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You’d been working for Sir Crocodile for not far off twelve months now. Almost an entire year. It was potentially the busiest, and strangest job you’d had in your life so far, but you enjoyed it all the same. You worked as an assistant to the warlord, helping management of the casino. All in all, it wasn’t the easiest work, not because of the actual content of it but because of Sir Crocodile himself and what he tended to get himself into. He didn’t only run the casino, you knew that from your own observations, but it wasn’t something that he’d told you directly, and so you didn’t speak about it with him. It was something criminal, you were fairly sure, but that was nothing to do with you. If you didn’t get mixed up in it, you couldn’t get yourself into trouble.

And yet, you knew you were a little too close to being involved in it and losing your plausible deniability, because you wanted to date Crocodile. Yes, you were a complete cliche. You’d started a cushy office job and gotten a little too close to your boss, only to end up with a crush on him. You hated it. And yet, you couldn’t make yourself will the feelings away, or force the fantasies aside when you lay awake at night. He was unattainable, though, and you knew that - so what did the fantasies hurt? He’d never stopped longer than a moment to talk to you, you had no chance of it going anywhere, so it was harmless, right?

Wrong.

It was a warm day, even by Alabastan standards, and you were cooped up in your office as usual. You hadn’t expected the turn in the weather, and so you weren’t quite dressed appropriately, but you would make it work. At least paperwork hardly made you work up a sweat.

Crocodile looked in on you at around midday, and paused in the doorway.

“What are you wearing?” He asked gruffly.

“My.. clothes, sir?” You replied, because what sort of question was that?

“It’s much too warm for that.” He said, to elaborate on what he’d meant.

“Oh, yeah it is. I didn’t realise how warm it would be until I left the house this morning, then it was too late to go back and change.” You said with a soft laugh, giving a not quite grimace, but not quite smile. He grunted and regarded you for a moment, then turned away and left the room. Well, alright then. You brushed off the interaction to continue with your work, because the heat didn’t make the pile of work disappear.

After just ten minutes, Crocodile returned, and tossed a large shirt at you.

“Sir?” You asked, taking it in hand, mostly to get it off the work you were trying to do.

“That should be cooler.” He said, and then was gone. What? You lifted the shirt up, realising it was incredibly large, which would make it Crocodile’s. Fuck. His shirt. You waited a moment to ensure he was gone, then lifted it to your face to take a deep inhale of the scent of Crocodile's cologne and cigars. You loved that smell. You slipped into the closest bathroom to remove your previous clothes and replaced them with his oversized shirt, using your belt from the previous outfit to cinch it at the waist, and then pulled some of the fabric up further to rest overtop of the belt rather than underneath, which reduced the length. Not too bad. You kept on the bottoms you’d been wearing before despite your now lack of belt, because you didn’t think it was entirely appropriate to be in the office without.

You returned to your office, startled by Crocodile's presence in your chair.

“How is it?” He asked as you lifted your hand to rest over your heart, more than startled by his sudden reappearance, making the muscle beat thunderously beneath your ribs.

“I made it work.” You confirmed, placing your shirt from before, now folded, onto a dresser for you to grab later.

“Yes.. you did.” Crocodile murmured, and you stopped in your tracks as if frozen as a result of his words. The way he spoke was almost sensual, and your skin burned in response. You quickly shook your head, then continued your walk toward your desk.

“Is there anything else I can help you with sir?” You asked, resting your hand on top of your desk just so it had somewhere to be, with your pockets out of reach beneath Crocodile’s shirt.

“Would you like to come to dinner with me? Tonight?” He asked, and he looked about as surprised about his own words as you felt. Clearly nobody in the room had been expecting that suggestion.

“That’s very kid, sir. I’d happily take that invitation, if you’d like to do that.” You said, remaining as professional as you could given the situation. How were you supposed to react to an invitation like that from your boss, especially when he himself looked unsure about it?

“I’ll have Robin go pick up something nicer for you to wear, and when your shift ends you can use my bathroom to freshen up and change before we leave.” He said, suddenly far more sure of himself, decisive with clear instructions. He stood from your chair and headed for the door where he lingered for just a moment.

“Do you like Dressrosian food?” He asked, and just nodded when you confirmed before turning to sand and disappearing.

All you’d ever really wanted was for someone to want you, to care about you. Maybe care wasn’t the right word just yet but Crocodile saw you, more than most, and he at least wanted to take you to dinner. Maybe it’d go nowhere, but you wanted to be Crocodile’s and now you had the chance you’d never expected to have.

"Hey, make some time to come to my office today." Law told you in passing when you were leaving breakfast, and he was just arriving. What? That was a little ominous, but you just nodded and continued on your way. You had things to do, maintenance around the tang, so you set about your tasks. Law's words rang in the back of your mind for the rest of the day, haunting you while you tried to focus.

Around lunch time, you knew you needed to go see him, because if you didn't you'd just be distracted, unable to work as his words were all you could think about. A dozen possibilities circulated in your mind, but you couldn't guess what it was he wanted to discuss.

You knocked gently on the door to his office, and when there was no response indicating whether you could or couldn't enter, you slowly opened the door and peeked your head through to see Law sitting at his desk and working on papers.

"You wanted to see me?" You said, hesitating there in the doorway.

"Oh yes, come in and just sit down." Law said, quickly shuffling his papers together and off to the side of his desk. You did as he asked, pausing before you sat in the chair opposite him rather than on the examination table. Now this was really odd.

"What was it you needed, Captain?" You asked after a brief, awkward silence.

"I just wanted to talk to you about some.. things you've said recently." You said a lot of things, so that wasn't particularly helpful, but it was something at least. You had a brief flash of concern when for just a moment you thought maybe you'd upset someone on the crew, which was of course the last thing you would ever want to do.

"Everyone is worried about you." Law said, and all the air rushed from your body. Oh. Now you understood. At least you knew what was happening now.

"Oh. Okay.." You trailed off, unsure of what he wanted you to say to that. Clearly, Law wasn't too sure what he wanted to say either. He knew the conversation was important, and apparently was needed, but he just didn't know how to do it. Silence followed where the two of you sat, fidgeting, uncomfortable but with no words to share.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Captain." You said, hoping to prompt.. something. Anything really.

"You know we all care about you, right? We'd miss you if you were gone." The words left Law in a rush, as if he needed to force them out, and you weren't surprised that it felt like that. You all knew he cared about you sure, but he wasn't often verbally affectionate.

"I know Cap. Logically.. I know."

"But that doesn't make a difference." Law finished, a knowing expression on his face. As if he'd experienced something like that before.

"Yeah." You agreed, voice just a whisper. That was exactly it. Sometimes it didn't matter how much you knew that the crew cared for you, because the voice in your head would whisper that they didn't really, that they were only pretending. It was exhausting both to listen and to ignore it.

"You know if there was more I could do for you, I would. If you would talk to me I could.. prescribe you something? It might help." Law offered tentatively, but you just shook your head. You really didn't like the idea of being medicated. It wasn't something that you wanted, unless necessary.

"And isolating yourself isn't a solution - don't think we don't see you doing it. It makes you worse, and I think you know that too." You looked down at your feet with a sigh, not giving him a response. Of course you knew, but it just wasn't that easy. But then, he knew that too. Law had been through the ringer, he understood if nobody else did.

"I want help, Cap." You whispered, and Law rounded his desk to pull you to his chest. Law was prone to small, casual acts of physical touch like patting someone's back or leaning against them - but a hug was special. You embraced him in return, clutching at him like he was a lifeline.

"I've got you. I'm here."

You hadn't meant to do it.. okay maybe you had. There was no use hiding it really, but you also didn't feel bad about it. He didn't deserve you feeling bad about it.

You'd had a partner, back on your home island, before you'd joined the Red Hair Pirates. He'd been sweet, at first, but over time he'd changed. Story of your life. He'd been doting, cared for you, you felt good. Then, you'd experienced the way your friends on the Red Force treated you, and in comparison he didn't seem all that special anymore. Then, his letters had changed in tone too. He was frustrated at first about you being separated, which you understood, being long distance was hard. Then he was angry you'd left. Then he talked bad about your crew members. Then he turned to accusing you.

And, well, if he'd already made up his mind, you may as well be exactly what he accused you of. It wasn't like he could do anything to stop you, and you could just choose to never go back home.

Benn was a far better lay than your ex ever could've been, too.

You'd spent many nights (and early mornings) together, moaning and borderline screaming, bringing yourselves pleasure over and over, in a way you'd never experienced before. You stopped missing him, stopped responding to his letters, stopped reading them altogether. You weren't official with Benn, but you didn't need to be, you were happy with what you had going.

One day, the snail rang. Shanks hadn't been expecting a call, and when it began with yelling, he'd almost put it down, until he saw your face. It was your ex.

"Let me, please boss." Benn said with a grin that promised trouble, and with a smirk of his own, Shanks handed the snail over.

"How can we help ya?" Benn asked, rocking back in his chair, feet propped up on the table in front of him.

"Sorry, don't know anyone called that." He said, looking directly at you. He winked, flicking his tongue out to wet his lips.

"Oh shit, you're right. No, I know who you mean. Yeah, but I wouldn't say yours." There was a pause, then a lot of yelling, with some strong language.

"Well yeah, have to say, I didn't realise. Otherwise I probably wouldn't have spent all those nights inside them like that."

Benn sat the snail back on the table and let your ex yell himself hoarse. What did either of you care what he had to say anyway? Eventually, he picked the snail up once again to speak.

"Yeah, I'm done listening to your horseshit. Don't call again." And then he ended the call. Well, at least that ties off that loose end.

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There was nobody quite like Roronoa Zoro. He was a one of a kind, and destined to achieve his goals. Okay, maybe you were just a little biased, but it was hard not to believe in your crewmates with the way Luffy spoke about dreams, particularly the dreams of everyone on the crew. Yes, you were particularly biased toward Zoro, but that was nobody's business but your own.

You often lay awake in bed at night, listening to the waves of the ocean crash against the side of the Merry, thinking about him. Your beautiful bunkmate Nami was none the wiser, often falling asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. You, on the other hand, couldn't help losing sleep because you lay awake fantasising about what could be between you and Zoro.

Maybe it was a pipe dream, a foolish fantasy, but that didn't stop you thinking about it anyway. Anything could be real in the realms of your mind.

The more time passed, and your feelings for Zoro continued to develop, the more you struggled to face him head on. You were still friends and foremost, but you preferred not to spend time with him alone, because it came to a point where all you could think about was taking the dive and confessing, maybe kissing him, and you couldn't bare to lose the close friendship you have.

Then, one day, Zoro found you alone, and sat down beside you. Usually you'd have waited a while, then made your excuses and left him there alone, but the look on his face told you this was important, and worth waiting to hear.

"I'm shit with words, so I'm just gonna come out with it.. I like you. Like I wanna kiss you, or whatever." The two of you sat there in silence for a long while, Zoro's eyes on the deck beneath his feet and yours on him. He what?

"You.. with me?" You asked, struggling to make your words be coherent, your brain was still busy catching up with you.

"Yeah. If you want." Zoro responded, shrugging as if he didn't care, or it didn't matter, but both of you knew that it did.

"Like right now?" You asked, and Zoro spent a long minute looking at you, as if wondering if you were stupid (or maybe regretting confessing). Rather than responding, Zoro simply inched toward you, then pressed his lips against yours. You couldn't find it in yourself to complain about that.

Maybe women would always want Zoro, and always try their luck with him. Maybe you would never be able to ignore it, but you couldn't blame them.

After all, there was nobody quite like Roronoa Zoro.

You softly approached Dragon from behind. He was precisely where you'd known that he'd be, standing on the balcony outside of his office, looking out toward the East.

"Cornelia asked me to pass these along, sir." You said, holding out a few papers to Dragon, and after a brief pause he tore his gaze away from the horizon to take the papers from you. He flicked through them, and nodded. One final glance spared for the horizon later, Dragon led the way into his office, setting the papers onto an ever growing stack on his desk.

You remembered the day you first met Dragon. He'd been a younger man back then, and far less quiet. Less brooding. He'd been a young man who inspired the masses.

"Do you know why I do what I do?" He'd asked you, a beer in hand and a grin in place on his face.

"Why?" You asked, even though you were sure he'd start monologuing. You wanted to listen.

"I want my name to be on the lips of thousands. Not because I want to be worshipped, but because I want to be known for helping people who need it. I want to be able to do whatever it takes to change the world. I feel like I was born to do this, like there's freedom in my veins. I have to share it, because I remember a time I didn't feel like this and nobody should have to feel like that every day. I want to be a symbol, not of a movement, but of what our world could be. I want to spread.. freedom and health and joy." Dragon finished, looking down into his cup. He chanced a look over at you to find you smiling. "I don't know if that makes sense."

"I'll follow you, Dragon. That sounds like a cause I can support."

"Are you alright, Dragon?" You asked. You didn't often use his name anymore, but in soft and gentle moments like these, it felt important.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked in response and you just sighed. You rounded his desk to sit atop the side closest to him, reaching out to take a hand of his in your own.

"I'm your friend. Talk to me." You pleaded gently, squeezing his hand softly.

"The dawn is coming. I know it is. It'll rise in the East, and I think it's going to rise without me." It was such a silly thing to be upset about, because it wasn't rising without him, it was rising because of him.

"That boy of yours is magnificent. You created him with freedom in his veins, it's what makes his very heart beat, and you gave him that gift. The dawn isn't coming without you, it's coming because of you. Because of everything you've done since the day you left the marines," you insisted, pulling him closer to look straight into his eyes, "you'll be there at the final war, and we'll win. Together. Because you told me once that it isn't about you - it's about the people. Don't forget that now." Dragon smiled, just a small fragile thing, but he pulled you into a hug like he hadn't given in years, and your heart softened.

"Thank you for staying by my side all these years." He said softly, and you could only laugh, a grin on your face because he'd put it there all those years ago.

"There's nowhere I'd rather be."

You'd never been someone that was prone to jealousy. What was the point in it, really? Being jealous didn't change anything about a situation, and it was more likely to create an issue between partners than do anything good. You thought it was all a bit ridiculous really. Then you started dating Hongo.

Things changed just a little.

You hated feeling jealous, even worse feeling possessive. Hongo was yours though, your boyfriend, your partner, your lover. Yours. These ridiculous women with their flirtatious jokes and horrific pickup lines just didn't seem to understand how uninterested he was.

The longer the two of you were together, the more you and your understanding of yourself seemed to shift. You weren't entirely sure that you were comfortable with it, but if that was the cost of being with Hongo then you were willing to withstand it.

It'd been easy for him to make you fall for him, too easy really - it was almost embarrassing. You were a grown woman, you'd met many men in your life, but the truth was just that none of them compared to Hongo. He had you hooked from the very beginning, without even trying, and you were helpless to do anything but fall for him. Not that you'd tried to stop it. No man had been able to do that to you before. He made you incredibly shy, which generally speaking wasn't abnormal for you, but Hongo in particular just made it so much worse. You were honestly a little in awe of him.

"What you thinkin' of, honey?" Hongo asked, smirking at you from his seat beside you, chin in his hand.

"Huh?" You asked dumbly, face heating as you realised that you'd have to admit you were thinking about him if you wanted to tell the truth.

"You weren't thinkin' of me were you? All appropriate thoughts, I hope?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows, and you reached out to shove him playfully, not willing to respond to his teasing.

As much as you often withered under his attention, and he made you embarrassed of what a school girl you'd become because of him, you couldn't help loving him, and hoping that he loved you too. You weren't sure what you'd do if he didn't - probably be a little hopeless.

"Can I get a kiss?" He asked softly, reaching out to gently take your hand in his own, and with your heart fluttering and stomach twisting, you leaned in closer to accept the offered kiss, never able to deny Hongo, nor yourself.

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You should've known better, really. To think you'd fallen for the self-absorbed captain of the Kid pirates with the overinflated ago. Fool you for not trying just a little harder at self-preservation really.

Really, truly, it was your mistake. But then, he was the one who'd done wrong so why not blame him anyway?

You'd met in a bar. What a place to meet a guy, huh? You were both a couple of drinks deep, but sober enough to hold a conversation. He'd drawn you in with the most basic, cheesy lines. He hadn't even come up with lines that were specific to your own appearance - but you'd liked them. They were so bad that they'd made you laugh, and that was his in. 

He swooped in and rushed you off your feet, a whirlwind of feelings and what could almost be considered love bombing. He showered you with affection and gentle words, and hell the sex was great. Then he was gone. He boarded his ship with promises to call, and then just.. Didn’t. Not once. Captain Kid was gone and he’d left you alone with no promise of return, and no number for his den den.

So yeah, maybe you were the idiot for not realising what would happen. He was a pirate and pirates didn’t do settling down. But he was so hot, you couldn’t have passed up the opportunity. 

“You know what’s on the menu here?” A man asked as he stepped up beside you. You glanced up at him with a raised brow, baffled by the question. Before you were able to reply something that would likely be scathing, he followed up with. “Hopefully me ‘n’ you.” It was ridiculous, and it was awful, but it caught you so off guard that you laughed. “What a line.” You replied, smiling at the bartender as you ordered a drink for yourself. The man cut in and ordered one for himself, letting the bartender know he’d be paying for both drinks. Alright, he had jokes and he had berri - he was off to a good start. “You here with anyone tonight, beautiful?” He asked, and you pursed your lips to hide a still lingering smile. “Nope. I’m a local.” That was a stupid thing to tell him, on reflection, it told him that he could play you. “Let me keep you company then. I’ve heard there’s pirates around, and they can be dangerous.” “Are you dangerous, Mr..?” “Kid. Captain Kid.” You took a long moment to regard him, looking him up and down, then you decided that he’d do. “I’ll take that as a yes then.” And the night continued from there. “I’d definitely call myself that,” Kid said, clearly smug as he took his drink from the bartender, “I’d call myself a lot of things.” He said, turning to you with a broad smirk on his face. “I’m sure you would.” You replied, reaching out to rest a hand on his large bicep.

He paid for your drinks for the rest of the night, and eventually he dragged you out onto the dancefloor. You swayed around, grinding against his muscular chest and his crotch, seeing how far you could rile him before he’d really push the boundary. He was by no means a gentleman with the way his hands wandered your body, and how he grabbed your hips to pull you against his body, but he’d yet to touch anything particularly private. You woke up beside him in bed the next morning, which told you just how far you had to push him to get what you wanted - not very.

You probably never had a real chance with him, you know that now as you look at a photograph of him with someone else shared in the papers by big news Morgan. He seemed to be wooing people all across the grand line and you couldn’t blame anyone for letting themselves be seduced - it’d worked on you after all. Now you sat in the bar where you met him, the same drink he’d been buying for you in your hand, and in your mind you cursed his name because you knew you’d never forget the nights you spent together. He’d hardly told you that he loved you, neither of you were so stupid, but his every touch had felt like a little whisper of emotion, and his promise to see you again as he left felt true.

Your bad, you suppose.

Hina was a special kind of woman, and to think she'd chosen you. She was beautiful, tall, commanding - many marines scrambled for a piece of her but she'd picked you. You didn't get the chance to see her often, since you weren't serving directly under her, but whenever you did it was electric. You worshipped her and she basked in the attention, a perfect dynamic. Occasionally she'd even worship you in return, on her knees before you for your pleasure, and there was nothing that left you feeling higher.

But you were becoming tired.

Hina would come around, make you feel special, make you feel wanted and then she'd disappear without a word and never call, leaving you wanting and waiting for when you'd get a chance to see her again. The entire arrangement was a secret, that was an unspoken rule, but you'd confided in a friend that the woman you were seeing was doing that and they'd insisted you should leave her.

During the course of your relationship with Hina you'd been keeping a diary, your way of getting all the feelings you wanted to share out without spilling the secret you were keeping. After the conversation with your friend, you'd sat down and read it back.

She was gorgeous, stunning, perfect, she cared for you, she touched you, she saw you. She was gone, you were left hurting, wanting, hurting. That was the pattern. An entry or two would detail how wonderful it was to be with her, how amazing you felt, how happy she made you. Then the next entry would be how hurt you were that she'd left without a word again, how you wished you could call her, how you felt lost without her. It didn't seem healthy.

That night you wrote another entry, detailing how you wanted to break the relationship off, so that if you got caught up when you tried the entry would serve as a reminder of how you felt. Like you were being mistreated.

"Hello gorgeous." Hina greeted when she saw you next, delicate hands wrapping around your body and ghosting over your torso, attempting to get a rise out of you no doubt. It'd been just a week since you'd made your decision and you still held strong, you wanted to end the arrangement you had so you could pursue something better.

"Hina." You replied, taking her hands in yours to remove them from your body, uninterested in falling back into her addictive embrace. Thankfully she'd found you alone, in a room that was near sound proof, because you couldn't begin to guess what would happen next.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today." She replied with a raised brow, but removed her hands anyway, slotting them into the pockets of her trousers. You sighed, closing your eyes to steel yourself for what you wanted to do next.

"Hina - I don't want to see you anymore." You said, looking anywhere but directly at her.

"Where is this coming from?"

"You left me."

"Which time?"

"Exactly. I can't keep doing this." You insisted, though you weren't sure how strong you would be if she began to try to talk you back into her arms. Hina hummed, thinking on your words, and you stood there before her waiting for her answer.

"Okay." She said simply, and shrugged, brushing some hair from her face. That was it?

"What?" You asked dumbly, staring at her with confusion written all over your face. Was it truly going to be that easy? Did she care for you so little?

"I said okay. If you're done, that's fine. I had fun." Hina winked at you, then turned and left you where she'd found you, in a storage room of the ship, alone.

The fact that she'd walked away so easily was what hurt the most.