#I will try to come back to this tomorrow but it is Marinating

[autisticcassandracain]

Currently rotating in my brain: a canon divergence AU where instead of entering Gotham during No Man's Land, Cass comes in during the Robin Collective era.

[steddieas-shegoes]

“any regrets? anything you’d do differently?”

eddie knows the interviewer is just doing her job, probably doesn’t even realize that’s the worst question she could ask. but the guys tense and the air gets thick and something shifts inside eddie’s chest.

“it’s been two years and i still haven’t apologized.”

the interviewer doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about, but she doesn’t need to. he’s not gonna explain more than that and he doesn’t care if people make their own connections and excuses.

maybe steve will hear it. maybe robin will. maybe dustin will convince steve to call him.

or maybe he was cryptic for nothing and steve will keep ignoring his calls. he used to think his timing sucked until mike let it slip that he lets all calls go to his answering machine to avoid picking up when eddie calls him.

eddie only calls on bad nights, if he’s drunk or high, or sometimes on the nights that could only be better if steve was by his side. eddie calls most nights.

the interview is done and eddie is being whisked away, getting berated by their publicist about his answer to a question that can never have a good one. the guys are pretending not to listen, but failing. eddie loves them for trying.

the next interview, he stays quiet, at least as much as he can get away with. he fakes a smile, a laugh, whatever it takes to seem like he didn’t just admit that he fucked up on live television.

they get to sleep in their own beds tonight, but tomorrow is the start of their radio show tour to promote their album. it’ll be two weeks long, hitting the major stations daily until they’ve answered all the hard hitting questions like if gareth snores or if they ever find time to eat healthy on tour.

but his bed is his least favorite place to sleep, and no amount of tossing and turning is gonna give him what he needs.

so he calls steve.

“harrington’s house, you’ve reached the harrington who actually lives here.”

eddie’s so shocked that steve answered he barely even registers his words.

“hello?” steve’s voice turns serious. “anyone there?”

“stevie?”

eddie shouldn’t have started with that, but he wasn’t in control of his body anymore.

steve hangs up.

somehow it’s worse than if he hadn’t answered at all.

but eddie is fine. he is.

he’s gonna close his eyes and go to sleep and maybe not dream about dying or fucking up the only good thing he ever had.

his phone rings and he’s almost certain he’s dreaming already.

“hello?”

“sorry i panicked.”

steve’s voice is like a reverb in an arena, sending chills down eddie’s arms.

“you’re not the only one.”

“but…you called me.”

“because you never answer.”

“so why call? if i’m never gonna answer.”

“because if you do answer, i can hear your voice.”

steve sits with that answer for a minute before he speaks.

“dustin played me the interview.”

“yeah.”

“was it me? was i your regret?”

how could steve think that? how could the man who saved his life ever believe he was anything less than a gift? in no universe would eddie regret steve.

“no. my regret is making you ever think that you could be a mistake.”

eddie should end it there, let steve marinate with that. he knows no amount of apologies will actually help, but he could give it a try anyway.

“i’m sorry i left when you needed me. i’m sorry i was selfish and chose to get out and leave you behind. and i’m sorry none of my sorries even matter because it’s too late.”

for a minute—yes, eddie counts— there’s silence. and then there’s a small shuffling sound and eddie’s almost sure that steve’s gonna hang up.

instead, steve sounds like he’s holding back tears when he speaks.

“are you gonna come back?”

eddie can’t. he can’t just put a pause on the band or any of their plans. it’s not fair to the guys or the fans or himself.

but he can do something he should’ve done two years ago.

“will you come with me?”

the question hangs in the air for what feels like forever. steve may say no. that’s part of why eddie didn’t even ask the first time. but he may say-

“yes.”

“you will?”

“on one condition.”

“anything.”

“you stop trying to forget all the bad parts. the bad parts sucked, but they brought us together. running from them means running from me. at least hold my hand so i can run with you.”

eddie thinks maybe he could write a song about that.

and he thinks he’d like to hold steve’s hand while he does.

[kaivenom]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do the One Piece Guys x Reader where, since it is the Fall/Halloween season, there are short stories of romantic scenarios of them and the reader doing Fall/Halloween things?

One Piece men small romantic Halloween season scenarios

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Trafalgar Law, Eustass Kid, Killer

A/N: This time Halloween caught me surprised and i wasnt planing on doing anything (cause i didnt have time to prepare it) but since two people asked for Halloween themed specials, i post this today 31th and the other one tomorrow 1st. Enjoy this fast done Halloween especial.

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Luffy

You came back to the ship and suddently all the floor was full of candy wrappers.

"Luffy, what did you do?" you yelled angryly to see your boyfriend on the floor with mouth full of chocolate like a small monster.

"Nothing."

"You fool, i see the evidence all over your face. Why? We were supposed to keep the candy for the kids to come here trick or treat." you almost thought you were about to cry due to frustation.

"Im sorry."

"i hope you are, halloween it's over." you said and go to sit on the couch, more sad than angry.

A couple of seconds later you felt a pair of arms wrap around your neck and a cheek brushing against yours.

"Please, what can i do to compensate?"

"That is up to you." you were trying to isolate from everything but couldnt keep away the curiosity when he came upstairs.

A couple of minutes later he appeared with improvised costumes, one looked like a witch and another like a ghost.

"We are going trick or treating."

"We are adults."

"I dont care, if we cant take the candy from the houses then we will take it in a more... out of law way."

You couldn't help but laugh due to the silliness of the situation. But you finally accepted and go to town.

Of course, no one of the town gave candy to some adults but there were a marine base so... you stole all the candy they had, and then run all over town with the sacks on your shoulder.

"That was funny."

"It was." you laughed and kissed him, which of course he corresponded.

"Now we have more candy to eat." you pinched his cheek with a devilish smile.

"No, you already ate, now we are going to distribute it with the children." he pouted at this but accepted and you kissed him again, "don't worry, you will have a little trophy tonight."

He smiled and expecting of your night encounter, he didnt separate himself from you the rest of the evening.

Zoro

You both arrived at a town on Halloween exactly and the people there celebrated something were they visited their loved ones graves. All the crew took it as a very weird and macabre thing but Zoro seemed amused so you proposed to take a walk thru the graveyard.

Even in the dark of the night, the oranges of the candles and the flowers make everything so colorful and somehow, recomforting. Zoro took your hand and place it on his biceps, now you both waking like the couples around, connected.

"This is somehow beautiful."

"It is, it makes you value life and honour death, this people are wise and respectul. I like that."

"I percieve it."

He smiled and place a small kiss on your lips, he looked relaxed and gratefull and you loves that.

You discovered a church/temple were the foreigners could put offering to their lost ones. It was a big contrast the tradition for loved ones in the place and the traditions that Zoro had. But still, you tried to accompany him on his offerings and prayers.

"And now what?" you asked on the stairs of the temple while he raised his shoulders in confusion.

"Now you eat, beautiful couple." a men appeared and offered you some food.

You realized that people were sitting on the ground of the graveyard and eating whole meals. So you took a place a little distand (you didnt want to bother anyones graves) and did a little picnic.

"This is a beautiful tradition." you said.

"Almost as beautiful as you." kissed your forehead, "somehow its very spiritual, we can come back the next year."

"I like that." he gave you again more peppering kisses.

Somehow that night made him extra lovely and devoted to you.

Sanji

He had been planing it for weeks, Halloween its a special occasion for doing special themed dishes so... he had enough food to survive 100 years and he planned to do every dish he wanted.

"Sanji, what is this?" you entered the kitchen earlier than he expected.

"Umm, i was planning on doing a special halloween dinner... like a surprise."

"Oohh, i can help?"

He didnt planned on letting you help, you were his godness, you cant make your hands dirty, but seeing you with that ilusion on your eyes, make him weak. Accepted and invite you to start organizicing ingredients.

Really aesthetic everything, he helped you knead things by putting himself behind you and interconecting your hands, small kisses every now and then, you throwing flour at him jockingly.

The night came and the only thing left were some cookies on the hoven so you both started somehow slow dancing on the kitchen.

"I didnt expect that cooking with you would be so nice, i expected you to be like one of those judges of the cuisine shows."

"How can i judge my precious woman."

"With a positive review." you smiled and kissed his cheek while he spinned you around and now your back is on his chest.

"And i am so used to working alone on the kitchen that i didn't expect to have such a good time but as always, doing things with you is the best of the day."

Trafalgar Law

Even thought you didn't expect It, Law Its a fanatic of Halloween... More like a fanatic of Halloween themed movies such as slashers or thrillers, specially psicological ones. So, when you discovered, you had to plan something out for the day.

"Law, handsome, since you like that type of movies so much and we are on spooky season, would you like to bingewatch?"

"And you think you are capable of keeping It straight with the fear?" He said, clearly judging and challenging you.

"I would."

"Then i accept."

Half a movie later you were terrified but you didn't want him to know, and that lasted for like 2 movies. He was really intrigated on the plot to see your little shaking, or thats what you thought.

"Just said that you are scared and we can go seeing the old ones, with the bad cuality effects, It wont be that bad."

You shook you head, you wont admit that you are scared to him. Then, when a movie with jumpscares started, you couldnt keep It straight anymore.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" You yelled while pressing Trafalgar's head against your chest, full of fear. "I am dying of terror since two movies ago, i cant to this anymore."

"Thanks for finally admiting." He said calmly.

"Idiot, i wanted to try to be as strong as you, how can you see this and dont faint."

"Cause i am a surgeon." He simply said and you had to stop shaking him.

"Fair point. I should go to bed."

"In that state? No, you will stay here and we Will put some of that cheesy Halloween Romance movie you like, then if you like i can play a slashers old movie."

You nodded and placed your head on his neck, he laughed a little at your action but you couldn't be more in love with him on that moment, cause you know how much he hates romance movies

That night you were sleeping really close to him, almost suffocating him with your arms. Normally he would yell but today, he just hugged you back really strong and kissed you.

Eustass Kidd

Big dates usually comes with great parties, being Halloween the BEST of the year. Thats why kid thought and since he is the captain, everyone was obliged to go party with him when the crew sailed on the 31st.

The club was noisy and you were dressed Up like a witch while he was like a zombie, well, everyone on the crew dressed as zombies. But he was your dead men.

You danced, laughed, drinked and even singed. Especially when kid decided to go on stage, sing a little and then dedicate you the dong, really embarrasing.

Now you were outside, midnight and taking some fresh air.

"Here she is, my magical girl." Kid apareaded on the street with a cup on his hand and a cheeky smile.

"You are really drunk" you chanted a little.

"Its that the spell you put on me? Because It Is working really well." You laughed.

"You are silly."

"And you are looking gorgeous. I know that all the crew was invited but right now, It IS our special moment just..."

"Just you and your Hot baddass goth wife that you will do everything she says."

"You caught the words out of my mind and yes, i Will do everything you want."

He kissed you, passionaly, on the dark part of the street, for a long time. Long enough that some members of the crew began to start searching for you both.

But kid couldn't care less, when they found you, he kicked them out and a couple of minutes later you entered again on the club.

Dancing more, laughing more, drinking more and kissing more.

Killer

You were gathering some supplies for the ship and suddently Killer stopped in front of a big banner saying "Pumpkin carving contest". He tried to make you think that he didnt care but in reality it was obvious that he wanted to enter the salon and compete. He is good with knifes and you are good helping him so.

"Killer, if you want, we can..."

"We are adults, we are on our twenties, i am a big feared pirate and..." you looked at him, dead seriously, "i would really like it, if you dont mind and if we can still asign."

You smiled and followed him to the inside. You both signed and he was nervous cause he is big and all of that but inside there are people of all kinds.

He got his knifes, the responsables gsve you a pumpkin and you started thinking on the design, to help him go faster.

The clock marked the end of the contest and the judges passed thru the tables. Some people didn't finish the desings but killer and you being the coordinated couple you are... There was no problem.

You dont know if It was due to the terryfing look of the pumpkin of the intimating look of your boyfriend, but when the judges passed by, they started shaking.

"And the winner is Killer and partner."

You both jumped excited to get the prize, a dinner in a restaurant. In fact you dont really care about the dinner, just that Killer left out his bad boy rude men facade to do something funny and childish.

"That was amazing, we can go to the restaurant now if you want" thats what you said while exiting the salon.

"Yeah, we can do that." He lifted you Up on his shoulder and gave you a loveful spank.

[kislnd]

something more - arthurtv~

synopsis: y/n comes back from a party leaving arthur jealous and a disagreement between them leads them to question where they really stand.

notes: ahhh this has been marinating in the drafts for way too long, i haven't written fics in such a long time, please forgive the quality & lmk if you liked it and want to see more!

warnings: slight angst, mentions of alcohol & hickeys

word count: 1.6k+

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y/n unlocked the door as quietly as she could manage, bracing herself for the loud click as she turned the key. slowly, she opened the door, again trying to avoid any noise. it was two in the morning, of course, and she didn't particularly want to wake up any of her housemates, especially with how busy they had been recently. she had been at a party, had some fun dancing, a couple of drinks but now she was tired, with the onset of a headache, and already regretting staying up this late.

"where have you been, y/n?" the familiar voice said in a low raspy mumble, causing y/n to nearly jump out of her skin.

"i was at that party i told you about before, and shush, you're shit at whispering" she shoots him a small smile, not that he could even see it due to the darkness engulfing the room, and turns to shut the door again trying to make minimal noise.

"oh right.." he trails off in thought, "don't you think you should have come home a bit earlier? we have to film early-ish tomorrow." usually y/n was so organised and rarely forgot anything but her appearance on arthur's channel (as per request by the viewers) had completely slipped her mind. a sober y/n would feel guilty and instantly apologise but with the alcohol coursing through her veins and clouding her mind, she began to laugh a little, "jeez alright mum, let me have a bit of fun", she grins, setting her bag down on the sofa and reaching over to turn on a lamp.

the soft orange glow illuminated the living room, allowing her to fully see arthur standing in the doorway wearing baggy trousers and a t-shirt with majorly messy hair. her heart jumped a little bit when she saw him, to say they were completely nothing would be a lie, she could swear they shamelessly flirted with each other, but it also hurt y/n a little to think that they weren't something either. a painful silence clung to the air, she could tell arthur wasn't best pleased with her. by now he would've already cracked a joke, an unfunny one, but one that would make them double over in laughter nevertheless.

"wow, you look a mess," y/n chuckles, taking in the sight and hoping to alleviate the awkwardness hanging over them.

"no shit sherlock," he folds his arms and raises his eyebrow, "you were the genius that woke me up," he adds, "and i could say the same for you,"

"shit." she curses under her breath, jogging towards the mirror above the fireplace.

"fair play," she continues after having seen the state she was in. an unfamiliar tinge of purple on her neck catches her eye, she brings her fingers up to it as a million questions circulate in her mind. when did i get this? what is it? is it even a hickey? did arthur notice?

"what are you doing?" arthur peeks his head further out of the doorway to inspect what y/n was doing. he spots the hickey and his mouth falls open, "or should i say who have you been doing?" y/n almost expected him to laugh at his own joke as he usually would but instead his expression remained unmoving. she swore she could see a glint of anger in his eyes but she couldn't be too sure. "i.." y/n starts, "i don't even remember," - to tell the truth, y/n had never been good at tolerating alcohol, it only took a few drinks to render the memories of the night hazy.

"whatever," arthur shot back, she could tell he was trying not to be too aggressive but there was still a hint of ice in his voice, perhaps even jealousy. "you don't have to believe me, i know i'm telling the truth and that's what counts," y/n immediately regrets saying that and winces, hoping she hadn't made him more angry. it was definitely a bad idea to be having a serious kind of talk after drinking, y/n wasn't sure she would be able to filter herself.

"y/n. i'm not dumb, i can see what that looks like and you're not good at lying,"

she sighs in defeat, it was so early in the morning and there was no need for an argument, she had already woken him up and this was sure to wake the rest of their housemates up, "okay...so let's say i do remember? what's it to you anyway?"

painstaking silence clung to the air as arthur tried to find his words. "i didn't-" she starts, trying to salvage what little words she could muster. "do you even like me?" is all he managed to say, genuine pain was laced in his tone. it's safe to say that y/n much preferred the silence.

"arthur-" she felt like crying, no, she was on the verge of crying, but she didn't dare show that. she knew that she was in the wrong, with forgetting about the shoot and now her stupid drunk words adding insult to injury, she had no right to cry. her mind raced with ways to fix it, she didn't want to cause another argument but equally, there was no reason to be arguing about such trivial things - she was not even his girlfriend.

"of course i like you but i thought we weren't anything." she starts, "we have been exclusively friends this entire time, you said that yourself."

"y/n. you know full well that isn't the case," his tone tainted with frustration. now y/n stood there, stunned. how could he mean one thing and say another? "listen to me, if that wasn't what you meant then why say it?" she folds her arms, "because i have never had any reason to believe we were more than friends."

"fine. i did say that, and i did mean it at a certain point," arthur pauses, carefully choosing his next words, "but now it's different."

"are you serious?" were the only words y/n found herself capable of saying.

"god y/n," arthur brings his hands to his eyes and rubs the sleep out of them in frustration, he begins to walk forward towards y/n, "can you really not tell?"

"tell what?" a small smile forms on her face, it was honestly comical that they were somehow having a deep conversation without her even understanding half of what arthur was saying. "remember, i'm drunk," she giggles.

"ah, i had forgotten how much of a lightweight you were," arthur chuckles, any awkwardness in the air had since gone and the original cosy atmosphere of their shared house returned, "i'll put it simply for you, drunk one-" he smiles and leads y/n over to the sofa, sitting her down and taking a seat by her side. "what i have been trying to say this whole time is that i want us to be more," y/n could feel arthur physically bracing himself for her reaction. "i see how it is," y/n's previously confused expressed had been replaced by a smug one, "you're jealous." she pokes her finger into his chest, "you're jealous because i might have a hickey from someone i don't even remember~" she smirks, putting on a singsong voice to emphasise her sheer enjoyment at this.

"yeah yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night." arthur rolls his eyes playfully, trying his hardest to push down any worries about it, and both of them laugh "but can you put me out of my misery here? do you feel the same?" y/n could tell that was a difficult question for arthur to ask but she didn't feel the answer was difficult at all, she knew it would be the one he wanted to hear. "of course silly," now she was sobering up she could be sure, sure about her feelings for arthur and sure about the 'hickey' on her neck. "and for the record, this hickey is just lipstick i think. i was dancing pretty closely with my friends before so," she brings her fingers up to her neck and swipes the area, sure enough, a purple-reddish residue remained stuck to her fingers.

arthur groaned, "oh my god." he sunk down into the sofa, praying it would swallow him up, "i can't believe i just confessed my love over that, god you must think i am such a loser." y/n giggled, "don't be embarrassed," she rested her back on the sofa to lie aligned with him, "you're cute when you're jealous." arthur was grateful for the dim lighting in the room, it helped mask the dusting of pink that was beginning to show on his cheeks. he swallowed thickly, "right. bed time i think," he stands abruptly, dragging y/n up with him, "we are filming tomorrow, remember?" now it was y/n's turn to groan, "i am so sorry about that," she said, referencing her earlier mistake.

instead of replying, arthur envelopes her in a warm hug, his entire body engulfing hers, like he had been waiting for this moment, for this different kind of intimacy knowing she was willing to be with him. "i can't believe you couldn't tell i liked you," she says smiling, her words muffled by his chest. "yeah well i was scared," arthur admits, "but i do promise to ask you out properly, like with flowers and stuff because this seems pretty pathetic." y/n hugs him tighter, "thank you," was the only thing she could say in the moment, she was feeling emotional but then again, everything was amplified by the remaining alcohol her body hadn't managed to process yet.

"let's get you watered, medicated and put to bed,"

"i feel fine now, like i could take on the world,"

"i do tend to have that effect on people," arthur grins, steering y/n in the direction of her bedroom.

[tinydefector]

Transformers kinktober Day 1

Exhibitionisn (ROTB Mirage)

Mirage/reader/ Noah

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, valveplug, Feeling up, cumming from touch.

@tf-kinktober2024

Day 2

The next fic should be the update to the marine centre tomorrow night.

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Car shows had always been something that fascinated Mirage, he had seen them a few times but never taken the opportunity to visit one himself. But trying to convince Noah to go with him to one was hard enough. He needed a human to enter into them even if it was just one of those ones where he sat there and got to look pretty.

"Oh come now, Nooooaaaaahhh" Mirage nearly whines out, draping himself artfully across the beat up car Noah was currently working on restoring for some cash. "You know you want to! All the shiny cars, you can look around and chat up some people." 

Optics cycle wide in an exaggerated plea, glossa clicking cheekily. “Don't you want to show off your pretty Porsche?. I'll make it worth your while, hmm? Give you a ride you'll never forget..." He moves to lay across the cab, a soft purr vibrating in his intake. "Come on, it'll be fun! Live a little " 

"Mirage I'm not taking you to essentially a car porn show" Noah calls out while moving around the Garage looking for different tools and parts. " not to mention I still haven't finished half the work on you, cause you won't sit still, you paint looks good but ya insides!" He huffs out while fidgeting with a touch and spark plugs.

"Awww, Noah, don't be such a bore! It's not car porn, it's car appreciation."

 "And besides, you know you love fine-tuning me - I'm your favourite Porsche to tinker with, admit it!" Revving his engine in a playful chuff, Mirage moves over the car leaning down to try and press himself against Noah's back. 

 "We can make a date for it! bring baby with us and everything. Please? Pretty please?" glossa flicking Noah's cheek in a cheesy fight to gain his attention. "Ewww don't like me!" He shouts at the cybertronian. Jumping back to try and keep his distance from the mech. "You're a pest, why do I even keep you around!" He shouts, had the two not known each other well someone would have assumed Noah was angry. 

Mirage reels back with an overblown gasp, aervo flying to his chestplate. "Noah, how could you wound me so! I thought what we had was special." His expression crumples into one of utter devastation, lip quivering theatrically as optics begin to shimmer with nonexistent tears. "All I want is to spend quality time with my boy. Is that really so much to ask?"

Collapsing onto the floor in a dramatic sprawl. "You might as well sell me for scrap, if I mean so little to you! See if I care, I'll - I'll just..." Noah is quicker than Mirage with his own comeback. "Keep it up and I just might, got someone who'd pay good for you" he shot back while rolling his eyes as he moved around to find the spanners and socket wrench he needed. It was playful teasing. 

The fake sobs cut off with an indignant squawk at Noah's quip. "You wouldn't dare! I'm a Porsche, not some rusted beater!" 

"10k Take it or leave it Noah" their lover calls out as they walk into the garage. "Hey handsome" they coo while walking up to Mirage. He sits up hastily, batting away nonexistent tears to throw them a dazzling grin scooping them up into his arms. " light of my existence! Tell this sparkless fleshie he needs to take me to the car show this weekend."

Revving his engine playfully. "Besides, 10k? I'm worth twice that, easy. Make it 20 and we've got a deal." It earns a laugh from them as they move towards mirage.  "Ahh but 10k would be a steal for me" they hum while pressing a kiss to his lips. "Hi baby missed you"  It earns a groan from Noah. "Don't work him up he's a nuances already, keeps pestering me about car shows" Noah calls out.

Mirage trills happily at the kiss, Weaving his arm around their waist, Mirage pulls them in close. "I'd be on my best behaviour, promise! We'll check out all the sweet rides and get to sit pretty for you two, come on I want to do something where I get to feel special outside of being an alien on your planet”

Mirage whirs and clicks pleadingly. "One little car show?" 

"Come on Noah! Look at that face, you can't say no to that face" they whines, walking up and slumping against the human man, Pressing a kiss to his cheek "Come on it will be fun, unless you have something else you'd rather do" Noah sighs deeply, giving his love a look. But he has to admit, it was getting harder and harder to say no to those faces. 

"Alright, fine! You win." He throws up his hands in defeat, though a small smile plays at his lips. "We can check out the car show this weekend."

Mirage lets out an ecstatic whoop, scooping Noah and Baby up in a hug that has them dangling off the ground. 

That's what had led up to the show and shine. Mirage sat in line with his hood up with Noah working on his engine, doing little tuning and checks. Mirage's other lover hat in the passenger seat handling Noah tools when he asked for them. "Easy Raj, don't get too excited" they hum while their fingers dance along Mirage's interior teasingly.  

Mirage revs his engine impatiently as Noah putters around under his hood, not at all accustomed to staying still for so long. Mirage lets out a plaintive little whine barely above a whisper. "You're killing me, baby!" he pleads. 

A couple stop to talk with Noah for a moment but neither Mirage or his other lover pay much attention as their hands begin to teasingly trace over the gear stick and centre console. 

"You're the one who wanted to come here now you have to suffer" they call teasingly. Mirage revs his engine in protest, though it comes out more like a stalling sound. “sorry, still doing a lot of work on this beauty,  going to have weird noises till we can get them fixed or tune them out” they call out casually to the people who take interest in watching Noah work. 

He grumbles softly as Noah pats his hood with a quiet chuckle, as he shows Mirage's engine and equipment off. "Really starting to regret begging you slaggers to bring me. This is torture!" Mirage whines through the radio hoping it isn't too loud for anyone to hear. 

Mirage stifles a needy groan building in his intake. His plating buzzes wherever Noah's hands dig deeper into the engine bay looking for different areas, but never fully working on another.  "You two are pure evil, I hope you know that," he manages, though his tone holds no malice. If anything, it's downright desperate with want. 

His entire frame vibrates to contain the urge to transform and pounce on them both right then and there in front of so many humans, they were doing it to spite him kneoing full well he couldn't do anything. 

more. "You going to overload huh?" They teases, enjoying watching the mech suffer as both themself and Noah tease. “hmmm might have to play with these vents a little” they coo while fingers dance over them. A squeal like a fan belt leaves Mirage onto for a stalling sound before his enough settles again. 

"You both know exactly what you're doing," he gasps softly, intake heaving. His engine races, Whining needily. Their hand moved much slowly along his interior, working him while Noah played with his engine. It makes his spike ache in need as trans fluid leaks from him.

They've wound him so tightly to the brink that all he can do is tremble helplessly, unable to move or even grab them to interface with. “So close, don't stop..."  It's an exquisite agony, being restrained without being status cuffed. "Mmm good boy, is that an overload for us?" Noah purrs at him. Mirage's vision whites out in bliss as waves of ecstasy wash over him, cresting higher than he thought possible. Locked in the throes of release wrung from him by his human's adept hands. 

His trembling fades slowly, Rebooting lazily, Mirage lets out a pleasured sigh, every nerve singing with afterglow. "Raj you alright, you haven't short circuited?" They ask softly, running a hand over his steering wheel. Mirage can't help but purr lazily in reply, humming engines struggling to reboot after such an intense pleasure crash. 

"Give me a klik, I'm still rebooting," he mumbles, Shuddering one last electrical aftershock, Mirage slowly flickers back to awareness. "You absolute glitches! Springing an overload on me" He huffs out only for his little lovers to laugh in amusement.  

 "Aww Raj, don't be like that you wanted to go to the show and Shine, you got your little moment to show and shine. Noah told you it was a car porn show" they tease, Noah makes a choking noise in amusement as he finishes up by giving mirage a quick under crage wipe. 

"Don't remind me, I should've known better than to trust you!” He gives them a final huff. "Let's get out of here and blow. I need to blow off some steam after that” he grumbles but no malice is in his voice.  He's rather content and weightless in his own sense. 

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[moodymisty]

can I request something happy for Lorgar? maybe reader reaffirming her love for him and he just gets hearteyes and its just cute. if you don't want to do that, just anything positive. pls. ya'll torturing this poor bald man. MERCY LMAO

Author's note: Ignore the fruit/apple symbolism in this tehe ;3

Relationships: Lorgar/GN!Reader (there is one mention of the word dress however)

Warnings: none

Your dress flows as you jump, hand reaching upward towards the sky. Lorgar watches from a balcony not far away, looking down at you.

The fruit is just out of your grasp. You keep jumping to try and smack it, even attempted to climb the tree. In a bit of a cruel way, he finds your struggle amusing. It's so simple, and for a moment he wonders if other men find even the most monotonous things their beloveds do as enthralling as he does.

Serfs pass by and watch curiously as you attempt to pull at the branch, but it's too strong for you to weigh it down. Though not moments later, your savior arrives.

Lorgar doesn't recognize the Word Bearer, merely that they are somewhat fresh to the legion; Their armor is fresh and face somewhat young. The curious marine comes closer and presumably asks what you're doing, his brothers hanging back and watching. You point to the branch and explain your predicament while Lorgar leans against the railing.

The marine to Lorgar’s surprise grasps the branch with his hand and weighs it down, letting you pluck two fruits before letting it snap back upward. You smile and him and he leaves to continue on his duties, and you walk away from the tree.

Lorgar lingers for awhile afterward. He wonders where you're going to enjoy the literal fruits of your labor; Though not all your labor. One of his sons assisted and he is glad they've softened their opinion on you. Especially the younger ones.

"Lorgar!"

Your soft voice pulls him out of his contemplation, and you hold the fruit in your hand. One you've bitten into, the juice on your lips that drips down the corner of your mouth, while the other is untouched.

It’s sinful, dare he say. You indulge so freely and unknowingly.

"I got one for myself but, would you like the other?"

He smlies at you, golden tattoos shining in the evening sun. Yours shine as well- the few on your hand you’ve gotten so far, delicate and beautiful. He never has the words to describe- ethereal, perhaps.

"Of course, but only if you stay with me."

You place the fruit in his hand which becomes dwarfed by his size, and laugh.

"That was my plan, even without the fruit. I just happened to pass by and see the tree was in bloom."

Lorgar takes a bite, enjoying the sweet taste while standing here with you. He takes a knee, reaching his other hand out to grasp your own and brush over the top of it with his thumb. You stop eating and lose your smile.

“You’re leaving tomorrow, right?”

Lorgar nods. You purse your lips and look away for a moment, taking a bite.

“It feels like you only just got back, I’m going to miss you.”

Lorgar eats the last of his fruit, before using that now free hand to cup your jaw and gently turn your face back to him.

“My love, there is no words to describe how much I miss you when I leave you here.”

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours.

Your kiss tastes like fresh fruit, saccharine sweet. Your lips are soft and inviting, and he finds himself pulled in more than a man of his ken should ever be wavered. The gentle moan you make as you press closer, greedily asking for more, Lorgar would oblige if he was a weaker man pulled astray by fruit as sweet as you.

His lips pull away from yours with a soft pop, and he sees that sweet nectar still in the corners of your mouth. You smile and lean into his palm.

“Before you go, can you read to me one last time?” Lorgar smiles, his face warm and inviting.

“Of course.”

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Just some Dom Frank smut that I've had in my wips for ages 😊

Frank Castle x female reader (with some Billy Russo x reader at the very beginning)

You've got a friends-with-benefits thing going on with Billy and realise you have a little kink which he's not really into, but he has a solution...

Warnings: choking kink, praise, pet names, p in v sex, teasing, begging. Please reblog if you enjoyed so that others may do the same! Please! Thank you 😊

Billy is fucking you hard, driving himself deeper and deeper with every punishing, sinful thrust of his hips, making you lose yourself almost completely. He brings his hand up to caress the side of your face and you arch into his touch as he skims it down the side of your neck to your chest where he pinches and teases your nipples. He grins wickedly, diving down mouthing and grazing his teeth over the plush skin of your tits as you moan. You grasp for his wrist, dragging his hand back up to your neck, whimpering as you can feel your peak drawing ever closer when his fingertips brush over your throat.

But Billy gently draws his hand away. "Scotch." He says. His safeword.

Your eyes widen as the word hits your ears and you try to calm your breathing as you both slow down and come to a stop.

"Oh Billy, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to…"

"It's okay, kitten." He replies, carefully pulling out and laying down beside you. "I guess we never covered that particular area." He smiles but you still feel awful for trying to get him to do something to you that he isn't entirely comfortable with.

"I- I didn't really know I liked it, until just then… but I'm still sorry, I should have asked you first regardless."

“It's alright, don't worry about it. But hey, I'm glad you've discovered a new kink!" You share a smile as he cuddles you into his arms and kisses you sweetly.

You and Billy had been friends with benefits for a few months now. You were both currently single and relished the opportunity to cut almost completely loose with each other. You found each other attractive, had a lot of fun, and most importantly it was a much-needed tension release after a stressful work day where you just wanted someone else to take control and make you feel good.

Later on that evening he came to you with an unexpected proposal.

"I feel so shitty about leaving you hanging like that before, so I was wondering if you might be cool with me setting you up with a good friend of mine. I think he'd be able to give you what you need, maybe a little bit more than I can?”

You look up from your phone, rapt and curious at the suggestion. "Billy, are you for real? You'd really do that for me?"

He looks surprised that you'd think he wouldn't. "’course I will baby, I just want to see you happy! If you like I'll tell him all your preferences. He'll only go as hard as you want, and you can play here at my place if it makes you feel safer. I'd be there in the next room if you needed me, but Frank's a good guy, he'll take good care of you I promise."

You sit up straighter at the mention of Frank's name. "Wait, it's Frank? You mean your marine buddy Frank?! I didn't know he was into–"

Billy chuckles. "Yeah, not many do. But you like him,” Billy smirks as he teases you, “don't you?"

You give him a sly smile back, he's not wrong. "Well, from what I've seen…" you murmur, thinking about the few times you'd briefly met, once when you went to meet Billy at the gym and Frank came striding out of the showers, shirtless. And then there was the size of his hands…

Billy laughs even louder seeing a dreamy expression cross over your features. "Alright now kitten, don't get all fired up just yet. I'll go see him tomorrow and we'll talk it over okay? See what he says."

You leap into Billy's arms. "You are much too good to me Russo! You know that?"

He nods and kisses the top of your head, still amused. "Yeah, I know."

Frank was apparently very eager to help you out and so Billy arranged a little introductory session for you both at his on the Friday night. Billy had clued you in on what Frank was into as you'd wanted to know, even though this was primarily for your benefit.

"-and you call him 'Sir', yeah?"

You nod. You were melting already.

"Hey girl, think you got a lil bit of drool hanging out the corner of your mouth there…" Billy laughs and you give him a playful punch.

"Shut up! I'm just… a little excited."

"Oh, you should be, baby." You can't help notice Billy's slightly wistful look as he says it. "You're in good hands."

When Friday evening arrives Billy lets you get settled in and informs you that Frank's waiting in his bedroom whenever you're ready. You're slightly nervous but when you open the door and see his large form sitting on the side of the bed suddenly all you feel is a buzz.

"Hey princess, how're you doin'?" He asks in a low drawl along with a smile that makes you want to bark. He looks so damn fine you want to squeal.

Instead you greet him politely, reining in your giddiness and desire. "I'm good thank you, Sir."

Frank grins, a slight chuckle bursting past his lips in a way you found cute. "Did Bill tell you to say that sweetheart? Y'know he's just messin' with you? You can call me Frank if you want."

You return his smile, nodding. "Yes, Sir."

Frank makes a satisfied sound and laughs again, softer this time, his deep brown penetrating gaze making you feel weak at the knees. "Mm, alright. C'mon over here, let me see ya."

Just this simple request has your body feeling like it's ablaze. He stands up as you slowly walk over to him, his eyes running over you like warm honey, taking in the way your soft cotton summer dress hugs your curves, the hem ending just above your mid thigh.

“You're a very beautiful woman.” He says with a note of sincerity and awe, bringing his hand up to gently trace the side of your jaw. You feel the heat flush up into your face.

"What's your safeword honey?"

"Cloud." You reply hazily. You're practically purring already as his fingers graze over your rapidly heating skin.

Frank nods. "That's good, mine's 'bullet'. “How're you feelin' sweetheart?'' he asks, "Think you wanna play some?"

You start to lean into his touch as his thumb strokes across the small smile on your soft lips. "Yeah." You respond, and Frank grunts his approval as you start to lick and suck on his thumb as he gently slides it between your lips.

"Such a good girl. Damn. Bill told me you were needin' a little somethin' extra. S'that right?" he gently probes, and you feel your entire body start to tingle with the anticipation of what he's going to do with you next.

You take the digit deeper into your mouth as he guides you down to kneel in front of him, swirling your tongue around it and hollowing your cheeks to suck just a little while you look up at him with wide eyes.

"Yeah, we're gonna get on real well. How ‘bout we see what else that pretty mouth of yours can do, huh?"

He slowly palms over the noticeable bulge at the crotch of his jeans and you can feel the saliva filling your mouth, dripping out of the corner as he presses his thumb down against your tongue. Yes sir, please sir you think as you nod slowly as he removes it and unbuckles his belt. The clinking sound of it being undone has you soaking into your silky underwear already. This is what you need. Just him to keep telling you what to do, to take complete control of your body and mind and make you feel like nothing else matters.

As he pulls his cock out in front of your face you can't stop your eyes widening and the eager moan that escapes you. He's big, long and thick, and as he strokes himself to full hardness you shift about on your knees, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you catch sight of a drop of precum leaking from his tip.

"Look at you, so damn perfect an' all ready f'me.”

You push up onto your knees, keeping your hands to yourself until he tells you otherwise, your mouth open and tongue out flat and wide as you wait for him to give you what you're craving. Instruction.

“Yeah, that's right. You know what to do princess."

His cock is mere inches from your mouth, just out of reach. He finally moves forward to rub the head of it over your waiting tongue, moaning as the addictive musky taste of him spreads across it. You slide your mouth on, stretching your lips over the fat head of his dick, closing your eyes as you slowly begin to suck on it.

"Ah-ah sweetheart, look at me. Eyes on me." He corrects, watching you take a little more of him in, beginning to move back and forth and shallowly fuck your mouth as you obey and look back up at him. He groans letting his head fall back as you lap your tongue along the bulging vein on the underside.

"Oh yeah, that's real good baby. Gonna give you some more just like you want, huh?"

You moan your agreement around his impressive girth as you pull back and ready yourself to swallow him deeper. He's gentle at first, he pushing his fingers through your hair, cradling the back of your head lightly as you take him in as far as you can, gagging slightly until you can figure out how to breathe. Your eyes start to water as you gaze up at him. He's telling you that you look so damn pretty, and you feel the wetness between your thighs increase ten fold as his big hand and thick fingers wrap around your throat to guide you.

"Oh- fuck- attagirl, there we go, fuck that's it."

You think he's gonna finish off in your mouth the way he's groaning and grunting fucking your mouth, obviously enjoying the way you're taking him and letting him use you. But you're silently begging him with your eyes not to, because you're throbbing, aching for him to get inside of you, to be able to feel that massive dick fucking you until you can't think thoughts.

Thankfully he slows his movements, pulling out his dick and wiping your messy spit covered chin with his thumb. He lifts you up to your feet and gently pushes you back on the bed where you land with a soft bounce. As you struggle to regain your breath he's chuckling at your gawking stare as he strips out of his clothes revealing his muscular chest, defined rows of abs and thick thighs that you dream of being suffocated between.

"Hope you weren't thinkin’ I was neglectin' that pretty little pussy of yours..."

Of course he knows what you're thinking but you still shake your head. "No sir." you mewl, your body aflame from the way his eyes rove over you. Frank prowls up your body, his hand slipping up under the hem of your dress and gently cupping your mound, middle fingers stroking so teasingly up over your folds through your damp underwear. You yelp as he takes his hand away only to slap your cunt hard, the pleasurable pain jolting through your whole body like an electric shock.

"Don't lie to me."

"N-no sir!" You whimper as he rubs you again through the flimsy fabric, grinning as he feels the fresh flood of your arousal soak his fingers.

"Well shit. Look at that baby. You like sucking cock that much?"

"I like sucking your cock, sir." You pant, trying to grind yourself against his hand for some immediate relief. He lifts it away, slapping your pussy lightly again making you cry out in frustration.

"Gimme a colour sweetheart."

Billy had said that you would be in good hands. You were gonna have to get him a present or something for this.

'G-green!"

"That's a good girl." He smirks, curling his fingers over the waistband of your panties, peeling them down your ass away from your soaking core, and inching them ever so slowly down your trembling thighs.

"Heard you don't like bein' teased, princess…"

Your mind reels wondering where he's going with this, your breath shallow and fast as he bares you to him, tossing your ruined underwear across the bedroom. He kneels on the bed at your feet,

"On your hands and knees f'me."

He commands and you obey. It's that simple. He takes his time appraising you, his fingers drifting over your ass cheeks and carefully rucking up the hem of your dress to your waist.

"Cute." He remarks, noting how your breathing changes as he moves up behind you, his hand resting on your hip. You gasp you feel the firm head of his cock run between the folds of your puffy, sopping cunt. He rubs it up and down the length of your slit, over and over so slowly, and every time you think he's going to sink right in and fill you full he doesn't. You want nothing else so badly but to push back into him, to have him thrust inside and probably split you in half but he hasn't said that you're allowed to.

You want to scream.

"Doin' real good for me, such a good girl."

You shiver at the praise, but you need more, he has to understand how much you need him.

"Yeah, you want me to give you some more don't you? I know, I know sweetheart." He says soothingly while pushing his cock forward between your legs and bumping the head up against your clit. When he draws away yet again you can't stand the tease anymore and you break.

"Fuck, please!" you whine.

Frank smacks his hand down on your ass cheek and you cry out, heat blooming out over your skin as he runs his palm over the stinging spot.

"Please what?" He asks you so casually, as if he's completely ignorant to the fact you're almost dripping wet down the inside of your thighs.

"Please, sir… I-I need it, n-need your cock so bad, please!" You try, staring straight ahead as you dip your back, making your hips tilt up hoping he'll see just how ready you are for more. You breathe out a shaky whimper of relief as you feel the warmth and pressure of his giant hand grip around the back of your neck holding you still as he takes his cock in hand and slides it close to where you're aching for him to shove it. But he doesn't, and he so clearly knows what it's doing to you.

You want this teasing, this cruel punishment and yet can't stop your pathetic sobs of desperation, can't stop the tears from rolling down your flushed cheeks as you plead with him repeatedly.

"Shh-shh c'mon pretty girl, you know I got you." He says shushing you gently. "Deep breaths f'me hm? You good?"

You manage to drag in a shuddering lungful of air so you can tell him you want this, you want him to keep going, keep making you feel.

His fingers grip the back of your neck tighter when he hears your confirmation to continue and finally– he gives you what you need, forcing the thick head of his cock into your needy pussy. You moan and mewl as he stretches you open, despite how wet and ready you thought you were it's still a tight fit and he pauses for a few seconds, feeling you contract around his tip.

"S'that what you need huh? Feel good?"

You groan as he holds himself still, only the first couple of inches of him inside you. Then he moves, so slow that the tears return, running down the drying tracks on your skin as he thrusts gently back and forth, only fucking you with the very tip of his cock. Pushing in and popping out, so painfully slowly, in and out, again and again.

"Mm, that's all you deserve for now baby. That's all you're gettin' till you play nice."

The next time he pulls out he smacks his hard length down against your ass, thrusting himself between the cleft of your cheeks for a while leaving you completely empty. You do nothing, say nothing, just moan and let him use your body until he wants to reward you. And reward you he does…

You inhale sharply as you feel the sudden loss of contact, but then he buries his face in your cunt and starts licking and fucking you with his tongue. He grips firmly around your thighs, pulling you back, flush with his hot mouth as he works you up until your legs are shaking. You gasp as the coil deep inside tightens as he keeps it up, reacting to the increasing pitch and volume of your moans. You're gonna come any second and you know he's not told you that you can, that you're allowed to. You don't know what to do, the feeling is welling up from deep inside, it's getting closer and he won't let up, craning his neck to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue and delve his tongue into the steady stream of slick arousal leaking out of you.

Fuck, god… please, just a little more, so close, it feels so fucking good- almost… there–

Frank stops, pulls away.

You're shaking, crying, your cunt is throbbing.

He stopped.

Suddenly you don't know which way is up, whimpering as he spears you with his cock, sliding all the way into you until you can feel his hip bones hard up against your ass. You twitch and pulse around him at the sensation.

Fuck it's so good it's so good, you babble as he drags you up off your hands, his arms binding you to his warm chest as he starts to rut you hard and fast, his beautiful fat cock dragging so deep against your soft inner walls. Frank claps a hand over your breast, squeezing and fondling then tugging and pinching hard at your nipple while his other massive paw slides upwards to your neck, and you whimper and whine as it easily circles your entire throat. You lean into it, showing him that this is what you wanted, what you were being a good girl for. He holds you firmly while his hips thrash, fucking you so hard you can't speak, can't think about anything else but how perfect it feels, how you want nothing else but for him to fill you up, use you how he pleases.

He tightens his grip and growls as your pussy squeezes around him in response.

"Yeah," he rasps into the side of your neck, his skin smacking against your ass every time he thrusts up into you. You can feel his heavy balls almost brushing your clit. "Good girl… c'mon and let me hear you."

Every time he buries himself inside a pitiful little whimper falls from your open mouth. You wonder if Billy is listening next door, maybe getting off on the sound of the two of you fucking.

Frank's tightening, vice-like grip snaps you back to the moment and you're aching for him and starting to get a little lightheaded which makes everything feel so much more intense.

“Fraaank…” you pant.

"You close sweetheart? Goddamn, I know it, can feel you flutterin' honey, feels so good."

He's relentless in the way that he fucks you, but it's not without tenderness and sensuality. His lips kiss the sweaty skin of your shoulder as he holds you upright, your back flush against his broad chest, his hand still around your neck and one splayed over your stomach as he starts to ram his cock repeatedly right into that perfect spot.

“C'mon sweetheart, I got you,” he grunts, "go on, go off for me baby...”

When his hand slides down lower and you feel the electric sensation of the rough pads of his fingertips start rubbing over your slick clit, there's no going back. You're a hot, whimpering mess ready to fall over the edge.

He half-whispers, voice low and gruff by your ear. “Fuck that's it, fuck, yeah…”

He slams up into you as your body finally quakes around him and you let go completely with an uninhibited moan of pleasure, feeling the rolling fire of your orgasm exploding out in powerful waves through every nerve. You're barely aware of anything after that, only half registering the deep groan of satisfaction from Frank as he finishes inside you with several slow, deep rolls of his hips.

Everything feels warm and gooey, sounds are muted and distant for a while until you hear him again as you slowly come to, blinking your heavy eyelids open to his concerned voice.

“Hey, hey… you okay sweetheart?”

You gradually become aware that you're being held, warm and grounded. Frank's propped up on the mound of pillows at the headboard and you're laying against his broad chest as he trails his fingertips gently up and down the outside of your arm.

“Not too much?” He asks, angling his head to make eye contact with you.

You reach up your hand around the back of his head, leaning up as you pull him down to kiss him for the first time. It's a sweet kiss, relaxed and easy considering all that you've just done together. He's got the cutest smile you've ever seen on his face after you break away, this big unit of a man is maybe even blushing slightly.

“No this was perfect, thank you so much Frank, I couldn't really ask for more.” He hands you a glass of water and you kinda do wish you could indulge yourself a little more and lie in his arms for longer, but you're aware that Billy's just outside and you both should probably get cleaned up anyway. As you carefully push yourself up you can't help notice Frank seems almost reluctant to break up your little post coital moment.

“Y'know, anytime you need a little somethin’, you just let me know, hm?” Frank offers, and you know you'll definitely be taking him up on that. You slip out of bed and he's right there making sure you don't fall over your own wobbly legs on the way to the ensuite to shower.

“You comin' with me, big guy?” you ask him with a raised brow and a soft smile, glad when he returns it and shadows you, turning on the hot spray of the shower and helping you wash.

When you emerge Frank heads into the kitchen to pour you all a drink and you go to find Billy. He's in his office with his headphones on and gives you a smirk when he sees your blissed out expression, taking the headset off and putting it on the desk.

“Looks like you might've had some fun. Frankie, did you treat her right?!” he shouts through to the kitchen, and you can't help the huge grin that splits your face.

“Yeah he most definitely did.” You reply, your fingers playing with a pen on the edge of his desk. “I was thinking that maybe, we could all have some fun together next time..?”

“Oh we're already planning a next time are we?” Billy teases, and you smack him on the arm, shushing him as Frank appears in the doorway to hand you both a glass of bourbon each.

“You can count me in.” Frank responds before taking a sip and Billy grins.

You couldn't wait.

[luna0713hunter]

Please more writing for shanks! It's so good

Author's note : I've come back from the death!!!i just had one of my final terms today and saying im exhausted to bone is a misunderstanding. Anyways!!!i hope u enjoy this!!

A safe place to rest

Shanks x reader

Summary : being a pirate,may seem like an easy job. But after fighting marines and looking after your crewmates,you cant help but to feel exhausted.

Warnings : none,hurt/comfort,overworked reader,pet names such as "princess,darling and etc", gender neutral ,metion of blood

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Peeling the bloody shirt off of your body and throwing it on the wooden floor of the ship,you sit heavily on your bed and heave a heavy sigh; today was exhausting.

It started out like any other day;with you waking up to your crewmates loud banter and getting dressed as you made your way over to the kitchen to have a simple breakfast. Soon,a small land was found,and it was time for reloading the stuff you needed to sail off again.

Helping everyone was as always,a challenge. As you tried to stop your crewmates from making any mess,and at the same time remembering every single item on the list. And simply putting them in the storage had took all your afternoon rest. And if that wasnt enough,everyone on the ship had agreed to go out and drink because it's been a while since you had hit the land.

And if your day wasnt exhausting enough,all hell broke loose as you stepped inside the bar.

Everything was good for the first thirty minutes. That is,until a group of young marines had barged in; seemingly have heard from the locals about the pirates luring around.

The fight was ugly.

You take your head in your hands as the images of the fight flashes across your eyes;the sickly smell of blood still lingering in your nose.

Gods above,you were beyond tired. You were ready to crawl under your blanket and never get out,when a gentle knock broke you out of your trace.

You hastily throw a clean shirt on,and slowly open the door only to be greeted by a flash of red.

Shanks,your captain, gives you a small smirk as he takes in your appearance and leans against the door frame.

"comfortable there, princess?"

You give him a confused look before taking a good look at what you're wearing and then your cheeks are burning bright red. You swallow down your embarrassment and fold your arms against your chest with a slight pout.

"your fault for leaving it in my room,Cap."

Shanks lets out a free laugh and raises his single arm up in mock surrounder.

"dont get me wrong. I love to see you in my clothes more than anything."

You hum,a slight comfort taking place in your weary bones as you lean against the door as well.

"more than wine?"

Shanks leans slightly closer,and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear,and you try to look away when he gives you the softest smile.

"more than air itself,my dear."

You lean in his touch shyly and look up at him from under your lashes.

"would you like to come in then, captain?"

Shanks nods and closes the door behind himself.

Its not his first time in your room;after all,its been a while since the two of you started dating. But it still made you slightly awkward having him in your messy room.

A slight tug at your hand and warm fingers interwining with yours,makes you look at the red haired man standing in front of you.

"what're you thinking about,doll?"

And just seeing him there;in the comfort of your own room and under the soft glow of the candles;in his cloths,has you letting out a soft sigh and leaning your forehead against his shoulder.

"I'm just... exhausted,Shanks. Today was alot. Everything is alot."

A strong arm wraps itself around your shoulders and pulls you flush against his chest. You feel Shanks' lips press firmly against the crown of your hair and you close your eyes upon the feeling.

"Take the day off tomorrow. No,take a week off;a month if you need,my dear. It kills me to see you wear yourself thin,and I've been meaning to ask you to take a break. Lets just,rest until you feel better yeah?" You raise you head up and look at him,only to see him smiling softly;his hand caressing your hair, "no need to push yourself. My princess deserves the best."

You blink rapidly;only to get rid of the stray tears stinging your eyes. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips before you're pulling yourself up on your tiptoes,and pressing your lips to his stubbled cheek.

"i appreciate it,Cap."

A horse chuckle escapes his lips,and before you know it, you're being lead to your bed.

"then how about we start from sleeping this awful night off. What do you say?"

And when you pull him down along with you and let out a relaxed sigh as you lay your head on his chest,a genuine smile finally blooms on your lips.

"sounds just wonderful,my love."

And you let the sound of Shanks' soft breathing and waves,lull you to sleep.

[gatitties]

HELLO

Can I request an Oneshot of One Piece with a marine teen reader (14 y.o) who is the daughter of Red Hair Shanks after a one-night stand? She was taken in by Garp when she was 11 when her mom didn't wanna take care of her anymore cuz the mom was absent the rest of the reader's life and Garp was the grumpy granddad and trained her into a marine..like 6 feet 4 muscular girl (and everyone is questioning what the hell did Garp feed her with. Then Shanks comes to visit his bio daughter at the hospital after the reader saved Ace from being killed by Akaniu (that one scene where Ace saved Luffy when he leaped in the way to shield his brother from Akainu as the admiral struck cuz she felt bad and went against rules) by pushing both of them away and burning her a bit and now she has huge burn scar in her left side of the body and half her hair is gone and has to add margarine to heal her scar just for a bit and then Garp ordered her that she should not get up the bed until she is fully recovered. Shanks being the dad he is tries to have a convo and help her stand up when the doctors order her to do some exercise to get her body moving again for example:

-move your fingers a bit

-try to stand up

-when you suicide try to take a few steps

-and more margarine when you go to sleep

-do not sleep on your left side cuz will cause your skin a damage

The reader is confused after receiving affection from her own dad, cuz she doesn't know how to receive it back and is very insecure about it Shanks on the other hand doesn't bother at all and comfronts her.

(Also Ace and Luffy come to visit her more often and thank her for saving them and having a small sibling relationship alongside Sabo and Uta)

and the reader is trying her hardest not to cry and Garp is jealous

(sorry if this is long I'm just trying to make it understandable..have a nice day/night!!)

─ Shanks x daughter!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: Your bravery helps you save a person unfairly judged, this whole incident generates a drastic change in your pace of life where it seems that your father is ready to show himself.

─ Warnings: None

You stretched your sore body, letting out a soft moan due to your recent injury, weeks had passed and you still had a hard time moving, but looking back, the pain wasn't that much in comparison to your actions, not being ashamed of your actions against everythingn that you had learned at the marine academy, you were lucky that they considered your actions something of age, since you were young, they let it go with a couple of punishments, they lowered your rank and prohibited you from being on duty for the two following years, but you didn't care much.

Garp was not so happy with that decision, but he couldn't scold you when you had saved his grandson from certain death, he was glad to have welcomed you that day, he couldn't feel anything but proud to see that despite having been strictly instructed to follow established order and law, you had your own thoughts and values.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

If it weren't for the fact that you were hurt badly, Garp probably would have hit you for finding you pacing around the room, you grimaced as you tried to smile, a little afraid of his overwhelming concern.

"The doctors told me that I couldn't stop walking, even if it was difficult, I can't stop moving while I recover, it's not like I was running a marathon tho."

He mumbled a few curses, making you return to the bed, now beginning your arm stretches, which were more painful due to the burn being on the upper part of your body.

"Why are you here? I thought you would come to visit tomorrow."

"Yes, but I have decided to go ahead to give you a surprise" all your attention went to the word 'surprise' with enthusiasm, being the teenager that you were, of course you were more than captivated by whatever the old man had for you "Ta-dah!"

He took a pair of wigs out of a bag, your expression fell slightly since you expected something else, but that didn't take away your enthusiasm, the attack that Akainu made on Ace in that battle left more wounds than you thought, and the fire spread faster than you thought, you lost some hair and sometimes you felt helpless without hair covering some parts of your face.

"Thank you… you didn't have to do it, and I could have waited until tomorrow anyway, why the rush?"

Now it was Garp's turn to sweat as he looked at you, he didn't want to admit it, but since Shanks saved you in battle and visited you more constantly, he felt a little jealous, although your father was unaware of your existence until relatively recently, proposing to take care of you and be present in your life from now on, it was Garp who raised and guided you all these years, plus he preferred not to meet Shanks at this time.

You were just confused, you always thought that your father had simply abandoned you, that he didn't want to know anything about your existence like your mother, and suddenly he is by your side showering you with affection and gifts. You took cautious steps with all that sudden affection, Garp wasn't a bad tutor, but his way of showing love was sometimes… brutal, your father's soft hugs were definitely something better than grandfather's crushing ones.

"Hey hey, grandpa is here too, Hello, Hello! We brought a lot of food to help you recover faster."

"Idiot, people don't have the same metabolism as you, besides…" Ace, who was entering through the door with Luffy, took the banana that was for you out of his hand, he was trying to devour it "What's the point of bringing food for someone if you are going to eat it?!"

"What are you two doing here? You are in one of the marine hospitals."

"We are not just two, look good old man!"

Sabo smiled at his grandfather, who remained silent for a few minutes, before bursting out with a furious scream, even though Garp was not going to tell on them, he couldn't help but give them one of his love fists, it had been a long time since he had seen the three gathered in the same place. You laughed at the scene, you never saw Ace, Luffy or Sabo, you only knew anecdotes that Garp shared with you, but you definitely didn't regret having saved Ace, being judged for being the son of the pirate king was absurd, it's not like he had chosen it, you felt even better when you found out that you were the daughter of the infamous yonko Shanks, since you would have probably been put on the gallows if you weren't part of the marines for the same reason as Ace.

The silent room soon filled with life once the trio entered, breaking into the peaceful time Garp wanted to spend with you, as if the commotion of his three grandchildren crammed into your bed while ranting about their adventures wasn't enough, the door opened suddenly, revealing the person who was missing to spill the old man's glass of patience.

"Looks like I'm a little late, sorry, I had to knock out some marines to get in."

The first thing he did was push the three idiots away from your bed, then he left the bouquet of flowers that he brought to decorate your sad room and finally he kissed your forehead as a greeting, not used to this gesture you simply looked down, squeezing your blanket that covered your legs.

"How are you feeling? Are you taking your medication? Have you put the cream on the burn? Have you done your daily stretches?"

You felt even more dizzy when he bombarded you with questions than when you were talking to the other three idiots even though they were much louder, you nodded silently, smiling slightly at him, he returned the gesture with a wider smile, although it was quickly wiped away when Luffy attacked him, climbing onto his back like a monkey while laughing almost causing them both to fall to the ground.

As much as you wanted to join their little fight, which Ace and Sabo joined in on, with your current state you would have to hold back just watching while Garp tried to silence them or he would have to kick them all out of here, if it could happen he would grow more gray hairs.

You felt warm watching everyone interact, in the short time you had spent with them, you managed to create a great bond, even with Uta, who couldn't be present most of the time but who you also considered part of the family.

Things calmed down a couple of hours later, leaving only the two adults and you in a pleasant silence after all the commotion those three had caused, it was time to leave, but before, Shanks approached you, holding your hand, making small circles with his thumb on your skin.

"I know this is a bit sudden and that maybe you don't trust me… but would you like to travel with me, discovering new horizons?"

Your eyes shone with excitement when you heard him, your heart warmed, you didn't dislike the job as a marine, but an opportunity like this… it would make you feel much freer than in headquarters, it would make you feel like you didn't need to worry about so many things at such a young age.

"Don't put stupid ideas in your daughter's head! She's a good marine and she's just a teenager, she'll go far when she's a woman!"

"Woah, calm down old man, she can choose for herself, besides, I'm not asking her to be a pirate, I have to start taking care of my responsibilities as a father and I won't be able to do it if she stays here."

"You know very well that she will sentence her destiny once they see her traveling with you, her entire future as a marine…"

Garp fumed from his ears, feeling how all the work and effort he had put into educating you and guiding you on the right path was crumbling before his eyes. Shanks only stuck out his tongue in a mocking manner, making a mark of irritation appear on Garp's forehead.

"Like I said, she chooses."

The two looked at you with different emotions reflected in their eyes, although they could already imagine what you were going to respond after seeing your look of determination and enthusiasm worthy of a child receiving Christmas gifts, without being able to hold back, you sealed a large part of your future with your decision, but you didn't care much if you were a pirate or a marine as long as you kept your beloved and unexpected family.

[writeforfandoms]

The Name of the Wind 4

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Here we finally are continuing with this story! I'm trying to match up the timing on everything between these thee stories in the dragon riders 'verse. Yes, three. Our two special guests in this chapter will be leaving to their own story.

It'll be fun, I swear.

Warnings: Swearing, idiot in love, clueless reader, scheming riders, seriously the whole garrison is invested by now.

Word count: 1.8k

Dinner seemed nothing special, in the way that you'd become accustomed to meals here. There was the usual assortment of foods at every table, riders and staff settling down to eat. 

Alejandro was at the table you'd unofficially labeled his - not in the center of the room quite, but still easy to get to. Some of the usual people were there already - Rodolfo and Marin both nodded to you. 

The two new people were there as well, seated side by side across from Alejandro.

“Our guests for tonight,” Alejandro told you, motioning you to sit next to him. “Alex and Frank.” 

You greeted them both, settling next to Alejandro. They'd both cleaned up since you saw them earlier, though Frank hadn't bothered to shave. You'd never seen them before, and you were curious as to how they got here, and how long they'd be here. 

“You must be new here.” Frank eyed you, openly appraising. 

“Yes,” you admitted, a little surprised. 

“New rider?”

“Not exactly,” you hedged, on the border of being uncomfortable, and not sure why. 

“She is a leather worker,” Alejandro answered smoothly, one knee pressing into yours under the table, his elbow gently jostling your arm. “Quite skilled, as well.” 

You warmed under both the praise and the touches, shoulders relaxing even as you leaned ever so slightly into his space. 

Frank held your gaze for a moment before he nodded. “Then we'll be seeing you around again.” 

“Are you here often?” You took a tray from Alejandro, serving yourself food even as you glanced at the two men. 

Alex shrugged, a secretive half-smile twitching his lips. “We come through every so often.”

You looked between the two, seeing clearly that this was some kind of joke. But Alejandro nudged your knee again under the table, and you didn't ask. 

The conversation moved on from there, Rodolfo chiming in with daily reports. Another rider came over to talk to Alejandro for a few minutes, mostly ignoring Alex and Frank. They seemed content to be ignored, talking quietly to each other. 

You squashed your curiosity back down and ate your dinner quietly. 

Frank and Alex stood to leave in tandem, and Alejandro nodded to them. 

“Who were they?” You asked very quietly once they'd left. 

Alejandro hummed for a moment, arms crossed loosely over his chest. “You will see them from time to time,” he said slowly. “But you cannot ask what they do, or where they go. It is confidential.” 

“Okay.” You could do that. No problem. 

Well. Okay. You'd have to remind yourself not to ask, but you'd manage. 

He looked down at you, amused. “You won't see them so often it will be a problem,” he assured you. “Don't fret.” 

You chuckled. “Sure,” you agreed easily. “If you say so.” 

Alejandro shook his head but smiled, getting to his feet. “I will see you tomorrow.”

“Good night.” You watched him and Rodolfo walk out together, shoulders nearly pressed together. 

The view was quite nice, after all. 

Shaking your head at yourself, you cleared your place at the table and made your way back to your room. You had a little time before bed. Plenty of time to stuff your emotions back down. 

You were still trying not to find Alejandro attractive… but it wasn't easy. He made it very difficult, in fact. Especially when he sought you out at meal times, and took you on a flight, and promised he wouldn't let harm come to you… 

Really, how were you expected to not find him attractive? 

You squished your face in your pillow to squeal, just a little bit. 

The problem over the next few weeks wasn't work. It wasn't the dragons, as they had all learned that you were to be treated gently.

No. The problem was Alejandro. 

He ate most meals with you. He took you on two more flights. He made a point of seeing you at least once each day. 

He was distracting, but in the most pleasant way. Intriguing and courteous and funny. 

He was a major problem. 

You looked for him, almost automatically, every time you went to eat, or when you were in the dragons’ nesting area. Any time you heard his voice, you paused what you were doing to look. 

Honestly, it was a bit ridiculous. You were embarrassed at yourself. 

But you still looked. 

One night after dinner, Alejandro asked if you'd take a walk with him. You agreed, heart fluttering. 

“I will be gone a few days,” he said as the two of you strolled down empty hallways. “I need to go to the capital.” 

“Oh.” You couldn't help the way your heart sank with disappointment. 

“Rodolfo will be in charge while I'm gone,” he said, looking at you and away again. “It will only be a few days.” 

“I hope you have fun?” It came out for too much of a question, and you grimaced at yourself. 

He snorted. “I will not, but thank you. I dislike going, but I must sometimes.” 

“Why do you dislike it?”

He shrugged. “Politics,” he answered dryly. “There is an overabundance of people who feel far too self-important.”

You laughed, unable to hold it in. “I'm sorry,” you managed, still giggling. “But the look on your face.” 

He huffed, smiling. “It is never a hardship to make you laugh,” he murmured. “Is there anything you want from the capital?”

You blinked at him, taken completely by surprise. “I don't know.” 

He eyed you for a moment before he nodded, just once. “I will find you something, then.” 

You almost protested, except he turned to face you fully, two fingers under your chin tipping your face towards him. Your eyes went wide. 

“I will think of you,” he promised, low and quiet. “I need to go, because I need to wake early. I will see you in a few days.” He leaned in, and for a wild moment you thought he'd kiss you. Your heart leapt and then pounded, lips parting ever so slightly. 

But his lips landed on your cheek, soft and chaste. Your eyelids fluttered, a soft breath escaping you. 

The two of you stood perfectly still for one moment. Then Alejandro stepped back, his fingers falling from your skin. 

You watched him go, hand rising to touch the spot he'd just kissed. 

You hadn't imagined that. He had really kissed your cheek. 

Oh, you were way past trouble now. Now you were in deep. 

You meandered back to your room, completely distracted and oblivious to the world around you, replaying those precious moments over and over again to make sure you remembered them. 

You didn't sleep well, half-remembered dreams of flying then falling interrupting you through the night. 

You were surprised when Marin sat with you at breakfast. She asked about your day, and seemed genuinely interested. Which was… weird, but okay. 

But the weirdness didn't stop there. 

Various riders popped in to your workshop throughout the day. Some just asked how you were doing, while some asked about bringing you things for repairs. One even brought you a canteen of water, saying she'd noticed yours was empty. 

You were deeply, deeply confused. 

But you didn't actually object. 

Rodolfo gently herded you to the normal table at dinner, but he didn't try to make you talk. Just made sure you had food. 

Alejandro left for a few days and the whole garrison went extremely weird. 

Maybe they just needed some sleep. Or something. Maybe you needed sleep. 

Except the next day passed in much the same manner. You hadn't had so much conversation… basically ever. And with so many people! Even one of the kitchen staff found you to ask if you had enough scrap leather to make a holder for a knife. 

Which, of course, you did. Not that you'd tell her, the poor woman seemed easily flustered to begin with, but you weren't using scraps for this. 

You were also debating between telling Alejandro the entire garrison went nuts while he was gone, or never mentioning any of this again. 

You skipped breakfast the next day, sneaking some bread from the kitchen to tide you over until lunch. This, apparently, was a mistake, as what felt like half the garrison showed up at your workshop before lunch. Not all at once, thankfully, mostly alone with a few pairs or small groups showing up.

But still. Highly annoying while you were trying to work. 

You were gearing up around lunch time to yell at the group of three hovering outside your door when a dragon trumpeted outside. All three riders perked up, and the youngest (and boldest) of them darted inside to grab you. You barely had time to yelp before the three were half-dragging you off, your feet barely keeping up. 

Bright sunlight blinded you for a couple moments as they dragged you clear outside. But you felt the ground-shaking thump of a dragon landing. 

You didn't even have time to ask before the three abandoned you. You nearly stumbled, but managed not to. Huffing, you shaded your eyes to look. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest. 

Caba stopped just in front of you, rumbling a friendly greeting to you, head lowering to breathe hot air on top of your head. You couldn't help but laugh a little, reaching up to pat his snout. 

“You're here.” Alejandro sounded surprised but rallied quickly, throwing one leg over Caba's back and sliding down the big dragon's side. He landed easily, making you the teensiest bit jealous - you still nearly faceplanted every time. 

“I am,” you agreed, a little perplexed but mostly just happy to see him. “How was your trip?”

He waved a hand, dismissing the question. “Uneventful. Not worth it, as usual.” He paused a moment before he smiled. “But I did find this.” 

He produced a flower from nowhere, petals marbled pink and white. 

“Oh, it's beautiful.” You smiled, leaning closer to see if the flower had any fragrance. It did, and it smelled wonderful too. 

“It's for you.” Alejandro took one of your hands, curling your fingers delicately around the stem.

Your eyes blew wide and you jerked your gaze from the flower to him. He just smiled at you, warm and soft and so pleased. 

Excited not-exactly-whispering behind you made both of you turn to look. Alejandro's smile dropped and he huffed softly. 

“Excuse me, I have some riders to speak with,” he growled, much less happy now. But he paused and cupped your cheek, leaning in close to whisper, “I'll see you later.” And then he strode off, like a man on a warpath.

You dropped your gaze back to your flower and hid your smile behind it, inexplicably giddy.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Feast

AU Reverse Therapy

Previous Part: Tenderness

Summary: The Feast is coming and Malina has to take part in it.

Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer

Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)

Warnings: yandere, violence, torture, cannibalism, forced stolkhom syndrome, dubcon, noncon

Word count: 8515

Author's note: This is the first time I've written such a huge post. Gods of Chaos know, I adore this trio. I will continue to write about these guys, but drabbles.

And special thanks to @kit-williams who helped me to write smut part!

Song: London After Midnight - Love You To Death (feat. Sean Brennan)

Tag List: @druidwolf21, @pluvio-tea

“A feast?” - the girl asked, puzzled, sitting on Luka’s bed. He was sitting next to her, wringing his fingers in anticipation. Just like Malina, he was listening attentively to Virgil.

“Yes, it’s something like a celebration after a mission well accomplished.” - the man chuckled, looking seriously at the Lamenter. - “Only the top brass and distinguished warriors are allowed into the most important halls. As an incentive for their merits. And I’ll finally be able to take Luka with me.”

“Oh, congratulations.” - the girl smiled happily at the blond.

“Thank you.” - the space marine immediately scratched his nose in embarrassment. - “But this wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you. Your kindness and beauty… um, the Emperor, our joint prayers… only thanks to this I became a better person.”

Vergil only rolled his eyes at this bravado. Partly it was so. With the arrival of the girl, Luka really did become a better person. But Virgil couldn't help but notice that the Lamenter had become much more accustomed to attacking mortals. And if before he had limited himself to the flesh of adult bastards, now he had switched to younger and more innocent meat.

“I'm glad to hear it.” - the girl immediately leaned her back against the wall. - “But I think you exaggerate my merits too much. You've always been a great warrior. And you yourself mentioned that Virgil was your mentor.”

“Yes, he fell on my head.” - the veteran snorted, stretching his shoulders. - “That's not all. You're coming with us.”

The girl thought for a second that the air had been sucked out of her. She looked in amazement at the smiling weeper, then at the serious dismemberer. “But I can't leave the quarters. Can I?”

“Can't. But this is a special evening. And you'll be with us. No one will touch you.” - Virgil grinned carnivorously. - “Let them just try.”

“If you’re scared on the way, close your eyes.” - Luka was almost wagging his tail like a puppy, unable to contain his joy. - “Although no, you still shouldn’t open your eyes. It’s pretty dirty here and a vulnerable girl like you might get scared. And I’ll carry you.”

Malina was fiddling with her fingers excitedly. The sudden opportunity to leave the quarters was terrifying. The very thought that she would have to step into unfamiliar territory. Where the screams were coming from… was incredibly frightening.

But did she have a choice? She wasn’t asked, she was simply presented with an accomplished fact. Moreover, she wanted to support Luka. And Virgil said that it was a holiday. She always liked saints’ holidays in the agro-world. She wanted to like this one too.

“Fine.” - the girl whispered. But the men no longer listened to her, arguing about how much food the mourner could take into the room.

***

The quarters were lit up with Terran solar time. Malina didn't know if it was set up that way or if Virgil and Luka had set it up for the girl. After all, the Astartes were almost mythical figures in the Imperium. It was almost surprising that she had managed to relax in such unusual company for all her time here.

The girl was about to go to bed, as soon as the lights went out except for a couple of lamps, when Virgil approached her.

"Don't go to bed. We're just going to the Feast now. You'll get some sleep tomorrow."

Malina just nodded, allowing the massive hand to pull her away from the cozy bed. Allowing herself to be led to the iron door. The last time she came this close to it, there was a blood stain here. Here, a young boy had begged her to save him. And now she would go outside.

"Come on," the lamenter abruptly lifted the girl by the waist, pressing her to himself almost in a wedding style. The girl blushed, hiding her face in Luka's chest. He and Virgil were in their everyday clothes without armor. - "Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you, okay? You can even close your ears."

There was no need to repeat. As soon as Virgil opened the door, the girl immediately closed her eyes and ears, pressing herself against the Space Marine's chest. But even so, she could still smell the smells. The smells of blood and dirt. And from some rooms, the smell of excrement and dope was clearly coming.

This time, there were no screams except for a couple of rooms. And still, the feeling of otherworldly cold frightened Malina. She wanted to return to the room as soon as possible. The girl did not try to remember which paths they took. She would not take a step outside the quarters without Luka and Virgil.

But at some point, everything changed abruptly. There were too many smells. The room was filled with a hubbub that she was not used to. Malina trembled, clinging to Luka. She wasn't ready for the Feast, she didn't want to be here. But the Astartes only nuzzled the top of her head. "We're here. Open your eyes."

And she obeyed, as always.

She had never seen such a spacious hall as this one in her life. It could easily accommodate up to a thousand people. And to Malina's even greater horror, there were about 30 Space Marines and even more mortals. Although only a few of them behaved relaxed next to the Astartes. The others were clearly acting as slaves.

The portholes were completely closed, blocking the starry sky from view. The entire floor was strewn with pillows and blankets of rich embroidery. Red fabrics hung from the walls, and on certain ledges, in addition to the switched on lamps, candles were lit. And yet, despite the brightness, the hall was quite dark.

Food and drinks were scattered in the very center and in certain corners. The variety was amazing. Malina loved her food on the ship. Porridge with additives, hot soup and a favorite fruit drink. And was sure that the local serfs (or rather slaves) did not eat as well as she did. But the girl didn't know even half of the dishes prepared for the Feast.

The whole hall exudes luxury, bohemianism and hedonism. Things that the Astartes were not associated with at all.

The guests who had arrived were sitting at a distance, each in their own corner. Some were sipping hookahs, while others were getting drunk. But the one who stood out the most was the huge Space Marine in the center loge. The man was a real giant, towering over all the Astartes. And to her amazement, Malina recognized signs of obesity in some parts of the body. But the most prominent part of the body was in the form of a disfigured jaw with long fangs. Which he sank into a piece of meat.

The mortal woman sitting next to her, judging by her uniform and behavior, was the captain of the ship. Thin as a skeleton, there was not a single hair on her. There were bruises under her eyes from lack of sleep. And despite her sickly appearance, she held herself much more confidently and relaxed than Malina herself. Not to mention that judging by the way the two were talking, the woman was clearly not afraid to be cheeky to the space marines themselves.

“Wll, now give it to me here,” the veteran made a corresponding gesture with his hands. “Bacchus was just about to talk to you, so go to him.”

“Eh? Don’t tell me that the Voracious One wants to play as a mentor and talk about my future?” - seeing the flesh tearer’s smile, Luka groaned. - “Fine. Malina, I need to talk to our leader now. You’ll be scared of him, so go with Virgil. I’ll be soon.”

Malina only moaned in response, finding herself in Virgil’s arms. He immediately led her further into the hall while the clearly upset mourner headed towards the Astartes leader. Eventually, the space marine stopped near the loge. It was secluded enough that no one could interfere with them. And in the wall there was a round depression, reminiscent of a burrow. The curtain attached nearby clearly hinted that the person who decided to climb into the “hole” did not want to be disturbed. Malina desperately wanted to hide in the very depths, but instead the veteran placed her next to him on the pillows.

“This is our place, girl. No one will touch you if you stay in this loge.” - the veteran said, pushing the hookah closer to himself. Several dozen drugs were bubbling in the device, just waiting to be tried. - “You can take whatever you want, don't be shy.”

And there was something to take. In addition to the hookah and several packs of drugs waiting for the dismemberer, a whole buffet was set up on the bed. Malina had never seen such an abundance of fruits and sweets, fried meat and drinks in her life. Some of them were clearly alcohol. The girl tried not to pay attention to the torture devices that had also been prepared. Judging by what she had managed to notice, such devices were placed in each of the five loges. Most of the space marines were content with simple "seats" in the hall.

The realization that Virgil and now Luka were not the last people on the ship confused Malina. And she immediately grabbed the first thing she saw. A small beige cookie. Her parents were not exactly poor. The girl ate well and could afford clothes. And yet, they could not afford sweets, unlike the governor. But now she can try the once unavailable food.

“Where is all this from?” - the girl involuntarily asked, unable to tear her eyes away from the abundance of everything around her.

“Mmm, from the warehouses of the imperial worlds. Well, and some from the rogue traders. These scums have plenty of utensils for such entertainment.” - the veteran inhaled steam, sending a ring of smoke into the mortal's face, which made her cough. - “But we, the Emperor's Angels, need it more, don't you think? We must rest after a duty is done.”

“Yes, we need it more.” - Malina said, continuing to examine the cookies. She didn't want to look at the hall. And Virgil was clearly going to relax on drugs after months of hard battles. It was even unusual to see him in such a calm state. But she didn't want to breathe the same air as him.

Turning the cookies in different directions, Malina still decided to bite off a small part. The taste was sweet. Really sweet. The girl chewed as slowly as possible, trying to remember this unique taste. Before she ate another piece. It was absolutely delicious and she moaned from pleasure. But if she had any thoughts about trying all the dishes, they instantly evaporated when Malina finally glanced at the neighboring loge.

Another space marine was preparing tools on his knees, more suitable for construction work. He hummed, sharpening the blades. While two slaves kneeling nearby, whining, thin from hunger, looked greedily at the food. Waiting for their master to allow them to enjoy the food. If he allowed it at all. Looking closely, the girl realized with disgust that the slaves were still children.

Malina immediately looked down at her knees. She just needed to survive this night. The Feast would end and everything would be as before. She just needed to wait.

***

“Son, I knew from the first day that you would join our ranks. You were born to be a traitor, ha.” - Bacchus the Gluttonous laughed massively, causing his jaw to make a strange turn. - “Virgil is a good mentor. I hope he does not offend you too much?”

“No, sir.” - Luka pouted, watching the former Space Wolf gobble up the fried tyranid meat with both cheeks. The lamenter would have preferred raw, but alas, he was not offered even that piece. He was hungry.

“Really? And allows you to rob mortals? He is a real neat freak.”

“Within reason. I only have to not clutter the room.”

“Does he often give slaves for food? You are always hungry here.” - the man continued to listen attentively to the young lad, licking the bone. Despite his shabby appearance and cheeky behavior, there was a cunning look in his eyes.

“I hunt on the lower levels. You know these mutants, they breed constantly.”

“And he lets you touch your girl?”

“I don’t need his permission! She’s mine! I saved her! I’m her Angel!” - Luka perked up with irritation, which made his voice rise. But Bacchus only laughed at the excited mourner. The former Space Wolf adored this boy. But Captain Sever immediately hissed at the young traitor.

“Luka, watch your language. How do you talk to the commander?” - the woman’s creaky voice resembled the blade of a dagger. And she herself, sharp and prickly, looked angrily at the hunched over space marine.

“M'sorry, Eurydice.” - Luka sighed, looking away from the hairless woman. Just recently he had only made her laugh, and now she was building him up again. How difficult it was to deal with her at times. But Sever was the best in her field, and Bacchus demanded only respect for the mortal voidborn.

“You shouldn’t be so strict with the boy, Eurydice. I’m even touched by such love,” Captain Sever only rolled her eyes at the grinning Voracious. “An angel, you say? Hah, indeed. We are all the Emperor’s angels here. You especially.”

A sudden flicker and a light mist released into the air announced the beginning of the Feast. Luka shifted awkwardly on the floor, hoping to leave the boring conversation as soon as possible. While he listened to Bacchus’ wishes and Eurydice’s instructions, Malina was all alone. Yes, Virgil was with her. But that was not enough.

The Lamenter almost saw the girl crying from fear before his eyes. Curled up on her side like a kitten. So defenseless and beautiful. He could already hear her quietly calling for her Angel. He should have been protecting her and feeding her from his hand, but instead he was chilling here. Why? Why?

“Patience, Luka. I will let you go soon.” - Bacchus smiled softly, quietly chuckling at the nervousness and growing excitement of the Lamenter. - “Especially since Baphomet has finally finished all the preparations.”

At the same moment, a clawed finger tapped on the vox, calling all the guests to attention.

“It is time for the Feast. It is time to praise true power in the Galaxy.” - a soft voice carried over the vox like a love song. Baphomet loved to draw out words, irritating everyone around him. But not today. - “Then let us enjoy the feast that the servants of the False Emperor have so kindly prepared for us.”

One word, one push of the lever, and the main dish of the day was served to the hall. The captured servants of the Corpse on the Throne. Not just common soldiers or civilians. But the higher-ups. Priests, Sisters of Battle, Mechanicus. Even Astartes. Some were not destined to survive this evening. But other prisoners were not so lucky.

Some of the prisoners were brought in by servitors, tied to beds. Others were in cages. The wildest and most unfortunate were lowered into the hall on hooks. Screaming and crying, they swung through the air like lamps.

Baphomet loved mind games. His best device was to give a prisoner the illusion of freedom. In stasis, he lived out the life after a supposedly successful escape from the Red Corsairs. The prisoners believed that they had lived for decades, some even hundreds. Until Baphomet tore them out of stasis, taking them to the Feast. Their suffering, their pain and torment. Their hunger for illusion was the main food for the Immaterium.

Luke couldn't help but lick his lips as he saw the Ultramarine screaming in pain. The poor guy had lost all his limbs and felt more helpless than ever. Perhaps if the mourner asks nicely, Bacchus will allow him to eat him? He must satisfy his hunger for blood before he comes to Malina. And then he will satisfy a completely different kind of hunger.

***

Malina pressed her hands to her ears, trying to drown out all the sounds. But there were too many mortal captives. Too many for their cries and screams to penetrate her brain. Accusing and humiliating them for the fact that while they were suffering, she was basking on soft pillows. Eating and drinking as much as she wanted. She was not beaten, raped or tortured.

But if she left the loge, if she showed disobedience. No, if she showed hatred for her protectors, she would find herself among this hubbub. Malina began to cry, repeating the saving mantra to herself. She loved Luka and Virgil. They were her Angels. They were the Emperor's warriors. She had to believe in this no matter what happened. Then she would not find herself among these unfortunates. Her skin would not be torn off alive, they would not be devoured with a smile on her face.

Malina herself did not notice how she opened her eyes and again fixed her gaze on the neighboring loge. The Space Marine still allowed the children to eat. But he himself took advantage of their helplessness. And next to him on the table with fruit, a crippled monk was already tied up, screaming curses from the impossibility of saving the children.

The cannibal bastard, who felt someone else's gaze, immediately turned all his attention to Malina. Licking his bloody lips, he winked at her before again pouncing on the hand of the little boy, who was crying bitterly. At the same moment, the little girl, waiting for her turn, looked at Malina. She asked for help and condemned her with just one look.

It was unbearable.

Abruptly and without warning, Malina felt her hands being pulled away from her ears. A rasping voice whispered lies into her ear, trying to calm her. "The traitors of the Imperium got what they deserved."

Malina sobbed. She was a traitor to the Imperium. While His servants suffered. But she did not want to join them. She did not. She trembled as massive hands wrapped around her shoulders. The fear that Virgil might punish her robbed the mortal of her sanity.

“N-no, please. I-I’ll be good. I’ll be good.” - Malina burst into tears, not knowing whether she wanted to push the space marine away or cling to him. Breaking down from helplessness, the girl nevertheless pressed herself against the stunned veteran’s chest, clinging to his clothes with her nails like a drowning woman.

“Malina, stop.” - the flesh tearer awkwardly stroked the girl’s shoulders. He clearly hadn’t expected such a reaction and couldn’t fully understand how to react. The mourner was better at calming down damsels in distress. Virgil was much better at driving girls crazy. - “You’re good already. Don’t be hysterical. Stop it.”

The man immediately took a glass from the table, running his eyes over the bottles while the girl continued to snore on his chest. Finally, having mixed Malina’s favorite fruit drink and amasec, he gently grabbed the girl's head as best he could. And he brought the glass to her lips, waiting for her to open her mouth. “Come on, if you’re such an obedient girl, drink it. It will make you feel better.”

The girl sobbed, but that was enough. The veteran poured the glass into the girl, not sparing a drop. Malina didn’t even have time to take a sip, which is why the alcohol simply poured out onto her chin. Tears ran down her cheeks indiscriminately, but she continued to drink, waiting for this torture to end. As soon as Virgil removed the glass, Malina immediately began to sharply inhale air. Not even a minute had passed, and her mind was already clouded by the amasec.

“What a good girl,” the flesh tearer praised, admiring how beautifully the red color looked on her olive skin. But he was not going to hurt Malina. No. But the thought of pouring the blood of an unfortunate slave or a worthy enemy on her beat in his brain with intense force.

Alas, but seeing Baphomet finally come to the hall, the dismemberer sighed. Virgil knew that he could hope for Malina's prudence, and yet this was her first Feast. She needed to get used to such holidays, which meant he needed to keep an eye on her. Fortunately, such a ritual did not require open worship of the Chaos Gods from the Space Marines. This was done for them on other levels, openly offering prayers and asking for more strength.

“I need to go to our Apothecary and talk about an important matter.” - the veteran poked the tired mortal in the nose. - “Stay here and wait. Do not go anywhere.”

At first, Malina didn't even understand Virgil's words. She just stupidly watched as the flesh tearer left the loge. Until he disappeared into the fog. The girl groaned and lay down on the pillows, clutching her stomach. Amasek hit her head hard, but even he couldn't drown out the screams of the victims. She wanted to sleep.

She didn't know how long she lay like that. At some point, it seemed to her that someone was calling her. Hurrying to her with all his might, hoping to save her from this nightmare. But this is such stupidity. There is no escape from this nightmare. She was left alone. Buried in a feeling of despair and guilt.

Suddenly, the girl felt someone grab her by the armpits and carry her away. Malina immediately screamed, trying to push the kidnapper away from her. "No, no! Virgil! Virgil! Luka!" The captive, realizing that she had been thrown into a hole on soft blankets and pillows, curled up into a ball and closed her eyes.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid.” - a familiar voice caressed her soothingly, as did a warm hand on her cheek. - “I’m here, I’m with you. Your angel will always protect you.”

There was no point in guessing who had hidden the girl from the chaos that reigned in the hall. Malina opened her eyes and let out a weak, frightened moan. Luka was clearly trying to wipe someone else’s blood from his face, but he couldn’t get it all off his mouth. This look contrasted with his soft smile.

“L-Luka, I-” - the girl blinked rapidly, trying to shake off unwanted tears. Malina didn’t know what she wanted to say. She didn’t know what she wanted to do. Should she pull away from the man or, on the contrary, throw herself into his arms? It didn’t matter what she wanted, she had to do the latter.

“I’ve come. Everything is fine. Sorry I was gone for so long. You were so scared, weren't you? Cruel punishment for heretics is part of the Feast. I should have warned you." - the man carefully wiped away the tears until his finger fell on the captive's lower lip. With each passing second, the pupils absorbed the blue of her eyes more and more. - "But now you're with me, I'll take care of you. Do you know why?"

"W-why?" - the girl sobbed. From the touching laughter of Luka lying above her, her whole back was covered in goosebumps. It seemed to be the same wonderful and kind laugh as the boy next door. But why does it exude such gloom? Such an obsession.

"Oh, my beloved. Because" - Luka gently leaned towards the girl's face, filling her entire visible view. She could not see anything except his madness. - "Angel loves you."

One moment and the mourner's lips immediately covered Malina's. The girl squealed in shock, which made Luka even more excited. Almost growling, he kneaded her lips without asking for more. Trying to put all the confession, all the feelings that had previously boiled in him into their first kiss. Now he could not restrain himself, not deceive his beloved. Now they would really be together.

Malina just lay there, stunned, unable to move. All the fears, all the guesses about the strange behavior of the space marines turned out to be true. But she could not even imagine that they would give themselves away so soon. To tell the truth, she hoped that this would never happen. But seeing a strip of saliva as soon as Luka tore himself away from her lips, she realized how naive she had been.

“Malina? A-are you alright?” - the young man worried, seeing the absolute horror on the girl’s face. He didn’t even understand why she was afraid.

“Y-yes. Alright. But you, you’re an Astartes.” - the girl’s tongue was twisted, she didn’t know what she wanted to tell Luka. Why was she clinging to the past? She needed to accept their “Imperial Truth” if she wanted to survive. - “Can Astartes really-”

“Of course! Think about it, would the God-Emperor deprive his Angels of such a beautiful feeling as love?” - Luka smiled happily. His face was filled with such adoration, which only made the girl even more taken aback. - “I love you, Malina. I have always loved you and will love you. You were sent to me by higher powers. I will kill everyone for you, I will devour every innocent soul just so that you will always be with me.”

The Astartes' voice dropped a lower octave, sounding less human with each dark promise he made. The girl only whined louder from such a confession. She felt that everything Luka said was true. And even if after the Feast little would change in her life, and she would always be protected. It was too much! Too much for her. To accept such feelings. To accept the death of innocents that would be on her shoulders.

But she had not opened the door to that boy. Even though he begged her. Even though he was also a prisoner, a loyal Imperial. Unlike her. She had no choice then, what choice did she have now? Did she want to be among the screaming victims? And Luka was ready to protect her here and now. He loved her. And Virgil cared about her.

Maybe she should stop resisting?

“Do you love me?” Luka nuzzled the girl’s cheek like a puppy. His blue eyes looked expectantly at Malina. And to her horror and disgust, she knew that her next answer was true.

“I-I love you.” - the girl barely exhaled before her lips attacked with renewed vigor. And if the first time Luka clearly held back, now he terrorized her.

The lamenter attacked her lips with renewed fervor. If earlier he held back just so as not to scare Malina. Now he was going to take complete control over her and leave marks all over her insides. It wasn’t even difficult for Luka to spread her lips with his tongue. With each clumsy but furious movement, he moaned into her mouth.

“You’re sweet, sweet like a berry. Like blood. And all mine.”

The girl blinked hard, hoping not to cry again from fear of such obsession. Malina watched as the lamenter, without breaking away from the kiss, awkwardly placed his hand on her chest. He immediately opened his eyes and pulled away from her, breathing heavily. Luka carefully kneaded the soft flesh a couple of times with curiosity like a ball. Before his hands found the buttons on the girl's shirt.

“I-I, I’ve been thinking about this for so long. Dreaming about this connection.” - the Astartes swallowed. His thumbs were struggling with the buttons, but to Luka’s credit, he wasn’t about to rip Malina’s clothes off yet. - “You-you’ll like it. I’ll be gentle. I WANT to be gentle. I-I’ll try. We’re going to be together forever, but this time has to be special, right?”

It was all happening too fast. Too suddenly, and the pressure with which Luka attacked Malina was terribly strong. She didn’t even have time to fully feel her feelings when Luka got rid of the top of her clothes. Shame, fear, embarrassment. Her whole world turned into mush. But she had to come back to reality again when the angel’s mouth completely grabbed her right breast.

“Oh,” - the girl immediately squealed, moving away from the blond. But a strong hand grabbed her by the back of her head which stopped her weak efforts. Luka did not give her freedom of action, completely controlling the process. He slobbered and sucked her tender breast with zealous hunger and such persistence that it even caught her. The pleasure was slow to grow but Malina could feel it gathering between her legs, but as soon as he tore his lips away from the breast, the growing pleasure melted away and Malina's hair immediately stood on end. Her entire chest turned blue from the hickey as if she had been hit.

"Your breasts are so small." - the eager Lamenter whispered enthusiastically, looking at the girl's stomach until his fingers reached her hips. - "It's so charming. You are charming."

But no matter how pleasant Luka's praises were, all this disappeared with the sharp intrusion of a finger into her pussy. Malina grimaced and groaned in pain, her hands shot to his shoulders, nails digging in as the pain was clear on her face. Luka’s fingers were too much… too dry to push in so eagerly and it hurt her. Luka could not stop the sad, almost puppylike, look on his face at her reaction. Even still he looked at her expressive face and he was so enchanted by how she looked up at him.

"Don't, please, it hurts." - tears rolled helplessly down her cheeks. The delicate folds squeezed, trying to push away the rough flesh. She could not stop herself from pulling away as pain drove her actions but Luka kept her in place.

“Sorry, but it will only hurt more. Virgil said that I need to stretch you and then everything will be fine.” - the Astartes kissed the girl on the nose before muttering. - “Although I have never seen him do it himself. Do I need to start right away?” There was a dangerous undertone to his eager ask if he could start right away.

“No!” She nearly screamed as her eyes went wide as she hoped he couldn’t smell her fear. With a trembling hand she placed a palm on Luka’s cheek, watching his eyes focus on her face like she was a mouse being hunted by a cat. She watched his nose flair as he inhaled through his nostrils. His movements stilled as Malina swallowed, finding her voice, “J-just slow down… I need to prepare, Please.”

The flush on Luka’s cheeks was the only note of his embarrassment but Luka was a good soldier when it came to learning a new skill. He was especially dedicated in learning this as it was his beloved Malina that needed him to hone this skill to pleasure her. Luka finally acquired a slow soothing even tempo and much to her shame she could feel her arousal growing. Her head resting on his chest as she could hear her own soft breathing as her body enjoyed the intrusion. She was already thinking about pleasuring herself by reaching for her clitoris and helping this along but sadly that wasn’t fated to come true. She tensed hearing the Astartes growl above her. Luka couldn’t restrain himself any longer the pressure in his groin was too much, he could feel himself salivate as he pulled the finger free of her warm walls and pushed it into his maw. Luka moaned as he cleaned his finger and he couldn’t wait any longer. He could not stop repeating his apology while he pulled his clothes off. 

Malina flinched away as he pulled back slightly, stripping himself free of his clothes. His body was scarred and clearly that of a warrior that the angelic face of his hid. He continued his weak apologies, “I can’t, I can’t. I want to be inside you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” - Luka positioned himself between her thighs, she whined and flinched at the throbbing flesh pressing against her, ignoring Malina’s weak sobs, looking soothingly at her stomach. - “It will be better next time. Just relax, alright?”

Malina shuddered internally at Luka's words. This was only the beginning, she guessed. But hearing that the Lamenter would take her to bed more than once. At that moment, she felt so helpless and pathetic as never before. The fear of invasion overwhelmed her. She felt that she could no longer restrain herself. It did not matter whether the Astartes would get angry or not. She was scared. 

"Luka, wait, wait! Stop!" - the girl pressed her palms to the Space Marine's shoulders, almost pushing him away. - "I c-can't, I'm scared! I've never... I-I'm a virgin."

Maybe she expected pity from him? Or was she still afraid of his anger? But Luka's warming eyes and the death grip of his hands on her hips were the best answer. Malina did not stop him with her confession. She excited him.

"It's a sign. It's a sign! We're meant to be together." The warrior cooed over her, pressing his cock harder and harder against her lower lips. "Don't be afraid, I'm your savior. Relax. Relax.”

She tried, she really did. The girl really tried to relax and let the natural lubrication help in the penetration. But it still hurts. Too much pain. Luka moaned openly, experiencing the soft body. He tried to move slowly, giving his beloved a chance to get used to him. But the soft folds wrapped around his member like a warm embrace. Like a home. And as soon as he cut through the fabric, pushing her virgin body to its limit, and felt the metallic scent of blood, he exhaled furiously.

The Lamenters were much better at resisting the Black Rage. Although in extreme situations, even they were not able to cope with it. This happened to Luka, when he tore his brothers apart with his own hands. Now he was a slave to the Blood Thirst. But the smell of the girl's blood... it was metallic, unremarkable. But it was the blood of his Malina. And it spilled in such a humane way.

Luka himself did not notice how he increased the pace, pounding harder into the pliable body. She was tight, warm, alive. And although he heard her crying from afar, the Astartes knew that it would not last long. Soon he would see her gentle smile again. Soon she would invite him to bed herself. Soon, soon.

Malina was already openly crying at this point. Trying to hide her suffering was useless. She just wanted him to come out of her. But as soon as Luka awkwardly leaned towards her face, she immediately hugged him around the neck, pressing herself against his hard body. She wanted him to stop this torture so much.

“Please, please, slow down.” - she raised her head, kissing the angel’s chin. He immediately blushed at her antics. - “Angel, don’t hurt me.” She begged so pitifully.

Luka breathed hard through his nose. His eyes bulged as he stared at her. He looked like an animal, feral and wild. But at least he slowed down. Malina winced, resting her head on his shoulder as if seeking protection. Luka, entranced by her movement, slowly rocked his hips, but even so, it was too difficult for her to get used to his size. Malina felt how her whole being resisted Luka and prayed that he would not tear her apart. But for now, albeit with difficulty, the Lamenter held back his urges.

For some time, she pressed her forehead against the other’s shoulder, softly and breathlessly thanking him for moving slowly, unknowingly enamoring Luka more and more to the idea she was his soft and gentle thing, until one movement hit the right spot. For the first time, moaning not only from pain, Malina looked at Luka. He looked excitedly into her brown eyes, moving in the right direction again. The next sigh only gave him a stronger desire to speed up despite Malina's whining.

But he was no longer listening to her.

It seemed that they were both lost in the emotions and feelings that had engulfed them. Only moans and sounds of flesh on flesh were heard. Luka was enjoying this. He was enjoying every moment, every new sensation from how his cock was thrusting into her cervix. Enjoying the closeness with the girl. How her hair and arms were scattered on the pillows. How her breasts were bouncing. How her closed eyes and parted lips expressed pure bliss. She looked like an angel. And the knowledge that this was only the beginning only drove Luka crazy, causing drool to drip freely from his mouth.

And Malina… she just resigned herself. After all, what more could she do? She was at Luka’s tender mercies even if he was bruising her hard. She relaxed as best as she could trying to adjust just hoping the pain would subside. She focused on the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, ignoring the cries of those suffering behind the dome. She focused on the wet churning sound her sensitive sex now made as Luka’s cock pushed in and out of her sex, ignoring those pleas of mercy in the distance. She focused on the way Luka breathed… it sounded inhuman. Malina could feel the way his drool dripped onto her skin making the flesh itch slightly but she moaned as Luka aimed for that spot inside of her. Luka was scary, he was horrifying… and she forced herself to repeat the mantra that he loved her. He loved her. And she was certain that Virgil did too. It now just rested on her… she just needed time… she felt herself arch as the coil inside of her tightened… she just needed time. 

And she had plenty of time.

***

Malina was lying on Virgil's lap after what had happened. After she and Luka had finished, the girl immediately asked to get dressed. She was still embarrassed that they had sex almost in front of everyone. Although the fabric hid them, and according to Luka, everyone gave in to their temptations. But remaining naked was beyond her.

Virgil just found her when Luka, hugging the girl, cooed over her. Tired in shabby clothes, Malina then looked into Virgil's eyes without strength. He immediately frowned, took the girl in his arms and told the Lamenter that she needed to rest. And he should not interfere and better fill his belly. Moreover, there were too many mortal prisoners at this Feast.

Virgil, sitting on the pillows, smoked the drug, occasionally glancing at the bloody spectacle in the hall. Where the “actors” on the stage built for the evening had to really cut themselves and each other. But according to the flesh tearer, “this is the best punishment for traitors to the Imperium.” She, of course, should not watch these horrors. Malina was grateful that their loge was far from the performance.

She just wanted to fall asleep. Close her eyes and find herself in a familiar room as soon as possible. At home. And hope that the new Feast will not come soon. The distant screams in the corridor did not seem so frightening now. Malina shuddered at such thoughts. No, she should not perceive this as the norm. Let her be anxious, but it is better than losing a part of herself.

“It will be over soon, don't worry.” - Virgil gently stroked the girl's head, catching her trembling. Red eyes carefully followed her every movement and facial expression. - “We’ll go back to our place and you’ll get some sleep. It’s been a hard day, hasn’t it?”

The girl only nodded, clinging closer to the veteran. He only grinned like a shark. Well, it was worth taking Malina to one celebration and she lost all fear of him. And it’s embarrassing to admit, but he even liked it.

Of course, Luka didn’t miss his chance to grab a tasty morsel. Virgil could have also claimed his rights that day. Or waited until Malina fell asleep. But he generously decided to let the girl rest. The flesh tearer would still have time to embrace her and enjoy her. Maybe even when she was awake. Without hiding, admit to her how much he had become attached to her.

However, a mortal who suddenly appeared distracted Virgil from his thoughts. The man, recognizing the imperial jester in front of him, grinned. He didn’t even know whether he was annoyed or, on the contrary, wanted to laugh. But as soon as he remembered one of the evenings, a predatory smile appeared on his lips. Oh, how vile he was towards such a wonderful beauty.

“Malina, you said that you loved the sermons of Saint Ignatius, right?” - the heretic licked his lips seeing how the girl’s eyelashes fluttered tenderly. - “You can meet your hero.”

The captive pressed her lips and fingers together, staring at the legs of the man who approached them. She only felt a new wave of fatigue from Virgil’s barely restrained laughter. From the fact that she was destined to meet on the ship with the man whose sermons she had listened to as a little girl. And raising herself on her elbows, Malina finally looked at the uninvited guest. At that moment, she felt nothing. Neither fear nor disgust. Only compassion and pity.

The God-Emperor abandoned even his most faithful servant.

Malina had always imagined Saint Ignatius as a middle-aged man. With a kind and gentle smile. And wise eyes that had seen the horrors of the Immaterium. And her expectations were justified. The priest really did look like she had imagined. Only instead of eyes, there were gaping chasms, and the skin from his cheeks and forehead was disgustingly stitched together to hide the terrible holes. Enormous cuts shone on his cheeks. All his white and gold clothes were stained with blood and worse.

“Ah, this is that beloved that Luka told me about.” - the man turned his head towards the girl. His voice was soft and soothing. He had no eyes, but he saw her. - “I am glad that another soul on this holy ship finds time to read my sermons. Did you like them?”

“Yes.” - Malina didn’t lie. She didn’t see the point. And lying to Saint Ignatius would be blasphemy. “They give me hope.”

It was hope that kept her afloat. Although the captive couldn’t even really say what to hope for. The light of the God-Emperor was farther from her than ever and she didn’t think she would return to it. Maybe she didn’t even want to. And yet, this light was still a part of her.

“That’s nice, my dear. That’s nice.” - Ignatius smiled softly, causing the cuts on his cheeks to bleed a little. But he didn’t pay attention to it, apparently accustomed to the pain. - “I hope someday your protectors will allow us to pray together.”

“I-I don’t think that will happen soon,” the girl noted evasively. She was grateful to Virgil for his silence. Although just recently the Flesh Tearer clearly enjoyed the opportunity to see her fear. Now he just silently watched the awkward conversation.

But she really wanted to see Ignatius again. Never before had she felt so connected to someone. His sermons in church warmed her heart, and his books here gave her strength. But meeting the saint, Malina clearly felt that he was a person like her. In need of support.

“Not soon does not mean never, right? Time will tell. I will not distract you. It was nice to meet such a beautiful girl. And remember, Malina. The Emperor protects.”

Oh, how she wanted to say that this was not her name. How she wanted to say that no one would protect them. That she prayed less and less, that she had almost lost her faith. And yet, hearing the parting words, the girl smiled back. There were no tears. Only peace.

“The Emperor protects.”

The man nodded before leaving the girl. No one paid attention to Ignatius except perhaps one Space Marine. He laughingly ordered the priest to brand the "heretic" on his forehead. And the saint, not knowing what he was doing, agreed with all his religious fervor.

“Well, how are you? Are you glad you met him? Not every ship has its own saint. Ignatius resisted for a long time, but he finally realized that his fate is now tied to ours. Just like yours.” - Virgil blew out a cloud of smoke, relaxing more and more from the drug. - “And if you behave well, you can pray with your saint.”

She will. She will always behave well in order to survive. To enjoy every day, without going crazy with fear and sadness. And now Malina will be even more obedient. If only to meet Saint Ignatius again. Close her eyes, say a prayer and for a second imagine that she is not here. As if she is at home.

The priest slowly, as if groping, walked forward, not paying attention to the horrors happening in the hall. Luka, who was hurrying to the flesh tearer and the mortal, almost recoiled when he saw Saint Ignatius. The freckled boyish face twisted in disgust. For a second, the girl thought she saw fear. She couldn't tell whether she liked the sight or not.

"Virgil, I've run into that nasty old man Ignatius again. Why doesn't Bacchus keep that animal on a leash, eh?" The Lamenter shrugged. At that moment, he didn't look like an angel at all. But as soon as he knelt down in front of the girl, his face immediately transformed with puppy-like delight. - "Hey, Malina. Look what I brought you."

The Astartes handed the girl a deep glass plate, completely filled with berries. The girl had grown up on an agri-world. She knew enough about plants to understand what was in front of her. And yet these berries were unfamiliar to her. Surely only aristocrats ate them. The dark brown liquid inside the plate did not disgust her. But it was also unfamiliar to her.

“What is this?” - Malina muttered embarrassedly, unable to look Luka in the eyes. After what had happened between them, she still felt embarrassed. She still felt the burning between her legs. Fortunately, the Astartes allowed her to wipe away the blood and his sperm.

“Strawberries in chocolate. It's really tasty. They are usually eaten by rogue traders and other mongrels of the Emperor.” - The Lamenter did not watch his language, staring at the girl. - “Try it, you will like it.”

Malina carefully scooped up a berry and bit off half. She had never eaten such sweet food in her life. Trying to chew slowly just to prolong the pleasure, the girl still looked into the blue eyes. The Astartes smiled triumphantly, still holding the plate in front of her, like a bowl in front of a kitten.

“Indeed, it is delicious. Thank you.” - Malina turned to the almost prone flesh tearer, holding out the berry to him. - “Virgil, do you want some?”

The veteran raised an eyebrow in surprise at the girl’s offer. But without saying anything, he slowly leaned towards the surprised Malina. Smirking, he grabbed the strawberry with his lips and ran his tongue over her trembling fingers. Virgil didn’t even know what was nicer. The girl who had gone quiet from shyness or the blond burning with jealousy. The berry was nothing compared to the blood.

“It’s really delicious.” - the man almost growled, which made Malina almost fall onto the pillows. She shyly clasped her hands to her chest before looking at the silent Luka. Even if the Astartes had any bad thoughts, they immediately disappeared as soon as he saw her innocent and fragile look.

“Here, take it.” - the lamenter placed the plate in the girl’s hands to free his own. He immediately sat down next to Virgil, pulling Malina towards him. Her back touched his chest and she immediately felt the heat of the Astartes' heated body. - "This is all yours. You must eat well to be healthy and beautiful. Right, my sweetie?" Luka almost whispered in the girl's ear, kissing her temple.

Malina nodded, trying to enjoy the strawberries and trying to calm her nerves. While Luka's massive arms gently wrapped around her waist and gently cupped her breasts. But he still restrained his urges, gently kissing the top of his beloved's head and cheeks. While Virgil continued to smoke drugs and keep an eye on the unfortunate captive.

Each of them felt different and at the same time the same feelings. As if they had become closer than ever before. Perhaps that was the case. Luka was beside himself with happiness, enjoying his open obsession. The opportunity to love endlessly and devotedly as he could a monster like him. Virgil continued to hide in the shadows, remaining more of an observer. But even so, he managed to settle in the heart of their angel. As she in his.

It was strange. Strange and wrong. But Malina finally managed to relax, finding herself in the presence of two men. She had never received and would never receive so much love and care as from Luka and Virgil. And although Malina would always be afraid. But this was the best alternative.

***

Massive arms gently carried the fragile body, pressing it to her chest so tightly that Malina could hear someone else's heartbeat. Of course, the girl knew that Astartes had two hearts, but knowing was one thing, and hearing was another. I wonder. Does this mean that they love twice as much?

Malina happily listened as the rumble, screams and cries moved away with each step. All sounds disappeared as if in a haze. She was tired, she could not open her eyes. But she still could not allow herself to sleep. She could not afford such a luxury until they returned to a safe corner. Her little paradise.

Finally, the familiar sound of an opening iron door was heard. A couple of steps and the girl felt the softness of a familiar blanket and pillow. The air was filled with the aroma of candles, recently eaten soup and gunpowder. It smelled as it should have.

"Now you can sleep." - Virgil said. His voice was very close to Malina and at the same time far away. As if the man was everywhere. - "You deserve to rest."

She really needed to rest.

"Are we home?" - the girl murmured sleepily, clutching the blanket in her fingers. A sigh was heard above Malina's head before someone else's hands stroked her head. Tenderly and softly, with all the love.

"Yes, Malina. We are home." - Luka whispered before kissing her cheek. Carefully and quickly, just so as not to disturb her. Falling asleep, she felt someone else's gaze for a very long time. Finally.

She was home.

[glassartpeasants]

Run Rabbit Run .07

Yandere!Eustass Kid x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, reader having vivid nightmares, reader having a crisis, Kid being the insane fuck he is, Tashigi and G-5 being real ones, little happy moments???

A/N: I will defend all of G-5 will my DYING breath. Only Marines that I don't hate

music playlist

tags: @rebeccawinters @iggy5055 @dairygrrl @childconnoisseur @menifire1092 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @nerdgeekandeverysweet-blog @sydneyyyya

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10

~~~

You pace back and forth in the infirmary. The sound of your shoes hitting the floor was nothing compared to your speeding heartbeat. Nothing like this happened at all when you were with Kid. So why now that you’ve escaped, has it shown up? Why did this have to happen?

Biting your knuckles, you try to ignore the agonizing feeling in your gut. The universe obviously wasn’t done screwing with you if what you feared was true. Not to mention how it’d affect everything good going on in your life.

“Take a deep breath and sit down, okay? Stressing isn’t gonna help.”

“How can I not stress?! What if it’s exactly what we think it is? What if I really am…”

“Pregnant?” Tashigi’s voice cuts into your skin as soon as the word leaves her throat. It felt like a fresh stab to your heart. Hearing the word out loud only made the fear all the more real and strong.

“I can’t even hear the word without being nauseous.” Taking a seat next to Tashigi on the infirmary bed, you put your head in your hands.

“What am I supposed to do? I still have four months to get to Sabaody. Not to mention, I wouldn’t be able to fulfill my promise to you and Vice Admiral Smoker! A pirate on a Marine ship was pushing it, but a pregnant pirate on a Marine ship? He’ll probably dump me somewhere since I won’t be able to fight alongside you guys like I promised…” Tears start threatening to spill from your eyes as all the worst-case scenarios start playing through your head. 

“Vice Admiral Smoker would never! Sure, he’s a little rough around the edge, but he’d never kick you off for something that you can’t control.” Soft tears slip from your cheeks as you listen to her words.

“Do you think the Straw Hats will take me back? I know you're a Marine, so your answer might be biased, but…”

“If they don’t, you can come back to G-5 and join the Marines!” You giggle slightly.

“If push comes to shove and they don’t take me back, you're gonna be stuck with me.” Tashigi smiles at you brightly, which makes you smile in return.

Yet there was still one cripiling fear that resurfaced and continues to resurface no matter how hard you try to forget it.

You remembered what Kid said when you told him that the Straw Hats would save you. The rage in his eyes, when those words slipped from your lips, made you fear for any future you might have that didn’t involve Kid. If he made a statement about the Straw Hats without a second thought, would he do the same to G-5? He’s violent in general, but you can’t imagine how violent everything would get if he got his hands on the people who helped you hide from him.

“What should I do though? What if I really am pregnant?” Tashigi was quiet as she thought about how to answer.

“Would it look like him? Have his facial features or hair? Could it look like me?”

“I don’t know. Only time will tell if or when the baby arrives.” You lay your head on her shoulder as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“We’re stopping at an island tomorrow to gather supplies. We could go to the hospital there to see what the fully certified doctors have to say.”

“What about the bounty on me from Kid?”

“We can disguise you? I’m sure we can try to hide as many identifiers as possible.”

“I guess. Let’s hope that it works.”

~~~

Sitting still, you let Tashigi mess with your appearance. The two of you have been in her cabin for what felt like forever just to disguise you. She had you put on one of her long-sleeved shirts under your Marine uniform to hide the scars along your arms.  

“What if we put a small part of your hair in front of your eye/scar to hide it? It’ll look a little weird, but it’d be less eye-catching than a bandage.”

“Alright, sounds good.” The two of you stand up and begin to make your way to the ship’s deck.

It was a beautiful day outside when you left her cabin. The sun shined down and watched you walk beside Tashigi as you passed the rest of G-5, who were getting ready to grab supplies. Your legs feel weak as you struggle to walk down the ramp. The sound of bustling passerby’s and the talking of the crew from behind you only makes your nervousness worse. The overwhelming feeling of anxiety swallowed you whole as you finally stepped foot off the dock and onto the green grass. Hearing your shoes glide against the grass for the first time since Sabaody made a small upturn of your lip. A tiny ray of happiness in the dark of your anxiety and fear. 

“Look mom! It’s the Marines!” Looking to your right, you see a small boy and his mother. He tugged on his mom's arm to try and bring her closer to you and Tashigi. The boy held such a cute smile as he ran up to you.

“I wanna become a Marine! I can fight and kick pirate's butt!” His eyes held such a bright light that it was impossible not to be as smiley as him. Crouching down slightly, you watch as the little boy rolls on his heels.

“Is that so? Are you sure you got what it takes, little man? Are you brave enough to also fight the weather?”

“I’m brave! I’m not afraid of anything! The weather is nothing!” The little boy’s excitement made your heart skip a few beats. For a living being so small, he has so much happiness and life inside him.

“Tell ya what, come back in a few years, and we’ll be happy to have you join.”

“Why not now?” A cute pout played against the boy's face.

“To get stronger, of course! Plus, wouldn’t you miss your mommy if we let you come with us?” the boy turns around to see his mom smiling at him. He ran to her and wrapped himself around her. He said something, but it was muffled by his mother's clothes.

“Thank you for giving him a second of your time. I bet you guys are busy, so we should be off. Do you wanna say goodbye to the Marines, baby?” Lifting his face from his mother's clothes, he waves to you and Tashigi with the cutest smile.

“Byyee...” You both walk in different directions after waving back, the sound of the giddy child ringing in your ears.

“Said like a true Marine.”

“Best pirate Marine the world has ever seen.” You whisper rhyme, and it only makes Tashigi laugh.

“I think you’ll be okay (Y/N).” She whispered back, making you turn to look at her.

“Huh?”

“I think you’ll be okay. You seem good with children. Your caring personality really shows.”

“OH! Well, that's only one child! Plus, I might not actually be pregnant! The universe might have just wanted to scare me…” Laughing awkwardly, you think about what the doctor and their tests would say.

While making your way to the hospital, it seemed like you passed by every child on the island. Kids from 13 all the way to infants. All of them with happy parents giving them the love they deserve. The joyful giggles made a small smile crack along your lips. 

Yet, it soon disappeared as you unconsciously put your hand to your stomach. All those children with happy lives with healthy caring parents. If you really were pregnant, the child’s life would be nothing like the ones living on this island. It’d be constantly on the run along side you. That can’t be healthy for a baby right?

“Looks like we’re here.” The big sign saying ‘HOSPITAL’ made you swallow the lump in your throat as you walked through the front doors right beside Tashigi.

It seemed like everyone and their grandma was here today. Almost the entire waiting room was full. You get in line behind a man and wait for your turn as Tashigi goes and sits down. Once it got to your turn though, you feel your hands start to sweat.

“Hi, welcome to Halyard Island Hospital. What can I do for you today, Marine?”

“Oh, um, think I might be pregnant, but I want a doctor to check it out before I jump to any conclusions.” The receptionist started typing before she asked for your birthday and name. You start to internally freak out before remembering that you don’t have any records on yourself. Why not just give her a fake name and date of birth?

“(....) (......) is my name and my birth date is (.........).”

“Alright, you're good to go. Have a seat, and the doctor will be with you as soon as possible.” Giving a small nod, you go sit next to Tashigi, who has started to read a magazine.

“What are you reading?”

“Judging the ugly fashion choices.” You let out a snort, hearing her words.

“Didn’t know I was in the presence of a fashion designer. Mind if I judge with you to learn your skills?” 

“I’m feeling generous, so I guess I can take in an apprentice.” The two of you laugh as you look down at the magazine. It was refreshing to have a small burst of silliness instead of fear and panic.

It felt like twenty minutes before your ‘name’ was called. Your heart beats against your ribs as you and Tashigi follow the doctor. The world seemed to spin as you walked along the halls. The familiar nausea you’ve been having coming back.

‘My luck is nonexistent.’ Holding the wall, you try to walk normally. Thankfully, Tashigi notices and helps you walk to the room. Once entering the room, you sit on the paper-covered bed as Tashigi sits on the chair next to it.

“So it says you think you're pregnant but want a doctor to confirm it?”

“Yes.” Sitting down at the computer, the doctor starts to give you a check-up.

“When’s the last time you had intercourse?” You can feel your face burn, and Tashigi lets out a snort. 

“Two or three months ago? I believe?”

“Did you have your cycle during that?”

“Mine can be irregular, so I thought nothing of it at first, but it’s been a week since it should have started, and nothing has happened.”

“Okay. Any symptoms? Nausea, fatigue, frequent trips to the bathroom, weird food cravings, body ache, anything like that?” Listing them out, the doctor said them in the most calming way. She’s probably dealt with people like you, coming and going all the time.

“All of the above, except for the food cravings.”

“Yet.”

“Yet.” You snap your head to Tashigi, who’s smiling at you while holding back a giggle as she tries to make you laugh. Even the doctor let out a quiet laugh.

“Well, we have tests that we can use cause while it sounds like you could be pregnant, it’s better to be sure.”

“What kind of tests?”

“Blood and urine. The urine one is usually more correct and takes less time.”

“Alright. That one, then.”

~~~

The doctor had left to bring the sample to the lab, leaving you and Tashigi alone again. You lay against the bed and stare at the ceiling.

“What should I do if it’s positive? The sea is no place for a child to grow. Especially the New World.”

“You have months to think about it if you are. Don’t overwhelm yourself, and think about it all right now.” Tashigi was probably right, but it still scratched away at your mind.

“Do you want to be pregnant?”

“No. If it was another man’s baby, then maybe. But we both know whose child it’d be if I am.” Tashigi stays silent and lets you talk.

“A child deserves a happy home. With loving parents. Not someone like me. I already have so much shit to deal with from what happened, and adding a child to the mix wouldn’t be fair to them. Having a mother who has problems all the way to the ozone layer.” Just as Tashigi goes to speak, a knocking interrupts her.

“The test results came back.” The doctor's voice had you holding your breath as your heart jumped in suspense.

“And?” Sitting on the edge of your seat, you both look at the doctor.

“It’s positive! Congratulations! Your gonna be a mother!” You knew the doctor didn’t know your story, so you're not mad at her happy news delivery. Instead of what felt like a punch to the chest, was an overload of feelings. To many to name, so all you can do is let the tears start pouring harshly.

Your sobs didn’t shock the doctor, so you thought she must have concluded that you were crying tears of joy. Which they definitely weren’t. Each tear felt like battery acid sliding down your skin. This was supposed to be a happy moment. This was supposed to be a moment shared with your fiance. You were supposed to be crying tears of joy next to them, happy that you can finally have a family with the person you love.

But once again, this was just another moment in your life ruined by the man who took everything from you. Even when you were away from him, he always somehow had a way to remind you that you're never free of him. No matter where you go, he’ll always be next to you. In your mind or in person was for the universe to decide. And now, it decided that it wasn’t done with you just yet.

~~~

Walking out of the hospital, you're silent as you walk next to Tashigi. The doctor had given you a bag of things to help you on your ‘journey.’ Little things like booklets on what to expect, recommended medical items safe for mother and child, things to watch out for, and more. Didn’t help she gave you a bag with a pacifier on it. 

“You okay? You’ve been quiet since we left.”

“Just wondering what the fuck I’m gonna do. Not to mention when Vice Admiral Smoker finds out-”

“There's no need to worry. Everything will be okay.” Before you can respond, countless footsteps come running toward you. Looking up, you see some of G-5 rushing their way to the both of you. It caused a gust of wind to come rushing through and slightly move the hair covering your facial scar. Leaving it visible to the world.

“Shit.” You quickly try to cover it up and act normal, hoping no one saw you in your split second of weakness.

“Marines! What’s going on?”

“Pirates were seen sailing up to the docks! The others and Vice Admiral Smoker are there as we speak!”

“Alright, let’s go take them down! Contact the others and tell them we’ll be there as fast as we can!”

“Right away-” The Marines stop their words as their eyes train in on the bag in your hand. You can see the gears turning in their heads before it finally clicks. They all gasp and point to the bag like children.

“Stop pointing! We’ll talk about that when we leave the island! Contact Smoker!”

“Uh, right! Yes, Captain!” Everyone, including you, started running towards the docks to back up the Vice Admiral.

~~~

You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been staring at yourself in the mirror, but it was enough time for you to grip the edge of the bathroom sink and try to calm your breathing. 

It was difficult to look at yourself in the mirror. The person staring back at you wasn’t someone you recognized. The scar that covered your face laughed at you endlessly, as well as the ones on your arm that were currently visible while in your uniform.

You try to imagine yourself before the raid. Before the Straw Hats, before the scars, and before Kid. Would past you even know who you are? Would your fiance still love you if they saw you like this and were still alive? Still love you and all the mental, physical, and emotional damage you’ve received? And even after knowingly carrying another person's child despite it being out of your control?

Would anyone love you?

Who would want a broken doll when they can just buy a new one? Without all the cracks and damage it’s received along its journey? Not to mention, who’d want a doll with an ‘owner’ willing to kill anyone who touches what’s his?

People would be afraid to even get close to you, let alone love you. What sane person would dare love something that could get them killed? Why love something that can’t go one day without crying or trembling when a certain thing is said or done? Why love someone who carries the child of the devil himself?

The sound of tears hitting the sink brought you back to the present. Your breathing was ragged as you tried to calm yourself down so no one would hear your sobs. Biting your lip, you look at your teary face in the mirror. Your hands shake as your knuckles turn white from how hard you were gripping the sink. But even through your blurry vision, your eye caught sight of the bag on the counter that the doctor had given you earlier that day.

“This shouldn’t be how you come into the world. You should be able to grow up carefree with a stable parent. Not me, who can’t even go one night without waking up in a cold sweat from nightmares. A child shouldn’t have to move from place to place just to make sure his crazy father won’t kidnap him and his mom. I’m so sorry that I’m going to be the one you call mother. Please forgive me…” Quiet hiccups and sobs bounce off the walls and can be heard from outside the bathroom door. Even trying your best to be silent, your woeful cries caught the attention of your comrades.

“Man, this is kinda painful to hear. She’s being really hard on herself.”

“Never thought I’d feel bad for a pirate yet here i am.”

“What will those Straw Hats think?” Hushed whispers were exchanged among the Marines before all went silent as soon as a shadow of a man loomed over them.

KNOCK KNOCK

Wiping your tears and shoving down yoru emotions, you grab your bag before opening the door.

“Sorry for being so long I-”

“Is it true, rookie?” Vice Admiral Smoker’s voice made your stomach drop. Did Tashigi tell him? Or at least tried to?

“Vice Admiral Smoker! I didn’t know you’d-”

“Is it true?” You looked up at him, and all you could do was nod as you tried to hold back the rest of the emotions you shoved away moments ago. But it didn’t matter. He could see your trembling lips and glassy eyes.

“So Tashigi was right.”

“I’m so sorry, Vice Admiral! I promise I’ll still do everything you want! Please don’t kick me off the ship! I’ll still fight in battles, anything you want I’ll still do!” Your begging only caused pity to fill Smokers body. Watching you beg for a simply a place of refuge confirmed that you were indeed pregnant. Normally, he’d never let a pregnant woman on his ship. A pregnant pirate nonetheless, but were you even a pirate? That ‘bounty’ ad wasn’t a government issued one, the whole world thinks almost everyone died on your island, including you. They basically have no record of your existence except the ad that Kid had put up for you. And based on what he’s observed, you seemed perfectly contempt when you lived as a civilian before everything went down. You simply feel like you owe your life to the Straw Hats. It’d probably be the same way if it was the Marines that saved you the first time. But they wouldn’t have let you get kidnapped again, but there was nothing that could change the past.

“I’m not gonna kick you off. You're not going out fighting pirates, but everything else will stay the same. Not going easy on you just cause you're pregnant.” He could see the relief fill your eyes at his words.

“Thank you so much! Thank you, thank you!”

“Now quit your crying and go to the dining hall. Foods done.” Sniffling a bit, you smile as you make your way to the dining hall. While it didn’t soothe all your worries, knowing you’d be safe here and Smoker would let you stay helped soothe those knawing thoughts.

~~~

The day was going great so far, no bad weater in sight, clear skies and the breakfast for the day was your favorite! You did have to tell everyone the news about your pregnancy and while it was hard, they all seemed very supportive. No one treated you differently after hearing the news which you greatly appreciated. The last thing you wanted to be reminded of was being pregnant. It’s easier for everyone in the world if it only stayed between you and G-5.

“Uh (Y/N)? Have you seen today's paper?” Another Marine came up to you with the paper in hand.

“No? Is something wrong? Did Kid up the bounty again?” 

“Not exactly…” Handing you the paper, you open it with a questioning look. But as soon as your eyes scan the front page, they blow wide open.

“What?!”

~~~~

“Kid! Open the door!” The first mate of the Kid pirates banged on the metal door of his Captain's workshop. When the paper bird had delivered the daily paper, he expected the paper to be as bland as it has been the past few months. Same old, same old. That was until he looked at the front page of the paper. Instead of the bounty ad, there was a picture. A fresh picture of you.

‘Eustass Kid’s Darling, (L/N) (Y/N), Spotted on Halyard Island?’

He didn’t even read the article that accompanied it before making a dash to his friends workshop. This was finally a clue as to where you might be. Finally something to get Kid to shut the fuck up and prevent him from destroying more things in fits of rage.

“Fucking christ Killer! What do you want?!” As soon as the red-headed man opened the door, the newspaper was shoved into his chest.

“Look at the front page.” Scoffing, Kid uncrumples the paper, giving his friend a quick glare. But Killer could see the insane glee in his eyes when he read the front page.

‘The woman the entire New World has been looking for has finally been spotted! She was last seen leaving a hospital on Halyard Island disgused as a Marine! Unknown whether its a real Marine uniform or not. A gust of wind blew her hair away which hid her facial scar, making it visible for the world to see and identify her! Let’s not forget what she seems to have clutched tightly in her hand! Could this mean the cruelest pirate of the worst generation might be a father? Only time can tell.’

“Of course, it’s the fucking Marines who hid her! Always getting in my damn business. Killer! Set course to Halyard Island!”

“Already told Wire on my way here.”

“Good. Board and search any Marine ships we see on the way there. If the Marines are hiding her, then we can’t take chances and let them slip past us.”

“You do know what this means, right?”

“Yeah, I get what’s mine back.” Killer hit the back of Kid’s head.

“Ow! What the fuck?!”

“It means pull your head out of your ass! If it’s true, if (Y/N) is pregnant, that means you're going to be a dad. Any enemies other than the Marines will want to kidnap and hurt (Y/N) and your possible unborn child. We already knew the risks of putting out the ad. It's to let our enemies know that you have a weakness. But now she could be in even more danger when pregnant. We need to get her before she gives birth understand?” Rubbing the back of his head, Kid realized Killer was right. Your safety was in danger even more now that his enemies knew that you might be pregnant. Not to mention, what are the Marines gonna do with you and his child?

The thought of him being a father finally hit him a full force when he invisioned the moment he got his hands on you again. He’d get to see your belly grow with something the both of you created. The child would be the thing that keeps you with him forever.

~~~

“Do these journalists not have any souls?! Who would want to snitch on an escapee?! Truly heartless.” Tashigi rubbed your back as you cried into your hands. How could your luck grow so sour?

“I knew I shouldn’t have taken that dumb bag! Now the whole New World knows about this stupid fucking child!” Tashigi lets out a sigh. 

“I’m sorry. It’s no one’s fault this happened except the person who took the picture. Not yours or the unborn baby.” Wrapping your arms around your tummy, you sniffle. 

“I’m sorry. I just…This should be an experience I share with someone I love. I should be talking about baby things with joy and eating gross, a combination of random food, not fearing for my and the baby’s safety twenty-four-seven. I should be able to sleep without having nightmares about their father's eyes.” Tashigi stays quiet as she continues to try and soothe your troubled mind.

“What if they look alike? What if the baby’s a spitting image of him?” 

“You’ll be able to turn them into something Kid isn’t. Make them kind and loving. Have them be the person Kid can never be. It’ll be like starting a new. They aren’t just Kid’s child. They’ll also be yours.” Rubbing your eyes, you nod in agreement, trying to convince yourself that what she spoke was true.

“You're right. Thank you, Tashigi.”

~~~

Hours later and your still thinkning about Tashigi’s words. How the small thing growing inside you wasn’t just Kid’s, it was yours too. You had the power to make sure that the insanity ends with Kid. 

But even with her words, your heart and soul still burned in rage and sadness. Knowing that the child you thought you’d be raising happily with your fiance was in fact the offspring of satan himself. A product of lies and bloodied hands.

An eerie sense of lonliness surrounds you making yoru skin prickle and the tips of your fingers tingling. You run your hands along your upper arms to try and warm yourself, maybe to even stimulate a hug. Just something that could make you feel less alone.

Even though you have the G-5, you still felt like you were fighting alone. Why couldn’t you have just gone home and have your mom and dad still be alive? Waiting for you on the porch, your fiance running out from the house to pick you up and twirl you around. Kissing you repeatedly and crying out how much they loved and missed you.

Yet, even with all the crying, pleading, and denial, you know that you’ll never feel your fiance’s touch again. Never hearing your parents telling you how much they love you. You couldn’t even remember what they looked like or sounded like anymore. Cause all you see and hear is him.

Even in your day dreams he was there. Invading every part of your mind. You could be imaging how you used to dance with your fiance, only for kid to take his place. He’d grab you and hold you close while laughing. Forcing you to dance his macrabe seranade.

You could feel tears slide down your skin as you now realize its no longer your fiance’s touch that your body craves, it’s his. Those times where he’d envelop you in his coat while he held you. Times where his kisses were nothing but burns along your body.

Clenching your fists tight, you feel the feelings you tried so hard to destroy resurface. How can five months of amensia battle against two years of pure hatred? What did Kid magically do that made you fall in love with him? Why was there still that sliver in your heart that made you miss him? After all he’s done to you, why does your body still miss his touch? Why did your heartbeat quicken every time you remember how he gently ran his fingers through your hair when he was drunk and starting to pass out?

Curling up in a fetal position, you just silently cry yourself to sleep as you wished for the positive feelings for Kid would decay and disappear.

A low hum woke you open from your sleep as your eyes flutter open. The blur quickly leaving and you see a familiar room. A smile slips across your lips while you move your hand behind you. The feeling of silky hair touching your fingertips made you sigh as you softly started to run your fingers through it.

You just then notice the arms around you tighten and a kiss being placed on the crook of your neck.

“Morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” Groaning into your skin, you feel his words vibrate against your neck.

“Slept fine.” More kisses were pressed along your skin, which made your cheeks burn up.

“Dream about anything?”

“No.”

“Well, I dreamt about you.” Turning to look over your shoulder, you see amber eyes staring back at you. Red hair slightly brushing against your jaw.

“Better have been good.” You maneuver your body to the point you're facing him. Placing your hands on his face, you chuckle.

“I dreamt about kissing this pretty face of yours.” A red hue covered the man’s cheeks as he looked at you wide-eyed.

“Aw, Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid is blushing! You're so cute when you blush.”

“I’m not cute shut up.”

“No.” You started placing kisses on each freckle that adorned his face. The heat of his cheeks were hitting your lips as he lays there frozen. With each kiss, you couldn’t help but giggle. You wished you were wearing lipstick just so you could see his face covered in pretty (color) lipstick. When you pulled away, almost his entire face was as red as his hair.

“Sappy little shit.” Pushing your face to his chest, Kid lays his own on top of yours. Being surrounded by his presence only, you felt safe in his arms. You can feel him hug you a little tighter.

“I’m not going anywhere. No need to smush me.” Laughing, you kiss his chest, only for Kid’s arms to tighten around you even more. It started to hurt as you couldn’t move. His strong arms pressing harshly against your ribs. 

“Um Kid? Your squeezing kinda hard and it hurts. Do you think you can lighten up a bit?” Instead of loosening his grip, Kid only tightens his arms around you more. It felt like a python was constricting you. The pressure felt like it was gonna break your bones.

“Kid! You're really hurting me! Please stop!” Pushing and squirming, you desperately try to escape Kid’s killing grip.

“How dare you think you can fucking leave me? Do you think I won’t follow you! Find you? You can never fucking leave me!” With your heart dropping to your stomach, you try to pinpoint his behavior. What the hell is he talking about?

“What are you talking about?! I’m right here! I haven’t left!” Just then, a SNAP could be heard, and a brutal pain was felt in your chest. He must have broken a rib cause the pain was unbelievable.

“I’ll kill everyone who takes you away from me. Those worthless Straw Hats and those puny G-5 Marines. No one takes what’s fucking mine.” More pressure is applied to your body, and it feels as if more bones are quietly cracking. It was starting to feel like your ribs were stabbing your lungs, making it hard to breathe.

“What are you talking about?! Who are you talking about?!” Fear coursed through your veins as you looked up at Kid. Your eyes widened, seeing the pure madness that swirled inside his eyes. With as much strength as you can, you try to use your devil fruit powers to electrify him just in hopes of getting him off. There was a quiet crackling before a loud ZAP was heard, and you see Kid jump back and fall to the floor off the bed.

Without a seconds waste, you jump out of bed and run out of the bedroom. Yet the second you open and close the door, your blood freezes at the sight your met with. Fire, smoke and black silouttes staring right at you.

“(Y/N)!” You didn’t have time to question. You had to run now. With fear coursing through your veins and electric static slithering along your body, you ran past the silhouettes and into the fire and smoke.

The heat and smoke made it difficult to breathe but the broken rib hurt more yet here you were running as fast as you can. It caught you off guard when you started hearing voices coming from the silouttes. No, not voices, screams. High pitched screams started playing from each direction. Women’s, children’s, and men’s screams were all around you. Not even covering your ears stopped the loud horrific screaming. It sounded like they were in horrific pain and agony. Begging to be free from this etneral hell their suffering.

“Running can only get you so far (Y/N)!” Still covering your ears, you try to zone out his words. The broken rib causes excruciating pain as you run away faster. Who was this man chasing you? Where was your Kid? This couldn’t be him!

A baby crying has you uncovering your ears and your eyes widening. In these flickering flames and deblilitating smoke a baby was crying! You move to the sound of the crying baby, hoping it wasn’t hurt. Running through the flames, you look desperatly, trying to find it before the flames got to it. The flames were already licking at your uncovered skin so you couldn’t imagine what it’s doing to a baby’s sensitive skin.

Finally you see a bassonett right in the middle of a ring of fire. Small hands reaching out trying to grab anything. Running to the bassonett, you bend down and quickly to see the baby in it. But the moment you see the baby’s face, your blood goes cold.

There was no face.

Watching in shock and horror as the baby continued to cry out. It had no mouth how was it crying? Reaching out with a shaky hand you gently touch the baby’s chunky finger. It wrapped it’s little hand around your finger and you could hear it’s cry’s start to stop.

The heavy sound of Kid’s footsteps  quickly reminded you of your situation. Without another thought, you grab the bundled up baby and begin to run. The cries soon resumed as you run through the fire and smoke. The screams of the silouttes got louder with every step you took. You tried to cover the baby’s ears to protect it from the screaming. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, no need to cry, little one. We’ll be okay, alright? You’ll be okay.” Five fingers touched your scalp before the burning pain of your hair being pulled surged through your body. You were pulled back before falling on your butt. Opening your eyes, you try to see if the baby is okay, only to see it’s gone. Not in your arms, around you, and now its cries were gone. Like it never existed.

“Caught you, princess. Now let’s go.” Now it was your turn to scream as you tried to untangle his fingers from your hair.

“No! Let me go! Why are you acting like this?!” You feel Kid lift you to your feet, making you look up at him with watery eyes and a trembling bottom lip. He gives you a grin before responding.

“Oh, princess.” Moving his mouth to your ear, he whispers,

“I’ve always been like this.”

Your eyes blow open as you wake up in a cold sweat. Quickly sitting up, you move your head back and forth, preparing to see smoke and flames. Yet, to your delight, you were just met with the rest of the G-5 Marines, sleeping in their bunks peacefully. Placing your hand over your heart, you can feel your heart beat faster than ever.

With shaky breaths, you lay back down and stare at the ceiling. You’ve never had that nightmare before. Could it have to do with that you now know your pregnant you’ll start having more of those kinds of nightmares? Nightmares including a baby? Would the baby even have a face in the next dream? You didn’t know and didn’t want to know.

~~~

“I’ve never felt so much mischief fill my bones than right now.”

“It is pretty cool and funny.”

“Pretty funny and cool? It’s fucking awesome! I’ve got actual finger guns! Except they shoot electric shocks instead of bullets.” While training with Vice Admiral Smoker, you pretended to shoot a Marine who was passing by with your fingers, only for a shot of electricity to actually come shooting out of your fingers.

Smoker, you, and the Marine all stood there for a second to try and comprehend what happened before you started hyping yourself up for finding a new move you have. It has you counting how many moves you had and what names you should call them.

“Okay, so I have a move to cover my entire body with electricity. I’ve been able to make a ball of electricity when I focus hard enough and throw it. I got finger guns…and that’s it.” You thought you had more, but you just proved that you still have lots more to learn about your devil fruit capabilities. 

“Try making one of those electricity balls you were talking about.” Smoker's voice breaks through your inner thoughts.

“Of course! I’ve only done it once, so forgive me if it’s bad.” Taking a deep breath, you try to focus all your energy into your hands. If you did it once, you can do it again. Breathing in heavily, you feel the familiar tingling in your fingers.

Sizzling and snapping ring across the deck as you watch your hands do the same thing they did that night Heat told you, you had devil fruit powers. You can see your hands start to shake when the ball finally starts to materialize. Even with the ball being small as it is, it was difficult to make it stable. How did you do it so well the first time is unknown.

Just then, the ball exploded and the electricity shot out in all different directions. Thankfully no one got hurt but you immediately felt bad for putting other people in danger.

“Oh my god, is everyone okay!? I’m so sorry!” Smoker only crossed his arms.

“It’s fine. You might be able to make that a move, but it’s also dangerous to do around people. So practice that alone and do it when you're surrounded by enemies.” Nodding, you look down at your hands and see red burning lines along your skin. It must have been one of the downsides of your devil fruit. But the sound of a squawking paper bird has you looking up. The second you looked up, today’s paper came falling down before hitting you straight in the face.

“Ow! Damn bird!” Rubbing your nose, you grab the newspaper off the ground. Giving the bird the finger, you open the paper, and horror washes over you the moment you read the title.

‘Halyward Island Ransacked and Burned to Ashes by Kid Pirates!’

“What?! No way…” The picture that accompanied it was ruined buildings and smoke still fizzling from the ashes. Its monotone colors make the horror from the singular picture more gut-wrenching.

‘After recent news about Eustass Kid’s darling being spotted on Halyard Island, it seems the man himself decided to make an appearance to take back what’s his. But unfortunately, it seems his darling has already left the island! Some surviving islanders are mad that she came to the island while some don’t blame her. It’s a 50/50 split among the survivors. Will this be a one time thing or will any island be in danger if she’s spotted there?’

Lowering the newspaper, you look down at the ground with tears running down your eyes. You were completely silent as the tears slipped across your skin. Your hands shook as your horrified look tipped off Smoker and the Marine. It didn’t hit you that Smoker had taken the paper from your hands before you heard him cuss.

“What the fuck is this shit?! Ain’t no way they're blaming you for a pirate's insanity!” You see Smoker ripping apart the newspaper before throwing it overboard. He walked over to you with a stern look on his face.

“Listen here (Y/N), what happened on Halyard Island is not your fault. Journalists are all freaks who feed off the misery and suffering of others. Now tell me it isn’t your fault.” Letting out a few sniffles and shaky breaths, you repeat it back to him while wiping your tears.

“...it’s not my fault…”

“I didn’t hear you!”

“It’s not my fault.”

“Again!”

“It’s not my fault!”

“And don’t you forget it! We’re done for today.” Just like that, Smoker turns around and walks away. Leaving you and the Marine there.

“He’s right. It’s not your fault.”

“I should know that, but the guilt is killing me. It felt like I was looking at a picture of my home.”

“Maybe take a nap? Sleeping always makes me feel better, even if it’s just for a second.”

“I guess…” You rub your upper arm to soothe yourself as you make your way to the bunks. While being alone sounds nice to hide and cry, it also sounds horrible. It’d leave you with your toxic thoughts as the words on the paper replay in your mind every single second. You fear how true it was as you remember the little boy who came up to you. Was he okay? He was so sweet. You hoped he knew it wasn’t your fault.

When you made it to your bunk, you collapse on the bed and hold your stomach. A heartbreaking feeling overcomes you as the thought of the little boy getting hurt. He was a simple child, he shouldn’t have to deal with such destruction. Looking down at your tummy, you let out a shaky breath.

“Why can’t I accept it’s not my fault? I even tried disguising myself. If it wasn’t for the small gust of wind, then that island might still be okay.”

“I keep thinking about you and this whole pregnancy thing. I won’t lie to you. I’ve been thinking about once you're in the world, I was gonna put you up for adoption. It’d be better for both of us. I haven’t even met you, but I know you deserve a normal, loving home. A place where you can grow up without worries. A place you can grow up without me.” Your body begins to shake as more tears soon blur your vision. Biting your trembling lip, you try to collect yourself.

“I can’t take care of you. Not when I feel like I’m about to break down any second. I hate your father and want him to keel over and die. My hatred is something I don’t want you to grow up surrounded by. I want you to love the world. You could even try to change it for the better.” The silence after your words makes you let out a pitiful giggle.

“You're not even the size of an oreo, and yet I’m talking to you like you can hear me. God, I probably look so crazy talking to myself. Maybe I am crazy, maybe this is all a dream, and I’ll wake up at home. That’d be insane, huh? Everything I’ve ever known in the past two to three years just gone. And that's another reason why I cannot be your mother. I want that. I want this hell to be a dream. I want to go back to my home. Wake up and realize that this never happened.”

“I cannot be the mother of a child I dream doesn’t exist. I do hope you understand in the far future, why I’m making this decision. Please don’t hate me for it. I just want you to have a childhood so loving that your smile lights up a room. That even the worst of the worst can’t ignore or harm you in any way once they see your smile.”

“And while that smile is not something I can give you, know that I don’t hate you. I just know this is best for you. And what’s best for you…isn’t me.”

~~~

Another art piece lets gooo

[winchesterwild78]

The Hunter pt 4

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (together), Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Bobby Singer x Reader (Uncle/Niece)

Warnings: Mention of Death, Angst, Cheating, death

A/N: I’ve been working on getting some stories out and it’s driving me crazy. I’m turning this one into a series, probably short(ish), not 100% yet. This story came to me after starting Supernatural again. We all know how Dean feels about relationships, but let’s just pretend he finally gave in. 😀 

*time jumps in this chapter, this story is coming to an end soon.*

This is my own work, please do not take it or copy it without my permission. It’s based on characters from Supernatural, but doesn’t follow the timeline completely. I wrote it fast and edited it fast. Please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

*Time Jump 1 year*

Dean had been promoted to assistant manager of the garage, and you were almost finished with your degree. You loved working with kids, so you were getting your teaching degree. Dean has been so supportive and helped you study. You were stressed, working full time, trying to be a good girlfriend, and taking night classes. 

You were sitting at the kitchen table studying late one afternoon. Having planned a dinner to celebrate you passing a test, you went to the grocery store, and planned to have it ready for Dean when he came home. While the chicken was marinating, you pulled out your homework and started working. 

At some point you had fallen asleep, completely exhausted from the long hours you’d been putting in with work and you going to school. You were sleeping so deeply you didn’t hear the door when Dean came home. “I’m home, sweetheart.” When he didn’t hear you answer he went looking for you and found you asleep on your pile of work, drooling. 

It was the cutest thing he’d seen in a while. He took out his phone and snapped a picture. Dean walked over to you and softly shook you away, “Baby, I’m home. Wake up.” You sat up, wiping the drool from your face. Dean smiled, “rough day?” You stretched and yawned, “No, just busy. I’m so sorry Dean, I had dinner marinating and I must have fallen asleep.” 

Dean pulled you into his arms, “It’s okay sweetheart, just cover it and let’s go out to dinner, or I’ll order something and go get it.” You started to cry, overcome with emotions and exhaustion, “Dean I had planned an amazing dinner to celebrate me passing that test we studied for.” Dean kissed your lips and wiped away your tears, “Hey, come on. Let’s go out and celebrate. If you want, you can cook it tomorrow night.” 

You agreed and grabbed your coat. Dean drove the two of you to your favorite diner. You both ordered a cheeseburger, french fries, and chocolate pie for dessert. Over dinner the two of you talked about work, life, and your future. A woman walked in the restaurant pushing a stroller, and holding the hand of her toddler. She looked overwhelmed and exhausted, trying to keep the baby from crying and the toddler from running away. She sat down in the booth behind you and Dean. 

She placed the toddler in the booth first, and grabbed the crying baby out of the stroller. Your back was to her and Dean was looking behind you chuckling and making faces. You turned and saw the toddler popping their head over the booth and making faces at Dean. Before the mother could stop him, he crawled under the table and came over to you. Climbing in the booth with you he hung on you. The mother was out of the booth apologizing, but you and Dean told her it was okay. 

She ordered food for her and the toddler, while she fed the baby. Her son, who you learned was named Matthew, took a liking to you and Dean. “Looks like you’ve got some competition, Dean.” You laughed playfully. “Looks like it, hey Matthew, that’s my girl.” Matthew looked at Dean and shook his head “no”. When their food arrived, you helped him back over to the booth. You sat with the mom and learned her husband had just died unexpectedly, and she was so overwhelmed with taking care of the children alone. 

Your heart ached for her. When you asked her how her husband died, you weren’t prepared for what she told you. “The police say it was an animal attack, but I don’t think it was. He was acting strange the night he died. He was in his study working, then all of a sudden he said he had to leave to find “her”. I have no idea who he was talking about. The autopsy revealed he had a high level of oxytocin in his system. They never could explain that. When I got his clothes back, there was lipstick on them.”

You took her hand and offered her an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. Do you know who the lipstick belonged to?” “No, Eric was loyal and we were so in love. The police think he was having an affair, but I know Eric, that wasn’t him at all.” 

You helped her feed Matthew so she could eat too. You gave her your number and told her if she ever needed a break or help to give you a call. She thanked you and once she finished eating she took over with Matthew.

You returned to Dean who was smiling at you. “What? What’s so funny?” “Nothing, I just love watching you take care of people. You’re amazing, you know that.” You grabbed his hand, “Thank you, so are you. I think we have a hunting problem, though.” Dean’s eyes went wide, “What makes you say that sweetheart?”

“Well Amber’s husband died unexpectedly recently. The police think it was an animal attack, but she isn’t convinced.” You continued telling Dean what Amber told you, “Dean, I think we are dealing with a Siren.” “Really? I guess that would explain the odd behavior and the high level of oxytocin.”

“Should we call Bobby or Jody in on this?” You asked, looking at Dean. “Not yet, let’s do some research first.” You shook your head in agreement. The two of you talked more about the potential case and finished eating. As Amber left, she stopped by your table and thanked you again for your help. You nodded and looked down at her sleeping baby and smiled. She was so beautiful and peaceful looking. Dean noticed how you looked at the baby. 

He knew you wanted children, and to get married. He just wasn’t sure if it’s what he wanted yet. Dean loved you and would do anything for you.You noticed he was staring so you offered him a soft smile. “Penny for your thoughts, Mr. Winchester?” 

“Nothing, just thinking about our future and if it includes children.” His words cut you, “If” you asked. “Yeah, I love being with you, but I see how much of a struggle it was for Amber to juggle Matthew and the baby. I just don’t know if we could do that.” “She’s alone, Dean. We would have each other. We could do it together.” 

Dean shrugged, “Yeah, I guess. I mean it’s something we can talk about later.” You nodded, but your heart dropped. The future you envisioned with Dean included you two being married, working at your jobs you loved, and at least 2 kids. Now it would seem he didn’t want the same thing.

The drive home was quiet. You stared out the window replaying Dean’s words over and over again. Dean knew something was wrong, but was afraid to ask what was wrong. He figured it was about children, but he didn’t want to argue. 

When you two got home you walked to your bedroom, grabbed your pajamas and headed for the shower. You locked the bathroom door. You’ve never done that, but you needed space. You needed to think. Dean heard the shower and smirked, walking to the door he called, “You need any..” His words cut off when he tried to open the door and it was locked. 

He heard you inside crying softly. “Sweetheart, please let me in. We can talk this over.” He knocked on the door. “Dean, please just go. I need to think.” You called from the shower, stifling sobs. He knocked again trying to get you to open the door. “Dean, I said go away!” 

Dean let out a frustrated sigh and grabbed his jacket and keys, he slammed the door and left. You heard the door and collapsed to the bathtub floor, sobbing. You loved Dean, but you knew you wanted children. You wanted his children, but now you don’t think that’s possible. So you have a choice to make, stay with the man you love, and not have children, or leave and have children with someone else eventually.

Dean got in the car and drove to a local bar. Since the two of you had been together he hadn’t stepped foot in a bar unless you were with him. Tonight, however, he was alone. When he walked into the smoky bar he looked around. He spotted couples, and single people throughout the bar. Dean made his way to the bar and took a seat. 

He ordered a whiskey and was slowly sipping it. Dean pulled out his phone and saw your picture and sighed. He was about to send you a text, when he heard a voice beside him. “Hello there, handsome. How are you tonight?” Dean turned his head and came face to face with a gorgeous blonde. She had a killer smile, a big chest, that she was showing off, and the perfect body. “I’m doing better now.” Dean smiled at her. She touched his arm and leaned closer to him.

“So what are you looking for tonight?” “I don’t know, what did you have in mind?” Dean asked. 

His mind was racing, why was he going after this woman? She leaned in and kissed him. Dean kissed her back, deeply. She could taste the whiskey on his breath, and he could taste her mixed drink. 

“Let’s go some place where we can be alone,” she whispered in his ear. Dean threw money on the bar to take care of his tab and took her hand. Their hands were all over each other and their lips were too. He leaned her against the car and started kissing down her neck and running his hands up her shirt. 

Dean felt more alive than he had in months. He wanted more from her, and she wanted more from him. They got in the car and he started to drive towards the house.

It was a quarter past 2 in the morning when you finally started to fall asleep. You knew Dean must have gone out drinking, so you closed and locked the bedroom door. You were hurt and pissed he would leave for hours. You know you told him to leave, but you didn’t think he would have been gone for so long. By the time you went to bed you had a headache from the crying, and your heart was broken. You made Dean leave, and he did. You thought he would have fought harder for you, for your relationship, but he just left. 

Not long after you started to drift off to sleep you heard Dean come back home. He didn’t try to open the bedroom door. Instead you heard him going into the guestroom and then closed the door. You rolled over, determined to get some sleep, when you heard giggling. 

You sat up, listening again, because you thought you were mistaken. You heard the giggle and Dean laugh. Tears pricked your eyes and your heart broke. Dean brought home a girl from the bar. How could he?! You grabbed your robe and walked toward the guest room. You opened the door and the sight before you broke you. Dean was almost naked, kissing this beautiful, thin woman who was very much naked. “Dean!” Dean didn’t answer you or stop kissing her. 

She looked over her shoulder at you and smirked. “Dean! What the fuck are you doing?!” He still didn’t answer you, it was like he was under a spell. Then it hit you, Amber’s husband. You looked over at the mirror attached to the dresser and saw the Siren. You grabbed the bat you kept by the door and hit her in the head, knocking her off Dean. 

He stood up and tried to defend her from you. You hit her again. Dean grabbed the bat from you and pushed you into the wall. He lifted the bat above you, the Siren standing near him and urging him to kill you. “Kill her baby, kill her for me. She’s trying to take me away from you.” Dean swung the bat and almost hit you, but you ducked in time. “Dean, stop, please. It’s me, Y/N. Please, baby, stop!” You begged Dean as he lunged at you. 

You ran into the living room and grabbed the bronze dagger Bobby had given you. When Dean lunged at you again, you sliced at him, coating the dagger in his blood. The Siren was right beside Dean, urging him to kill you. You lunged at her with the dagger, piercing her flesh. She screamed in pain and dropped to the ground, dead. 

You collapsed crying and begging Dean to snap out of it. Once she took her last breath, Dean came out of her spell. He looked at her and looked at you. He walked over to you and as he grabbed you, you yelped and pulled away. 

“Shh, Y/N, it’s me. What happened?” You looked at Dean and saw his green eyes full of love and confusion. You knew he was back. You fell into his arms and sobbed. After you calmed down, you told him what happened and. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I was careless and I shouldn’t have left.” 

You helped patch him up and the two of you burned the siren’s body. When it was time to finally go to sleep, you crawled back into your bed. Waiting for Dean to come, but he never did. Walking into the living room, you found Dean stretched out on the couch. “Dean, are you coming to bed?” You asked softly. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, sweetheart.” Dean said, looking down. “Oh, okay, yeah I understand. Um, good night, Dean. I love you.” “Good night sweetheart, we will talk tomorrow.” You stood beside the couch for a minute, waiting for him to say “I love you”, but he didn’t. Your heart sank.

You slowly walked back to the bedroom, crawled in the bed and cried into your pillow. Dean heard you crying and wanted to comfort you, but he couldn’t forgive himself for hitting you, or putting your life in danger. He loved you and if he was being honest, he wanted to have children with you. After tonight, he didn’t think that was possible. You could have been killed because of his stupid actions. He refused to risk your life, or the lives of his children. 

He laid on the couch and listened to you cry for hours. His heart broke with every tear that fell and every muffled sob he heard. The urge to go to you and wrap you in his arms grew. He pushed himself off the couch, and made his way to the bedroom. He wasn’t sure if you would let him in, but the ache in his chest, the need to comfort you was too strong. 

Dean saw you laying on the bed, your back to the door and curled in a ball. His heart broke all over again and a tear slipped out. He crawled in the bed and laid behind you. Without warning you turned and buried your face in his chest. Dean wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head and felt you relax in his arms. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I love you so much and I do want to have children with you. I’m just scared.” You lifted your head and looked at him. Your face was tear stained, your eyes red and puffy from crying. Dean still thought you looked so beautiful. “I’m scared too, Dean. I don’t know how to be a wife or a mother, but I know we will figure it out together. I’m scared of dying early and leaving you and our children. Isn’t that what life is about though, being scared to do things, but finding the courage to do it anyway?”

“You’re right sweetheart. I just don’t want to screw up being a husband or father. You and our future children deserve so much more than that.” You looked at Dean, cupped his face, “Dean Winchester, you are one of the kindest, loving, protective men I know. You are going to be an amazing husband and even better father. Look at Sammy. You raised him and he turned out great. You don’t know how to fail. Sure you might mess up, you’re human, but I know you and I know you will do whatever you can to make it right. I love you and I want to marry you and have your children. I trust you with my life, and I would trust you with our children.”

Dean took a shaking breath and he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips, “I love you so much. I would love nothing more than to marry you and have children with you. I know I said earlier I wasn’t sure if I wanted children, but I do. I see a future with you and our children. Living this apple pie life, and occasionally hunting. Our children will live a normal life, Y/N.”

The two of you talked and made a promise to always talk things out, no matter how long it took. You promised not to shut him out, and he promised not to leave and head to the bar. After a few hours of talking, the two of you drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. 

*Time Jump 6 months* 

You were standing in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom looking at the outfit you’d picked out for work. Nothing you put on seemed to fit right and you were already nervous. You had finished your degree and were starting at a new job, teaching 1st grade. 

Dean walked in your shared bedroom and wrapped his arms around you. He saw how nervous you were, “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” He kissed your cheek. You leaned into his embrace, “Thank you baby. I don’t feel beautiful.” 

Dean spun you around and pulled you to him, “Y/N, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. You’re going to be amazing with those kids, and you’re going to be even more amazing with ours.” He placed his hands on your growing belly. You had already started to show, 5 months pregnant with Dean’s little girl. He kissed your lips, “Come on sweetheart, let’s get you something to eat and to work. We don’t want you to be late.” 

You nodded, took one last look in the mirror and cradled your belly. You could feel her little kicks, which got stronger when she heard Dean’s voice. You smiled and left the room. Dean had prepared a delicious breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and orange juice. 

Sitting at the kitchen table you started to eat and noticed Dean staring at you. You smiled at him, “What?” “Nothing, I’m just in love with you. I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful.” You felt the heat rise in your cheeks. The two of you talked and ate breakfast. When breakfast was done it was time to head to work.

Dean kissed you goodbye and told you to have an amazing day. You loaded your car and kissed Dean goodbye. “I love you Mr. Winchester.” “I love you too, Mrs. Winchester.” You smiled on his lips. As you climbed in the car and grabbed the steering wheel the sun caught the diamond on your finger. 

After the siren, your and Dean’s bond grew stronger. He proposed, you found out you were pregnant about a month later, and the two of you got married. Everything happened so fast, but you were happy, both of you were happy. Dean had been with you every step of the way with the pregnancy, and when he found out you were having a girl, he was even more excited. 

You knew he was going to make an amazing girl dad. 

Driving to work, you knew no matter what you and Dean had each other, your little girl had both of you. As you drove your phone went off with a text message.

Dean: Have a good day. I love my girls.

You smiled and rubbed your belly, “Baby girl, you are so loved and so wanted. You already have your daddy wrapped around your little finger.” You felt her kick and you smiled. “I love you so much, sweet girl.” 

Part 5

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octopi

with: leehan aquarium employee, reader aquarium goer warnings: not proofread or something idk i heard u have to say this before posting this is my first written fic i hope u like it.. thank you @bunchofroses07 for the idea i lav u

you were roaming the local aquarium, as you usually did on fridays. it was your favorite place ever, it was peaceful and beautiful, you never got tired of it, you always liked looking in the tanks to see new fishes. you only wished you knew more about the fishes...

well seems like the universe listened to your wish because as you were looking at some fish someone approached you

"those fishes you're looking at right now are corydoras, they're my favorite!"

you turned around and found a guy smiling at you; he was tall with long-ish dark hair and round eyes, he looks so cute you thought to yourself as you smiled back at him

"hi sorry if i bothered you, my name is leehan and i recently started working here but i notice you visit quite often"

you quickly turned around to face him "i'm yn nice to meet you leehan! do you know a lot about fishes?" you tilted your face as you asked

"yeah i actually really love fish and marine creatures, working here was my childhood dream" he smiled brightly and his eyes turned into crescent moons.

"really?!? i love coming here, it's my favorite place but i don't know much about sea creatures"

he laughed and started explaining a bit about the fishes in the aquarium, he was really funny and you two talked for hours.

"i think it's time for me to go home now" you looked at your watch "same time next week?"

he smiled and nodded waving at you as you made your way outside.

this went on every week for a month and every time you went there leehan had a new fun fact to tell you about sea creatures, you started calling them "fish fact fridays" and they were your favorite ever.

it had been two months since you met leehan and you had to admit to yourself that every time you visited the aquarium all you wanted to see was him, you loved how his front hair barely touched the tip of his nose when he looked into the fish tanks, you loved how his eyes sparkled when he was talking about this week's fact.

it was friday and as you were getting ready you received a text from leehan. it read "come to the aquarium basement today i want to show you something really cool" curious, you smiled at your phone and grabbed your bag as you headed out.

you got there and headed downstairs. you looked around looking for leehan when you felt a light tap on your shoulder, startled, you turned around to find the smiling boy behind you.

"hi! would you care to follow me?" you smiled and nodded

he took your hand and brought you to a room with a tank in the middle "he's scheduled to go in the bigger tanks tomorrow since he just got here" he explained.

you walked closer and you noticed something in the tank... an octopus! "woah i've never seen one in real life!! this is amazing! thank you leehan" you beamed

"that's not all" he grinned and handed you a pretty seashell. you took it in your hands and looked at it, it was pink and turquoise, one of the prettiest shells you had ever seen.

"look inside it" he said, you turned it around and noticed a note in it, you opened it and giggled. the note read "are you an octopus? because you octopi my thoughts"

"this is so corny leehan what's wrong with you!!!" you laughed and your cheeks turned bright pink

you then turned to leehan "i'm being honest yn, you truly are always on my mind, your smile is so beautiful and i love how you always listen to me no matter what i'm talking about. so i guess what i'm trying to say is i really, really like you" he smiled, biting his bottom lip.

you burst out laughing "i'm so sorry but you have a piece of seaweed in your hair" you leaned closer to him to take it out of his hair. when you were close enough, he hugged you at your hips and closed the space between you and kissed you. his lips were soft and you felt your cheeks getting hot.

he pulled away and looked at you with a smile "don't ever surprise me like that again you... you rascal" you both giggled, as he was distracted you stood on your tiptoes and gave him a peck on the lips.

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The Daughter's Return: Part 10

Secrets in the Files

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Word Count: 5.7k Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace CW: they’re just being cute and flirty ;)

You silently led the way, blindly crashing through the woods. You had to put as much distance between you all and the mansion. 

“Where are we going?” Ace asked, quick on your heels. 

“I dunno,” you breathed back. “Just keep running.”

You and Ace had each lit a soft glow of fire to illuminate the area around you, but you weren’t entirely sure where you were or where you were headed. Just away from the scene of the crime. Away from the hundreds of high-ranking officials. 

You finally made it to the outskirts of the town with a few isolated houses, and Ace pulled your arm back, forcing you to slow down. You couldn’t blame him, you were breathing heavily from the amount of sprinting you had done. Ace had ditched his Marine shirt a long time ago, but you weren’t granted the luxury of stripping your clothes. 

He pointed to a darkened house. “We should go in and lay low,” he whispered. 

It made you nervous being cornered like that. If anyone saw you go in, or if Marines were able to follow you, the two of you would be stuck. Neither of you fought well in close quarters. But you did need a place to hide, and it was unlikely that the Navy would be going door to door to look for two pirates. That kind of news would cause mass panic and bad publicity on their part.

You closed your eyes and extended your observation haki into the house, checking for any presence there. It was empty.

“Okay, let's go.” 

The back door was locked, but you found the key under a nearby stone. The two of you silently slipped into the house and relocked the door. Ace moved around the house, checking every other entrance point to ensure they were locked as well. 

Whoever had lived here hadn’t been back in a while. There was a thin layer of dust across the surfaces, which was a good sign. You wouldn’t have to worry about someone coming home. But someone had lived here. Based on the house layout and the photos on the fireplace mantle, it was a family of four. They looked happy. You wondered where they had gone to leave a house in such perfect condition. 

“All clear,” Ace said as he came back into the room. “You wanna change?”

You were still in a dress and heels. As much as you wanted to change, you didn’t even have anything to change into. You had left all of those things at the rendezvous point, and you couldn’t risk going back to a place where the signal had been let off. 

“There are some clothes in the master bedroom,” Ace said. “I figured we could camp out there for the night. It’s on the second story and isolated from the rest of the house, so we’ll know if someone is trying to get in.”

You nodded and followed Ace up to the room. He was right, strategically this would be the best place to hide. The curtains were already drawn, so you could keep a small light burning without anyone realizing you were in there. He had already lit a few candles and had placed them strategically around the room. 

You dug through the drawers for a comfortable set of clothes that would fit. The mother of the family seemed to be the same size as you, and you found a baggy t-shirt and pajama bottoms to wear for the night. Tomorrow you would change into something more practical, but you wanted to be comfortable for a while after wearing such a tight outfit. 

You went to untie your dress, but the string was caught on something. You tugged more forcefully, but it still wouldn’t budge. 

“Ace!” you called.

The door immediately swung open and Ace looked around the room, slightly panicked.

“Can you help me?” You turned around, holding your hair out of the way for him to see your predicament. 

“Uhm..” Ace’s hands hovered over your back as if he were afraid to touch you. “How can I help?”

“Just untie the knot,” you offered. “I should be able to wiggle out of it once the tension is loose.”

“Right.” Ace’s voice was tight and nervous. His fingers clumsily pulled at the bow, trying to free it. 

“Didn’t expect to be undressing me this early in the night, huh?” You were trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, but it just seemed to fuel it even more. 

Ace gave a shaky laugh, his fingers desperately pulling at the threads now. After a few tries, he muttered a string of curses, pulling so hard at the strings that you started to be tugged backward yourself. 

“I could just burn it off,” he offered. You could feel a soft heat behind you as he spoke. 

“Ace, calm down,” you said, giving a light laugh. “I’ll never forgive you if you burn this dress. I love it.”

“You do look…” Ace hesitated for a moment. “You look really nice in it.”

“So don’t burn it!” you chided. “Just slowly untangle the knot. I’m not in a rush.”

Ace’s fingers began pulling at the threads again, but this time he was much more purposeful and methodical in his actions. After a few minutes, you felt the top loosen, and Ace let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you,” you said, giving him a quick smile over your shoulder. “Now get out so I can change.”

He left the room, and you could hear him pacing the hallway as you quickly pulled off your dress and slipped on the clothes you had picked out. You finally opened the door once you were finished, and he walked back into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. 

He walked around the room, trying to keep himself busy as you sat down to remove your jewelry and face makeup at the vanity.

“My old man,” Ace said. “Is the strategy for facing him really just ‘run’? That’s it?”

“Yeah.” You wiped at your face and neck, eager to get the contour off. “If you’re trapped, you’re supposed to talk to him, make him like you. Run when you can. He doesn’t tend to chase after pirates, especially when he likes them.”

“Did he like you?”

You smirked even though Ace couldn’t see you. “Do you care?”

“No. What are these files?” Ace picked up the envelopes off the nightstand and held them out to you. He was trying to change the subject, but you could see a blush spreading across his cheeks as you watched him in the mirror. 

“Oh, those.” You had forgotten about them already. “I grabbed them to make it look like we were gathering information and throw them off the scent of the real mission. I don’t know what’s in them.”

Ace turned them over in his hands, examining the front of them. “They all look the same.”

You shrugged, giving up on your makeup removal, and joined Ace. “Should we check them out?”

Ace gave you an eager smile. “Gotta pass the time somehow.”

You took the files from him and spread them out on the floor. There were four in total. The two of you sat across from each other, the files between you.

“Pick one,” you said, giving Ace a nudge. 

Ace bit his lip and then pointed to the third one in the lineup. You picked it up and opened the contents. 

“Boring,” you groaned, already handing the file to him. “It’s just about Roger.”

Ace tensed, but he took the file. “Like the King of the Pirates?”

“Yeah.” Your fingers hovered over the files, trying to decide which one to pick for yourself. 

“You think that’s boring?” There was a hint of curiosity in his voice, even though he tried his best to keep it neutral.

“Yep.” You picked the first folder in the lineup. “I don’t think he was all that great, that’s all.”

“Why?” 

“I dunno.” You opened the packet, scanning through it. It was about a desert island back in Paradise. “He was King of the Pirates, that’s supposed to be neat I guess.” 

You gave a dramatic sigh and continued. “People hype Roger up because he started the Great Pirate Era, which is cool and all. But what else? What did he do before that? What legacy did he leave behind besides the One Piece?”

“It says here he may have a son,” Ace said evenly, eyes on the paper in front of him. 

You laughed at that. “That’s just a wild rumor and the Navy knows it. I don’t even know why they still include it in their reports.”

“He’d be about our age,” Ace commented. “You think you’d get along with him?”

“No way!” You scoffed at the mere idea of it. “Roger’s son and Whitebeard’s daughter? Can you imagine?”

Ace gave a nervous laugh, but you weren’t done. 

“There’s no way! Besides, if Roger’s son is real, I bet that kid is a total snob. He’s probably always using his father’s name to get away with stuff.”

Ace scowled at your comment. “I don’t think he would-”

“My daddy was the King of the Pirates!” you spoke in a high, mocking voice. “I can do whatever I want! I’m going to be just like him!” You broke into a fit of laughter just thinking about it. 

“No.” Ace’s voice was sharp, and your laughter was cut off from surprise. His tone was sharp, almost bitter.  “I don’t think he’d be like that. I bet he hates Roger.”

You hadn’t thought about it like that. 

“Well, then he’s a leg up in my book. It’s probably the only way I would like him,” you said, giving another light chuckle. The whole idea was absurd. You returned back to your papers about the small island that hadn’t received rain in two years. 

“Do you think he deserved to be born?” Ace asked. 

You looked up at him in surprise, but his eyes were glued to the file in front of him.

“Roger?” 

“His son,” Ace clarified.

That was certainly an unexpected question. You thought about it for a moment, trying to decide the best way to answer. 

“Yeah. If he’s out there, I think Roger’s son deserved to be born. But I don’t think Roger deserved to have a son. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah.” Ace’s voice was hoarse when he spoke, and he flipped the file shut and set it on the ground. “Kind of.”

“I’m just saying Roger may have been King, but I’m not sure he was a good person,” you tried to explain. “He and Pops were rivals, but I think Pops did way more for the oppressed people than Roger. Nobody even knows what Roger did during his time as a pirate besides making it to Laugh Tale. If he wasn’t a good person, then he didn’t deserve a child as his legacy.”

“I know what you’re trying to say,” Ace said, but you could hear dejection in his voice.

“If Roger’s son is out there, I hope he got out of his father’s shadow,” you said, a softness in your voice as you suddenly sympathized with this unknown man. “It’s hard living in a shadow that size. Wouldn’t blame him if he hated his old man, just like you said.”

“Yeah,” Ace said, looking at you closely. “The pressure of living in the shadow of a legend is-”

“The kid’s probably long dead though.” You wanted to change the topic away from being too personal. “The Navy went on a mission trying to find any heirs the moment Roger died. I remember Pops being really worried and bringing me back on board. After that, I rarely left the ship until two years ago.”

Ace perked up at the topic opportunity. “When you went to Wano?”

“When I went to an undisclosed area,” you corrected. 

“Did you meet Yamato?” Ace asked. He had his spark back, which gave you some relief.

“Yamato?”

“Kaido’s son.”

You laughed out loud. “No, Ace! I didn’t sail to Onigaishima and meet Kaido’s son. What kind of question is that?!”

Ace puckered out his lips, pouting at your ridicule. “I did.”

“You did what?”

“Sailed to Onigaishima and met Yamato.”

You snorted in disbelief. “I know it’s hard to believe that I went to Wano, but you don’t have to make fun of me.”

“I’m not!” Ace defended. “I really did that!”

“Really?” You laid your sarcasm on thick. “I’m guessing Kaido didn’t mind the intruder?”

“You never believe my stories,” Ace huffed. 

“Because they’re unbelievable!” you cried. “I’m sorry, but I find it hard to believe that Kaido let you come hang out with his son, and you came away from both of them unscathed.”

“Yamato hates his father,” Ace said, his brows knitted together in irritation. “And Kaido wasn’t there when I went.”

“And you just sailed into Onigaishima by accident?”

“Well…” Ace scratched the back of his head, clearly embarrassed. “I went to kill Kaido.”

“What is with you and killing emperors!?” you scoffed. “I bet Yamato and I would have a lot to bond over, with you trying to kill our fathers!”

“I hope you get to meet him one day,” Ace said, his voice dreamy and far off as he thought of the possibility. “I want to help free Wano from Kaido’s reign. And so does Yamato.”

“Count me in too, then,” you said. “Let’s tell Pops when we get back. We’ll get together a team and-”

“No,” Ace said firmly. “I already talked to Pops. He said we have to wait for the right moment.”

“But if we-”

“It’ll come,” Ace said. “I don’t know when, but it will come. And we’ll be there.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “We will.”

“What’s your file about?” Ace asked, looking at your hand. 

“Kinda boring,” you admitted. “Missing princess. Small country being manipulated by a warlord. Navy report speaks like they know what’s happening, they just are observing for another year and a half before they make a decision on if they should revoke his warlord status or not.”

“The World Government is really an agency of the people, huh?” Ace’s voice was filled with anger. 

“Give me another file,” you said, putting your current one down. “This one is making me depressed.”

Ace handed you a file and picked up his own. 

Yours was on a recent attack from the Revolutionary Army. It wasn’t anything special. You could see that the report had obviously been falsified in some areas. The Revolutionary Army didn’t just attack people in small villages for fun. 

Reading between the lines, it looked like the Revolutionary Army had stopped illegal weapon trades in a small port town, and had gotten blamed for the aftermath that came with taking down the weapons dealers. 

The Navy had “intervened”, placed the blame of weapons on the Revolutionaries, and had taken credit for solving the problem overnight. The whole thing made your blood boil. There had been multiple Revolutionary leaders present for the battle, but thankfully all of them had escaped from the Navy’s clutches. While you didn’t know any of the Revolutionaries personally, you kept tabs on them in case you needed to reach out. The enemy of an enemy was usually a friend. And your mutual enemy had sullied their name for self-preservation.

“Tell me about yours,” Ace said. He could tell you were upset. You never hid it well. Especially with him.

“I’d rather not,” you said, slamming your file down. The Navy was always taking credit for things they didn’t have a part in. It infuriated you. “Tell me about yours.”

“It’s a Rookie Report!” Ace sounded thrilled, and you crawled over next to him to look at the file. 

“Is Luffy there?” you asked as you scanned through the pictures. 

“Not yet. He turns seventeen in a few months, and then he’ll definitely make this list.”

“Who’s on the list now?” Your head leaned gently on his shoulder, watching him flip through the papers.

He stiffened at your touch, but instantly relaxed again. “There are three pretty notorious ones. Capone Bege, Trafalgar Law, and Eustass Kid. Each of them comes from a different ocean. But they’re already making enough of a name that the World Government is starting to get nervous.”

“I've heard of Capone and Trafalgar before,” you noted. “Capone is a big mafia name in the West Blue right? And Trafalgar…” You remembered where you had heard that name, and how you weren’t supposed to disclose that information to anyone. “He’s up North, right?”

“Right. And Eustass Kid is in the South Blue. Which leaves the East Blue wide open territory for a new rookie.”

You smiled up at your sandy-haired commander. “Luffy’s stomping ground.”

He grinned back at you. “Exactly.”

You nuzzled yourself further into the crook of his neck when you felt him stiffen again. His thumb roughly rubbed across your throat as he examined the day-old bruises scattered across your neck.

“What happened?” he demanded, his voice suddenly brash. “Did that Admiral touch you? I told you-”

“You did that, idiot,” you said, jerking away from Ace. You rubbed your neck, conscious of his eyes on you. “Last night.”

“I did that?” 

“I didn’t have any other guys sucking on my neck!”

“Okay, okay! Calm down,” Ace hissed, glancing nervously at the door. There was nobody else in the house, but you understood his jumpiness. 

His fingers reached out again, softly grazing over your tender skin. They were gentler than earlier, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You could feel your heart rate starting to pick up, the air suddenly charged with electricity between the two of you.

“Did you like it?” His voice was soft, his eyes peering at the few marks still left.

You gave a silent nod, your voice failing you. Your chest was tight from anticipation, waiting to see what he’d do next. 

“Do you want me to do it again?” His voice was low and smoky, and you could feel your body beginning to melt at his words. 

His gaze moved to your lips, and then up to your eyes, waiting for your answer. You opened your mouth to respond, but you still couldn’t manage to get words out. 

You both stared at each other for a moment, Ace’s eyes trailing back down to your lips. His fingers were still tracing the bruises on your skin, waiting patiently. 

You finally gave a nod, and Ace wasted no time diving into you. His hands wrapped around you and pulled you into his lips. 

You moved to get more comfortable, sitting in his lap and wrapping your legs around his waist while you swirled your tongue against his. Your fingers quickly became entangled in his hair, and you sent soft moans of pleasure into his mouth. He held you tightly against his body, and you grinded against his core in a passionate response. 

Your enthusiasm seemed to humor him, because you could feel his lips tugging into a smile as he pulled away momentarily.

“Slow down, love,” Ace purred, moving down to your neck to pick up where he had left off last night. “We’ve got plenty of time and nobody to stop us now.”

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I never wanted this, but maybe it's not such a bad thing part 3 (Preath x Reader)

It's been a long couple of weeks, but I finally finished part 3! This is not edited so mind any mistakes. I'm not sure if I'll do another part yet, let me know what you think. There's a bit of a time jump at the end. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Smut

Part one, Part two

Words: 6.1K

As Tobin went to lie down next to Christen, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her down in the middle and peppering her cheek with kisses. Tobin giggled, pecking my lips, "This isn't our normal order."

"Gotta spice things up occasionally. Do you want to come surfing with me tomorrow Tobes? I have a spare board and wetsuit, we just have to stop by my house. Maybe the three of us could get brunch after?"

Christen nudged Tobin when she took a while to answer. I appreciated what she was doing, but tonight was a big step already. I didn't want her to feel pressured. "You know what, I would love that. You can't judge how well I do though, it's been a while since I've been."

"Can I come watch?"

"You wanna watch us with our wet suits down Chris? I know Tobin enjoyed it once upon a time."

Tobin went red, hiding her face against Christens shoulder. Christen laughed, patting Tobin's shoulder, "You know what, I don't even blame her. There's no denying you have great abs."

"It's for the ladies, two in particular. You might know them, dark haired, insanely beautiful. Ring a bell?"

Tobin finally looked at me again, smirk growing, "Oh you mean those marine buddies of yours we met the other day?"

"Exactly." I kissed them both, soft and slow, "You two are the most beautiful people I've ever met. And I know people just say that, I know there are subjectively more attractive people out there, but to me, there's no competition, no one compares to you guys."

Tobin kissed me, filled with the same passion as the first time, "You're not so bad yourself."

Christens eyebrows furrowed,  "Agreed. What's gotten into you? I'm not complaining, I've just never seen you so sappy."

"I'm just happy. I've been in a lot of relationships in my time, some great, some not, but I've never felt this way before. We're soulmates, I know it's kinda the whole concept behind it, I just don't believe that's the only thing that influences this. You know I was terrified coming into this, that I would only feel the soulmate connection, nothing more. So yeah, I'm happy that's not the case, because you two are amazing. Sorry for being sappy, I'm just trying to be more honest. It's not always easy for me, I want us to last though so I'm trying." 

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with you being sappy Y/n/n. It's just different so I got a bit worried maybe something was wrong. We know it's hard for you to talk about feelings, but we're always here for you. Even if it's not always good feelings, you can always come to us, even if it's just one of us. We will never judge you or make you feel like you can't talk about it."

I fought back the tears, in all my relationships no one had ever cared about me as much as they did, I had never felt like I could open up as I did with them. I mean what I had already told them more than I had with anyone, Ali and Ash included, "Thank you. It works both way, anything you guys need, I'm here for you."

The movie had just finished, I knew it was late, but looking at my phone confirmed it. I kissed them both before reluctantly sitting up on the side of the bed. "It's getting late, I should head back to my room." 

A hand on my arm stopped me, turning around I found Tobin looking up at me with a small, unsure smile, "You could stay?"

"Are you sure? You don't have to push yourself Tobin. We've already made a lot of progress today. I don't want you to move too quickly and be uncomfortable."

"I know it's quick, but honestly tonight has been amazing and I don't want you to go. We would love if you stayed if you maybe wanted to."

"I um, I don't want to wake you guys up in the middle of the night with my nig-"

Christen came back from the bathroom, kissing me before I could finish, "We don't care about that Y/n, if you have a nightmare then we'll be here to help you through it. This is part of being with you and we're okay with that."

"Okay, let me go brush my teeth and get changed. I'll be back in a minute."

It took me a long time to fall asleep, the worry of having a nightmare and waking them up running through my mind. Despite what they said, I didn't want want them to deal with it on the first night we stayed together. It was still embarrassing that after a year, I still had nightmares. 

To my complete surprise, I didn't have a nightmare. I had had one every night since camp started which was typical when staying in an unfamiliar place, but with them I didn't. It wasn't the longest sleep, but I had slept the best I had in a long time. Christen and Tobin were still asleep when I woke up so I kissed their cheeks and slipped out of bed to get coffee from down the street. Apparently everyone wanted coffee this morning so it had taken longer then anticipated. When I got back Tobin was the only one awake, she looked sad until she actually looked up at me. I guess it had looked like I had just left them. I gave her a long, slow kiss before handing her the coffee. 

"Good morning beautiful. I'm sorry I should have messaged you, the line was longer than I anticipated."

"Good morning baby, it's okay, I'm just glad you came back."

"There's no where else I'd rather be. We're going surfing remember."

Tobin pulled me closer so I was straddling her waist, "I admit I was scared you had just left us."

"Never. I promise if I was ever going and not coming back I will let you know. Do you want me to let you know even if I'm just popping out for coffee?"

She avoided my eyes, cheeks turning red, "Maybe, just for a little while at least. I'm sorry, I ju-"

I cupped Tobin's cheek, kissing her forehead, nose, cheeks and lips, "Don't apologise Tobin, if it makes you more comfortable then I'm 100% okay with it. All it takes is 2 seconds to send a text." 

Christen rolled over, sleepy smirk in place, "What's going on here?"

I brushed a piece of hair out of Tobin's face, before leaning down and pecking Christens lips, "Just some morning reassurance. I got you coffee."

---

Sloane ran up to me, cuddling into me as I picked her up. It had been a while since we had proper cuddles. At home we always end the night with cuddles before she went to bed. It was a routine I've missed. Ashlyn and Ali hugged me as well, before Ashlyn spoke up, "Hey Y/n/n, do you wanna get lunch with us today? It's been a while since we hung out. We miss you."

Guilt hit me instantly. I hadn't really seen them much recently with all my time going to Tobin and Christen. I also felt bad because they didn't know about us yet. Normally, I told Ash everything, but I had been so caught up in the newness of my relationship, I hadn't told them. Tobin, Christen and I had lunch plans, I couldn't say no to Ash though, I guess I had some making up to do, "I would love to."

"Awesome, meet you here in an hour."

I went straight to Christen and Tobin's room, nerves starting to rise as I waited for them to answer. I didn't know how they would react to me cancelling last minute. Christen answered with a wide smile,  "We really need to get you a key."

"Uh yeah."

Tobin eyed me suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry."

"What for? What happened?"

"Um I need to cancel lunch. I'm sorry. Of course I wanted to have lunch with you, but then Ash asked me to have lunch with them because they miss me and I haven't actually spent any time with them lately and I actually really miss them and I feel like a bad sister and a bad girlfri-"

The rambling died as Christens lips connected with mine, "Y/n, take a breath. It's okay, we understand. Ash is your sister, you need to spend time with her. We can hang out after."

"Are you sure?"

Tobin was the one this time to take my hand and kiss me, "Yes, go have fun with your family. We expect to see you tonight though."

I pulled them down on the bed with me, both of them cuddling into my sides, "Wouldn't miss it for the world. I've got just under an hour until I meet them so we have some cuddle time."

Tobin cupped my cheek, lips gliding across mine, filled with passion and want. Her tongue ran across my bottom lip, slipping in as my lips parted. We fought for dominance with me quickly winning. Tobin pulled me on top of her, hand slipping under my shirt, resting on my lower back. After a few minutes of making out, I remembered Christen was there and slowly pulled away, breathing heavy. 

"Sorry Chris."

Christen just smiled, guiding me over to her instead, "Don't apologise, I don't mind a good show every now and then. Can I get in on the action though?"

I hovered just above her, lips brushing hers, "I suppose that could be acceptable."

I lost track of how long we were making out, but when hands started wandering, I reluctantly pulled away, "We need to stop because I need to leave soon and if we keep going I don't think I'll be able to stop."

Christen groaned as I settled between them again, "I hate that you're right."

Even though I was missing out on time with Christen and Tobin, I was glad that I agreed to lunch. It hadn't hit me how much I missed them until I was sitting with them, colouring a picture with Sloane as I talked with Ali and Ashlyn. We made it maybe half an hour before Ashlyn asked the question I was fully expecting, "So what's going on with you lately? You've been absent lately, is everything okay?"

"Uh yeah, honestly everything is amazing. I need to tell you something, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I just got distracted I guess. Christen, Tobin and I are together."

Ali looked confused, "Wait, as in girlfriends? I thought you weren't interested in the whole soulmate thing?"

"I'm not, but we talked that day in the elevator about getting to know each other before I shut it down completely. The more I got to know them, the more I fell for them. I've never felt this way before. I haven't had a nightmare in almost two weeks since I've been staying with them. I get so giddy when I'm around them, like I never want to leave."

"That's amazing Y/n. We're so happy for you."

"You're not mad I didn't tell you?"

Ash hugged me tightly, kissing my cheek, "Of course not, it's new, exciting, you got sucked in. I don't know if you remember, but I was the same way with Ali. I'm really glad you're happy Y/n, you deserve it. Even if it is with the soul mates you never wanted."

"Yeah well, they're not so bad after all. Tobin still has some worries that I'll change my mind, but she's trying and I'm doing my best to reassure her. I hate it that she doubts me, but she's worth it. Christen is pretty much what you see is what you get, but there's a side of Tobin that no one else sees. The soft, loving, shy, somewhat insecure side. I love that side of her and I want to be privy to it for as long as she'll let me."

We spent a few hours hanging out, eating and playing at the park before the kids started getting grumpy so we made our way back to the hotel. I went back to Christens and Tobin's room where we spent the rest of the night watching movies and cuddling.  

---

Camp had finally come to an end, meaning by the end of the day, all three of us would be in a different part of the country until the next camp. It was only just over a month, but I already knew I was going to miss them. I hugged them tightly, trying to keep my tears away. It wasn't working though, "I'm going to miss you."

Christen sniffed, hiding her face further against my chest, "I wish we could stay together."

I held her tightly, hands running along her back as she cried. My own tears slowly running down my cheeks. Over the last few weeks, I had gotten used to being around them, I loved being with them. The last thing I wanted was to be away from them. I know there was facetime and it was only going to be a month, but it wasn't the same as falling asleep next to them, cuddling with them, being around them. There was also a slight fear of something changing. We had only been together for a few weeks, what if the distance so early on changed something, affected our relationship. I tried my best to push that thought away, instead focusing on making the most of the time with my girls. I reached out pulling Tobin back into the hug, holding her just as tight as Christen. We cuddled on the bed with me in the middle, both of them holding me tightly.

Tobin had been quiet all morning, and I was starting to get worried. Christen had popped out so it gave me the chance to talk to her. I had a feeling I knew what was wrong. Despite the progress we had made, I knew she still worried that I would change my mind. I hated that she still worried, but I would keep doing everything I could to make her worries go away, even if it took a while.

"Hey, what's going on Toby? You've been quieter than normal today."

"My thoughts are going crazy right now."

I sat down on the ground in front of her, pulling her so she was sitting in my lap, "You have no idea how much I'm going to miss you Tobin. Just the idea of being away from you hurts. You can expect messages and facetimes every day, you'll be sick of me by the end of it. There'll be no going back though, you're stuck with me now."

"It's a good thing I don't mind then isn't it?"

"Definitely. You can call me anytime, I can't promise to always answer straight away, but I'll do my very best."

"Ditto. Thank you Y/n."

"What for?"

"For being so understanding. Most people would have ran for the hills if their girlfriend doubted them as much as I do you, but you've stuck by me."

"Hey, while I hate that you still doubt me sometimes, I understand why you feel the way you do. I'm serious about us so I'm willing to provide as much reassurance as needed for as long as needed. A bit of distance isn't going to change that."

---

Today had been crazy. Between practice, media and team bonding, I was only able to reply to maybe one or two texts from Christen and Tobin. I had made sure to tell them I was busy, but it didn't make me feel any better. As soon as I got home and showered, I made sure they were awake before facetiming. It was 2am and I was exhausted, but talking to them made it worth it. Tobin was the only one awake, her tired self answering almost immediately.

You look tired Toby.

I am.

You should get some sleep.

I wanted to talk to you first, I missed you today.

I missed you too baby. I'm sorry I couldn't reply much today, it was hectic.

It's okay, in our job it happens. Thank you for calling, even though you look like you're about to pass out. I know it's late, but have you been sleeping okay?

Our facetimes are my favourite part of the day, I wouldn't ever miss it if I could help it. Sometimes, the nightmares are back, not as frequent, but they're there and I miss cuddling with you two.

Aww baby, I'm sorry. Two weeks and we'll be back together. We can talk to coach about us sharing a room this time if you might want to? I mean you stay with us anyway, might as well not take up another room. 

I would love that

We talked for a bit longer before the yawns wouldn't stop and we decided it was best to get some sleep.

Can you stay on the phone with me?

Of course. Goodnight Tobin, I love you

My eyes widened at the admission that slipped out. Yes it was true, I had fallen in love with them both, but it wasn't supposed to come out yet. I had intended to wait longer before telling them because it felt too soon to have those feelings. I fought the urge to hang up and hide as a grin slowly appeared on Tobin's face.

I love you Y/n. Do you uh feel this way about Chris as well?

I do, I'm in love with you both. It wasn't supposed to come out this early though. Do you think I should tell her? 

Definitely, I won't be able to stop myself from saying it and I'm almost certain she'll feel the same way about you.

Okay, get some sleep and hopefully we can squeeze in a call with Chris in the morning

I was woken up by talking on the other end of the phone. It wasn't just Tobin. I peeked at the phone, seeing Christen had joined. It was 10:30am meaning it was only 7:30am for them. 

You're awake early

Good morning sleepy head, I woke up when Chris joined

Good morning baby, you looked like you slept well

I think knowing Tobin was there made it easier.

I'm sorry I missed the call last night

It's okay Chris. I need to tell you something

What is it?

I accidently let it slip out to Tobin last night, but you should know that I love you

A wide grin appeared instantly as she replied with no hesitation, I love you Y/n

---

Ashlyn, Ali and the kids had already left for the next camp having decided to spend an extra couple of days. A mini holiday of sorts. They had asked if I wanted to come, but I had some last minute work to finish. It had only been just over a month, but I was at the point where I really missed my girls. I had never expected to miss them as much as I did, but it was hitting me hard and I was just down. I didn't want to bring them down with my mood. I hadn't heard from Christen and Tobin today, besides a good morning text so I was drowning my emotions in work. 

The doorbell rang loudly throughout the house. I was tempted to ignore it, but decided against it and threw the door open, freezing when I saw the two girls I had been missing like crazy. When I snapped out of it, my arms wrapping around them both tightly. I sunk into their touch, pulling them closer when one of them tried to pull away. I didn't want to let them go yet. 

"I missed you so much. What are you doing here?"

"We had a few days off before camp and really just wanted to see you. I know a few days would have made much of a difference, but well we missed you Y/n."

I kissed them both soft and slow, savoring the feeling of their lips, "I'm glad you're here."

We cuddled on my bed for a while before Christen volunteered to get dinner while I finished up some work with Tobin cuddled into my side. It didn't take long to finish the work that needed doing tonight. Once I put my laptop down, I pulled Tobin onto my lap, kissing her softly, "I missed you two so much Toby. I'm really glad we're back together."

Tobin rest her head against my shoulder, "Us too Y/n. Thank you for all the random facetimes and reassurances. I know it meant a lot of late nights for you."

"Seeing you and Chris is worth endless late nights."

"I love you Y/n."

"I love you too Toby."

Kisses were placed along my neck, a quiet moan escaped as I angled my head to give her more room. Tobin straddled my waist, pushing me back before leaving slightly harder kisses across my jaw and down my throat until she reached my collar bone. I gripped her hips, moaning a little louder this time as she started sucking and scraping my skin with her teeth. "Fuck T-Toby."

I was caught up in the pleasure that I didn't notice that Christen had come back until a second pair of lips attached themselves to my neck. Before I could open my eyes lips attached to mine. I instantly knew it was Christen, "Welcome back Chris."

"How'd you know it was me?"

"You two kiss differently, both just as amazing, but different."

Christen ran her fingers from one collar bone to the other, "I see you two had fun while I was gone."

"Toby how many marks did you leave?"

"Just a few."

"Tobin! Everyone's going to see them."

"I didn't hear you complaining."

I flipped her over, "Paybacks a bitch."

"Fuck Y/n," Tobin moaned as I nipped and sucked at her skin, before she pushed my head down closer to her breasts. 

"Are you sure?" I asked looking at both Christen and Tobin.

Tobin nodded quickly while Christen reached over, slipping Tobin's shirt off with an innocent smile. I hooked my hand around the back of her neck, accidently gripping her hair slightly and connected our lips in a lingering kiss. Christen moaned quietly against my lips, making me smirk, "Don't think you're safe Chris. I know this side was you."

Christen just shrugged as I went back to taking in the half naked Tobin currently pinned under me, "You are stunning Tobin."

I lent down, kissing along her bra line leaving dark marks as I went. Tobin was squirming, trying to push my head further down. Before she could, I pulled away, moving over to Christen instead. Tobin whined, but watched closely as I started on Christens neck, leaving a few dark marks before moving down to the top of her t-shirt, waiting for her permission before slipping her shirt over her head, "How did I end up with two absolutely stunning women." 

As I attacked Christens chest, I felt Tobin's hands start to wander, drawing random patterns under my shirt, along my back and stomach getting dangerously close to the waist band of my shorts. I finally pulled away when Tobin tugged at my top. She pulled it off, both of them staring at my abs. Christen reached up, running her fingers down my stomach stopping at my waistband and playing with the draw strings, making me shiver at the feeling. I laced my fingers with hers, kissing the back of her hand.

"Are you sure you guys want to do this? We don't have to go past this." I didn't want them to think that they had to do this if they thought it was too early. Sex wasn't that important to me, I just wanted to be with them. I was also worried that maybe they were only doing this with me out of obligation and that they didn't actually want me as part of it. I had also never done it with 2 people before, I didn't know if I would be any good. It was a big step in our relationship and honestly, I was nervous. 

Christen squeezed my hand, as Tobin pecked my lips, "Baby, you have no idea how much we talked about you during our less than innocent facetime calls when you were busy."

"You have no idea how much we want you. We can wait if you want to, if you're not sure about this."

"Really? Y-you t-talked about me?"

"More than we would admit. We love you Y/n, we are so insanely attracted to you it's not even funny."

"I-I-I've never been with t-two p-people before."

"It's not much different to one, just do what you do, but double it. You'll figure out what we each like pretty easily and we're here with you every step of the way. There's no rush if you're not ready yet Y/n."

I looked at them for a second. I was ridiculously attracted to them. There was no doubt that I wanted them. I smirked, pulling Christen up and tangling my fingers in her hair, tugging lightly as I connected our lips, biting her bottom lip gently as I pulled away, "I think I already know what you like."

Christen moaned, nails digging into my back to pull me against her, "Y-y-you're not w-wrong."

Tobin smirked, running her fingers across Christens back, "It drives her crazy."

My lips attached to Christen neck as I pushed her back, working my way down her chest and reaching round to unclip her bra. My fingers ran dipped between her breasts, trailing beneath them. Her breath hitched, fingers digging into my thighs, "P-please."

I glanced at Tobin, feeling bad about giving all the attention to Christen. Tobin just nodded, moving to take one of Christens nipples into her mouth as I followed suit with the other. Christen gasped hands tangling in both of our hair. It didn't take long for her to turn into a moaning mess, bucking her hips and trying to push my head down. I pulled away, waiting for her to nod before slipping her pants and underwear off. I took her in for a second, admiring her long tan legs, toned stomach, small but perfect breasts and beautiful eyes filled with want. 

Before moving any further with Christen, I connected my lips with Tobin. I didn't know what I was doing with two of them, but I wanted them to both feel wanted. I took my time with Tobin, with the help of Christen, stripping her down and working her up. I couldn't get enough of their moans, their touches, their pleads for more. It was driving me crazy, but I wanted to focus on them first. I figured the best way to ensure pleasure for them both was to have us all participating. I guided Christen so she was hovering over Tobin's face.

Christen moaned loudly at the same time I licked a line through Tobin's folds drawing a muffled moan which drew another needy moan from Christen. As Tobin worked Christen closer to the edge, I focused back on exploring Tobin. My tongue circled her clit, her hips bucking for more. Two fingers slipped easily into her, a loud, muffled moan slipped from Tobin. I pumped my fingers slowly, curling every few thrusts as I pulled away, watching as Tobin wrapped her arms around Christen's thighs, eating her out faster and harder, muffled moans falling uncontrollably. Christen head was thrown back, loud, needy moans slipping out as she reached behind her, gripping the head board for support. 

As much as I wanted to get them to come at the same time, I wanted to take my time getting to know what Tobin liked, what drove her crazy. It didn't take long for Christen to tense, moans louder than before, legs shaking as she shook. Once her high passed, she fell back against the headboard, breathing heavy. My fingers never stopped, maintaining the same slow pace that slowly turned Tobin into a moaning, pleading mess. I lent forward, kissing Tobin, moaning at the taste of Christen left behind. Christen moved behind Tobin so her head was resting against her stomach, hands moving to play with Tobin's breasts. Her back arched, hips bucking. "B-baby p-p-please. I-I need-"

Tobin cut herself off with a moan as my fingers curled. I kissed Christen before moving back down, fingers thrusting harder and faster as my tongue flicked her clit. My lips wrapped around her clit, sucking hard. She tightened around my fingers, spasming and tensing as she fell over the edge. I helped her through before cleaning her up and pulling away. Christen took my hand cleaning my fingers as I settled beside them. 

"H-holy fuck y-you're amazing baby," Tobin managed between ragged breaths. I laughed, kissing her cheek and pulling her closer. 

"I aim to please."

After catching her breath, Tobin turned over kissing between Christens breasts before turning to me, "You've got way too many clothes on and we're so not done yet."

---

Things were getting hard. Not with Christen and Tobin, we were still going strong almost two years into our relationship. Things weren't always easy. Between navigating a three person relationship, living in three different cities and them spending some time playing overseas, we had our struggles, but we were stronger for it. The problem was, I was really starting to struggle with the distance. We saw each other as often as we could, facetimed pretty much everyday even when they were overseas. It sucked, but it was manageable until recently that is. All I wanted was to be with them, but it didn't seem to be possible. I was almost constantly down, irritable, distracted if I wasn't with or talking to them. I cried after hanging up with them and crying wasn't something I normally did. 

This was something I had tried my best not to let them see. There was nothing that could be done and the intensity of these feelings would likely fade in a few weeks, so I didn't see the point in worrying them. Ashlyn and Ali had picked up on my mood change, they hadn't brought it up yet, but they had been trying to take my mind off it without pushing too much. They knew I would bring it up if I wanted to. 

"Hey, you okay?" Ali asked sitting on the deck chair next to me. I had just finished talking to Christen and Tobin

"I'm not, but I will be."

"I'm here if you want to talk about it Y/n."

I sighed, "I just miss them, more than I know how to cope with right now."

"I get that. Have you talked to them about it? Maybe they can help make things a little easier to cope with?"

"There's nothing we can do about it, I don't want to worry them. I'm sure it'll pass, if not I'll figure it out. Thank you Ali."

The next day, I was sitting down on the beach after surfing, knees pulled up to my chest as I watched the waves. It was the spot where things were most peaceful, where my mind wasn't quite so loud. I was completely zoned out when a hand landed on each knee. I recoganised the ring on one of the hands. It was Christen. I didn't look though, they weren't supposed to be there so I had convinced myself that I was imagining things. When nails ran down my back, I snapped out of it and actually looked beside me. They were actually there. Sitting beside me, looking rather concerned. I lent against Tobin's side as Christens arm wrapped around me. I couldn't bring myself to say anything or even really be excited that they were there. I was too stuck in my head. 

Tobin kissed my forehead, "What's wrong my love?"

"You don't have to tell us right now, but you've been off the last little while and we're worried."

At that I couldn't stop the tears from falling as I cried against Tobin's shoulder. They had seen me cry a few times, but it was normally short and quiet. This time though, I let everything out, not that I could stop it anyway. 

"I'm struggling."

"Can you tell us what with?"

"You guys not being here. The distance. I miss you so much it hurts. I just want you guys here and I'm having a hard time dealing with the fact that you're not."

Christen laced her fingers with mine, kissing my temple, "We're not doing much better. We actually wanted to talk to you about that though."

"About what?"

Tobin was the one to speak this time, hand still running across my back, "Moving in together. I know there's quite a lot of logistics around that, but when we were overseas, living together and seeing each other everyday, we realised how much we actually wanted to be close together, live together permanently. It was great, but there was one major thing missing."

"W-what?"

"You Y/n. Every day we would wake up and go to bed, wishing more than anything that you were with us. I know there's a lot we would need to figure out, like where, when, that sort of thing, but will you move in with us?"

I pulled them both into a hug so quickly that we fell backwards. Maybe it wouldn't be the easiest thing to figure out, but all I wanted was to be with them, "Yes, yes I would love that. I don't even care where, I just want to be with you guys." 

I held them for a minute before finally realising that they weren't supposed to be here, "Why are you guys here? Don't you have training?"

"You haven't been yourself lately, as much as you tried to hide it, we noticed. You weren't smiling, laughing or joking as much, you looked tired all the. We got worried, Ali and Ash said something was up but you weren't talking to them. There was only one day of training before we had a few days off so our coached let us go. It's only for a few days, but we wanted to come see you, see if we could finally get you to talk to us."

"Thank you. I really needed to see you both. I love you."

Tobin kissed me, filled with passion and want as always, I sunk into it, holding her close. The first kiss once I saw them again was always the best. The sense of peace and calmness that washed over me when I kissed them was a feeling I never wanted to go away, "I love you Y/n. I know you didn't want to worry us, that was the one thing Ali could tell us, but please just talk to us next time. You not talking to us, worries us more."

I left a lingering kiss against Christens lips and resting my forehead against hers, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to worry you. I promise to talk to you in the future. Thank you for coming."

"Always."

"I vote LA." Tobin spoke up making me pull away from Christen confused as to what she was talking about. "I vote we move to LA. Warm weather, good surf and I know Angel FC might be interested in signing me."

Christen looked at Tobin, smile slowly making it's way onto her face. I guess they hadn't talked about it, "R-really? You'd want to move to LA?"

"I know how much you love Angel FC and LA, I wouldn't ask you to leave that. Besides we know Y/n is obsessed with surfing."

"I wouldn't be opposed to that, I can work from anywhere. Only thing is Ash, Ali and the kids, I don't want to miss seeing them grow up so it would mean frequent trips to see them. If you can deal with that then I'm all for LA."

"Of course we can, they're your family. We'll figure it out in time."

"Sooner rather than later please."

They both held me tightly as I watched the water once again. I felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted. Not just because of the idea of moving in with them, but because they knew I needed them and they didn't hesitate to fly out for me. At one point they were the people I didn't want, but now I couldn't imagine my life without them. Maybe things weren't always going to be easy, there will be up's and downs, change and sacrifices. With them though, it would all be worth it.