Relationships: Kaku/Rob Lucci, Kalifa/Nami, Kalifa & Rob Lucci, Nami & Rob Lucci
Characters: Rob Lucci, Kaku, Kalifa, Nami
Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Sun and Moon dynamic, Celestial Courts, Sun!Kaku, Moon!Lucci, Meet-Cute (Kinda), Plot Twists, Alternate Universe - Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Fusion, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
Summary: It's not rare that a meeting is called between the Court of the Sun and the Court of the Moons. It's not rare for Lucci to attend these meetings. It is, however, rare for Lucci to find his universe so thoroughly changed at them.
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The readers devil fruit allows her to mimic other devil fruits. This peaks Lucci's attention when she locks eyes with him and blinks, her eyes now leopard like, as she shivers and her skin ripples like mystique, fur sprouting making Luffy snicker because she usually mimics Chopper and now they have access to the Neko Neko no mi. Lucci tilts his head and feels the overwhelming need to claim her.
Imagine that there is a very confused and concerned women staring at their newborn IVF baby who is starting to suspiciously look like one of the warlords.
Doflamingo’s Lover strives every single day to be both the bane of their existence and the unforgettable love of his life.
Imagine just staring at Hattori dead in his beady eyes and just slowly dropping some crackers for it to eat.
On that note a scene that would feel out of a drug induced dream would be if Lucci took advice from Hattori and busts out some dance moves with a lot of arm action to attract someone.
Imagine being in a telenovela romance with any of Charlotte siblings 😂😂😂
On a sad note two songs I can think of right now that would fit in a Corazon x reader tragic love story would be
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Vibe: fantasy AU, monster romance, Cerberus AU, guardian of the underworld, lost in the forest, eerie atmosphere, mythological creature, protective monster, strangers to lovers, slow burn, mutual trust, intimidating but gentle, bridge guardian, dark fantasy, hurt/comfort 🐺🌫️🌉🖤🤍✨
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The mist swallowed you so quickly that the sound of your own breath startled you. The forest was silent. Not a peaceful silence, but the kind where every living thing holds its breath, waiting for you to make a mistake.
Pine needles muffled your footsteps, yet you felt as though your slightest movement was violating some ancient, sacred law. You were used to your walks, but this fog had rolled in so thick and fast that you no longer had any idea where you were.
You walked on blindly, one hand outstretched. The cold dampness clung to your eyelashes, your cheeks, and your lips.
When the sound of rushing water finally drifted through the trees, your heart steadied for a moment. A river. Something real. Something with a direction. It was the first thing you remembered from survival shows. Find and follow the water.
But the river you found was black, wide, and sluggish. It looked motionless, as if time itself had become snagged in its depths. Arching over it was a stone bridge, ancient and overgrown with moss. Beyond it, nothing could be seen but a milky shroud of fog.
You stepped onto the bridge. The stones were slick and freezing, as if they had just been hauled out of icy water.
Halfway across, the mist ahead thickened and then suddenly parted, like a door opening into a stranger’s room. You froze.
Three pairs of eyes glowed in the darkness. They were too symmetrical, too close together, and yet they moved approaching calmly, steadily, without haste. All three gazes pierced your chest like three cold blades pressed against your skin.
As the figure stepped within reach, you saw what it was. It looked like a man… and yet not.
A tall body, muscular and firm, with a human stance, but instead of a single head, there were three. Each possessed sharp features and canine traits: pointed ears and elongated fangs. Each head looked a different way, yet all three shared the same hungry intensity.
"You are not dead," the first head said, its voice deep and slow.
"You have no business here," the second stated with sharper, unerring authority.
"Go back to where you came from," the third snarled.
"I’m… I’m not dead… I’m lost," you breathed, trying to keep your voice from trembling. The words sounded ridiculously small against them.
All three heads tilted. The air around you changed, growing heavy and dense, as if the mist itself had become their breath.
"Lost," the first head repeated, a hint of something almost like amusement in its tone.
"People do not get lost here," said the second. "People are… brought."
"Souls of the dead," the third whispered.
Your heart thrummed against your ribs. You should run. You knew it with a certainty that hurt. But your legs were fused to the stone, and an icy knot had formed in your throat, swallowing both your words and your reason.
"Please," you tried again, "I just… I want to go home."
The three-headed man moved. Not like an animal, not with the jerky movements of a beast, but like a predator who knows his strength and has nothing to prove. He took one step, then another. He was so close now he was practically on top of you.
His human hands with nails just sharp enough to resemble claws gripped the bridge’s railing on either side of you. He caged you between himself and the mist without even touching you.
"Home," the first head said, and it sounded almost sad. "Home is a word for the living."
"And you are still living," the second added. "Which means you have time… to offer something."
"Or someone," the third whispered, his teeth glinting.
"I have nothing," you managed to choke out.
The silence that followed was worse than any snarl. The river below shifted or did you just imagine it? Ripples appeared on the surface, as if something had breached just below and vanished again.
The mist at the edges of the bridge curled into shapes resembling hands. Something in the dark woods began to claw at the bark of the trees.
And he… laughed. Three voices, three different shades of the same sound, skittered across your skin like frost.
"Then it is simple," the second head said.
"Simple things are often the most dangerous," the first countered.
"But the most delicious," the third concluded.
His right hand finally moved. He touched your chin, gently, absurdly gently. The contact was warm. Humanly warm. And yet, you couldn't help but imagine how that same hand could break you with a single squeeze.
"Do you hear that?" the first head asked.
You held your breath and listened. At first, nothing. Then… a whisper. Not from his mouths. From within the mist. Faint, urgent, like voices crawling under a door. Whispering, urging, wailing…
"That is not us," the second head said, its eyes narrowing.
"That is what drew you here," said the first.
"And if you want to go home," the third added, "you must go back."
"So you’ll… let me go?" you blurted out before you could think better of asking a monster for mercy.
The three heads looked at one another as if holding a silent council one that didn't involve you, yet decided your life. Then the second head looked back at you, sharp as a final judgment.
"I will not let you go," he said. The blood drained from your face. "I will escort you," he finished, and there was a power in that word that took your breath away.
"I don't want an escort," you forced out, though it sounded weak. "I want to leave."
"Leaving is a direction," the first head said, "but here, directions deceive."
"And you would only lose yourself again," said the second.
"And I do not like losing what is mine," the third added, sounding almost… jealous.
"What are you?" you asked, because when you cannot run, all you have left are questions. "Why are you standing here?"
The man straightened. The mist behind him tore for a moment, and you saw the silhouette of a massive gate in the distance, rusted, draped in chains, and etched with symbols that seared your eyes when you tried to focus on them. And near that gate, something was moving.
"I am the guardian," the first head said.
"I am the judge," said the second.
"And I am… hunger," the third whispered, making you flinch.
But then came something that didn't fit this image of horror. The second head, the strictest one, leaned closer to you. Its voice softened, steadied, became more human. It was as if beneath the fangs and fur, there was a discipline that had decided to be fair.
"My name is Rob Lucci," he said. "And if you have stepped onto my bridge, it means you are in danger. Not from me."
"Then from whom?" you whispered.
A rustle came from the distance, like a wet snake being dragged over stone. The mist began to contract toward you, and the whispering grew louder. They weren't words anymore, but something hungry and slimy, chanting your name without you knowing how it knew it.
Lucci's three heads turned simultaneously toward the fog. You noticed the muscles in his arms tighten, his fingers digging slightly into the stone railing. He wasn't afraid. He was… ready.
"Behind me," the second head commanded. You didn't have time to protest. With a single movement, he pulled you toward him until you were standing right behind his back.
Something emerged from the mist that shouldn't have had a shape. Something like a man, yet like a shadow, with fingers that trailed to the ground. Its head was nothing but a hole where the whispers gathered.
And Lucci growled. The sound vibrated through your bones, the sound of a hound defending its territory, and the sound of a man who had made his choice. His third head smiled, but this time it wasn't cruel. It was dangerously satisfied.
"Touch her," the second head said coldly into the mist, "and you will remain here, torn to pieces." The shadow wavered as if laughing soundlessly. Then it took a step closer.
In that instant, Lucci’s three pairs of eyes flared. Not with light, but with intent. The mist around you tore apart as if sliced. Lucci moved faster than you could follow. You heard only an impact, the crack of stone, and the sound of claws scraping against something you couldn't even fathom.
You stood rooted to the spot, gripping the stone railing. The whispering turned into a shriek.
When the wailing finally died down, the mist frayed and receded like a low tide. Only dark smears remained on the bridge stones, quickly soaking into the moss. No body. Nothing to suggest the danger that had been there.
Lucci stood calmly, his breathing only slightly deeper. The three heads turned to you. The first seemed to be inspecting you. The second was firm and focused. The third… the third looked at you in a way that made your stomach flip for a reason entirely different than fear.
"Are you alright?" the second head asked.
"I… I think so," you exhaled.
Lucci walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder, his fingers sliding down to your arm. The touch was still firm, but it wasn't just protective anymore. There was something cautious in it, almost… tender.
"You are stubborn," the first head remarked, as if making a diagnosis.
"And careless," the second added.
"And yet… I don't mind it," the third grumbled, and you flushed, even though you told yourself it was impossible to feel warm in such a chill.
"You… you really aren't the one who wanted to hurt me?" you asked softly.
Lucci was silent for a moment. Then the second head leaned down until his breath warmed your ear.
"I am Cerberus," he said. "I was created to guard, to ensure the living do not go where they shouldn't. And to ensure that which is there… does not return."
"Then why… why did you protect me?" you swallowed.
The three heads paused, as if even he were looking for the answer. Finally, the first spoke, more gently.
"Because you are alive."
"Because you are innocent," the second added matter-of-factly.
"Because you stepped onto my bridge… and I no longer consider you a stranger," the third said almost in a whisper.
Those words pricked you beneath your ribs. Not with pain, but with something you didn't want to admit because it was absurd. Because he was the guardian of the underworld. Because he had three heads and fangs. Because he could destroy you. And yet… he held you as if you were something that must not be broken.
"Will you escort me?" you asked before you could realize it was both a plea and a challenge. "At least… to the end of the bridge."
Lucci’s eyes narrowed, all three pairs. It looked as though he were deciding whether to let you get used to him. Then he nodded.
"I will," he said.
And then, almost imperceptibly, the second head brushed against your temple in a brief, careful gesture that felt like a kiss.
You began to walk. The stones beneath your feet no longer felt so slick. The mist still swirled ahead, but now it parted as if it were afraid to touch you.
"And if I get lost again?" you asked after a moment, just to make sure the moment was real.
"Then I will find you," the third head smirked.
"That doesn't sound very comforting," you mumbled, but the corners of your lips twitched.
"It should," the second head replied dryly.
"You won't be alone," the first added quietly, with a hint of something soft.
At the end of the bridge, the mist finally broke. Beyond it lay a forest, different from the one you had come from. Lucci still held you close. Not as a prisoner. As someone he had chosen to protect.
"So… home?" he asked, and this time his voice was only one, smooth, human, almost warm.
"Yes," you answered softly, looking up at him.
Lucci’s smile was brief, barely visible. His arm pulled you a fraction closer, and you found yourself leaning into his side as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Good," he said. "Then for now… stay with me."
And in that singular warmth in the middle of the cold woods, you smiled for the first time, truly.
I know in canon all of the CP9 Agents came from a special child soldier training island, but that's boring and doesn't even make sense for a good chunk of them??? (Kaku's too normal, Kumadori is too weird, etc, etc)
So here's a brief overview of my headcanons for their origins and specialties:
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Rob Lucci - The Premiere Child Soldier, acquired age 9 after an act of extreme violence! He's a one-man-army who's meant to Send A Message (aka the assassinations that are very obviously on the WG's orders)
Jabra - An Ex-Bounty Hunter! A very disorganized one though, he did it mostly because he just likes killing people. He's good at short-term infiltration that ends in mass executions.
Kaku - Transferred from Marine Intelligence! Honestly Kaku is just a normal guy who is also very, very good at killing people! He's good at infiltration especially in urban environments and, unlike a lot of these guys, he can be trusted not to triple the death count on a whim!
Blueno - Also an Ex-Bounty Hunter! However, unlike Jabra, Blueno was a goddamn professional. He was probably a big name in his home sea before he dropped off the map. He, unsurprising, specializes in infiltration and acquisitions (His fruit is very helpful!)
Kalifa - Another child soldier! However, she got picked up at age 12, which means she has been socialized a little more. Similarly to Kaku she specializes in urban infiltration and, frankly, her relative weirdness is typically overlooked because she's a hot woman.
Kumadori - They just Found him, and frankly leaving him to his own devices seemed...unwise. Backstory sparknotes is that he was banished from Wano as a child with his assassin mother (she killed his father lol, he was an important lord and they had a domestic and well...) who taught him how to be Very Good at Murder. He specializes in no survivors OR in cases where the WG doesn't even want theories about their involvement, because he really doesn't act like a typical Cipher Pol Agent
Fukurou - Unsurprising another Child Soldier, acquired at age 8. Initially picked up for his power sensing ability, but then excelled in the CP9 training program. He CANNOT be trusted with infiltration missions and instead is usually sent on missions with the goal of no survivors. (This is why Fukurou is Jabra's favorite mission partner! He likes it when his targets know he's coming)
Special Mentions!
Nero - A child soldier, picked up at age 14! He had potential, but... Well let's just say Spandam was getting desperate to pad CP9's ranks after sending away 4 of his best guys for 5 whole years.
Donquixote Doflamingo - In my DonSwap!AU he ends up being dropped into the child soldier program at age 10 or 11. He, like Jabra, specializes in short-term infiltration that ends in mass executions! However, their methods are different enough that they hate working together
