Summary: Silver Blood (Y/N) says to each of the men that she's pregnant.

Here is their reactions.

Modern!AU
Strong Drabble

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Smoker

Silver Blood (Y/N) would walk in with a large grin and Smoker is already worried. Thinking you pranked with the kids in the neighborhood again. Only for you to call him a SmoBaka and than say:

"I'm pregnant."

Smoker struck silent so you just keep talking.

"Or rather we're pregnant. It takes two but I have to carry the load. Hey, your cigars dropped. What—are you okay?! You look pale!"

"You're going to carry our child. You."

"Well who else would it be?"

Smoker is freaking out, worried and on the brink of fainting except he did fall so to you it looked like he fainted. Before standing up and putting a hand to your stomach and smiling as you grin as you look down. Smoker stating: "Looks like it'll be us two to worry about your mother. At least I won't suffer alone."

"Hey! You're making it seem like I just ask for trouble!"

"No, you look for it. I have to make plans. We need to have a schedule to follow. I need to read since you won't."

"I—I can read!"

"...right. Anyways we need to do this right."

"Woah. Determined Smokey has appeared. So cool!"

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Lucci

When you say it to Lucci, he thinks you're joking and doesn't believe you. Silver Blood (Y/N) huffing, shows him the pregnancy test and that it's positive after you repeating it over and over again doesn't work.

Lucci staring at it for a long time. His eyes meeting yours and just staring with a hard to read look before looking down at your stomach.

"You alright?"

"...I'll be back."

He needs time. He's so shocked. He comes back to the house two hours later and you start to sass him but he cuts you off with a kiss, deep and intense like always before softening as he pulled back. You looking at him in a daze and asking what was that. Lucci moving a hand to your hip and stares up at you seriously.

"I want it to be a girl."

You let out a smile, eyes softening.

"What if it's not? It could be a boy."

"If she brings any boys, we'll kill them together."

Lucci putting his head to your shoulder as you laugh and weave your hand through his long silky curly hair.

"Yes, yes. And if it's a boy we'll teach him how. You're so weird."

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Doflamingo

Doflamingo doesn't believe Silver Blood (Y/N) at first like Lucci but doesn't need evidence if you say you're not joking. You wouldn't joke about something like this.

"Fufufufu~, I wonder when it was conceived?"

You flush.

"M-Mingo, is that really what you're thinking?!"

"What? Aren't you wondering the same?"

Mingo corners you in the kitchen island as you're blushing and scowling at him and his behavior.

"...okay, m-maybe but that's not exactly what I was looking for when I—"

"I wonder if it was last month at the masquerade party? Or was it three weeks ago after you succeeded in that Murder case? Or was it two weeks ago when we tried that position? Fufufufu~, there's too many options!"

"...I can't believe you right now." You laugh in disbelief, shaking your head.

"Awww, come on~! I'm excited!" Doflamingo pauses his grin dropping as he grazed his fingers to your stomach in thought before looking at you with a genuine thin smile making you blink. "I'll be a good father."

Your jaw drops at his seriousness and put a hand to his cheek with your own smile.

"Mingo, you—"

A teasing grin coming back full force as he leans towards you.

"We can't get too rough anymore though if that's what you're thinking, naughty officer~."

You smacked his head, a tick in your temple.

"THE ONLY ONE THINKING THAT IS YOU!"

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Mihawk

Mihawk didn't need to be told about Silver Blood (Y/N)'s pregnancy. His amber gold eyes are observant and would be able to see how you haven't been eating right and that your skin is a little bit off too.

You come to his office room to find him reading in his lounge chair and stand over him. Mihawk tilting his head slightly at you as he kept his eyes on the book, you grinning.

"Guess what Mihawk?" At his raising his head and curious eyes at you, you grinned widely and placed your hands on your hips. "I'm pregnant!"

Mihawk released a calm smile, closing his book on his lap.

"I know. You haven't been eating well. Your favorite food had leftovers too the other day. I wish I saw the moment you found out."

Your eyes widened and jaw slackened.

"Wha—?! How did you know before me?! It's my body! That doesn't make any sense—"

You cut yourself off when Mihawk placed a hand to your stomach, caressing it softly with pale hands. His eyes stared at your abdomen, soft with his lips the same—lifted only a tad as amber gazed at your flat stomach in a way where he seemed to be already staring at their child.

You flush when you see the look and instead place a hand to Mihawk's head, fingers weaving with his short raven lock hair as they both shared a moment of silent anticipation.

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Shanks

When Silver Blood (Y/N) says it with a nervous smile in the kitchen as Shanks was doing the dishes, Shanks head would whip towards you—surprised.

"What did you say?"

You scratch your cheek with a sheepish smile.

"I'm pregnant, Shanks. We're—We're gonna have a baby."

Your cheeks are slightly flushed in happiness only for it to grow more when you feel Shanks hands on you—hugging you and swaying you around with a hearty laugh. You could the water on his hands from the dishes but you didn't care.

"We're having a baby!" He shouts in between laughs as you laugh along with him, saying "yeah" in agreement before he quickly put you down. "Oh whoops! Dahahahaha! I cant have you being all dizzy cause of me. My bad, (Y/N)." Shanks says with a happy grin that makes you feel warm before he turned that expression to your stomach, leaning down. "Man, I wonder what it's going to be...you think they're gonna look more like me or you?"

"I don't know. I do kinda want them to have your red hair though."

You touch his hair as if to show but Shanks didn't turn his gaze away from your stomach, his eyes softening along with his grin—turning into those thoughtful smiles that he does. Before lifting your shirt and kissing your stomach, making you blush prettily and call his name out in a stutter—only to stop when his arms wrap around your waist and his head leans to your stomach as he smiles happily with closed eyes.

"They're gonna be great either way, I think! Let's call everyone and celebrate!"

"I can't drink, Shanks. Remember?"

"Oh...let's call everyone and still celebrate and juice as usual for you!"

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Crocodile

When Silver Blood (Y/N) tells Crocodile, you tell him during dinner. Crocodile pausing from putting a fork into his mouth, silver eyes shooting towards you next to him and than down and than up again. Him putting his fork down and silence reigned as he stared to where your stomach was hidden with the table, the silence making you nervous.

"I won't be kind." You blink, seeing Crocodile's thoughtful expression still towards your stomach as he spoke softly. "I'm not exactly father material."

You shoot him a smile, hand reaching towards his and silver eyes look up.

"I can do that from the both of us. Besides, I don't think kindness is all that makes a dad."

Crocodile stares at you for a moment before huffing, reaching to take a sip of his drink.

"You'll most likely spoil them. I would rather not have a brat due to your actions," he says taking a sip as you lightly scowl at him.

"Hey!"

Crocodile places his cup down with a chuckle, squeezing your hand atop his.

"Don't worry, I can straighten them out." You grin but than Crocodile's face shifts into one of curiosity. "When did you find out?"

You blink and look up, thinking.

"Oh!" Turns back to look at him with a smile. "I found out two days ago. I wanted to wait by doing other tests just in case and wanted to do it at the right time."

Crocodile releases a thoughtful hum.

"Two days...?" Crocodile brows furrowed as he stared at you making you look at him with a frown. "Didn't you pack and unpack the car from grocery shopping? And lifted that large box of old valuables we don't need?"

"Well, yes—but what does that have to do with anything? What are you doing?"

Crocodile took out and dialed his phone, face stern as he looked at you.

"I'm calling to order some help in the house. You're not carrying or doing anything strenuous anymore, we'll have others do it."

"What?! You don't need to call anyone Crocy! It's just grocery bags! You're being ridiculous!"

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A softer undertone compared to last chapter on this book.

I must admit, writing Doflamingo like this how I usually write him compared to last chapter was a bit disorienting.

But oh well~

Hope you guys liked!