Chapters: 12/?
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Rob Lucci/Sabo
Characters: Sabo (One Piece), Rob Lucci, Cipher Pol 9, Paulie (One Piece), Kaku (One Piece)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Water 7, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Sabo, Alpha Lucci, Omega Verse, Arranged Marriage, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Kind Of, some childhood trauma, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Omegas Have Unique Nests Suited to Them, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Past Sexual Abuse, Childhood Abuse, Sabo falls first but Lucci falls harder
Summary:
Walking into his father’s study to see his parents smiling at him set off every alarm bell ringing within Sabo’s mind. A letter was thrust into his hands with a demand to read its contents. He glanced over it with a furrowed brow, freezing when he realized it was from the A/O Matchup Program.
“We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected as a mate by Alpha Rob Lucci.”
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After being matched through a government program, Sabo is sent to Water 7 to help legitimize the undercover alias of a CP9 agent.
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Vibe: fantasy AU, monster romance, minotaur AU, Water 7 setting, gentleman Lucci, protective escort, hidden soft side, intimidating appearance, quiet romance, slow burn, mutual curiosity, stoic x talkative, Hattori the pigeon, city stroll, subtle flirting, emotional restraint 🐂🕊️🌊🤍✨
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The streets of Water 7 smelled of salt spray, wet wood, and workshop oil. The canals shimmered like liquid mirrors, and the city swayed to the rhythm of the tide as if it were breathing.
You loved getting lost in it all. Not because you didn't know where you were going, but because, for a moment, the maze of bridges and stairs made you feel free. Besides, it led to unexpected treasures as a tucked-away bookstore here, a charming teahouse or bakery there.
The wind kept you company that day. It played mischief with your hair and tugged at your clothes, acting as if it were playing a practical joke.
Just as you were about to turn down a side alley, a sudden gust dropped a black hat at your feet. It landed in a puddle with a soft plop.
You stopped and reached down for it. It was high quality, heavier than it looked, with a smooth brim and subtle silver stitching along the ribbon. You picked it up, holding it against the light to inspect it. Suddenly, a deep voice calm and steady echoed from the alley.
"That’s mine," he said. You turned around.
A man stepped out of the shadows... no, a minotaur. Yet he moved with such silence that you weren't entirely sure if his feet even touched the ground.
He was impossibly tall, with broad shoulders and muscles defined beneath a white tank top as if carved from stone. Two robust horns rose from his forehead, smooth and meticulously kept. His eyes were narrow, grey, observant... and strangely beautiful.
Then you noticed something that didn't fit his imposing frame at all, a small white pigeon perched on his shoulder, calmly preening its feathers.
"Rob Lucci," he added, as if that explained everything. The minotaur gave your hand and the hat a brief glance. You offered a half-smile, realizing your tongue was already moving faster than your brain.
"Oh, here you go," you said, handing him the hat. He took it. His fingers were large, but surprisingly gentle.
"Thank you," he said with a slight accent.
"You're welcome." You looked away toward the canal water to hide a sudden flash of embarrassment. "The wind seemed to want to play with it."
"The wind takes things that aren't tied down." The corner of his mouth twitched. It wasn't quite a smile, more like the shadow of one. The pigeon on his shoulder cooed as if in agreement.
"This is..." You looked at his peculiar companion again.
"Hattori," Lucci said, donning the hat so the brim’s shadow fell over his eyes. "He’s with me."
"I see." You nodded, but curiosity still lingered. Who walks around Water 7 with a pigeon? And who looks like they could snap a bridge with one hand but speaks so calmly?
You were about to leave, it was the sensible thing to do.
"Are you here alone?" he asked. Even though it sounded like a casual question, there was something in his tone that made you straighten up.
"Yes," you answered truthfully. "Just... taking a walk."
"Water 7 isn't always kind to those just 'taking a walk.' Especially not to strangers." Lucci nodded. His horns caught the light as it filtered into the alley.
"That sounds like a threat," you blurted out. The pigeon cooed again, sounding offended this time.
"It was a warning." Lucci looked at you for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.
"So, what do you suggest?" you asked, realizing the moment the words left your mouth that you’d said them out loud.
"An escort," he replied simply. "At least to the main street."
You wanted to laugh and decline. But looking around, the side alley seemed suddenly darker than it had a moment ago. The air grew cold, and you noticed two men standing on a distant corner, looking far too bored for their own good.
"Fine," you said softly. "At least to the main street."
Lucci stepped out beside you. It was strange how the world changed with him there. People who had been pushing past a moment ago now stepped aside. It wasn't just his height or the horns, it was the quiet authority he radiated, like someone who enters a room and doesn't have to say a word to be heard.
You tried not to look pleased. But... you were.
"Do you walk here often?" you asked after a while, trying to break the silence that was beginning to tickle your nerves.
"Yes," he replied.
"For work?" you asked, the first thing that came to mind.
"For duty." His gaze drifted aside, as if measuring the bridge ahead.
"You talk like someone with secrets." You frowned, it was as vague as it sounded.
"Secrets are practical," he replied calmly.
"And romantic?" you blurted out before you could stop yourself. Well, in books, things usually turned romantic at the end, didn't they?
Silence. Only the water splashing against the stones and the distant thunder of a shipyard broke the quiet. Lucci looked at you. There was something heavy in that look, something that brushed against your skin like velvet and a blade all at once.
"Romance is... an unnecessary luxury," he said.
"That sounds sad," you muttered.
"Sadness is also practical."
"You’re terrible," you murmured with a laugh.
And that’s when it happened. As you passed a wooden ramp leading to a smaller bridge, one of the bored-looking men stepped forward.
"Hey, lady," he called out, his voice sugary and fake. "How about giving us some of that attention?"
His crony laughed. A few people turned their heads, but no one did a thing. Water 7 knew how to look the other way.
You instinctively stepped half a pace closer to Lucci. Not because you were helpless, but because his presence was like a wall. Surprisingly, you felt safe with him, even if you probably shouldn't have.
Lucci didn't even stop. He simply turned slightly to put himself between you and the men. Hattori tilted his head, eyeing them.
"Leave," Lucci said calmly.
"What?" the first one spat. "You gonna tell me-"
The men froze. Lucci took a single step forward. That was all it took. There was no outburst, no grand gesture. Just the overwhelming certainty that if he wanted to, he could drop them both into the water before they finished their sentence.
The man swallowed and backed away. His companion shook his head as if he’d suddenly decided he wasn't in the mood for trouble after all. They vanished.
"Thank you," you breathed.
"I told you, Water 7 isn't kind." Lucci turned back to you as if nothing had happened.
"So it wasn't a threat," you admitted.
"No."
You watched his profile for a moment, the firm line of his jaw, the horns that looked dangerous yet... elegant. You couldn't help yourself.
"Why did you help me, anyway?" Lucci was silent for so long you thought he wouldn't answer.
"Because you picked up my hat," he said finally.
"That's... a very small reason," you blinked, surprised.
"Small things are often important," he said, and the corners of his mouth lifted in a tiny smile.
"So you're actually... a gentleman." You couldn't help but smile back, the nervousness gone. The pigeon cooed triumphantly, as if taking the credit.
"No." Lucci looked at the bird for a second, then back at you.
"But-"
"I just have rules," he stated.
"I see." You leaned a fraction closer, drawn in by his gravity. "And one of them is escorting strange women to safety?"
His eyes lingered on your lips for a heartbeat, and you weren't sure if you imagined it or if your heart really started racing like mad.
"One of them," he admitted. "A very small exception."
You reached the main street, where there was more light, more people, and more noise. Yet you felt as if everything else had faded into the background, leaving only the reality of him walking beside you.
"Well," you said, trying to sound normal. "It looks safe enough here." Lucci stopped. You did too. For a moment, you stood face to face. You had to look up quite a bit because of his height.
"Yes," he said. "Here." The pigeon cleared its throat. Seriously. How do pigeons even do that?
"He’s... awfully talkative for a bird," you laughed.
"He’s observant," Lucci corrected.
"I’d say that about someone else, too," you teased, looking directly at him. Something shifted in his gaze. It was as if you’d plucked a string that had been pulled taut for a long time.
"What is your name?" he asked. The question was simple, but it felt like more than just curiosity. As if he wanted to store you in his memory. As if he were allowing himself to know.
You told him your name. Lucci repeated it quietly, as if testing the taste of it. You shivered, when he said it, it sounded... important.
"Will you be out again tomorrow?" he asked after a moment.
"Why?" You paused.
"The wind," he answered seriously, glancing at his hat. "It might try to take it again." You blinked, and then it clicked. This was his version of an invitation.
"So you want me as... insurance against the wind?" A soft laugh escaped your lips.
"Yes," he said, perfectly calm.
"That is the worst date invitation I have ever heard," you sighed theatrically. Hattori cooed, sounding amused this time.
"Will you come?" Lucci didn't move, he just watched you.
You realized that something about his bluntness felt unexpectedly warm. No games. No grand speeches. Just a direct question and a quiet, steady wait.
"I'll come," you admitted. "But only if you promise that this time, I'll be the one warning you."
"About what?" he asked.
"About romance. It's dangerous. And completely impractical," you whispered.
Lucci looked at you, and then the corner of his mouth moved again. This time, it was a real, small smile that transformed his entire face for a fleeting second.
"Then I shall be careful," he said.
As you said your goodbyes and walked away, you turned back one last time. He was still standing there, the tall minotaur with the black hat and the pigeon on his shoulder, watching you go. And you realized that you were already looking forward to tomorrow.
In English, Hattori's played by Jason Liebrecht, whose notable roles include: Rob Lucci in One Piece, Dabi in My Hero Academia, Zeke Jaeger in Attack on Titan, and many more!
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What would it be like to have a boyfriend like Rob Lucci (One Piece) in real life?
+ Appearance and Demeanor
Impeccable Fashion Sense: He always shows up in sharply tailored suits, elegant trench coats, and his signature top hat. Walking beside him, you would constantly feel like you are accompanied by a high-level bodyguard or an upper-class gentleman.
Ice-Cold Aura: Lucci never engages in casual laughter or small talk. His razor-sharp gaze and barely expressive face will make everyone around you hesitant, ensuring no one dares to approach or bother you.
An Unusual Companion: He will always bring along his pigeon, Hattori. There will be days when he uses ventriloquism through Hattori to talk to you simply because... he doesn't feel like speaking himself.
+ Love Style and Behavior in the Relationship
Absolute Possessiveness and Control: As an assassin of CP0, his concept of "safety" means having total control over all information. Lucci will know exactly where you are, what you are doing, and who you are talking to 24/7. If you come home late, he won't send clingy text messages—he will simply appear right behind you like a ghost.
Dangerous Level of Protection: If someone teases or hurts you, Lucci won't just argue or make empty threats. Given his nature of "Absolute Justice" (in his extreme interpretation), that person will most likely "disappear" or spend a long time in the hospital without leaving a trace.
Actions Over Words: Don't expect cheesy romantic quotes or soft, Korean-drama-style gestures. Lucci shows affection through his physical presence, absolute protection, and by fulfilling all your material needs before you even have to ask.
+ Dark Side and Challenges
A Communication Disaster: Lucci is extremely taciturn and cold. During a conflict, he will never back down or soothe you. His strategy is absolute silence or using mental pressure until the other person backs off.
A Mindset That Values Strength: Lucci worships power and discipline. If you are someone who complains often, acts weak, or remains indecisive, he will quickly find it annoying.
Underlying Risks: At his core, Lucci is a "controlled cold-blooded killer." Living alongside someone who constantly radiates killer intent and despises the weak brings a significant sense of insecurity.
A relationship with Rob Lucci is truly only meant for those who prefer quiet, powerful, insanely cool "bad boys" and are willing to accept an intensely controlling love.
Fuck it, I've had a bad night/morning so here's headcanons that I probably only care about
Mihawk and Shanks have definitely broken a bed or two. Mihawk is the exact reason why I believe Shanks sleeps on just a mattress—no box spring, no frame, not even a sheet. Just a dozen blankets and a couple of lumpy pillows. He just doesn't care because no one will let him buy or make a new bed.
Buggy would either make an MLM or be incredibly susceptible to MLMs, there is no in-between.
Also I think Buggy has really bad cat allergies but that doesn't stop him from going directly towards any cat he sees.
Kaku tops. Lucci is his pampered pillow princess. Lucci would rather die than let people know he's a pillow princess.
Luffy thinks he can swim in a pool of ketchup if he tries hard enough. No one will let him test this out. He says it's not water so it SHOULD be possible...
Jinbei hardly thought of his love life, much less his sexuality, because he felt he had no time to waste on that. Then he met Brook and he's still confused.
