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one-piece-aus · 7 months
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Whumptober Day 15
Cracker x Reader
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TW: Implied parental abuse
"Hold still-" You reached for Cracker's arm with a cotton pad when he swung it away from you.
"What are you doing?!" Cracker glared at you. He just came home to relax.
"I'm trying to clean your wounds," you said, attempting to grab his hand to bring his arm back to you, and he kept holding it out of your reach.
You don't understand why your husband must be so difficult when it comes to cleaning his wounds. If Cracker tended to his injuries better, he wouldn't be so vulnerable to pain. You swear he bruises worse than a banana.
"Leave me alone, woman!" Cracker got up from his seat to move away from you only to bump into a bookshelf behind him and have a few books fall on top of his head. "Ow, STUPID MOTHERFUCKER!"
He picked up the bookshelf and threw it across the living room. Books were now scattered across the floor. You sighed but you knew the servants would clean it up later. You moved over to Cracker who now sat on the floor, pouting and holding his sore head.
"Cracker, would you please let me take care of you now?" You gently laid your hand over his.
"Fine," he grumbled, rolling his eyes to look the other way as you took his arm. Lightly you pressed the cotton pad to his arm, and instantly, he flinched and yonked his arm away. "Ow! What is in that thing?"
"It's rubbing alcohol, it kills the germs on the surface to prevent an infection, which causes severe pain later," you stated trying to grab his arm again.
Reluctantly, he lowers it back in your gasp, wincing with each press to the wound. "Ow... ow..."
"Oh, you poor baby," you coo as you delicately clean his wounds. "Mind telling me why your pain tolerance is so low? I thought all Big Mom's sons had to go through rough training to be strong."
"No-" He winced again before continuing. "We didn't have to train if we didn't want to, we just had to find a way to help Mama out with her dream to find the One Piece. Perospero took to reading books, studying the art of warfare and navigation for example, he can fight but he didn't dedicate himself to training like Katakuri."
"Hmmm, so you trained because you wanted to. Is it because of your admiration for your brother Katakuri?" You guessed.
"No- well- that's not the real reason... I just wanted to get stronger so I couldn't feel pain anymore."
"How come?"
Cracker tilted his head back, debating whether to tell you or not. "You know how Mama discards our fathers once we're born?"
"Yeah."
"Well, she didn't always do that, but my father was the last one." His tone melted into a resenting growl as he brought up his father. "Since Mama was busy a lot of the time, she didn't watch the damage he did to me." Cracker bawled his fist, trying to contain the anger rising with the memories. "It wasn't until Katakuri saw the aftermath of one of the bastard's episodes did Mama find out." His rage died out as he opened his palm again, he then turned to you with a smug smile. "And then I never had to see him again."
You smiled at him, happy your husband is now being more open with you. Finishing the bandage over his arm, you patted his arm. "There, all better now."
"What?" Cracker held up his arm to see the wound was covered in white bandages. "When did you-"
"When you were talking," you giggled heading out of the library. "Don't go anywhere, I'm going to get you an ice packet."
Cracker watched you leave, dumbfounded. Glancing at his patched arm then at the exit again, a smile curled up his lips.
Tag: @bookandyarndragon @roseoftrafalgar
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moxie-girl · 7 months
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charlottes!! (I already posted katakuri but I want him to be here too...)
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free to use with permission + credit!
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anykindofbean · 2 months
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Arranged part. 2 Regrets
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Charlotte Cracker x Reader
Genre: Angst, Some fluff
Warnings: Cracker and Katakuri may be a bit OOC
If you wanna check out more of my works: Masterlist
Arranged: Part 1
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It’s been about a week since the last time Cracker spoke to you. He’s noticed you haven’t cooked for him, Or tried to clean his home. At first he didn’t care, He told you to stop doing that in the first place.
But he didn’t realize how much he actually missed your presence.
You weren’t there waiting for him to get home anymore, You weren’t there sitting with him while he ate his own food. You didn’t leave his clothes for the next folded neatly on his dresser anymore.
All these little things you did for him, he took it for granted, And now he’s realizing that.
Maybe..He did care?
Maybe he wants to try….
But Cracker’s not stupid, He knows how complicated a women’s emotional state can be. Especially after he basically told her it’d never work between them..
So, He goes to the one person that actually might help him..
“….You did what now?” Katakuri raised an eyebrow at his little brother. Cracker sighed, Rolling his eyes a bit. “ I know, It was stupid of me..And I know she’s right..we were both forced into this, Might as well make it work, Right?”
“ Wow. Little brother Cracker admitting he’s wrong. Never thought I’d see the day.”
Cracker clicked his tongue, Glaring up at Katakuri. “ You’re not helping!” He took a deep breath. “ How do I fix this?”
Katakuri looked at Cracker, Thinking for a moment. “ Have you talked to her? Apologized?”
“ W..Well, Not yet.”
“ Then that’s a start. Honestly, Cracker. You should’ve thought to apologize in the first place.”
Cracker let out a frustrated groan. “ I know! I’m just..bad at this.”
“ I know. And you come to me of all people?”
Cracker let out another sigh. “ You’re the only person who would give me solid advice.”
Katakuri hummed at that. “ Well, First things first, Apologize. Second; Maybe do something nice for her? Take her on a picnic, Or something like that. You’re creative.”
Cracker shifted. “ Yeah, Okay.”
Katakuri raised an eyebrow. “ And watch what you say to and around her. It seems you scared her enough already.”
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Cracker let out a deep breath, As he finished up packing up a picnic basket. He started overthinking..
What if you don’t like this?
What if you reject it?
What if this marriage was destined to fail from the start?
He shook his thoughts away, Closing the basket, And headed to your room. He gently knocked on your door, waiting patiently.
You soon opened up, Looking up at Cracker with surprise. He did his best to smile without looking terrifying.
“ Do you..wanna go on a date with me?”
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I hope you enjoyed! Part 3 will be out soon!
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LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO MY MAN 😭😭😭
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(I mean, definitely deserved it but) MY BABY!!!
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It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize that Cracker's name is a double entendre: "Cracker" is obviously a snack food, hence the name, but his hairstyle and the way he attacks is also reminiscent of a firecracker.
To be fair, I spent a long time laughing at his name.
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drawnale · 8 months
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This time I didnt ask for a number.
I just drew the siblings I wanted to draw.
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wow-im-tired · 3 months
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More of him <3
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diablademon · 9 months
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Poor Cracker.
Didnt even get defeated in a cool way. Just a kid eating all of his warriors and then get sucked in to the kids fat rolls.
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kallystah · 2 years
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~~~ Little Biscuit ~~~ Charlotte Cracker x reader
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It had been a long day in Totto Land, the marshmallow-haired man having had to catch up with a traitor from Mama. He had traveled all over the archipelago to get his hands on him. Did this spy sincerely believe that he would arrive at his destination? What an idiot.
Cracker huffed. He was tired and had wasted an entire afternoon and evening crossing the islands when he could have got on with his administrative work at Sweet Commander.
He opened the door of his home, and entered his apartments. At least the day was over and he could now go to bed in the huge pile of mattresses that made up his shared bed.
He crossed the door of his room, and noticed that in this one, he was missing his roommate. Finally, his wife. He lifted the duvet to see if his baby was just hidden under all the covers, but still no trace.
Where could she have gone? he wondered.
Indeed, Minister Biscuit had been married a few years ago to a charming little human. Finally, he called her small from the height of her three meters seven, but she was still two meter one, crossed by a human and a small giantess about thirty years ago.
The beginnings had been a bit long between the two, but time and actions had passed, thus bringing the two souls closer together. It was now eleven years that they were married, and lived the perfect love.
The young woman named Y/n, had been scared when she heard the news that she would be married to a son of the Charlotte family, she had not been asked her opinion. But after finding out who he was, she had changed her mind and started to believe in her husband.
To return to the present time, the son Charlotte was looking for his companion in his palace. He was starting to worry. His wife wasn't wanted by the Navy, she didn't have any enemies in Totto Land either, people liked her, and it was raining outside, so she wouldn't have come out, so why wasn't she at her sides? Cracker had returned to the living room, the first room he had searched.
- Crack? You are home ? Came a sleepy little voice from the room.
- My cookie! Where have you been? I looked for you in all the palace. He replied hastily.
- I was on the sofa, I was waiting for your return by helping you with your tasks as commanders, but it seems that I fell asleep.
Cracker sighed tenderly, it was only with her that he could be like that. He approached her and took her in his arms.
- Come on, let's go to bed. And please don't touch my commanders business anymore, you don't know how to handle political affairs.
- Hmm. She grumbled, but he was right, she had quickly given up on reviewing an old report. Paperwork wasn't for her.
The two go to their common room. The young woman climbed onto the big bed they shared and took refuge under the covers. All you can see is a vague shape under the quilts that take up half the bed. Then the man joined her, happy to have found his wife and his cozy bed.
He slipped under the huge duvet and formed the large biscuit spoon, the name of the position in which they were, chosen by his wife. He was glued to her, chest against back, and his head above that of the young woman, calmly listening to the rhythm of her breathing.
- You know Crack, she started, the real reason I waited for you all day was because I had something to tell you.
- I'm listening to you. He said, waiting for calm.
- In a few months, we will have little cookies running all over the palace. The woman smiled, her heart appeased at having finally told her.
- Wait, is that really what I think? I will finally have my own family?
He returns to the woman with his arms, in order to see her face. She didn't give him that joke but he couldn't believe her. At this surprise gesture, she let out a laugh.
- Yes my Crackote. I saw the doctor today, she told me three little biscuits would arrive in 8 months.
- Stop calling me that. Oh! It could be the name of one of our children. He resumed with great joy.
- Crack please...
The woman didn't seem to want her children to be named after a treat, too.
- We'll have plenty of time to talk about first names together, as for Mama, we'll let her know in a few days. I want to enjoy this just with you. She finished by approaching her husband, sticking her chest against his chest.
- Anything to make you happy my cookie.
And the two fell asleep with a smile on their lips, each dreaming of a large family and one on the island of cookies.
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I'm sure there are spelling mistakes, sorry, but I hope you liked it : )
👀 My others OS :
https://kallystah.tumblr.com/post/691333316098637824/hi-everyone-here-is-my-masterlist-one-piece-3
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ishipmyotp · 2 years
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Reading the Whole Cake Island arc as an American makes there being a character referred to as “Brother Cracker” kind of funny
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one-piece-aus · 2 years
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Hi! May I request Cracker for day 22 for your whumptober event if it’s not taken? Thank you!
Ahoy, anon! Thank you for your request! My apologizes for the extra wait but I do hope you enjoy the story ^-^
Whumptober Day 22
Cracker x Reader
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"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?"
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"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.
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"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.
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lostuzumaki · 4 months
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Luffy reincarnated to past AU
Part15
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Part1 ... Part14 Part15 Part16
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anykindofbean · 2 months
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Arranged part 1. Arguments
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Charlotte Cracker x Reader
I’m honestly surprised that there’s not a lot of content of this man, Like?? Cracker is pretty. 👉👈
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Arranged marriage, Arguments, Cracker forcing himself on you. (Not S/A though, But I wanted to put that there just in case.)
If you wanna check out more of my works: Masterlist
Arranged: Part 2
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Cracker was many things. A sweet commander? Yes. A family man? Also yes. A husband? Absolutely not. At least that was his opinion. His mother’s opinion however always overruled anyone else’s in the Charlotte family.
So when the day came when his mother told him he was marrying someone. He had no say if he wanted to or not.
The day Cracker met you, Was the same day of the wedding. You were beautiful, Sure. But Cracker did not want this, And he made that very well known. To you, His siblings, And even his mother. But she just told him to suck it up.
It’s been a month since the wedding. Despite this unfortunate situation, You at least tried to make this marriage work. You’d prepare dinner for Cracker when he came home, Of course he didn’t eat it.
You did your best to keep the house clean, But he’d tell you to stop, And that he has servants to take care of that.
No matter what you did to make Cracker happy, He’d just shut you down.
You want this to work..
Even if this is an arranged marriage..
You were forced into this just as much as he was.
Might as well try, Right?
So when Cracker came home that day, You were on one of the couches waiting for him.
Cracker looked at you, Taking a deep breath, Before walking off.
“ Cracker?” You called for him, Making him stop in his tracks. “ What?” His voice sounded cold. You looked down at your clothes, Picking at it. “ Can..Can we talk?” You tried to remain calm. The Charlottes can be terrifying after all..
Cracker turned around to look at you again. “ About?”
“….Us?”
Cracker rolled his eyes at that. “ Us? What exactly are we? Huh? We barely know each other for us to be ‘Us’.”
You let out a shaky breath. “ Well,..I’ve been thinking that maybe we should..at least try? I know….I know you didn’t..want this, But I think that maybe if we both put in the effort, We could be….Us.” You looked up at him, almost immediately flinching back at the glare he was giving you.
“ You think I actually want that?”
You looked down at your pants. “ Well…I just thought that-“
Cracker then started walking towards you. “ That I’d want you? That if we spend time together, I’d actually want ‘us’? Well, Let me make it clear. I DON’T!!!”
You flinched once more when he yelled. Cracker head tilted. “ Aw, Did I scare you? Did I hurt your feelings?” And before you knew it, Cracker has you by wrists, Pinning you down to the couch.
“ Is this want you wanted? Us? Like this?” He leaned down, Close to your face. You looked away, Shaking your head. You tried using your feet to shove him off you. “ No! Please..Get off!”
Cracker thankfully got off, Beginning to walk to his room to rest for the night.
“ Next time, Don’t tell me of your thoughts. I don’t want to hear it.”
You watched him close the door, rubbing your wrists. Letting out another shaky breath, You made your way to the room that Cracker had given you.
Now you know..
This would never work out like you wanted..
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I hope you enjoyed. I guess I was feeling angsty..
Part two will be out shortly!
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mewiyev · 5 months
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birthday
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sweetmctart · 2 years
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nami: he was a little hunrgy ):
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fuzzywyrmz · 1 month
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buncha doodles i've got stashed away that i keep forgetting to post. drawin more characters i haven't yet, i'll eventually hit them with the headcanon design beam
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