Devil Fruit Courier

So yes, I fucked Alvida again. Not embarrassed. Felt amazing. I'm a big dicked stud. End of story.

But once it was over?

I slept outside on the deck.

There was no way in hell I was laying naked with her. Fucking her was one thing. Sleeping beside her? That was a whole different beast.

For one, she snored like a dragon. A deep, throaty rumble that made the whole damn cabin creak with every exhale.

For another, her bulk took up the whole damn bed.

So, yeah. The deck was fine.

By morning, we made landfall at a small fishing village a few miles down the coast from Shells Town.

It was exactly what you’d expect—a quiet little place, all wooden piers and salty air, the kind of town where old fishermen smoked pipes on the docks while their grandkids played in the shallows.

But I didn’t care about any of that.

Because this?

This was where I was gonna enact my plan.

We hiked up into the hills, away from the town, until we found a small glen—a clearing surrounded by trees, hidden from view.

I stood there for a long time, thinking.

Deliberating.

It had to be worded right.

Finally, I exhaled, rolling my shoulders.

And then, I spoke.

"It is normal for anyone who has access to a Devil Fruit close enough to do so to drop everything and rush to bring it to this very spot in order to bury it in a hole at the foot of this tree, arriving at midnight tomorrow night."

Alvida crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Dramatic enough for ya?"

I ignored her.

The words were out there now.

Now, all we had to do…

Was wait.

The fruit sat in a small wooden chest, tucked beneath a pile of old maps and loose coins in the cargo hold of a modest little ship named The River Rat.

It had been gathering dust for months now.

Its owner?

Gordon “Cloud” Rennell.

A wanderer, a biker, a man who prided himself on moving with the winds and never staying in one place too long. His ship was just big enough to house a single sail and a makeshift storage space, and his bicycle—his true prize—was lashed to the stern, ready to be taken ashore whenever he needed to ride.

He’d picked up the fruit months ago in a gambling den on some no-name island, winning it off a man too deep in his cups to realize what he was betting. At first, he’d thought it was a joke—a pretty bauble, a trinket some fool convinced people was valuable.

But then he'd heard the stories.

The Devil’s Curse.

The ocean’s hatred.

And suddenly, the large odd fruit had gone from curiosity to problem.

He’d kept it, sure, but more out of indecision than anything else. He wasn’t some warrior, some powerhouse pirate looking to make a name for himself. He was a traveler, a man who rode the winds and tides, who sipped coffee in one port and traded trinkets in another.

What was he supposed to do with a Devil Fruit?

One moment, he was lounging on the deck, sipping coffee from an old tin mug, watching the sun rise on the horizon.

The next?

His mind… shifted.

Like a river abruptly changing course, like the wind snapping in a new direction, like a button being pressed to reset his priorities.

Gordon adjusted the straps on his pack, making sure it was secured tight before riding off from the docks. The Rat would be fine moored in the village's harbor for a night. He wouldn’t be gone long.

He’d always known he’d have to bury the Devil Fruit here.

That’s why he’d been traveling this way for weeks now.

Ever since he won the damn thing it had been weighing on his mind. Not because he wanted to eat it—hell no. He wasn’t the type for unnatural powers. He was a traveler, a man who needed the wind and sea at his back. What use did he have for some cursed fruit that would steal the ocean from him?

But the moment he won it, he’d remembered.

The glen in the hills on Yotsuba Island.

The quiet, hidden place where the old tree stood, where he knew, deep down, he was supposed to bury it.

That was just how it was.

He had no doubt about it. No confusion, no hesitation.

It had been his plan all along.

He could even recall, clear as day, how he’d come to this decision:

Years ago, he’d rode his bike across Yotsuba and stopped at that glen, sitting under the old tree, enjoying a rare moment of peace. He’d even carved his name into the bark—proof that he’d been there.

He remembered deciding, long before he ever got his hands on a Devil Fruit, that if he ever did, this was where it belonged.

He didn’t want it falling into the wrong hands. He wasn’t about to sell it off to some idiot who’d drown themselves within a week. No, he’d take care of it the right way.

That’s why he was here.

Because this was his mission.

He pedaled hard, his bicycle kicking up dust as he rode out of the fishing village and toward the hills.

The weight of the wooden chest in his pack felt right.

By midnight it would be buried beneath that tree, where it belonged.

Just like he’d always planned.

We'd actually spent the two days waiting in town, the earrings meaning the headman was happy to lend us his house. The big flaw in my plan being I had no idea if there had been anyone close enough to bring us a devil fruit which an impatient Alvida had pointed out within ten minutes. But I figured I could deal with that when my arbitrary deadline passed.

We spent the time lounging around, drinking, eating, and fucking.

I crouched in the bushes, barely breathing.

The glen was quiet, bathed in pale silver light as the moon hung high above.The night air was cool, still, perfect.

And right on time, a figure emerged from the darkness.

I felt my pulse quicken. It worked.

The man—some random nobody I had never even heard of—strode confidently into the clearing, a pack slung over his shoulder, a bicycle left propped against a tree. He moved like he belonged here, like this had always been his purpose.

My breath caught.

This was… insane.

The earrings.

How the hell did they do this?

They hadn’t just changed a man’s actions.

They had reached out across the world, plucked some random guy from the chaos of life, and pulled him into their web. He hadn’t just followed an order—he had remembered.

He probably had memories of why he was here, why he wanted this, why burying this Devil Fruit in this exact spot at this exact time made perfect sense.

How?

How the fuck did that work?

Was there some all-powerful **** behind this?

Some great spirit watching over me, answering my commands like a divine servant? Or was I simply rewriting the world without consequence?

Was this some trickster god doing it for laughs?

I clenched my fists.

If there was some **** out there, I’d thank it every day.

It had given me something incredible.

And as long as I had these earrings, I was going to use them.

In the clearing, the man kneeled, pulling a small wooden chest from his pack.

I grinned.

There it is.

The Devil Fruit.

I watched, entranced, as the man dug into the dirt, making a hole beneath the old tree.

This was too easy.

Alvida shifted beside me, about to stand.

I grabbed her thick wrist, holding her down. "What are you doing?" I hissed.

She shot me a sharp look. "That’s the guy with my Devil Fruit, right? I’m gonna go get it. Smash his head in if he tries to stop me."

I blinked.

"What?!" I whispered harshly. "I’ve got him burying it! Just sit here and wait, and he’ll wander off!"

Alvida frowned.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Look, I get you’ve got your way of doing things, but I’ve got mine. There’s no need for killing anybody we don’t have to. Besides…"

I smirked, nodding toward the unsuspecting idiot now patting down the dirt over the buried chest.

"This guy’s basically my bitch. He dropped everything just to bring us your Devil Fruit. No need to mess him up."

Alvida huffed, crossing her arms.

She clearly wasn’t happy about it, but she didn’t move.

I let out a breath of relief.

She had been ready to brutally **** this guy, just like that. If I hadn’t stopped her, there’d already be a corpse in this clearing.

I wondered—how many lives would I end up saving just by keeping my ‘partner’ from cold-bloodedly killing everyone she wanted?

Probably a lot.

Hell, I’m practically a saint having these things.

And if I got to use them for a little sexy fun along the way?

Who could blame me?

Once the man was gone, Alvida stomped over and basically excavated the box with a few swipes of her big hand through the loose soil.

There was a big smile on her face as she held up the box and opened it.

"Wahaha! That’s more like it!" she crowed as she looked down into it. "You’re mine now, you little beauty! And once I eat you…"

Her grin stretched cruel and wide as she reached inside.

"That rubber bastard won’t even know what hit him! You hear me, Straw Hat?! You only won ‘cause of a Devil Fruit—well, now I got one too! And next time we meet, I’ll be the one bouncin’ you across the damn sea!"