One Piece Oneshots (Whumptober 2022)

Day 22 - Pick Your Poison (Cracker x Reader)

"You have two options [F/n] [L/n]," Big Mom stated, glaring down at the man. You could feel death's dagger drawing on your back. "Either withdraw from the marines and join me or have your life taken away."

"But- but my daughter, no one will be left to take care of her- surely as a parent, you'd understand, right?" Your father could feel his soul trembling for even daring to speak to the yonko, but he had to. "I can't just leave her." He wanted to support you and your decisions.

"Hmmm, well that does make things rather difficult." Big Mom sat back in her chair before glancing at the biscuit soldier standing in her throne room. "Cracker, be a dear and bring your new fiance to Totto Land." Her eyes returned to [F/n], smiling at his frozen state. "There shall be a wedding at the Whole Cake Chateau soon, whether Mr. [L/n] is around or not."

"Yes mama," Cracker bowed his head and started heading his way out.

"What?" [F/n] turned around, staring in horror as Cracker marched out. "No-n-no! You mustn't! She's already seeing Rosi- someone, you can't-"

"Silence!" Big Mom banged her fist on her throne. "You're running my patience, [F/n]."

She leaned forward, towering over the man. A dark aura rose around her and wrapped around your father. He felt fear entangle with his soul, ready to rip the life out of him if commanded. Terrified eyes stared into Big Mom's threatening glare.

"Now, marines or life?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh, father!" you cried, seeing his slouched form sitting on the couch.

"[Y/n]!" He perked up, rushing over and wrapping his arms around you. "I'm so sorry, [n/n]. I'm sorry you got mixed up in all this-"

"It's alright, I'm alright," you reassured him as you hugged him. "I'm just glad you're alright."

"But [Y/n], your future-" your father worried but you shushed him.

"It's fine, it won't be so bad, as long as I have you here." You smiled, placing a hand on his cheek to wipe away a strand tear that escaped. You loved your father, that's why you had to put a mask on, for his sake.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"You must be [Y/n]," a seductive voice hummed behind you.

Reflects kicked in, making you spin around and jump back. "Who are you?"

"I'm one of the sweet four generals from Big Mom's crew." The man emerged from the shadows, standing over two times your height. "Charlotte Cracker."

You couldn't help but stare at the deep scar that run over his right eye. The bigger the scar, the bigger threat they are,  at least that's what your father always said. Trying to keep your composure, you reached into your pocket for the emergency snail your father gave you.

"If you're thinking about calling for help, don't bother." Cracker held up a smaller snail with a sinister grin, a jammer snail. He put it away, now striding around you. "Relax, I'm not here to kill ya, just here to pick up your dad's leverage."

"My father's leverage?" You flinched as he came face to face with you.

"You." His cotton candy-coloured eyes pierced into yours.

Vines of tension grew in the round. The air became thin. Your poker face painted over as you thought of what to do with your hand.

"Dead baggage won't be much use for bargaining," you told him, doing your best to keep eye contact.

"I said I'm not here to kill you-" Cracker stopped when his eyes caught sight of the grenades taped inside your jacket. "What kind of father lets his daughter carry explosives around?"

"What kind of mom lets a son carry around a sword?" you countered, finger wrapped around the pin.

"Touche," he smirked as if he enjoyed the banter. "But I suggest you don't try anything."

"Why should I listen to you?" you questioned.

"Well, if you care for your old man, you'll cooperate and come with me, otherwise mama's going have to-"

"Kill him? You almost made me laugh," you grinned, feeling some of your confidence come back. "He's a marine, I... I knew the chance of him dying on the field was likely."

"No, death would be too merciful."  Just like that, Cracker snatched away the strength you built up. "He'll be tormented, every day, every year, for the rest of his life. Now, you could run off and live your own life but what would it be like, living every day knowing your precious life is at the cost of your dad being beaten every day?"

You closed your eyes, attempting to ignore him, yet his words wormed into your ears. They crawled through your mind, creating nightmare-fuelled imagery. The imagination haunted your thoughts, causing you to shake and shiver. You hold your head in your hands, wishing for it to disappear, but alas, it only does when your crack open your eyes to gaze at cotton candy pink.

"You promise my father and I will be fine if I go with you?"

"Everything will be fine as long as you listen to mama's orders," Cracker told you, holding out his gloved hand.

You frown yet your hand grabbed his.