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mandiemegatron · 2 months ago

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𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚

𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙩. 2

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 ; 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙇𝙖𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠, 𝙆𝙞𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚.

ᴸᵒˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉ ᵂᵃʳ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ♡

A/N: ... yeah. This one hurt. It's rare that my own works make me sob the way this one did, I had to stop at one point and message my beta because it was 😭😭 good god. Just so yall are prepared.

Water anon, this ones for you. You asked for nothing but utter heartbreak and I hope I've delivered.

Thank you all for your patience with this, I'm truly so sorry this took so long but once you read it, you'll understand why. My heart is heavy and now I need to go smoke a fat blunt!

I love yall so much, a huge huge thank you to my beta Moss for their continued support and help.

“... Eustass…”

Kid shuffles in his sleep as a breathy voice rings out his name. He groans softly to himself before turning in his bed, his arm flopping over his face to shield his closed eyes from the beginning rays of sunshine.

“... Eustass…”

Eustass Kid rises from his deep slumber with a start, his eyes shooting open as a voice that once echoed over the entirety of the Victoria Punk sighs in his ears.

He sits up with a grunt, eyes almost frantically glancing over his empty room, only to take in exactly what he already knew - you were not there.

He glances down to his fleshy fist, frowning deeply as he takes in your now torn and tattered shirt - one he had hand picked out for you a few weeks after you'd joined - and he tosses it aside his pillow before holding his exhausted face in that same hand.

There's a rough knock on his door and he grunted again, though this time louder so the knocker knew he was awake.

Heat peeks through the door as he opens it, head tilted mutely as he takes in his Captain.

“... rough night, man?”

Kid huffs and glares at Heat before throwing his legs over the bed and stretching, his stump shaking slightly at the ferocity of the stretch.

“Could have been better.” Kid murmurs honestly, his voice still rough and low from sleep. He slowly rises from his bed and slips into his patterned pants and throws his billowy shirt over his limb, grimacing to himself as the fabric scrapes against his stump.

If Heat notices, he smartly says nothing to it, only giving a slight nod as Kid finally makes his way out of his room.

They're only a few steps out from Kids room when Heat suddenly speaks up, his tone even though clearly careful in his approach.

“We've… had reports about you know who that-”

Kid stops in his tracks, knowing exactly what Heat was about to say and shuts him up with a ferocious glare, lips pressed into a thin line to show his displeasure. Heat simply sighs and walks past him, shaking his head slightly as he mumbles to himself.

Kid huffs again and immediately turns around, deciding to go right to his workshop instead.

He didn't have an appetite anymore anyways.

As Kid enters his workshop, he immediately begins brainstorming ideas, wanting to bury himself in random work just to occupy the rampant thoughts that plagued his mind. He activates his devil fruit and scrap metal whips past him as he sits down, pulling a few boxes out from under his main wooden table and nearly tossing them up top.

Eustass grumbles and mutters to himself, ignoring the aching in his chest as he stumbles upon a few welded pieces of scrap you had been fiddling with, tossing them into a “destroy” box off to the side without a second thought.

Every few days he comes across something else you'd left behind - one day was a small notebook and pen, filled with scribbles of the crew (but mostly him), a handful of necklaces and bracelets over the next few, and now lately, it had been this.

Six months had already passed and to Eustass, it had been an eternity. Nights flew by where he didn't sleep, taken over by a bitter motivation to finish whatever project he threw himself into, desperate to not fall asleep to see you sleeping beside him in his dreams.

An angry and hurt sigh left Kid as he tossed the first box behind him, ignoring the loud clashing of the metal inside hitting the floor like sharp thunder. More of your little inventions fell out, clearly the cause of his distress.

“Fuckin’ ridiculous,” he furiously mutters to himself as he sifts through the second box. “You're lettin’ some fuckin’ broad take over your damn thoughts like some-”

“Kid, you alright?”

Kids head whips to the door, glaring darkly at Killer who had popped his head in, a deep set frown hiding behind the mask as he takes in the wrecked room. Killer lets out a low whistle before looking back at Kid with a slightly tilted head.

“... you got a pretty big mess there, man.”

Kid is eerily silent as he turns back to going through the box, deciding not to give Killer a response.

Killer blinks a few times behind the mask before sighing heavily and pushing his way into the workshop. He slides into the chair you used to take up and bluntly bites out,

“Kid, enough is enough.”

Eustass still stays silent.

Killer continues, “You have got to snap out of it. You made a mistake, you paid for it, and now you have to live with the consequences. This childish attitude isn't very Captain like.”

Kid freezes, a silent fury burning up in his stomach, threatening to spill out of his throat.

Killer sits back, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he continues his verbal assault.

“Kid, we looked for her everywhere. Either something happened to her, which is out of our control, or she made her choice not to come out, and if that was the case, then it is what it is. But taking your bullshit out on the crew is un-fucking-acceptable, and it's not going to continue to happen.”

Killer doesn't even have a chance to prepare himself as Kid throws himself at the blonde, shouting threats as he aims a wicked fist at the mask. Killers hand grips Kid's fist right before it smashes the mask, the blonde huffing as he struggles against Kid.

“K-kid! Stop man, what the fuck!”

The two struggle, fists flying and finally Kid's fleshy knuckles meet the mask, cracking it right down the eye. Kid suddenly freezes, blood dripping down his clenched fist and staining the wooden workshop floor beside Killer's head. The two breathe heavily, the adrenaline finally running low as Kid furiously croaks out,

“It's fuckin’ bullshit.”

Killer's heart breaks for Kid as he watches the depression eventually seeps through the anger, finally snuffing out the spark of fury in the Captain.

“I gave her everything’, man,” Kid spills out, sitting back on his calves as he stares past Killers face into the bloodied floor, eyes empty and haunted. “I gave her every fuckin’ piece of me and then tossed her away.”

Killer sits up with a grunt, his hand slightly shaky as he gingerly touches the crack on his mask. While the two fought sometimes, it was rare if not never that Kid had ever snapped at his mask like this. Deciding to put his own ache aside, Killer speaks up,

“This is called ‘your actions have fucking consequences’, Kid. Put yourself in her shoes - how would you have felt if you'd come across her fucking some random dude?”

Kid's nostrils flare with a huff, clearly unimpressed.

Killer gestures broadly at his action with a comment of, “Exactly. You expected her to come home with open arms, ready to sleep in the same bed you just fucked some random woman in?”

Eustass flinches as Killer says “home”, having already forgotten the way that word used to fall from your lips, how you'd loved the ship more than most of the crew. Kid squeezes his eyes shut, trying to focus on the pain in his fist as he finally hisses out,

“I get it.”

Killer pulls himself off the floor before he barks back, “Do you? Because it's been months, and you're still sitting here, acting like she didn't have a right to put her foot down. She loved you, man.”

Kid remains kneeled on the floor, his eyes holding an echo of colour as he slowly looks up to his first mate and best friend.

“... I really fucked up, Kil.”

Killer purses his lips together under the mask, giving a soft sigh through his nose before he replies gently, “Yeah Kid, you did.”

Killer holds out a hand for Kid to take, which he does after staring at it blankly for a few moments. When he finally stands, Kid barely gets out,

“... sorry.”

Killer gives Kid a small nod, accepting the apology at face value with a heavy clap on Kid's shoulder. “We're good.”

The two share a moment of silence, their eyes communicating better than any words could say. Killer gives Kid a slight shake before he finally asks,

“You gonna come eat with your crew or you want me to bring you something here?”

Kid shakes his head and honestly replies,

“I gotta get outta here. I'm sitting with my crew, like I should have been doing.”

Pride washes over Killer at seeing his Captain and best friend slowly come back to his senses. “Atta boy, let's go eat some grub, while there's still food left.”

Killer motions for Kid to follow, but the Captain remains in his spot. Killer tilts his head slightly and before he can ask, Kid promises thickly,

“I'm gonna find her, Kil. I'm gonna find her and bring her home, and I'm gonna make it up to her. You'll see.”

Stuck between wanting to support him and wanting to smack the stupid out of him, Killer decides to remain silent, giving Kid only a slight nod before walking out of the workshop.

“Lift it just a bit higher, Y/N!”

You huff to yourself and nearly raise yourself up on your toes to hold the metal plate just a smidgen higher. There's a whoop of delight before the metal is finally welded to the wall. You take a few, slow breaths as your arms begin to ache, sweat dotting your forehead as you call out,

“Eh uh, Shachi, you almost done? This is getting really heavy…”

There's a loud whir from above your head and Shachi calls back, “You're good! Move back!”

You let your arms fall down with a groan and you step back, now able to crane your head up enough to see just how the repairs were going. Ikkaku and Shachi clearly knew what they were doing, the redhead following her orders with absolute ease.

“You alright, Y/N-ya?”

A warm hand meets your shoulder and you turn, grinning up at your now Captain as you reply,

“Hey boss! Yeah, I'm good, just wasn't expecting to be doing this much heavy lifting today.”

Trafalgar Law looks down at you with a slight smirk, head tilted slightly as he asks,

“Is this your way of telling me you didn't expect the random sea-king attack?”

You can't help but snicker at his words, playfully jabbing at his side before joking back, “Ha! My gift of foresight doesn't work underwater, apparently. Forgive me, Captain.”

Law gives a soft tsk as your jab, swatting your hand away gently before he half-jokes, “Unfortunately, there will be no forgiveness today. To the infirmary, YN-ya, there's more mess for you to clean.”

You sigh and roll your eyes playfully before flashing him another grin and waving off your fellow boiler suited friends.

It was a very thin line, the one that you and Law seemed to dance on in the last few weeks. For so long, you'd felt like an unwilling guest on the ship, even with how kind and welcoming the Heart Pirates had been; now you'd felt like perhaps becoming a Heart Pirate yourself was genuinely a blessing.

There was what felt like an unspoken rule between you two. Step close, but never so close enough for it to mean something. Say something sweet, but nothing so sweet as to make you ache. Touch gently, but not so often that it might look too gentle.

As precarious and almost confused as you felt about the situation, you did your best to remain as neutral though genuine as possible while dealing with Law, trying to keep your heart locked up lest another Captain decide to crush it in his hand. That was not an ache you wanted to deal with ever again.

You sighed in slight frustration at seeing the main medicine cabinet open and nearly empty, bottles of pills and vials of whatever Law kept in the cabinet strewn over the entire medical bay, along with papers and file folders from the multi drawer desk beside it. You immediately began to pick things up, having to take a few seconds as you tried to remember where everything went, knowing Law would come in at some point and fix any mistakes.

You were about half-way through when the med bay door opened then shut, the soft click of familiar boots echoing slightly until they stopped just behind you. You gave an exaggerated sigh and glanced up over your shoulder, ignoring the slight burn in your cheeks at how close Law actually was.

He was staring at the open cabinet, his eyes moving over each bottle and vial before you jokingly asked, “See any issues, Captain?”

Law blinks before looking down at you, mirth in his gaze as he jokingly snarks back, “Actually, yes.” He leans over your shoulder, his chest pressed against your shoulder blade as he reaches into the cabinet and moves four bottles around. “The dosage was in the wrong order. Always low to high, you know that.”

You turned back to the bottles and hummed to yourself in agreement, mentally noting to always read the fine print in the future. “You're right, good catch.”

He raises an eyebrow with a hum of his own before moving back and resting against the desk beside the cabinet, his arms crossing over his chest as he comments,

“You seem to be fitting in quite well, it seems.”

You placed a few more bottles inside silently, giving a slight shrug before throwing him a small smile. “I like to think so.”

Law nods minutely, tilting his head a little as he asks, “Did Eustass-ya's crew treat you similarly?” He waits a beat before adding almost gently, “If you're comfortable with sharing, of course.”

Your nose bitterly twitched into a scrunch for not half a second before you genuinely replied in a flat tone, “Yes. They treated me just fine.”

You already know what Law's about to ask so you cut him off with an exhausted, “You ask me about Kid every other fuckin’ week, I don't know why you're so nosey about him.”

Law smirked slightly, giving a laughing huff as he leaned back slightly, taking you in before he replied smoothly, “I'm not nosey, I'm just interested in information about my enemy.” He frowns at you mocking him with your hand, your fingers talking at the same speed as him and he snaps, “Don't be rude. Are you a toddler?”

You stick your tongue out at him before frowning, going back to trying to finish your duty with a little more aggression to your motions. “Don't you have anything better to do than bully me?”

Law can't help but chuckle at you, shaking his head with a playful sigh before he stands straight and walks towards the door. He calls over his shoulder, “Dinner is soon, don't be late, or I'll ground you.” He doesn't flinch when a pen whips past his head and embeds into the metal door, instead he frowns and turns back to you with a sharp, “Oi! Don't put holes in my fucking ship! Don't think I won't toss your ass overboard!”

You roll your eyes and place the last few bottles inside before finally locking up the cabinet and moving onto the papers and files splayed over the floor like a shitty confetti toss. You hear Law grumble and rip the pen out of the door before it gets tossed and rolls just off to the side from you. “Don't fuck anything up, Y/N. If you want to even think about taking a step off this ship to explore the island tomorrow, everything better be a hundred and ten percent perfect.”

Your heart sinks slightly at the bite in his tone, knowing you'd taken a step too far. “Yes, sir.” You muttered before kneeling down and beginning to shuffle through the sheets. Luckily, most file folders were nearly intact, only a few pages missing and close by that you could begin matching them properly. You couldn't stop from flinching when the door slammed shut, your head bowed low in near shame as you silently picked up more papers.

You sighed to yourself as you bit back tears, his last question playing over and over in your head as you began to think about your old crew. Cold nights like tonight, you'd be curled up in Kid's red jacket, your tired eyes lovingly watching him as he fiddles over another small trinket or invention, laughs bubbling up as Kid made butterflies flutter around you, a gentle and adoring look on his face as he looks back at you. You angrily wiped at your face as tears streamed down, trying not to let them fall and stain the white sheets around you.

“You made your choice, you made your choice, you're not allowed to cry about it, you made your choice…” your voice cracked in sorrow as you murmured to yourself, your hands pressing against your eyes to try and stop the onslaught of tears. “You did this to yourself, this is your fault, this is your fault…” Your broken heart shattered a little more as the grief took over.

Unbeknownst to you, Law stood outside the door, having cracked it open slightly after he slammed it, curious if you were going to curse him out but his mind fell silent as he listened to you fall apart and blame yourself. A curiosity filled him as you silently wept, your soft whimpers and sniffles clenching around his heart like a fiery grip.

He stalked off to his office after a few more moments, unable to listen any longer to your tears. His mind raced as he tried to think of reasons why you'd blamed yourself, wondering just how bad Eustass Kid broke you for you to get to this point.

He was determined to find out everything, the curiosity growing almost desperately. Every piece of information you could give him about Kid gave Law a step up in the race to becoming the Pirate King, and he decided then he would rip the information out of you if he had to.

A little smirk washed over Law's lips as he thought about it. He was the Surgeon Of Death, wasn't he? Adding you to the crew's roster was mostly a chance to gain any information on Kid and even though Law felt some form of affection for you, his priorities were in order and you were not one, romantically at least. Not that you had to know.

After all, if you'd lost your loyalty to Kid over a little heartbreak, what's to say you wouldn't do the same to him? Law rationalized with himself over and over, ignoring the slight gnawing in his stomach at the thought of manipulating you, instead hardening his heart over and over while trying to silence his mind.

Sometimes he hated the sheer amount of empathy he felt for you.

“Look.”

Kid glances off to the side of the ship where Killer points, his brow ridge furrowing as he takes in the bright yellow submarine that breaks through the waves. He gives a grunt, rolling his eyes before turning away from the sub to take in his crew.

“You all know what your duties are. Those staying on the ship, keep her safe. Those heading to shore, you've got til sundown to be back.”

He gives a nod toward shore just as the Polar Tang settles into a stop, dropping anchor far enough away that Kid questions if that shitty Trafalgar could see the Victoria Punk from their position.

“What do we do about-” Bubblegum is cut off by Killer, who raises a sharp hand and shakes his head. Bubblegum gives him an understanding nod before heading off the ship with Reck, Hip, and UK following behind.

There's a tense silence between Kid, Killer, and the few remaining Kid pirates on deck. Kid's amber eyes narrow as he watches the Heart pirates slowly come out of the sub, lingering on deck before a handful of them jumped ship and began walking towards the same town. Kid grunts again as he takes in the shape of the Heart’s mink, trailing behind a woman who spoke in an animated fashion, her hands moving as if she were telling a story.

It seemed… familiar.

“Is… is that…?”

Kids entire body tenses as Killer murmurs, shock slowly falling over the deck as Dive suddenly shouts, “That's-!”

Not a second later, Kid is jumping off his ship and is rushing towards the mink, ignoring the almost panicked shouts from his crew as his long legs thump against the gravel. His heart races anxiously, getting closer and closer until he's tackled off to the side, shouting angrily as he hits the ground.

“Kid, stop!”

He snarls and lashes out, only to stop as he takes in Killer's mask, mere inches from his face. “Calm down man, think about this.”

Kid goes to reply when he stops and an all too familiar voice calls out from the surrounding trees,

“K-Kid? Killer?”

Both men pull away from each other and look up, both of them surprised and in shock as you stand there, the bear mink just behind you, looking like a nervous wreck.

“Y/N…”

You turn to Bepo and give him a gentle push, telling him to keep going. “I'll catch up.” Bepo looks unconvinced, crossing his arms over his orange jumpsuit and giving you an anxious look as he somehow gets out, “C-captain wouldn't be happy if I-”

You give the mink a dark look, giving him a slight frown as you repeat yourself, “Go on ahead, I'll catch up.”

Kid and Killer stand slowly, watching between you two before Bepo finally gives in, hating to leave you but also not enjoying the look you were giving him. He glares at the two men before finally turning to walk away, though he walks back towards the sub instead, which makes you frown a little deeper.

You turn back to your ex love and Captain, an ache in your chest that felt like a fiery grip and it took you a good moment to finally speak up, your tone curt and to the point.

“... I'm glad you guys are okay.”

Kid bristles, a snarl on his lips though the pain in his eyes spoke louder.

“Bullshit.”

You flinch at the harshness of Kids words, your eyes downcast for a moment as you bite back,

“It's not.”

Killer decides to step in, mediating the situation by genuinely commenting,

“You're lookin’ good, Y/N.”

There's a small smile on your lips at that though it disappears as quickly as it came. You give a slight shrug before replying back,

“I'm…” You struggle to find the right words. “alive, I suppose.”

You look back to Kid and the look on his face makes you want to disappear into the dirt beneath your feet.

“... you fuckin’ left.”

Your heart lurches at Kid's words, one of your hands unconsciously gripping over your heart as you snapped back sadly, “You fuckin’ cheated.”

Kid at least has the mind to look guilty, his arms crossing over his chest as he huffs out a sigh. “... I fucked up, Y/N.” He stares you down as he bites out, “‘M sorry.”

Fury rose in your chest at his apology, the pain you'd felt for the last over half a year finally rising in your throat as you unleashed all your hurt onto him. “You're sorry? You took some whore into our bed, abandoned me on a random fucking island and you're SORRY?!”

Both men take a slight step back, not expecting the absolute rage bursting from your entire form. Kid sneers slightly, trying not to lose his temper as you continue, “You left me behind! You fucking promised me you'd never leave me behind, and then you did. How am I supposed to forgive you?”

Kid huffs and snarks back, “Like this, ‘I forgive you, let's go home’, that's not so goddamn difficult, is it?” His voice goes a few octaves higher when mimicking you which only infuriates you more.

“That easy, eh?! Just so easy for you to welcome me back and what, I just forget it even happened and that you didn't absolutely destroy my heart?!” You picked up a few rocks and began throwing them at Kid, the redhead having to pull his metal hand up to protect his face from your wicked aim. “You! Left! Me! Behind!”

“Y/N, just listen to him!”

You give a scream of outrage towards Killer and whip a rock at him as well, furious at the way he slices it into dust. “You said you weren't going to make excuses for him, so why are you doing it now?!”

Killer then holds his hands up, palms towards you as he asks sharply, “Just listen! No one is making any excuses!”

You throw one more and he catches it, throwing it back so hard it whizzes past your face, slicing a small cut into your cheek. Tears blind you as you scream back, “What did I do to deserve that?!”

“Nothing, goddamnit!”

You wipe at your eyes when Kid shouts, his body shaking in barely contained anger as he continues, “I fucked up! You didn't do anything wrong, I did. I took advantage of your love and I'm fucking sorry, okay?!”

You throw another rock at him and it hits his goggles, cracking the right eye. He doesn't move, continuing to stare you down as he pours his soul out to you.

“I fucked up, I fucked up by fucking some random bitch and ignoring how that shit would've made you feel, I left you behind because you made your choice to fucking run away instead of knockin’ some fuckin’ sense into me so I thought you just… didn't love me.”

Your tears came back full force, your brows furrowing as a weak sob leaves your lips. You go to retort when he cuts you off with an almost depressed,

“But I can't fuckin’ live without you.”

You crossed your arms, trying to keep your heart from further cracking and falling apart. “Kid…” You start, only to stop as he takes a few, slow steps closer as he continues,

“I can't breathe without you, I can't fuckin’ sleep, I can't wake up another goddamn day without you because you are my everything, you are my treasure.”

You stay put as he steps closer still, only a few feet from you that you could reach out and touch him. You're half tempted to punch him but remain unmoved, simply staring up at him with sad eyes.

“Y/N… babe, please…”

Your eyes widen slightly, unable to ignore the tug your soul gave towards his. He rarely, if ever, said please, especially like the way he did just now. Tears well up in your eyes again as he whispers,

“Please come home.”

In a flash, there's a blue swirl around him and he's teleported back to where he stood before, his ass hitting the ground beside Killer as a shout of confusion leaves him.

“Y/N-ya.”

You freeze, panic settling under your skin as you slowly turn to your now Captain, a cross-armed Bepo not far behind him. You sigh a disappointed “tsk…”, giving Bepo a betrayed look before you reply to your Captain with a blank look.

“Sir.”

Kid and Killer both sneer at Law, furious with how smug the scrawny Captain looked. You flinch slightly as Law lays a heavy hand on your shoulder, staring down at you with a thinly veiled warning in his eyes as he politely demanded,

“I'd rather you go back to the ship-”

Kid immediately cuts Law off with a shout of,

“She's comin’ back home, you stupid brick for brains! You-”

Law smirks and summons a room with one hand, the other still tightly gripping your shoulder and you wince, turning in his grasp as best you can to place your hands on Law's chest, giving a slight push as you beg,

“Let them go! Stop it, stop it!”

Law looks back down to you, something unreadable in his gray eyes as you plead for his mercy. “Y/N-ya…”

“Law, please...”

Killer frowns behind his mask, wondering if he was just seeing things or if maybe there was something between you and the Heart Pirate Captain. The way Law looked at you was eerily similar to the way both him and Kid would look at you, like you were an immeasurable treasure, and it infuriated him.

“Y/N.”

You turn back to Kid, eyes watering as you nearly sobbed out, “Please, just go…”

Kid shakes his head with a deep frown on his lips, getting into a fighting position and activating his magnesis, metal hand out towards you as he barks out,

“You're coming home, babe. This little twig ain't gonna stop me from bringin’ you back where you belong.”

“Room!”

At that, Law's hand moves to wrap around your waist and the room activates, surrounding you, him and Bepo in a shroud of blue. “Law, stop! No, please!” Law only tugs you closer, ignoring your half-hearted fists thumping against his tattooed chest.

You feel a familiar tug in the middle of your chest, the feeling causing you to glance down and it's then you remember putting your old harness on this morning under your boiler suit. A wicked grin comes across your face and with every inch of strength you can muster, you shove Law away and shout out,

“Kid, now!”

In a flash, you fly backwards just as Law's hand reaches out to snatch you back, his fingertips just grazing the front of your suit. There was a hint of fear in his eyes as you flew back, though it disintegrates into fury as your back slams into Kid's chest.

A thick, flesh arm wraps around you and there's an overwhelming sense of joy that rushes through you as Kid gruffly promises you, “I got you, babe. I got you.”

Metal hand still outstretched and Killers blades spinning furiously in defense in case Law tried something, the Kid Pirates slowly moved back, making sure to be aware of their surroundings as they stepped away.

“Y/N-ya. I'm disappointed.”

You cling to Kid's arm, glaring back at Law as he speaks.

“I saved your life, and this is how you repay me?” There's a crazed look in Law's eyes as he steps forward, ignoring the warning snarl that Kid gives him as he holds you close. “I took you in, gave you a home, held your hand when you cried and this… this is how you repay all my kindness…?”

You're quick to bite back, “I didn't ASK for you to save me, or help me, or hold my hand, you did that because YOU wanted to! Don’t act like you didn't use me as a fucking pawn!”

Law's head tilts down slightly, the brim of his spotted hat covering his eyes in darkness as he gives an almost exaggerated sigh. He then summons a small room, a soft “Shambles,” leaving his lips and fear grips you as you take in the sight of a heart in one of those strange, blue-ish cubes sitting in his palm.

Tears filled your eyes as you turn in Kid's grasp, looking up at him and throwing your arms around his neck as you sob out, “I love you, I'm so sorry, I love you, I love you-”

Pure agony ripples through your entire body as Law squeezes the heart in his hand, a sadistic smirk on his lips as he calls out, “Did you really think I'd let a Kid Pirate waltz around my ship without some sort of contingency plan?” He squeezes it again and you sob out in pain, clinging to a now anxious Kid.

“Oi, oi! What the hell is that?!” Kid shouts, holding you tightly to him, his flesh hand cradling the back of your head. Killer sneers out, “Is that… her heart?!”

Law chuckles, giving the cube a small bounce in his hand before giving it another hefty squeeze. Your legs give out and Kid is stuck holding your limp body, the pain causing you to black out. Killer moves quick, blades spinning like a tornado but stops just short of slicing Law's head off as the spotted covered man holds a small blade to the heart box, the tip just sinking into the jello like blob.

One of Killer's blades rests not a millimeter from Law's neck, the masked man's eyes wide behind it. Law raises an eyebrow at him, sinking the blade into the blob just a bit more and Kid shouts, “Stop! Stop, you'll kill her, you fuckin’ psycho!”

Kid looks down at you in his arms, blood slowly seeping through your boiler suit where your heart would rest had it not been in Law's hand. Kid rests his metal hand over your chest and closes his eyes, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours as he murmurs, “I love ya, treasure.” He presses his lips to yours for what he hopes isn't the last time, laying your body down and taking a step back.

“... you'd rather kill her than let her come back with us.” Kid's words came out bland, broken but on point. Law's smirk widens, his head tilting slightly as he replies, “Obviously. She's a liability, one that I can't afford for you to gain back.”

Killer finally lowers his blade, taking a few steps back before he nearly hisses at Law, “You're a goddamn freak, you know that?”

Law simply chuckled darkly, giving a wide-eyed grin to Killer as he snaps back, “I am the Surgeon Of Death, aren't I?”

“S-stop it…”

All eyes fall back to you. You're struggling to sit up, tears blinding your vision as you breathlessly beg, “Just… stop it…”

Kid steps closer to you, only to stop as you cough up a sizable amount of blood, your suit and the ground splattered with your life essence. You try to catch your breath, looking up to Kid with a doe eyed sadness as you barely get out,

“I love you.”

Law's heart clenches in his chest, furious that you had the audacity to still spill your heart out to your ex lover, the one that took advantage of all your love. Was he not enough for you? Was his obsession with you not enough for you to want to stay with him? He gave you everything you asked for, and yet here you were, half dead, and you were still singing praises to goddamn Eustass Kid.

Fury overtook the second-guessed pain in Law's chest as Kid earnestly replies to you,

“I love ya, Y/N. I never stopped looking for you.”

Law sneered, taking a deep breath before his hand moved, the dagger sliding into the blob like a hot knife through butter. Your eyes rolled back as Kid shouted, watching as your body fell limp, your back hitting the stained gravel.

Killer gave a shout of disbelief and immediately started slicing at Law again, sword meeting scythe as they hit back and forth for a bit. Bepo went to fight as well when he suddenly felt his mini den den in his pocket rumble.

“Captain! We're ready to ship off!”

Law grins darkly and slices at Killer with a surgeons precision, right down the chest though not deep enough to kill the guy. Law had enough blood on his hands for the day.

“Room!”

Law watches as Kid sinks to his knees, pulling your slowly dying frame to his chest, his flesh hand wiping away hair from your face as he leans down to press a shaky kiss to your lips. Your own weak hand cups his scarred cheek, wiping away the unwilling tears from his eyes as you both murmur your love for each other.

“Captain?”

Law looks over to an anxious Bepo before finally, bitterly, biting out a furious,

“Shambles.”

Random newspapers fluttered over the ground where the two once stood. There was a cold, empty silence as Killer slowly stands, large hand covering the wound on his chest as he slightly limps over to his Captain.

Kid's form shakes slightly as he whispers down to you. A loving smile rests on your lips as you blink slowly up at him, your hand tracing over his face as if preserving it to memory. “I love ya so much, I'm so sorry,” Kid murmurs over and over, bitter and angry tears rushing down his cheeks.

“I love you, Red.”

Kid hisses out a sob, his teeth clenched together so tight he swore they would shatter in his mouth.

“I love you, and I forgive you.”

Kid's head falls to your bloodied chest, his breathing panicked as he holds you tighter. ‘This isn't happening, this is all a bad dream, just a bad dream,’ he thinks to himself, trying to ignore the warmth of your blood tinting his skin.

“It's okay my love,” your voice is a whisper as you grin into his hair. “You brought me back home.”

Killer weeps silently behind his mask as he kneels down, running a gloved hand over your hair soothingly. You flash him a loving smile as you murmur lastly,

“You… are my home.”

Your hand stops carding through Kid's hair and it's then that they know you're gone. “ I love you, I love you, come back, come back,” Kid begs into your boiler suit, his words muffled by the fabric. His hands cling to you, willing for your soul to return to your body as he sobs out.

Killer rests over Kid, holding his best friend like a life line as they both quietly weep over your body, hating that the world would continue to turn while you would sleep for the rest of their lives.

It's late that night, after the town had gone to sleep that the Kid Pirates gathered on the shore, a deep hole dug in the grass just off the sand. Every member stood, holding a candle and a metal flower, watching with teary eyes with some clinging to each other as your body was laid into the ground.

Kid was the last to place a flower down, brushing hair from your face one last time as he breathlessly begged, “Wake up.” He knew you would not wake, but he repeated himself regardless. “Just wake up.”

He almost jumps when a heavy hand lands on his shoulder, pulling him from his broken vision as he glances up to a silent Killer. After a moment, they both nod and stand, finally filling the grave.

Once it was covered, Killer gives Kid a slight shake, trying to keep the red head grounded as he admits softly,

“I think she'd be happy to be buried here. You picked a beautiful spot.”

Kid sniffles, a blank expression on his face as he sadly drawls out, “Nothin’ but the best for my girl.”

Killer gives him another shake before patting his shoulder and walking back towards the ship with the rest of the crew. Kid stays a little longer, his flesh hand gripping tightly around the necklace he'd made for you when he finally made you his. You may have died with it on, but he was going to live with it around his neck until the day he dies.

As Kid turns from your grave, he takes a few steps before glancing at it one last time. “... I'm gonna make you proud, babe. Just you watch, I'm gonna make you proud to be mine.” He brings the necklace to his lips for a chaste kiss before slinging it over his neck, the small rose resting over his chest and warming his skin.

He finally walks away, determination lit anew in his heart. The second he hits the deck, he promises the crew,

“Trafalgar Law will pay for this. I won't rest until his body is 12 feet under, which means we need to catch up to him.” Kid slides into his Captains chair and snarls towards the seas. “The second we find them, I'm going to crush his stupid fucking submarine like a cola can, with him and all his fucking crew inside.”

The Kid Pirates shout in agreement, raising their weapons as they scream out,

“For Y/N!”

Kid leans back and grunts tiredly, keeping his expression furious as he bites out,

“For Y/N.”

Kid can't find it in him to look back towards the shore as they pull away. His flesh hand grips around the necklace for a second and he swears he can still smell your perfume as his eyes slide shut.

Eustass Kid was not in the business of losing, but he knew truly, he'd lost not only the fight against Trafalgar, but a piece of himself as he laid you into the ground.

As Killer slides a beer into his hand, Kid chugs half of it back before slamming the bottle down onto the chairs arm. “Never again, Kil,” he starts, promising his best friend with a clink of the bottle against his. “I'm never gonna make a mistake like that again.”

Killer simply stays silent, his head turned towards the shore to watch as your grave slowly disappears from sight.

“Never again.”

#mandies mumbles ; fanfics #one piece #trafalgar law #Eustass Kid #Killer #kid pirates #part two #ok to rb #kid x reader #law x reader if u squint #losing the war part 2 #god this was so emotionally taxing 😭😭😭😭#kid baby im so sorry

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the-kr8tor · 3 months ago

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Baby's breath for Hobie with ❣️ who's taking the twins for a playdate with Charlotte and Max. Maybe plays with the children himself aswell:3

AHHHHH so adorable! Thank you for requesting! ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.1 k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Dad! Hobie, Mom! Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, Twin AU, cw food mention, FLUFF

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

“This place is terrible! I want to see the manager!” Hobie's clear acting voice makes you laugh while you take out the freshly baked cookies from the oven. His feigned anger is followed by childish giggling, four sets of happy kids playing along Hobie's antics.

The whole house smells of cookies, sweetness wafting from the kitchen to the living room where the twins' toys are scattered along the carpet to play and share with their newfound friends.

“Mummy's in the kitchen!” The unmistakable voice of Billie pipes up from the bout of laughter. “She's busy!”

You decide to leave the tray out to cool, opting to peek behind the door to watch Billie and Mona play with Charlotte and baby Max, who looks so tiny on Hobie's lap while his big brown eyes watch on as he holds onto Mona's Gromit plushie. There's a toy cashier in between Hobie and the girls, complete with plastic plates and utensils in front of Hobie. A toy kitchen stands behind the twins, towering over them in all its non-toxic colourful plastic.

Charlotte, looking absolutely adorable in her overalls and pink flower blouse (who's a year and a half younger than your girls,) whispers into Mona's ear. She doesn't quite understand the concept of whispering just yet, so you can clearly hear her question.

“What's a man-ager?”

Mona answers quickly, “someone who is the boss of a place.”

“So your mommy is the boss?” Mona nods, Billie paused her ‘argument’ with her dad to agree enthusiastically. Charlotte's eyes light up, “My mommy is the man-ager too then!”

You choke on air when you heard her adorable voice. Hand covering your laughter, Hobie catches your eyes with a look and a pout that says ‘help me out here.’ You shake your head with a grin, he mouths a ‘please’ and you instantly surrender especially when he flutters his long lashes at you. He knows the effect it has on you, and that's why you have Billie and Ramona.

Popping out of the doorway, you pretend to play the part, you look like it too with your frilly apron. “What seems to be the problem?” Sitting next to Billie, she gives you a nod while her arms are crossed over her chest, butterfly clips moving along her nodding head. Her sister follows right after with the same arms over the chest move, with a pout similar to her dad, her right sock mysteriously missing from her foot.

Charlotte looks over the two before copying their movements. You wish you had a camera with you to capture the adorable moment. Max gurgles, giggling at the toy in his tiny fists. You can see that Hobie's struggling not to laugh at the four of you. You look too serious, while the girls are narrowing their eyes at the ‘annoying customer’ in front of them.

“Your employees burnt my soup.” He gives the trio a faked hard look, making each of the girls snort. “I never thought soup could get so clumpy, love— Ms manager.” With a calculated cough, he corrects himself to continue the bit.

“That's all?” You raise a brow, and you can see the three girls in your peripheral copy your expression one by one. Hobie tamps down a laugh.

“‘That’s all?’” Hobie bounces Max in his hold, the baby blows snot bubbles in return. “My mate and I came all the way from Wales to try your world famous soup and what do we get? A clump of soup that looks like oatmeal!”

You nod like you're actually a manager hearing complaints. “Can I see the soup, girls?”

“Wha–mum!” Mona protests.

“I just want to see it, Cheese—I mean Ms Brown.” You put your hands on your hips, acting but you still want to keep your girls on their toes. You still remember the last time they made ‘soup,’ their play kitchen set smelled of your lavender lotion for weeks.

Charlotte can't help but giggle at that. “She called you ‘Ms Brown!’”

“That's our last name, Char.” Billie says, handing you the bowl of ‘soup.’ The soup is actually a bunch of ripped paper soaking in water.

“Oh! I thought it was punk.”

“Punk?” Hobie breaks character as you ‘inspect’ the bowl of so-called soup. Before he could elaborate on his question, you poke the ‘soup.’

“Yeah, I don't see the problem.”

“I told you!” Billie cackles while her sister claps slowly. You blame all the movie nights where it's Hobie's turn to pick. Charlotte giggles, taking the bowl to place it in front of Hobie.

He looks at you with a soft smile, winking briefly at you, foot nudging your own. “‘m not paying for clumpy soup.” Taking Max in his hold, he happily reaches out to you, kicking about on his tiny legs and feet. “And neither is my mate! We're takin’ our money somewhere else!”

The twins have reached their role play limit, guffawing at their dad's ‘angry’ words, Max's expression makes them break. While Charlotte is in hysterics on the floor.

You coo at Max, grabbing him and taking him into your arms. The baby smiles, making grabby hands at the silver necklace Hobie gifted to you just after the girls were born. “Well, your friend here doesn't look like he wants to leave.”

Hobie lounges on the floor, arm propping him up, cheek pressed atop his shoulder. He sighs dramatically, giving each girl a defeated look. “I never thought I'd be betrayed by an eight month old.” Billie laughs on the floor while Mona has managed to latch onto you, hiding her giggles against your bicep. “I don't blame him, he has taste.”

You playfully kick Hobie, earning a genuine smile from him. “If our soup is not up to par with your tastes, maybe our cookies will.”

Mona gasps next to you, Billie and Charlotte rise up from the floor, eyes wide and sparkling. “Cookies!” They all exclaim at the same time, tones excited and high.

“Chocolate chip?” Mona asks, shaking you slightly. Max sits on your lap unbothered, eating his own fingers.

“Of course, Mon-mon.” And with that, they're off scampering towards the kitchen.

“Your employees have no manners.” Hobie stands up before lending you a hand. He effortlessly yanks you up carefully, Max lays in your arms, looking up between your face and Hobie's.

“Maybe I should cut their pay.” You joke.

“The union won't like that, love.” Hobie presses his lips on your temple, letting his warmth linger on you.

“I guess the fine wouldn't be worth it.” You chuckle, sighing by his side. Gazing at Max, you bounce him gently, earning a three toothed smile from him. “He's so cute,” index brushing along his chubby cheek, baby Max grabs your finger, hugging it to his side. “Aww look at him.”

“You want one?” A smirk slowly curls around Hobie's lips, hand cupping your elbow as he leads you into the kitchen where the girls are patiently watching over the cooled tray.

“Careful, you said that when we babysat Mayday before we had the girls.”

“You said yes though.” With a smug laugh, he pecks your forehead one more time before helping the girls with their snacks.

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breannasfluff · 3 months ago

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Behind the school, Kitty and Johnny are snarling at each other.

“I swear, I wasn’t checking out the other ladies!”

“I saw you looking, Johnny! I have eyes of my own!”

“Babe, you’re the only one for me!”

Kitty slaps him. “Well, I don’t want you anymore!” Then she catches sight of Danny hovering above. “Come to gawk at this loser?”

He holds up his hands, ignoring the fact that they shake slightly. “No, I don’t want to get in the middle of your fight.”

Johnny revs his bike and Shadow spreads like a cape behind him. “You’re asking for a beating, punk! No one wants you here; this is between us!”

“There is no us!” Kitty looks ready to start slapping again. “Why can’t you get it through your thick, greasy head?”

Danny has far too much experience with fights to get in the middle of a lover's quarrel—again. Unfortunately, Johnny isn’t going to let him slide away.

Leaving Kitty, still yelling, he spins his bike and accelerates at Danny.

The half-ghost, still weak from little food, doesn’t move. One second Johnny is on the ground, and the next he’s slamming into Danny. Did he teleport? Or is Danny’s reaction time just that slow?

Either way, the contact throws him against the brick wall of the school before he can go intangible. Something in his back cracks with the impact, sending a bolt of pain through him. Automatically, he sends a thread of ectoplasm to stabilize whatever was injured until his healing kicks in.

Even this takes longer than it should. By the time Danny is back in the air, too many seconds have passed. Johnny has plenty of time to punch him or set Shadow on him. He does neither.

“Ghost kid?” Johnny sits on his bike, frowning at him. “You’re moving pretty slow, there.”

Danny glares, drawing ecto-energy to his fists in preparation for an attack. For a second there’s two Johnny’s before he blinks and they snap back together. Squinting slightly, Danny throws a blast.

It fizzles out halfway there and they both watch the spark disappear.

“Wow. That was pathetic.” Despite the insult, there’s something in Johnny’s eyes that puts Danny on edge. Not like he’ll attack, but like he’s seeing more than Danny wants him to. “You look like crap. Go take a nap, kid.”

“Can’t,” he grumbles, floating slowly to the ground. If Johnny isn’t attacking, he’ll save his energy from levitating. “Got school. Any chance you two can finish your argument somewhere else?”

Kitty’s face twists like she’s bitten into a lemon, but she climbs stiffly on the bike behind Johnny when he brings it down. “This dump sucks anyway. Let’s go.”

Danny lets the transformation drop as they leave but doesn’t go back into the school. Instead, he slumps against the rough brick and lets his head fall back. That’s the second ghost who’s given up without a fight and left. Is he really so pathetic-looking that he’s not worth the fight? Or are the ghosts planning something worse?

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#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp fandom #dp fanfic #angst #breannasfluff #still not fluff #my writing #cw abuse #johnny 13 #kitty dp

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corroded-hellfire · 5 months ago

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Prompt Day 10: Pride

Word Count: 998

Rating: G

Pairing: None

CW: Language

Summary: Corroded Coffin plays a gig at a fundraiser in Hawkins and Eddie understands what it's like to really make it. Part of my As You Wish universe!

@corrodedcoffinfest

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Jesus, have we ever played in front of this many people before?” Gareth asks as he shakes out his wrists to loosen them up.

“Have we ever performed in front of kids before?” Jeff questions in response.

“Have you guys ever played in front of your own kids?” Frank follows up, being the only one in the band who doesn’t have any children yet.

“Not like this,” Eddie says, fiddling with the knobs on an amp.

Somewhere out in the crowd of around two hundred are Ryan and Luke, anxiously awaiting their father’s rock star moment. They’re standing somewhere with Brittany and Wayne, and more than likely, Gareth’s and Jeff’s families too.

At first, Eddie was surprised that Brittany actually followed through on this event and didn’t invent a last minute excuse. But then it occurred to him—this is a family event, this fundraiser for the Hawkins Police Department. If she didn’t show up, then it wouldn’t look like the Munsons are the idyllic white-picket-fence family that Brittany likes to pretend they are to those who don’t know any differently.

Brittany probably felt obligated the moment Jeff’s wife Nicole, an officer with the Hawkins PD, asked Corroded Coffin if they’d perform at the fundraiser. Eddie wasn’t dumb enough to believe she was here out of the goodness of her heart or because she wanted to see her husband play music onstage.

“I can’t believe after all the times I had to deal with you guys as punk kids, I’m now about to introduce your band onstage.” Chief Hopper shakes his head and tosses his stub of a cigarette down on the ground, the toe of his boot digging the bud into the dirt.

“Aw, come on, Hop,” Gareth says, letting his hand land heavily on the taller man’s shoulder. “It was just a few noise complaints when our rehearsals went on too long.”

Hopper flicks the brim of his hat up and raises his eyebrows at the drummer.

“Yeah, with you. Caught Dawson here speeding almost every other week,” the police chief says, nodding towards Frank. “And Munson…well, shit, there’s not enough time before you guys are due on stage for me to get into that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie mumbles, a small smile on his lips, “Jeff’s the golden boy. Still is.”

“That’s because his wife has a gun,” Gareth stage whispers, making Frank and Eddie laugh.

The applause coming from the crowd out front signals that whoever was entertaining them has finished, meaning the guys are up.

“Ready boys?” Hopper asks, looking around at the band members. Once he’s satisfied with their nods of confirmation, he heads out onto the stage to make the introduction.

Feedback crackles before the chief’s deep voice booms over the speakers.

“Up next, we’ve got a band that’s been playing together in Hawkins for well over a decade now. You may recognize them from The Hideout or have even called into the station with a noise complaint about them.” There’s a rumble of laughter from the audience. “And one of the members is married to our very own Officer Nicole Samuels. Please welcome, Corroded Coffin.”

Hearing their band’s name being announced still gives Eddie a thrill, the blood in his veins buzzing with excitement, even after all this time.

The moment his boots hit the stage, Eddie can hear two particular cheers above all others.

“Yeeeeeah! Corroded Coffin!”

“Yay, Daddy! Go Daddy!”

It’s by far the best welcome he’s ever gotten whilst making an entrance.

As Eddie adjusts the microphone at the front of the stage, his eyes scan the crowd, and he sees a cluster of familiar faces. Two with extra enthusiasm make his mouth spread into a wide grin.

Ryan is sitting on Wayne’s shoulders, small black Corroded Coffin t-shirt on, throwing his fists in the air and cheering for his father. Luke is in Brittany’s arms, squirming around like crazy as he waves to Eddie on stage. To Brittany’s credit, she’s grimacing against all the movement Luke is doing, but she’s still holding him up so he can see.

Around them are the other guys’ families, along with Steve, Nancy, Max, and Lucas.

Eddie gives a wave to his boys as his bandmates get situated behind him. It’s impossible to wipe the smile off his face as he takes everything in: being back on stage, having a crowd of more than five, most of them actually sober, and having so many people he cares about in the audience. Especially his sons.

A surge of warmth crashes over Eddie and he can’t explain it any other way than pure happiness and pride.

“Hello, Hawkins,” Eddie says into the mic, receiving another round of applause in response. “How we doing tonight?”

“GOOD!”

Luke’s sweet, loud voice echoes above everyone else’s and Eddie can’t help but chuckle into the mic.

“We’re Corroded Coffin and we hope you’re ready to have some fun.”

They open with Metallica’s version of Whiskey in the Jar. It’s his boys’ favorite song of the iconic band’s because of the fun lyrics that sound like nonsense when you sing along. Eddie knew right off the bat that this is the song he wanted to kick the show off with.

As the part of the song that the boys like comes closer, Eddie finds them in the crowd and keeps his gaze locked on them.

Yeah, musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, ha, yeah

Whack for my daddy-o

There’s whiskey in the jar, oh

The joy on Ryan and Luke’s faces brings Eddie a sense of rightness that he’s never felt before. It’s like something clicked into place within him that’s been waiting all these years to find where it belongs.

I’ve made it, Eddie thinks to himself. Fuck a record label or a world tour. They don’t mean shit when his playing draws so much joy out of his sons. Nothing can top that.

This is what making it feels like.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #corrodedcoffinfest #older!eddie #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #CCF #AYW #AYWS

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starlightshadowsworld · 3 months ago

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For my Punk Kunikida headcanons I just imagine it coming about because Lil Kunikida was hiding out in some diner after a fight.

He was in so much trouble and yet he didn’t care. How was he supposed to just sit there while some kids beat to Katai? How could his parents and teachers tell him off for saving his friend?

The anger rolling off him was palpable and yet an older punk waiting on his friends noticed it.

He approached and kindly asked if Lil Kunikida was alright. Given the kid looked worse for wear and was by himself.

He’s dressed like all those delinquents Kunikida’s mum warned him to stay away from. And yet Kunikida doesn’t because this stranger was the first to ask if he was okay.

Even still Kunikida sits up a bit straighter. He tells the man the other guy looks worse, instead of scolding him the man chuckles warmly.

“Is that right? He must’ve done something terrible for you to bang up your hand like that.”

He asks the waitress politely for some ice and shows Kunikida how to tend to his hand. Saying he’s pretty lucky all things considered.

“Next time you’re going to throw a punch, which I’m definitely not telling you to do of course. Don’t put your thumb inside your fist.”

The man proceeds to demonstrate to Kunikida how to throw a punch. It feels rather surreal but Kunikida nods and makes a mental note of it.

“They were beating up my friend.” He says finally, it’s a both embarrassing and relieving time spill his guts to a stranger. The man listens patiently and smiles.

“Your friend’s lucky to have someone like you watching over him.”

“Really? You don’t think there’s something wrong me?”

The man shakes his head “nothing wrong, just a kid with a big heart protecting his friend. If you hadn’t stepped in, I hate to imagine what could’ve happened.”

He gently puts a hand on Kunikida’s shoulder “you did the right thing. Standing up for those who can’t defend themselves, protecting innocents is something we have to take into our own hands sometimes.”

He smiles sadly “but there’s a price for it because authorities don’t quite like that. You got into a fight at school so worst you’ll get is suspension. Other times it could be prison. Be careful with that heart of yours kid. I’d hate to see it break.”

Before he leaves, the man takes a pin off his battle jacket and gives it to Kunikida. It’s small but it has the symbol for anarchy.

“But you seem smart, smarter than I was at your age at least.”

Kunikida eventually went home to his panicked parents and panicked Katai. He was suspended and lectured but Kunikida knew he’d done the right thing.

He would never stop protecting those around him who couldn’t defend themselves. He couldn’t rely on the adults to always be right.

Years later Kunikida walks the streets of Yokohama with a spiked bat slung over his shoulders. His battle jacket is covered in pins and patches.

And right on his heart is the pin he received on that faithful day so long ago.

#punk kunikida #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #bungou stray dogs #bsd

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bluegalaxygirl · 6 months ago

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Amnesia (KidKiller X Reader) P7

Plot: After an explosion reader wakes up in a hospital with no memory of the past few years, her parents want to take her home so she can recover and get back to a normal life while the Kid pirates want her back on the ship where she belongs.

Warning: Bad language, Medical stuff, family issues and Violence.

Reader is Female, Poly Relationship, established relationship, Kid X Reader X Killer, Reader is a member of the Kid pirates and is in charge of the money, Budgeting and negotiating the best price.

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You relax a little but keep your eyes on the two just in case, despite them keeping their distance and trying to make you feel safe you still don't trust them. "First I'd like to know exactly what you were told and who told you" Kid speaks up seeming angry about it, you somehow knew his anger isn't directed at you but it still makes you tense up a bit "Kid" Killer sighs shaking his head at his friend who jumps a little noticing he's made you go back to being tense. "It's ok… My parents told me when i woke up. They said i was kidnapped and held for ransom by Pirates when i was 19. They paid the money but I wasn't handed over and i was forced to work for them. I know i have bounty poster for being a part of the crew even if it was against my will. Urm… i think it was a few days ago, they said the pirates got into fight with the marines and there was an explosion, I was arrested but my parents manged to pull some strings so i was free to go and come here… I don't remember any of that though, i just woke up here… I don't even know where here is" You sigh looking over at the window, the world outside was nothing like your home but it wasn't scary, it actually felt better than being home. "Most of that is a lie" Kid scoffs getting angry that your parents would make up something like that but then again you did say they were awful people, Killer nods before shifting a little on the bed to fully face you "Your on Kyuka, an island on the grand line, we had to back track a bit to get some of our crew back and to come see you." Killer states watching as you nod before looking out the window.

You can't believe your on the grand line and you can't believe your parents came out here to get you, it makes you happy that they care enough to come for you. "We did take on a quite a few marine ships and there was an explosion while you were on one of their ships. It had explosives on it and you were steering it away from the Victoria Punk … Our ship, You got knocked into the water along with a few other crew member's and picked up by marines later on." The masked man continues watching as you nod along, that part matches what your parents and doctors told you, although these two seem to care a lot for you, the masked man even sounds worried when talking about the explosion, this brings one question to your head and a strange deep need to know the answer. "What's my relationship with you two?" You ask while looking down at your hand thats griped into a fist on your lap, you know there's more to all this, why would they come this far to get you if you were just a cash grab or a single member of their crew? Why do you feel so comfortable around them? Even though you know their pirates for some reason your convinced they won't hurt you or drag you away. Kid moves to sit on the bed getting you to look up at him, he goes to speak but Killer places his hand on the red head's leg "I don't know if you'll believe us" The masked man sighs as his head drops a bit seeming very unsure, Kid sighs and shakes his head putting his hand on top of the masked man's to comfort him "i want you to know, just don't freak out, please" The masked man continues, anticipation grows in you as your heart beets faster wanting to know now more than before.

Nodding at the two Kid looks back at you deciding he'll be the one to tell you since Killer seems too nervous about your reaction, "Us three are in a relationship together" He state hoping you will understand but you look between the two confused by his words, you kinda know what he means but you want him to be more clear. With a sigh the red haired man slowly moves his mental hand over to you and places it on your still clenched fist, a sense of relief washes over him when you don't pull away or flinch. You couldn't flinch away, you know he wouldn't hurt you on peruses but his hand was heavy making your fist press down onto your burned leg. Your hand shifts making him pull away in shock but you place your hand on the bed before looking up at him. "Elaborate" you state making Kid smile placing his metal hand back on yours as Killer let out a small huff of a laugh "You and your big words" Killer shakes his head, but he sounds happy which makes your heart flutter a little. "You've been a part of my crew for 7 years, Me and Killer have been together for 6 years. We didn't intend for anyone to join but" Kid gulps as his cheeks go red starting to get flustered over having to explain their relationship with you, noticing he's starting to struggle due to embarrassment Killer looks up at you and reaches over placing his hand on top of Kids mettle hand adding to the pile. Your heart pounds harder in your chest but its not out of fear, it makes you happy since you were right about the connection you feel with the two. You didn't think it would be this but you want nothing more than to hear them say how they feel.

Killer waits for your eyes to shift to him before speaking "We both fell in love with you and it took us a while to figure out what we wanted and to tell you… You felt the same, so us three have been together for 4 years now. It's a Poly relationship, we all love and care about each other" Killer finishes off for Kid the two staying quiet after to give you time to process, you may not remember being with them but it sounds so right, you know what a Poly relationship is but you never thought two people would love you and each other at the same time but your happy that it seems that way. Despite these feeling though, you still don't know them well enough to act on any of these feelings, when you know them more or remember more you can then rethink but for now its best to shove these feelings away. Just as you finish deciding what to do and how to answer your parents walk in along with the nurse from before whose apologizes over and over again to them "Get away from her" Your mother yells storming over to you as your farther glares at the two men "Get security" Your father order the nurse who jumps at his stern and angry tone. The two pirates don't move or take their hands off you not threatened by the two people who just walked in. "No, no, it's ok. I said they could stay" You pull your hand away from the two to quickly grab your mothers arm that was reaching for the empty glass vase on your side table. The nurse freezes in place not sure what to do and who to take orders off, your farther raises an eyebrow at you his anger being turned to you now as your mother looks at you in shock not only form your words but from realizing all the roses in the room are gone. Letting out a breath you try and calm yourself knowing what is going to come from the both of them, its best to keep calm in this situation.

Your Farther's abrasive voice cuts through the short silence, if you weren't so used to it then you would have jumped in shock "Y/N, these two are pirates, their the ones that-" Your farther glares at you but your blank eyes meets his stopping him from continuing "I know who they are. I know what you told me but i don't know what to believe. You're telling me one thing and their telling me another, I'd like to hear both sides before i make any kind of decision" You stay calm as you speak knowing getting angry with your farther or mother will make it less likely for them to hear you through their own anger. Your Farther takes a step towards you his eyes filled with rage that you would answer back, he looks like he's going to hit you but you know he won't, mainly because he didn't want to injure his hands. Kid growls low seeing that look on your farther's face and suddenly stand up his fists gripped ready to punch the man "I will kill you if you hurt her" In shock your quickly turn to look up at the red head whose eyes are glaring at your farther, no one has ever defended you against your parents before, everyone always takes their side. He didn't have to do anything, but he did, it sends a strange warm light feeling through your chest but in turn your head starts to hurt, it doesn't feel like a normal headache, the back of your eyes hurt as your head goes fuzzy, there's an image in your mind but it too blurry to make anything out. "Sweetie, they are dangerous, they took you from us, what ever they told you is a lie" Your mother whispers to you but you can't stop looking at Kid who's glaring back at your father, both refusing to back down from what ever mental battle is going on.

The more you look the clearer the image in your mind gets but your head hurts more and more, your ears start to slightly ring as tears well up in your eyes, not because your sad but because of the pressure building behind them. Killer manages to snap you out of your strange gaze by placing a gentle hand on your cheek, your head throbs but you look to meet his masked covered face "You ok?" Killer asks scooting closer his thumb rubbing under your eye wiping away a stray tear, even though he's wearing a mask you can tell he's concerned by his tone. Your mothers eyes widen at seeing you uncontinuously lean into his touch so quickly grabs your slung up arm "Get your hand off my daughter" She scowls while puling you away making you wince in pain grabbing onto your bandaged shoulder as pain shoots through your hole arm. "Don't pull, you'll hurt her.. Y/n you ok?" Killer growls at your mother before turning to you going back to that clam and kind voice, pulling away from your mother you rub your shoulder managing to calm the pain down a little, Killer reaches out to touch your cheek again hoping to comfort you but you push his hand away nit wanting touching you right now. "I'm fine" you finally state despite your head and shoulder throbbing, Your mother gives you a sad look before bending down to you "I'm sorry sweetie, i didn't mean to hurt you" She whispers seeming genuine in her apology so you look up at her and nod giving her a small smile letting her know it's ok. Your farther growl under his breath having enough of the situation "I want these two out of here now" Your farther orders to the nurse behind him but his eyes are glued to the red head who is still glaring back "We're not leaving unless Y/N wants us too" Kid replays as the nurse looks around the room unsure of what to do with all the different people saying different things.

Making his way around the bed towards the red-headed pirate your farther growls under his breath "My daughter has memory loss, she doesn't know what she wants" Your Farther yells only to be met head on by Kid who quickly storms over to the end of the bed getting in your farther face and towering over him, despite the clear intimidation your farther refuses to back down or break eye contact with the red head. "She may have memory loss, but she can still think for herself, she's a grown ass woman" Kid yells into your farther's face starting a yelling match between the two, your head throbs more making your vision go fuzzy, everyone voices fading in and out hardly able to make out the words being yelled. Seeing a glazed over look forming in your eyes Killer's quick to place his hand on your cheek but you slap it away much harder this time "SHUT UP" You yell making almost everyone in the room jump in shock turning their attention to you. "Please just go" You whisper while rubbing your head it starting to hurt less now that the noise has stopped, your mother gives you a happy smile, glad that you've finally agreed with them that the pirates should leave. Kid bites his tongue struggling not to continue yelling at your farther as Killer sighs standing up off the bed. "Well, hurry up and get out" Your farther steps aside gesturing towards the door for the two to leave, looking up at your farther you sigh knowing he didn't get what you were intending "You too" Your mother looks at you with wide eyes before bending down to your level "Sweetie-" she tried to say but you hold your hand up not wanting to hear it.

The nurse sighs knowing what she has to do for her patients sake, you are her patient and their for your comfort is more important "I'm sorry but visiting hours have long been over so please leave, you can come back tomorrow if she wants but if you kick up a fuss again I'll have no chose but to kick you out " She states stepping over to the bed giving you a slight nod, letting you know she's on your side. "That includes you too Mr and Miss Winslow" Your Mother goes to protest at this but your farther gabs her arm pulling her away from the bed "We will be coming back tomorrow and i hope by then you have your attitude fixed" You have to bite your tongue at your fathers comment, you wanted to berate him but it'll only make your head hurt again. "As for them, i don't want them near my daughter" Your mother pipes up looking over at Kid and Killer who haven't moving yet, although Kids fits are clenched at his side his flesh hand starting to turn white while his eyes burn into your farther, if looks could kill your father would be long dead. "Y/n? Is that what you want?" Killer calmly asks turning to you, You need to know more before you make a destitution on who to believe and the only way you'll get that is if you talk to all people involved. "I want you to come back, I-" You want to say more but your farther interrupts you making your head hurt with his sudden yell "Absolutely not" Kid storms over to your farther grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer almost lifting him off the group. "Will you let her speak for once, Gods no wonder she ran away, you over controlling narcissistic bastard" Kid yells only to be stopped by Killer who runs over and grabs the captains shoulder "That's enough, we should go, let Y/N rest. We can talk tomorrow and figure things out"

It surprises you how calm the masked man is and how easily he seems to control the situation, Kid lets go of your farther dropping him to the floor where he stumbles back while fixing his suit collar and tie. "I'm sorry Y/n, we'll let you rest" The masked man turns to you giving you a nod before grabbing Kids arm and tugging on it, The red head sighs before turning to you and rubbing the back of his head "Sorry for my out burst…. we'll see you tomorrow" You nod at his words although you did notice the slight redness in his cheeks, the nurse gives everyone a smile before gesturing towards the door getting everyone to leave. Once everyone's out the room the nurse closes the door and turns to you, making her way over she sits on the edge of the bed before pulling your shirt away from your shoulder to have a look at the bandage "I'm so sorry, i should have stepped in sooner" She whispers while checking for any sign that your wound has reopened but luckily it seemed fine, there's no blood and the bandage hasn't moved. Placing your hand on hers you look up to meet her eyes "It's ok… It's a strange situation and my parents are hard to deal with" You try and comfort her, you know there's also a big likely hood that your farther owns a percentage of this hospital so talking to him in any way other than with respect might get you fired. "Thank you for being on my side, its… rare" You admit pulling your hand away from hers letting her pull your shirt back over your shoulder.

The nurse takes your hand her small smile dropping as she thinks for a second, your about to ask her what's wrong when she starts talking. "I know it's not my place to say but your parents are right about them being dangerous. Eustass Captain Kid and Massacre Soldier Killer both have bounties over two hundred million, their part of the worst generation and ruthless… but on the other hand they do seem to care, they seemed genuinely worried and ready fight for you, it didn't seem like an act." She sighs not sure if she should be telling you all this but you squeeze her hand leaning forwards a bit while giving her a reassuring smile. "Thank you, I'll take any information is can get at this point, like i said before i don't know what to believe, the only thing i can go off is facts and some fuzzy images i can't make out" You state while rubbing your head trying to see that image again but it won't come back, the nurse nods and stands up letting go of your hand "I'll do what ever i can to help but for now I'll get you your meds and then you can rest" She turns leaving you alone in the room again, hopefully you can get more answers tomorrow and hopefully your parents will find your glasses so you can read something. Its so boring just sitting around or watching the dock where ships barely move. With a sigh you lean back against the bed while's placing a hand on your cheek, it still feels warm from Killer's touch it feels nice and you can still faintly smell Kid's cologne giving you a sense of comfort.

----- The Victoria Punk -----

The normally loud dinning room is silent something thats is very rare especially when almost the whole crew is gathered in there, Killer had just finished explaining why you weren't back with them which left the crew feeling deflated. None one spoke for a long while, most of them looking to their Captain hoping he has a plan or an idea but the red head just sat in his chair, his feet propped up on the table while his arms are crossed over his chest tightly. No one could tell what Kid was thinking or feeling, his eyes are angry but his face is blank as the captain stares off into space, with his mind clearly somewhere else Killer sighs crossing one leg over the other as he sits next to the red head. The masked man didn't know what to do, a part of him hopes that Kid will snap and just tell everyone we're grabbing you and leaving despite what they told you but he doesn't want to break any kind of trust or relationship that they have just formed. It's a miracle that you want them to come back, with a sigh Wire leans on the table looking over at his two friends, the room as been quiet for far too long and someone needs to take charge of the situation "So what do we do? Take her in the middle of the night?" The tall man asks knowing exactly what reaction he's going to get, the two men suddenly turn to look at him as they yell the same answer in anger "No" They both glare but soon release the small smirk at the corers of Wire's lips, its clear the tall man only asked that because it would snap them out of their own heads. "She stays until she agrees to come back and i ain't leaving her with those assholes so where staying… House, how long does it take for memories to come back?" Kid sates suddenly turning to the doctor who's messing with her fingers.

House gulps before slowly looking up at her captain knowing he isn't going to like the answer "I-i don't know, it could take a few days or months or years and in some cases… they might not come back at all" Her shoulders tense up as she says her last part, Kid growls while gritting his teeth but before he can start his out burst Killer steps in placing a hand on the captains shoulder giving it a hard squeeze "While were dealing with the situation i want everyone to be on high alert for marines, if her farther does have connection he might have called some in to get rid of us" The masked man states knowing that the crew is at risk, Kid sighs and nods in agreement "There should be several people on watch at all times and no one should leave the ship without permission, understand?" Kid calls out earning loud "yes Captain" from his crew which makes the red head smirk again, House raises her hand getting the two's attention before speaking "I was thinking that maybe i could join you two at some point. i want to look Y/n over, make sure she's healing well and maybe do some snooping around the hospital." She hopes they'll agree but by their thinking faces she feels like it's going to be less and less likely, luckily though they turn to each other and nod, silently agreeing on something "We'll bring it up to her and see if she agrees" Kid states hoping you'll say yes to having someone else look you over, the two don't want to overwhelm you with new people, and they also don't want another reason for your parents to bitch and moan causing you more pain and increasing the chance of a marine presence.

Through the conversation between the three a rhythmic tapping of fingers started to develop getting louder and louder, Heat has his teeth clenched as his fingers tap the table, lost in thought it was Wire who snaps hims out of it by bumping the stitched man's shoulder with his own "What's up?" The tall man whispers not wanting to interrupt Kid and Killer talking to the crew, Heat sighs and rubs his head while stopping the tapping he was uncontinuously doing "I know i've heard the last name before, Winslow, Winslow. uhhh, i-i just can't put my finger on it" The stitched man groans in frustration, its on the tip of his tongue but it just won't force itself any closer, Wire pats his friend on the back giving him some kind of reassurance, it would be nice to know who your parents are, but he doesn't want to put any more weight on Heat's shoulders. A few seconds later it finally hits the stitched man making his eyes widen in slight shock, cursing under his breath the room suddenly goes quiet all eyes turning to Heat since they know something has well and truly caught him off guard. "The Winslow family own a Drug distribution company that mainly castors to the marines and world government, a few years back they were also given a licence to make new drugs although that licence has since been revoked but i can't remember why. They also own several other big company's in weapons, fuel and have shares in others that have been handed down for generations… Their rich.. Like royalty rich"

The room goes completely silent at this no one knowing what to say about the situation, it normally wouldn't bother them if you came from a rich family but this is different, your family sells a lot of stuff to the marines and seems very buddy, buddy with them. It's true your farther can't fire a marine, but he can pull resources which will be disastrous for them so it's no wonder the commodore was so hell-bent on keeping quiet. "So what if her daddy's rich, the prick has no right" Kid growls flicking his hand in protests while leaning back in his chair but it seems some of the crew don't feel the same, they still want you back but being this rich and from a very well known family will bring its issues like it has now "I don't get it, she left and now years later they want her back, Why?" Mohawk asks a man how has been with the crew since the beginning and of course gets his name from the tall and thin orange Mohawk on his head "Something fishy is going on, i think it's a good idea to gave a few of us look into things" Narbe a man with two large scars down his face and over his eyes speaks up making the captain hum in thought, it would be good to get some info in order to have the upper hand, it also might help them in the future "Alright, you two and Heat your in charge of that but don't leave the island" The three smile giving their captain a nod happy to help out and also maybe rough up some people to get information.

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It Comes in Waves

Chapter 1: Tsunami

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader tw; ace's death. i know, we're starting off strong as shit. word count: 3k prev|next

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Portgas D. Ace. Also known as ‘Fire Fist Ace’ or even the commander of the second division for the Whitebeard Pirates. Also…a great friend of yours. A friend you had run into several times over your years at sea. A friend that let you cry on his shoulder and who had cried on yours. The memory of you meeting flashes in your mind. A simpler time. Before he had all his alternate titles. Before he was even his own captain.

You were on a tropical island. It was small and reminded you of your home island, but it was just a pitstop for you to get rest and something to eat. You had hunted down some small wildlife and gathered some fruit that seemed to be edible before beginning to roast it over a fire you created.

While it was cooking, you worked on setting up a place to sleep. However, you heard something from behind you. Pulling a knife from your belt, you threw it as you turned around.

“Whoa! I come in peace!” An alarmed, male voice chimed. You turned to see a man standing there. He couldn't have been older than eighteen. So, more of a boy. You noticed that he dodged your attack well, so he wasn't a complete idiot. There was a small cut on his cheek. Not quite quick enough but still impressive. He was lucky it was a warning shot anyway.

“Well, maybe you shouldn't sneak up on someone.” You folded your arms, taking in the boy before you. Disheveled black hair, tanned skin, dressed like a punk. You could tell easily that he was a pirate, perhaps at the beginning of his adventure.

“I didn't really mean to. I was just following the delicious smell of food.” A wistful look crossed his face before he frowned. “A bird flew away with my food.” He looked at you with puppy dog eyes and you sighed, shaking your head.

“Fine. I'll share. Consider it my apology for attacking you. I'm a bit on edge.” After all, you had just narrowly escaped the navy on your most recent heist. You wouldn’t have been surprised if they had somehow found you, even if they were pretty dense.

The man's face lit up, wasting no time as he plopped down next to the fire you had going. “I have some sake I can share.” You shake your head. You couldn't risk letting your guard down right now. “I'm fine. Help yourself.”

You moved to your food, beginning to divvy it up for the two of you. You handed him his share before settling with your own. “I'm Ace, by the way,” he said, a mouthful of food.

You told your eyes at his lack of manners. “Y/N,” you said simply, beginning to eat.

He asks you a couple more questions, but notices you guard some of your answers, so he maneuvers to more simple questions and talks about his own journey. He eventually brings up his little brother - a kid named Luffy. From the sounds of it, he seems quite the handful. He mentions how he's the world's biggest crybaby, but he wants to become King of the Pirates.

You can't help but feel admiration for the kid who has yet to set sail.

You knew just about everything there was to know about one another. He is your best friend. And now, it looked like everything was going belly up for him. You were about to lose one of the few people you held close. Again. Why did you have to keep losing people you cared about?

You stared at the video that was being casted from a transponder snail in Sabaody. You were there taking care of a few loose ends from your most recent mission. It dawned on you just how long it had been since you'd seen Ace. You'd been cracking down on your own agenda, not exactly keeping up with current events. It had easily been…at least six months?

You noticed another familiar face on screen. Monkey D. Luffy. Captain of the Strawhat Pirates and Ace’s baby brother. The one he had told you about and the one you had eventually met on your own. One that you ran into often just like you had Ace.

You had just seen Luffy and his crew not too long ago. It was right here on Sabaody. They helped you take down a human auction house. They were saving a friend of theirs and this was something you did on the regular. Freeing slaves and making slaveholders suffer. Celestial Dragons hated you, and you hated them.

You had been doing this for about a decade, so you had a pretty high bounty - close to a billion. However, you have always been extremely careful to cover your identity. You had a whole disguise set up. A special cloak that covered all of your features. That’s all they had photo evidence of. Your first and last name donned the poster, but you went by your middle name on your average day. You lived a double life that no one knew about.

No one except Ace that is.

You're pulled out of your thoughts as you hear voices begin to raise. You blinked, coming back to earth and looking around. That’s when you realize the videofeed had been cut off. Everyone was starting to raise their questions and concerns. What the hell was going on now? What happened to Ace? To Luffy? You heard those questions being asked around you, so you knew the feed cut before anything happened.

“I need to get out of here,” you mumbled to yourself. You needed to get to Marineford and fast. Unfortunately, your boat that was akin to Ace’s striker, your ‘navis’ as you called it, was much too slow to get there in time. “Even if I call to the sea…” No, still too slow. Time was against you. You cursed silently to yourself, feeling yourself beginning to unravel. This couldn’t be happening. You couldn’t be losing him.

That's when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You tensed. Knife in hand, you turned around quickly, pressing it to the throat of whomever was dumb enough to lay their hands on you. It didn’t matter if all around was chaos. You didn’t even care if this had been any other day. You weren’t a fan of being touched by strangers. Who was?

The owner of the heavily tattooed hand was tall. You were face to face with his chest. A logo of some smiling jolly roger. You looked up, glaring at the man only to find him glaring right back at you. Who did he think he was? He was the one that touched you. Not the other way around.

You took note of the long sword he carried and his lanky frame. Did he even know how to wield this sword correctly? Or use it in general? Your eyes trailed to his at before resting once more on his face. Something…felt familiar. Had you seen him before?

“You greet everyone like this?” There was a hint of a smirk that was just enough to make you want to punch him. His calm demeanor he had whilst you had your knife to his throat also drove you mad.

“Just those that touch me without permission.”

He took his hand away, putting them both up in a surrender motion. “Apologies.” He looked at you once more, taking you in. There was a hint of recognition in his eye and he looked like he wanted to ask something before deciding against it. He looked up to where the video feed had been.

“You know him?” Then he glanced back at you.

You stared at him, blinking several times as you processed his question. You tried to form words but nothing was coming to you. Too many questions were trying to pour out all at once. All that came out was, “What?”

“Well, I'm heading that way and you seemed pretty distraught about it so I figured I'd offer a ride in my submarine.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. Who the hell just did something like that? “You don't seem like the kind of person who does things out of the kindness of his heart.” There had to be some hidden motive. Some other reason that he wanted to offer a ride. Was this some kind of human trafficking ploy? They sure were getting creative these days. It was disgusting.

“Suit yourself,” he said, turning away. What if he was just offering out of the kindness of his heart? Or maybe there was some hidden motive but…you couldn’t risk it. You had to save Ace. You had to save Luffy. Or die trying. “Okay, fine.” He turned, looking as you spoke, smirking. “That’s what I thought.”

Oh, this was going to be a nightmare. Your fist just might up in his jaw. Why would someone just offer a stranger a ride into a war just on a whim? And why were you accepting it? You had to be just as crazy.

“Let's go then,” he said, once more pulling you out of your thoughts.

Silence fell over the two of you as you walked, delving once more into your own mind. Would you make it on time? Could you save your friends? Why was this man helping you? Why were you trusting him? Is it because you had nothing left to lose? If you lost Ace and Luffy…you’re not sure what you’d do. They were the closest thing you had to family since…

“We’re here.” You were yanked back to the present as the man in front of you spoke. Your eyes landed on the yellow submarine. You blinked. That’s right…he had said that. It was just registering that he had mentioned it earlier. You were such a mess, you didn’t even question it. What the hell was a pirate doing with a submarine?

“Last chance to turn around. You’re stuck once the door closes.” The man smirked at you and you felt the need to punch him in the nose. You didn’t even bother saying anything as you headed inside. There was no turning back now. This was your only chance to reach your friends in time.

You were told to keep close to the man, which you didn’t argue. You assumed he didn’t trust you…though he invited you on his ship? This whole situation was weird.

You found yourself thinking of Ace again. It was only natural. Currently, you had no idea if he was alive or dead. You hoped for the best but expected the worst. God, it was like that theory about a cat in a box. Without seeing him, you had no idea if he was alive or dead.

Memories flashed in your brain as if they happened yesterday. When you met Ace’s crew for the first time. When you met his second crew. All the nights you stayed up drinking with him. (You had eventually given in and trusted him enough to let your guard down.) You remembered when you told him that you finally met his brother on the sea. Man, he was so excited and positively radiant after hearing that news. He had immediately set out to go find him shortly after that.

All of those memories passed through your mind, each one of them hurting you more and more. It was almost too much to handle. You had already lost so much and you thought that you were done feeling this way but…here it was again. It hurt…so much. It was never easier. No matter how many people you saw that you cared about die before you…it never got easier. You tried your best to keep your distance from people but Ace was warm both inside and out and it slipped past your defenses faster than you could blink. He introduced you to a new family.

Many times he asked you to join the Whitebeard Pirates and you told him the same thing each time.

“I still have too many things to take care of on my own.”

The man scoffed. “C'mon! You say that every time, y/n! If you join us, we could help you!” You looked at him, shaking your head. “You know this is something I have to do on my own. The less people involved, the better. Besides, you promised me you wouldn't tell anyone or try to get involved in any way.”

Ace whined, folding his arms. “Yeah, but that was before you told me what you were up to!” He rolled his eyes, clearly unhappy with you. You frowned, sighing. It was the same argument every time you parted ways. He wanted you to join his crew so that he could help you wish your mission, but you couldn’t bear to see anyone else you care about die.

He looked at you again and sighed. “I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't push you.” He looked down to his feet, unfolding his arms.

Your own face softened and you shook your head. “Don't say sorry, it's not your mistake.” He looked at you as you said those words, chuckling softly. You said them every time he apologized. It was your way of saying that it was okay. That the feelings he was feeling were valid. That his emotions and actions caused by them were valid. It was something that your father had always said to you when your emotions were too much and you were apologizing for things that were out of your control.

“I may join one day…” You paused.

“It's just not the right time yet, I know,” Ace finished for you. You offered an apologetic grin and he returned with his own, warm one.

“We're here.” A voice pulled you out of your thoughts once more and you looked at the man who you boarded this vessel with. It was then that you realized that you didn't know his name. You opened your mouth to ask when he interrupted.

“There's a war going on out there. Be vigilant.”

You nodded, closing your mouth. Now wasn't the time for formalities. You felt a sinking feeling in your chest - something wasn’t right.

As you headed to the top deck, you felt your chest growing heavier and heavier. This was bad. You could hear all the pain from outside already. You could feel the anguish. It was almost too much to bear. It was enough to make your head spin, to make you want to lose the lunch you didn’t have.

When the door opened and you stepped outside, you were taken back. Taken back to when your own people were taken from you. The sounds of fighting, the smell of blood and metal in the air. The screaming, the anguish. You wanted to scream yourself. It was almost too much to bear. Even though it was over a decade ago, it still had an iron grip on you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of blue. You looked over slowly, noticing blue flames. Marco. He was Ace’s crewmate. He caught your eye, a dark look of guilt passing over his face before looking away. It was a moment, but that was all you needed to confirm your suspicions.

You suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe, like something just sucked all the air out of your lungs. Your legs felt shaky and you felt sick. The world was spinning. Ace was gone. A man you loved like a little brother. Gone. And there was nothing you could do to bring him back. You were going to be sick.

“Y/n!” You blinked, looking up and seeing the man you had traveled with. “Get it together!” He motioned across the battlefield and that's where you saw Luffy. It was like something sparked inside of you. You were suddenly able to move again. He was your lifeline right now. You needed to focus on saving him. He wasn’t gone yet.

You nodded at the man before you before turning back to look at your friend. You could tell he was completely shut down. It reminded you of yourself all those years ago. You’d lost everyone you loved and completely shut down. You don’t remember what happened while you were shut down. You were on autopilot for so long. Barely living.

You noticed he was in the arms of a fishman. Ally? You had to hope so or this was going to be difficult. Seeing how he was heading straight towards the submarine and the man waving them down, it seemed safe to assume an ally. Then you saw an admiral attack them. You ran towards the edge of the deck, pressing a hand to your necklace and withdrawing a long spear. You outstretched your free arm, taking aim right over the fishman’s shoulder and throwing it.

It flew through the air, hitting the admiral in the shoulder. Not near enough to kill him but at least enough to deter him for a few moments so the fishman and Luffy could make it safely on board. The next thing you knew, you were ushering the wounded into the submarine and to the infirmary.

“You look like you know about basic medicine,” the man said, laying the two men on operating tables.

You nodded, unable to really speak. “I can't hear your head rattle,” he said.

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, taking a deep breath. Your father was a doctor, after all. You studied under him and read many of his textbooks. You’d also been on your own with no doctor all this time, so you had plenty of time to study and put your skills to use.

“Good. Then you're going to help me.”

And with that, the operation began.

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 6 days ago

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cover me in cotton candy snow, dreaming of candy-coated rain

cw. f!reader (no specified anatomy), established relationship (secret), brief mentions of childhood bullying, reader is a big mom pirate, childhood friends

pairing. charlotte pudding x reader

synopsis. maybe you should take a page out of lola's book; whisk pudding away like a princess in the stories you read as a kid. you are a pirate, after all.

notes. rewatching wci has me in my feelings again, so i felt like writing something for one of my favorite charlotte siblings (ft a tiny tmmof reference). posting this via my shitty, shitty hotspot. divider by @/cafekitsune.

The tears won't stop.

"Come on," you sigh indignantly at the display. It hadn't been too long since you'd chased away her tormentors and yet she'd still been crying as if they were there. "Stop crying! They're gone now!" Your words do little to sway the shorter girl in the floral purple dress. She only sobs harder, if anything, much to your chagrin. "Hey!"

"Sor-sorry," the girl hiccups, tiny hands clinging onto the ends of her dress tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," her shoulders shake as apologies fall from her lips like honey.

Another sigh fall from your lips and you feel guilt tickling your skin, just underneath the surface. "Don't say sorry," you murmur, hands clumsily wiping at her eyes.

All three of them.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?! Knock it off," you'd shouted at the gaggle of boys tormenting a girl with scissors in hand moments prior.

"Why should I?" Berus sneered in return, yanking the brunette around to put her face on display. She'd been crying then too, her three eyes wide with fear as she begged repeatedly 'Don't do it!' "She's just some ugly monster! See?!"

The next thing Berus had seen was your fist making contact with his eye. The day had been saved, no hair had been cut. No big deal. The weeping child had yet to catch the memo she no longer had any reason to cry, however.

"Those guys are the last people who should be calling anybody ugly," you click your tongue in annoyance, more at them than the girl in front of you. "Don't listen to what a bunch of ugly turds like Berus and his goons say. Who cares if you have three eyes, it's cool."

There's a quiet that falls between you both, save for the girl's continuous hiccuping and sniffling. The tears don't stop, so you carry on with you ministrations of wiping the trails away even as they build up once more. The tears from her third eye cascade down her forehead and over the bridge of her nose. Three brown eyes wetly look at you in disbelief as the strange girl asks weakly, "it isn't creepy?" She's earnest in how she asks you, confused and unsure.

"What's supposed to be creepy about it," you query in return. "It's cool," you nod firmly, leaving no room for further doubts. At those words, the tears only increase and the girl begins to shake. You bite your tongue in spite of your urge to snap once more. "You have to be gentle sometimes, dear," your mother told you not so long ago. "Not every kid is as tough as you. Some of them are sensitive." You've gotta be gentle, gentle.

With that reminder you are able to say, "they're only picking on you because you're crying so much. Just punch them next time," it dawns on you that had the girl been strong enough to defend herself in the first place, she wouldn't have been in the situation to begin with. "Or just find me," you introduce yourself finally. "What's your name, kid?"

"Pudding," you have a name for the weeping girl with pigtails at last.

"Well, Pudding," you place your hands on your hips, chest puffed as high as it can go. "The next time those punks start up again, just come running for me. I'll just kick their asses all over again."

ー

It's cotton candy snow that always greets you first when you return to Totto Land.

It's Mama that greets you second.

The snow is preferable company, falling from pastel clouds in various colors. That's when you know you've truthfully begun your journey home. It's a marvel every time you see it, as if softly entering a dream. A dream that sours when you greet Mama, delivering to her the hundreds upon hundreds of sweets she demands from the far off countries she's claimed as part of her territory.

You can't tell if at this point you feel pity or some form of sick amusement seeing the panicked hustle every time they realize the Big Mom Pirates have once again return to collect. Perhaps it's a mix of both. You spare little time in pondering your emotions as Mama laughs gleefully at the haul.

Tamago, eager as ever to present himself as Big Mom's gentile knight, handles the talking. Ironic when the lot of you are pirates only safe from capture as long as you bear Mama's jolly roger. "It always carries on without a hitch," he only further prostrates himself as he regales her with recount after recount of how Stormalong Harbor is faring.

"Good, good," Mama swoons, Homies chanting gleefully at beside her. "And how are things at Punk Hazard? Is Caesar making any progress?"

Yes, Caesar, the clown of a scientist Mama hired all for the purpose of turning regular humans like yourself into giants. Passing by Punk Hazard, it had only been natural you'd agreed to check on the progress. The children that had been there longest had certainly been larger than those who'd only recently arrived. Ridiculous as his laugh was, he seemingly knew his stuff.

"He's making progress," you relent with a nod as Mama gorges herself. "He's definitely the best scientist we've hired," you relay everything you remember.

"Mammamama," she laughs, eyes a familiar shade brown twinkling as the joyous sound rumbles throughout the room. "That's wonderful news," she claps her bejeweled hands, practically ready to hop on her feet and dance. "My dream," she whispers, a million miles away. "My dream," she whispers as if singing a song. "Finally there's someone who will make it come true. A land where one day all races can sit together at the same table, eye to eye…"

Wretch.

"Freak! Monster!"

You fight the urge to grimace as you hear your captain relay her dream as she's done a thousand times before. What good is a dream like that when it comes from her? All you hear are the delusional falsehoods of a woman with breeding kink.

How long does the meeting last?

It's always too long for your liking even at its briefest and can never finish soon enough.

"I know you live on Cacao Island but you can always go back tomorrow, you know," Rita, a newer member of the crew and a member of the Longneck Tribe, queries when you are all now free to spend your time as you choose. You won't pretend to not understand the appeal of piracy, but you still disparage her for choosing your captain to follow. She thought only of adventure and her eyes still held the light of someone yet to realize they gambled more than they were truly able to offer. "Baron Tamago said you used to live in Sweets Town before? Why not visit your parents?"

Mama buried my parents under cake salé all because she had a craving for sharlotka five years ago. Rita hadn't joined your crew at that point in time. You shrug lackadaisically at her prodding, "can't sleep unless I'm under a roof made out of well-tempered chocolate. 's just not the same."

Cacao Island is swathed in fragrant shades of brown, chocolate-coated as far as the eye can see. You hear the misty sounds of giggles on the wind, a tired sigh and melted chocolate accidentally smeared across a plush cheek.

Comfortable sleep can't come soon enough.

At Rita's incredulous raise of her eyebrow, Pekoms shoos the newly minted pirate away. "Leave her be," the lion mink growls in your defense. It isn't difficult to imagine the man giving you a look of pity. With his bouts of homesickness for his homeland, he empathized with your loss of a home on Whole Cake Island. Your loss of family.

You hope the next time you set for sea, you're able to pass by Zou. "Call me when it's time to head out again," at the sight of your two-fingered salute, Pekoms nods.

It is a relief to put the center island of the archipelago behind you, even if it means sailing all night to return to where your heart truly lies. You swore fealty to Big Mom out of circumstance, not loyalty. There is seldom a member of the Charlotte Family you dare call 'friend'.

Praline with her sharp-tooth grin and sunny freckles is a riot when you talk.

You appreciate Chiffon's kind yet unrelenting strength although you rarely have time to chat with her governing Funwari Island.

The captain of your crew does little to generate even a fraction of those amiable feelings you have towards her.

Anchored just shy of the frozen ocean of juice to avoid the colony of ferocious ants that skulk its sugary borders feels reminiscent of your relationship with the yonko. You'll never go beyond what is necessary to maintain your status among her crew. That's the best way to handle a woman who isn't above killing her own children. Chiffon's suffered enough at her hand just for looking like her mother's least preferred child.

With that thought you recall the 23rd daughter, Lola. You adored her growing up with her bubblegum pink hair and her hugs as soft as her cheerful disposition.

"So you're the best friend I've heard so much about," she beamed the day you met her. Hugged you sweetly as if you'd known her your entire life. "Pudding said you're her hero! Keep looking after her, okay?"

Lola left Totto Land and never looked back.

You wonder where she is now; if life is treating her kindly. Maybe she's finally found that husband of hers, your lips curl upwards at the thought. He's a lucky one. There'd be no greater middle finger to the yonko you serve than Lola living her best life, peacefully and freely.

You lay uncomfortably against the hull of your small ship, legs propped against the stern as you stare up at the cloudless sky. You yearn for skies covered in cotton candy, your inner child stirring. It's a shame the cotton candy snow of Totto Land is reserved only for the outskirts of the country, a sign to warn those where they've entered.

A land of sweets at a delusional cost.

She's never really had a chance to see them. Pudding's never had the opportunity to leave the country. You do your best to picture how'd she look if she were able. How her eyes would light up and how she'd collect the pillowy drops in her hands.

"Keep looking after her, okay?"

You close your eyes, humming Bink's Sake and tapping your foot to the rhythm. You were Pudding's hero, after all. (That is how she referred to you, anyway. Chocolate brown eyes warm as she introduced you to her favorite sister. You were the one who lit up her entire world. That's what Pudding kept saying, at least.) It made sense for her elder sister to make such a request.

Stars willing, you'll keep your promise to Lola for many years to come.

It's a promise that makes waiting until nearly noon the next for the ocean of juice to thaw and a few more hours sailing through the neighboring islands in the archipelago worth it.

You especially feel that way now setting foot on Cacao Island's soil, breathing in the fresh scent of chocolate in the air like perfume. Home sweet home, the last steps of the journey. The chocopolice are on the prowl for any cases of snackalism to report. There's a child eating their chocolate bow tie, much to the chagrin of their father. All are welcomed sights as you make a precautionary pitstop at the island's most popular café.

You are greeted reverently by a waitress, all due to your station, "welcome back, ma'am! I hope the outside world wasn't too difficult for you!"

"It's never anything too difficult," you nod in return, eyes scanning the bustling Caramel Café's interior. "Our honorary Minister of Chocolate wouldn't happen to be in right now, would she? I wanted to make a report before I settled in."

The waitress nods, all too happy, "Miss Pudding is in the kitchen right now, but I can go get her right now!"

"I don't mind waiting, if necessary," things were busy in the establishment as always. "Tell her I'll be waiting for at her preferred spot for meetings. I don't want to be much of a distraction."

I'll be waiting outside of the house.

You hear the excited call of your name and your shoulders relax, turning to greet Charlotte Pudding in the flesh. Nitro and Rabiyan are nowhere to be seen, absolutely perfect. "It's a pleasure seeing you again, Minister."

"I told you already," Pudding performs her role as your crewmate seamlessly. If you hadn't known her so well, you might have been fooled into thinking there is nothing between the two of you. "I'm not suitable enough for that job. And you don't have to always be so formal. You're just telling me about developing chocolatier techniques you've come across."

You chuckle as she fiddles with her lock and key, "I'm merely voicing the popular opinion of the people."

Pudding sighs, unsurprised, "there you go saying those ridiculous words again." The door opens without a hitch. "Come inside, I'll make you some tea!"

You enter Pudding's home ー your home ー and the door shuts with a resound lock.

You're barely able to turn around before a warm body hurdles into yours, arms wrapping tightly around your torso. "Welcome home," small hands dig into your back. It's been too long since you were on Cacao Island last.

"It's good to be back," you pull Pudding into you even further hugging her shoulders. "But how am I supposed to feel welcomed home if only two-thirds of you are looking at me," you snort, chuckling as you move Pudding's bangs aside to reveal the last of the ocular trio. Your mind wanders to thoughts of them lighting up, Pudding twirling in awe at sugary snow dancing in the air. "Girls with pretty eyes are supposed to show them off."

The brunette avoids your gaze bashfully and you have to stop her from moving her bangs back in place. "Like you said, that's for girls with pretty eyes."

"And here you are with the prettiest eyes in the archipelago and you're covering them up."

"I'm sure you've seen girls with prettier eyes outside of it," Pudding grumbles, cheeks the color of strawberry jam. "You've been a weirdo since we were kids."

You shake your head, smug and assured, "not at all. And I've never been weird. I was a rough rider," there's a beat of silence before you both are sharing a laugh. It's good being home, you lean to brush your lips against your girlfriend's. It's no surprise her lip balm tastes like chocolate. "That's nice," you whisper, pressing one, two, three kisses on her third eyelid just to prove a point.

She doesn't have to believe you, you tell yourself. You'll believe it enough for the both of you. You being the only person to believe it isn't enough to undo the damage caused by those in Pudding's life. It's a wide Blue Sea out there, you want to say. You'd believe me if you saw what it's all like. No one out there comes even close, you can't bring yourself to say it though. Not when it feels like an empty promise when Pudding has never even sailed on the senior ship of the grand fleet. Leaving this country is a glorified death sentence.

But Lola did it, didn't she?

What's really stopping you from whisking Big Mom's 35th daughter and going somewhere far beyond the borders of Totto Land? Lola left this country with a tiny ship and a rose-hued dream; why can't you?

You're a pirate; someone who takes, takes and takes.

Why let Mama stop you from taking now?

You've never stopped to consider such a thing beforehand. Certainly not when taking from foreign stretches of Big Mom's territories to provide for her tireless sweet tooth.

You're brought out of your thoughts at the feeling of a finger poking against your cheek indignantly. You blink, looking at Pudding's puffed out cheeks and eyes narrowed in suspicion. Even so, her voice is as light. "Are you listening to me? You should get some rest, I'll make you something to eat if you didn't get a chance to-"

"Let's get out of here, Pudding." It's the three-eye hybrid's turn to blink at you with surprise. "Way out of Totto Land. We couldn't do it when we were kids but, we're adults now. We're stronger. And I've been to all of Mama's territories so many times, I could avoid them even without a log pose. So let's just go."

Anywhere that isn't here.

You'll bypass all TARTE Security and sail to seas unknown.

Maybe even leave the Grand Line in its entirety.

Or perhaps you've missed your chance and you should have left with Lola all those years ago.

Either way it's a dream worth betting everything on.

There's no immediate answer from Pudding, nothing verbal at the very least. Her body language is a different story. Body stiff, eyes avoiding your gaze. Out of habit, her hand reaches to cover her third eye and you stop it once again.

"I'm not saying we take off right this second," you add at her hesitance. "But soon while your mother is distracted. I know I'm asking a lot. But you trust me, right?"

"I trust you," she nods lightly, smile small even if her eyes are unsure.

"Then trust me when I say there are plenty of people out there who aren't going to give a rat's ass about your eye," you know that's a task easier said than done. You want her to try all the same. "We are going to go out there and we are going to find a place for ourselves even if we have to go through a Calm Belt."

Pudding can't help giggling, shoulders moving with the sound, "what are you trying to do, have us live among the Kuja?"

"Why don't we?" You follow in her laughter, picturing the Snake Empress. Two runaways from the Big Mom Pirates might be the world's most unappealing offer. If the rumors about her are anything to go off, however, you doubt she'll care much even if you were to tell her your origins. "She won't turn down two strong ladies like ourselves. Watch them not have anywhere close to as skilled a chocolatier as you too."

Somewhere peaceful far from Mama and where Pudding's need to hide part of herself is a thing of the past. The second of the two will take time, but it will be worth the journey getting there.

Brown eyes look at you, round and beautiful, all three of them. "I'll think about it," Pudding promises.

That's all you can ask of her.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years ago

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Liability Part 3

Pairing: College Student!Rafe Cameron x Cousenlor!Reader

Summary: Rafe comes stumbling and stuttering into the Readers workplace unannounced, hammered, and ready to give her a run for her money. Except the night ends with Rafe following her home like a lost puppy.

Warnings: Angst, intoxicated!Rafe, swearing, flirty talking.

Word Count: 4.6k

A/n: I love this part because I love whiney men. So does @tee-swizzle, shoutout to that hottie.

Part 1 ; Part 2

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” I mutter, eyes bulging out of my head as I quickly ring up the customer in front of me with the most sincere smile I can muster. I shove their receipt in their direction before quickly moving to the end of the bar as I reach up to rub my eyes, double checking to see if my eyes are deceiving me.

I watch as Rafe and another man stumble into the bar with wide smiles until they come face to face with my extremely protective bouncer Rob, who happens to be twice the size of both of them. I’m quick to step in between the both of them with a huff, pressing hands against Rafe and Rob’s chests.

“You know this punk?” Rob asks, not bothering to look down at me as he stares Rafe down, thick brows furrowing together as I shove him away. He holds his hands up in surrender as my eyes flicker to Rafe, stomach churning at the boyish smile spread across his cracked lips.

“I counsel this ‘punk’.” I huff, folding my arms over my chest as Rafe grins, head tilting cutely at me.

“Hey doc.” He mutters, gruff voice sending shivers shooting down my spine. There’s a large gash on his cheekbone and a dark bruise forming under his eye, blue eyes ringed with a red tinge and a frown tugs on my lips.

“Rafe, I’m not serving you-”

“He doesn’t need any more.” His friend to the left of him laughs and mutters, ‘Josh’ under his breath, connecting the dots in my own head. The quarterback.

“Any more? He’s been drinking?” I ask, reaching out to wrap my fingers around Rafe’s wrist, pulling him towards me and away from Josh who’s got a shit-eating grin on his lips. He just gives me a dumb shrug and reaches over to pat Rafe who’s dumbstruck eyes are stuck on me.

“I thought that was obvious given the fact he hasn’t been able to look up from your tits.” My knees wobble beneath me and my lips part in quiet shock as I lift my gaze up to look at a blushing Rafe who averts his eyes from me the second I catch him staring. He breathlessly mutters a quiet ‘I’m sorry’ under his breath and he reaches up to rub the back of his neck bashfully.

“Do you want me to remove him?” Rob mutters behind me but I just shake my head, reaching up to fist some of my hair as my mind races with thoughts. I could let him stay, let me stare at me for the rest of the night and be a permanent distraction or I could kick him out and tell him to go sleep it off and tell him that I’ll see him tomorrow.

But the pitiful look he’s giving me, the kicked-puppy, ‘please help me, I’m sorry I’m pissing you off’ look makes me fold almost instantly.

“No- fuck, no. Just…” I pause before shoving a finger into Josh’s chest. “Don’t let him out of your sight. I have customers to take care of.”

It took nearly two hours for Rafe to stop looking at me from across the room, him and Josh tucked safely into a corner booth where Rob can keep an eye on the both of them so I can go about my shift and take care of the desperate and needy customers across the bar.

The amount of people in the small bar has diminished significantly in the last half hour, drunks finding their way to taxi’s or begging their significant others for rides. The only noise now is the sound of snoring coming from the man at the far end of the bar, fingers loosely wrapped around the frosty, yet empty, glass in front of him.

“You are so fucking pretty.” My head snaps up from the sink in front of me to see Rafe gazing at me from across the far, forearms resting against the sticky bar and a dopey smile spreads across his lips.

“You’re so fucking drunk, Rafe.” I laugh, sliding a glass of water towards him and he takes it gladly, sucking down in a moment's notice. He lets out a deep, strained breath, giving me an appreciative nod of approval. I toss a rag over my shoulder and give him a sideways look, almost asking him what he’s doing here but instead he just snaps his fingers and points a finger at me.

“I wanted to tell you, I’m not a manwhore.” He claims with hooded eyes, his words slurring together.

“Oh yeah?” I ask, flattening my palms on the counter in front of me, leaning forward towards him. I can’t ignore the way his eyes venture south the minute the V of my shirt dips as I inch towards him and I also can’t ignore the audible gulp that leaves him at my subtle change of position.

“If I was as skilled as you claim, then I would have no issue talking to you.” He explains but he doesn’t do too good of a job convincing me that he has absolutely no issues talking to me when he’s red in the face and stumbling over his words. Typically, I wouldn’t be able to exploit or point out his awkwardness in our sessions but here? Like Rafe would say, it’s completely off the record.

“Well, we’ve discussed your issues with older women.” I tease, sending him a wink from across the bar, deeming the amount of space between us- the three feet of solid wood- a good enough barrier to keep me from stepping a bit too far over the line.

But what is the line?

Where even is it because as I stare back at him, blue eyes flickering between my own, there’s nothing resembling any sort of boundaries between us other than the bar.

When we’re in sessions together, we flirt, sure, but to have him in my environment where I’m comfortable and confident- it’s a whole other ballgame- a dangerous ballgame. There are no rules here, no one’s looking over my shoulder, no ones mandated to be here.

We’re two consenting adults, out in the world.

“You’re not that older than me and I know for a fact that you think I’m hot.” He states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world (it is, duh) and I can feel heat rising to my cheeks, eyes flickering away from him. “See?”

“Rafe, I’m three years older than you-”

“And that makes you a cougar.” He coos in a teasing voice, pulling a disgusted scoff from me.

“Rafe?” I ask, pouring him another glass of water, handing it to him before pointing to the barstool beside him. He gives it a sideways glance before glancing innocently back up at me as my lips fan out into a strained smile, tired of his accurate, yet annoying, teasing. “Shut up and sit down.”

“Yes ma’am.” He looks a bit like a deflated kicked puppy as he slides down onto the bench, running his fingers down his scalp with a deep breath, cheeks puffed out. He nurses the glass of water for a few minutes, sneaking glances at me as I serve other customers, sending fake smiles their ways before instantly deflating the minute they look away from me.

I feel like I’m babysitting Rafe on top of already babysitting the drunk, fumbling idiots tonight.

When I get a free second, I look up to look for Josh, wondering if he’s sober enough to go home and take Rafe with him or, in the worst case scenario, I could offer the both of them a cab if he’s unable to drive. But when I look over at the booth that the two of them were sitting at, Josh is nowhere to be found and I begin to ask myself the question of why Rafe came up to the bar in the first place if Josh was still here.

“Wait…” I mutter, looking at Rafe with slitted eyes. “Did Josh leave?” I hiss, watching a nervous look pass through his expression and his head tilts to look back at the abandoned booth.

“Yeah, we had a party with one of the sororities. I didn’t want to go, I wanted to come here.” He explains simply, eyes softening as he looks up at me and I pause, heart melting at his sincerity.

He wanted to see me.

“Well that’s sweet, I’ll admit that. But how will you get home?” I quiz, flattening my hands against the bar as Rafe fumbles around in his pockets, brows knitted together, before coming up short.

“Josh has my keys and he drove.”

“Fuck.” I mutter, fisting my hair once more as I look around at the crowd surrounding the bar, waiting for me to take their orders. I send a frantic look to my coworker and she gives me a firm nod before diving into taking orders.

“It’s alright- I’ll figure it out.” He reassures but my head shakes almost immediately, worried that he would try to drive home or find Josh and just get even more drunk. Though I'd rather do my job and see him tomorrow, I'd rather make sure he's safe and not too terribly hung over for our session tomorrow.

“No, I’m not just going to let you wander around aimlessly or let you couch hop.” He pouts at my disagreement, lips parting but I cut him off before he can argue with me. “Just- can you wait till the end of my shift?” I ask with a huff, looking up at the clock behind me to see that I’ve only got about an hour of my shift remaining.

“Why?”

“I’ll take you back to my place.” A few beats pass, hesitancy passing across Rafe's expression as his eyes widen and a look of giddy excitement breaks across his face.

“Can I meet your cats?��

“Yeah honey, you can meet my cats.”

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“I really expected you to be a jeep type of girl. Never would’ve expected an old Ford Bronco, though.” Rafe laughs and pats the hood of my car, fingers trailing slowly against the side as he opens the driver's side door for me. Chivalrous? I slip past him and down into my seat as he bobbles on his feet. “I mean it when I say you just keep getting cooler.” He chuckles, making his way around the car so he can fall down into the passenger seat with a sigh, sucking in a deep breath of air before pressing a hand to his chest.

“Thanks Rafe.” I laugh, starting the car up while stealing glances of him out of the corner of my eyes, worried that he’s suddenly overcome with nausea just by the look on his face. “Stick your head out the window if you’re going to barf.”

“Not going to barf.” He shakes his head, pressing a finger to his lips and he lets out a shameless hiccup. “I have a stomach of steel.” He grumbles through a burp and I roll my eyes, lowering his window a bit as a look of relief passes over him.

“What did you drink anyways?” I ask, pulling away from the bar, leaving all of the stress of the last few hours in my cars wake.

“I just took whatever shot Josh handed me.”

“Well that’s fucking stupid.” I snort, turning the car ever so slowly as Rafe rummages around in my glove box, pulling out a single stick of gun before shoving it into his mouth.

I bite back a giggle, always assuming that Rafe can't get any sillier until he does. It’s wholesome to see him like this- though inconvenient that it’s under the influence of alcohol- it’s nice to see him laid back and playful and not his typical stoic behavior.

“I just needed to let go after my dad left.” He mutters vaguely and all too casually, lips tugging down into a frown and I pause at a stop light, glancing over at him with a frown.

“He came to see you?”

“Yeah. He always knows where to find me. And I think my sister drove him, which is almost worse.” My brows furrow at the thought of Wheezie being behind something that caused Rafe so much physical and mental pain but he just shakes his head, waving my concerns off. “Sarah, not Wheezie.”

“So you do have other siblings.” I ask, heart thumping wildly against my ribs at the thought of him potentially opening up to me more and more, etching at his intoxicated walls with ease.

“Sober me would not be chill with drunk me giving out this information for free.” He tuts with a smirk, sticking his nose out the window to breathe in the fresh air as the green light in front of us reflects on his face.

“Is Sarah a daddy's girl?”

“To a pitiful fault.” He scoffs, jaw tensing hard and his eyes flutter shut. “He’d do anything for her.”

“What about your mom?” He shakes his head almost immediately as the world leaves my lips and I frown, heart hurting in my chest once more. His story just keeps getting sadder and sadder. “Oh.”

“I have a Rose. My stepmom from hell who hates just about everyone but my dad.” He grits, the frowns on both of our faces only deepening as he peers over at me, sensing the tension that’s swarming between us in the car.

“So you really just have Wheezie, huh?” I ask but he just shakes his head, snapping himself out of his gloomy mood, hand reaching over to clasp my free hand that’s not on the wheel, my heart aching for a completely different reason now.

“And you.” He whispers nervously, his eyes not meeting mine as he stares out the window.

“I meant like your family.”

“I know.” How fucking sweet is that?

Did Rafe just acknowledge me as someone he considers family? Yes. Am I going to bring it up later when he’s stone cold sober and can’t avoid me? For fucking sure, you betcha.

“I see you more and talk to you more than any of them, including Wheezie.” He explains, fingers still linked with mine as if they’ve belonged there the whole night and I don’t make any effort to push him away, instead I just squeeze his hand as I turn the corner, hiding my stupid smile as best as I can.

“That’s kind of sweet.” I whisper but it goes over his head, drunken eyes locked on me, stuck on me, as his tongue sweeps out across his lips. “I’m gonna bully sober you for this.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too.”

By the time we get to my apartment building, I’m itching to ask him who caused the deep bruises on his face and who’s caused all of his emotional turmoil that I’ve gathered since the start of our sessions months ago.

If anything that he told me about his family is true, I can guess who it is but to hear him say it would open the door for me to ask more about his dad.

He seems relaxed, tucked into the heated seat beneath him as his eyes follow all of the lights passing outside the car, a drunk, calm smile on his lips. I don’t want to ruin the moment but a part of me feels that, if I don’t ask now, I won’t have the opportunity to ask again.

“Who beat the shit out of you, Rafe?” I ask, parking the car and unbuckling before turning to look at him, his expression dropping in the dim light coming from my apartment building. He pauses, lip tucking between his with a sigh and he reaches up to run his hand along his scalp.

“Good ol’ dad.” He mutters sarcastically and I reach out to tilt his chin towards me so I can get a better look at his cuts and bruises, my heart aching painfully in my chest at the thought of him hurting.

“Your dad did this?” I ask, fingers lingering briefly on his jaw but he just bats me away, brows lifting as a scoff escapes him.

“Big shock, I know.”

“Why?” I ask, ignoring his sass, settling my hands in my lap so I don’t reach out to him once more but- the truth is- I want nothing more than to reach out to him, to wrap my arms around him in the small space of my car, to engulf him in a hug that manages to take all of his pain away.

But instead, I stick to myself.

“He found out about my mandatory sessions with you from a text with Wheezie.” He admits, sucking in a deep breath of air before shrugging. “I-I don’t blame her, ya know? She’s just a kid.”

“Rafe…” I whisper, catching his attention and his eyes flicker up to mine, brows briefly pulling together as if my worry confuses him. Maybe he’s never had anyone worry about him before.

“What?” He asks, pausing briefly but, after a moment, a look of realization passes across his expression and a small bashful laugh leaves him. “Oh, it’s fine, sweetheart. I can take it.” He brushes me off, but the smile on his lips is nothing but pained and, if I stare long enough, I can see tears pooling in his eyes.

“I don’t doubt that, I just-” I hesitate, not wanting to make him more upset or start an argument with him when he’s already reeling and intoxicated. “Should I be worried?”

“If you want to be.” He laughs, giving me a sad smile as his head leans back against the headrest, soft eyes flickering back and forth between mine.

“Do you want me to worry about you?” I ask and it seems to be the breaking point for him because he sniffles and gives me a small nod, reaching up to dig his fists into his eyes, rubbing away his tears.

“It would be nice for someone to.”

——

“This is cute.” Rafe mutters, stepping into my apartment as I lock the door behind us, kicking my shoes off to the side as he wanders around. “I thought there’d be more plants.” He laughs, finger poking at a fake plant on my dining room table, red eyes flickering back to me. “Your office has a lot of plants.”

“I can’t keep plants alive for the life of me.” I giggle, pinching the plant to show him how fake it is and his head dips back in laughter, his blushing cheeks seen in the dim light above him. I sway awkwardly for a moment as he leans against my counter, eyes trailing over me. There’s a weight to his gaze, one that makes me want to curl in on myself and hide from him but I can’t move.

“That’s ironic since your job is to talk a bunch of morons out of killing themselves.” He teases, kicking off of my counter to step up to me, my own feet walking backwards until I hit the wall. He doesn’t stop until our toes touch and the air sucks from my lungs at his proximity and, with there no longer being a bar between us, keeping us apart from one another, it’s game on. Who’ll break first. “You’re so pretty.” His voice cracks, fingers brushing against mine.

“Rafe-” I start but the words fall flat, stuck on the tip of my tongue and my mind blanks as his blue eyes flicker back and forth between mine, hanging onto every potential word that can leave my lips. He looks just so ready for me to talk to him, for me to open up, to step over the obvious line I’ve drawn between us but now that line is just muddled and broken.

“This is off the record.” He whispers, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake as he brushes them up my arm, all the way up to my cheek. His hand splays across my cheek, cool palm against my heated skin and I gasp, heart stopping in my chest. He’s never been this close, he’s never touched me for this long and now that he is, there’s a part of me that never wants to let him go. “I think you’re so beautiful.” Even if I tried, I can’t seem to bite back the grin that spreads across my lips and my hands reach up to fist his shirt in my hands, grounding myself to him and reality. This has to be a dream, some twisted, fucked up fantasy that my brains created. He’s been all I’ve thought about for the last three months, how could I not see him in nearly everything I do.

But this isn’t a dream, not with the way that he’s looking at me, not with the weight of his hand against my cheek and the way his thumb drags over the crease beside my eye- he’s here, though he reeks like alcohol, he’s here.

“And I could go on and on for hours about what I think about you. B-But I wanna know what you think about me.”

“Why?” His hand trails, moving to rest on my shoulder and my knees wobble as his thumb brushes against my collarbone, shamelessly dipping under the neckline of my shirt. His eyes don’t move from mine though, even with his fingers dancing across my bare skin, he wants nothing more than to capture every fleeting, flustered look passing through my gaze as I stare up at him.

“I read somewhere, uh, that people who are abused as kids crave validation when they’re older.” He stutters out, eyes finally breaking from mine to follow the tips of his fingers as he traces along my skin.

“So you want validation?” I ask, hands splaying flat against his chest, attempting to put some distance between us so I can focus on the weight of his words because I can’t seem to think straight with him this close to me, practically breathing in every choked exhale that escapes me. “About what?”

“Anything and everything.”

“You’re a needy drunk, Rafe.” I giggle, attempting to be playful but my expression drops as he leans in close to me, nose brushing against mine.

“You have no clue.” I would usually make fun of him for sounding so pathetic but the way that his words almost sound like he’s begging and, if I didn’t know him better than that, I’d say that’s exactly what he’s doing. His eyes, though hooded, are focused on me and his lip is jutted out in a small pout. His hand trails down to rest on my waist, fingers slipping beneath my shirt to rest on my bare waist and a shiver runs down my spine.

“You really want to fix that whole paygrade predicament don’t you?” I ask, letting myself go just enough to slide my hands up the expanse of his chest to rest on his shoulders, fingers briefly squeezing the tense muscles that seem to relax under my touch.

“Desperately.” He whispers. “I wanna know shit about you- and, I know, Wheezie told me to go about this a little more sober and a bit less, uh, needy. But, without alcohol, I genuinely can’t talk to you, face to face, I-I mean.” He rambles, sucking in a big gulp of air.

“How drunk are you?” I ask, biting at my bottom lip and he grins handsomely.

“Drunk enough.” I pause, collecting my thoughts as he waits patiently, hanging onto every breath that escapes me as his hand slips further beneath my shirt, moving to trail his fingers along my spine, pulling me impossibly closer to him. With our chests pressed together, it’s even harder to think and I feel myself in a comfortable state of claustrophobia.

“I think you’re wildly intelligent.” I whisper, hand snaking around the back of his neck to drag my fingers along his scalp, pulling a low groan from him. A car passes by my window, illuminating Rafe’s face for a moment and, if I would’ve blinked or glanced away, I would’ve missed the small blush that dances across Rafe’s skin. “And I think you’re wildly handsome.”

“You already told me I’m handsome though.” He whines with a playful smile, leaning down to press a simple kiss to my cheek, the action making my stomach flip in all different sorts of directions, my head spinning and my eyes shamelessly flutter shut.

“Well, what do you wanna know?” I ask, head thumping against the wall as his lips travel down my jaw, barely kissing me but instead just skimming along my skin until his nose brushes against the shell of my ear. My lip slips between my teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood but it’s the only way I can keep the plethora of noises that desperately wish to escape me.

“If you feel the same way when we’re in the same room together?”

I know I should push him away, tell him and his husky voice to leave me alone and that this shouldn’t be happening between us, that we shouldn’t be flirting and letting this come between his possible healing but I can’t seem to get myself to the point where I actually say stop because no part of me actually wants him to stop.

“How?” I ask but I know exactly what he means because I’m feeling it- feeling him- right now.

“Like you have bugs crawling under your skin, o-or like your heart is beating so hard that it feels like it could break your ribs.” There’s a grin in his voice, I can hear it as he speaks and his hand coming to rest on my cheek again forces my eyes open so I can gaze up at him, feeling so small in his grasp. “Like you could just lean over the table and…” He trails off, eyes flickering briefly down to my lips and I pause for a moment, brain fogging over as I’m completely and utterly consumed by the fact that he could kiss me right now- he could do worse than kiss me- and I would do nothing about it.

“And what-”

“I really wanna kiss you right now.” He pleads, slotting his leg between mine as I let him hold me against the wall behind us, and I find myself nodding before I can even get the words out. I’ve never wanted anyone to kiss me more than right now- all of my other kisses have been fleeting, one night stands, random guys from college kissing me in the middle of a frat party- but nothing has ever felt like this. The anticipation, the waiting, the mutual need to just be close to one another- it’s sickening in all of the best ways.

Ways I never thought I would experience.

“Rafe.” I moan, nails dragging against his scalp and he groans, chest rumbling as his fingers push my hair behind my ears before using his thumbs to tilt my chin so his lips are only inches from mine.

“Please let me kiss you. You can be mad at me tomorrow when I’m sober.” God, he said please.

“I-” I pause, throwing caution out the window. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He asks with a timid laugh, wide eyes almost double checking that I actually agreed, scared to do anything without my complete and utter consent. “Fuck, okay.”

He’s slower than I would’ve anticipated, blue eyes not closing until the last minute when his lips touch mine in a gentle peck, testing the waters before diving back in. His strong hand against my cheek leads the kiss and I let him, letting my body curve into his as he dips me gently over his forearm that’s snaked around my waist. He feels nervous, heart pounding against his chest so hard that I can feel it against my own ribs- or maybe it’s just my own heart racing. He hums quietly and goes to pull away but I don’t let him get far, chasing his lips desperately, clinging to him now that I finally have him so close. He lets out a shocked moan as I deepen the kiss, tongue skimming against his lower lip, tasting the alcohol on his tongue as a shameless giggle leaves me.

His forehead rests against mine as we catch our breath, his eyes still shut and I allow mine to sweep over his expression, loving the soft smile on his lips that grows with every peck that I place on his lips. He looks so tired all of a sudden, the deep bruise under his eye worsening with every passing moment but he doesn’t seem to mind the cut on his lip anymore even though it’s open and bleeding once more. His tongue sweeps out, a small hiss leaving him at the taste of blood and his eyes finally open. A green film passes across his expression and I find myself pushing him away from me as he sucks in a deep breath.

“If you’re going to throw up, please don’t do it in my mouth.” I giggle but he just sways on his feet, hands reaching out to my hips to settle himself.

“I need to sleep.” He mutters, reaching up to rub his eyes like a sleepy child, a loud yawn leaving him as I reach out to pat his chest, wrapping an arm around him to help him over to my couch. He’s passed out the minute his head hits the pillow and I let out a deep sigh, reaching out to pull a blanket off of the back of the couch, wrapping it around him the best I can as he snores quietly, a small smile still on his lips.

Well fuck, if this isn't a Title X form waiting to happen.

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#rafe #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #the outer banks #the outer banks fic

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eustasscapitankid · 1 month ago

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Eustass Kid x Roronora Zoro Challenge: Kikitober 2024 "Night" Rating: Teen & Up Warnings: None Tags: Alchohol, Competition, Drinking Contest, Lowkey Rivals to Lovers Summary: There's more than one way to fight. Word Count: 777

"More violent, more violent, all consuming."

After battle, the silence is deafening. Celebrations numb the feeling, keeping it at bay until you find yourself alone. Or passed out. Everyone else was, in fact, already passed out. Except for two.

The creaking of wood and metal fill the air. A full moon provides the only light on the beach. Waves lap at the underside of three boats docked together. An uncomfortable peace hangs in the atmosphere. The kind only found in the empty space after war.

Zoro raises his tokkuri to his lips. The last swill of sake fills his mouth with it’s sweet taste that turns bitter, realizing it’s now empty. Lifting himself from his seat, he meanders toward the gangway. Surely there’s gotta be more alcohol around here somewhere. Trudging to the beach, empty flask in hand, he ticks his head. A thrum in the distance tells him that someone’s awake.

If they’re awake and playing music...maybe they have tome liquor to spare. Whoever it was. He shuffles along the beach toward the beats. As he approaches the Victoria Punk the sounds clear, the distinct grind of rock meets his ears. The swordsman contemplates for a moment before deciding to board the ship. A large, red-haired man sits alone on the deck. Eustass Kid. Not his choice in usual company. Not that any of the Kid Pirates were—but he was on a mission.

“Hey—!”

“What are you doing on my ship Roronora?!”

“Relax, I was just looking for some alcohol,” he says shaking the empty tokkuri above his head, “I’m all out. I just happened to hear someone up here and thought maybe they wouldn’t mind sharing.”

“And why would I share my brew with a Straw Hat?”

“Oh? Afraid I’ll drink you under the table Jaggy?” he says teasingly, taunting him further by using Luffy’s nickname for the large man in front of him.

“Tch!” Kid scoffs as he shoves a drink in his hands. This man can in fact, not resist a challenge.

Unyielding, the two men drink heartily. Unwilling to be out done by the other. Throwing jabs at each other and talking shit, the tension only escalates. Unsurprisingly this results in a brawl. Zoro insisting he doesn’t need his swords to beat the hot head. Kid convinced not only does he not need his devil fruit abilities—but he only requires a single arm.

The fight continues to escalate in a flurry of fists. Each landing and avoiding hits respectively as they perform this dance. Even Kid seems almost graceful when he’s fighting like this...in his own way. That is until Wire emerges from his cabin, climbing up to the deck in search of his captain to berate him for being too noisy again (this is a constant occurrence). Drunk and distracted by the towering man, Eustass makes a misstep—falling on top of Zoro in the process who, had a hard time predicting the sudden break in confident movement displayed by the pirate he had been fighting.

“Can you two be any louder?” he remarks, more a warning than a question. He turns on his heels and ducks back into the ship.

Kid and Zoro turn back to each other simultaneously a grin spreading upon Eustass’ face as he realizes his position, still pinning him to the ground. “Does this mean I’ve won?”

The swordsman eye’s narrow, “Get off me.”

“Not until you’ve admit I won,” kid taunts.

“As if,” Roronora mutters in return as his muscles tense under the weight of Kid’s body, grabbing at his arm and shoulder in an attempt to shove him off again. One of his wrists are quickly grabbed, ripping his grip from the red-head’s shoulder and pinning it the ground above his head. In an instant, the tension shifts. Their faces suddenly even closer than they were moments before. That ringing silence only found after a battle returns. Their heart beats pound in their chests, drowning out the music playing on the Victoria Punk. Green Eyes locked onto amber beads, the argument now twisting into something else entirely. Neither dare to move. Both find themselves unable to speak. A certain rarity for Kid.

Without thinking, Zoro closes the distance. Shifting his hand to lace through crimson locks he pulls the man on top of him into a bruising kiss. A fight of lips and tongues. Panting and out of breath, they pull away from each other—lips swollen and faces flush.

“You call that fighting Roronora?”

Zoro grins up at the hulking man still pinning him to the ground beneath his body and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Shut up and do it again.”

#img src: One Piece - E1079: The Morning Comes! Luffy and the Others Rest!#kikitober2024 #night #one piece #fan fic #one piece fanfiction #eustass kid x roronora zoro #kid x zoro #roronora zoro x eustass kid #my fic #Spotify

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icycoldninja · 9 months ago

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(dmc) if the gangs signature swords were turned into humans for a day, what do you think they'd be like?

Excellent notion, I'm glad you brought it to me.

If the DMC boys' swords were human headcannons!

🔥Devil Sword Dante 🔥

(Idk if this is classified as his signature sword since he has a lot of those, but since this one has his name in it I'm gonna write about it)

-Devil Sword Dante would manifest in the form of an old, yet muscular, ex-rockstar-hobo-looking dude, aesthetically similar to Dante.

-He would wear a punk leather jacket with a red undershirt that reads "Let's Rock Bitches" and would possibly have a long scraggly wizard beard, a bandana, and maybe even an electric guitar strapped to his back.

-He and Dante would shake hands, bump fists, then declare each other BBFLs (Best Bros For Life)

-They would immediately trash Devil May Cry by throwing a massive pizza party and rock out so hard the windows blow up because of the sound waves radiating from their electric guitars.

-These two would singlehandedly buy and eat up all the pizza from their local Pizzahut.

-At the end of the day, Dante and Devil Sword Dante would bro-hug and bid each other farewell. Devil Sword Dante promises to fight alongside Dante for the rest of his days while Dante promises to take good care of him when he's not in use.

-Dante secretly wishes he could turn the sword back into a uuman, permanently, because it feels like he just lost the closest, greatest friend he'd ever made.

❄️ The Yamato ❄️

-The Yamato would become the essence of motivation itself: It would manifest as a Vergil clone.

-The only difference is that this clone is mute, and does not speak, and that his arms and legs are actually blades.

-Vergil may have been frowning on the outside when he met the human manifestation of his sword, but he was smiling in the inside.

-The Yamato has no emotions, but it has motivation. Though it couldn't speak, it motivated Vergl to do things like beat up his deadweight child again he would have never dreamed of doing until now.

-Because The Yamato doesn't speak, Vergil finds the peace and quiet (a very rare occurrence until now) incredibly calming.

-He doesn't exactly miss The Yamato when it returns to sword form, but he does have a renewed respect for it. To him, it is no longer just a sword; it is a part of him.

🟥 Red Queen 🟥

-Unlike the first two swords, Red Queen does not manifest as an adult human. It manifests as a child.

-This kid is exuberant, loud, and has a penchant for mischief. Nero has his hands full, chasing it around and trying to keep it from hurting itself.

-The kid somehow conjured up some crayons and markers and began drawing all over the walls of Devil May Cry and Nero and Kyrie's house. Eventually, Nero nabs the little gremlin and takes him back to his home, where Kyrie cooks up a massive meal for it.

-Nero is exhausted after just 1 hour of dealing with this menace, but at the same time, it's growing on him. He even gave the kid a name: Little Monster.

-When Little Monster eventually has to return to sword form, it gives Nero a big leg-hug and says goodbye, saying it had a lot of fun and that it wishes they could play again sometime.

-Nero is more than happy to have that little troll gone, he kinda misses it, after a little while. Ah well, at least now he's prepared for parenthood.

#Dmc #Dmc5 #Dmc5 dante #Dmc5 Nero #dmc5 vergil #Devil may cry #Devil may cry 5 #Devil may cry imagine #Headcannons #My theory #icycoldninja writes #Requested #thanks for requesting

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the-kr8tor · 6 months ago

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Random movie Hobie headcanons I've had for some time;

(small tw: Hobie's trauma/PTSD+ angst tbh)

IF YOU THOUGHT YOU NEEDED THERAPY LAST TIME JUST WAIT FOR THIS ONE <3

-Love fish and chips, will absolutely NOT eat it with lemon (wrong opinion) and is a vinegar type of man. He will genuinely look at you with DISGUST if you squeeze lemon on your beer battered fried cod.

-Owns a turntable! Probably a radio and multiple other music related things in general. Would learn how to scratch old radiography acetates (X-ray's) into vinyls (an actual thing that was done in Russia as part of the punk movement! Fun fact)

-I can imagine that since he's lived in poverty he doesn't actually like sharing his food, especially with how sad his backstory is. Hell he might not even eat in front of you for a good bit until he genuinely gets comfortable with it all. Starting with eating snacks to full meals next to you, not scared that you might steal it away or yell at him anymore. He comes to understand that maybe he just needed someone to understand him

-All to say I imagine him with PTSD, he has nightmares on some nights. At first he refused to tell you why but as he went on...he just felt the need to tell you. To express himself and tell you how bad he feels, how his soul feels torn apart and shattered. You still think that even with all the pieces of glass on the floor you can help him recuperate so he can make himself back into the beautiful mosaic he is. Something unbroken, something breathtaking and shining. You hope he realizes he's perfect

-He doesn't yell at home, that's one thing you come to find out. His footsteps are light even with his long and slender frame you thought he'd make more noise. But he walks like he's not there. It's enough to break your heart when you see him crying over a broken glass as he whispers soothing words to himself.

-His inner child needs a hug, hell HE needs a hug as he is now. He needs comfort, he needs trust and he needs to be able to open up. He's so strong, like obsidian. Sharp and straight edged. But he'd be lying if he said he doesn't feel weak sometimes.

-I think it's safe to say that he has very few objects left from his childhood. He holds on to his mother's necklace, hiding it away in his house boat to make sure no one finds it. He has a certain anxiety with the thought that someone will steal his very last few possessions that remain from when he was nothing but a loving and trusting kid. A kid who had it bad. And you help ease him into a sense of security again, gently and very softly guiding him through it.

-He wouldn't be fully ashamed of his emotions but he hates crying in front of anyone. He fears he'll get mocked, that you'll laugh at him even if all he knows from you is kindness and soft tender words. There are times when he freezes up, his fists curled up and shaking. He tries his best to avoid crying in front of you but he ends up tearing up as you ask him what's wrong, holding his face in your hands.

-🪦

And here I thought the bonnie and clyde one hits hard 😭😭😭

This one went from being so cute to dread

Poor Hobie 😭😭😭😭😭 i wanna hug him and tell him everything is alright

#ask answered #hobie thoughts #🫶🫶🫶#🪦 anon

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call-sign-shark · 1 year ago

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The Blue Hurricane and the Mustache Man|| Modern! Arthur Shelby x Reader

Summary: Arthur almost regretted his decision to accommodate you that time he was shaving and you decided to mess with him... MASTERLIST.

general context: He's a former soldier and a drug addict trying to get better. You are an unhinged punk girl living in the streets. You weren't supposed to meet... And now Arthur's fate and yours are forever entangled.

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TW: Mention of drug use and craving, PTSD but otherwise it's funny and cute

Notes: This work is related to Pop Goes the Rat, which explains how Arthur and Reader met, as well as the whole context behind this Modern AU. However, you can read the two-part separately.

1 # The Mustache Man

“Hey old dog! Where are the ice cubes?”

You yelled from the kitchen, standing in front of the open fridge as you looked for the ingredients to make a fresh homemade lemonade. The fact remained that no one answered you. No reply. You closed the fridge and walked to the corridor, “Arthur?” You reiterated, louder, but only silence answered your call. Now you were sincerely pissed — why couldn’t he answer? After all, he was shaving in the bathroom at the end of the corridor, not in the garden or something. That was how you decided to burst the bathroom door open with one kick. Arthur jumped at the sudden loud noise, causing his razor to slip and cut his cheeks.

“Aouchhhh.” He hissed through gritted teeth.

“Hey fucker, care to reply?” You attacked him, your tiny fists on your hips, a cherry lollipop between your teeth, and the most angry pout you could make etched on your juvenile face. The soldier turned around and glared at you. He had still a bit of shaving cream from here and there on his face.

“Can‘t leave me alone for ten fookin’ minutes eh?!”

“Where are the ice cubes?” You asked, teeth bared.

“In the bloody fridge, ye stupid brat! And, God! How many times should I tell ye to put some fookin’ clothes on?!” Arthur grunted, noticing you were only wearing an oversized t-shirt and black panties. Nothing else.

“Hey. It’s not my fault if the temperatures are intense! Even my freakin’ vagina is sweating!” You exclaimed.

Arthur looked at you with a half-confused and half-desperate look on his face before shaking his head. Okay, you were definitely bonkers. Straight out of the local mental hospital, he thought. Then, he noticed a second detail that made him frown, “Wait. Is that me t-shirt?”

“… Eeeeh. No?”

“You stole one of me shirts.” He stated, “You live in me house for free and you steal me clothes… I swear I’m within an inch of kicking you rat ass.” He growled, before focusing back on shaving his beard all the while mumbling and cursing you, “Fookin’ kid who annoys me the hell out… Should have let ye sleep outside, should have never welcomed ye here I swear you’re such a pain in the ass, running half naked, stealing shits, and sleeping in me bloody bed.” He stopped rambling when he realized you were still here, staring at him with your eyes squinted and your blue-haired head slightly tilted on the side, “What’s wrong with ye, stinky rat? Wanna fight?!” He barked, a bit more aggressively than he attended.

“You’re forgetting plenty of hairs. And you're holding it wrong — see? You’ve plenty of small cuts on your ugly-ass face.” You said, your tone quieter than it was one minute ago.

“Can’t you mind your own business, eh?”

“Tsss! Lemme do it.” You did not let him have the time to react nor to truly understand your suggestion — and you did not care. What you did though was to grab him by the arm and force him to sit on the toilet lids.

“What are ye doing?!”

“Ah! Shut up Arthur! Shut the fuck up and stay still.” You scolded him. At first, he wanted to push you and tell you to go screw yourself, but words choked in his tight throat the moment you sat on his lap and straddled him, the weight of your small body pressing against his. Before he could even realize what was happening, you snatched the razor from him with one hand and grabbed him by the chin with the other. Arthur’s wide-opened eyes finally met yours, “There.” You finally said with a surprisingly soft voice he did not expect to hear from your foul mouth. You started to shave him, not minding the astounded expression on his face.

Surprisingly enough, the way the blade slid on his skin was so smooth he didn’t feel anything. Arthur relaxed a little bit. His brows frowned slightly as he observed you from that close. His steel-blue irises, hardened by the war and one suicide attempt, captured every tiny detail of your broken-doll face: the shape of your eyes, the juicy flesh of your lips as well as the black stains of your slightly runny makeup... Arthur sighed, his blazing breath caressing your skin. At one point, you almost lose your balance, though.

“Hey careful! Yer not a fookin’ Peaky Blinders! Don’t cut me face with blade nor slit me bloody throat!”

"Oopsie?"

"She almost sliced me and she says "hihi oopsie", tsss..."

It was how the soldier came to the conclusion that holding your hips to keep you stable was a good idea. A weird wave of warmth blossomed in your stomach when his large and strong hands grabbed you firmly, but still, you decided to ignore it.

“Okay, I’m almost done.” You put the razor in the sink and grabbed a towel to clean Arthur’s face. Once everything was done, you pressed an annoying kiss on his cheek —he growled in response— and stood up. Somehow, he was a bit disappointed when your body left his. Still, you took two steps back to admire your masterpiece with the biggest and sharkiest smile plastered on your bratty face, “Hey Arthur. Nice mustache.” You blurted out.

“What? OH! DON’T TELL ME YE DID THIS!” Arthur almost jumped from the toilet lid to check his face in the mirror. With one panicked hand, he started to pat his cheek while his piercing steel blue eyes looked at the horrible thing you had left under his nose, “WHAT THE FOOK.”

You burst into a crazy ass laughter, delighted by the way he reacted to his new style.

“Shave it off! Shave this awful mustache off! Look at me face?!” He turned to you and grabbed you by the shoulder a bit too fiercely, "I look like a fookin' grandpa!"

“Okay okay, calm down fucker! Imma shave it. You’re so boring!” You complained, rolling your eyes and stomping the floor with your bare feet to show your discontent, "So boooring!" You reiterated. Looking forward to getting rid of the mustache, he sat a second time and let you straddle him but this time, his arms locked around your waist so strongly you could not help but yelp in surprise, “The hell you’re doing?!”

“Ain’t gonna let you go as long as you don’t shave the mustache.” The gravel in his voice was highlighted with genuine military authority, "So hurry the fuck up before I smash yer head against the wall."

“Alright, no need to be so mean.” Resigning yourself, you grabbed the razor for a second time. You were about to shave him when you stopped in the middle of your motion to look him right in the eyes though. With your brows slightly frowned, you brought your face so close to his that the top of your noses bumped together. Arthur, stunned, stopped breathing. He wanted to say something but the thing is he could not — his words didn’t want to leave his throat, petrified by the proximity between you. And, somehow, his soul didn’t want you to back off.

Silence fell above the bathroom as your little and cold fingers grazed his upper lips.

Boom. Boom.

The beating of his heart quickened for each time your skin brushed his, he would feel a surge of electricity running his whole body. Had her perfume always been so sweet? He thought. Arthur gathered all his strength to focus on something else but he could not — his steel blue irises inevitably fell on your slightly parted lips, between which he could see your tongue playing with the lollipop. A shaky breath escaped from his mouth. Gosh… How bad he wanted to kiss you. To taste the sugar of the candy straight from your flesh.

“You should keep it.” Your voice snatched him from his thoughts.

“Eh?” Arthur said, blinking several times to get a grip on himself.

“You should really keep the ‘stache.”

“Go fook yourself baby doll, I ain’t keeping it!” He grunted, showing his teeth like a wounded wolf. Baby doll — it had escaped from his mouth before he could even realize it

“But it suits you well! I mean, I did it as a joke but it looks really good on you!!”

“You kid me right?” He raised a brow, “No way.”

“Ohhhh please!! Pretty please Arthur, pleasepleaseplease!” You begged, suddenly bouncing on his lap, “pleaaaase! I'll be super nice and quiet for a whole day if you keep it just a lil' while!”

Another surge. Arthur's jaw clenched, the movements of your body making erotic thoughts dawn in his mind. “STOP THAT, EH.” He tightened his grip on your hips to keep you from moving, his cheeks burning all of sudden for blood had rushed to his face. The soldier let out an angry sigh and looked at you, sighing. To be true, he had tried to send you off — he had really tried his best, but there was something in your adorable pout and your big shiny smile that got him on his knees, and it frustrated him even more. As annoying as you were, he couldn’t refuse you anything because he ultimately liked the way your beautiful eyes lightened up when you smiled — or the melody of your bratty laugh, “Alright…”

“So you’re keeping it?! Really??”

“Just for the week-end. Off the 'stache goes after this delay. Got it?" He grunted, one brow raised.

"Got it. I'll obey your orders" You whispered, your fingers losing themselves in his slicked-back hair, " You know why?"

"Hm?"

"Because you're fookin' Peaky Blinders." You teased.

"... Get fucked."

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capypub · 1 year ago

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The Ex - Mafia!Joel Miller Extended Scene

Part of my AU Mafia!Joel Miller x OFC Series

Without Warning Masterlist

Rating: 18+ (swearing, allusions to smut but no actual smut, brief mentions of drugs)

Summary: Joel takes his girl out to dinner. Her ex-boyfriend happens to be bartending. Joel asserts his dominance.

AN: Again, big thanks to @diversemediums for their prompts!

When Ethan raved about some new steakhouse that opened up downtown, Joel saw it as the perfect opportunity to treat his girl after a stressful couple weeks.

She had a break between the spring and summer semester, a much needed one that. He came home on a Friday afternoon and told her to get ready, that he’d be taking her out on a date. She didn’t refuse or question him either, excited at the prospect of going out to dinner with him, doing something together after he’d been gone for a couple days doing business in Dallas.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, baby,” he nearly growled in her ear, fisting the material of her little black dress at her hips.

“Joel, dinner,” she reminded him with a soft laugh as he began to kiss along the curve of her neck, lips wet and hungry.

“We got time,” he muttered, one of his large hands slipping between her thighs to rub over her clit.

“Joel, I swear,” she gasped, grinning as he stroked her clit through her panties with rough fingers.

“Swear all you want, baby, lemme hear it,” he grunted, his smile evident in his tone as gripped her shoulder and turned her around to face him.

She rolled her eyes, smiling as she took his hand and tugged him towards the door. “I’m hungry.”

“I got somethin’ to fill you up,” he remarked without skipping a beat, smirking as he reached around to grope her ass with a low, rumbling chuckle.

She laughed, shaking her head as he dipped his head down to kiss her again, one final attempt at getting her to give in before they left.

The restaurant was crowded when they arrived. Thankfully they were only late by ten minutes and Joel seemed intimidating enough in stature that the host didn’t argue about seating them. Once seated near the bar, Joel pulled Indi’s chair closer to his at the small, round table, so both their backs were to the wall, allowing them the view of the whole restaurant from their corner.

“That’s a nice touch,” she said with a giggle, pointing at the giant metal longhorn statue near the entrance of the restaurant, propped up on a platform with a plaque in front of it.

Joel scoffed lightly, his arm around the back of her chair. “S’alright,” he muttered, bringing his glass of whiskey to his lips.

Their waiter was fast, attentive, but also knew to leave them alone for the most part. Indi figured it must be because of Joel’s intimidating scowl, one always directed at others but never at her.

“Hey, this kid keeps lookin’ at you,” Joel said lowly after they had ordered. “You know ‘m?”

She looked up at him, having been too distracted by the decor of the restaurant to feel anyone’s eyes before following his gaze to the bar. Joel seemed to be glaring at the bartender. The bartender was casting long glances at Indi.

“Oh…” she choked, her back stiffening as she realized who she was looking at. “Oh shit.”

“Who is that, darlin’?” Joel asked again.

“Um…th-that’s my…” she chuckled nervously, anxiety filling her stomach as she kept glancing over at the bartender. “Remember when I said I used to date a drug dealer?” she asked quietly, leaning close to him. “That’s him.”

Joel stared at her for a long moment, his brain short-circuiting for a minute as it tried to process the fact that he was currently sitting in the same room as his fiance’s ex-boyfriend. From the few things she’s mentioned about him throughout their relationship, a no good punk ex-boyfriend at that.

“That’s him?”

She nodded slowly, watching closely for his reaction. “What’s his name?”

“Joel,” she sighed, shaking her head in exasperation, “don’t start.”

“Name, darlin,” he demanded, keeping his voice low, but his tone left no room for argument.

“Joel,” she insisted.

“Don’t make me ask you again, sweetheart…I have no problem tyin’ you up tonight for makin’ me repeat myself,” he warned, leaning in close, his lips brushing her earlobe as he practically growled his threat at her.

She gripped his forearm with a shiver, that tone immediately sending a wave of desire between her legs. He chuckled, already knowing the effect he was having, reading her desire like an open book. “I’m waitin’, sugar,” he drawled, bringing his free hand up to caress her jaw, his thumb brushing her lower lip as she shuddered against his touch.

“Derek,” she sighed, blinking slowly up at her fiance, brain already beginning to shut off and fully submit to him.

“Thank you, baby, that’s all I needed to know,” he cooed at her, his dark tone vanished, replaced with a gentle warmth.

He drops the topic after that. Joel does an excellent job of keeping his girl focussed on him and their date, engaging her in conversation about things he knew would keep her talking, keep her smiling at him. All the while, he would sneak glances at the kid behind the bar, who still blatantly stared at their table as he worked. It annoyed him, but not to the point he felt he needed to act.

And then his phone vibrated in his pocket. “Fuck, it’s Tess. Give me a minute, baby, I’m sorry,” he sighed, scooting his chair back to step away.

“It’s fine, Joel,” she insisted, continuing to eat as he walked towards the men’s bathroom, bringing the phone up to his ear.

Joel had been gone all of ten seconds before Derek approached their table, hands in his pockets, smelling like stale alcohol and a hint of weed.

“Hey Indi,” he greets her with a smirk. “What do you want?” she sighed, having a feeling this might happen if Joel left her side.

“That’s your new dude?” he asked, shifting his weight to one side as his eyes trailed down to her chest.

“Yes, that’s my fiance actually, so get lost,” she declared, bringing her wine glass to her lips.

“You know who that is right?” Derek continued with a low chuckle and a shake of his head. “You thought I was into some shit, baby, that’s the kingpin of the whole city…”

“So you’re still dealing, then?” she muttered, setting her glass down slowly.

He shrugged, trying to appear confident and nonchalant. “Not like I used to, only the natural stuff now.”

She didn’t believe him for a second. “That’s great, you can leave now,” she huffed, her eyes sharp as she glared at him.

“Damn girl, chill out. Just tryin’ have a conversation with you. You know, catch up,” he insisted with a flirtatious grin.

“That’s not a good idea,” she stated, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed across her chest.

“Come on, babe, you know we had fun,” he cooed at her, only causing her glare to harden.

“Fuck off, Derek.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes, his easy smirk shifting into a scowl. “Look, is your man needin’ another guy? I’m lookin’ to make some cash and rollin’ with the Millers is guaranteed bank,” he said, leaning on the table, his palms flat on the tablecloth as he spoke to her.

Before she could go off on him for his sheer audacity, another figure approached the table. Indi exhaled a breath of relief, finding Joel standing tall beside his chair, eyes cold and jaw tense as he stared down at Derek.

“Best be gettin’ away from her, kid,” he growled, taking his seat.

“O-oh, uh, Mr. Miller, I’m…I was just catching up with Indi, we, um, we used to date, you know?” Derek stuttered, standing straight with his hands in his pockets again.

“That so?” Joel drawled, bringing his arm around the back of her chair, his hand protectively on her shoulder.

“Y-yeah, yes, sir. I was tellin’ her that I’m still in the game…thought maybe you could use another guy on the streets, uh…workin’ for you, sir.”

Joel glared at him, his free hand on the table, holding his whiskey glass as he scanned Derek who shifted nervously from one foot to the other. He raised a brow at the younger man with a cocky smirk.

“I don’t need some punk-ass kid touchin’ what’s mine, including my product. Get back to your day job, Derek,” Joel stated in a low tone, stating the other man’s name with obvious warning.

Derek gulped, intimidated by Joel already knowing his name without him having mentioned it yet. He looked at Indi and then back Joel. Her expression was blank as she leaned into Joel’s side, her gaze steady on Derek, standing her ground with a disinterested shrug.

“Y-yeah, alright,” he nodded with a scoff, ducking his head as he turned around.

“Hey, kid,” Joel said as Derek went to walk away.

He turned back around, a slight spark of hopefulness in his eyes.

Joel’s gaze was icy as he glared at the younger man. “Speak to my girl again and I’ll break your fuckin’ jaw.”

She knew she shouldn’t be as turned on as she was when Joel so openly threatened her ex-boyfriend, but she couldn’t help it. When he got like this, he seemed to radiate power and dominance even more than normal, his energy drawing her in like a magnet.

When Derek was gone, she leaned into Joel’s side, her hand on his thigh as she whispered in his ear. “That was really hot, handsome.”

He chuckled, a low sound deep in his chest as he watched her eyes dilate fully in the low light. “Got you all hot and bothered, baby?”

She nodded, biting her lower lip, leaning into him to kiss him. “Very…”

He smirked, bringing one large hand to her jaw and kissing her hard, his fingers curling into her hair as she sighed. He felt her hand inch up his thigh further, her engagement ring clinking lightly against his belt buckle.

“Let’s get you home,” he murmured against her mouth. “I’m ready for dessert.”

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crackedpumpkin · 2 years ago

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|| ʙᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴡꜱ || ᴘᴛ. ꜰɪᴠᴇ ||

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“For someone who claims to be a scientist, you sure aren’t very smart.”

You glance down at Hiro’s messy notebook filled with scrawls and doodles, even a simple two-plus-two equation scribbled on one side. The boy in question just groans in response, his head on his desk.

“Shut up,” He grumbles, trying to swat you away with an annoyed hand. “Don’t you have a job or something?”

“In fact, I do! And I’m getting paid by my boss to bring coffee up to you, so be grateful, you stinkbug.” You practically push him off the chair, and he slides onto the floor with a defeated and very drawn-out groan of complaint.

“Tadashiiiii, get her away!” Hiro whines loudly. His brother is stretched on his bed in a relaxed position, typing away on his phone, seemingly engrossed in a conversation.

“Mmhm, have fun, kids,” He hums in response, not even bothering to look up. You smirk, sitting on Hiro’s chair and flipping through his notebook. He doesn’t do anything to stop you, merely moving to sit cross-legged on the floor as he absentmindedly toys with his MegaBot.

It’d been over a week since you started working at the Lucky Cat cafe, having gotten to know the two Hamada brothers a little more since your first few days there. Over time, you’d learnt that Tadashi was the go-to for anything under the sun while Hiro…is there.

Well, he does have some merit to him, you suppose. He’d helped you fix the espresso machine when it broke down during a shift once without a grumble, though he did express repayment in the form of many cups of coffee provided by you. However, the two of you were somewhat like oil and water — you just didn’t mix well.

There were occasions where you did share the same view, of course, such as Tadashi’s love life and, likewise, your love for coffee. Hangouts during your break time were mainly spent in their room, talking gaily about trivial things ranging from their go-to WackDonald’s order, to heavy topics such as the discovery of mummies.

Conversations were never dull, to say the least.

“I understand nothing,” You hand back the notepad with a blank smile, having leafed through pages and pages of equations and barely legible handwriting. Hiro scoffs, taking it from you.

“For a self-proclaimed journalist, you’re not very bright.”

“Whatever,” You roll your eyes, taking a sip from the mug on his desk you’ve claimed as yours. Hiro’s own cup sits snugly in a corner, and dried coffee stains are all that’s left after he’s chugged it all down in the span of an hour.

It’s your shift's break time, and you decided to hang out with Hiro and Tadashi because why not? You’re bored, and one is significantly better to be around. (It’s Tadashi.)

“Tadashi, you need a refill?” You ask, hesitating when you see his cup is still filled to the brim with his mocha. Hiro snorts at his brother’s gaze that’s trained solely on his phone screen, shaking his head no in response to your unanswered question.

“It’s fine. He’s busy flirting.”

“I am not!” Tadashi huffs when he registers Hiro’s words, setting down the phone and glaring at the little punk with cheeks so red they could rival even the neon signboard opposite the cafe.

“Oooo, does Tadashi have a crush?” You remark with a cheeky grin, giggling mischievously as Hiro snickers with you. You fist bump him subtly, eyes filled with pure intrigue and evil curiosity directed at the oldest. “So, who’s she?”

“ ‘She’ is none of your business.” He lays back down, turns his phone off and grabs a book from his bedside shelf. He opens it to a random page, furiously reading the words as if it’d help to ignore whatever expressions are on your face. “I swear, the only time the two of you work together, and it’s to mess with me.” He mutters under his breath.

“Mmhm.” Hiro chooses to let it go, but only for now. You chuckle, getting back up and dusting off your jeans. You check your watch, only to see that it’s reaching the end of your break time. “You staying for dinner?” You hum in thought at the question, recalling Sakura saying something about being out tonight.

“Sure,” You reply with a shrug, “I don’t think anyone’s gonna be home. Why? You’ll miss me that much already?” You tease with a toothy grin, knowing full well that it’d be the opposite. Hiro gags in response, sticking his tongue out in disgust.

“You wish. Cass just asked us to tell you to stay for dinner anytime. But I’d prefer it if you didn’t.” He says snarkily, crossing his arms.

“Well, it’s your lucky day. I’ll be staying for dinner the whole week!” You cheer, doing jazz hands to irritate him even further. Hiro rolls his eyes, getting back up from the floor and reclaiming the chair.

“See you later!” You call over your shoulder as you exit their room, heading back downstairs to the cafe, where you resume your usual duties. Cass welcomes you with a smile, and you tie your apron back on before stepping behind the counter, falling back into your regular routine of handling the espresso machine with expertise.

The hours pass quickly, but you can feel the subtle ache in your muscles gradually builds up. You hand another cup of coffee to a customer with an automatic smile, your cheeks numb to the sensation. Once they leave, your shoulders sag in relief. Leaning back with a weary smile, your back longs for the sweet comfort of your bed and a massage.

“You alright, hon’?” Looking up at Cass, you send her a weary smile in response to her concerned question. “I’ll be fine, but I might go back home right after dinner,” You reply with a breathy chuckle.

“Okay, just make sure to text us when you’re back.” You follow her up the stairs once she’s done closing the cafe, having helped clear and wipe down the tables. The kitchen is familiar to you now, having grabbed many meals from the fridge and heated them up in the microwave.

“I think you’ll really like the menu tonight. It’s gonna be mac n’ cheese!” She cheers, heading over to the stove and starting to prepare dinner. Opening the drawers that store the cutlery and plates, you lay them on the table in their usual spots. One for Hiro, one for Tadashi, one for Cass, and one for you.

“Could you call the boys down for me? My hands are a little full right now,” She chuckles, nodding her chin to the container of flour in her arms, a spoon in her free hand to scoop out the needed amount. You send her a silly two-fingered salute, skipping back up the stairs to summon the two Hamada brothers.

“I’m comin’ in, don’t be naked, please!” You warn playfully with a single knock on their door before entering.

“Didn’t know you were such a pervert.”

“Am not! I just prefer to keep my eyes untainted by your hideous self,” You gasp, offended by Hiro’s words. He merely laughs in response, turning his chair to face you and getting up.

“What’s for dinner tonight?”

“Mac n’ cheese.” Tadashi beams at your response, slinging an arm around your shoulders. He does the same to Hiro, the sudden weight almost knocking the breath out of you. “Now, now, children. Get along during dinner, and don’t leave any leftovers.”

Hiro bats his arm away with a glare. “I can behave myself. I’m not a child, unlike a certain someone.”

“You’re literally the same age as me!”

“And yet, so much more mature.” He smirks. Your jaw drops at his reply, struggling to fire back a retort.

“Drop dead.” You grumble instead, returning down the stairs with your mood instantly soured.

“Don’t you think that might’ve been a little much?”

“What? I was just stating facts!”

Tadashi raises a brow. Hiro holds his defiant stare for a few moments, only to groan exaggeratedly with a roll of his eyes as he relents. “Fine. I’ll be nicer. But she can take it; that’s our whole thing!”

“Really? Being mean is your go-to conversation starter?”

“It works, doesn’t it?”

Unable to hide his amused smile, Tadashi grabs Hiro and ruffles his hair roughly with a soft laugh. “Be nicer.” He reminds before letting go and heading downstairs.

“Ugh,” Hiro mutters, trying to use his fingers to comb his hair back into his usual style.

“Something wrong dear?” Cass asks as you slide into your seat. You take a deep breath and exhale, calming yourself before perking up and shaking your head. “I’m fine, don’t worry!”

“If you say so…”

You’re cheered up by the pot of mac ‘n cheese she sets down in the middle of the table, the heavenly smell filling the room and making your stomach rumble. Tadashi slides into the seat on your left while Cass sits on your right, placing down a plate of garlic bread and a small bowl of salad at the same time.

Spotting Hiro walking down the stairs, you turn your head away, pretending not to see him as he sits opposite you. You ladle a portion of the cheesy goodness onto your plate, beginning to crunch down on a slice of garlic bread after. A happy hum alerts Cass to your bright smile,

her heart practically melting at how much you’re enjoying the simple home-cooked meal.

“Since you’re staying for dinner the whole week, is there anything you’re craving? Just let me know so I can drop by the grocery store and grab whatever I need.”

You shake your head, not wanting to inconvenience her further than you already have. Being hired as a part-timer and even having meals for free is more than enough for you.

Swallowing down the last of your garlic bread, you clear your throat. “I crave just about anything you make, Cass.”

You’re suddenly engulfed in a warm side hug, smiling awkwardly until she finally lets go. Her fingers grip your shoulders excitedly, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Got it. I’ll pull out all the stops for some hot wings on Wednesday!”

“Are those the ones so hot they’ll melt our faces off?” Hiro asks, suddenly interested in the conversation. He looks up from shovelling spoonfuls of mac n’ cheese in his mouth, talking through his chews.

Cass reaches over and smacks his arm lightly. “No talking with food in your mouth, young man.” She scolds lightly, “But yes, they’ll melt your faces off, so make sure you’re prepared!”

“Can’t wait.” Hiro grins widely, chomping down on some garlic bread. “To see you cry from the spice.”

“Oh no. I can handle my spice, little one. You’re the one who should prepare a carton of milk when your tongue’s practically melting.” You shake your head with a scoff.

“Says you, loser.”

“You’re the loser.”

“I know you are, but what am I?”

“A loser.”

“Okay, what did we say about behaving?” Tadashi reprimands you both. Your cheeks warm, slouching in your seat from embarrassment at how immature you were being. The Hamada family (save for Hiro) welcomed you with open arms, only for you to repay them by acting like a child.

“He started it….” You protest weakly, only to purse your lips into a pout when Tadashi gives you a stern look. Hiro is slumped in a similar position, only to pick up his spoon to eat another mouthful of mac n’ cheese.

“Hiro.”

“Fine,” Hiro heaves an exaggerated sigh. “I’m sorry.”

Tadashi looks back at you, raising his brows expectantly. You look back at Hiro, who’s also waiting for you to reciprocate his apology. You straighten your back, sitting upright. “I’m sorry.”

Yeah, you could be the bigger person here. Besides, your aching muscles were already screaming at you for slouching. Tadashi sits back with a satisfied smile, continuing to eat while Cass watches the entire thing go down, stunned and unable to interject.

The rest of the meal continues in peace, with Cass making small talk and you responding in kind. Once the dinner is over, you stand up to do the dishes, wincing when your shoulders groan in protest. Cass spots your expression, gently moving you to sit back down.

“Hiro, would you be a dear and walk her back home?”

He parts his lips to protest, only to falter when he sees his brother’s pointed stare, recalling the conversation from earlier. “Fine,” He sighs, standing up and going downstairs.

“Thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow!” You wave goodbye to both of them who're cleaning up, walking downstairs and grabbing your bag along the way. To your surprise, Hiro holds the door open for you, exiting after you do.

“So, which way, loser?”

You glare at him. “That way, loser.”

Hiro has to jog to catch up to you, chuckling at your reaction. You walk side by side in silence and navigate the familiar streets before your steps slow to a halt. You look up at the sky, sniffing the air and spot dark clouds gathering in an ominous cluster above you.

“Wha-?”

“I smell rain.” You interrupt him. True enough, a loud rumble echoes through the sky and it starts to rain. “Damn it, I didn’t bring an umbrella.” You mutter, digging through your bag while Hiro automatically shifts his hoodie to cover his head.

“You didn’t bring an umbrella with you?” He frowns at your raised voice though he knows it’s because of the sound of rain pelting against hard surfaces, making it hard to hear, crossing his arms as the rain starts to come down harshly on the both of you. “Hey, it’s not like they said it was gonna rain tonight!” He defends himself.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Let’s just find a shelter.”You spot a bus stop a short distance away, your shirt quickly getting soaked through. Hiro’s no better, his hoodie practically drenched by the time the both of you jog to the bus stop. He takes it off with a disgusted shiver, letting the soaked hoodie rest in a pile on the bus seat.

Luckily, no one else is around. You wring your hair, getting as much rainwater out of it as possible. “So, you can smell the rain?”

You glance up, nodding briefly. “Well, it’s kinda more like a weird sixth sense, but it only works moments before it starts raining.”

“That’s actually kinda cool,” He comments absentmindedly, twisting the end of his shirt to squeeze out the excess water from the rain. The rain continues drumming against the plastic roof and walls of the sheltered bus stop with force so harsh you’re almost sure the plastic will break.

Hiro’s subtle shiver doesn’t escape your notice, your body reacting automatically to the cold breeze that brushes past your bare skin. It’s chilly, you realise, sparing him a quick glance. Your arms wrap around yourself in a small hug, teeth chattering slightly as you try to control the involuntary shivers. Hiro’s no better off than you, sitting a short distance from you. He’s shivering nonstop, trembling hands clutching his thin shirt.

Should you?

There’s really nothing to lose, so may as well.

“Hey, loser.” His head snaps up, turning to look at you with a raised brow. “Get over here.” You order, gesturing for him to move closer. He purses his lips in thought, regarding you with a suspicion-filled gaze. “I’m not gonna hit you, so scooch your butt over here.”

He ignores the roll of your eyes, slowly moving over till he’s right next to you. Instead of pushing him away, however, you press yourself against his side. The sensation of his wet shirt sticking to the side of your arm makes you shudder, Hiro flinching away in surprise.

“What are you doing?” He says indignantly, using his elbow to shove you away. You scoff. “Calm down; I’m trying to conserve both our body heat. I thought you were a ‘scientist’, albeit fake.”

“I am a scientist.” Hiro retorts.

“Whatever you say, now get back over here so we both don’t freeze.”

He reluctantly gives in with a soft grumble, moving to sit next to you again. Your positions are awkward, but you decide it’d make do for now. San Fransokyo is beautiful, but the night weather can get unreasonably cold during the change of seasons. The rain continues to pelt against the sturdy plastic, and you watch it drip off the leaves of a tree nearby. The howling wind brushes against your ears again, and you instinctively draw closer to the boy next to you.

You feel his arm wrap around you, looking up in curiosity only to see him wince. “It’s freezing,” He allows himself to admit through a quick breath. Nodding in agreement, a sudden thud against the roof makes you both flinch. Looking up, you spot a branch that landed on top, having broken off from the nearby tree.

You glance at Hiro, meeting his eyes before the both of you dissolve into relieved laughter. Your shoulders shake with chuckles, wiping the tears that form in the corner of your eyes with a soft giggle. “Guess we’re both kinda scaredy cats, huh?”

“Says you; I wasn’t affected at all.” Hiro jokes with a grin, nudging your side. You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “Oh, I see where this is going, Einstein.”

“Einstein? Aren’t you admitting your inferior intelligence a little too soon?”

The bite in his words is less distinct than before, the usual harsh and condescending tone now softer, almost playful. “Mmhm, keep dreaming.” You hum in return, a relaxed smile on your lips as the once harsh rain starts to let up.

“How’s the progress on your microbots coming along?”

“You know about that?”

“Of course. Tadashi keeps me updated when he helps out at the cafe.” Hiro’s wide eyes elicit a gentle chuckle from you, shrugging nonchalantly at his surprise. “You ask about me?”

“No,” He frowns. “But it looks like it’s going well for you.”

“Yeah, well. What can I say? I’m just too smart for my own good sometimes.”

“Yeah, sometimes.” You snort, shaking your head. “Anyway, how’s it coming along?”

“It’s actually going pretty good,” He admits, “I got the base stuff down; I’m just having trouble with the headband configurations. Gotta code it out and everything. Luckily Tadashi offered to help look it over, and Wasabi offered to check my design.”

“Wasabi’s pretty cool. God, that day we met was a mess, wasn’t it?” You laugh, looking up at the clouds that are slowly parting, the rain slowing to a drizzle.

“Don’t even remind me. Carbon metal embrittlement was sick, but not sick enough for me to be covered in pink.” Hiro shakes his head.

“I thought it was pretty cool, actually.”

“ ‘Course you did.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, huh?” You shove him lightly, and he falls onto the bench with an amused laugh. You stand up, offering your hand to him. “Looks like the rain’s stopped. C’mon, I’ll wash your hoodie at my place - it’s the least I can do since you agreed to walk me back.” You grab the mentioned hoodie, nose scrunching when you register precisely how wet it is, the material heavy in your arms.

“Thanks.”

The road back to your apartment is riddled with puddles, and you sneak him a glance before jumping into one with a carefree smile, splashing Hiro slightly. He shoots you an annoyed glance, only to reciprocate the action and spray your jeans as he jumps into a giant puddle.

“Hey!” you protest, though his mischief-filled eyes are now searching for another puddle to jump in. The tension between you two has dissolved chiefly to some extent, and you find yourself actually enjoying the walk home. Maybe you’ll even bump him up into friend status if he continues being this nice.

“So, how’s your ‘journalism’ going?” He chooses to ask after the both of you have splashed each other to your fill, balancing himself along the side of the pavement with ease. The lack of cars on the road doesn’t help your worries, choosing to tug him back into the safer inner corner of the walkway.

“My ‘journalism’ is going fine, actually. I’ve been interviewing Tadashi about Baymax for a while now, and I think it’s gonna be a really solid article.” You say, pride stirring in your chest at the reminder of the various open tabs on your laptop back home, the Word document with your nearly complete article just waiting for you to conclude it.

“Sure, like he needs any help getting the word out there with your ‘journalism’.”

Your steps slow to a stop in the middle of a shallow puddle, brows furrowing in confusion at Hiro’s words. They weren’t filled with malice by any means, but they weren’t exactly pleasant to hear either.

“What?” Hiro turns to look at you with a cheery smile, beckoning for you to continue walking. You take a step toward him, crossing your arms.

“What do you mean ‘my journalism’?” You mimic his air quotes, your arms returning to cross over your chest as you wait for his answer.

“Uh”, He chuckles, “I just mean that Tadashi doesn’t need journalism to get the word out there about his awesome invention. Look, I’m not trying to insult you or anything, but…journalists can be kinda dumb sometimes.”

“Excuse me?”

“Look, take it from me. They write boring articles that ask Tadashi about his partner, the nerd lab, but never about his invention and the correct details. Journalists are dumb. ‘Cept for you, of course, but you’re gonna have to prove yourself.” He punches your side lightly jokingly, waiting for you to laugh at his joke.

Except you don’t.

You stand there with your arms crossed and narrowed eyes, glaring at the boy before you. “Journalism isn’t dumb.” You say slowly, stressing every word.

“Sure,” He shrugs it off. “But can we go now? My legs are kinda getting numb.”

“God, you’re such a jerk. How did I even think you were decent for a single second?”

“Woah, jerk? Dude, if this is about the journalism comment, I said except you, okay? Plus, I was only half-joking. Don’t take it seriously.” He raises his hands in mock surrender, only to yelp when you punch his arm harshly.

“What was that for?!”

“For being such a jerk. And for calling journalism dumb. I seriously can’t believe I was gonna bump you up into friend status.”

“Well, don’t then. It’s not like I asked to be your friend. And to be clear, you’re definitely never getting friend status from me either.” The both of you are glaring at each other now, the hostile tension rising with every passing second.

"Fine."

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good!”

You storm off with a scowl, not even bothering to look behind you to check if Hiro’s still following. A few streets down, and you finally calm down somewhat, glancing behind you to see no one except the bright streetlights. Guess he hadn’t bothered to continue walking you home.

A sudden sneeze sneaks up on you, doubling over as you sneeze not once, not twice, but thrice. Your nose feels stuffy, and your fatigued body feels sluggish. You look down at your hand, only to sneeze once more. You stand back up, sniffling.

“Shit.”

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