awake the lifeless body of the child
“Now then, what have you lads gotten yourselves into?” A voice cut into as they walked into the tent, interrupting the teens fretting over the child
“Captain!” Buggy cried, looking at the man at the door of the tent
“Captain! Please! Help!” Shanks begged, looking up at his captain, terrified as he hugged Dokucha’s body closer to him
Roger stared at his apprentices agape, quickly taking in the scene in front of him as he hurried towards them.
“Crocus! Get in here!” he hollered.
It had been a week since those events took place; since then, Crocus had managed to save the child but was unsuccessful in pulling them out of the unconscious state they had been placed in. According to the Doctor, it was likely they had fallen into a comma as a response their body had to the stress undergone due to the torturous treatment at the hands of the ringmaster.
After they had been stabilized, the crew had another problem on their hands; their interference in the circus had caught the attention of the marines, and as such, they needed to set sail. The original plan was to leave the child under the care of the now-freed performers and set off; this, however, did not go as planned. Much to the crew’s surprise, the two apprentices had begged their captain to bring Dokucha along rather than leave them behind at the circus.
Some crew members objected to this idea, concerned with the child’s well-being if they were to be brought upon the ship. Unlike when the two current apprentices were taken in, the crew now sailed more dangerous waters with perilous missions, enemies, and had much higher notoriety than a decade prior.
Roger, ever having a soft spot for children, agreed to the teen’s requests under the promise that they had to take part in the caring for the child, something the two had agreed to in an instant. It was clear to the crew that the apprentices had developed a bond with the small child, perhaps reminded of their own origins when they were brought aboard the Oro Jackson; regardless, in the past week, they had made true to their promise as the two were often found hanging on the sick bay watching for any new updates on the state of Dokucha. Despite being out of their element when they first woke up terrified and in tears, against all odds, the teens had managed to assure the child, promising to remain by their side.
It had taken a few more weeks for the child to adjust to their new life and leave behind the fear that came with their old life. Still, with time, they had slowly reverted to a gleeful three-year-old once again, ready to join Shanks and Buggy in any mischievous adventures the two went on.
“Who’s that?” Dokucha questioned from their position on Buggy’s lap as both him Shanks sat with them on the Deck of the ship as they scanned over a piece of Newspaper
“They are a bunch of nobodies!” Buggy sneered, watching as the Whitebeard pirates had once again taken over the headline of the newspaper
Dokucha looked up at the paper once again, a grin on their face as they took the picture of the pirates in
“They look prety cool!”
“That’s what they want you to think, Dokucha! They may look cool, but they are nothing compared to us.” Buggy Boasted
“Yes! Cause Roer pirates are the best,” they cheered.
"Dhahahaha good Job Dokucha!" Shanks grinned as he stood up, throwing the child in the air and causing them to let out gleeful squeals at the action.
“Still, what a bummer, those guys are getting all the glory,” he stated as he put Dokucha on his hip and continued to Scan the newspaper, only for it to be snatched from his hands.
“A samurai, huh?” their captain laughed.
“I would love to meet him!” he exclaimed
“Capi!” Dokucha cheered, extending their arms towards the man, laughing as he complied with their silent request and grabbed them from Shanks
“Hey there, champ!” he exclaimed, lifting them up in the air.
“How are you feeling today? What are you up to with the lads?”
“I’m good! Shans-nii and Buggy-nii are showing me the whybear pirates.” They grinned.
“Whitebeard,” Shanks Scoffed out with a snicker.
“Whiebeard!” they parroted
“Wahahahaha! I’m glad you’re in good spirits today!” he called, putting them down and watching as they ran their way back to Buggy, hugging their leg happily and letting out a giggle as the clown picked them up and placed them on his hip as he made silly faces to the child.
“Where are we heading now, Captain?” Shanks questioned
“We’re on the way to a nearby summer Island. I have received reports of the Whitebeard crew being spotted close. It will be the perfect chance to meet this Samurai fellow!”
“We’re going to meet the Wildboars?!” Dokucha called excitedly
Shanks sighed, giving up on correcting them and pulling on the cheek of the child.
“Dokucha, you have to stay next to us, okay? I don’t trust those guys!”
“Oey! Shans-nii!” they whined, slapping his hand away with a frown, promptly being replaced by a smile.
“But it’s okay cause Capi and brothers are gonna be there!” they cheered.
"Wahahaha! That's right Dokucha! Just stay near us and everything will be fine!"
“Yes Capi!”
Okay yes that last part highkey dosen’t fit the whole action pace of the story and much less the narration that followed after but listen I could not in good conscience not add wholesomeness! I couldn’t, just lil Dokucha hanging from shank’s hip or cuddle in his lap as he read or Buggy’s faces to make them laugh 🥹 and omg the capi, im so smart yall 🤭
