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the cross guild + Windy the fox 🍃
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one pieces characteres eating a weird fruit that turns them into a woman
warnings: slight suggestive (freakssss), kind of bissexual reader? i mean, she doesn’t complain to see a hot woman, cursing
characters: Zoro, Marco, Mihawk, Crocodile, Shanks
wc: 7800k (1900, 1700, 1100, 1350, 1750) this is so long i'm sorry
if you want to see any other character in this scenario, or any other scenario pls let me know! i'm open to any request or suggestion
Zoro
Shitty cook had poisoned him. He had put something on his meal. Zoro was sure of it.
Zoro had woken up just fine, he did his morning workout, had his breakfast, and took a nap. Everything was fine, just like any other day. Until it wasn't.
After lunch, Zoro felt like something hadn't sat right in his stomach. He felt sick, like he had never felt before. So of course, this had to be curly eyebrow's fault.
It's a shame that you didn't think the same.
"Of course, it's Sanji's fault, not the hundred cups of sake you had last night. Who could think such stupidity?" Zoro was laying on your bed. Head buried deep on your pillow. Whining like a baby about his hangover being caused by the delicious food Sanji had cooked.
Zoro wasn't appreciating the ironic tone in your voice, and if he was feeling just a little bit better, he would let you know it. However, the pounding on his head was only getting worse.
Your boyfriend was in a miserable state right now, and even though he was a dummy, you loved him enough to take pity on him. "I know you are big and strong, but you know, sometimes you have to take it easy on the alcohol."
Sitting on the bed by his side, you petted his hair, watching carefully as he laid his head on your lap. Now, his face was buried in your thighs.
"It's shitty cook's fault. Not the alcohol." He groaned under his breath. In response, you just rolled your eyes, deciding that this conversation wasn't worth the trouble.
Silence engulfed the room for some minutes. Zoro kept his head on your thigh focusing to sleep again, while you took your time tracing the features of his face, slowly massaging his scalp.
The sound of something breaking outside the room reminded you that you still had to do your tasks of the day.
"I have to go now, baby." You tried to slip out of his reach, but Zoro only tightened his grip on you, making it impossible to escape.
"Stay." His deep voice, full of sleep, reached your ears, causing you to smile at the vulnerability in his words.
You patted his back, signaling for him to move, and without another word (besides the groans), he moved to the other side of the bed.
"Promise that when I'm back, I'm going to cuddle you so hard your hangover will disappear." You whispered, hoping to get on his good side again.
Zoro went back to the pillow he was holding before your thighs came in the picture, gripping it harder than before. "It's not a hangover."
His voice was muffed by the pillow, making you laugh at his terrible state.
"I'll be right back, okay?" You left a kiss on his forehead before leaving the room to do your tasks. You promised to help Robin with organizing her books, and Ussop was bugging you to help him clean his workshop for a while now.
Stretching your limbs, you prepared yourself for the day ahead.
...
Helping Robin was easy. She knew exactly where she wanted her books to be placed, so you mostly just put them on the shelves where she indicated.
Ussop was the problem. He wasn't exactly a messy man, but when you got a closer look at his workshop, you guessed that he hadn't done any cleanup there for the last 2 months at least.
But the big mess didn't bother you at all. The awkward silence between the two of you was the real problem. Since you stepped a foot into the room, Ussop had been awfully quiet, going against his usual talkative persona.
Whenever you looked at him, you could see his shoulder get tense, like you were some kind of threat.
"Okay, spill the tea now." You said, tired from whatever was going on. "I know you are hiding something, so tell me, and we can end this silence."
You watched as Ussop swallowed his own spit.
"I have no idea of what you're talking about." If you weren't sure enough before, Ussop's awkward laugh made you sure.
He was hiding something.
Sighing loudly, you left the stool you were cleaning, heading to where the man was sitting.
"Come on, Ussop. We are friends, you can trust me." You nudged him with your shoulder.
"Sanji and I put a fruit that turns you into a woman in Zoro's food." He said it in a rush, scared from your reaction.
Your face frowned at his words, what was he talking about? "Zoro? A woman? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Well, Chopper found this fruit at the last island we were in, and I brought it to the ship. I was going to give it to Luffy, but Sanji convinced me to put it in Zoro's food."
When he was finished, Ussop kept looking at you, waiting for your reaction. Honestly, he was waiting for you to scream at him.
You supposed you should be mad, but you thought this whole situation was kind of funny. You knew that Ussop didn't mean anything bad from it, so you were sure that the fruit wouldn't cause any real damage to Zoro.
Ussop was caught off guard when he heard you giggling. "So, did Sanji sneak it into Zoro's lunch today?"
"Yeah! Chopper said it takes some hours to make an effect, so I think Zoro must be a woman now." Realizing that you weren't mad at all, Ussop felt more at ease to talk to you again. "How do you think he is going to look?"
"Well, there is only one way to find it out." You said, raising from where you were sitting with Ussop.
...
Slowly you opened the door, carefully, to not make any sound that would startle Zoro. With his super instinct, he would, for sure, know that you entered the room, but you hoped that he would go back to sleep when he noticed it was you.
You stood by the closed door, and when Zoro didn't make any move to rise from his sleepy position, you walked closer to him.
Just like Ussop had said, Zoro was now a woman. You knew that. You walked into the room expecting to see him with a different body. But you couldn't help but be surprised by the sight in front of you.
Strands of green hair covered part of his face, and if he was sitting, you thought that the tips of his hair would be touching his shoulders.
His usual dry lips now shone, and you wanted to taste them so fucking bad.
Zoro was a beautiful man, but now with his features softened, he looked divine.
You let your eyes wander a bit on his body, but you quickly turned your gaze back to his face. For some reason, you were feeling shy.
"Why are you staring at me, woman?"
Oh, god. If you thought that this couldn't get any better, you were wrong. Zoro's voice was hoarse from his nap, and it sounded absolutely amazing. You wished that he continued talking.
However, Zoro kept looking at you, waiting for an answer. Apparently, he hadn't noticed the changes in his body, nor in his voice.
"You were right. Sanji did put something on your food."
You watched as Zoro's face went from sleepy, to confused, to angry.
"What the hell do you mean?" He asked, finally rising from the bed and giving you the perfect view of his chest and slim waist. You felt your face getting warm.
"Well, it was kind of Ussop's idea, but it's a long story. Don't worry about it. You will be better tomorrow."
Now Zoro was glaring at you. What do you mean by "don't worry"? Shitty cook had messed with his goddamn food! And what did Ussop have to do with this?
"I'm going to beat the shit out of those two." Zoro was getting up when he finally noticed the changes on him.
He froze.
Looking down at his hands, which should be big and calloused, now were small and soft.
He also felt his hair picking at his shoulder, and he was sure his boobs weren't big like this before.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" The words came out through his clenched teeth, and for a moment you thought that Zoro was having a migraine.
You approached him slowly, waiting to see if he would be uncomfortable by your presence. When he did nothing, you touched his hands.
"Sooo, for the next 24 hours, you will be a woman." Zoro's eyes almost fell from his face. "We can have a girls' night if that makes you feel better."
You smiled at him, waiting for his next reaction. Contrary to what you expected, Zoro laughed. Really laughed. And you loved it.
After some minutes, Zoro was more relaxed with his temporary body. He even checked himself in the mirror.
"So, shitty cook wanted to see me as a woman?" From the smirk on his face, you knew that Zoro was planning something. You smiled, confirming with your head. "What a pervert."
You couldn't help but giggle a bit, In a way, Sanji did want to see Zoro as a woman. You were sure your boyfriend was planning to use this against the cook in the near future.
"How are you feeling?" You asked, sincerity showing in your voice. Even though you were having fun with the transformation, you didn't want Zoro to feel uncomfortable.
He exhaled slowly, like he was thinking on his next words. "It was weird in the first minutes, but curly brows wouldn't dare to damage me."
In the end, Sanji and Zoro were friends, even if both of them denied it. Now, it was your turn to exhale slowly, letting your body sink into the soft mattress.
You catch yourself sneaking glances at Zoro, who was displayed on your bed like a cat. He did look good, you couldn't blame Sanji.
"Now I'm wishing that the effect wasn't temporary. I wouldn't mind having you like this forever." You knew you were playing with his bottoms, but you couldn't hold yourself from having a little fun.
At your words, Zoro's brows immediately furrowed, and he turned his gaze to you. "I'm much better than her." He said, mad that you thought about replacing him.
You threw your head back laughing, seeing that he was upset.
"There is no 'her', Zo. It's all you."
Your words did not soften the sour expression on his face.
"She is not me! And she is clearly getting your attention." Zoro was getting frustrated now.
He didn't mind the situation at all, since he was getting back to his own body in some hours. He never thought that you could like this version of him more than the original.
Despite his grumpy expression, you were finding everything very alluring.
"Roronoa Zoro, don't tell me you're getting jealous of yourself?" Even though he wasn't seeing your face, Zoro knew that you were smirking at him.
"Shut it, woman."
He wasn't jealous, he just didn't want your attention on anyone besides himself. Even if it was another version of himself.
"Can't wait to tell Nami this."
Your smile was the last thing Zoro saw before closing his eyes to nap again.
Marco
Besides being the crew of the strongest man in the world, the Whitebeard's pirates were a bunch of kids. Literally brats.
At this point, you were used to almost everything that happened. Seeing naked men, random explosions, people getting thrown in the sea, Ace sleeping on top of his plate. All those things were part of your day, and you wouldn't trade it for anything else.
However, sometimes things got too intense, and you needed a safe spot to calm down. Marco was who you sought when you needed some peace.
As the rest of the crew, Marco had his moments of insanity, but whenever it was needed, he was the person who put things back in their place.
Sometimes, though, he couldn't help but be caught in the middle of the mess.
The Moby Dick was docked at some random island to get supplies, but as always, the crew took the chance to step on the land and have some fun while they could.
Marco, Tatch, Ace, and you wandered around for some time before Ace spotted a stall vending different kinds of fruits.
"HA! Let's get something from there!"
"Now, this is a surprise. Never seen Ace so eager to buy fruits." Tatch said.
The three of you stood watching until Ace called out, exclaiming he had a wonderful idea.
"I guess we gotta see it, yoi." Marco murmured to you. Grabbing your hand, he went after Ace.
The merchant, an old lady, was happy to receive the brothers at her stall. It had been a while since she saw a group of young men getting so excited over some fruits.
"I bet I can choose the sweetest fruit just by looking at it!" Ace exclaimed, looking expectantly at his brothers and gaining some looks from the people passing by.
Marco sighed loudly, sensing the mess this bet would turn into. "This is stupid. We are not doing that, yoi."
"Are you scared? I thought birds were supposed to know when fruits are ready to eat." Thatch joked, already picking up and inspecting the fruits on display to find the best one.
You laughed at them, happy to just be part of the atmosphere. While they bickered about the bet, you took your time analyzing the products displayed.
The fruits were unlike anything you'd seen before, some spiky, others smooth and plump, with colors ranging from bright oranges to deep purples.
After some minutes, the brothers were done, and you quirked your brow when you noticed that Marco had joined the bet after all.
"I thought this was stupid?" You looked inside the bag he was holding, trying to see which fruit he had chosen: a yellow one, also kind of spiky. If you looked quick enough, it could be mistaken as a pineapple. "Do you even know what fruit this is?"
"Dunno. But I'm sure it will be sweet." He said, closing the bag and holding your hand, ready to go back to the Moby Dick.
Lost in your chat with Marco, you didn't notice the mischievous smile on Ace's face.
Moments later, at the ship, you sat in horror watching Marco trying to swallow a piece bigger than his mouth of the unknown fruit.
Ace already had tasted the one he chose, and it was absolutely citric, while the one Tatch picked tasted incredibly sweet. Marco was the last one to taste the fruit he picked and the one who could defeat Tatch.
When he was finally able to swallow the piece he cut, Marco's face turned into a grimace, making a big smile stretch on Tatch's face.
"This one tastes like shit, yoi."
You and the few men around laughed. Tatch celebrated his victory, satisfied to show his talent around.
On the side, Ace held a pout on his lips. Obviously, he wasn't expecting to lose. You rolled your eyes at him. How did he expect to win against the crew's cook?
"It was fun while it lasted." Marco said when he got to your side. "But I think I need a nap now. Care to join?"
Before you could answer, the blonde was already passing his arms around your waist, throwing your body on his shoulder. Clearly, you didn't have a choice here.
The crew laughed at your surprised gasp, enjoying to see you struggle a bit.
You tried to get back on your feet for a couple of seconds before accepting your fate.
After running the whole morning trying to find the supplies you needed, you could use a nap, especially if your boyfriend was so eager to cuddle you a bit.
Marco found a good spot on the ship before sitting down, adjusting your body on the top of his bigger one.
You would complain that he couldn't just pick you up whenever he felt like it, but the warmth coming from his body against yours was too good to resist, so you decided to let him manhandle you for now.
...
Ace's laugh was loud. Loud enough to take you off from the dream you were having. Looking at the sun setting down in the horizon, you guessed that a couple of hours had passed.
Ready to ignore Ace's obnoxious laugh, you turned around, pressing your face against Marco's chest, only to feel him tense up.
Or you thought he was tensing up from the grip he had on your waist because you never made contact with his hard chest.
In a second, Marco was taking you off him, leaving your ass on the ground when he lifted. You quickly turned your face back to the man, ready to scold him for leaving you so brutally.
Instead of the broody figure you were used to, your eyes met a slim shape.
Shorter than Marco used to be, long blond hair, and a cute perked-up ass, the woman in front of you was definitely a sight for sore eyes. But she was wearing Marco's clothes, and she was holding you where Marco was supposed to be.
What the hell is happening?
The woman faced Ace, her hands closed in fists, clearly upset about something. She aimed to punch him, but he dodged, laughing at the poor attempt to hit him.
"Don't be such a dick, Marco." Ace was holding a smirk on his face, obviously enjoying the fury of the woman.
But wait, did he just call the strange-and-hot-look-alike-your-boyfriend woman Marco?
A hint of shyness hit Ace, making his face turn red, before he looked anywhere but in the woman's direction. "Also, don't move too much, your shirt is open, and I can almost see your boobs."
Apparently, this made the woman self-conscious, since she turned away from him, finally giving you the chance to look at her face. You couldn't be more surprised.
Her eyes were filled with anger, but you would recognize that lazy stare even if you hadn't seen it in a thousand years.
"When I go back to normal, I'm going to kill you, yoi." The woman said, tugging her shirt to cover her breasts.
Ace's shyness went away, and he laughed harder than before, gaining attention from the people who were passing by. They curiously looked in your direction, trying to see what was happening.
You gasped when you finally understood what had happened. You looked between Marco and Ace. The first one was trying to cover himself, and the other was trying to gain his breath after laughing.
A frown appeared on your face. "Get screwed, all of you!" You shouted to the men. All of them run away, knowing better than to piss you off.
Instinctively, you reached for Marco, tugging him (or her? You weren't sure anymore) under your embrace, protecting his new body from prying eyes. Especially Ace's eyes.
"I should have known that you wouldn't be so happy to see fruits." You said, pressing Marco closer to your body when Ace tried to get a closer look.
Ace dismissed your glaring. "Yeah, yeah, I fooled the two lovebirds, now let me show Tatch our new girl." He reached for Marco, but she (he?) was faster, using her devil fruit and kicking Ace right in his crotch.
"Show him your blue balls, yoi." Marco said, satisfied to see his brother kneeling down on the floor. "After the effect of this pass, you better run."
...
"Thanks for protecting me back there." Marcos said when you two reached his personal cabin.
He looked at himself in the mirror, the bored expression he usually held was now disturbed a bit, but you noticed that he was much more relaxed after knowing that the fruit's effect only lasted 24 hours.
You jumped onto his bed, making yourself comfortable before patting the spot beside you. "Don't worry, girls protect girls."
"I'm not a girl." He retorted, taking the spot you offered. "I'm a fully grown woman, yoi."
Now it was your turn to laugh. "You're right, I'm sorry."
A peaceful silence settled between you two, but you couldn't help but notice that Marco kept sneaking looks at his new self on the mirror.
Without even noticing what he was doing, Marco twisted his long hair around his finger, amused by the transformation. At the same time, though he found the situation awkward, he was also kind of fascinated by everything.
"Do you like what you see?" You asked, positioning yourself behind him.
You felt him jump a bit with the sudden contact, not expecting to feel you against his back.
Red spread across his cheeks, and you chuckled, amused to see the commander of the 1st division of the Whitebeard Pirates so shy about his appearance.
"I like it." You reassured. Putting your head on his shoulder, you kissed his jaw, making sure to let him know how much you loved him.
No matter what he looked like, he was still your Marco, and you loved him.
A mischievous smile appeared on your face as an idea popped into your mind, ready to let him know how much you adored him.
You looked at his reflection, sliding your hands down his arms. "So, do you want to put that mirror to good use?"
Maybe this situation wasn't so bad after all, Marco thought.
Mihawk
Mihawk was still looking at the strange fruit sitting on his kitchen counter. He wouldn't eat it, no matter the puppy eyes Perona was sending him behind the counter.
Earlier that night, Perona happily gifted him the weird fruit, proclaiming that she had bought it from the best farm on whatever island she had been on before. You instantly thanked her for her kind gesture, but Mihawk wasn't having any of it. The fruit looked awfully weird, and he definitely was not going to eat it, not by any chance.
Well, he didn't eat it for, like, five minutes, when you appeared from behind him and saw the pout on Perona's face.
"When someone gives you a present, you must accept it." You said before shoving the fruit closer to his direction.
How could he deny his darling wife?
Surprisingly, the taste wasn't as bad as it looks, and Mihawk was satisfied that in the end he did, in fact, eat the weird fruit (he would thank Perona later with a delicious homemade meal).
That night, he lay by your side on the bed, quietly hugging your body from behind, his stomach full of wine and the fruit you happily fed him.
Morning came as quick as always, the sunray slowly entering the big bedroom's window, gently waking you up from your slumber.
Not wanting to leave the bed just yet, you snuggled closer to your husband, feeling his hard chest on your back.
Or at least you were expecting to feel it. Instead, your back met some soft surface, startling you from your sleep. You groaned, wanting to feel your husband's warmth.
Expecting to grab the pillow between you and Mihawk, you extended your hand behind your head. However, your fingers grabbed some strands of hair.
"What are you doing, my love?"
Your groggy brain was late to catch the feminine voice, but when it did, you were quick to rise from the bed.
In the spot where your husband was supposed to be lying, was now a woman. A beautiful woman. A strange and beautiful woman.
"Why are you looking at me like that, my love?" Again, the strange woman was calling you "my love", just like your dear husband would.
Looking closer at the woman, you noticed that she kind of resembled Mihawk. Sharp eyes, dark and spiky hair, nice and smooth voice, and especially, the loving eyes she was giving you.
That woman couldn't be your husband, right?
"Mihawk?" You whispered, finally getting on the bed again.
"Yes, my love. Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?" The woman, or better, Mihawk, asked, extending his hand to you.
But wait, why did his hand look so... Feminine?
Mihawk raised his hands to his eyes, examining every part of them. His fingers were thin, and he definitely remembered his palm being way more rough.
"Okay, don't panic, but you are a woman now." You said, looking straight at his face, waiting for a reaction.
The woman-your-husband silently rose from the bed, walking to the mirror hanging on your wall, and examining herself. For some seconds, she kept looking at the reflection, turning around and touching herself.
You kept looking at Mihawk-woman's face, waiting to get some sort of reaction, but even in another body, your husband was still the same, no-expression person.
Without saying anything, Mihawk left the bedroom, leaving you behind. You kept still on your spot, one leg hanging off the bed and the other under the covers, inviting you to go back to sleep. You blinked slowly, looking at yourself in the mirror. Hopefully, all of this would be only a strange dream.
Perona's laugh snapped you out of your stupor, and you jumped out of the bed.
In the living room, Perona was lying on the couch, almost falling out of it from how much she was laughing. You wonder how she felt so comfortable when Mihawk was absolutely staring her down. You had seen people crying only from this stare, but here she was, laughing at the hawkeye and easily getting away with it.
"You did this." Mihawk wasn't asking, he was stating.
Suddenly, it hit you. The fruit. The way Perona was so eager to get Mihawk to taste it. Everything was planned from the beginning. You had been fooled by a little girl.
You couldn't hide the amusement on your face, and Perona only laughed more when she looked at you. In this situation, you couldn't help but let a giggle escape from your mouth.
Mihawk looked at you, his face clearly showing his disappointment—both at Perona for tricking him after everything he had done for her, and at you for convincing him to eat the damn fruit. At least Roronoa wasn't here anymore to see this betrayal.
Besides the grumpy expression, you could see the little sparkle in Mihawk's eyes, showing that he was, even if a little bit, having fun with the whole situation.
"Don't worry, the effect only lasts for 24 hours." Perona had finally gained enough breath to speak. "You will be back to your boring body in no time."
"You're with the kitchen and bathroom cleaning for a week." He said, turning back to your room.
"What??? No!!" Perona screamed, the smile she was holding finally falling from her face.
She looked expectantly at you, hoping that you would do something.
"Sorry, you should have seen this coming." You said before running after your husband. Or wife, for now.
...
"I think you look hot." You said, hugging your husband from behind. "Your boobs look great too, I felt them soft on my back."
You couldn't reach his chest before his delicate hands got your own. Mihawk turned to face you, finally leaving the mirror behind.
"This is also your fault." Before you could protest, he pinched your cheek. "For making me eat the fruit."
"Sorry, didn't know the kid had the fire to do such a thing." You said gnawing at his (her?) boobs. The open bottoms on the shirt kind of did the job.
Mihawk sighed loudly at your behavior. He couldn't deny that his ego felt good at your clear appreciation of his female version, but he was still mad at the whole situation.
"And what if I had to stay as a woman forever?"
You thought for a moment. Well, some things would have to change for sure, but you would still love him nonetheless. Man or not, it was your Mihawk, after all.
"I would miss your dick for sure, but-"
"Stop."
"Sorry."
Mihawk couldn't wait to go back to his own masculine body.
Crocodile
Buggy had a death wish, you knew it from the first time you met him. Even in his position at the Cross Guild, he still managed to piss off both Crocodile and Mihawk, leading to countless beatings.
You were sure that today he wanted to share his death wish with you because you couldn't see any other reason why he was proposing this right now.
The fruit in his palm looked appetizing enough, and if any other person were offering it to you, you would take it without a second glance, but since it was the clown's offer, you knew whatever it was, it meant trouble.
"Crocodile will kill both of us." You stated, turning your back to him. You wouldn't be part of his suicidal plan.
Buggy cried out loud, his upper body instantly appearing in front of you. "He won't even lay a finger on your ass, and you know this!" He said, grabbing your shoulder with his flying hands.
You shuddered at the feeling. Even after all these months with the clown, you still weren’t used to seeing his body split apart.
Well, Buggy wasn't wrong, in fact. Crocodile did have a soft spot for you, but you weren't sure where your relationship with him stood, and you weren't eager to find it out either.
"Why do you want to do this? Are you some kind of masochist?" Buggy would, for sure, get his ass beaten if Crocodile ever found out the clown was the one behind the plan.
The clown smirked, clearly proud of whatever he was doing. "A real man knows when to face a challenge."
Yep, he was very stupid.
But for a moment, you imagined: Mrs. Crocodile would be hot, you were sure.
You would regret this later, but right now, the thought of seeing Crocodile as a woman—and pissing him off in the process—was too tempting to resist.
"Let's do it then." You said, grabbing the fruit out of his hand.
...
You stood in front of Crocodile's door, silently waiting for his approval to enter his office. The bowl in your hands seemed heavier than before, and you cursed Buggy in your mind.
However, you didn't have time to regret your decisions, since Crocodile's voice interrupted your thoughts.
"Come in."
As usual, Crocodile was sitting on his expensive chair, behind his even more expensive desk. The bastard's smirk never left his face whenever he was with you.
"Brought you a little sweet treat, boss." You placed the fruit bowl on his desk and waited for his reaction.
You bringing him something to eat while he worked nonstop was nothing new. But the perfectly cut fruit and the nervous smile on your face? Now that was suspicious.
You weren't fool enough to trick him, were you?
"Why don't you feed it to me, then?" Crocodile demanded, spreading his legs to make just enough space for you to sit perfectly on his lap.
Slowly, you walked in his direction, carefully settled yourself on top of his thigh, adjusting your legs for a more comfortable position. Crocodile didn't wait for your approval to pass his arm around your waist, his hook dangerously close to you.
You smiled, lifting the fork to his mouth, waiting to feed him the first piece you chose from the bowl.
"You work too much, sir." You hummed, happy to see his lips closing around the fork.
Even if you had a plan to stick to, you couldn't deny that you loved these sweet moments with Crocodile.
Crocodile said nothing as he ate the fruit, letting the sweet flavor fill his mouth. While he chewed, you took your time admiring the face of the man you loved.
"Someone has to work." He said, probably referring to Mihawk, who spent all his time drinking wine and wandering around, and Buggy, who, well, was Buggy. "I'm lucky to have such a good assistant that is always willing to help me."
Crocodile went back to the papers on his desk, and you continued feeding him, appreciating the silence in the room. When you were finished, you left the office, ready to fulfill your tasks.
Hours had passed, and neither you nor Buggy had heard anything from Crocodile, making you both assume that the fruit had failed.
"I suppose it's for the best." You whispered to yourself.
In a way, you were relieved that Buggy's plan hasn't work, since you weren't sure how Crocodile would react. But you couldn't help but be a little disappointed, you really wanted to see Miss Crocodile.
Moments later, a presence behind you startled you from your peaceful thoughts.
"Sir Crocodile is looking for you." Daz sounded as calm as ever, but something in the way he was looking at you made you nervous. "If I were you, I wouldn't make him wait."
Without another word, he left.
Buggy definitely owed you a big one.
In your short walk to the office, you wondered if Crocodile had the nerve to actually kill you, but you pushed the idea away, not wanting to even think about it.
Your hand almost brushed the wood before the door swung open. At the same time, you felt sand covering your wrist, pulling you inside the room.
The sheer force of the action made you trip on your feet, but the same sand that dragged you inside quickly stabilized you so you wouldn't fall on the floor.
When you were free from the sand, you finally had time (and courage) to look at Crocodile. You were already expecting him to look like a woman, since it was your plan from the beginning, but still, nothing could ever prepare you for the sight in front of you.
Crocodile turned out to be a stunning woman. You felt heat creeping up your face and neck from just looking at her.
Black and silk hair falling on her shoulder, sharp purple eyes, plump and shiny lips. Everything was adding to the classy woman sitting on the chair.
Damn, the scar on her forehead was definitely making her way more sexy than it should.
Miss Crocodile was hot. Very hot.
You could also see a peak of her boobs from the neckline of the loose shirt.
Crocodile grunt took you out from your not-so-innocent thoughts.
"Am I in trouble?"
Sand reached both of your wrists again, pulling you towards the desk. "Take a guess."
"No?" You felt the sand grip tightening in your pulse, making you stumble onto the desk. Your hands were firmly pressed against the wood, pushing your front up so you could face the boss.
"Take another guess." Crocodile said before raising herself from the chair. Slowly, she walked around the desk, standing right behind you.
Unfortunately, the sand was still circling your wrists, so you couldn't turn around to face her.
"If this makes anything better, I think you look really hot." The cold of Crocodile's hook startled you, making you jump a bit. "I'm sorry, I was tricked into this."
"How so?" Crocodile seemed to be invested in the situation, and you knew that he liked seeing you in such a submissive position.
The sand grip that was pushing you onto the desk finally loosened a bit, allowing you to turn around to face the woman. However, the hook was still pressed around your neck.
"Buggy offered the fruit, and my brain thought that you would make a sexy woman, so, you know, I gave up in my primal urges." Even though the smile on your face was sweet and innocent, the look in your eyes revealed how much you were liking the current situation.
Crocodile finally took the hook off your neck before replacing it with his meat hand. From the angle she-he was now, you could see the silhouette of her body perfectly.
"Did I live up to your expectations?" Crocodile asked, pressing her body against yours.
"From what I'm seeing, yes, but I need to get a closer look at your ass to be sure."
Crocodile only looked at you before letting his maniac laugh out.
"Pretty please?" You begged.
After this, you would have to thank Buggy and his wonderful ideas.
Shanks
Red-haired Shanks, one of the four emperors of the sea, former member of the King of Pirates' crew. The man was many things and could go by a hundred names. But for you, Shanks was mostly stupid.
A stupid man. A stupid, drunken man.
Since you met him many years prior, when he had no name for himself, you knew that he meant trouble, but unfortunately for you and for your next generation, you fell completely in love with this stupid man.
On normal days, Shanks was already a problem, always giving you and Benn headaches when you both had to deal with the mess he created. You were okay with that, you loved his troublesome ass.
However, after many years of dealing with Shanks, you discovered the thing that pissed you off the most: drunk Shanks. Not the tipsy version of him (you loved when he got tipsy and needy for you), but the very drunk and wasted version.
Parties were common on the Red Force, and most of the time, Shanks drank until he got a good buzz. He swayed a bit when he walked, his laugh became louder than usual, and, your personal favorite, he got affectionate with everyone on board (or on land), especially with you.
You loved tipsy Shanks as much as you loved the sober Shanks.
Sometimes, though, Shanks drank like the world would end the next morning and this was his last night alive. You hated it.
Drunk Shanks was a pain in the ass. He couldn't stand on his own, he forced everyone to drink as much as he did, and worst of all, he got so clingy that you couldn’t even go to the bathroom without dealing with a crying baby Shanks.
And to seal the deal, over the past few months, drunk Shanks had developed a habit you were starting to despise as much as his clinginess: he ate anything and everything anyone gave to him. Whether it was edible or not.
A simple 'Eat this!' was enough to make him gulp down anything.
You were the one who had to deal with the aftermath of his gourmet culinary adventure.
Apparently, tonight is going to be one of the nights where drunk Shanks makes an appearance.
You looked around the bar, eyes searching for your husband. It wasn't hard to find him, since he was the loudest person in the room, his laugh could probably be heard from outside the establishment.
His hair was disheveled, like he had passed his hair on it too many times, and for some seconds you wished to tug the strands off his face.
The loving moment didn't last long, because Shanks' voice ringing in your ear made you remember why you were sitting on the stool near the bar counter and not by the table with your crew.
You were mad because Shanks was already completely drunk. And he had promised to stay sober for you!
"That bastard." You muttered under your breath.
"A coin for your thoughts." Beckman took the stool by your side, and just from the look on his face, you could see that he was getting a minute of peace from the drunk crew.
You swirled the beer mug on the counter, trying to hide your feelings from the vice-captain. "Thinking about the big bill we'll have to pay by the end of the night." You said, drinking from the mug. "Now you owe me a coin."
Beckman took a second examining your face, reading you like an open book. Damn, you hated the way he could see through you.
"Bennyyyy, stop." Begging and hiding your face from his prying eyes was the only thing you could do.
He laughed at your whining. "You should go easier on him, and mostly, on yourself. Just enjoy the night."
You were about to tell him that he had no right to say that to you. Heck, he was the one who was getting white hair from taking care of the captain, after all.
You were interrupted by a peculiar sentence.
"Come'on cap, eat this, huh?"
Benn was worried that you had broken your neck with the force you turned your head to the sound. Before he could say anything, you were already on your feet, marching in the crew's direction.
Drunk Shanks was even quicker than you when he ate the whole thing Yassop was offering to him. In. Only. One. Bite.
You were already pissed. But now, you were furious.
"Shanks, what the actual fuck?" You shouted, yanking the captain from his seat by his ear. "Yassop, really?"
The sniper raised his hands in defeat, but the damage was already done.
"It's just a fruit, I swear." Still with one of his hands raised, Yassop pointed to a basket full of fruits.
Shanks freed himself from the grip you had on his ear, looking at you with puppy eyes. That bastard, he knew that he was in trouble and was trying to get on your good side.
Benn's hand on your shoulder was probably the thing that made you calm down. As always, he was the one to mediate situations on the crew.
With a sigh, you decided to let things slide once more. Yassop looked guilty enough, and Shanks.... Well, he was the idiot you loved.
"If he got sick, you will deal with him." You said to anyone and everyone around the table. "If you like the show, you have to like the aftermath too."
You stomped off the bar, going back to the Red Force, precisely to the cabin you shared with Shanks.
However, you weren't far when drunken whines reached your ears.
"Don't leave me behind, I want to be with you."
Turning around, you saw him. Shanks was walking in your direction, stumbling a little on his own foot, but definitely better than what you expected.
"The party is not good without my handsome wife." He said, walking a little faster when he noticed your frozen figure.
You rolled your eyes at his cheesy words but did nothing when his arm laced your waist, pushing your body against his.
Red cheeks and the little pout on his lips made Shanks look cuter than what your mad mind could take, and you felt your heart soften.
"You're not my handsome husband right now. I'm mad at you." Despite your harsh words, you got closer to his body, bathing in his perfume.
"Sorry, I promise to make it up to you, darling."
"I know you will."
...
Shanks woke up the next day with a pounding head and a sore body. He had a hangover, no doubt.
Opening his eyes slowly, he tried to get used to the light entering through the window, but every time he blinked, the pounding in his head grew louder.
Ready to sleep again, he snuggled closer to your body, enjoying the warmth radiating from you. Shanks sprawled his fingers on your tummy, making you chuckle from the contact.
Noticing that you were awake now, Shanks tapped two fingers on your thigh, silently asking for you to turn around.
With a sleepy groan, you turned your body to face him, finally opening your eyes. The first thing on your vision was the scar on his face, which you traced with the tips of your fingers.
Next, you dragged your things to trace his lips. To your surprise, Shanks's lips were glossier than ever, and you wondered how he wasn't dehydrated from the drinking last night.
Finally, you reach for the stubble on his face, hoping to feel the sharpness on your hands. Only that you found nothing.
"Did you shave last night?"
Shanks laughed at your words, raising his hand to smooth the frown on your forehead. "Not even a good morning first?"
The feminine voice coming out from his mouth startled both of you, making you scream in horror and Shanks quickly sit up on the bed.
"What happened to my voice?" He said, touching his throat to check it.
You were frozen, your mouth opened in a perfect "O" while you stared at him.
Noticing how quiet you were, Shanks became even more worried.
"Oh my god, you have boobs now."
Shanks liked to sleep naked most times, proclaiming that he got too hot during the night, and now, this habit of his was giving you the privilege of seeing his perfect tits.
In pure horror, Shanks looked down at his own body. You were right, he had a nice pair of boobs, and looking under the covers, he had another thing where his dick was supposed to be.
"My dick is gone." He screamed, getting off the bed and running to check himself in the mirror. "I got a nice ass, though."
You slapped yourself mentally when you heard the obvious lust in his voice. His feminine voice.
"Really, Shank? This is where you got your mind?" You said, getting up from the bed and marching in his direction. "Stay here, I'm going to get Benn."
Shanks agreed happily. Honestly, he was more worried to look at himself in the mirror, noticing how hot he was now.
A couple of minutes later, you returned to the bedroom. Nothing could ever prepare you for the scene unfolding right in front of your eyes.
Shanks was dressed. In your clothes. Your husband, who was temporarily turned into a woman, was dressing in your clothes, without a care in the world for the situation he was in.
"Do you think I pulled this outfit?" He asked when he noticed you standing by the door.
Yes, you do. But this is not the point now.
"Aren't you worried that you'll be like this forever?" You questioned, really curious about his answers.
"Will you miss my dick that much?" Shanks said smirking.
This version of him was really hot, and something about the lazy smirk and the scar was giving girl Shanks a predatory look you weren't used to.
You recomposed yourself just in time to glare at him.
"I know my mates will find a way to solve this. And you probably already know how."
This bastard, how could he be so damn confident?
You hated when Shanks was right.
You were back on bed, adrenaline finally leaving your body. "The fruit Yassop gave you last night made this. You will be back in your own body in less than 24 hours."
Shanks lay by your side, still dressed in your clothes. "Can I show my boobies to the crew?"
"Absolutely not."
It’s not a sake cup, but a bowl of soup is visually similar enough for me to count as a motif given that Ace is talking about family, especially with the prominence of the Asce tattoo in the first panel.
It’s not something I hear get talked about much, but One Piece repeatedly shows the birth of new connections, friends, and family being facilitated through the sharing of food and/or drink. It’s something Luffy puts a lot of emphasis in because he eats a lot, but it shows up enough beyond him for it to feel intentional. Which makes sense, because that’s how it works a lot in the real world, too, but imagine how different all the Straw Hat party scenes would feel if there wasn’t any feasting with newfound friends. It’s very much a part of the series’s identity.
Commission I did of my boy Bartolomeo I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭
I feel so incredibly lucky I got to draw my best boy for @opstickertrove I'm just so sad I have not seen him with his lil pet since Fish Man Island and I WISH there was more canon content of themst.
Anyway, sleeping curled up with a pet is fun.
Shanks x reader x Benn Beckman
A/N: SO, this is the third piece of the 100 Follower special!
Thanks again for so many participants! :)
Due to that, I decided to not just write the winner of the poll, but the top 3!
The other pieces are:
Trafalgar D Water Law x reader
Shanks x reader (Fluff)
Check out my masterlist for more!
Rating: Fluff
Dating Shanks is an andventure on it's on. But dating Shanks and Benn? You're in for a ride.
Shanks is the sun while Benn is the moon. Needless to say, the one thing doesn't exist without the other. And especially you found yourself to be needing both.
Benn and Shanks are a good duo. They get along, and while Shanks sometimes becomes childish and unseriously, Benn keeps grounding him. At the same time, when Benn is too stern about something, Shanks helps him relax.
And in between that balanced mix you somehow found your home. It wasn't planned nor did you ever expect it. It just happened. But none of you three would change it for anything in this world.
While you and Shanks dance wildly around, laughing and hollering to some fast music that leads you two to more jumping around than dancing, Benn sways you ever so gently in a calmer atmosphere, holding you close and steady.
Shanks shows you the different islands and tells you exciting stories or plays pranks on you. Benn reads with you, lets you nap on his chest in the middle of deck while he reads the newspaper or he explains you how to use a rifle, just in case.
Not that they would ever let it come to the situation where you'd actually need to defend yourself, but you never know.
These two present a living compromise. When you're feeling excited over something or have too much energy, you go to Shanks. When you need calmness or just a steady presence, you go to Benn.
Of course both of them do provide what the other does too, but most times it's like this.
The best moments tho are when you all three are together.
When you all have game nights or the crew is partying again, you either sit on Shanks or Benns lap.
When you visit islands and both Shanks and Benn can leave the ship, you're walking in the middle of them, preferably holding both of their hands.
At night, all three of you cuddle. When one isn't there the other two can't seem to rest well. It always feels like something is missing.
Also, both of them equally annoy you with their antics.
"That's not for you, young lady", Shanks speaks as he pulls the bottle of rum out of my hands.
"Why not? I'm an adult!" I protest and he chuckles.
"Because alcohol is bad for you. And you don't need the whole bottle. I might leave a sip in it for you when I finished drinking it."
You groan loudly. You reach for a cigarette, somehow you've gotten used to the smell and all since you breath it in regulary due to Benns smoking habbit. But before your fingers can even reach the package, a strong hand softly holds your arm.
"And what do you think you're doing now?" A gruff voice, Benns voice, sounds from beside you.
"Taking on your both bad habbits", i exclaim but both men just laugh, and Benn pulls me against his side.
"Sweetheart, we'd rather die than let you become a drunk smoker. It's enough that we two make mistakes", Benn speaks.
You softly sigh, knowing they don't mean unwell and at the same time you're annoyed at their protectiveness.
"Don't pout now", Shanks speaks with a smile, nuzzling his nose into your hair and kissing it.
"How about this, you're being good for us and as a reward we make you feel good later, hm?"
"Shanks!" I draw away a bit, flustered but also smiling, shaking my head. Benn just huffs a laugh.
It's usually like this. All three of you together, soft banter but mostly closure.
Benn and Shanks have had a thing with each other before they met you, and at first you were scared they'd cast you out again, that you were just some fun for them. A temporary change in their relationship.
But then you got sick about half a year into this relationship. Not just a small cold-sick, but full on high fever, aching joints, barely conscious and shivering-sick.
Shanks was scared back then, really scared. Both men didn't leave your bedside, leaving the ship to the other commanders. They did everything Hongo told them to do, changing the cold cloth on your forehead every half an hour, making sure you get some soup into your stomach, helping you with taking warm baths and everything.
Shanks almost cried when he saw how you were barely conscious, blabbering nonsense because you didn't know where you were and what was going on.
Benn tried to stay calm, to anchor Shanks and you at the same time, but he also was desperate for you to get better. Shanks knew it wasn't fair to Benn that he had to be strong the whole time, but Benn reassured him it was okay, and that it helped him that Shanks was at his side too.
It took three weeks until you were allowed to leave the bed again. Even Benn let himself crack back then and cuddle Shanks and you tightly, telling you he thought he'll lose you. And since then Shanks and Benn are even more overprotective.
It was that time when you noticed how important you were to them, and how serious they were about you. And you never doubted them again.
It's been years now that you three found each other. Of course sometimes there is fighting, but overall you three are an amazing team.
And with the Red Force sailing over the sea, exploring and visiting new and old islands, you found your home between a man, as bright as the sun, and a man, as serious and calm as the moon.
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