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Solitude Chapter 2

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Pirates x GN Child Reader

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Summary: You are finally graced with an opportunity to be off the ship, but can you handle it?

Warnings: kidnapping themes, violent assaults, death, decapitation, angst, trauma, ptsd symptoms, yandere themes

The much requested chapter two is here, and I hope it lives up to expectation! Thank you to everyone who left such kind comments on the last chapter, it really helped to motivate me to continue!

When you lost consciousness after those pirates surrounded you, you honestly hadn’t been expecting to ever wake up. You made the foolish mistake of stealing from them, so now they would make you pay with your life. That made sense to you. It’s what pirates were supposed to do, right?

So why were you still alive? And why were these pirates so…

Weird.

There wasn’t any other way to describe these people. You stole food from them. You tried to attack them- twice. And that all happened before they even brought you to the ship. They had no reason to do anything that could be considered kind or generous for you, and all the reason to harm or even kill you.

By the time you came to, several things struck you all at once. The most obvious being that you weren’t on the island anymore. You had woken up in an unfamiliar place. All of the walls and the floor were made of wood like your treehouse, but it distinctly was not your treehouse. Other differences trickled in as your senses returned.

The hardest thing to miss was how much your nose hurt. You had become accustomed to the constant ache ever since you broke it all those years ago, but now it once again felt the way it did the day you broke it. Though you could suddenly breathe through your nose with ease rather than having to rely on getting air through your mouth.

Along with that, you found that your hair was gone. Not completely, but it was now extremely short, feeling almost prickly to the touch. Then there was the smell. You smelled weird. While you couldn’t really describe what you smelled like before this, the new, more unnatural scent was impossible to ignore. It was beyond you what could have happened to you in your sleep, much less why.

Eventually, you would get answers, but they didn’t make sense to you.

Your nose hurt because Marco rebroke it to “make it better”. It was fine as it was in your humble opinion. Not perfect by any means, but you were managing it, so you found his efforts extremely unnecessary. Your hair was gone because it was matted together and apparently unsalvageable. This one bothered you less since your scalp didn’t hurt anymore and you no longer had to worry about clumps of hair obscuring your vision. The weird smell coming from you was something called “soap”. You didn’t know what exactly it was or what it was supposed to do beyond make you smell weird, but it was forced upon you every time they made you take a bath regardless.

What you still didn’t understand about all of this was the why. What did they have to gain from doing all of this? They were wasting resources and energy on you for nothing. It’s not like you were helping them just by being there. All that your presence on the ship amounted to was that there was now someone scuttling around the crawlspaces and swiping food from the kitchen. You had all the benefits of a large rat.

Yet they persisted. They kept you fed and clothed, and some of them were even trying to teach you things. Thatch had an ongoing effort to try and teach you how to prepare and cook food. A foolish idea, truly. You just ate whatever he handed to you. Sometimes, if you were particularly full, you would go along with it, but you weren’t any good at it if Thatch’s constant corrections were anything to go off of. Why did it matter if your hands were washed or if you dropped something on the floor? It was unclear.

Then there was Marco and his battle against your illiteracy. This was by far the most frustrating aspect of being trapped on the ship. Reading and writing won’t help you survive. It won’t fill your stomach or kill threats. It all felt pointless and needlessly difficult. There were too many things to remember, and the effort to commit all of it to memory just didn’t seem worth it to you. Especially not when it meant that you had to spend time around Marco the nose-breaker.

Up to this point, they have kept you trapped on the ship. The reasons varied depending on who you asked. Marco said that it was because they wanted you to be in better health before setting foot on new lands. Thatch’s claim was that they didn’t want to overwhelm you after having spent your life on an unpopulated island. Ace was the only one that you felt was being honest. He laughed and ruffled your hair when you asked, then told you point blank that they all knew you would make a break for it the second you thought you could.

It was your belief that you were damned to be stuck on this ship until the day you died or could pull off an escape, but that all changed today. The Moby Dick had docked at an island to restock the ship’s food supply, and you were going along to help.

This felt like a trick. Possibly a test. Everyone had gone through great lengths to keep you on the ship every other time it had docked, usually by tossing you at Whitebeard and having him hold you until they set sail again. The one time that they didn’t, you did exactly what Ace thought you would and tried to run only for his overgrown cat to stop you. It was nothing short of humiliating to be dragged across the deck by a cat by the straps of your overalls.

But as you stared at the bustling crowd in front of you, you were able to rule out it being a lie. Sure enough, you were off the ship. It’s not like this was your first time seeing a populated island. Whitebeard’s absurd height allowed you to easily spy on the towns they docked at while he held onto you. But now you were in the thick of it, and that was an entirely different experience.

The unending chatter of the people felt like it was assaulting you from all angles, the cobblestones beneath your feet were unnatural, and you couldn’t see a single tree. As much as you were loath to admit it, Thatch had been right. You were overwhelmed.

A hand came down on your head gently, making you tense and look up at the offender. Thatch was crouched down, attempting to be closer to your height, yet still dwarfing you. He regards you with a warm smile, “You feeling okay, kid? If this is too much for you, we can go back to the ship at any time.”

You bristled at the contact, quickly stepping forward and shaking your head to dislodge his hand. Who knows when or if they’ll let you off the ship again, you don’t want to squander this. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Thatch sag from your actions, then push himself up to his full height with a sigh that was utterly dramatic.

For whatever reason, Thatch seemed oddly focused on gaining your approval. Granted, everyone on the crew made attempts to get close to you, but he was particularly dedicated to the cause. If he wasn’t giving you food or trying to show you how to do something in the kitchen, he would do other strange things like checking on you throughout the day and bringing you back random gifts whenever he left. The purpose behind any of these actions was a mystery to you.

As much as you want to boldly march forward and capitalize on this opportunity to its fullest, your feet feel heavy. All that you want to do is find a quiet, compact place to crawl into and hide in to escape this onslaught of noise and people.

But… if you never get used to this, you'll never be able to escape. Enduring this seems to be a necessary evil.

Wanting to keep yourself from being ushered back to your prison, you begin marching forward. You had no idea where the market was, but that was neither here nor there. If you didn't show some semblance of bravery towards this new setting, you're sure they'll cut this excursion short.

Everyone falls into step all around you, obscuring your vision of the surrounding area; though you could still hear the crowds loud and clear.

Marco's hand settles onto your shoulder, much to your dismay. You scowl at him and try to shimmy away, but he easily holds you in place.

“Do you remember what I told you? About how you can't just take things here? You need to wait for us to pay for the food before you eat it, okay?”

“I remember… not stupid.” You finally manage to break his hold and quickly relocate yourself to be on the other side of Thatch to maintain some distance.

Ace chuckled and lightly shoved your shoulder, an action that he claimed to be “playful”, whatever that means.

“Oh, come on! Don't be like that. Marco is just looking out for you so you don't get in trouble. Besides, you have earned a reputation for having sticky fingers, you know?”

The odd statement immediately prompts you to look down at your hands and rub them together. You then look back up at Ace with scrunched brows, “Not sticky.”

This makes him, as well as a few of the other people in your entourage laugh. Izou speaks up after the laughter dies down to clarify, “He didn't mean it literally. It's a figure of speech. It just means that you have a tendency to take things that aren't yours.”

“Do not,” you grumble quietly, more to yourself than anyone else while stuffing your hands into your pockets. “Just pick things up.”

“Just because someone isn't actively using something doesn't mean it isn't still their's. You've become a real menace to all of the smokers on board, what with your fascination towards lighters.” Marco hums in thought, then tacks on, “Though I suppose all of them smoking less isn't the worst thing that could happen to them.”

Ace groans in annoyance, dropping his head back, “They aren’t smoking less, they’re just harassing me instead. Now I've got half the crew pestering me for a light every minute of the day.” He shoots an accusatory glare your way, “I bet you have some on you right now, don't you?”

Your hands reflexively tighten around the lighters in your pockets, “... No.” Lighters were by far the best thing you've discovered since your abduction. Gone were the days of beating rocks together to make a spark and hoping that it took. Now all you needed was a quick flick of your thumb, and you had a perfect flame. Collecting such a precious tool was important. So what if some other people claimed they “needed” it? They weren't even starting fires. They only ever used them on those smelly sticks whose scent makes your eyes and nose sting. These lighters were obviously put to better use in your care.

“Yeah, right.” Ace drops his scowl and grins again. “I can't stay mad, I guess. I was stealing way more stuff than you when I was your age. I think you and me would've made great friends.”

“Doubt it…”

Ace brings a hand to his chest in mock despair, “So cold! You really are just like me when I was a kid. I bet Luffy would love you.”

Immediately, he started prattling on and on about that brother of his. A common occurrence that you have long since learned to tune out.

What you decided to focus on instead was how the crowd was getting denser and more loud. Everyone was talking, some even shouting, as the masses all swarmed around one area. What hell is this?

“Damn. Of course we got here when the place is packed.” Thatch surveyed the commotion with a weary look on his face, not appearing to like this anymore than you did.

Ace, completely unphased, continues walking, “Don't worry, I'm sure at least half of the people will clear out when they see a bunch of pirates walking around. Then we'll have the market all to ourselves.”

This is the market? The place you're supposed to get food from? How awful. How is anyone supposed to get anything when there are so many people here? Everything will be taken in seconds, and all of the noise means that there won't be any animals nearby to hunt.

Once again, you feel that uncomfortable ache in your gut, accompanied by sweaty palms. You've never seen so many people at once before. Groups were a bad thing at the best of times, but this unending crowd was more than you knew how to handle. It was more than you ever thought was possible.

Someone touches you again, on the shoulder. Your body goes rigid and you snap your head around to look at the offending hand sharply. It was Thatch. Of course it was him. It usually was.

“We can go back to the ship any time you want. I don't want you to take on more than you can handle.” He smiles, eyes shining with hope, “You can even hold my hand if you need to.”

“No.”

Thatch sulks again. He's good at that.

As your group enters the market, you're all forced to walk very close together to the point of bumping into each other. You almost grab onto Thatch’s coat to lessen the odds of becoming lost in this crowd, but you refrain. He would absolutely be weird about it. All of them would be.

To keep yourself from being overwhelmed by all of the people, you focus your attention on scouting for food in hopes that there might still be some left.

You can't believe what you see. Piles and piles of food are everywhere. Everyone is taking, yet there is such a surplus that there is more than enough to go around for everyone here. How… How is this possible? You never thought so much food could exist at once, and definitely not all in one place!

In your state of shock, you hadn't even realized that you'd stopped walking. Not until someone bumps into you from behind. You stumble forward, but are steadied by a hand on your shoulder. You stiffly look back at who's touching you and see that it's Marco. Your lip curls in disgust, and you're quick to pull away and catch up with everyone else; all while pointedly ignoring him questioning if you were feeling okay.

“(Y/N)! Why don't you come and pick out something to celebrate your first time off the ship?”

Thatch is standing by a table among the mountains of food and gesturing you over excitedly. You cautiously approach him while eyeing the wide array of fruit spread out on the table, some that you recognized, some that you don’t. Your eyes settle on a pink fruit that has green leaves coming off of it like spikes.

It was very odd looking. You look up at Thatch while pointing at it, “Devil fruit?”

The plump, middle aged man with graying hair sat at the table laughed loudly and slapped his knee, “A devil fruit? I wouldn’t be working as a fruit peddler if I had that many devil fruits lying around!”

Thatch also laughs, though not quite as hard. He ruffles your hair, as he so often does, “That’s a dragon fruit. Do you want to try it?”

You’re about to nod, but then you see something out of the corner of your eye. Large red, seed-covered berries that you had recently gotten to try. You ate them by the fistful, loving the sweet and tangy taste they had. Eagerly, you point at them, “Want those.”

The fruit peddler grins, “Your kid’s got a good eye for quality! Between you and me, I’ve got the best ones here! Though I might be a little biased.” He chuckles and stands up, picking up a basket while asking Thatch how many he wants.

Excitement buzzes through you at the prospect of getting to have your newest favorite treat. But unfortunately, your joy was not to last. Marco crouches down next to you, and taps the sign in front of the berries, “Do you remember what these are called?”

“Berries.”

Marco shook his head, “But what kind? Can you try sounding out the word?”

Just like that, your good mood shrivels up and dies. Why must Marco insist on ruining everything? You stare hard at the squiggles on the sign, none of them making sense to you. Of course you couldn’t read this. He knew that you couldn’t. You know that you’ve been told what these berries are called, but you can’t remember it right now.

He doesn’t drop it when you remain silent. He points at the squiggle on the far left side, “Come on, I know you can do it. What sound does this letter make?”

While all of the letters were just shapes to you, this one was the squiggliest of them all, completely lacking in any straight lines. It somewhat resembled a snake to you. Your eyes widen slightly as something clicks in your brain and you recall one of your lessons with Marco.

Marco holds up a card with two shapes on it in front of you. They’re identical, but one is significantly smaller than the other, “And this one is an “S”. It makes a ‘sss’ sound like a snake. Now say it back.”

“Ssss…” You quietly mimic the sound from your memory, making Marco smile.

“Yes, that’s right!” His finger moves to the right, “Now what about this one?”

Your victory was short lived. You stared hard at the second letter, but nothing came to mind. There was nothing about the two straight lines crossed over one another, the horizontal one being shorter than the vertical one, that made you think of a connection to its sound. You were completely and utterly stumped, and you doubted that Marco would let it go.

Movement behind Marco catches your eye, and you see Thatch standing there and… moving his lips but not making any noise? Was he being weird again? Probably. But he was being awfully persistent. He was staring into your eyes while making the same mouth movements over and over again, and you felt compelled to try and understand it.

S… St… Str… Wait-

“Strawberry!” The answer comes out much louder than you had intended, but you couldn’t help it.

Thatch claps excitedly, “There we go, I knew you had it in you!” He closes and reopens one of his eyes quickly, an action you recall being referred to as “winking”. The basket of strawberries is then deposited into your open arms.

“Paid?”

“Yes, they’re all yours, kid.” Thatch watched as you immediately grabbed two and stuffed them into your mouth. His eyes widened and his smile partially drooped, “Hey, wait! You aren’t supposed to eat the stems!”

His reaction makes you pause your chewing. “Poisonous?”

Thatch sighs and his shoulders slump as he scratches the back of his head, “No, they aren’t poisonous, but most people don’t eat that part of it.”

You swallow your mouthful, then grab another berry, “Tastes fine.” With that said, you pop another whole strawberry into your mouth.

He sighs and shakes his head, while muttering something under his breath about “picking his battles”. You two aren’t fighting. Not right now, at least. Perhaps later.

The rest of the food procurement passes by rather uneventfully. Marco mercifully stopped quizzing you after the strawberries, and you were admittedly more focussed on eating than examining your surroundings. By the time you had finished your snack, everyone had finished shopping.

It was while you were absent-mindedly swinging the empty basket in your hand that your eyes had finally started to wander again. The docks were packed with ships, mainly civilian, but you could see a few pirate flags billowing in the wind. As much as you hated to see them, you couldn’t help but examine each one.

Of course, there was Whitebeard’s Jolly Roger. Though it was still quite far away, the sheer height of the mast made it stand out among the rest. Your eyes flitted from one flag to another, taking them all in in an almost bored daze-

Everything stops.

The world around you falls silent and ceases to exist as you spot a Jolly Roger with a knife stabbed into the top of the skull and poking out one of the eye sockets.

“Are you sure about this? They’re pirates, we have no idea how they’ll respond. It would be one thing if this was a marine ship, but pirates are too risky!” Mom’s words came out in a rushed hiss.

Dad’s gruff exterior doesn’t waver in the slightest. “Do you think I don’t know that? I don’t like this either, but what else are we supposed to do? We can’t survive here much longer, and there is no telling how long it’ll be before another ship stops here. Or how long it’ll take for that ship to be a “safe” one. I’m going to go speak with them whether you like it or not.”

Mom inhales sharply and drops her head down as her fingers drum on her gaunt waist. She exhales softly, “I know we can’t afford to wait… but there is a lot worse they could do beyond telling us no.”

Dad’s expression finally softened. “I’m aware… I promise that I’m not trying to be thoughtless about this, but we need to act now. There isn’t enough food on this island to feed even one person properly, much less all of us. Our child deserves to have a better life than this.”

“Fine… but I’m coming with you. They might be more sympathetic if we tell them that we have a family at home that is looking for us.”

The wicker basket falls to the ground and rolls away, not that you pay much mind to it as you take off in a sprint. Distantly, you register your name being called out, but you can’t focus on that now as you dart through the once intimidating crowd with one goal in mind.

Mom crouches down and gently cups your face as she speaks in that comforting, soft way she always does with you, “We’re going to be right back, but you need to stay right here until we come back for you, okay?”

Your lips purse, and you anxiously dig your heels into the dirt, “Why are you guys going if it’s so dangerous?”

“Sometimes you need to take risks in life, even when it feels scary.” Dad hazards a glance your way while loading his gun. You aren’t sure why he’s doing that when he isn’t planning on going hunting.

“Can I come? I want to take a risk, too.”

“No.”

Both mom and dad speak at the same time in an equally harsh tone, one exclusively saved for when you do something that could have hurt you or them. You shrink back and frown.

“We’ll be back before you know it, just stay in the treehouse. Please.” Mom kisses your forehead and stands up. “I love you. We’ll be back. I promise.”

A sharp turn nearly makes you fall on your face, but you catch yourself on your hands and push yourself back up. You run as fast as your legs will carry you as you close the distance between you and the ship.

It comes into view, and you spot several people walking off of it. You know them. You can never forget them. Especially not the one with a ratty black mane of hair on his head and face. An eyepatch covers his left eye now, but it isn’t enough to fool you.

As you quietly creep through the brush, you hear a commotion on the beach. You rush forward until you can see the shoreline. Mom and dad are there, backing away slowly as a large group encroaches on them.

“You want me to give you lot a ride? Does this look like a cruise ship to you? Do you have any idea who I am?” The man with dark hair stalks towards them, looking amused, but also another thing that you couldn’t place. His eyes made you feel nervous despite the fact that he wasn’t looking at you.

“We won’t be freeloaders! We’ll work for our passage! Please, sir, we’re desperate! We have a family at home, please let us get back home to them!” Mom was clutching dad’s arm. Her head swiveled as she saw all of the pirates surrounding them.

The man let out a bark of laughter, “From the looks of you two, they probably already think you’re dead. But, since I’m so nice, I can tell them as much if you tell me where they are. After we’re done here with you two, of course.”

Mom and dad’s faces go pale. “Run!” Dad pushes mom away just as a pirate lunges at them. Dad punches him, then another as mom sprints away.

The knife strapped to your side is ripped free from its confines. You’ll have to thank Ace later for sharpening it for you. Your feet pound against the wood of the docks as you gain on your target. You raise the dagger and get ready to leap at him.

Just as you do, he turns and sees you, and then arms lock around you from behind, yanking you up and back.

Several men rush past dad, chasing mom. One of them, the one that had been speaking, grabs her by her hair, and throws her to the ground. She screams and fights to get her hair free, “Please don’t do this! Please! We’ll leave!”

“Get away from her!” Dad’s voice came out in an enraged bellow. He knocks down the last pirate he was fighting and rips the rifle from his back. He aims it at the pirate attacking mom, and then there’s a loud BANG.

But not from his gun. All you can do is stare powerlessly in horror. Where his head once was is nothing but a bloodied stump. His body sways, then crashes to the ground.

(Y/N), stop! What has gotten into you?!” Thatch’s voice is right behind you as he struggles to keep his hold on you. You thrash wildly as a series of raw screams tear out of your throat. Ace is holding onto your dominant hand and trying to pry the dagger out of it to no avail.

“What’s with that damned brat of yours?” The dark haired man stepped closer, looking almost bored. “They just tried to kill me. I’ve ended lives over far less.”

“C-Captain! Those are Whitebeard’s pirates. Just let it go.” A smaller man puts himself between you and the captain.

“I know who they are, but I think that I deserve an apology at the very least.”

“Capt-” The man is harshly shoved aside by the captain who is now even closer, only adding to your rage.

“You killed them! They just wanted help, and you killed them!” The accusation shreds your throat as you scream it. All of the hands touching you go stiff at your voice.

Mom shrieks dad’s name and begins to sob and fight harder. The man lifts her off the ground by her hair and throws her away. As she’s laying on her back and struggling to breathe, her terrified eyes meet yours.

“Killed who? You’re going to have to be way more specific, kid.”

Just as quickly as mom sees you, she looks away. She frantically looks around as she pushes herself back, then looks up and starts screaming at the top of her lungs, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Get away!”

“That isn’t going to happen, sweetheart. We aren’t going anywhere until we’re done.”

“I saw it!” You don’t answer his question. You can’t.

Mom takes him off guard when she abruptly lunges at him. She unsheathes her hunting knife and swings it at his face. He stumbles and falls, and she goes down with him and keeps stabbing, all while screaming “get away” over and over again.

“I saw it!”

The other pirates throw mom off of him, descending on her like a pack of wild animals.

“I saw it!”

A club slams into the side of mom’s face, sending out a spray of blood and teeth.

“I saw it!”

A foot rams into mom’s stomach, forcing more blood out of her mouth.

“I saw it!”

A sword is stabbed into mom’s leg, keeping her in place.

“I saw it!”

The dark haired man finally gets to his feet and marches over to mom’s battered, bleeding body and draws his gun. You can’t take it anymore. You turn and run. You run as fast and hard as you can as mom’s screams come to an abrupt end following a gunshot.

“I- I- I-” All words and thoughts fail you. Your body goes limp as loud, painful sobs tear out of you. Your dagger- mom’s dagger- falls and embeds itself into the wood of the dock.

What was wrong with you? He was right there. He was right in front of you, but you couldn’t do anything. You couldn’t will your body to do anything but cry. The wet heat of your tears feels completely alien to you. You haven’t cried since that day. You forgot what it was like.

“Hold on,” the captain stares hard at the dagger, “I know that knife! That belonged to the bitch that took my eye!” He laughs, and it makes you feel just as sick as it did the last time you heard it, “I should have known their story was a load of shit! Of course that family they were crying about was actually on the island. I wish I would have put that together before, because then I could have-”

In an instant, you see Izou standing next to the captain. A single flintlock pistol is raised, pointing right at the captain’s head. You see his finger tightening around the trigger, then everything goes black as a hand clamps over your eyes.

A deafening gunshot rings out, enforcing a hush over the crowd. After a beat of silence, a shaky voice calls out, “Captain! You! You’re going to-” Another gunshot. Panic breaks out on the docks, you can hear people running and screaming. You don’t react to any of it, you just hang limply in the air. Your tears have run dry. Now you’re just numb.

“Thatch… take them back to the Moby Dick. We can handle this.” Marco is speaking in a tone barely above a whisper.

You can hear Thatch start to argue, but then he stops with a sigh, “Yeah, you’re right.”

As he begins to walk away, he shifts your limp body in his arms until you’re facing him. Your face is pressed firmly into his shoulder, still preventing you from being able to see any of what was happening around you. Both of your hands grasp his coat tightly.

Time passes elusively. The amount of time it took for you to get to the ship felt unclear. It could have been minutes or hours. You have no idea. Much louder, heavier footsteps snap you out of your trance, but you can’t bring yourself to care enough to turn to look.

“What’s going on?” Ah. It’s Whitebeard. Makes sense, you suppose.

It takes Thatch a moment to find the right words. “We… found out why the kid hates pirates so much.”

“I see. Do you want me to take (Y/N) back onto the ship for you?” The question makes you tense and clutch Thatch’s clothing even tighter. You don’t know why. You can’t understand anything right now.

“No… I don’t think that’s a good idea. I should stay with them.” Thatch matches your strength with ease as he all but cradles you.

Whitebeard hums quietly, “Good. You’re doing the right thing.” A loud explosion echoes from a ways away, making you flinch. “I better go check on them. Make sure Ace doesn’t burn down the whole dock.”

Everything after this is a blur. Things are happening around you, and all you can do is go with the motion. What you do know is that you’re in the kitchen with Thatch, and that the contents of the warm mug in your hands is milk with honey. A favorite of yours. You’re pressed against Thatch’s legs as you sip at it.

Generally, you sit with the rocks that once marked your parents graves when you feel upset. Both had been brought onto the ship when you were taken from the island, something that you were begrudgingly grateful for. Yet here you are, choosing to stay with Thatch rather than going to them.

You loved mom and dad. They sacrificed everything for you. Clothes, water, food, their time and energy. Eventually their lives.

But those rocks weren’t your parents. They couldn’t hug you. They couldn’t kiss your head and tell you that everything would be alright.

They couldn’t make you milk with honey just the way you like it.

But Thatch could. He could do all of that and more. As if knowing that you were thinking of him, Thatch took a brief break from preparing food to gently pat your head, an action that you had found annoying up until this very moment. How strange. You don’t get it.

The door to the kitchen opens, and Ace walks in. Usually he enters rooms loudly and without a care in the world, but there’s an undeniable caution to his actions. He smiles warmly as he slowly approaches you.

“Hey. You feeling better now?”

You just stare at him blankly.

“Yeah. Figured as much.” Ace gets closer and pulls some rag out of his bag. “We got those pirates taken care of for you. You don’t ever have to worry about them again. There’s just one thing left to get rid of.”

Ace unfurls the rag, revealing it to actually be the flag from the pirate ship. He holds it out to you with one hand, then snaps the fingers of his other hand, creating a small flame. “Do you want to do the honors?”

It takes your foggy mind a moment to figure out what he means, but when it does catch up, a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Shifting the mug to one hand, you dig out a lighter from one of your pockets, flick it on, then hold it out to the flag.

You watch it burn to ash, leaving no trace of its history in its wake.

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kingleorion · 25 days ago

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Hi hope you're having a good one! I was wondering if I could get platonic yan Whitebeard catching kid Mc trying to sneak off the ship? Him gently but sternly scolding them, maybe making a new rule that they have to be within his or a commander's sight for the foreseeable future. Ty!

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Contents: Platonic!Yandere!Whitebeard catching gn!kid!reader trying to sneak off the ship.

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WARNINGS: PLATONIC YANDERE, KID READER.

You're about to do it. Your little legs, barely able to let you run without tripping over yourself, ache to jump from the board and fall into the warm water of the ocean. Why are you doing it? You don't really know, but your brain tells you to do it, and who are you to disobey.

Just as you feel the salty air hit your face, a big hand catches you by the collar of your shirt, and dangles you in the air, as if you were nothing but a little kitten in it's mother's claws.

"There you are," a familiar, masculine voice says. You could be afraid, but you can only smile. It's your papa, your father, your one and only hero. "Goin' somewhere, ___?" He throws you up in the air, you screech in joy as he catches you with ease, and sits you over one of his enormous legs. He looks mad.

"To the ocean. Like my brothers." You answer, truthful.

"Last time I checked, your brothers went in ships and when they were allowed to." He says, narrowing his eyes. Your eyes go wide, pondering, for a moment, if you were about to make a mistake. "And you, little one, don't have neither a ship nor permission."

"Oh..." You say with that little, high pitched voice of yours. Whitebeard can already feel his heart clenching. "So... no ocean?"

"No, sweetheart, no ocean." He ruffles your hair, and sighs. "Besides, you don't have to go in a boat to own the ocean, I'm king of this land... and king of the world if god wants me to," he mutters that last part. "So, in a sense, the ocean is yours as well. Because everything mine is yours." He tries to cheer you up, your eyes lighting up as you bounce over his lap.

"King of the ocean!" You rise, roaring as loud as you can before scurrying off again to do who knows what. He watches you intently, a fond smile on his face. And then he gestures to Marco and Izo to come closer.

"Don't let them out of your sight."

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platonic yandere WB and orphan feral child reader

Solitude

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Pirates x GN Child Reader

5.3k words

Summary: Your life of isolation on an abandoned island is interrupted when a mistake leads to you being spotted by some pirates.

Warnings: brief descriptions of death and violence, starvation, drugging, forced adoption, platonic yanderes

Creeping closer to the shoreline left your nerves rattled. While it wasn’t unheard of for pirates to stop at this island, you’ve never seen a ship so big before. You stare in awe and fear at the behemoth of a ship stationed not far from the shore.

From your hiding spot under some brush, you’ve seen several pirates leave the ship and disperse throughout the island. Presumably, they were looking for food. They wouldn’t find much. This has been a bad year for fruit and berries, and the few animals that called this island home were getting harder and harder to catch.

Frustration ate away at you. There was so little for you to eat as is, and these people were about to steal what was left. You were already starving, and now it’s about to get worse. Still, you weren’t stupid enough to confront them about it. Talking to pirates was a dangerous idea… you learned that lesson the hard way.

Being stranded wasn’t so bad at first. You still had your mom and dad, and they took care of the bulk of the work. They’d built the treehouse that you call home and taught you how to survive. While they were always trying to flag down passing ships for help, you’d never cared all that much about it. You could barely even remember what civilization was like anymore, so you felt no real desire to go back to it. Being alone with your family was all that you knew, and the idea of anything else felt scary.

Everything came crashing down the day that some pirates docked at the island. Your parents told you to stay put in the treehouse and approached the crew to beg them for a ride back home. Following them was something you would go on to regret for the rest of your life. Despite your family being nothing but kind and respectful… they were brutalized. All you could do was watch in terror as your parents were beaten to death for “bothering” the pirates.

You hated pirates.

Dragging your parents’ battered bodies back home was a grueling effort. They were so much bigger than you were, and you couldn’t stop crying as you looked at their bodies. If you hadn't seen it happen, you wouldn’t have even been sure it was them. Then you had to dig their graves with your bare hands. It took all day to get both of the holes deep enough to put them into. You brought over the biggest rocks you could carry as a way to mark where they were so you would never forget.

Ever since that day, you’ve been completely alone. It was hard. So much harder than you ever imagined. It’s not like you didn’t know how much your parents had done for you while they were still alive, but it was completely different having to now do all of it by yourself without any guidance.

Gathering and storing rainwater was all up to you, getting food was all up to you, starting fires to cook meat and keep warm was all up to you. There were many points during the first year by yourself where you thought you were going to die. Miraculously, you managed to survive and settle into your independent role. You’ve survived on your own for a little over three years now by following your instincts and what your parents taught you. Today was the first time you’ve considered going against one of your rules.

You knew that your next course of action should be to leave and hide out until these pirates get off the island. Getting as close as you already have was needlessly risky, but you couldn’t help it. They were cooking up a bunch of food on the beach and it smelled amazing. Your stomach growled and you were salivating as the aroma of cooking meat assaulted your senses. Maybe it’s because you were starving from struggling to forage this year, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.

It was stupid… but you need food. If they’re going to take your food, then why shouldn’t you take some of theirs? The guy that had been cooking left a little while ago to go back to the ship for something, and no one else was around. If you were quick… This should be fine.

After taking another glance around to confirm that no one would see you, you spring out of the bushes and sprint for where the food is. There are several tables littered with food. You skid to a stop in front of one and grab the first thing that you see. Crouching down behind the table, you examine your find. It’s brown and has a tough, yet crumbly exterior. When you squeeze it, it gives easily and crackles under the force of your hands. Without a second of hesitation, you bring it to your mouth and bite into it. The inside is white and much softer. It’s simultaneously chewy and crunchy, and you love it. Your eyes start to grow wet as you chew it.

It tastes so good.

The rest of it is eaten in seconds, and then you grab more of these things off the table and stuff them into your bag that you carry with you everywhere. As much as you want to sample everything now, you have no idea how much time you have before someone comes back. Getting caught was not an option. If pirates killed your parents just for speaking to them, you didn’t want to find out what they would do to someone who stole from them.

Random food is stuffed into your bag as you frantically look around for signs of someone coming back. You approach the fire that has meat roasting over it. Your mouth watered as you smelled it from so close up. You reach for it, then pull your hand away. It would make more sense to cut off a piece with your knife. Grabbing something that’s roasting over an open fire will just burn your hand.

You drop to your knees and try to find your hunting knife in your bag. Just as you find it, you hear something. Footsteps. Your heart hammers in your chest and you frantically scramble under the nearest table. Peeking out from under the table, you see the cook coming back with a basket in his arms. He drops it on a table, then walks over to where the meat is cooking and checks on it.

One of your hands clutches your knife, while the other covers your nose and mouth to keep yourself quiet. Your heart is pounding in your chest so loud that you’re scared he’s going to hear it.

The man approaches the table you’re under and stops moving. You shake in fear, thinking you’ve been found. He lets out an exasperated sigh and calls out, “Can you people not wait ten minutes before pillaging?!” He grumbles under his breath about bottomless pits and starts to turn away, only to stop when he hears something.

Your stomach growling.

Trying to clutch your stomach does nothing. It’s too late now. You can only hope that he didn’t actually hear that, but it was so loud. What feels like hours pass in the tensest silence of your life, then a hand shoots under the table and grabs your arm before hauling you out into the open.

You’re effortlessly brought up to eye level with the cook, who stares at you with a baffled expression. His mouth opens and closes a few times before words actually come out. “Who… Where did you come from?”

Finally, your instincts override your terror, and you slash at him with your knife. His arms are so long that you can’t even reach him, but the action is still enough to be startling and make him drop you. The second you hit the ground, you run. You duck under the table to grab your bag and then take off towards the woods.

“Hey, wait! Come back!”

The cook tries to run after you, but you’re able to easily lose him once you enter the forest. There are plenty of tight squeezes that you know someone his size won’t be able to fit through. It’s not long before you’ve stopped hearing his voice and you can finally slow down. You lean against a tree as you catch your breath.

Normally, you wouldn’t get exhausted so easily, but your emaciated body couldn’t handle much exertion anymore. You pant hard and cough loudly as you sink to the ground. Internally, you curse at yourself for being so weak. You need to get back to the treehouse. Just because that one guy gave up didn’t mean that there wouldn’t be others.

Forcing yourself to get back on your feet, you continue the trek back home. You pull out another one of those brown things from your bag and start munching on it. This one tastes just as good as the last, and you can’t help but wonder what it is. It isn’t like anything you’ve ever had before.

As you walk, you hear something strange. You freeze and look around. It sounds like… a bird? But the flap of the wings is much louder than you’re used to. You whip your head around frantically while trying to identify the source.

Then you see it. A giant, blue bird was flying overhead. And it looked like it was on fire. You watch, slack jawed, as it lands on a branch above your head and peers down at you. It isn’t behaving aggressively, but that isn’t enough to quell your fear. That bird could easily swoop down and pick you up, and its talons looked like they were as long as your fingers. You start walking backwards while keeping your eyes locked on the animal. You aren’t far from your treehouse now. If you could just get in there, you should be safe. That giant bird looked too big to fit inside.

Much to your horror, the bird starts following you from a distance. Its actions aren’t necessarily predatory yet, but you figure that’s only because it’s trying to decide if you’re worth the effort to prey on or not. It takes effort to not run, but you’ve learned over the years that doing that will only encourage the animal to attack. You walk at a brisk pace while watching the bird as closely as you can while periodically glancing over your shoulder to make sure that you’re still going the right way.

You’re relieved when you see your treehouse come into view, only to quickly become distressed when the bird lands on one of the branches supporting it. This is enough to give you pause about entering it. You really don’t want to get too close to that bird. It could easily carry you away if it was able to grab you… but it hasn’t behaved like a predator at all yet. Maybe it’s just curious and will go away once you get inside?

Taking a deep breath to settle your rattled nerves, you start climbing up the tree. There used to be a rope ladder, but it fell apart about a year ago, so now you’re stuck scaling the tree using its trunk, branches and the vines growing on it.

Once again, your weakened state was taking a heavy toll on you. Normally, you could get from the forest floor to the treehouse in a matter of seconds. Today, after your previous run and the fast paced walking you did, you were so exhausted that you had to take a break halfway up. A vine is tightly clutched in your shaky hands to help keep you steady as you sit on one of the branches, trying to catch your breath and get your head to stop spinning.

The familiar sound of heavy wings flapping cuts through the air again, and you look up in hopes that you’ll see that weird bird flying away. The bird flies behind the tree, then comes around and lands on another branch. The one that you’re on.

The branch dips under the added weight of the large bird, forcing you to hold onto the vine tighter to keep from falling. Your heart was pounding again as the creature inched closer to you. You’re frozen in fear and stuck staring up at it as its head cranes over to you. The way its eyes examine you feels weird. It seems so… calculated. Intelligent. Birds’ eyes have never looked so purposeful to you.

Now that it’s so close, you can’t help but be drawn to the markings around its eyes. The way that the purple feathers frame them reminds you of the glasses that your father wore. The reminder makes your chest feel weird, so you quickly dismiss it. This isn’t a good time to be getting sentimental. You need to get into your treehouse before those pirates spot you, or this bird decides that it wants to eat you.

Using a burst of energy brought on by your desire to not become a snack, you frantically close the gap between you and your home. The bird doesn’t lunge after you, much to your relief, but you still slam the hatch shut as soon as you get through the hole in the floor that acts as the entrance to your treehouse. You collapse on the floor, gasping for breath and coughing loudly between each ragged inhale.

You freeze and snap your head up when you hear the bird take off, and you wonder if it’s about to attack your home. It’s so large that you think it would be able to cave in the roof just from landing on it. Much to your relief, however, the flaps of its powerful wings grow more and more faint as the animal flies away from your home. Your head falls back onto the floor as the tension finally leaves your body.

Everything is okay. You’re safe for now.

It takes a while for you to recover from your exhaustion enough to get to your feet. When you do, you trudge over to the pile of fabrics and furs that make up your bed and fall onto it. You slide your bag off your shoulder and rip open the flap so you can finally sate your appetite with your findings.

At first, all you can do is gawk at how much food you have. You’ve never had so much food at once. It’s almost overwhelming to have so many options in front of you in such a plentiful amount.

Snapping out of your choice paralysis, you grab something that you think is a fruit. It’s bright orange, and the skin feels thick and textured. You sniff it, but the smell isn’t all that strong. Experimentally, you bite into it. The skin is tough, but once your teeth break through, juice squirts out and drips down your hands and into your mouth. The taste is like nothing you’ve ever had before. It’s so strong and sweet and it makes your mouth feel funny, but in a good way. You rip out the chunk you bit into and chew it. The skin doesn’t taste very good, and you wonder if you’re even supposed to eat it. You pick off pieces of the skin until you can bite into just the flesh of the fruit. When you do, you feel like your previous assumption about the skin was correct. Eating the flesh directly was infinitely better with the skin out of the way.

You make quick work of the rest of the fruit. Your hands and face are sticky, but you’re feeling happy for once. You took a major risk stealing this stuff, but it felt worth it. Your stomach was going to be full, and you got to taste new things, even if it would be just this once. You’re about to dive back into your bag of goodies, but then you hear it.

Footsteps. Lots of them.

Your previous elation is gone in an instant and replaced with raw fear. You unsheath your hunting knife and drop into a crawl. You go over to where there’s a small split in the wall for you to peer out of without risking being seen. As you squint through the crack, your heart drops into your stomach when you see three people approaching the tree your home is in. One of them is the cook that saw you earlier. You start to panic, realizing that you’ve been hunted down.

This is it for you. You’re about to suffer the same fate as your parents because you got careless.

You scurry backwards until your back is against one of the walls. There’s only one way in and out of this treehouse: the hatch on the floor. It isn’t very big, only one person can climb through at a time. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to take them on as each comes through. It’s unlikely, but this is your only chance. You refuse to just roll over and let them kill you. If you die today, you’ll go down fighting.

The walls muffle noise from the outside, making it impossible for you to make out what’s being said. What you can hear loud and clear is someone scaling up the tree. The branches creak loudly under that person’s weight as they easily climb up. In mere seconds, you see the hatch get pushed up and to the side. Your fingers squeeze around the hilt of your knife in preparation for what you need to do.

A head pokes through. A man with dark hair and freckles on his face peers around your treehouse. He chuckles quietly and mutters to himself, “This really takes me back.”

He starts to haul himself through the hole, and that’s when you finally spring into action. You lunge at him with a snarl and bring your blade down on his neck with all your might. At least you tried to.

With seemingly no effort, the man grabs your wrist, effectively bringing you to a halt. His grip is impossibly strong. You try to pull away, but he won’t budge. You expect the man to snap your arm or hit you with an attack of his own, but he barely even reacts to you. He keeps a firm, yet surprisingly painless, grip on you while he finishes climbing into your home. He speaks to you in a casual tone, “Relax, kid. No one’s here to hurt you.”

Your wrist is released, but he snatches your knife out of your hand and closely examines it. He runs his thumb along the edge and laughs a little. “Damn, I didn’t even need to block. This thing is so dull that I don’t think it would have been able to cut me.” When he looks back up at you, you scramble back, completely terrified from how easily this guy disarmed you. The man notes your apparent terror and sets down your knife before holding his hands up, “Hey, take it easy. I promise I’m not going to hurt you. No one will.” A hand is extended toward you. The hand is open and relaxed. “I’m Ace. What’s your name?”

All that you do is stare at him. You’re not sure what he’s doing. Does he expect you to give him something after he already took your knife?

The smile that he was sporting drops slightly, and he retracts his hand. “Not much for handshakes? Can you at least tell me your name?” Again, you just stare at him. You don’t know why he’s behaving the way he is, which only makes you more anxious. Ace’s smile droops more. “Can you talk? Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You decide to answer his last question with a tense nod. The response makes his smile return and he appears to be oddly relieved for reasons that you can’t fathom.

Ace scoots closer to you while pulling something off of his belt. “That’s good. I was starting to get worried that I’d have to act out everything.” He removes the top from the thing he pulled off his belt and holds it out to you. You can’t see what’s inside it from where you’re crouched, but you can see steam coming out of it. “Here, I brought something for you.”

When you don’t make a move to take it from him, he sighs and sets it down on the floor before moving back. “No need to be so suspicious, kid. Thatch warmed up some milk and honey for you. He thought you could use it.”

You don’t know what milk or honey is. Is it food? Accepting something from a pirate feels like a bad idea, but you get the feeling that he doesn’t plan to go away until you do. And with him blocking the way out and also having your only usable weapon, you feel like you don’t really have a choice here.

Carefully, you creep forward. Your eyes stay trained on Ace as you do. His own eyes are flitting around your home. The lack of focus on you helped soothe your nerves slightly, but you still scrambled back frantically once you were able to grab the weird cup-thing. It was warm to the touch, and the stuff inside was white. You sniff at it, and your stomach growls in response to the comforting aroma. You take an experimental sip. The taste is sweet and soothing, but also weirdly familiar. An old memory tickled at the back of your mind, but not clearly enough to fully remember it. Have you had this “milk and honey” before? Maybe before your family became stranded on this island?

Immediately, you tilt the cup up and start gulping it down greedily, wanting to drink it all before Ace could try and take it back. It’s gone in a matter of seconds. Despite just being a drink, it felt oddly filling. You feel disappointed that it’s gone already, but you don’t want to push your luck by asking for more.

Ace’s shoulders relax when you finish the drink, though you’re not sure why. He attempts to converse with you again. “See? I’m not so bad, right? I don’t suppose you want to tell me your name now, do you?”

Sharing your name feels weird. Your parents were the only people who ever knew it, and a part of you wants to keep it that way. But… Ace has been strangely nice to you. Maybe it won’t be a bad thing to tell him.

“... (Y/N).”

Your voice croaks and your throat aches from just saying the one word. Now that you think about it… you don’t think you’ve spoken since your parents died. There hasn’t been a reason to since that fateful day..

The noticeable pain in your voice caught Ace’s attention, and he frowned. He moves closer to you again. While you do tense up, you don’t move away, which he appears to take as a good sign. He moves even closer to you and speaks up again, “You look pretty hungry, (Y/N). Thatch brought some food for you.”

This makes you perk up and glance around his person, trying to figure out where he’s keeping the food at. He picks up on that and laughs lightly. “I don’t have it. If you want it… you have to come with me. Okay?”

As soon as he says that, you recoil. While he had earned a little bit of trust, it wasn’t enough to make you blindly follow him.

Ace’s hand shoots out and grabs yours before you can back away too much. His grip is firm, but not crushing. He squeezes it gently and speaks in a calm voice, “You don’t have to go far. You just have to come down from this tree. Thatch and Marco are waiting at the bottom.” When you don’t look convinced and instead keep trying to pull away, he drags you over to the hole in the floor and guides you to look down. The other two people you saw before are standing by the base of the tree. They smile warmly and wave at you.

“They just want to see you and make sure you’re okay. Can you please come down so they can do that?”

Your instincts are screaming at you to not agree and stay up here. You’ve already taken too many risks today, and this feels like an insane idea. You’re already vulnerable purely from your physical state, but you would also be outnumbered three-to-one if you go down there.

But, what’s stopping them from coming up if you don’t cooperate? It feels like you’re already caught, so maybe you should just do whatever they say so as to not upset them

With significant hesitation, you give Ace an affirmative nod, which makes him grin widely. You expect for him to start climbing down so you could follow him. Rather than that, he abruptly picks you up and drops out of the hole. You squawk in surprise and flail as both of you fall. Your eyes screw shut and you brace for impact, only for him to somehow slow down just before he lands. It almost sounds like there’s a fire for a moment, but by the time your eyes open so you can look, the noise is gone.

And you’re surrounded by three pirates.

You shrink in on yourself as the other two stare at you. They don’t look angry, but you feel scared of them regardless. Ace sets you down on the ground, then gently pushes you towards them.

The tall cook that you ran from earlier crouches down and smiles widely at you. Even now, he towers over you, prompting you to lean back against Ace. Your wariness does nothing to deter the cook. He pulls out a small box and holds it out to you.

“Hey there! I’m Thatch. You gave me quite the surprise earlier. I thought for sure it was Ace getting into the food early.” When you don’t take the box, he pulls the lid off and shows what’s inside. There’s a bunch of food densely packed into it, and the wave of smells that hits you leaves your mouth watering.

Your restraint dies on the spot, and you quickly snatch the box out of his hands and grab a handful of food before stuffing it into your mouth. You glance up at Thatch while you’re chewing and see him holding out some tiny, shiny thing with some points on the end.

He chuckles and stuffs it back in his pocket while returning to his full height, “I guess we can teach you about silverware later.”

While you eat, you keep your back pressed against Ace’s legs. You’re only half paying attention as the men talk amongst themselves.

Thatch spoke first, “Can they talk?”

“A little. I got them to tell me their name, but it sounds like the kid hasn’t said anything in forever. Their name is (Y/N).”

The blonde man, who you’re assuming has to be Marco, kneels down and starts examining you closely. His glasses reminded you a little bit of the bird you saw earlier. His scrutinizing gaze makes you hold your box of food tighter and turn away from him slightly. This makes him chuckle and speak to you in a soothing voice, “I’m not going to take it. I just want to get a good look at you so I can make sure you’re okay.”

His hand touches your hair and lifts clumps of it up. You wince as the matted sections of hair tug at your scalp. You used to keep your hair cut short but were forced to stop when your knife became so dull that it couldn’t really cut through anymore.

Marco hummed quietly and muttered under his breath, “Might be best to just shave it all off.” He dropped the hair clumps and moved on to examining your face. His eyes zeroed in on something in particular, and he frowns. “Did you break your nose?”

The question brings you back to a time shortly after your parents’ death. Your father had done the majority of the hunting when he was still alive, and he would use his rifle to take down some of the larger animals on the island. You had tried using it to kill a hog, but that ended horribly. Not only had you missed, but the gun jerked backwards and slammed right into your nose with a loud crack. When you managed to get to a stream so you could see your reflection, you saw that your nose was crooked. You had tried to fix it, but it hurt so bad when you touched it that you weren’t able to make it much better.

You snapped out of your thoughts and nodded your head to answer Marco’s question. He carefully holds your face and runs his thumbs down either side of your nose. Pain shoots through it, making you whine and try to pull away. He allows you to, which you appreciate.

“Is it hard to breathe through your nose?”

You stuff the last handful of food into your mouth before answering him. It takes a moment for you to find the words and force them out, “A little… used to it…”

Marco sighs softly at your answer. He pulls out a piece of cloth from his pocket and uses it to wipe off your face and hand. The cloth is put away, and he continues with his questions. “Are your parents here?”

The question makes you tense up. You didn’t appreciate how many reminders you were getting of them today. You nod stiffly, then point over to the rocks marking where they’re buried. The men glance around in confusion for a moment before looking back at you. You sigh and go over to the rocks and pat the dirt. “Here.”

All of their faces contort as they figure out what you meant.

Thatch was the one to break the silence. “You aren’t out here all alone, are you?”

You nod.

“How long have you been alone for?”

“... Three years.”

They all share wide-eyed looks with each other. Marco quickly strides up to you and takes one of your hands in his, “Let’s go back to the ship, okay?”

“No!” Any previous calm you had faded away and was replaced with a raw panic. You flailed your arm in a desperate attempt to get him to let go, but much like Ace, he wouldn’t budge.

Marco uses his other hand to grab your shoulder and force you to hold still. “Calm down, you’re just going to hurt yourself. We’re going to help you. You aren’t going to have to be alone anymore.”

You try to keep fighting, you really do, but your head starts to spin and your limbs grow weak. Before you can completely collapse, Marco scoops you up into his arms. You want to push him away, but your arms won’t do anything. All that you can do is blink wearily at your surroundings as they all swirl and blend together.

Thatch steps closer and gently pats your head. “About time. I was starting to think I went too light on the dosage. Did (Y/N) not drink all of the milk?”

“They did. They downed the entire thermos in a few seconds. I didn’t think they were going to so much as make it out of the treehouse awake.”

“I guess they’re tougher than I thought. The poor thing looked so scrawny and sickly that I was afraid I might kill them with a normal dose.”

All that comes out of you is a weak whimper as your vision starts to fade to black. Marco rubs your back and begins to walk. The gentle rocking from his gait only makes you nod off faster. His voice is quiet as he tells you assurances of how everything is going to be better now, but it does nothing to comfort you.

Terror is the only thing in your mind as you finally succumb to whatever they just did to you.

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kingleorion · 2 months ago

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Sweet Bread

english version of google

Part 4

prohibited for under 18s

'you're definitely going to explode'

You don't even know how you got to this, panting and entwined with your Goddess's pussy in yours, Aphrodite was on top of you, her leg was on your shoulder and she was basically fusing you with her pussy, so wet, so hot, by the Gods it feels good.You only went to ask your Goddess to reconsider and ask her lover to stop the war and forgive your city, since despite everything, most of it is not to blame.

But here you are being fucked by your Goddess and loving it, she was so beautiful, her breasts bouncing as she fucked you and kissed you so passionately.

"m-my Goddess.." you try to say breathlessly- "tell me my Rose ~ what do you want?~" Aphrodite purred, she continued to rub herself against you, your cum mixing, making you more excited.

-"the- the war, p-please stop it" you manage to say with effort"~ oh my love is that all?, tell me what else you want and I will give it to you~" Aphrodite says approaching to give you another kiss, you lean in to kiss her, -"if that's what you want my love it will be done" Aphrodite says as she increases her speed, you were not prepared for this and try to hold on to something, the Goddess notices this and laughs, you were so beautiful, thank goodness when you were reborn your appearance didn't change that much, but Aphrodite had to be honest, you were so beautiful with the nymph, your body got stronger, you got more full-bodied, you were perfect, 'oh how she will spoil you~' she smiles more as she fucks you.

With your faster and more intense movements it didn't take long for the two of you to cum, you didn't even know how long it had been since you entered your Goddess' room, since she really finished with you, when you finished cumming, you were exhausted, but you noticed that your Goddess looked very good, panting on the floor, you saw her separating your swollen pussies, to get a towel and clean them, then she picked you up to put you in the bathtub, you were again on her lap, leaning on her breasts.

-"Are you tired, my love ~?"

Aphrodite asks, even though she already knows the answer, with a hoarse voice, weakened from screaming your name so much. You just shake your head. She kisses your cheek.

"My poor baby, don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

She says as she puts your hair back. She takes care of everything afterward, washes you, dries you, and even helps you put on a robe. However, your legs betray you at that moment. Luckily, your Goddess is faster and stronger, holding you and carrying you bridal style to bed.

"Stay here, my dove, I'll bring you something to eat."

She kisses you on the forehead and leaves to find food or a servant.

You don't know for sure, since sleep is consuming you. Unable to take it, you fall asleep in Aphrodite's bed, a large, soft bed.

Aphrodite was jumping around, and thought that the day had started so badly, she had fought with Ares, argued again with Apollo and when she finally thought she was going to relax in her usual bath, a nymph came in uninvited, thinking that she was another one sent by Zeus to calm her down since the Goddess of love was getting angry and making everyone on Olympus unable to satisfy themselves, but the meddlesome nymph was you, your love that was once lost but now has changed with you back, everything would go back to normal, all she had to do was get you away from Zeus and reconcile with Ares everything would be fine, right?And speaking of him, Ares came back with more blood than usual, stomping his feet he seemed angrier, maybe the war didn't cool his head, when Aphrodite noticed his mood seemed to sour even more.

-" A - " Aphrodite tries to speak but is quickly interrupted.

-" Not now Aphrodite "

Ares with a sharp tone, the Goddess looks at him in shock, he had his moments of anger but this one seemed different, he passes by her and goes straight to the room they both shared, since Aphrodite's bed was softer (lie he just didn't want to be away from her even though he was angry), but before he enters he is interrupted by Aphrodite running to stop him, "wait don't come in like that", she approaches.-"

why? Now I can't even go into the room anymore? I know you're angry but this is too much", he doesn't let her speak, she is shocked was she too harsh with him this morning? .-" I understand that you're angry and miss her, but blaming me won't bring our pearl back and -" he continues until Aphrodite interrupts him "she's back"She finally speaks.Ares remains in complete silence, absorbing what his lover said, - "W-what?", he looks at her in shock, not believing it, "she came back, she finally reincarnated, if you had let me talk and not gone around ignoring me-" Suddenly she feels huge hands on her shoulders, "you're not joking, are you?" Ares asks seriously and with a cautious look, Aphrodite understands where this comes from, it wouldn't be the first time she dreams of you and imagines that you had come back, she holds his bloody face, and looks into his green eyes as beautiful and warm as the day they met, "yes my love this time it's serious, she really came back, our pearl is back to us" she spoke with such tenderness in her voice that Ares knew it was true.

-"W-where is she? I'll go get her" Ares says in a hurry, Aphrodite holds him and says "in the room, love, that's why I asked you to wait, you might scare her with all that blood.

" Aphrodite speaks tenderly and with a smile that would destroy a city with just a wave of her hands.

Ares smiles warmly and approaches, touching her forehead with his, "she's finally back" smiling he moves away and goes to his room to get ready, but he stops and turns to his lover waiting for him "you've already prepared her, haven't you?" he asks already knowing the answer, he knew that if it were him meeting you again he would do the same.

She smiles blushing, with that answer he leaves to get clean and ready so as not to scare you.

Smiling Aphrodite enters the room only to see you sleeping soundly, apparently she overdid it with you, but you can't blame her, she was so happy that you were finally in her arms, she couldn't wait.

Laughing, she approaches you, so beautiful sleeping, unconcerned with the world around her, this makes Aphrodite's heart fill with ego and happiness, if you were like this it was because you trusted her and were not afraid that they could harm you, because deep down you knew that this time they would protect you with everything they had, this time no one would take you away from them, not even death.When she notices that Ares had already returned, "Wow, someone really is excited, he came back so fast" Aphrodite says laughing at her lover who came back so fast that he didn't even dry himself properly, "haha sorry love she's sleeping, it seems that was too harsh, sorry" she says not very regretfully, she approaches and grabs a towel to dry her beloved.

-"Is she really sleeping? Let me see her," Ares approaches you and when he sees her he can't help but smile, "It's her, my love, our dove has returned.

" He approaches you asleep and notices that you are clinging to your pillow, he laughs.

-"It looks like someone is missing me," he says turning to Aphrodite who is still holding the towel.

-"Hey, I missed you too," she says in a calm and playful tone, handing the towel to Ares, approaching you and sitting next to your sleeping body.

Ares observes everything, smiles and approaches and stands on the other side of the bed, he and Aphrodite look at each other and both come to an agreement that they are always with her.

They both lie down next to her and take the opportunity to sleep too, since the day was full of emotions.But before sleep catches them, Ares asks "Did she hold on much?" His tone was low and provocative, "Three rounds~" Aphrodite replied in the same tone, "Hmm, it looks like we'll have to train her to hold out a little longer~" The God of War finally spoke, smiling as he snuggled into his precious lovers.

#my history #afrodite x reader x ares #aphrodite goddess #aphrodite x ares #aphrodite x reader #ares god of war #ares x reader

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kingleorion · 2 months ago

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⭑˚🔮⭑ yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

00 — prologue 01 — budding friendship 02 — a sudden encounter 03 — set in motion 04 — fateful beginning 05 — anomaly 06 — what lies ahead 07 — moving in 08 — the last member 09 — teacher’s pet 10 — facing the future 11 — on the brink of death 12 — claimed 13 — in mourning 14 — entrusted with a secret 15 — long time no see 16 — memories erased 17 — rude intrusion 18 — someone dearly beloved 19 — a happy day 20 — seize the opportunity 21 — best friends 22 — everyone's favorite 23 — hand in hand 24 — foreboding 25 — cursed place

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kingleorion · 2 months ago

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oh my! this gave me so many ideas 🤭

Oh, oh, oh! Yandere virus, but it one day coming into school, the girls who normally bully you are acting strange. When you see them in the hallway, you are expected to be laughed at or shoves to the ground. However, you didn't expect to be shoved against the wall as they stare you down with a dangerous and lustful glint in their eye, telling you about all the plans they have in store for you. They force you to wear matching clothes and make sure everyone knows who you belong to and not to even try anything. Maybe you're forced to live in the house. Bonus if the other hold you down as the ring leader eats you out, as the others tell you how cute you are uwu

“Ah ah ah. You aren’t going anywhere” A voice chirps in your ear. You wince, sighing as the three surround you once again as class is dismissed and everyone heads to the dorms for the evening. Honestly, if you were perhaps a bit stronger, a bit less self conscious, you might spit in their faces and make a run for it. Sadly, you aren’t some badass (and admittedly, one dimensional) character and are frozen in place as they wait for the others to leave.

They don't intervene. They know better. These young women have power, wealth, and beauty in their arsenal, and aren't afraid to use it to get what they want, and to silence anyone who complains. Phoebe, Sadie, and Naomi, all from powerful families who more or less run this college and the town. You don't doubt they paid the administrators and dean to get into this place, while you had to work hard and prove yourself.

None of that matters at the moment. Currently, Phoebe was twirling her fingers in your hair like you two were close friends or even dating, smiling almost wickedly at you as her eyes, usually hazel, now with an odd pink ring, stare at you like you were some prey about to be eaten and devoured. Usually they just shove you around and make fun of your clothes, but today…Something's off. Very very off.

“Isn’t she so cute you guys?” She says, sickly sweet, you want to say mocking but no, it's like there’s something more flirtatious with it. “Oh definitely, I just want to sink my teeth in her, you know? Make her whimper” Naomi adds on, hand to her cheek as she stares at you like one would a puppy being precious. Oh god hearing that made you think they were about to hurt you or humiliate you in some way.

Sadie just sighs, not in your direction, looking over her shoulder to make sure the halls were clear, and once they were truly empty of everyone else, she made sure the grip on your wrists were tighter. “Listen up. We have some new rules set in place, and you, adorably obedient as you are, are going to follow them”. Oh wow. The audacity. Then again you never really put up a fight so, are they really wrong? What other choice did you have anyway? If they wanted to, they could make your family kicked out of town and their jobs nonexistent. It’s best to just grit your teeth as best you can.

While you tried to listen, Phoebe made sure she got closer, her hand on you as well, but more exploring, sliding up and down your sleeve and trying to dip her fingers into the hem to feel your wrist, dragging them up and down softly as Sadie began to speak again. “You’re ours. Simple as that. No more avoiding the lobby when we’re there, no more trying to get little study dates away from the school library, no more trying to hide from us”. “I'm sorry what-” “Ah ah, she’s not finished cutie” Naomi says with a gentle touch slowly sliding to your waist, her cold fingertips acting like they wanted to slide under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, her brown eyes also having that odd pink ring in her iris. “Go on Sadie, she’ll be good and listen. She always is”

You felt your cheeks grow impossibly hot, words failing you as all three of these girls began to more or less feel you up and tell you that…That you were theirs? Whatever that could mean? Sadie just sighs, more playful this time as she cups your cheek and makes you look at her, the same weird coloration in her eyes. “You’re ours. No more private study dates, no more drabby clothes, no more avoiding food when we’re in the commons or cafeteria, just a lot more rules and a lot more dress code for you. Tsk, I can’t tell if I want you in a skirt, or if I'd stab any bastard who’d look at you when you wear one. Maybe some cute pants? Ugh they’d still lay their eyes on you either way, makes me want to just call mom and have the banks foreclose their houses”.

“Please Don’t-” “Ah ah, don’t even try it. You’re ours, if we want to punish people for looking at our puppy, we will” Phoebe comments, her fingers moving to hold your hand and give the top of it a gentle kiss. “Speaking of puppy” Naomi mentions, nodding her head towards the others, and before you can blink you’re turned over, face to the wall. You hear Sadie murmur something as she rummages through her bag for a moment, and you feel her hands slide around your throat before something clicks behind your head, and your eyes widen in horror.

“There we go! I made sure it wouldn’t be too tight, the guy who made it for me was such an artist about it, I love it! If he would’ve said no, you know I’d have his business ruined” She mentions casually, getting a few soft giggles in agreement.

��Here sweetie! Have a look at how cute you are when you show that you belong to us” Naomi says, handing you her phone as a mirror. You feel weak and shaky as your fingers come up to touch the bright pastel pink leather, a metal heart in the center pressing against your throat. You reach around to feel the back and feel a harsh shock to your fingers, making you yelp.

“Oh, sweetheart, don't try and take it off! It was so expensive but I got a cute one to work as a shock collar. Shower safe but anytime you take one, one or all of us will be with you, so you won't have to worry about taking it off yourself. We’ll talk more about the rules later in our dorm”. You shiver, unable to think of how to talk. What in the fuck could you even say? You just had a designer shock collar put on you by your bullies! Who are now acting like you were their chew toy or pet no less. “O-our dorm?”.

Phoebe nods, gently stroking your hair “Yeah, duh! How else will we keep a better eye on you? Cameras are fine and all but I prefer to make sure you’re warm with one of us sharing a bed with you. Plus, it’s easier to kiss you good morning faster”. “K-Kiss?!” You almost shriek, only for Naomi to softly hush you with a finger to your lips. “Now now, don’t get loud! We don’t need that just yet”. She pouts, hearing her phone going off and checking the time. “Well, we have to split for now, I have a dinner with mom and dad. You two take her to the dorm and tell me how she acts! Don't do anything more pretty please? We said we’d share her”.

You don't get much out before Naomi heads off, Phoebe and Sadie gripping your arms a bit too firmly to lead you, talking back and forth like you weren’t making a practical death march down to their dorm room.

Oh God what’s going to happen once that door is shut?

-Mommabean (Hiya! Sorry for lack of smut but I am proud I wrote this much at least lol. If you beans want i can do a part two! Wanted to try and flesh this out before anything too intense ya know? Anyway I hope you like! Lemme know if you do!)

#yandere female #Poly yandere #yandere virus au #yandere virus

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kingleorion · 2 months ago

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Sweet Bread

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the long awaited (I think) part 3Warning: prohibited for under 18s

You are ready to go to Olympus and try to end this war, so you wait.

When you get there with Dermeter, she accompanies you to Aphrodite's chambers, since Ares is in another war, Dermeter notices that you are getting more tense with each step closer to Aphrodite's chambers.As you stop in front, before opening the door for you to enter, Dermeter says - "don't worry, everything will be fine", and smiles warmly at you, filling you with determination.

As you open the doors, a strong smell of lavender invades you, along with a strong smell of something burning. Even with this unusual mixture, you enter the room.

You turn around just to take one last look at the Goddess who helped and welcomed you so much. You are greeted by a smile of encouragement.

When you turn around, you find yourself in a huge room, looking like a Palace. When you turn your face to the right, you see a giant bed. Further ahead, there is a door with steam coming out. It is possible that it is the bathroom. As you walk there, you smell a strong smell of burning. When you enter, you see a huge room.

You notice that it is a huge room with a huge bathtub on the floor and with low pink lighting. In the middle was your Goddess Aphrodite in all her naked glory, with her eyes closed. Her beautiful, long pink hair and clouds of baby pink steam around her only increasing her sensual aura.

'By the Gods, she is more beautiful than we can imagine' you blush when you see your Goddess naked and wet, you try to turn around but stop when you hear her voice-"Look who we have here, but an offering, very brave by the looks of it, or very stupid to enter without permission" her voice full of venom and angerYou tremble with fear, when you notice the tone of aggression in the voice of the Goddess you adored so much, when you try to take a step back, Aphrodite opens her eyes and by the Gods they are as blue as the sea, and so cold that they freeze you in place.

When she adapts to the light of the room she observes you and gasps when she realizes who the invader in front of her was, she couldn't believe it, it was a nymph, but there was something strange.

Aphrodite opened her eyes and couldn't believe her own eyes. It was you, her pearl, her lover, the one who made her go crazy. You were different, but you were the same little girl she admired. She cleaned her temple in that filthy and detestable city.

The city she only visited because she heard from Dionysus that it had great wines and a small bakery that made delicious sweet bread. That was the only reason Aphrodite visited the city.

Until she saw you, a small, fragile bakery worker who would break with just one touch. But you had such a beautiful determination to behold. Even though you were paid little, even when they cursed you, pushed you and treated you badly, you never gave up and kept your head up. If it had been anyone else, they would have stepped on her because of her petulance. Until she saw your sweet smile, that's when Aphrodite lost her way.

Who would have thought that the Goddess of Love would fall so fast and hard?

Seeing that it was really you, Aphrodite stood up in one impulse and went to you, so fast that in the blink of an eye you were in her arms, so small and warm, finally your pearl was in her arms.You didn't even see her coming, you just saw her get up and she was in your arms, well... better yet buried in your breasts, Aphrodite in all her glory was taller than you, and without any reaction as to whether to hug you or reject you because your Goddess was completely naked and wet.

Before you could do anything, Aphrodite detached herself from you and placed her hands on your face and on a shelf, she kissed you, a hot and hurried kiss as if she was afraid that you would disappear out of nowhere like before, your shock passed and you returned the kiss, placing your arms around Aphrodite's neck.

When they separate, they are both breathless, when you look at Aphrodite you notice that her previously icy eyes are now warmer and her pupils are heart-shaped, you are impressed by this change and you don't notice that Aphrodite picks you up.

In shock, you hold on tighter to your Goddess's neck, "Don't worry, my love, I won't let you fall." She says this, going to the bathtub and kissing you on the forehead, "I finally have you, my rose. You have no idea how much I've waited for this."

She gets close to the edge and, upon entering, notices that the water is normal and pleasant. As she submerges herself, Aphrodite sits down and places you on her lap.Noticing your soaking wet clothes, she tries to take them off for you, but in the sudden movement, you hold your clothes in embarrassment.

-"What's wrong, my Rose? Don't you want to enjoy the bath with me?" Aphrodite speaks close to your ear in an almost purring tone, which makes you blush like never before, but this only makes the Goddess want to see everything even more.- "Come on, my love, I'll take good care of you.

This time I won't let you get away," she says, kissing your shoulder. "Ares and I are going to make you so happy, my dove." She says, touching you and placing light kisses on your neck. Her delicate hands run all over your body. Each touch is so warm and good. Even though you're still wearing the dress Dermeter gave you, you can still feel Aphrodite's touch going down more and more until it reaches your wet and needy mound.

It's inconvenient. You open your legs wider to give your Goddess more access. You're so lost. You shouldn't act like this, so depraved, but her touch is so good.

'I'm going to explode', that's the phrase that's in your head right now, the stimulus was so great, you don't know how much you'll be able to take until you explode, Aphrodite couldn't stop, and the obscene noises that your pussy made you continue and faster and stronger, a little more and you wouldn't know how much of you would be left, until everything exploded with a scream, you came, fast and strong.

Aphrodite was surprised by the way your pussy squeezed your fingers as if to suck them, 'by the stars, this girl will be my downfall' Aphrodite thought as she held you trembling and finished cumming, her smile widened when she noticed you, you were still holding on to her and trembling for her, 'so beautiful~'.

She removes her fingers from your pussy and puts them in her mouth and moans when she feels your sweet taste, you watch all this panting and trembling just wondering if it would be rude of you to ask for more.

#random #my history #inspiration #afrodite x reader x ares #aphrodite goddess #aphrodite x ares #aphrodite x reader #ares god of war #ares x reader

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kingleorion · 3 months ago

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Thinking About Writing More

#my history #inspiration #afrodite x reader x ares #aphrodite goddess #aphrodite x ares #aphrodite x reader #ares god of war #ares x reader

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kingleorion · 3 months ago

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Sweet Bread

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Parte 2

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The brightness bothers your eyes, even when closed you could feel the strong and hot sun on your face, when you opened your eyes you realized you were not at home, but in a clearing, you got up in a hurry only to feel dizzy, 'what was happening? 'When you stopped to analyze where you were you realized that the clearing was wide and the trees were not so close to each other that they let the sun pass through.

Where were you? Where are your clothes!?! Why were you in the middle of the forest? Was this the forest of the Goddess Dermeter? There was nothing different, you always explored the forest, you knew every corner, every stream and lake, this was not the forest you knew, it was not the forest near your hometown, no, it was different, warm and welcoming but also dangerous, you did not know where you were or how you got there, you only remember running and suddenly you are here.

Suddenly you hear a familiar sound, water!'There is a stream of water nearby, but will I go without clothes? If there's someone there?

' - "By the stars, what will I do?" You gather the little shame you have left and a piece of a large leaf that you found near where you were, and start following the sound of running water. After walking a little, you find the stream of water you heard, it was a beautiful stream. As you get closer, you realize that something is different, you have changed.

Your appearance seems the same, but with small changes. You seem healthier. Your hair has grown considerably.

Before, it was down to your shoulders, now it's almost reaching your butt. Your ears were pointy.

Your feet and hands were changing from their skin color to a shade of purple. Your canines were getting a little longer.

You felt so strange, but willing and light. It was strange, it seemed like it and at the same time it wasn't. Was that really you? What happened? Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear voices and turn around to see 6 nymphs watching you.

You've read about them and heard their stories, whether good or dark. The one in front, who seems to be the leader, approaches you, only to scare you and make you fall into the stream right behind you.

When you fall, you don't have time to assimilate what happened because a pull from the nymph pulls you into the water.

Nymph 1 - "Are you okay?

"Nymph 2 - "By Zeus, she's soaked"

Nymph 3 - "Poor thing, are you new?"

You stand there, shocked and in disbelief that you're understanding them. It's not new that you heard that nymphs had their own language and that only magical beings could understand it.Noticing your silence and your look of astonishment, they already deduce that you really are new and that you've probably just woken up from your reincarnation.

They take you out of the water and offer you a cloth to dry yourself and start explaining everything. Well, apparently you died in a terrible way, paid the boatman from the underworld and can be reincarnated. Now you're a nymph from the Northern Forest of Dermeter, near Olympus.

It's been 6 months since your death and the Gods you prayed to so much destroyed your hometown after your death.

You- "👁👄👁"

Suddenly everything goes dark again, when you wake up the nymphs are still there, your head is in one of their laps, and the others are worried and have brought you fruit and water.After eating and stabilizing yourself emotionally, you start to assimilate everything, you really have a second chance to start over, without annoying neighbors, without street thugs trying to rob you and without strangers following you, but one doubt is still in your mind.

-"why... why..."All the nymphs pay more attention to what you are about to ask.This really embarrasses you because there are 6 beautiful nymphs watching you,-"why... did the Gods destroy the city?"-"because of you, Dermerte, Aphrodite and Ares destroyed your city because they let you die.

" A nymph spoke-"But why? Why destroy an entire city for a nobody!?" You exclaim, noticing your lack of knowledge about the Gods' passion and affection for you, they understand your question-"You really never noticed?" A nymph speaks, -"You never noticed something different when you went to clean the temples?"

You stop and remember certain events, at the very least strange, when you were going to clean the temple of Ares and Aphrodite, the place was warmer, despite the cold outside, they were simple changes that if you weren't paying attention you wouldn't notice, the place wasn't so dirty despite people coming and going every day asking for and praying for them, sometimes there were sweets and trinkets there that only the person cleaning knew where to find them and you also had the feeling of being watched and welcomed.

-"no... that's just a strange coincidence, it's not possible that they of all... all the temples in Greece would be in a small and remote city where even Zeus forgot about their existence, ha ha" ..... you give a small, humorless laugh to break the ice .....-"no..... they were really there". A nymph says-"how are you so sure about that?" You question- "Oh, they told whoever would listen about their little pearl" a nymph says mockingly- "If you joke, half of Greece and even Rome knows who the pearl of the Gods of War and Love is, you almost made a war happen on Olympus, girl" the nymph laughsAnd stops when she notices your scared face- "But it didn't happen!" Another nymph exclaims- "Nothing happened, everything will be resolved peacefully" the nymph to your left says- "Look, I know it's sudden but we need to go" the nymph to your left says- "We need to take you to Dermerte"....Without waiting for your answer or reaction they pick you up and take you deeper into the clearing.

- "Wait....wait, where are you taking me?!?!"-"We have to take you to Dermeter, she is the one who guides the new nymphs. Usually when a nymph is born or wakes up she already knows what it is and what to do, but you are a different case." the nymph on your right says, still pulling you by the arm.

The rest of the journey was calm and quiet. As you approached a large temple with trees and beautiful plants around it, it was majestic, the Main Temple of Dermeter, the Goddess of the Forests and the Forests. As you entered, a huge figure approached.

-"My Goddess, we have a special nymph for you," the leading nymph says as she bows, accompanied by the others who also bow to their Patron.

You try to imitate them.

As you turn around, Dermeter notices you and with a strong yet gentle voice, orders you to raise your head. When you obey, she recognizes you, the little human who died in your forest. You, on the other hand, are amazed to see her image for the first time.

She is like the stories and portraits, tall, with the appearance of an older lady and very elegant. Suddenly, she approaches and extends her hand to your face and raises it even higher. Her touch is warm and welcoming.

-"It's really you, isn't it?" Dermeter says.

When you try to answer, she laughs, a small laugh, with a warm smile she says -"It's really you, haha, you got through."You look at her without understanding what she meant, but when you try to speak again, she moves away and orders the servants to prepare you, to see them.

-"Finally you showed up, finally they stopped the tantrums, I couldn't stand your complaints anymore, finally Olympus had a little peace and silence again.

"Dermeter speaks with a happiness never seen before, apparently the Gods of love and war were all this time lamenting the death of their "lover" (who didn't even become official to begin with) that they couldn't even take.You are shocked and paralyzed when you receive this mountain of information.

One day, you were just a bakery worker and a temple cleaner. The next (6 months ago), you are a nymph, the cause of a war in your homeland and the supposed lover of two Gods that you worship.It is a lot of information. When you stop your monologue of happiness because you will finally have peace, Dermeter notices your state of shock and goes to welcome you.

-"Don't worry, my dear, you will be fine and don't blame yourself for the destruction of your hometown.

They were already on bad terms with the Gods. It was only a matter of time before one of the Gods became enraged with that place. Your death was just the breaking point. None of it was your fault." Dermeter calms you down.-"But if..." Dermeter stops you, placing a finger on your lips.

-"No dear, don't blame yourself, it wasn't your clothes or the time, it was all the fault of those despicable beings, it's not your fault."Noticing your sad look, Dermeter hugs you to calm your guilty heart, this catches you off guard because you would never have imagined being in front of the Harvest Goddess, much less receiving such a warm hug from her, unable to resist, you return the hug and finally relax, without even realizing that you were trying.

As the days went by, you were fed and informed about what had happened during the months you were away.

Aphrodite became unusually angry and poisoned the air with her anger, causing people to no longer have love but only hatred. Ares was always angry and at war.

His thirst for war increased and his enmity with Athena increased.

Olympus was tense.The other Gods had tried everything. They had looked for you, tried to make them forget you by offering them another woman. Even Zeus got involved and ordered them to forget you.

And so on, but this only made the tension that already existed worse. Truths were told and fights were fought. In the end, it was better to let them spread their anger on humans than on the Gods themselves.

You are horrified by all this, because it is your fault that Olympus is in this state, once again Dermeter and the nymphs reassure you that it was not your fault that you died or that you made the Gods fall in love with you, this behavior was unusual, but now you are back and things will return to normal...We hope so...

#random #my history #inspiration #afrodite x reader x ares #aphrodite goddess #aphrodite x ares #aphrodite x reader #ares god of war #ares x reader

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kingleorion · 3 months ago

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Sweet Bread

english version of google

Part 1

You were just a servant, you had no family, you had no lover, you were just someone who existed to work and serve, who had a small bakery and an empty and monotonous life. Until one day you were chosen to Clean and serve the temple of your gods, Aphrodite the Goddess of Love and Ares the God of War.

Gods so opposite and that complemented each other in an inexplicable way because in the same way that Aphrodite was the Goddess of love but also of revenge and Ares the God of War was a defender of Women, her days were never sad since she started cleaning her temples , she tidied and perfumed, and sometimes she found herself talking to herself as if the Gods were listening to her, a foolish thought, so you thought.

Little did you know that they have been watching you since the moment they heard from a certain God of wines, that in that small city had one of the best breads and wines in Rome, as soon as you stepped into the temple of Aphrodite, she has been watching you, the way you cleaning the floor, how you bend over to clean below your altar and she could see your cleavage, ~it looked like you were offering yourself to her~, how you talked about your day, how you complained about your annoying neighbor or how you talked about your nosy neighbor who wanted to know if you were single so she could introduce you to her nephew, she listened to everything and watched you.

But don't be fooled into thinking that just because Ares had the reputation of being a tough and bloodthirsty God that he didn't care about his little pearl (I see you), who rambled on about her dreams and desires, like you, despite the difficulties, always woke up early to prepare your delicious sweet breads to sell and to offer as an offering, like you, despite everything, always tried hard to leave everything clean and fragrant, for him, your Patron, your God, your Protector, the one who listened to your prayers, YOURS.

It was another monotonous day, you did the usual, woke up early and went to open your bakery and started working, and then at the last ray of sunlight you went to the temple of Ares to make your offering, but today apparently was not your day.

You had felt that something was strange today, since you opened your store, you felt that you were being watched and a sense of danger was in the air, but since your day was a little hectic, you decided to ignore it. However, when you were going to the temple of Ares, which was usually a long but peaceful walk, you found yourself being chased by 3 unknown men who shouted obscenities that they would do to you and that it was better to stop running.

Because you ran to the forest of Dermeter, a territory that you knew not everyone could enter because the forest could deceive you very easily because it was thick and dark even during the day and now that the moon was prevailing in the sky, chaos and fear spread throughout your body.

You couldn't stop, even though your feet and legs screamed, even though your breathing was barely maintained for a long time, you had to keep going.

You knew the forest, unlike others you only went there to get medicinal herbs and never hurt the animals or took more than you needed, only the essentials apparently the Goddess Dermeter liked that and gave you permission to enter her forest, since whenever you entered you were never attacked, by any animal or protective nymph, well I hope this blessing helps you escape from these men....

Well, apparently not.

You felt the ground disappear from under your feet and darkness descended.You fell into a ravine trying to escape.

You were still alive when you heard men from up above the ravine wondering if you were still alive, if they could catch you. They didn't care if you were injured or if you had been pierced by a root. They just wanted to know if you were conscious so they could do whatever they wanted with you so they could see the fear in your eyes as they touched and destroyed what was left of your small body.

But luckily or unluckily, you were too far away and when they managed to get a better look, you were in such a pitiful state that it wasn't worth trying to catch you anymore. Your chest had been pierced by a branch and your body was twisted and broken in different areas. A pitiful image, a pitiful death, alone and without anyone who missed you.

Alone... destitute...Someone who will not be missed...

As soon as you thought your death was received with horror by Dermeter and Aphrodite and with anger by Ares, the nymphs of the forest went to inform what had happened to their Goddess Dermeter, the news shook the three Gods in an inexplicable way.

Dermeter in her anger and sadness cast a plague on the city, saving only her forest, all the crops died, there were no plants or animals that could last in the city, Aphrodite and Ares in their anger cast war and horror throughout the city, distrust and prejudice prevailed and many died, and those who were left were too weak to leave the city.

Your poor body was collected by the nymphs and they gave you a burial, I mean coins so that you could pay the ferryman Charon, to cross the rivers of Hades and be reincarnated.Ares and Aphrodite were shaken by your death, how could someone so small and fragile have such a painful death, and for what? You didn't harm anyone, you were just going to the temple of the one who swore to protect you, your God, your Patron, your Protector, Ares was so shaken, his anger made the earth tremble, his lover was not so far from causing another disaster to happen, how could she not protect you, how could the Goddess of love not realize the intentions of those men, how could she be so careless with her pearl, the one who on a hot night with her amnesia proclaimed that she would have her for herself, that she would make her hers, who with Ares proclaimed that they would take her that day, how could she not notice your unusual delay, how could they say they love her if when she needed them most, they didn't show up.

But they changed that, they didn't let it happen again, not after they tortured and massacred the men who led you to such a sad end, not after they destroyed the city in your name, it doesn't matter if there were innocents, they all let her die, every day destroying her spirit, always demotivating her, but now they took care of you my dear, you can be sure they will.

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kingleorion · 3 months ago

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Doce Pão

versão em português

Parte 1

Você era apenas uma servente , não tinha família, não tinha amante , era apenas alguém que existia para trabalhar e servir , que tinha uma pequena padaria e um vida vazia e monótona . Até que um dia você foi escolhida para Limpar e servir o templo de seus deuses , Afrodite a Deusa do Amor e Ares o Deus da Guerra .

Deuses tão opostos e que se complementavam de uma forma inexplicável pois do mesmo jeito que Afrodite era a Deusa do amor mas tambem da vingança e Ares o Deus da Guerra era um defensor das Mulheres , seus dias nunca foram tristes des que começou a limpar seus templos , arrumava e perfumava, e as vezes se pegava falando sozinha como se os Deuses a estivessem a escutando, um pensamento tolo , assim você pensava .

Mal sabias que eles o tem observando des do momento que ouviram de um certo Deus dos vinhos , que naquela pequena cidade tinha um dos melhores pães e vinhos Roma , assim que você pisou no templo de Afrodite , ela tem lhe observando , o jeito que você limpava o chão, como você se inclina para limpar abaixo de seu altar e ela conseguia ver seu decote, ~parecia que estava se oferecendo para ela~ , como você conversava sobre seu dia , como reclamava de seu vizinho irritante ou como falava de sua vizinha intrometida que queria sabe se você estava solteira pra lhe apresentar para seu sobrinho , ela escutava tudo e lhe observava .

Mas Não se engane em achar que só por que Ares tinha a fama de ser um Deus Durão e Sanguinário que ele não se importava com sua pequena pérola ( vugo você) , que divagava sobre seus sonhos e vontades , como você apesar das dificuldades sempre acordava cedo para preparar seus deliciosos pães doces para vender e para oferecer como oferenda ,como você apesar de tudo sempre se esforçava para deixar tudo limpo e perfumado, para ele , seu Patrono , seu Deus , seu Protetor aquele que ouvia suas orações, SEU .

Era mas um dia monótono, você fez o de sempre, acordou cedo e foi abrir sua padaria e começou a trabalhar, e depois ao último raio de sol foi para o templo de Ares para fazer seu oferenda mas hoje pelo visto não era o seu dia .

Você tinha sentido que hoje tinha algo estranho, des que abriu sua loja , sentiu que estava sendo observada e uma sensação de perigo estava no ar , mas como seu dia foi um pouco agitado, resolveu ignorar porém quando estava indo para o templo de Áres que geralmente era uma caminhada longa porém tranquila se viu sendo perseguida por 3 homens desconhecidos que gritavam obscenidades que fariam com você e que era melhor para de correr ,Pois correr para a floresta de Dermeter um território que você sabia que nem todos podiam entrar pois a floresta podia o enganar com muita facilidade pois era expensas e escura mesmo de dia e agora que a lua está prevalecendo no céu , o caos e medo se espalhar por todo sei corpo , você não podia para , mesmo que seus pés e pernas gritavam , mesmo que sua respiração quase não se mantia por muito tempo , você tinha que continuar.

Você conhecia a floresta , diferente de outros você só ia para pegar ervas medicinais e nunca machucou os animais ou tirou mais que precisava, só o essencial aparentemente a Deusa Dermeter gostou disso e te deu permissão para adentrar em sua floresta , já que sempre que entrava nunca foi atacada , por nenhum animal ou ninfa protetora, bem espero que essa benção te ajude a escapar desses homens.... Bem pelo visto não, você sentiu o chão desaparecer de seus pés e escuridão Você caiu em um desfiladeiro tentando escapar , você ainda estava viva quando ouviu lá de cima do desfiladeiro os homens se perguntando se você ainda estava viva , se conseguiriam te pegar , eles não se importava se voce estava ferida ou que foi perfurada por uma raiz , eles só queria saber se estava consciente para fazer oq quiserem com você para que vejam o medo em seus olhos enquanto tocam e destroem oq sobrou de seu pequeno corpo .

Mas para sua sorte ou azar, você estava muito longe e quando eles conseguiram ver melhor , você estava em um estado tão lamentável que não valia a pena tentar te pegar mais , seu tórax foi perfurado por uma galho e seu corpo estava torcido e quebrado em diferentes áreas, uma imagem lamentável, uma morte lamentável, sozinha e sem alguém que sentia sua falta.

Sozinha ... indigente ... Alguém que não fará nenhuma falta ...

Assim que você pensava sua morte foi recebida com horror por Dermeter e Afrodite e por raiva por Ares , as ninfas da floresta foram informar oq aconteceu para sua Deusa Dermerte , a notícia abalou os três Deuses de uma forma inexplicável.

Dermerte em sua ira e tristeza lançou um praga na cidade salvando apenas sua floresta , todas as plantações morreram , não tinha planta ou animais que dura-se na cidade , Afrodite e Ares em sua Ira lançaram Guerra e Horror em toda cidade , a desconfiança e preconceito prevaleceu e muito morram , e os que sobraram ficaram muito debilidados para sair da cidade .

Seu pobre corpo foi recolhido pelas ninfas e te deram um enterro digo é moedas para que você pudesse pagar o barqueiro Caronte, para atravessar os rios de Hades e pode reencarnar .Ares e Afrodite ficaram abalados com sua morre , como alguém tão pequeno e frágil pode ter uma morte tão dolorosa , e para que ? Você não fez mal a ninguém só estava indo para o templo daquele que jurou te proteger , seu Deus , seu Patrono , seu Protetor , Ares ficou tão abalado , sua raiva fazia a terra tremer , sua amante não estava tão longe de fazer outro desastre acontecer , como ela não pode te proteger , como a Deusa do amor não percebeu as intenções daqueles homens , como pode ser tão desleixada com sua pérola, aquela que em noite quentes com seu amnete proclamou que a teria para si , que faria sua , que com Ares proclamaram que a tomariam naquele dia , como pode não perceber seu atraso incomum, como podem dizer que a amam se quando ela mais precisou , eles não aparecem. Mas eles mudaram isso, não deixaram isso acontecer de novo , nao após terem torturado e massacrado os homens que te levaram a ter esse tao triste fim ,não depois de terem destruído a cidade em seu nome , não importa se tinha inocentes , todos deixaram ela morrer , todo dia destruindo seu espírito, sempre a desmotivado, mas agora eles cuidaram de você querida , pode ter certeza que vão.

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