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If I May, If I Might - softlikestatic - One Piece (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]
Title: If I May, If I Might
Fandom: One Piece
Relationship: Kaku/Rob Lucci
Characters: Kaku, Rob Lucci
Tags: Romantic Angst, Angst, Star-crossed, Requited Love, But it’s sad, Kissing, Post-Water 7 Arc (One Piece), Pre-Egghead Island Arc (One Piece), Hand Jobs, Making Out
Summary: It’s a bad idea, a horrible idea - Lucci know this. He knows he shouldn’t do it, knows this would break everything he’s so diligently guarded. But he can’t help it. When Kaku asks him what Lucci wants, what he would do if he could have anything, the temptation is too much to resist. Lucci shows Kaku exactly what he wants.
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“I don’t fw you if your dumbass really curious
That boy Rob Lucci, he turn pussy when it’s serious” 🎵
So true actually
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are your legs tired? because you've been running through my mind all day and night - pigsocks - One Piece (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters:
1/1
Fandom:
One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating:
Explicit
Warnings:
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships:
Kaku/Rob Lucci
Characters:
Rob Lucci, Kaku (One Piece), Kalifa (One Piece), Jabra (One Piece), Cipher Pol 9
Additional Tags:
Pre-Relationship, Pre-Water 7 Arc (One Piece), Humor, Intercrural Sex, Hand Jobs, High Heels, Kaku and Kalifa are besties, Pining, this is SO self-indulgent don’t mind me, Lucci has an Extreme Thirst, and Kaku can be a little shit as a treat, Semi-Public Sex, do not post on other sites
Summary:
“What,” Lucci intoned, “are those.”
‘Those’ just happened to be high heels. Shiny black ones, and from the style they must have been from Kalifa’s collection, unless Kumadori picked up a new hobby that he was welcome to keep to himself.
“Oh, Lucci! These? They’re for mobility training!” Kaku said brightly, clacking the heels against the ground for emphasis. “If I can perfect running in these then I’ll be unstoppable! The first few days were a little rough, but I’m really starting to get the hang of ‘em now…”
(aka Lucci sees Kaku wearing heels and it awakens something inside of him.)
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Two pets with their baddie owners, trying to be rid of the pets’ employment. I accept it.
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The Leopard and Sunny
Sand, Sun, and Someone Infuriating
Taglist: @weirdnewbie @jennilynn63
Divider by: @dollywons
Maohi Island looked exactly like the kind of place Rob Lucci would never willingly set foot in.
The moment he stepped off the transport boat, heat swallowed him whole—thick, fragrant air loaded with salt, hibiscus pollen, and an obnoxious sense of cheerfulness. The sun shone too brightly. The ocean glimmered too happily. The gulls cried too freely.
Lucci hated it on sight.
Hattori however, ruffled pleasantly, cooing at the warm breeze like it was a long-lost lover.
“Traitor,” Lucci muttered.
The dock bustled with locals and resort staff in bright uniforms, all of them too energetic for this early in the morning. Lucci stood in the middle of it all like a shadow in a watercolor painting—crisp black suit, expression like carved ice, hands behind his back.
A staff member approached him with the wide, wary smile of someone who’d been warned.
“You must be Mr… uh… Lucci!” she chirped, though her voice cracked slightly. “Welcome to Maohi! We’re so happy to have you—”
“I’m not here by choice,” he cut in.
Her smile faltered.
“R-right. Of course. Your escort should be arriving shortly.”
“I do not require an escort.”
“Well, uh… the Mayor insisted. Said something about ensuring you’re ‘integrated into the island experience.’”
Lucci’s jaw tightened. “I am not here to experience anything.”
“Y-yes, sir!”
Hattori flapped his wings at her in reassurance. The woman nearly fainted from nerves.
Lucci exhaled slowly. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be anywhere that required sunglasses, sunscreen, or public interaction. A mission—any mission—would have been preferable.
But orders were orders.
He scanned the pier, ready to glare at whoever his “escort” was supposed to be—
—and then he felt it.
A presence. Not threatening, but piercing. A gaze that touched him like a hand poking at a bruise he didn’t know he had.
He turned.
And that’s when he saw you.
You walked toward him like you owned the pier.
Loose linen pants swayed with your stride, and a lightweight button-down shirt was knotted at your waist—practical clothes for the island heat, but you wore them with the calm confidence of someone who had nothing to prove. A leather satchel hung over one shoulder, bouncing against your hip with each step.
The sun framed you from behind, giving your outline a faint glow that annoyed him on principle.
You stopped in front of him, hands on your hips, sizing him up from head to toe.
Unhurried.
Unintimidated.
Unimpressed.
“Rob Lucci?” you asked. Not a hint of hesitation.
Lucci stared back. “Yes.”
You nodded like that confirmed every suspicion you already had.
Great. One of those.
The staff woman nearly collapsed with relief.
“Mayor’s daughter!” she gasped. “Thank goodness you’re here!”
Ah.
The Mayor’s daughter.
His forced handler.
Perfect.
You cocked an eyebrow at him.
“So. You’re the government attack dog they dumped on our island.”
Lucci felt the muscles in his jaw shift.
He wasn’t accustomed to people being so… direct.
“‘Government operative,’” he corrected coolly.
You shrugged. “Same difference. You bite people when told.”
Hattori let out a scandalized coo.
Lucci stared at you with a gaze that froze lesser men.
You didn’t even blink.
“Follow me,” you said, already turning on your heel. “I’ll show you where you’ll be staying. And before you complain—no, you don’t get a say in it.”
Lucci didn’t move.
Hattori tilted his head at him, questioning.
You turned back, impatience sparking in your eyes.
“What, did they forget to pack your social skills along with your luggage?”
The dock went silent.
A couple locals stifled laughter.
Lucci’s brow ticked lower.
“You are remarkably rude,” he said flatly.
“Thank you,” you said cheerfully. “Now come on. Sun’s only going to get hotter.”
He followed. Irritated. And curious despite himself.
Your stride was efficient, decisive, but relaxed in a way Lucci couldn’t replicate even under threat of death. You walked ahead but not too far—just enough to make sure he’d follow, but not enough to suggest you cared whether he did.
Hattori fluttered onto your shoulder and stayed there.
Lucci froze.
You glanced sideways at the bird.
“Oh? You coming with me now?”
Hattori cooed affectionately.
Lucci narrowed his eyes.
“Hattori. Return.”
Hattori cooed louder and nuzzled into your cheek.
You laughed softly.
Lucci’s eyebrow twitched.
Traitor. Again.
“He seems to like me,” you said casually.
“He doesn’t ‘seem’ anything. He is easily manipulated.”
“Or maybe he just knows a good person when he sees one.”
You didn’t say it as a jab. Not aloud. But the implication hung there anyway.
Lucci looked away.
Your path wound through the island’s central town—a lively coastal village full of open-air cafés, wood-carved shop signs, flower garlands hanging from rafters. Children ran barefoot along stone paths. Fruit vendors laughed under palm trees. Locals greeted you by name.
You waved back at each one without breaking stride.
“You’re popular,” Lucci said.
“I’m the Mayor’s daughter. Comes with the job.”
“You seem comfortable with it.”
“Someone has to be.” You shot him a look. “Not everyone enjoys scowling for a living.”
“I do not scowl.”
“You absolutely do.”
“I do not.”
You stopped walking, turned fully, and pointed directly at his face.
“That is a scowl.”
Lucci stared.
“It is my neutral expression.”
“Looks like you’re planning a homicide.”
Lucci said nothing.
“Multiple homicides,” you corrected.
Hattori nodded.
Lucci exhaled through his nose.
“Are you always this insufferable?” he asked.
“Only with people who deserve it.”
“…And what have I done to deserve it?”
“You arrived on my island wearing a suit in ninety-degree weather. That’s enough.”
He opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Fair point.
Your destination appeared at the end of a palm-lined road—
A secluded bungalow, elevated on polished wooden beams over crystal-blue water. Its thatched roof rustled in the breeze. A rope hammock swayed lazily beside the porch.
It was… beautiful.
A fact Lucci hated immediately.
“This is your place,” you announced. “The resort likes to put their ‘high maintenance’ guests out here so they don’t scare off the normal ones.”
“I am not high maintenance,” Lucci said stiffly.
You gave him a once-over.
“All this says otherwise.”
You gestured vaguely at his entire existence.
Lucci stepped inside before he considered violence.
The interior was infuriatingly perfect.
Soft lighting. Cool shade. Ocean waves right beneath the floorboards. A king-sized bed draped with white linen. A private deck overlooking the water.
And, worst of all, peace.
He hated it.
“Your scheduled activities start tomorrow,” you said, leaning casually in the doorway. “Today you’re free to do whatever you want.”
“I do not require activities.”
“You do,” you corrected. “Trust me.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Lucci’s eye twitched again.
Hattori perched on your shoulder still, completely content.
You watched Lucci take in the room, then crossed your arms.
“Look,” you said slowly, “I get it. You don’t want to be here. You don’t want help. You don’t want to feel anything except whatever grim, cold thunderstorm you’ve got going on inside that head.”
He paused.
You stepped closer, gaze steady.
“But you’re on my island now. And while you’re here? You follow my rules.”
He turned to face you fully.
“You think you can command me?”
You didn’t back down.
“Someone has to. You clearly don’t listen to authority unless they threaten to extend your vacation.”
Lucci’s chest tightened.
You smiled—not kind, not mocking, but challenging.
A spark. A provocation.
“Don’t worry,” you said softly. “I’m very good at handling stubborn animals.”
Hattori cooed.
Lucci’s eyebrow twitched so hard it nearly spasmed.
“I am not an animal.”
You tilted your head.
“Prove it.”
The words hit harder than you realized—but the way your eyes held his made something inside him shift.
Uncomfortable.
Unsettling.
New.
You turned away too quickly for him to analyze it.
“Anyway,” you said briskly, “you’ve got the rest of the day to settle in. I’ll be back at sunset to give you your orientation.”
“I do not require an orienta—”
“Yes you do!” you called from halfway down the walkway already. “Because if I leave you alone, you’ll either brood yourself into a coma or drown someone.”
Hattori took off from your shoulder and landed back on Lucci’s.
You waved at the bird instead of him.
“See you later, traitor!”
Hattori chirped.
You didn’t even glance back at Lucci.
He watched you walk away, disappearing down the palm-lined road as the sun painted you in soft gold.
And for the first time since arriving on this cursed island…
Rob Lucci had no idea what to do.
He spent the afternoon in a bad mood.
He wandered the bungalow. He inspected the deck. He glared at the hammock. He stood at the water’s edge and scowled at the fish.
Hattori, meanwhile, took a long nap on his pillow.
Hours passed.
He changed into lighter clothes only when heat threatened to kill him—black trousers and a loose linen shirt the resort provided. He felt strange in them. Exposed. Less armored.
He hated it.
But he hated sweating more.
When the sky began to shift to burnt orange, he heard footsteps approaching along the wooden walkway.
Not loud.
Not rushed.
Just… confident.
Lucci’s pulse spiked.
He didn’t like that.
You appeared at the doorway, exactly as promised.
Hands in your pockets. Breeze tugging at your shirt. Sunset reflecting in your eyes like molten amber.
You gave Hattori a wave.
Then you looked at Lucci.
“Ready for your orientation?” you asked.
“No,” he said.
“Too bad.”
You turned.
And Lucci followed.
Sunset painted everything gold.
The two of you walked along the water’s edge, waves brushing the shore with rhythmic calm. Locals lit lanterns as you passed—soft, floating lights that grew brighter as evening settled over the island.
Lucci hated how beautiful it was.
He hated that you seemed to fit into it so effortlessly.
“You look less murderous in those clothes,” you said conversationally.
“I was overheating,” he muttered.
“Still. Improvement.”
He shot you a look, but you didn’t even pretend to be intimidated.
You pointed toward the town.
“Over there is the main square. We hold festivals every other night.”
“I will not attend.”
“Yes you will.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
He inhaled sharply. “You are remarkably stubborn.”
“Compliment accepted.”
They passed a small fruit stand. The woman behind it grinned brightly.
“Mayor’s girl!” she called. “Who’s the tall dark cloud with you?”
You waved at her, utterly unbothered.
“Temporary assignment!”
“Hmm!” the woman hummed, eyes twinkling. “He your boyfriend?”
Lucci choked.
You didn’t miss a beat.
“No! He’s my responsibility, not my problem.”
“Ah,” she nodded. “Good luck then.”
Lucci stared.
You kept walking.
“You let civilians speak like that?” he asked.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“It’s disrespectful.”
“It’s honest.”
Lucci paused.
You stopped when you realized he wasn’t beside you.
“…What?” you asked.
He studied you—not your posture, not your potential threat level, not your tells.
You.
The way your smile wasn’t forced.
The way you didn’t posture or adapt or calculate.
The way you simply existed, unarmored, as if the world had never given you reason to fear it.
He didn’t understand it.
And he didn’t like not understanding.
“You don’t think before you speak,” he said.
“Of course I do,” you replied. “I just don’t censor things that don’t need censoring.”
“You speak freely.”
“Yes.”
“Even to me.”
“Especially to you.”
His brow furrowed.
“Why?”
You smirked.
“Because everyone else is too scared to.”
He stared.
There it was again—
That subtle jab at his status, his reputation, his existence.
But this time, there was no malice in it.
Just truth.
You stepped closer.
Not enough to touch him.
But enough to make him acutely aware of the space between you.
“Someone should tell you when you’re being ridiculous,” you said softly. “It might as well be me.”
The ocean roared softly behind you. The lanterns flickered. Hattori chirped on Lucci’s shoulder.
And something in Lucci’s chest—that carefully guarded void—shifted.
Uncomfortable.
Hot.
New.
You took a step back before he could analyze it.
“Come on,” you said lightly. “I still need to show you the cliffs and the lagoon.”
“I do not require a full—”
“Yes you do.”
He exhaled sharply, tension pulling at his shoulders.
“You are infuriating.”
You smiled over your shoulder as you walked away.
“And yet you’re still following me.”
Lucci froze.
You didn’t turn around.
Hattori chirped as if to say she has a point.
Lucci gritted his teeth.
And followed.
By the time you finished the orientation, night had settled fully.
Stars glittered above the water. Torches lined the path back to his bungalow. The two of you stood at the end of the walkway, ocean breeze carrying the scent of citrus and salt.
“This is where I leave you,” you said. “For tonight.”
Lucci nodded.
You looked at him—really looked.
And for the first time all day, your expression softened.
“Tomorrow,” you said quietly, “we try actual relaxation. Not glaring at fish or intimidating beach chairs.”
“I do not—”
“Yes, you do glare at fish,” you said with certainty. “Locals told me.”
Lucci inhaled slowly through his nose.
“You monitor me.”
“Of course,” you said. “You’re dangerous.”
“You are not afraid.”
“Not of you.”
His breath hitched.
He didn’t show it.
You smiled—small, real, almost gentle.
“Goodnight, Lucci.”
You turned and walked away, lantern light casting long shadows behind you.
Hattori fluttered down from his shoulder to the porch railing, watching you disappear into the darkness.
Lucci stood alone on the deck, listening to the ocean.
Trying to understand why his pulse felt… uneven.
Why your voice lingered in the air.
Why your presence had unsettled him more than any battlefield.
He failed to find an answer.
But he did know one thing:
He had severely underestimated this island.
And you.
Especially you.
Because Rob Lucci—weapon of the World Government, assassin without equal, storm wrapped in human skin—
had just met someone who could make him lose his cool with a single sentence.
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow would be worse.
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*HIGH PITCHED INTENSE SCREAMING*
EVEN THIUGH I HAVENT POSTED JACK SHIT ABOUT CP9 IN FOREVER (dw pookies, i’m coming up with something soon 😋) YALL KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM RIGHT?
DID YOU KNOW THAT ROB LUCCI’S BIRTHDAY THE DAY BEFORE MINE????
“He’s not real froggonnit. Chill the fuck out froggonnit.” ok. NO. I DONT WANNA. ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
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My apologies, the Lucci fic is probably going to be coming out later than stated. My brain decided to fry itself and is current out-of-business for rational thought.
Curse Lucci and his ability to make me fumble the ball.
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You guys don’t know this, but Lucci’s soulmate wears a cat-ear headband specifically to mock him.
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I have a confession. The Lucci fic is mostly done, but it’s choppy and doesn’t have enough sensual pining, so I’m sitting on it until it magically does.
Yes, he and Hattori are very disappointed in me.
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IMAO I didn’t know if the change from quiet bad boy to vocal bad boy who stims with murder would work, but I guess so 😂
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If Rob Lucci has a million haters, then I am one of them. If Rob Lucci has ten haters, then I am one of them. If Rob Lucci has only one hater then that is me. If Rob Lucci has no haters, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is with Rob Lucci, then I am against the world.
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😂 I’m mad because the story tricked me into extending it.
Do you know how hard it is to keep coming up with ways to describe Lucci beyond sentient walking cabinet???
However, the only reason I did extend it is because the last part of the story is so funny, and deserved to shine.